Thursday, August 20, 2009

23 years old

When you get older, things seem far less attractive. When you were 18 you wanted to club, join those gyrating bodies on that dance floor and get high on hard liquor. Now you think of zouk and shudder of the thought of those nubile young people who look suspiciously underage and those NSFs who throng the club in hopes of chatting up (if possible, given the loud music) some girls.
At 23, I don't feel that I'm old in a sense that I can't do all these stuff, nor do I mean it in a cynical way. It just seems that, when you get to the age when your female peers are all working, you're entering your final year of formal education, when you meet with your friends you talk about internships and work and other stuff you heard your older siblings talk about with their friends. (not that i have any older siblings)
When we had our 10 year gathering, we planned it way ahead to ensure everyone could attend, and barring from fabian we succeeded. It's unlike those times in army, where an sms would bring about a quick positive response. A last minute call for anyone who wanted to watch GI Joe only yielded ed.
Yet some things don't change and I don't want them to. That night we had dinner at a tze char place which we shared 9 plates of food. Then we went to pomo (the newly renamed paradiz) and played CS for the first time in ages. The graphics look really jaded. Then we went to my place and played mafia with 10 people, a real crazy night.
As I grow older, I cherish my friends more. They have seen me through my awkward secondary school/JC years, made the time in army less harsh and make a return to Singapore all the more welcoming.
To all my friends, be it those who are from my university, army, JC, secondary school, scouts or japanese class, it has been a blast to hang out with you guys again.
Strange, normally I'm rather cavalier about going back to London, but as the date comes again, I feel a sense of loss, like there's a lot of unfinished business here. But I know, I'll be back, and I'll carry out all that I planned eventually.
For this new academic year, I feel a new sense of purpose, a sense of me wanting to be even better. It feels like the time for me to shed the bad parts of me and focus on being a better person.
But words alone don't do anything. I shall show it.
One of the things I shall do more is blog. So those who actually bother to read my blog, I'm back.

Monday, July 06, 2009

From How I Met Your Mother:

The steps normal people go through before saying "I love you".

The moment when you think you think it.
The moment you think you know it
The moment you know you know it, but can't yet say it
And finally, the moment you know you know it, and can't keep it in you any longer

Thursday, July 02, 2009

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTWmMCliPsU&feature=related

Sweet Memories
by Seiko Matsuda, Olivia Ong

なつかしい
痛みだわ
ずっと前に
忘れていた
でもあなたを見たとき
時間だけ
後もどりしたの
幸福?と聞かない
で うそをつくのは上手じゃない
友だちならいるけど
あんなには燃えあがれなくて
失った夢だけが 
美しく見えるのは何故かしら
過ぎ去った
優しさも今は
甘い記憶
sweet memories

Don't kiss me baby
we can never be
So don't add more pain
Please don't hurt me again
I have spent so many nights
Thinking of you longing for your touch
I have once loved you so much

あの頃は
若過ぎて いたずらに
傷つけあった二人
色褪せた
哀しみも今は
遠い記憶
sweet memories

The song that is stuck in my head now. I guess it fits the type of song i like, the piano solo, the haunting voice and most of all it was released in 1983 by an old renowned singer.

Monday, June 22, 2009

'Uni can wait, I'm taking a gap year'
More youth taking time off to volunteer, travel or gain work experience
By Alessa Pang & Rachel Au-Yong

WHILE her peers fret about which university to choose or which orientation camps to go for, Miss Tiffany Liew, 18, is thinking about writing up menus and picking out pots and pans.

Having scored 3 As in last year's A-level exams, the former Raffles Junior College student will put off her pursuit of a degree to start her own food and beverage stall and gain some work experience.

'I know it's not the conventional route, but it'll be good exposure especially since I'm going down the business route,' said the business-major hopeful.

She is negotiating for the operational rights of a local delicacy stall, and hopes to set up shop in VivoCity or Ion Orchard. She has taken a loan of $100,000 from her businessman father. 'I know it's a lot of money, but with his guidance and some luck, I hope and intend to repay him with interest,' she said.

Miss Liew is one of a small but growing number of youth who are taking a gap year before university - a practice slow to catch on among Singaporeans, who are known to prize the pursuit of education.

For some among this small group - particularly those whose parents are able to support them financially - a gap year is a way to have a break, gain some work experience, or do volunteer work.

