How very true.

Monday, October 17, 2011

This holds true. It cannot be said enough.

After all is said and done.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

"Magical things happen when you work with people that are driven by passion. There is much more in this world than money. And lastly, I would rather be an extraordinary garbage collector than a normal stock broker" - Speech by Pete Teo.‎


Random find but it is nice to know that someone out there share's my sentiments. I salute Pete Teo. Let's dissect each part, shall we?


People driven by passion are really a sight to behold. There is a yawning difference between them and we common folk. The twinkle in their eyes when they talk about something close to their heart, a deep desire to make their mark on the world which is truly laudable. I've chanced upon some. And, it makes you wonder about what drives you. I've known for a long time that books were a passion. But I never thought of going into the publishing business. I entertained the notion of being a writer once. Or even an editor. But my pessimism and the thought of never producing something I am truly happy with always gets the better of me and I negate myself the right to being satisfied with something I've written. I might be overly critical, but I always believe that, one day I will find my niche. That doesn't stop me from feeling ecstatic when I find a quaint little bookshop tucked in the corner of one Melbourne's little footpaths. Or the smell of new books. As much as I love books, I have come to believe that it doesn't mean that I need to be surrounded by it 24/7. I have many other interests. And that doesn't mean I don't have a passion. Talk to me about books. And I'll make you see stars. 


Does the world even believe there is more important things than money these days? Or are we obsessed about the next paycheck and career progression? I believe that being blessed with good things in my life, I have never felt the need to want money. But then I get snide remarks when I tell this to many people, especially those apparently wiser than myself. "Oh you're young, you don't know what is important". Sure I do. Health, happiness and love among others. Is that not enough? I like what money buys but I'm sure that without all the materialistic things money gets you these days, we can still be happy. They did it in the olden days right? When a game of marbles was a childhood novelty. Not the latest Nintendo Wii. 


There is a reason why they say that to know what is important in life, ask a child. Because those are the minds that are most pure and not yet marred by the passage of time. I do hope that kids these days continue to live up to that old saying. It would be a shame for them to tell me that the most important thing was to get a new video game. This transitory life on earth is just that, transitory. Materialistic things come and go, kids. 


Now the last line in that statement is what I feel most connected to. I do not judge. I try my best not to at least. But really, to me, to know if a person is truly genuine, how they act in a restaurant is a dead clear way to tell the sweet talkers from the most humble. Do they thank the wait staff? And see how they treat that old cleaning lady, who probably did not ask to be born into such circumstances, to be working at 55 years of age to feed herself. Do they smile at the janitor on the way to the office. Who works until the wee hours of the morning to feed his children and put them through school, that prays every night for God's grace to grant them a brighter future. You can belong to the highest echelons of society, but if you cannot offer a word of thanks to the people who deserve it, you are not a nice person. Everyone was born equal and hence, deserve equal respect. It is nice to be important, but it is more important to be nice.

Transition period.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Plucking eyebrows is painful :( Why do we girls subject ourselves to this torture????

I'm gonna try the unibrow.


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And being torn is one of the worse feelings in the world. God, I trust you will show me the path you intend for me. This ephemeral platform can only last so long before I need to hop onto the right train.

There She Goes Again.

Thursday, July 07, 2011

So. I have come to a startling realization that I have neglected this blank canvas that is my blog for much too long. Many an events have taken up much of my time in the land down under. Sometimes, without the handy planner at my fingertips, I have to search every nook and cranny of my little head for a semblance of memory of my plans for the day or two ahead. And I fail most of the time.Hence now I have resolved to carrying the planner everywhere with me. Ok, I need to get a more portable one first. People! Sara loves pretty pretty planners that brighten up her day :) *winks* Yes, the mind, is such a convoluted mess at times that needs compartmentalizing every now and then.

