Wed(today): facial appointment, bible study, work in admin office
Thur: report morning at Shangri-la hotel: ushering
Fri: ditto (7am - 11pm)
Sat: ditto (7am - 3.30pm)
Sun: Church, buy food for camp next day
Mon: ODAC orientation camp(OAC). Part of " Sai Kang (shit work) Party"; Logistics cell, in short. Venue at
Changi Village. Nasi Lemak feast. Shiok ah..
Tue: OAC day 2. Pulau Ubin. Feed the mosquitoes and sandflies.
Wed: OAC day 3. Desaru cycling.
Thur: OAC day 4. Break camp.
Fri: Commemcement ceremony ushering, pm.
Sat: Fellowship. Afternoon, commencement ceremony ushering
Sun: Church. Hallelujah..
Mon: Commencement ceremony ushering, evening. (Attending Timothy's ceremony!)
Tue: Free
Wed: Commencement ceremony ushering, pm. (Attending Ja's ceremony!!)
blah blah blah.. and the list adds on..
I want to watch "War of the Worlds"!!!! Where to find time?
I want new shoes!!! getting them today!
I need to go Ikea! Where got time??????
Get busy... yeah!
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Cleaning out my room....
Yup, I'm in the midst of my annual spring-cleaning bedroom project. Clearing my room, is catastrophic, and mentally exhausting. First, I would need half a day's worth of time to do it. Next, coffee to perk me up. Thirdly, emotional stability. In the middle of clearing my books and papers, my bed, floor and anywhere else that has space will be shrewn with papers and nonsense. What are these nonsense? Basically, I am a bit of a garung guni. I keep useless things like: 1) things from my older cousin who has used but kept since her junior college to university days ( she is 29 this year..) which are given to me by my aunt...rusted hair clips, out-dated earrings, old necklaces that requires polishing.. at times even sweets that are close its expiry date.. haha. 2) Samples from everywhere. Little sachets of shampoo, face cream, skin whitening lotion, conditioner, pore minimising essence, anything you can find in a sachet or tiny little bottles. 3) Pamphlets and flyers and promotional letters that I just pile up and forget to throw. Enough said. And most of them land on my desk. So, when packing starts, my floor was divided into a wanted and unwanted zone. Scraps of papers everywhere, pens dried of ink start appearing on the floors, huge stacks of past-year worksheets emerge from boxes usually hidden away in my bedroom, placed in the unwanted zone. My bed is not spared. It temporarily becomes part of the space segregated for unwanted and wanted stuff. Its a mess.. a bloody mess. I look at it and my head spins. Wonder why I had to take everything out. But at the end of clearing, I feel like I emerged out of a battle, exhausted, but satisfied.
Yeah, satisfaction. Everytime when I decide I want to clean my room, it is always a time when I feel like my lifestyle needs a change. Its a time to refresh myself, re-organise my things and get ready to face a new start ahead. This time round, school is reopening in a month. I had a hard time in my last two semesters in university. When my holidays started two months ago, I ran away from the reality of my university life. I simply chucked everything aside and just did not bother to look or think back my last semester. I ran away from my grades; until about 2 days after my results were released, only then I gathered much courage to check my results. I am supposed to decide my major in the next semester, but right now, I'm still clueless. At this point, I don't really know where I intend to head for. Am I going to school with a cannot-be-bothered attitude for my grades, using the excuse that "life is more than just grades"? Sometimes I think I am just deceiving myself. As a christian, I reassured myself that no matter what happens, God will always ensure my life is well. Or perhaps, it is God's arrangement that I do not do well. Well, I was shaken out of this deception by my pastor on Sunday. I'm sick and tired of feeling so lousy about myself. I felt that I needed to pull myself up again, and therefore repacking my room is the first step to get myself ready for my new semester. A new start goes a long way I hope...
And as I was clearing and repacking my stuff, I had a walk down memory lane looking through photos, secondary school autograph books, art folios, school diary etc. Some were painful, mostly were happy moments of me and my friends having fun. Over the years, I have lost and put on weight like a yoyo... Now I'm at my fat stage again. The heaviest in fact. Sigh...
I'm not totally done with my room yet. Getting new boxes and trays from Ikea! I will clear all the cosmetic junkies at the side of my table, and pack them in the new compartments!!! So exciting!
So, clearing my room is not just like clearing any other place, be it my former classrooms, toilets(we were trained to clean toilets in secondary school!!). Its a combination of physical and emotional clearing. My state of well-being differs before and after the job. I often go through deep reflection while reminising the past. Every object that i own has a memory of its own. I even keep scraps of wrappers. There is especially one that evokes strong feelings. It is just a lacy wrapper used to wrap candies. Given to me as an exam encouragement by a church friend, whom just a few months ago, was in a serious coma for a mysterious brain infection. Her chances of survival were pretty slim, and I remembered everyone praying for her like mad. God heard our prayers and blessed her with a miraculous recovery. When I received the wrapping of candies, I felt so grateful to God for giving back her life, that she may come back and inspire the rest of us. Call me over-emotional or reading too much into things, I don't care, but I was really overwhelmed by this thought. So many memories in my room, good ones and bad, tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet, my negative side I shed.