No one keeps track of how many youth take a gap year here, but the National University of Singapore (NUS) said about 250 students are granted leave of absence for academic or personal reasons each year, excluding those who have to complete their national service. NUS has an average annual intake of about 6,250.

At the Nanyang Technological University, 'less than a handful' of its annual cohort of about 5,050 request a gap year.

The Singapore Management University does not keep track of such students because potential students who wish to take a gap year are advised to apply in the year they are ready to start.

The United World College campus here has a gap-year programme for its graduating students which links them to volunteering stints in neighbouring countries that usually last several months.

Singaporean students, though, have to chart the road less travelled themselves.

Miss Natalya Twohill, 22, decided to take a gap year after her studies at Ngee Ann Polytechnic. After getting a diploma in mass communications in 2006, she did not rush off her university applications.

Instead, she set up the Singapore branch of the United Nations Youth Association - which has now grown to 450 members and volunteers. The group discusses world issues, much like the ones world leaders do in the UN headquarters.

Miss Twohill was selected to attend the Global Leaders' Youth Summit in New York, where she visited the UN. She also visited a refugee camp in Chiang Mai, Thailand. The NUS political science major said: 'It wasn't always easy, but my gap year gave me the assurance I needed that serving the community was really my passion in life.'

But more often than not, students take a year off simply to give themselves a break from the education system.

Miss Claire Oei, 20, said: 'I was tired of studying so hard continuously for the last 12 years. I wanted to be able to do things I want to do at my own pace.'

She spent a year working at an events management company and travelling around Asia and Australia while doing volunteer work. Miss Oei paid for most of her trips, with her parents chipping in.

Then there are those who do not want to be bogged down by the hassle of applying to an overseas university while studying for exams.

Miss Sarah Tang, 19, finished her International Baccalaureate last year but is going to apply for a place in the Wharton Business School only this year. 'I didn't want to have to deal with my examination and applications at the same time.' said the former Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) student. Meanwhile, she took up a sales job in clothes retailer Hermes and started her own stock portfolio.

Miss Grace Teng, 20, also decided to take a year off after completing her studies in 2007. The aspiring film-maker spent a year buffing up her portfolio for her application to the famed New York University's Tisch School of the Arts for film and television studies.

Armed with a strong portfolio, she got a place in her dream school. 'There was no way I would have got in if I had applied in 2007 because my portfolio would not have been strong enough,' she said.

Taking a gap year is no easy decision.

Most, like Miss Connie Tan, 19, are worried about losing a year. 'I'm afraid I would end up wasting time. It may also be even more competitive if I were to apply for admission next year.'

Miss Lim Hui Meen, 19, decided it was too 'risky' and did not want to 'sap any more of my parents' retirement funds'.

Others said they did not want to be 'separated' from their friends from junior college or secondary school.

Most who have done the gap year said they would not have been able to do it without their parents' support or approval, at least.

Mrs Wendy Yeap, whose daughter Cassandra, 20, took a year off to gain working experience, said: 'I watched Cassandra become much more confident about herself and she is now very clear about what she wants to pursue.'

What I found interesting about this article by our national daily is that, there is not one guy who was interviewed or referenced. I find this detail severely lacking, because I think any critical and analytical person who reads this article can spot that fatal flaw in the article. To have not noticed this before it went to publication is surprising to say the least, you would think a newspaper would try to give the most unbiased account possible.

Maybe they didn't write about guys, because, let me make a few wild guesses, have to do NS, thus taking up 2 years of their lives and hence would be less likely to take gap year as they are already behind their female peers as it is.

To take a gap year is not an easy decision, and there are many reasons why people do so. I just hope our national daily can be more vigilant in their reporting and not leave out an important and crucial perspective when writing an article.

Seeing it for ourselves

I RECENTLY bumped into an old friend who had just completed his degree in the United States.

He was due to return here to serve his scholarship with a local statutory board. However, his time overseas had exposed him to a plethora of alternative career options he never even knew existed. Too good to pass up, he found, was the rare opportunity to work in Tokyo as a computer science researcher.

Hence, he made the bold decision to terminate the scholarship and pay off the bond, heading instead to Tokyo for better pay and prospects.

Having lived in Singapore for most of my life, his cosmopolitan experience was indeed inspiring. His words to me were: 'If you never venture out, you'll never know what you're missing.'

