of goodbyes...

she...

my class monitor of 2 Jaya

the only one whom i've said yes to a sleepover

my shopping, movie, mamak kaki

the one whom so many cikgus have mistaken for as me?!!

the girl who deserves to be loved by a fine young man <3

the one whom i will really miss....

i want you to know that you have been such a blessing,

i have learnt so much from your life,

i am so glad that we are friends,

i wish you the very best in everything you do,

you will always have a special place in my heart ;)

Eat as much as you'd like.
My philosophy has always been that all women desire to be as fat as myself but just have a great fear of doing so.
Because they think they won't get any men, but you will.
You'll get more men, and better men.
-Roseanne Barr-










yummy food
great friends

i hearts..

of balmy nights & sticky mornings

This is home truly, where I know I must be

Where my dreams wait for me, where that river always flows

This is home surely, as my senses tell me

This is where I won't be alone, for this is where I know it's home. a portion of a singaporean song but t aptly describes the feeling of being home. the feeling of being welcomed & also the familiar faces faces that tells u they love u no matter what faces that welcome you faces that represents home. sights and smells that are oh-so-familiar. the mamak man who knows you want neslo ice and the mak cik who gives u an extra goreng pisang while saying "sayang lama tak datang" the aunty who serves u the kuey teow, hurriedly. as she has so many other waiting customers. family members and friends whom u missed people u have not seen for so long but ultimately, when u meet, it all falls into the same rhythm of familarity & love. for this is home.. truly

you...

to you, a Blessed Birthday from me.

you know i don't usually do this, right?

but you know what, it's time to change!

for...

all the good and not forgetting the not so good times,

all those i think he's cute, i think she's hawt exchanges,

all those mamak sessions + movies + long chats on the phone...

and not forgetting all the crazy lil things we do ;)

have a memorable 20th birthday, dear

nerd?

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books.

I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.'

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
He looked up and I saw t his terrible sadness in his eyes

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasse s, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives. He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!' There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.

He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile o f books everyday! 'He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.. When we were seniors we began to think about college.

Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

Boy, sometimes I was jealous! Today was one of t hose days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 'Thanks,' he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.'

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.

For better or for worse,
God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.

Dear Grace,

it's been quite some time since we really chatted. well, i had a very good week. i hope yours was great too. i went for a birthday party on Tuesday. some of the pictures are below. on Thursday, my bro and sis had their Awards Night. my brother was awarded the "Christian Service" award.

and my little baby sister, the "Role Model Of The Year" award. quite impressive, huh?

anyways, starting from next week, it'll be real busy-hectic-real-med-school-life.

and guess what, Christmas' round the corner!!!
ooops and not forgetting my Sumatives too.

that's all from me for now.

~xoxo~

love happens...

Adrienne Willis: I made that to keep special things safe.
Dr. Paul Flanner: What keeps you safe?

Nights in Rodanthe

it's a gorgeous, slow-paced movie that made u think about it more and more even after the credits roll.
it's a movie that showed u love, the kind of love that's not bounded by age and is possible at any time-and often comes when we least expect it!
the kind of love that every gal dreams of, but often settle for less,
more importantly the kind of love that catches u by surprise and leave u wanting, wishing, longing for more.

sometimes, that's all you get. a fleeting and doomed love story, but an epic one nonetheless.

Nights in Rodanthe definitely showed that love.

the storyline's simple,
an encounter between a 40-something housewive who's husband left her for a younger woman & a a surgeon and an obsessive workaholic who's life fell apart when his patient died on the table.
an encounter, a fling that sparked during what was depicted as a hurricane in one of the most humble-but-charmingly-breath-taking inns by the beach.
it was no ordinary encounter, it was one that changed both of them.
an encounter that resonates through both their lives forever, intertwining both past and future, dreams and loses, ultimately, an encounter that shows both of them... love.



the question is,
what keeps U safe?

Passage thru India

Dear Lord, thank you for good friends and very very good food =)

Happy Birthday Perry! & Martin!

all about You.

feelings of unworthiness, of inadequacy, of inexperience...

lesson learnt is that when into Your hands i commit again, with all i am, for you Lord...all will be well.

He deserves nothing less than the best.

Willing vessels must we be. Soft and pliable in the Potter's hands.

because at the end of the day...it's all about You.

play the game

with shaking hands and a look of terror , Junuh begins:

Junuh: i can't do this. you don't understand.

Bagger: i don't need to understand. ain't no soul on this entire earth ain't got a burden to carry he didn't understand. you ain't alone in that. but you been carrying this one long enough. time to go on an' lay it down.

Junuh: i don't know how.

Bagger: you've got a choice. you can either stop or you can start.

Junuh: start?

Bagger: walkin'. right back to where you always been and then stand there. still...real still.. and remember.

Junuh: it was long ago.

Bagger: No sir. it was just a moment ago. time for you to come on out of the shadow, Mr Junuh. time for you to choose.

Junuh: i can't.

Bagger: yes, you can. but you ain't alone. i'm right here wich ya. i've been here all along. play the game. the one that only you was meant to play. the one that was given to you when you came into this world.

(Junuh takes his stance and places his hands on the club)

Bagger: ready? take your stance. strike the ball, Junuh, and don't hold nothin' back. give it everything. let yourself remember... remember your swing. that's right. settle yourself. Now is the time, Junuh.



i'm no golfer, but watching this movie made me imagine standing right next to Junuh, his palms sweaty, heartbeat racing and remembering the past failures.. past mistakes...past wrongs.. past battles and his men.

as you hear a whisper in your ear, saying "this is what's planned for you. now is the time.. take your stance."
don't hold back.
don't let memories and the past hold you captive.
come out of the shadows.
& discover all life has to offer and so much more.

r u ready to take your stance?

me?!

as much as i love Fridays...i get butterflies in my stomach whenever i think of what awaits me tomorrow and the day after. Why me?! Why?!

to you, thanks for the papers. i will try reading them maybe tomorrow ;)

into your hands i commit again with all i am, for you Lord.