Fair share of nonsense.

Words have no meaning, you put meaning into them.

I guess consent was all that I need rather than some sarcastic remarks or perhaps the way you put it, "Advice."

Perhaps I am a bit lost as to what I really want as well.

But the talk was really a timely reminder of who and what I am, and what I expect of myself.

I have had my fair share of fun and it's now time to be back to the values that mould me.

And when I read this, somehow I have a feeling I was the culprit of all these but at the same time I believe the person who typed this is unqualified to say something like this:

since time immemorial i've always detested those pple who were full of themselves, always cutting into other pple sentences as if it din matter, who felt their point of view triumphed over others.

those people who appeared to be nice to certain chosen people and indifferent or nasty to most others. and whom which it was useless arguing with cos they would only pretend to be hearing and understanding your point of view.

Cause he is simply describing himself.!

Sometimes I hate myself for being so evil and mean.

Courses and Work

Full-time Teacher, Part-time Owl.

I guess I have pretty much gotten used to waking up early in the morning and surprises await me every morning when I walk to the kitchen window. Instead, getting myself to go to bed early proved to be a much more challenging task. I sleep at 2-3 a.m. every night due to the numerous proofreads and formatting that has to be done for the KG University report and also the resource building for the school. I was on course for the past two days which means that I can only work on the full-length answers for the case-studies questions at night. While on course, I was dozing off right in front of the speaker but I guess he was understanding enough to not reprimand me or wake me up. :(

Tonight, I really have to force myself to go to bed by 11 a.m. so as to recover the sleep lost during the past few days.

And the surprise that awaits me in the morning is .......

"I realise that even though there isn't 4 seasons in Singapore, we do experience some kind of daylight savings. As we are located slightly below the equator, our "seasons" resemble that of the Southern Hemisphere countries like Australia and New Zealand. So the day gets much longer in December. The sky gets bright by 7 a.m. and it only gets dark at 7.30 p.m. It definitely wasn't so when in June!"

I wonder if everyone actually knows about this because apparently, I wasn't aware of it although I myself am a Singaporean and have been living on this tiny red dot for the past 23 years.

Blessing in Disguise.?

2.5 years ago, I was brooding over the the indication column for an overseas education on my scholarship application form.

2.5 years later, I finally appreciate the fact that I had left that column blank, incidentally.

I was randomly chatting over lunch with a friend who's an EMS scholar. She had just returned from Australia upon finishing her honours. Like me, we all have to live out our bond.

If I had opted for an overseas scholarship (I'm not saying that I'll be able to get it for sure), I would be bonded for 6 years.

Freedom means so much to **. 6 years could be short to some while not others. It's all about perspectives.

Now that the future is painted a clearer picture more than before, a blessing in disguise is the perfect saying for it. :)

Silly Dream

Terrorized by having to wake up in the early hours.
I had the most silliest dream ever.
I dreamt that I was back in Paris to buy the Galliera PM bag in Ebene.
Was fatigue the cause
Or was I missing Paris too much?

簡單的哲理

說好話，做好事，存好心。
聽似簡單，辦卻別扭。
平凡的快樂，真誠的感動，淡淡的幸福。
今天，你擁有了嗎？

幸福的時光

一直揹在肩上的夢想 像不熄滅卻靠不近的星光
學偽裝 學爭搶 如果就該這樣 又為什麼會感傷

我只能夠抱緊妳的害怕 因為我也沒有解答
也許人的心都要被擠壓 再透過掙扎去長大

安靜的眼淚 滴在樓頂的地上 加蓋的夢能蓋在哪
黑暗暝 落雨聲 鳥仔天光猶原會唱歌
想回到那年幸福的時光 口袋裡是滿滿的希望

再難也敢去闖 只因有你在身旁 風中才不像流浪
攜帶著那段幸福的時光 平靜每個失眠的晚上

緊握一種信仰 不要翅膀要堅強 雪花融在眼裡 看見火花

每次出發最喜歡坐靠窗 想著未來看著遠方
現實和想像多麼不一樣 好奇真相要有膽量

安靜的眼淚 滴在樓頂的地上 加蓋的夢能蓋在哪
黑暗暝 落雨聲 鳥仔天光猶原會唱歌

想回到那年幸福的時光 口袋裡是滿滿的希望
再難也敢去闖 只因有你在身旁 風中才不像流浪
攜帶著那段幸福的時光 平靜每個失眠的晚上
緊握一種信仰 不要翅膀要堅強 雪花融在眼裡 看見火花

我最幸福的時光，仍然深深刻在记忆里。。。

Where's my heartbeat?

Global outlook, local heartbeat.
Now I can't feel my own heartbeat.