Yeah, satisfaction. Everytime when I decide I want to clean my room, it is always a time when I feel like my lifestyle needs a change. Its a time to refresh myself, re-organise my things and get ready to face a new start ahead. This time round, school is reopening in a month. I had a hard time in my last two semesters in university. When my holidays started two months ago, I ran away from the reality of my university life. I simply chucked everything aside and just did not bother to look or think back my last semester. I ran away from my grades; until about 2 days after my results were released, only then I gathered much courage to check my results. I am supposed to decide my major in the next semester, but right now, I'm still clueless. At this point, I don't really know where I intend to head for. Am I going to school with a cannot-be-bothered attitude for my grades, using the excuse that "life is more than just grades"? Sometimes I think I am just deceiving myself. As a christian, I reassured myself that no matter what happens, God will always ensure my life is well. Or perhaps, it is God's arrangement that I do not do well. Well, I was shaken out of this deception by my pastor on Sunday. I'm sick and tired of feeling so lousy about myself. I felt that I needed to pull myself up again, and therefore repacking my room is the first step to get myself ready for my new semester. A new start goes a long way I hope...
And as I was clearing and repacking my stuff, I had a walk down memory lane looking through photos, secondary school autograph books, art folios, school diary etc. Some were painful, mostly were happy moments of me and my friends having fun. Over the years, I have lost and put on weight like a yoyo... Now I'm at my fat stage again. The heaviest in fact. Sigh...
I'm not totally done with my room yet. Getting new boxes and trays from Ikea! I will clear all the cosmetic junkies at the side of my table, and pack them in the new compartments!!! So exciting!
So, clearing my room is not just like clearing any other place, be it my former classrooms, toilets(we were trained to clean toilets in secondary school!!). Its a combination of physical and emotional clearing. My state of well-being differs before and after the job. I often go through deep reflection while reminising the past. Every object that i own has a memory of its own. I even keep scraps of wrappers. There is especially one that evokes strong feelings. It is just a lacy wrapper used to wrap candies. Given to me as an exam encouragement by a church friend, whom just a few months ago, was in a serious coma for a mysterious brain infection. Her chances of survival were pretty slim, and I remembered everyone praying for her like mad. God heard our prayers and blessed her with a miraculous recovery. When I received the wrapping of candies, I felt so grateful to God for giving back her life, that she may come back and inspire the rest of us. Call me over-emotional or reading too much into things, I don't care, but I was really overwhelmed by this thought. So many memories in my room, good ones and bad, tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet, my negative side I shed.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
HTML idiots can blog!!!!
I'm quite satisfied at myself. Over a peroid of just one day, I have turned from zero knowledge of HTML and posting pictures, to the outcome of this blog. Still looks weird, the colour combination, but I'm still figuring out the template. I'm quite amazed at my advancement in such knowledge, of course, at the expense of making a few people suffer from bouts of stroke, caused by witnessing such stupidity portrayed by the supposedly "intelligent human". Well... perhaps my genes are mutated towards the dinosaur origins... took a long and hard time adapting to learn some HTML coding. Oh well... I suppose baking and things not of the PC are in my blood, after some agonising time of unsucessfully trying to post pictures on my blog, I went to let steam out by... making agar-agar. Mmm... attempted the multi-layered one, alternating between strawberry and almond flavour. Was a success. Ahh... the joys of cooking; I was able to stay calm and learn more about the ways of the net again after the cooking session.
Hmm.. but I find this blogging experience so interesting. Oh my, I think its addictive. :P
Here I am typing away, even though I have to wake up early tomorrow morning for a camp to attend. Not a cooking camp, ( wonder if anyone would actually of something like that), yes, a camp-camp. As in outdoor expedition, running around the place, kayaking and all.. I don;t want to go!! I want to find out more about blogging! I just got into the gist of it!!!!
Ooohh.. so exciting, so what do I expect myself to produce in my own blog??? Hmm... thats a rather silly question. Obviously anything that pops up in this queer mind of mine. From zany ones to depressive ones... Let the creative juices flow man.
Hmm.. but I find this blogging experience so interesting. Oh my, I think its addictive. :P
Here I am typing away, even though I have to wake up early tomorrow morning for a camp to attend. Not a cooking camp, ( wonder if anyone would actually of something like that), yes, a camp-camp. As in outdoor expedition, running around the place, kayaking and all.. I don;t want to go!! I want to find out more about blogging! I just got into the gist of it!!!!
Ooohh.. so exciting, so what do I expect myself to produce in my own blog??? Hmm... thats a rather silly question. Obviously anything that pops up in this queer mind of mine. From zany ones to depressive ones... Let the creative juices flow man.
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