While Singapore strives to be a hub for everything, our lack of natural and spatial resources will inevitably constrain us. Our tiny shores are not enough for some of us to fulfil our greater aspirations, be it in academic life or the arts.

We will never know if the grass is really greener on the other side until we go there and see it for ourselves.

Chew Zhi Wen, 21, has completed his first year in law at NUS.



Home ground is best

WHENEVER I tell friends I have never travelled in a plane, they usually react with disbelief. 'How can that be,' they stutter. 'Surely you must have gone overseas at some point in your life!'

Well, I've only been to Malaysia, but it's not because I'm afraid of flying or I can't afford a ticket; it's just that I've never felt the need to fly overseas for holidays.

Through television and the Internet, I'm fully aware that there's a host of experiences around the world that I've been missing out on.

Yet Singapore - this sparkling city of perfectly spaced trees, with rubbish bins around every corner - exerts a magnetic pull of familiarity that I cannot shrug off.

There is a comforting sense of security here, with a top-notch police force and professional armed forces. Law and order may not seem like a big deal until you find yourself in the middle of a riot.

There is also no compelling need to head overseas for studies: We have world-class universities here, and my primary academic interest is South- east Asian society. Besides, I can always go on short-term exchanges if I am really bitten by the travel bug.

For now, it is fine to stay.

Ow Yeong Wai Kit, 20, has a place to read arts and social sciences at NUS.

Everyone knows one or two of them. You know, the bond breaker. I remember there was this whole campaign back when I was still in secondary school vilifying them, so much so i had write a bao zhang bao dao on them. There were talks of publishing their names in the news to "shame" them. But now it seems that people take it as par for the course. Which is good as well.

Even when I wrote those essays back in sec2 condemning those evil bond breakers who because of the fact they can't honour a contract will end up to be adulterers and fraudsters because of their past record of not keeping their word, i never really bought into that idea. And now that I'm overseas, I don;t really blame people from breaking their bonds once they see how things are different when they go overseas.

The second writer seems a tad too self righteous about him not travelling. But nevertheless, he appreciates my home for what it is, its safety and greenery and etc. I think the world is made up of different people, and everyone has different ways of looking at things. But in this case, I espouse the mantra of the first letter, that you need to go out to appreciate what you left behind. And right now, after spending 2 years in London, I have learnt to appreciate it and it has become my second home of sorts, but one's soul still hankers for home.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

All Hail Me

I hate to sound pretentious, but I do think now that I am the real life equivalent of Lelouch Vi Britainia.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

If You Don't Wanna Love Me
James Morrison

When you lower me down
So deep that I, I can't get out
And when you're lost, lost and alone
Yes you'd think it was the last place
You'd come back for more

If you don't want me to leave
Then don't push me away
Rather blow out the lights
You can watch it all fade

But I'm going nowhere
I'm gonna stay
When you just wanna fight
When you're closing your eyes
'Cause you don't wanna love me

I'm gonna stay
You can't push me to far
There's no space in my heart
Where I don't wanna love you

And when there's no stone
Then how can I feel the corn
If there's nothing, nothing, nothing left to lose
Then what is this feeling
That keeps on bringing me back to you

So I'm gonna stay
When you just wanna fight
And you're closing your eyes
'Cause you don't wanna love me

So I'm gonna stay, yes I will
You can't push me too far
There's no space in my heart
Where I don't wanna love you

And if you ask me to leave
And I walked away
We'd still be alone
And we'd still be afraid
I'm going nowhere
I'm going nowhere

'Cause I'm gonna stay
When you just wanna fight
And there's tears in your eyes
'Cause you don't wanna love me

I'm gonna stay
All the tears that I've cried
I could leave them to dry
If you don't wanna love me
Could leave them to dry
If you don't wanna love me

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Reborn

It's been ages since I blogged here frequently, and since the exam madness is getting to me I decided to hit the keyboard again to share my thoughts with the cyber world.
Can't believe that this blog was created way back when I was 17, 6 years ago. I must get down to saving all the entries before Blogger goes kaput.
It's been a trying time for me these few weeks, but am still hanging on there. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, so I want to recreate myself and be a better person.
Humans are really pitiful sometimes. We strive to change things in our life, but we know ultimately it is futile. There are things you can try as much as you want but you can't change.
But that shouldn't stop you from trying.
Which is what I'll do.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Change

Down this lonely road of change I must take.

For although it hurts, it hurts for the other more.

