Summer is meant, to rest
Not to overwork yourself. And that is exactly how im seeing it for the end of summer.
Sadly, internship is proving to be rather horse-working.
You can tell by the laregly reduced streams of blogpost.
The CF website is not up
My bible quiz questions are unfinished
I have yet, to touch my torque game machine
at least im going sailing. and meeting friends.
all these obligations gotta stop man one day.
haha. but who ever knows when that day will come
Yet another mark in my life @; 7/10/2009 12:25:00 AM
without God,
Life screws up.
With God,
it will start to fall in place.
A broken vase is only as good as ammended cracks.
Yet another mark in my life @; 7/06/2009 12:44:00 PM
I am still a Christian.
Always and first. that is why
Anger must give way to love
Sadness must give way to thankfulness
Hatred must give way to forgiveness
Coldness must give way to warmth
but you step too close.
Yet another mark in my life @; 7/01/2009 11:08:00 PM
Enough.
my waters are tested.
and so i have decided.
Yet another mark in my life @; 7/01/2009 11:05:00 PM
I probably have said this everytime I am nearing leaving taiwan.
Taiwan is characterised by
Shilin night market roams,
Huge Ji-Pais,
Vampire and kung fu fighting shows,
Late nights with the PSP,
waking up disgustingly late,
once a year clothes shopping,
bargain hunting at Aimai, Carrefour, RT mart and Costco,
Cooking,
Playing with Sarah and family time
Eat until you explode sashimi and prawn buffets
huge watermelons
Almost a carefree no work to do spirit
The embodiment of summer
And love for a country where i am like a fish out of water, horribly failing to converse in chinese, and almost not understanding all the street signs
But taiwan 2009 has been blessed with the presence of friends who added to the fun of this place. Rafting, individual mountain climbing, eating. It's the people that count really.
It's my second last night in taiwan. I have been here, for 3 years running now. Everytime I come I love the country. I love the people. And it is an experience. Really, there is a part of me thats attached to this ching chong un-understandable place
Yet another mark in my life @; 6/11/2009 11:40:00 PM
"everyone, I want you to move your hands and arms like a windscreen wiper. Now, how does a windscreen wiper look like when it is cleaning the windscreen?"
Everyone started to move their arms from left to right, fingers pointing towards the sky at an angle, elbows downward, and then moving left and right, left and right.
"Very good everyone. That's exactly how a windscreen wiper moves," our teacher continued, pleased at our general knowledge of windscreen wipers. I enjoyed such classes. It was so exciting to see everyone doing the same thing correctly, albeit with lots of improvement for timing. "Hold on, someone's seems to be doing it differently," teacher. Isaac, stand up, stand up. Let me see what you are doing."
The boy named Isaac stood up, with a cheeky grin on his face. To us, Isaac was known as bushy hair. Unlike the rest of us who had straight hair falling upon our heads, Isaac's hair was, in the most apt description we could think of then, bushy. Thicker, curlier, and harder. He had small eyes, a large, blockish face, and a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear. Most of the students didn't like him, for some rason. Not that he was particularly naughty or annoying in behaviour, but more because he exuded a form of eccentricity that most people could not understand. I was indifferent towards him. In class, I was always enjoying myself playing with his hair, running my hands and scrubbing through his thick crown. I thought he was nice enough not to mind one bit at all.
"Now Isaac, show the class, what a windscreen wiper looks like as it cleans the windscreen".
Isaac started by pointing his fingers toward each other, elbows facing outwards. Instead of moving them left and right, like how the rest of us did (nor was it possible in that position to do so), he started to move his fingers outwards, pointing towards the ground in the end position. Up, down, up, down, up, down.
"That's quite an interesting to do it," teacher praised approvingly. "How creative! You know, normal wipers don't seem to wipe screens this way, but maybe in some other countries, wiper's actually do work this way! Now everyone, let's try doing it Isaac's way together"
All of us began to wipe our imaginary screens in this new fashion.
This is the first time that Bushy hair is being praised for doing something like that. Usually he gets scolded. Why would teacher like something so different?And so it started from there. My first brush in realising that sometimes, being different is not too bad at all. That even the lesser gets praised for daring to strike out on your own once in a while. That sometimes, the fish that swim along the current will only always end up, downstream.
Yet another mark in my life @; 6/09/2009 08:48:00 PM
The first week of taiwan was different, honoured with the presence of 4 (beautiful) girls from law school visiting. It's been a blast, finally having friends about my age enjoying taiwan with me. Shilin, Costco, RT Mart, Neo Prints, Rafting, memorials, night life, morning calls, bus rides, Car rides. And, it's been an interesting mix of emotions throughout the trip.
Be it the laugh-till-cry stomach pains, the quick glance to make sure you are ok, the subtle nudge, the shivering cold after hot springs, the encroaching sleepiness along the MTR, the constant lookout to make sure we are on the correct direction, the silent retreat of boredom in lieu of the rain, the songs we sang and the music we made.
Emotions are really ok. It acknowledges that we are human. Pity in Singapore expression is not as much encouraged. We cannot slurp our food to express satisfaction. We cannot raveneously gobble our food when we are hungry or when we love the food so much. Laughing out too loudly is socially unacceptable.
But thank God for friends, who do not judge. who do not judge the late waker who delays the morning programme by 1/2 hr. Who do not judge the solo musical performance at night that delays sleep by 1/2 hr. Who do not judge the rustling and packing throughout the day, the oversized tshirt, the germs on the pole, the expressionless default face, the exorcistic scream to a frog, the walking of the unbeaten yet neverending shortcut, the sloth that retreats from the rain.
For accommodation and compromise, in all sense of the word =)
Alas, you are not, so i cannot.
Maybe one day, God willing.
Yet another mark in my life @; 6/06/2009 12:33:00 PM