Good things have come abundantly and sometimes, I take a moment to bask in the grace and love that our Lord has graciously shown to a sinner like myself. As unworthy as I am, He still loves me and that has given me the strength each day to stop whining about the unfairness of life. Never have I been more blessed. And I believe that knowledge is what God ultimately wants for each one of us.

Yes, I am still finding myself. No, I have not yet decided where I will be 5 months from now. But its okay. Really. Because I believe God has a plan for me. And that faith is all I have to give right now. Jesus, I may not always know the right thing to do, but I know the fact that I want to please you pleases you.

The Little Things In Life.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The problem with God given free will and countless options is that it is being given to people like yours truly. Because fickle minded people, with sometimes questionable grounds, with hopes tethered to shaky pillars of idealistic dreams need to be shown those arrow neon lights sometimes. Wave them if you will. 

What are you doing it for? Really, what are you doing it for?

Being thrown that question during a discussion over scrumptious weekend breakfast has made me ponder about many things. I can't say that I have always imagined where I would be after graduation. What I really wanted to do with my life. Never. I went with the flow, somehow never taking the time to question if what the world wanted of me was what I truly wanted of myself. My blithe nature allowed it. Not something I am particularly proud of but my past is something I have come to accept.

Discussing life issues with like-minded people can be immeasurably satisfying. I thoroughly enjoy those long heart to heart sessions. It makes me thankful that though life sometimes hasn't gone the way you imagined it to be, there are people around you sharing the same sentiments, hopes and disappointments, who are willing to charge with you every step of the way. Knowing you are not alone, being sometimes fragile empty vessels, it makes a world of difference to know someone will have your back come rain or shine. And by pure grace from God, you met those blessed souls on this fragmentary life on earth.

Having said that, we juggled the idea of teaching after watching a video about educating kids from our home country. A wise government decision, finally. We immersed ourselves in the notion of touching and imparting knowledge on young minds. What can be more noble right? And we did feel we would do it for the right reasons, not to glorify ourselves in any case. We agreed on numerous levels that educators were under appreciated. Not only in the country we hailed from, but many a countries. In a blink of an eye, education can be taken for granted. And with a deep rooted regret, it usually is.

The conversation brought back fond memories of the time when I spent  2 months as a substitute English teacher for my former primary school after a spur of the moment decision of deciding to apply for a job before my first year of tertiary studies. And that experience is always a testament and a solid reminder that the best things in life are not materialistic things.

I remember vividly that first day. Somehow, the large iron gates did not seem as big, nor as tall. Stepping past them did not seem as daunting either. The children, enough said. I could sense that my presence, not being much older than them yet standing at the front with the other teachers, piqued their curiosity to no end. Here I was, evidently the youngest teacher at the time, having no experience dealing with a class full of hormone driven, bursting with energy kids. They probably sensed my fear. I had truckloads of it to spare. Amidst the fear, I had hoped that my innate eagerness to please and impart the pittance of knowledge I felt I possessed at the time shone through. Rest assured, I'm much more comfortable in my own skin now. The knowledge is still questionable. That is for another time.

And the first advise the other teachers gave to me was not to smile when I entered the classroom. Strange? I definitely thought so. Apparently, I looked too sweet. Not to sound narcissistic in any way of course. I knew that I was an easy target if I showed I was a pushover for a teacher. And it was tough, to be tough. Needless to say, I failed miserably on the first thing I was not suppose to do. To smile.

The kids, on some days, were hard to control. I cannot even begin to lie. Teaching to me, never was a problem. It was the part of making sure they understood, to question if they did not, to pay attention and with diligence, finish their homework that was the tricky bit. To show me the respect I deserved as a teacher, first and a friend, second. Some days were hell, but for the most part, it was blissfully easy. They were adorable to say the least. And most of them listened to me at least, even those that were a little difficult to handle would eventually begrudgingly do so.