What is now past can not be regained,

But rather a new path is to be carved.

Friday, April 03, 2009

Paroxysms

Left clavicle muscle. Right thigh muscle. Heart.

Pain.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Revive Revival

Never thought I'll start writing here again, but I guess life has its way of making things go full circle.
Oh well, quit whining, apps, hasting bass essay, fiduciary duties tutorial, hire of the coach bus, come up with qns await me.
I always said a happy person does not blog.
Well, as of now, I'm not feeling happy.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Keeping the faith

Recently I read an article about people converting from Taoism to Christianity and one of the reasons they cited was that Taoism placed emphasis on respecting parents, wealth and other worldly pursuits, which they found very shallow and unfufilling. I'm not here to debate this point about religions, but I just want to talk about this point.
I think, the main point is that people rather place their faith in things that are rather intangible than earthly people. I can understand why. You place your faith in people, and invariably, like it or not, they will let you down, despite their best efforts. When you were growing up, you thought the world of your parents, thought they knew everything and anything, and were in awe of them. But as you grow up, you realise that they don't know everything, they are as flawed as any human being in this world. And then you decide not to follow their advice anymore, for you think that they don't know any better. And what if your parents did not fufil their duties very well, the case for respecting them and placing your faith in them is further weakened.
Friends may stab you in the back faster than you can think about it. Friends you know from young can drift apart over an argument, or just merely distance.
Your lover may get so fed up with you, until the point she'll leave you. There can be only so much love can take, until it warps into hate, then the scariest emotion of them all. Indifference.
We human beings are evil. We are irredeemable, disgusting creatures that love ourselves only. Even those people whom you thought were heroes and are worth placing your faith on, sooner or later someone will tear down their facade and expose their ugly side, and the worst part is people do that to feel better about themselves, to let that guy know, hey you ain't any special, you're just like us, selfish creatures who can't give a damn about other people. People cheat, lie, hate, plot, harass, procrastinate, act in manners that are so despicable, and the worst part is, they know the consequences of their actions, and yet they still go ahead to do it.
A world like this, you wonder why one has the will to wake up everyday to strive on.
This world has charities misspending donations, friends betraying each other, people fighting over inheritances, brother against brother, where Russia invades Georgia on the day of the Olympics where people dismiss as a lightshow for the masses, just like the 43rd birthday of our Home Inc.
And yet.
And yet I wake up everyday to strive on.
It is not some misplaced optimisim that the world will change itself overnight, or that things will be alright, or that someone, somewhere, untainted from all this cyncism will rise up and salvage humanity.
Rather, I believe it is more likely we will drown in our own hate and bile.
I strive on because, even though my family is flawed, my friends are flawed, my life is flawed, there are moments out there, fleeting yes, but are there for me to grasp and enjoy.
I strive one because I know that, despite being a flawed individual predisposed to evil, I can fight the internal evil by forcing it under, by fighting that never ending struggle, all because of a simple reason.
I love my flawed family, my flawed friends, my flawed lover.
Love does not conquer everything. Love does not resurrect the dead, heal the deepest of wounds, nor can it be the panacea to the world.
Love is frankly a useless and pointless emotion, designed to make one trudge on in life. The ultimate opiate for the masses, the joke of the gods who play it amongst us mortals.
And yet.
And yet I decide to love. To love is to hate at the same time, for it is passion.
We are all disgusting wastes of protoplasms to begin with already. I don't have great aspirations, I just want to love those who are important to me, despite them being flawed in the most hopeless and incorrigble of ways. For I am flawed as well, and I as a person do not deserve any faith placed on me, for it'll just invariably bring about pain and suffering to those who decide to rely on me.
I have known happiness, pain, friendship, love, grief, loss, and many other emotions. I know enough that this lousy world I live in will never change.
But that will not stop me from placing my faith in people flawed as they may be, infallible gods they are not.
Why? Maybe I'm a born masochist. But I like to believe that, there is some good in all our evil selves, and that maybe if I showered them with a bit of love, that useless and pointless emotion, perhaps in my nice corner of my life I can make the world a bit better for them.
I am evil. I don't deserve good stuff happening to me. So I rather make the people important to me happy.
I guess, I'm just an evil person loving you with all he has.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I am happy.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Lousy

