Liz said something to me and Yunwei the other day that I thought was hilarious.
So I was having my lunch at Far East plaza before we went to do our nails, and Liz got irritated with my slow eating speed and said indignantly:
“Wah why you eat so slow!?
“You know Yunwei, she does everything so slowly – eat slow, walk slow, put makeup slow, but the only thing that she does really fast is her assignments and replying emails!”
That made me laughed so hard. Aahhaha. 知我者Liza也。
I finally met up with my best friends after a year. To have Jessie, Liza, Yunwei, and Andy all seated around a table, catching up…seems so surreal. I have almost forgotten how it feels like to be the person part of such conversation. These people keep me grounded, that I may lose a certain part of myself that belongs to them solely because I have been so busy with getting through life, but find that part of me back eventually. I haven’t seen Liz in almost a year. And I find it incredulous how big I’ve become when I stand beside these skinny girls haha.
What a blessing to have them in my life. For the past 7 years of my life. This is the reason why I make no or minimal effort when it comes to meeting new people. Because I am convinced these are the best bunch of people I will ever, ever meet.
:)
If you are wondering why there haven’t been any updates on this space, it is because I have been channelling all my ideas to my poems for my bookpub classes…and well, other school assignments. I have been working on a few projects that I am actually excited to undertake, and I am praying that all will go well eventually. Another eight more weeks to my unofficial graduation. I received two emails that made my day today, one all the way from LA, and another, from an old, dear friend of mine. I also went for NAPFA and passed all the stations except my 2.4km run…but hey at least I tried my best :) One more week to the Christmas break and I am more than ready to do work during that two weeks haha. It sounds strange but it’s the last lap, there is no point in enjoying my holidays when I have a longer one awaiting me after I unofficially graduate :) Speaking of which, pick up a copy of npTribune and lookout for my byline!
I can also safely say, at the end of week 8, I call/email people for interviews #likeaboss. The initial fear of talking to strangers has finally dissipated. While I still hate the exhorting, cajoling, coaxing my interviewees part of my interviews, I know that God is in control and He will hold me fast. He will not allow me to become a cold-blooded, detached person just for the sake of getting a story.
I have been thinking – what if there is no one job I could do my whole life? Just because all human beings are fickle and need change constantly in their lives. I spoke to an environmentalist earlier on, who started out studying media, and went on to do PR and then decided she wanted to do writing but ended up setting up a non-profit organization, and her very own green PR company.
When she was my age, she was looking for that one job she would do all her life too.
What if there is no such thing as having just one profession all my life? Would I be job hopping? Would I hate my job(s) so much that I end up being poor(or rich) and miserable? I hate the thought of not knowing what I m going to be in future. It frightens me a lot. I wish I had devised a plan B…now I guess I just have to look for it. And fast.
I couldn’t be more nonchalant about my acceptance to the best university in Australia. I received the news today. I guess it’s because I know I will never have the money to be able to go…and I’ve used much of my parents savings when I took a trip to LA last April.
Sometimes, having to choose does not necessarily mean freedom to choose. Is there true freedom in choosing when you’ve so many options? I guess not.
I miss it when the only things I had to choose were between an apple or an orange, the piano or ballet, pink or yellow dress, to do or not do, to go or not go.
I was so much myself when I was living in LA. Simply because nobody there knew me. You know what they say, when no one is looking, that’s who you really are.
I worked so hard for two years doing something I love, only to realise I dislike the person I have become because of it. But I refuse to let it consume me. Refuse.
Went on a secret adventure in the wee hours of the night yesterday with dad. It was great but the fatigue is getting to me….moreover I am having class from 9am to 9pm today.
“In everything there is difficulty, you cannot give up easily once you encounter something difficult. Don’t say you didn’t have a choice. You had one and you chose this.”
“You know what’s your problem Hazel?
“Structure. You lack structure.”
“其实，她在美国的时候我很想她，只是我不想whatsapp她，因为我知道她自已可以的。。” ：’）
“我很开心你的“华语”没有变，还听的出来是新加坡人讲的！”
“记得我们小时候，“阿妈” 会拿着藤条追着我们打。。。
“记得我们小时候。。。
吗？”
“I don’t like it when people make it sound easy to get to where you are. Just shut up and work hard la, talk so much for?”
Ah I loooove Wirda :) She has this amazing ability to sum up everything that my subconscious mind thinks in one sentence or intelligent remark.
There are just some people who will always accept you for who you’re, even if you leave and return after six months a slightly different person than you were before. Wirda is one of those people I am extremely fortunate to have.
Happy birthday Azlin and thank you for always being there for me! You’re a very big part of the reason why I have Sam and I will always remember that. <3