In retrospect, it was the small things they did, with open hearts, not expecting anything in return that I remember them most for. The moment I stepped past the school gates with my mountain of books, not less than four of my students would run up to me offering to carry them to the staff room. Mind you, they were eager to do it. The older boys, I still remember were sometimes cheeky. Asking about my personal life. And in good nature, I enjoyed the attention, and threw back the nonchalant answers I knew they wanted to hear, to get a giggle out of them. The way they called me 'Teacher Sara', in their cutesy little voices. I think at the time, the hardest part for me was to be stern. I tried, failed, and tried again. It wasn't easy, and the days where you regret giving them that first smile were many, making you want to pull out every single strand of hair. But you learn with time, things happen for a reason and sometimes, the hurdles you go through make you a stronger person.

When it came time for me to bid farewell, I could quote the infamous line that parting was such sweet sorrow. And they seemed genuinely sad I was leaving. I felt it too. My one regret was not taking a picture with them. I can't recall my reason for not doing it. I really can't. I suppose a mental image would have to suffice.

I left the school four years ago. And the best part? Recently, an ex-student, sent me a message asking if I remember them. And with ever good nature unabashed boldness, he says that he misses me and the old days when I used to teach them. That feeling, of knowing you made such an impact, cannot be described in mere words. Its a testimony that you were not a sheer subject in someone's life. You meant something. And you can kid yourself, or maybe not, that each kid has ingrained a poignant memory of you. Hey, if that thought gets you through a hard day, it never killed anyone.

I've reached a conclusion that no matter what, I would be most happy if I knew I was being remembered for something worthwhile. For posterity's sake, I hope I did leave a good impression on those bright young minds. And I won't delude myself into thinking each kid remembers me. Even on days when I wish the world was more my idealistic world, I am pragmatic to a certain extent. But being pragmatic doesn't mean a girl can't dream.

A subtle difference

Friday, April 29, 2011

Woke up to read this funny little blog post from 2006. Somehow, I find I sometimes fall into the habits and characteristics of the other gender. But how will I survive without my daily planner I will never know. A good, easy read. Enjoy!

Chore Cloud- One Difference Between Men and Women.

Blessed Easter.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

I've staggered, wavered, doubted in my faith. I've rejoiced, embraced, glorified in my faith too. And it was because of You. I just need reminders now and then that no matter how many daunting, crushing obstacles come  my way, I'll hold my baton high and race to the finish line. Because You suffered much more than I could ever fathom or repay. Thank YOU for your ever bountiful love and saving grace :D

On slowing down and childhood ambitions

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

You know, I can't remember the last time I didn't feel like I needed and wanted to grow up. I suppose, partly being my fault, I never gave much thought to the decisions I had to make when I eventually come to that proverbial crossroad. Somehow, being 22 seems like a herculean task already. However, right now, I feel as if I never had enough time on my playground. During my quieter days here in Melbourne, when work and social gatherings have not sucked up my time, I'm left with my myriad thoughts, each one bouncing off the other at a speed I can't quite follow yet alone catch up to- trying to steal as much room in my head as it can possibly attain.

And in all honesty, I've never been capable of compartmentalizing my thoughts and prioritising them. Somehow or rather, each passing thought would make its judicial stand, put its best foot forward and dominate my brain space to no extent. I'd usually find that as soon as one finishes, another seemingly bright idea plonks down, sometimes even pushing its way in, mid-thought. By the end of the day, I'm usually left with a convoluted mess of ideas and mixed feelings, never quite sure what was the last significant cogitation. I might  get these bombard of ideas sporadically, but when it decides to charge in, I eventually hoist my white flag, signalling a sound defeat.

Among one of the many lazy afternoons with just my thoughts to keep me company, I remember thinking how life is notoriously peculiar - never going in the direction you thought it would. Plans get derailed and young dreams that seem so possible way back then are now somehow laced with a tinge of regret and reduced to somewhat wishful thinking. I vividly remember a time when I was a young primary school student of 12 and we were asked in one of the many 'motivational' seminars to list our 3 ambitions or 'cita-cita'. Back then, we weren't encouraged to think outside of the box. Ambition during that time to a young, impressionable kid was what you wanted to be when you grew up. And lo and behold, its not a surprise even to me now that I would almost always instantaneously jot down: 1)Doctor, 2)Lawyer, 3)Teacher.

