says... Happy Birthday...:) celebrating birthday at Macdonald's!! wad a childhood recollect.. :)
PS: did ya guys realised i had "M" hat ? how comical. lol
Monday, March 1, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
celebrating the Love-Spring season.
Hellooooo world...
.....of work, work, work,
i'm completely drained out...
i know this is NO good going long term. but i do not have any resolution for now.
and of work, i have no time for other commitments. i wish i'd have more time for myself.
i know its all about time management. But how? the way we work is, work late, worn out, sleep late (after we completed the maximum amount of work we can do for the day), rise early to continue and that's a routine. i really dont mind a routine but at least it must be what i like and it inspired. unfortunately, not for current.
alright, shall stay positive, hold the faith, for better days to come. :)
15 days of cny celebrations is coming to an end. this Love-Spring season was prolly a good one. meet-up with old friends, meeting relatives that you only see once-a-year, delicious goodies, sumptious dinners. (its all about eating for the chinese, i realised, and i mean eating good.) :) :)
who says, valentine's day cant be family/friendship day! and i had great timeeee..:)
.....of work, work, work,
i'm completely drained out...
i know this is NO good going long term. but i do not have any resolution for now.
and of work, i have no time for other commitments. i wish i'd have more time for myself.
i know its all about time management. But how? the way we work is, work late, worn out, sleep late (after we completed the maximum amount of work we can do for the day), rise early to continue and that's a routine. i really dont mind a routine but at least it must be what i like and it inspired. unfortunately, not for current.
alright, shall stay positive, hold the faith, for better days to come. :)
15 days of cny celebrations is coming to an end. this Love-Spring season was prolly a good one. meet-up with old friends, meeting relatives that you only see once-a-year, delicious goodies, sumptious dinners. (its all about eating for the chinese, i realised, and i mean eating good.) :) :)
who says, valentine's day cant be family/friendship day! and i had great timeeee..:)
Saturday, February 6, 2010
the word that speaks for you
How we often articulate what’s on our mind using a selected structure of words tells us much about ourselves and our personalities.
It is how an author expresses his or her thoughts that reveals their character.
When people try to present themselves a certain way, they tend to select what they think are appropriate nouns and verbs but are unlikely to control their use of articles and pronouns.
These small words create the style of a text, which is less subject to conscious manipulation.
But really, low-level words can give clues to large scale behaviors right?
Scary thoughts about what i just read.
Happy weekend people! :)
It is how an author expresses his or her thoughts that reveals their character.
When people try to present themselves a certain way, they tend to select what they think are appropriate nouns and verbs but are unlikely to control their use of articles and pronouns.
These small words create the style of a text, which is less subject to conscious manipulation.
But really, low-level words can give clues to large scale behaviors right?
Scary thoughts about what i just read.
Happy weekend people! :)
Monday, January 18, 2010
ventured into 2010
What happened since 2010..
Though I’m into the next decades, I’m venturing into the “mid-twenties” phase of my life,
yet I don’t feel much a different. Maybe it is too early to say this.
Well, nothing much since 2010, at least for now to say, I’m still living the usual, work, home, chill, dinner and catching up with friends.
12th Jan which has just passed, I remember this day, my daddy’s birthday.
Ever since we parted, from my teenage years till now when I’ve grown to be a working-adult, I’ve live my life independently!
Despite the distance, we are bonded, he’s still the man that I would call “father”.
It is a beautiful, impossible dream that every girl who ever loved her father can hear it with dry eyes.
The terms on which we forge bonds with our fathers are terms that we know must change.
Our fathers know that we will grow up and fall in love with other men.
We know that our fathers will grow old and die or somehow the status changes due to certain circumstances. We love them, and I’m sure they love us back, with an intensity that can only be strengthened by the knowledge and fear of transience.
We know that we will hurt each other, and can only hope that forgiveness will come easily and never too late.
Sometimes, we can feel our fathers slipping away even as we hug them;
maybe they felt something similar when we were small.
But sometimes, if we’re lucky enough still to be hugging our fathers in our adulthood, feeling exactly the same as it did when we were kids. At that moment we can dream that it really will be the same forever: that somewhere there is a magic fairytale room where we will always live with our beloved fathers, and play, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.
Well, dream is still a dream…
Though I’m into the next decades, I’m venturing into the “mid-twenties” phase of my life,
yet I don’t feel much a different. Maybe it is too early to say this.
Well, nothing much since 2010, at least for now to say, I’m still living the usual, work, home, chill, dinner and catching up with friends.
12th Jan which has just passed, I remember this day, my daddy’s birthday.
Ever since we parted, from my teenage years till now when I’ve grown to be a working-adult, I’ve live my life independently!
Despite the distance, we are bonded, he’s still the man that I would call “father”.
It is a beautiful, impossible dream that every girl who ever loved her father can hear it with dry eyes.
The terms on which we forge bonds with our fathers are terms that we know must change.
Our fathers know that we will grow up and fall in love with other men.
We know that our fathers will grow old and die or somehow the status changes due to certain circumstances. We love them, and I’m sure they love us back, with an intensity that can only be strengthened by the knowledge and fear of transience.
We know that we will hurt each other, and can only hope that forgiveness will come easily and never too late.
Sometimes, we can feel our fathers slipping away even as we hug them;
maybe they felt something similar when we were small.
But sometimes, if we’re lucky enough still to be hugging our fathers in our adulthood, feeling exactly the same as it did when we were kids. At that moment we can dream that it really will be the same forever: that somewhere there is a magic fairytale room where we will always live with our beloved fathers, and play, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.
Well, dream is still a dream…
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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