All good things come to an end

Exams are over and the term has slowly come to an end. There are essays left to research and write and I find myself at a loss again. No longer would I be looking forward to classes where I was certain to see my classmates, or to hang out at Chilango's after class for cheer-inducing Mexican music and burritos. Time really flies by too quickly and I find myself missing London even when I am physically here.

Last night we bade farewell to Juline. We skipped the Law Ball and found ourselves a quiet corner at Gordon's. We drank and chatted until the sky turned dark and we were shooed away. After I said goodbye to Henry and Juline at the Embankment Station and walked towards the Harry Potter Bridge, I found myself wishing that I had documented this moment with a picture, so that perhaps I could remember this in years to come. Yet a picture seemed artificial, even superficial and here I am writing this down in a somewhat public blog hoping to remember this sometime later.

I really should get down to that essay. This has been the best year of my life.

Renewal

It's been a while since I touched this blog. Being overseas for some time once again gives me the opportunity to revive it.

There are many opportunities in the UK and a part of me wants to dive into this sea of opportunities, to do as much as I possibly can within the short span of one year.

The other part of me wants to reflect, to take time off to find myself once again, to take time to unwind for there's always a time to work.

I remember Ecclesiastes 3: a time for everything, a season for every activity under the sun.

Perhaps this is the season for rest and learning, a renewal of the mind.

Walls between us

I observed yet again, how pain draws people together. When we parade our strengths we build walls. We incite competition. When we acknowledge our common woundedness, we find ourselves disarmed. Connected. Members of the same tribe!

- Tan Soo-Inn in Making Sense

Sundays

Thank God for church, for lunch with friends and dinner with family.

I'm extremely grateful for the time of rest and prayer. 2 months more to the anticipated event.

White fluff in the air

I chose this blog address two springs back. When the plants came back to life and the snow melted. Where there was vibrant pink blossoms and fresh green all over Beijing.

I remember feeling the uncertainty and the frustration of learning to adapt in a foreign land. And when I finally learnt to be part of that life, it was time to leave. Gladly so, and I thought to myself that I didn't want to come back in a long while.

Someone spoke to me about going to China, on an official trip. He spoke of the grandeur and the hospitality which was promised. My memories of China were of people, humble people living day-to-day lives, yet striving towards a purpose that was honourable and at the same time, all too demanding. It demanded their lives, their souls and their all.

My memories were also of 2rmb 1 hour ricketty bus rides to school, of being alone and self-sufficient. And the pretty white fluff in the air.

Cutest

My fiance hints that I write something lovey dovey about him and the wedding on this blog.

Well it's 2 am and I'm still trying to get the train ticket booking system to work while watching Rumpole of the Old Bailey on Youtube. I supposed that's rather lovey dovey.

This I say to you, although you're pink-eyed now,to me you're still the greenest. :)

Putting things in perspective

Life really is fragile.