Not that those speakers ever gave even a second glance at my ambitions on paper. They would never encourage you to do otherwise anyway. If I had known back then, I would have written:

1)Write a book
2)Find a cure for cancer
3)Make a difference in someones life

But well, thats for another blog post (hopefully!). I digress. As always. Anyway, what I wanted to get to was that I distinctively remember this one significant time out of the numerous 'forms' I filled out that I actually wrote: 1) Journalist, 2)Doctor, 3)Lawyer. Surprised? For the life of me, I can't remember what was my motivation back then to even think of it. And mind you, I tried to write journalist in the Malay language. I've scratched my head long enough with fingernails that are a little too long but I really have not even a semblance of memory where my inspired self came up with wanting to be a journalist.

My point is, back then, becoming a journalist was possible. It was not a childish dream of sorts. I remember being inspired to write, to impart my words of wisdom for the world to marvel at (whatever few words I could conjur up, keke), my dreams tethered to the foundations of my life at the time. And then, like everything else, reality reveals its sometimes unwanted head. People tell you that journalists don't earn money, that being an esteemed doctor would. And on and on. Thinking about it now, I can't blame myself for giving up so easily on those whimsical dreams. It wasn't hard at the time, being easily swayed.

I often wonder what had happened if I had not been so naive to a certain extent and chased that dream. Maybe, just maybe, I could be a writer now :) I am not going to say that I would never be able to become one though. Life has dealt me a deck of colourful cards, each with its own story to tell. Who would have thought that a girl who once dreamed of being a writer ended being a finance graduate who is now working as a receptionist and dental nurse. I have been a teacher and even done voice overs before.Yup, you read that right. It is funny how many different roads I have experimented with. Jack of all trades, master of none? Heh. I'm quite amazed myself.

While I sometimes muse and charge myself for not sticking to childhood dreams of becoming a writer, I find some reprieve in writing here on this blank canvas that is my blog. Its something I can do for now while I thread on vicious waters that come in the form of haughty immigration rules and companies that won't give this fille a break or five just because she doesn't have her permanent residency. Sometimes, it can be so hard to maintain a blithe nature amidst the heaps of rejection emails that I can now donate in every format you wish.

As I am writing this, a million things are running through my mind. They vary from what to wear to work tomorrow, dinner on Sunday with the girls, how much weight I have gained, apply for jobs!, catch up with a good friend.....the list is endless and extensive to say the least. It's exhausting. I rest my case.

Balancing precariously on a tightrope.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?" asked Alice.
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.

I'm here, right now. Stranded in a place I don't quite know yet, much less come up with a name for it. I'm on that ephemeral platform, waiting for the train that never quite took of in the direction I thought I would be heading. Life is funny that way. Plans change, never to be set in stone, and bad news never had good timing.

In retrospect, I can't blame myself for it all. Growing up in a culture where grades meant everything and born with the need to conform, I did. I studied to stay ahead with my peers. I scored. And it took me 16 years of my life to figure out that maybe it  wasn't all its cracked up to be. Now, all those times spent waking up at those ridiculous hours to mug those books, seems frivolous in some way, reduced to a measly piece of paper that lies in a paper bag on my bedroom floor.

Graduation, only slightly more than 3 months ago, seems like a hazy, distant memory from another life. The feeling of graduation is a mixed one. I suppose I always imagined I'd feel a bit more of a sense of accomplishment. Feelings are tinged with a slight regret, having not turned out to be that great, well-read scholar that our society looks upon. Having said that, I do take some pride in braving those 9am lectures with my saving grace cup of coffee and sitting through 3 hour exams with questions that still confound me. The dream of that fille walking down the prestigious halls of Ivy League universities has been reduced to just that, a dream. But hey, it's still a dream. And one day, maybe.

