Monthly Archives: June 2014

typing this out with the intention of remembering the conversations I’ve had over the past one week. conversations that leave me feeling very blessed to have met certain people in my life and conversations that have left me to ponder and question why things are the way things are.

the first conversation started off with the idle scrolling of my Facebook and then looking at the viral post of how a woman still chose to marry the man she loves even after he got into a car accident. this followed with the honest opinion of how ‘i’m not sure if i’ll be able to do that’ from my friend – and isn’t it so true – how viral videos such as this turn viral due to very touching nature of it and how people get awe-inspired by the sheer selflessness another human being can show. and it leads to think of why is it that such selflessness is so inspiring – isn’t it because such selflessness is rare and that ‘unconditional love’ is romanticized and a phrase easily thrown about but in actuality there is hardly a thing really such as unconditional love. so when we meet with such occurrences it jolts you (the viewer) to reflect and ponder and for a moment be inspired at how selfless someone else can be. but the thing is that viral videos are called viral videos for a reason. they spread like wildfire and flicker dimly within a matter of weeks. then the hype and inspiration is lost. we go about our everyday lives, living, being selfish, concerned with our well-being, the world is limited only because we let it be and then another video takes us by the fist. and the cycle repeats but generally,
nothing really ever changes.

then the first conversation went on to become a mutual sharing of fatal car accidents involving motorcyclists. which turned into both of us agreeing that car accidents are the worst kinds of accidents and also the worst way to die because of the grief that follows. then you stated how you thought that now was an okay age to die (not that you have a death wish) because you were still single and you haven’t started a family on your own. and then i found myself tearing because in my head i ran through the years and i thought of life without you. and then we took turns to cry. on a bus. with the construction workers taking turns to secretly turn their heads and stare at the two young adults taking turns to tear and then laugh about it, on a public transport no less. that was the night after many nights of not meeting and talking and leap frogging from topics to topics. that was the night – even if we had said many times before – that seals our friendship. you’ll be the person at all my major life events and i plan to be at every big and even minuscule events of yours.

the second conversation panned out in an unusual way with a person that i haven’t spoken properly to in years. i remember waking up and falling back to sleep and repeating this two steps more than four times before i finally decided to get out of bed, and then we started talking out exchange and i told you of how excited the idea of exchange is and how i really hope that i would be able to live that experience for myself. then somehow we moved onto university and God, and we shared our same perspectives of how when we grow older, we tend to make less friends. and by friends, we meant close friends. we wondered aloud and thought of how strange and yet how it all made sense: people gravitate towards those that they can click with, familiarity in personalities that you are familiar to and as such you shut yourself off – thinking and knowing what kind of friendships you want – and it is something that i knew (and am guilty of doing sometimes) but having a conversation about that just made it more apparent; of how judgemental i am as well and how very sad the whole thing is. i think that’s the beautiful thing about the innocence of children isn’t it.

the third conversation began after a few hours of measuring cups, sifting flour, weighing butter and waiting for batter to cool. tired shoulders and a comfortable couch. i don’t even remember how it started but i know the main parts: you shared with me your experience of God, church and cell because i asked. i shared with you how i was always intrigued at how you proudly proclaimed your faith and your blessings and as such that led me to always wonder exactly why and how did such faith come about. i don’t know how long we spoke. an hour and a half – which was more than enough time for the batter to cool – and it must have been one of the conversations that i have ever had so full of sincerity and just those kinds of conversations that makes you feel so at peace at how things are. after i left i remember texting you a long text of how grateful, thankful (and all the other synonyms) and blessed i was to have this friendship and how glad i was to have maintained it throughout these 4 years.


i started typing this post a month ago and finally got down to completing it. when i first started i remember how i wanted to document all my thoughts because i was just feeling so extremely thankful – and also because i didn’t want to forget these conversations – and again i feel like i am reliving these conversations by finally finishing up this post.

word count right now is 967 sometimes i really like the idea of being a writer


for my best friend’s 21st we had an impromptu movie after stuffing our mouths silly with truffle fries, our huge main courses and a really good sticky date pudding (thanks lyndi for the intro) decided to catch maleficent and the whole time i was enthralled by the backstory behind one of my favorite disney cartoon villians (char says that she doesn’t know what’s wrong with me because since she knew me when i was 13 i had always liked the villians in shows or movies) (but hey i love disney princesses too) sorry i keep digressing – we watched maleficent and i fell in love with the whole concept of the movie even though the beginning was a tad predictable – also having a background knowledge helped and made the whole movie so exciting

anyway what i mean to say is i have officially put maleficent in my favorite movies list which right now only consists of the whole dark knight film series, LOTR, matrix, troy, wreck it ralph!! i think the very fact that i am typing out a whole post dedicated to a movie shows my level of enthusiasm hahaha basically my favorite movies list means that i can rewatch these movies over again (and i’m not the kind that likes rewatching movies)

actually now that i remember exactly why i started this post was because i keep rewatching trailers on youtube since i want to rewatch the movie and i found this