The last day and lesson of 2009

New year countdown was in the most unanticipated form this year nevertheless, I enjoyed it.!

Woke up to a bright and sunny 1130 a.m. on 31st December 2009. My brother convinced me to visit the Louis Vuitton store with him because he wanted to get the wallet and he needed someone that is a regular of the LV store to accompany him. Of course, I radiate some "high-class" aura too to tame the snobbish salesperson! Actually, I don't know the real reason. Lol! Alright, self-praise is no praise but having carried a LV for so many donkey years, I pass off as someone decent enough to afford this prestigious brand.

So we headed to town together with my sister first to Kaplan to settle my brother's enrolment before heading to lunch. As usual, when the 3 of us gather, lunch will never be anything shoddy. The fortunate restaurant came knocking on our wallets asking for money and we gladly paid to fill our stomachs! It was the last day of the year and we found no reason to compromise with lunch. Fortunately, the restaurant did not disappoint and after lunch, it was LV-hunting once again! It was my virgin visit to the LV-ION store. Double-storeys flagship store with the trademark doorman. I bet no one can miss it.

The decisive-gene runs in our blood man. My brother decided on the wallet within a quick 15 minutes and he was given a complimentary name-stamping service on that very day. :) So he had his initials printed on his wallet, how cool can that be man?! I guess he deserve to reward himself for plucking up courage to resolve the many problems in his life.

When it was my turn, things got more complicated because I fell in love with a bag that was unavailable in my beloved damier ebene print. Additionally, I find it irrational to buy a bag costing $2,500 cause that could buy me another air-ticket and a trip to Japan! Eventually I bought the Neverfull MM bag!

While I was waiting for the bag to be brought up from the first level, we saw this PRC hitched up with a Singaporean guy. The guy actually paid for a $2,510 LV bag for the girl! All 4 of us were damn shocked and my brother sarcastically commented that the guy's heart must be bleeding when he agreed to buy the bag.

I guess I can never resist the temptation of a LV. Linky and I often discuss about the reasons why we buy LV. Status, brand or design? You decide. I have read of many cases of girls who declare bankrupt out of their love for branded goods like LV, Gucci, Prada, etc. I have also seen reports of girls hooking up with old and filthy rich men owing to one word - materialism. I hate to see the world becoming like this but I question myself, "Ain't I a big patron of LV myself? So who am I to discourage other people to buy branded goods?"

If I were to rank the 3 reasons why I buy LV, Design comes first follow by status then lastly brand. Honestly, I only like one design and that is Damier Canvas Ebene. I am rarely fascinated by any other designer brands like Gucci and Prada because I would rather spend the money on travelling. :) Sometimes when I walk on the streets and see the numerous LV or Gucci surfacing among the crowd, I stare at the overall appearance and outfit of the person carrying it as well. To me, not everyone is qualified to have the LV bag strapped on their shoulders or nicely hanging on their lower arms. In particular, I can't stand people who carry all these designer bags to show off to their friends! People with status or class never need to show off because it is in-born, right?

Furthermore, think about this. If you scrimp and save just to buy a LV bag, then perhaps you would be better off just carrying a normal handbag and direct the money to other better purposes. Because if you have to scrimp and save to buy a designer bag, it might mean that you are not exactly that well-off to afford a designer bag and you will compromise with your attire. It sends out only one message - You're living beyond your means!

When you go to meet God some day and he gladly asks you what have you achieved in life? Declaring the number of designer bags you have do not count. :)

So I constantly remind myself the rationale behind me owning all these designer wallets and bags. That if I were to carry a LV bag, I must acquire the right status to accompany the bag and that the bag is my slave and not the opposite! When I was in Japan and Taiwan, I heard so many stories of girls, either in their teens or twenties, being "looked after" by older guys in exchange of money and branded goods. So what if you are able to afford all these designer bags eventually and you have a few grands rolling in your bank account, your status taints the reputation and the brand of the good.

But of course, I do not direct this message at anyone of any particular nationality and my opinions are just my three cents' worth.

After all the LV-hunting and a nice lunch, we proceeded to dinner with a few of my cousins before rounding off at Hendersen waves for fireworks-viewing. I love all these gatherings with my family. It may not be anything grandeur but the gathering never fails to warm my heart when I lie down on my bed at night at the end of day. Each gathering is always filled with fun, laughter, even tears! Of course, they are tears of joy! I was once again reminded of how much love these people had shown me over the years and that this stream of love will never dry up. For as much and for as long as I need it, they will always be there. :)

So the last lesson of 2009: Divert your attention away from the branded and expensive things and dreams at different moments in life because that's the only way for you to take time out to appreciate the little and unattractive things that are in fact priceless.