I suppose, if I am being truly honest with myself, I did expect more from the University that enthralled so many young prospective scholars like myself. I expected I would love to spend my time on the vast lawns, under trees, revising my notes before lectures. I did to a certain extent enjoy my time spent on the hundred and fifty year old campus grounds but quickly got caught up with the life outside the four walls of tutorial rooms and lecture halls. My deepest friendships were formed outside those walls, lessons I will retain for life came by chance from interacting with the people around me. Though I did meet tutors that captivated my attention in classes, they were few and far in between those that did not. For those significant few, I am grateful for.

So as I wait for the winds of change to blow me in the right direction, I am taking this time to truly reflect on where I want to be. Somehow, I'm determined to find that sense of accomplishment that I feel is worthy to boast about. Though the academic pursuits of my life have left me without a clear direction, I have to give special mention that I have been happy with my time spent in the land down under.

For all my rantings and fickle mindedness, I have to admit that Melbourne has changed me for the better. People have commended on it! And I concur with that. It has led me to opportunities I would never have dreamed of, crossing paths with people I never thought imaginable. I think at least this deserves a pat on the back.

Work currently takes up part of my time here. Having difficulty finding a relevant full time job is beginning to take its toll as my over ambitious self tries to succeed on her own without the plan B of daddy's pocket. And sometimes, temptation kicks in and I find myself straying from my initial plan just because the other road is so much easier to take. Its hard and I fight it everyday to keep myself in check.

For all its worth, if I have to eventually hail back from where I came from, I will not be disappointed. Being over protected at home has made me appreciate the discipline and independence I have gained by living by myself for the past few years. And until I decide what I really want in this temporary life on earth, I will continue to be thankful for every little blessing or disappointment that comes my way.

"I don’t much care where--" said Alice.

"Then it doesn’t matter which way you go," said the Cat.

"--so long as I get SOMEWHERE," Alice added as an explanation.

"Oh, you’re sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough."

- Alice's  Adventures in Wonderland

One of those days.

Monday, April 11, 2011

If it had to happen, it had to happen.

It can get so much worse, right?

Yeah well.

Too many good days. One bad one won't kill me. There are worse things.

So I am going to be thankful to Him that no matter what, come what may, I'm still alive and breathing.

New day tomorrow. Smile and the world will smile back. Or smirk.

Can't put a price on this.

Thursday, April 07, 2011

<3

Once in 16 years.

Friday, April 01, 2011

Haven't chopped off so much hair since I was in kindergarten.

But I like it :) Maybe its just that push I need to try out new things.I'm on a roll! :D

Hello world!!

Hmm smile.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

“ Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.

— Elizabeth Gilbert

Photos courtesy of Lovequotesrus.

Serendipity

Because I love the word :)

So maybe I was too quick to judge the long hours it takes me to get to work these days. I'm sure things can get much worse. And I should be glad it hasn't happened to me.

I love the fact that bus drivers always ask if I need a full fare or concession ticket. Do I look like I am playing dress up? Heh.

I love the way people are so much more pleasant in the suburbs.

I hope my spoken Engrish is improving from conversing with more locals.

People are nice. Period. One patient even listened to my rantings. I'm sure he didn't sign up for it when he entered the clinic. Hoho.

Life so far has been kind.

I recommend a daily dose of Ingrid, Mindy and Regina Spektor to keep oneself happy.

“ I’ve always thought people would find a lot more pleasure in their routines if they burst into song at significant moments.

— John Barrowman

Why you should date a girl who reads.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

By Rosemarie Urquico

Nightmare with a twist.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

I had a nightmare that I went for a buffet dinner and forgot I wasn't supposed to have sweets. And I ate a lot of frozen yoghurt. Oh the shameeee.

Yes, it was a nightmare in this context.

