Drained

Mentally. Realised I would probably be running on locomotive till 6 May then Europe here I come!!!

It's my last semester in NUS, and it all feels a bit surreal. I remember Year 1 Sem 1 when Caleb counted that I had 7 more rounds of examinations to go. Oh wow.

At least I'm delighted to say that I've enjoyed every bit of my university life. For the most parts at least, I'm not one who remembers the icky bits very well. So it's been good. It would be better if I could survive this round of exams too, I guess.

On an irrelevant note, I have now five baby hamsters. It's been a week since they were naked and pink, now they are a bit furry and endearingly squeaky. Mummy hamster has been rather edgy having to feed her babies and is constantly suspicious of us humans. I'm naming them Pennylucks, Baileys, Muffin, Finch and the last name sorta slipped my mind when I thought of it at first, I was tipsy after two glasses of Firefinch then. I suppose it would come back soon, or I'll just think of another name.

Last night

Last night we stayed up over wine and conversation. Four bowls of maggie mee topped with scrambled eggs and chilli tuna.

Before we know it, the birds twitter outside and morning light creeps into the darkness. Time as fleeting as it always has been.

Such are wonders of what is the remaining of our student lives...

...except that I feel uncomfortable the following day, with remnants of wine churning in my stomach.

All I once held dear

Today was my interview which I think didn't go too well, but I can only submit all my hopes and dreams into God's hands without too much disappointments knowing that I've tried to open a door. A door that perhaps God wanted it to be shut for my own good.

As we talk about futures...all the possibilities and what ifs. I would say that I've been worked hard throughout my four years for this, for a little ideal I had at the back of my head, that little excitement and anticipation that kept me going. I guess, at least I've tried.

Your arms wrapped around me as you said a short prayer for me, thanking our Father for this opportunity, my interest in law, for my willingness to surrender my dreams in knowing that there are great plans for me, whatever they may be.

And I feel safe, and secure. Knowing that I am in good hands.

All I once held dear, built my life upon
All this world reveres, and wars to own
All I once thought gain I have counted loss
Spent and worthless now, compared to this

Knowing you, Jesus
Knowing you, there is no greater thing
You're my all, you're the best
You're my joy, my righteousness
And I love you, Lord

Disappointed

Sleeping is always more important to you.

Psalm 139

13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.

14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.

15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,

16 your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.

All I can think about during a Biomed Law lecture. It really is quite amazing.

Time flies

Been backing up my stuff on the new Mac and finding lovely 3 year old pictures like these.

So then I blurted out, "You know, I enjoy growing old with you."


And you, true to your roots, replied, "The best is yet to be."

Did I not imagine this

Did I not imagine this? Sitting in a cafe, reminiscing the past, the ice-cream sticked boat and that flying blackboard duster. Age has caught up with us, but not fast enough. There's still future to look forward to.

How comfortable and beautiful it is that old friendship exists in the subconscious mind, in the unspoken words, in the memory.

Only to be rekindled 12 years later, in a cafe on a cool drizzling noon.

Again I say rejoice...always, always, always.

Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!