and the comments are just so ridiculously funny

……either that or i have an equally ridiculous sense of humour

i am having my $3.50 cai fan lunch while typing this, feel the need to write this even though i’m not done with my food because i’m afraid i might forget this: i remember crying until my eyes were sore and swollen on Friday morning till night, thinking that i had a perfect week until i finally ruined the good streak with dismal results for the second semester. then i had to go for trial camp at 0645hrs at sentosa and i had to force myself to leave my personal issues aside because someone close to me taught me in 2007 the importance of keeping my lives separate and it’s an advice that i continue to follow since then. through the camp i saw many things and learnt a lot: how competitiveness has its tremendously ugly side if it’s overdone, times of inefficiency, as well as times of efficiency, how friendships can be formed just by a simple ‘what’s your name?’ and remembering the other person’s name but most importantly i found out how truly blessed i was to have been placed in vega when i was a clueless freshman entering into university. i was never the best when it came to attendance and i only really talked properly to a few people. this trial camp i was able to forge deeper relationships particularly with the proggies; i remember how the shuttle bus was quiet but we all just kept talking and finding out more about each other. it was never tiring and it was very comfortable – unlike some of the vibes that other groups gave. i am extremely thankful to be placed inside vega, i think i always felt this way but i never really knew it until trial camp. i think now of why it took me a year to finally realize this and i realize that it was because i didn’t really make an effort on my part too to maintain relationships beyond the surface closeness. and that’s exactly why i am so thankful for this opportunity of being a programmer. really thankful to have kaikai, BBA and TK for the past few days. (can’t wait to have weiyun back with us for the next two camps) throughout the camp i remember questions along the lines of ‘do you regret signing up to be a proggie?’ and my answer has still been (and i think will continue to be) a firm ‘no’. i think my council experience has helped a lot with this and in contrast to my council experience whereby i didn’t know what i was getting myself into, i went into the responsibility of being a programmer with full expectation and knowledge of what’s to come – and still i am not disenchanted or regretful, in fact i think i’m just even more thankful for this experience because just from the trial camp alone i feel like I have learnt a lot about how to deal with situations better etc, learning more about myself etc etc and it is true that being a programmer isn’t as glamorous as being a GL but since i have been a GL before i thought and i still believe that being a programmer would develop me more as a person, and i was right. also i have never been severely introverted (even though my personality test says that I’m a INFP much to many of my close friend’s surprise) and yet i have never been fully at ease at being overly loud or in overly loud situations. there were times where i did feel that i was being a little too proactive and too ‘onz’ for a proggie but i know that it is just my nature and principle to be this way; i am never contented with just a sub-par effort. i always feel that regardless of whether the role i am in is easy or difficult, i still feel that since i am already being tasked to do something, i should always give my best and get the job done properly.

today when i woke up it was the first time my phone was buzzing with many conversations – I am making myself sound like a loser with no friends – woke up to reading m’s text about the tree top walk and really appreciated how he remembered what I mentioned briefly, talked a lot to sherrie in the morning and again was reminded of how God has blessed me with this friendship, talked to BBA and kaikai, tswift chat, trust chat and suddenly all my feelings of lost hope and uncertainty are really gone. I see how I have been so blessed by the relationships and friendships in my life. (also on a vague and side note, last night i personally resolved to show more love to a particular person instead of resigning myself to giving up)

the funniest thing today is i was scrolling through my facebook newsfeed and i chanced upon a political conversation and read through over 80 messages of endless rebuttals and then i finally understood why i was never meant to do law. I still hold a law degree in high regards because I still strongly believe that the rigor and training required is highly essential and will be highly useful in many everyday situations. I think what really fascinates me is the ability to think critically and it is an ability I want to develop in myself. but when i was reading through the endless rebuttals (that felt like two petulant children bickering at certain instances) , i was reminded of how i hate conflicts and arguments. I’m not saying that law students are always argumentative – it’s just that maybe if i were to be in that environment i might lose myself more often since doing law doesn’t seem to be in line with my character or beliefs.

i think of how my eyes were swollen and i remember talking to my best friend that night and telling her how i always felt 2011 was one of my darkest moments but now i think that Friday has surpassed that. i concluded that the heartache and heartbreak i felt is nowhere near the devastation caused when a person stops believing in his or herself. i remember questioning my very own being, questioning my relationship and feeling an absolute lack of self-love or self-pride. but now i think of how in just three days i am assured and i am reminded yet again of how God has a plan for me. i was never meant to do law and i was meant to go NTU. i always think of how i put in the least effort to enter NTU – settling my first choice and submitting it 5 minutes before the deadline and thinking ‘it’ll be a joke if i got into this course’ considering how i put in such a shoddy effort. and yet in the end that was where i found myself, i cannot even begin on how many times i questioned if i was in the right course because it was the very first time i questioned my abilities time and time again. but it is only through this course that i am able to see how i was never inclined towards finances even though for years i always believed i was a finance person since i have always enjoyed maths. i may not be the happiest with my grades – but i think now that i wouldn’t have it any other way. i remember m and i were walking back from hall one day and as always we were sharing our experiences and we both realized how somebody successful always has a tough experience when they were younger and usually it was due to this experience that shaped them to become a resilient person. and now i am reminded of this: of how if i had taken an easy way out and done something else, i would not have discovered more things about myself – for example how i am really not meant to do finances – and although i really do feel disenchanted (re. dismal results) i think if it weren’t for this, i won’t be the person i am now either. i would be having an easy time and i wouldn’t be learning as much about myself as i am now. (I think i repeated myself there) i remember clearly how i was so close to giving up on friday but now that i am past being over emotional i feel this sense of clarity. i won’t deny that in the situation if i get dismal grades next year again i will be completely at ease and remain as positive as i am now in this blogpost: and this is precisely why i still have half of my $3.50 cai fan left and why i wanted to type this out. i want to read this post again every time i feel dejected because i know now of the plans in store for me and how every single friendship i have made, experiences and opportunities given have carried me to this stage. i feel rejuvenated, lucid and ready to keep fighting.