Lent. And updates.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Lent is here. Being a person who has never once in her life kept a new year's resolution, I'm thinking 40 days out of 365 should be a start don't you think? I think you think it's a start too.

My lent sacrifice? 

Sweets and anything dessert related. No more frozen yoghurt how caaaaan!?

Oh help me, it's so much harder than I thought it would be. Friends, I love you and all but still! I'm determined to succeed. Unless the circumstances require me to break it. 90% accomplishment is still an accomplishment right?

Who am I kidding? :S

Ok ok, looking at recent pictures now to motivate and psyche myself to lose weight at the same time. 

Sometimes, I wish I was born a guy. But then, I would be forced to give up my Tony B shoes. And they are just too pretty to give up. Ok God, I take that back. You know You created me to be a fickle fille. 

New fone. Suka.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

SO in love with the new BB :)

Its been a while.

Another beginning.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

New bed tonight. Enough said.

Sometimes you just want a home. Give me the strength to persevere. To live the dream, come what may.

I miss the family. Sigh. But chin up, we'll make it through.

Everything you do it sends me higher than the moon

Monday, February 14, 2011

Another chance? The world seems brighter :)

God is good.

Another roadblock.

Friday, February 11, 2011

If it has to end, it has to end. Can't be greedy can I?

I know You have greater plans for me. And you do know this little fille is eternally grateful for everything.

Life changed for the better.

Maths, science, history, unravelling the mystery.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Something about it screams genuine happiness. I like :)

The Big Bang Theory is love. Congrats to Jim Parsons :)

Giddy.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

I Do Adore
Mindy Gledhill

Everything you do it sends me
Higher than the moon with every
Twinkle in your eye
You strike a match that lights my heart on fire

When you're near, I hide my blushing face
And trip on my shoelaces
Grace just isn't my forte
But it brings me to my knees when you say

Hello, how are you, my darling today?
I fall into a pile on the floor
Puppy love is hard to ignore
When every little thing you do, I do adore

We’re as different as can be
I’ve noticed you’re remarkably relaxed
And I’m overly uptight
We balance out each other nicely

You wear sandals in the snow
In mid-July I still feel cold
We’re opposites in every way
But I can't resist it when you say

Chorus

Finding words, I mutter
Tongue-tied, twisted
Foot in mouth, I start to stutter
Ha, ha, Heaven help me

Chorus

We marched around our share of Jericho.

Monday, January 10, 2011

I just can't seem to luck out. Le sigh.

I need to find my own Central Perk. Coffee makes me blissfully happy. Don't rain on my parade please.

Give our love to Peter Pan.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Some songs just make you feel all tingly inside. Listening to this song makes me feel like the last chocolate sprinkle on a sundae. Or vanilla ice cream in a rootbeer float :) The small pleasures in life make me happy.

Another 365 days and counting.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

New Year's Resolution: To keep last year's resolution. Heh. For the life of me, I can't remember what I resolved to do. I'm thinking eat less and study more diligently.

Hoho. Looks like I'm not gonna be studying again anytime soon. Somehow, nothing really prepares you for the feeling of graduating. Sure, I'm glad I did the whole movie star for a day routine. But I don't feel any different. I should, shouldn't I? After all, I'm a graduate. I'm currently ready to get back to a more serious routine. Or at least fill my time with things other than sitting in my bed all day and watching dramas.

Exercise. Oh how I have abandoned you. But please let me fit back into those pants. PLEASE. It's been burning hot in the land down under. And mum says I'm dark as it is already. So bothersome. But I would really like not to get skin cancer. Or sunspots at least :P

I'm thinking, do something to impact someone's life this year. Even in the smallest way. I got 364 days ey? I'll let you know next year if I succeed. Cross fingers, toes, arms and legs. And a little prayer goes a long way. After all, wouldn't be as blessed as I am now if it weren't for Him.

Happy New Year everyone. Let this 2011 year be a great one for all of us!!