Sunday, August 30, 2009  11:01 PM
Painting pictures at work
This was the conclusive GG packing list for a happy work life:
- Hand Cream remains top of the list, the brand and smell extremely important for soft, moisturised hands all day long. Also good for lending out to colleagues
- Trinkets from home, be it paperweights, photographs, frames, mugs or coasters, it all adds that little touch which will make working more pleasant
- Sweater or jacket thrown loosely around the chair at work
- Extra pair of heels and formal wear for the sudden event
- Flipflops for blistered days
- MSN personal message will reflect: at work!
- Healthy snacks for the motivational bite
- Neat stationery
- Colourful post-it notes
- Random visits to each other's workplaces
- Soft lighting, i wonder if i can bring my own lamp in
This list will probably get longer as time goes by. Tonight though, it was fun talking about the new adventure we're all embarking on together and knowing that our hearts were connected and comforted picturing the scenes above and knowing we wouldn't be alone in this. We're at different parts of the country though - north, central, west and even offshore islands - but we'll come together ever so often and strike up that moment we had tonight again and again, and somehow that'll be enough to bring us through.
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Saturday, August 22, 2009 2:27 AM
Best in Me
In my life, I envisioned alot of things to happen. I would go through school all the way to university, I would date along the way, I would have social circles from the various paths my life took and I would get married. Most of those things happened, and some are still in the weaving process.
I never thought I'd have a soulmate. I didn't believe in such lofty ideals, neither did I dare to dream that there was someone out there in this world that would understand me the way I understood myself. To me, life was interesting without soulmates, because it meant no one would really know me and I would be unique, and for a period of time in my life I was content with keeping that tiny bit of me to myself.
But the years told me that you are someone very special. There is no one else in this world that knows me like you do, and no one else that I will ever share this bond with. I may have missed out on certain things in life, but I would never trade that for this friendship with you. Tonight, more than ever, reaffirmed that you will, and forever will be, my best friend for life.
We call it friday nights doing anything and whatever. We never have a concrete plan nor know how the night will turn out, but for sure, the depression I might have been facing that week instantly dissipates the minute we embark out. We've done indoor stadium, the kallang bridge, our pools, east coast park and each time we take the experience to a new level. We are totally different on the surface, from looks to passions to our careers and interests, but beneath it all, we have concluded that we are really the same and all we want out of life are the simplest things. We're both happiest sitting at a random staircase or a bench in the middle of nowhere, without anything at all to adorn the occasion, just talking.
Tonight we parked at raffles place and walked the whole boat quay stretch down to supreme court where we lay on the steps with our feet to the sky. We must have laid there for hours, because the steady drone of the passing cars turned slowly to the calm, night silence. And when we were finally contentedly happy, we grabbed a random pizza at timbre, making the 4th, 5th and 6th song "our songs" and landed ourselves in late night drama where the carpark where we left the car was shut. It's not the first time we've been locked in somewhere and gotten scolded for it and so it was with slight fear and contriteness that we apologised to get ourselves out of the mess. Of course, we laughed it off after that and sang our hearts out in the car on the way home.
This life never fails to take me by surprise.
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009 1:19 AM
CS 501: the afterthoughts
      had my first complete family photo in more than 15 years. It was more an event for the parents, and I knew that the both of them were tearing (or at least my father was) during the valedictorian speech where the entire graduating batch stood up, turned around, scanned the crowd for their parents and gave them a resounding round of applause. Graduating from university is seemingly not such a big deal for us really, it felt more like a ritual or a rite, but my parents were so proud, I knew I wouldn't have traded anything else in the world for that moment. And for the most part of the ceremony, I was bored to tears until it was time for our batch to go onstage. I was texting people barely ten metres away, cajoling the people around me (whom I've never actually talked to in my four years in cs) to take group pictures, laughing at the funny names in the graduation name book but really getting a huge headache from the mortarboard until those two seconds of fame. I miss school though. I can't believe four years has flown by like that, from the sleepless nights in the mac lab in year one editing videos and websites to Hong Kong in year two to interning at a fashion magazine in year three to the insane lastminute dash of fyp in the final year. I miss writing and different kinds of journalism and even Hedwig's classes where we would all grip our seats in fear of being called. The late nights at the cs benches, hall canteens, libraries, airports, rooftops and the chron room. Duffy making me cry, but is now my favourite professor of all time. The first day of every new academic year where the core lecture is fashion and gossip parade -"what is she wearing?", "oh my gosh, did she lose weight?", "they're attached?" - as we came in early, grabbed our seats together and eagle-eyed the room. Hating the redudancy of some courses, never understood why we needed to know about wilbur schramm and charles darwin, and never getting nietzsche's theories. Loving the fact that I got to pretend to write for harper's bazaar for magazine class, and sub-editing for the chronicle at 4am in the morning with macdonalds in tow was a graded job. I'd have done those for free. And the friends - some loved us and some hated us for taking that trip to KL in the first year in the first semester after barely knowing each other two months. Final year wasn't the same as year one, we were just more jaded and tired but most of us still stuck and for sure, we all grew up. University life was never a dull moment, and I've changed tremendously from the 19-year-old that I was when I first entered. But I would not have changed a single aspect of the experience (except for installing more food machines in cs, or maybe a little cafe, or being nearer canteen a instead of b) because these will all go down as memories I'll want to remember in fifty years. Goodbye school and skipping classes on rainy days. Hello life, and limited annual leave.
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