I hate letting people down.
But I only have myself to blame.
Somehow, I prefer that they get angry with me, instead of saying it's alright with a voice filled with resignation and disappointment.
But yeah, that is just me trying to make myself feel better, as I subconsciously think that once the anger is gone, everything will be fine again.
Argh argh argh.
I really am damn fricking irritated and angry with myself now, but it's pointless.
"From now on I'll just not expect anything from others so I won't be disappointed anymore."
These words made me feel the worst ever chill run through my whole body.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Exams

Ok worst possible time to be malaised, but yeah that's the case I'm feeling now, on the eve of my criminal paper.
Just feel like saying it here.
Need a shot in the arm.
Shall sleep and wake up to fight another day.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Of the most improbable of events

Alan is a famous politician hated by Dave, an enthusiast for voodoo. Dave believes that he can cause brain damage to Alan by sticking needles into his effigy. Dave foresees two problems, first, that he is not sure he can make a sufficiently accurate effigy of Alan and secondly, getting the needles into the exact parts of the effigy’s head will be exceedingly complex. He decides to go to Madame Tussaud’s to try out the spell on Alan’s effigy, fully expecting that he will need a second trip as he is bound to stick the pins in wrongly the first time around. On arriving at the effigy the coast seems clear and Dave sticks a number of pins into it, ruining it beyond repair. Paula arrives but Dave, seeing that she does not look hostile, explains to her what he is doing. Paula happens to be a researcher working for Alan and sends him a text message describing the scene. Alan is so amused on reading it that he rocks back on his chair and cracks his skull on the wall, which causes him brain-damage.

Consider Dave’s criminal liability, ignoring any issue of insanity. Add critical comments where you think the law is unsatisfactory.

From the KCL 2007 summer exam for criminal law. Seriously, WTF.
ZY v Exams

Ok, not the most imaginative title I must admit, but yeah law is taking over my life as it is. Going crazy as the seasons reaches the business end of it. Exams in 2 weeks, and although I think I understand the concepts involved, but I have yet to commit them to memory, which renders the understanding part moot. Oh well, I desperately need to get some momentum going but EU law is boring as hell and I don't feel like to tackling it at all. Need to bite the bullet.
They never do things the easy way right? Having said that friedel was god like on sat. This sets up 3 tantalising matches in a row, bacra chelski barca. Worth taking time off studying to watch.
Today's hall dinner was the worst experience I had. Firstly, the (newly upgraded) lift was out of service, so I had to walk down 9 floors to get to the dining area. Then as it was the weekend, like cookhouse the food was crappy, and the server was the usual weekend lady who is very sullen and surly. And because it's a weekend, the more decent options tend to run out very quickly, so you have to go down early to ensure you don't end up with the lousy food. I chose the most unoffensive option, and went to get my cutlery, and lo and behold, there were only metal knives left. I knew it was pointless to ask for more cutlery, as the washer will take some time to clean it anyway, thus just grabbed 2 knives and ate my pork with potatoes, and drank my luxury hot chocolate from a paper cup. My hallmate was worst off, as he had to eat the same thing with 2 plastic knives. The reason for the paucity of cutlery is due to the fact that the residents (not me) keep on koping the cups and cutlery, until the point the cookhouse has to ration. But it's ridiculous really, but yeah since I'm moving out in another 2 months I really can't be bothered. They better fix the lift though, as AO puts it, if he wants to go down now he has to think properly before going down otherwise he'll be cursing all the way up again.
And AO looks like a real lion these few days. I bet his encik will get a heart attack if he goes back for ICT like that.
There's a homecoming party for RJC-ians (sic) class of 2004 to 2007. Firstly, please use the term Rafflesians not RJC-ians, it just sounds wrong. And reading the facebook event, I doubt any batch of 2004 would go. It'll just be a reminder of how old we are and how far we have gone from RJC already.
It's quite scary to hear how far ahead my female peers are already, while I'm still a 1st year student. I just feel a bit distant from them now, especially since we have followed radically different paths ever since we left RJ. Nevertheless, those I'm closer to I'm still in contact with, and it's always nice to talk to them as they have been there done that in terms of uni and give good advice.
Just can't wait for the exams to be over, and then will finally be able to go home to sunny and rainy Singapore. Until then, really have to concentrate to do well.
On a happier note, 5 more days! :)
Held: Needs to study more. Much much more.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Academic renaissance

