Tuesday, March 29, 2011
I’M PROUD TO SAY THAT: I’M READY TO SUBMIT MY SUPPORTING DOCUMENTS TO NUS!!!!! *DANCES AROUND*
12:21 am
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
hahaha today was my first day at work after a month or so of not working at USS. It was kinda funny because I had to face many questions but it was just basically, “ WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” “OMG! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!” I was being questioned by my managers, colleagues I’ve already known and colleagues I’ve just knew today (when they found that I had been working at uss since last jan). lolll…
actually i didn’t disappear for that long… maybe before cny? and then I took a month of leave.
lol well… maybe you could have guessed that I’m secretly enjoying this in a way, that people have noticed me for being away for quite awhile. *chuckles*
I’ve finally rode on human and cylon battlestar today ! 
it’s now my turn to drag others to play.
12:27 am
Friday, March 04, 2011
growing out of teenage /=
Hi it’s 11 at night and I’m “working” in front of my computer with the lights off except for my table lamp.
I rmb how I used to show my dislike towards secondary school students ( after I’ve graduated from ntss, of course) because I find many teens in that age-group love to act cool and mature. har har har….oh goodness me! actually I think I was one of them. cos you know why? I’ve kept many rubbish from my secondary school days and I had to go through them bcos I have to clear away some of my stuff to make space for more. So I was reading my past scribbles and…..they are utterly embarrassing. I wouldn’t dare to read my past archives of this blog either….
So funny hor? Why do I not dare to face the experiences I’ve once had that made me who I am today? because it’s nothing honorific, in fact it is very childish and embarrassing such that I think, I’m afraid that the present me will judge the teenybopper I used to be.
Maybe I’ve changed in many ways over these few years and have forgotten how it is like to think like one in the early teens. Some people say I…make myself sound so old when I’m only just a few years apart since my graduation from ntss (4 years to be exact). But it’s true that I feel so different from who I was 4 years ago.
Growing older…yes, means increased maturity in the mind and physically. I learn to be slightly more practical, more mindful of my body, speech and mind… Does that mean that I make better decisions? I don’t know…
I don’t know how to consider one as becoming wiser… definitely not to judge if I’ve improved in maths or not.
12:14 am
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Btw I miss Tibet very much but I can’t tell what exactly is so attractive about Tibet.
People always ask me how did I spend my 3 weeks at Tibet. I think my answers are doing no justice to the wonderful experiences I had in Tibet. This is what I would say: visited holy sites, monasteries, did some shopping, peed in the nature for the first time, bickered with my parents, as usual, had to climb many many steps to very elevated landmarks e.g. Potola palace and Lhamo Lhaso lake, ate a lot…. Honestly, I can only name these few because that was all the itinerary had (excluding the bickering part, it was never planned for lol ).
The reason why I’m still bringing this up when it has passed for 4 months, is that I’m planning to go Ladakh, commonly known as “little Tibet”, in June. I really hope to go…
Anyway, the last trip to Tibet was very special to me because I was granted refuge in the holy land. It was just a simple ceremony and nothing radical has happened since then, just added a new meaning to my life.
There were so many images I wished to capture and I think I did… I realise that I can recall many of them without depending on my pictures as I’m doing this entry. I can imagine the scorching touch of the sun rays at Tibet, the occasional dry winds and the cool climate that always leave my fingers cold. I can recognise the stale butter-incense smell at the monasteries which sometimes infuses into my temple mildly. I remember how the natives enjoy their walks and always mumble or chant under their breath regardless of being in groups or solitary. That makes the busy streets somehow lively in a non-messy way…