“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.”
– Bob Marley
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Twenty-one
Yes, finally twenty-one.
This humble little celebration with my family and close friends made me realised how blessed I am. From the sacrifices my family and Chester painstakingly made, to the hosting of guests and such. I am really thankful for a loving family who is more than willing to take the trouble to help me around, even right to the most intricate details.
And to my friends too. So glad we have come thus far. Watching each other growing up is definitely a joy. As we move into different phases of our lives, I really hope this bunch of friends would stay by me.
Enough said! Pictures speak a thousand words.
I really enjoyed myself and it was heartwarming to see everyone I love, gathering together to celebrate this special day with me :)
My jaw dropped when I saw the huge bouquet of flowers. I was speechless for a while and was in shock, really. 21 roses for me :)
This humble little celebration with my family and close friends made me realised how blessed I am. From the sacrifices my family and Chester painstakingly made, to the hosting of guests and such. I am really thankful for a loving family who is more than willing to take the trouble to help me around, even right to the most intricate details.
And to my friends too. So glad we have come thus far. Watching each other growing up is definitely a joy. As we move into different phases of our lives, I really hope this bunch of friends would stay by me.
Enough said! Pictures speak a thousand words.
I really enjoyed myself and it was heartwarming to see everyone I love, gathering together to celebrate this special day with me :)
My jaw dropped when I saw the huge bouquet of flowers. I was speechless for a while and was in shock, really. 21 roses for me :)
Regent Hotel's service is soooo good
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Nostalgia
I'm only a day shy of turning twenty-one. I can't help but to feel nostalgic and to reminisce about my past. Yes, even at half past two in the morning.
I used to say "I can't wait to grow up" every other day when I was younger and naïve. Wanted to grow up, find a job, earn my own money so I'll have the spending power to buy the things I love.
Now it's a different story. It doesn't sounds as easy as it is. Now it's more like "I don't want to grow up."/ "I want to be a child all over again."
Eight months is neither long nor short. That being said, it's time sit back and think what I really love to do and plan for my future already. While most people around me already know what they want to do, I'm still as clueless as a person in a maze. It's scarily true how what we love to do won't pay well and what pays well is something we wouldn't love. It's passion or $, but more $ = better future.
The pains of growing up in life. I really want to be a child all over again.
I used to say "I can't wait to grow up" every other day when I was younger and naïve. Wanted to grow up, find a job, earn my own money so I'll have the spending power to buy the things I love.
Now it's a different story. It doesn't sounds as easy as it is. Now it's more like "I don't want to grow up."/ "I want to be a child all over again."
Eight months is neither long nor short. That being said, it's time sit back and think what I really love to do and plan for my future already. While most people around me already know what they want to do, I'm still as clueless as a person in a maze. It's scarily true how what we love to do won't pay well and what pays well is something we wouldn't love. It's passion or $, but more $ = better future.
The pains of growing up in life. I really want to be a child all over again.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Uncertainties
As each day comes to an end, I feel a little more anxious. Maybe because I'm just days away, three, to be exact, from adulthood. Not that I would be left alone independently to fend for myself but rather I'm fearful of what the future holds. I'm glad I still have the people I love, and who loves me, to go through every step with me. So thankful for my family, close friends and Chester, especially my parents.
In just eight months' time, I will be busy flipping the papers, surfing recruitment sites and whatnot, anxiously waiting for calls to be interviewed, shortlisted, so on and so forth. I can't imagine myself working for the next four and and half decades, or slightly less than half a century. I will be a few months shy of turning twenty-two when I start working. I can't imagine myself being tied down by so many commitments and loans, and being stuck in a rat-race for god knows when. I am so protected, physically mentally and financially, from this world of adulthood. The thought of being one scares me.
Long term worries aside. It's also quite a killjoy to have school reopening the next day after I turn twenty-one. Long traveling time, packed buses and trains, peak hours, assignments and projects, long draggy lectures, sleepless nights, burning plenty of weekends studying for exams - I hope I can bear with all these for my last eight months in school. Sounds like a short period but nobody actually knows how it feels unless you're in this cycle every single day.
Meanwhile, I hope I'll get to enjoy myself for the next few days and I can't wait to see the ones I hold dear gathering together to celebrate my big day. Till then!
In just eight months' time, I will be busy flipping the papers, surfing recruitment sites and whatnot, anxiously waiting for calls to be interviewed, shortlisted, so on and so forth. I can't imagine myself working for the next four and and half decades, or slightly less than half a century. I will be a few months shy of turning twenty-two when I start working. I can't imagine myself being tied down by so many commitments and loans, and being stuck in a rat-race for god knows when. I am so protected, physically mentally and financially, from this world of adulthood. The thought of being one scares me.
Long term worries aside. It's also quite a killjoy to have school reopening the next day after I turn twenty-one. Long traveling time, packed buses and trains, peak hours, assignments and projects, long draggy lectures, sleepless nights, burning plenty of weekends studying for exams - I hope I can bear with all these for my last eight months in school. Sounds like a short period but nobody actually knows how it feels unless you're in this cycle every single day.
Meanwhile, I hope I'll get to enjoy myself for the next few days and I can't wait to see the ones I hold dear gathering together to celebrate my big day. Till then!
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