Ok I have been hearing about people getting weird dreams, which is probably due to the stress of studying so much, and I have joined this exclusive club. On Wednesday, while poring over my criminal notes, I fell asleep on my bed.
I can vaguely remember it as suddenly I felt the bed shake. I thought, shit it's an earthquake. So I got up and bizarrely tried to input my password into my laptop so that I can take it along with me. But somehow I couldn't really do it, as it was shaking too much, but I finally managed to do it. Then next thing I can remember was my room felt like the house in Wizard of Oz which was being carried away by a twister. I saw a shoe rack outside my window filled with shoes then I thought the shoes will drop out of the rack, and thus I opened my window to retrieve them. But in my haste, I dropped a few shoes, so I got exasperated and somehow got the room to land and got out to retrieve the fallen shoes. Bizarre I tell you.

Earthquake
To dream of an earthquake, suggests that you are experiencing a major "shake-up" that is threatening your stability and foundation. The dream highlights you insecurity, fears and sense of helplessness. If you find cover from the quake, you will overcome these challenges. If you become trapped or injured during the quake, you will suffer loss of your business and assets.

Hmm ok.. I guess the "shake up" refers to exams. Anyway, as a result of that, I got up at 12 midnight, decided it was futile to study anymore, and went to sleep. Slept for 12 hours, thus was super alert the next day and did quite a lot of studying. Was helped by the fact I got from Sam Utada Hikaru's Heart Station, the tunes in the album was very upbeat and unless I concentrate very hard I can get the lyrics, so the level of distraction is lower.
Getting scared shitless already. Exams are coming so fast and I haven't really remembered everything. Small consolation is that somehow topics I knew nuts about in the past when I study them now I can understand them.
Filling up my summer schedule. Hopefully it'll be a fruitful and interesting summer.
Can't wait for exams to be over, and thus herald the start of 4 months of relaxation.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Same side of the moon

By Corrinne May

I'm looking out the window
Where we sat to watch the stars
There's a chill within the air
It makes my heart long for your touch
You may be miles away
But as I kneel to pray

I see the same side of the moon
That we'll be looking on when the world turns blue
And know that time and space can't come between me and you
We share the same side of the moon
And though you'll never see all the tears shine through
I know I can't be that far from you
If we're both looking on the same side of the moon

I picture you across the ocean
In your corner of the world
I pray the wind will blow my voice
And gently whisper in your ear
Your night may be my day
And though the seasons change

It's still the same side of the moon
That we'll be looking on when the world turns blue
And know that time and space can't come between me and you
We share the same side of the moon
And though you'll never see all the tears shine through
I know I can't be that far from you
If we're both looking on the same side of the moon
I know I can't be that far from you
If we're both looking on the same side of the moon

Sunday, April 13, 2008

The world stopped for the endless poem

What I owe this blog is a long entry, and it shall get one.
USA trip was fun, memorable as the company was crazy, the trip really was very memorable because of andrew and his many quips, what with his helicopters, cider, strip clubs, sarah marshall, phallic symbols, 21 and other nonsense. Not to make fun of andrew of course, but yah the trip wouldn't be half as fun if you weren't along to make us laugh or dumbstruck.
Boston was really cold, and boring as most of the students went back home and it was easter weekend. New York was more fun of course, but I felt that the place lacked a bit of soul, and a lot of the attractions were very man made and artificial. But I must admit there was a sort of vibe that ran through the city, and being the city boy I took to the place well. Shopping at the outlet was madness, I just grabbed and went, as a result spent a lot of money. But it was good stuff, but yeah despite the increase in wardrobe items I haven't been going out much as there is a small matter of exams to study for.
And that's what I have been doing ever since I got back. Trying to cram 1 year's worth of work into 4 weeks is no joke, and I have found it hard going so far. Hopefully I can pick up the pace and at least do decently well. Have taken to taking up residence in the various libraries in London to study, to escape all the distractions.
Oh for those who actually care, I'm returning to Singapore on the 21st of June. My exams end early May, then it's off to Copenhagen and Italy.
Can't wait to go home. Lately I have had more time for introspection, and I have to come to realise that although I like to wander off and see new stuff, there's still no place like home to just kick back and relax with your family.
What I would love is to have steamboat with my family on the deck on a cold night. Or just durians in the kitchen.
And I will get that photo taken when I go back.
Just 2 and a half more months to go.
But first, just 13 more days to go.

Monday, April 07, 2008

April Snow

It just seems poignant that it snowed today.