Journals
Friday,Nov 24 2006, 03:39:40 PMthe old 1 and the new 1...
1 more down. 1 more... the last 1 on tues... It's known to be a killer and has the ability to kill half if not the entire globe and I've yet to start studying. Tutorials been pending since tut 2... assignment since assignmt 1. Havnt read notes... really dunno how to die... than again, I'm not goin to do anything this nite coz my brain's goin as slow as pentium 1 (maybe slower... 256 maybe??) *pulls hair*
My rmie (now ex-rmie) finished all her papers yesterday and has shifted home. shifted back for gd. sorta miss her and all the fun we had... sobz*
my new rmie to take over her for nxt sem is yee~ hee my khaki fr mae ^_^
Day 1 in hall & we've already had hell of an edventure (yeah rite an edventure when we have paper the nxt day~)
K this is what happen...
We went down to do our laundry... dump all the lubo's into the washing machine, added in the soap pressed on and start. water started to flow into the machine... we cont to the 2nd machine to dump the 2 jeans... & out of the laundryrm we went... Suddenly I ask yee if we got zip all the clothes that were in the net... then she say shld have. to be safe, we went back to chk... Open the machine... we saw nth xcept for bubbles... yee put her hand in to dig... we found the net unzip~!~!yee cont to dig the clothes out. by the time all the clothes that were supposed to be in the net was out, the machine was also full of soap.. whahahah aft puting everything, we left the laundry rm~
45 mins later.. sth came to my mind. I had a feelign that we 4got to on the machine and upon chkg, i realise that we 4got to switch it on.....
whahahhaa
so that's our 1st edventure. I wonder whats gonna be nxt~~
Wednesday,Nov 22 2006, 09:19:35 AMMy life?? Erm... Shld be No life....
Got nth to write liao... Been camping in Pulau NTU since dunno when... Cant wait for the xams to be over but after that need to rush interim report... Which I have yet to start...
Really miss those days... Missed the neighbourhood gang, missed those times we had chalet and bbq and even the times we gathered at mac just to chat... We used to talk so much then... The last time we met, everything seem so different. Nth to do nth to say. The feeling of goin to mac was like so boring...
Remember the times the mps ppl used to meet and go for supper and go ecp and not forgetting mac. O ya we also went to mt faber. It all started with the mps gathering... That was like yesterday...Now? I tink every1's just busy with their own lives... Havnt heard fr quite a few of them since dunno when... well, actually its coz i havnt really got time to join them nowadaes...
Missed the other BH gang. Have been rather quiet nowadaes when i meet them. Dunch noe what to say nowadaes. Now like got no where to go, nth to do...
Now see every1 oso dunno what to say liao. Like total alienated fr the outside world. Dunch noe whats happening out there liao. Havnt set foot on sentosa for dunch noe how long... Havnt been to orc since i cant remember when. Havnt been to see a movie since july (actually its coz its freaking X~!~!) So missed the chalets that we use to have... & those KTV sessions & pool~!~! Not 4getting those bo liao crapping sessions in the middle of the night at various parts of sg~~
WAH! I used to be so happening 1!!!!
Now... erm I havnt even set foot on Vivo(erm dunch noe spell correct not... ) & my cute box wit moving pictures at home.... Sobz*
Wednesday,Nov 22 2006, 08:52:23 AMMy life?? Erm... Shld be No life....
Nth to write. Nth's happening. Been staying in pulau ntu since i dunch noe how long.... already.
Xam's not gonna be over till tues... aft tat gotta do interim which i have yet to start... wont be free till 8th. *cries* I want to play!!!
Looking back, I really missed those days. It used to have been so exciting. Ktv, Sentosa, chalet, pool, supper crapping sessions...
Now?? NTU, bks.... NONO it's just ENGINEERING BKS!!!! I've already lost touch of the outside world. Havnt laid my foot onto orc since I cant even remember when. Not to mention sentosa and the newly opened Vivo (dunch even noe if i've spelt it right.). Havnt had a movie for mths coz its just too X!
Sobz*
Saturday,Nov 18 2006, 02:16:39 PMFrom Kursk... to an blog....
something interesting i came across while reading up for my human resource paper... It all started with finding info bt KURSK, the russia submarine which sank in 2000. Cause: detonaton of warheading, triggering explosion in half a dozen of other war heads 2 mins later. and the cause of that.... stated in the official report that its due to detonation of their own warhead... However there were a number of questionable points.... But thats not the main thing.... the thing is that it led me to this article,
"In August 2000 a Russian submarine, the Kursk, only 100 kilometers from its nations border, sank to the bottom of the sea. Engines went off and never came on again. All 18 seamen on board perished.
Later, when three bodies were finally recovered, a letter that had been written in the last moments of life was found on one man, Captain Lieutenant Dmitri Kolesnikov. He was a newlywed and the letter was to his wife, Olga. It read:
My dearest Olga,
“It's dark here to write, but I'll try by touch. It seems like there are no chances, 10%-20%. Let's hope that at least someone will read this / Regards to everybody. No need to despair. I love you. Kolesnikov."
Once, I was on a plane that had trouble with its landing gear. As we approached the runway, a terrible thumping noise began from under my seat and everyone started to look at each other with alarm. On impulse, I reached for my journal under the seat in front of me, but by the time I found my pen, I realized we were safe. Later, I wondered to whom I would’ve written a note and what I might’ve said. I had no plan – what is there to say in the end?
Mike has noticed that before we leave each other every day I am sure to say, “I love you.” This is not something that I do from habit. Saying I love you when I part with him for the day or a few hours is a conscious decision I made that stems from a few instances when I did not have the opportunity to say goodbye properly to a friend or relative. In all instances I wished that the last thing they heard from me were those three words – at least. Morbid to always be somewhat prepared for goodbye? Maybe. But how can it hurt to tell, especially when I mean it every time?
There are times when simply the words we chose are extremely important. Dying words, first impression words, words we say in crisis. My friend Candy tells me that when I go into labor and go through the birth process to bring my daughter into the world certain things might be said could be seared into my memory forever. As sleep deprived and sensitive as I have been lately, I opt to believe her. Any hint of non-support for my idea of what I need to pull off this most difficult task I will ever do sends me spiraling into a void of doubt and fear. For my own sake and the sake of my daughter I would chose to have the birth in a tent in on a secluded beach with only Mike and no one else within a 50 mile radius for several days if that is the only way I can avoid dealing with any more advice or suggestions from family and friends.
I can’t help but think that most people often know the better words to say in each situation, but simply don’t because our culture has fallen into the habit of thinking of ourselves first. For example, at a funeral it is much easier for us to say the standard “If you need anything, call me.” to the loved ones left behind, rather than actually using our intelligence to call that person in a week or so to suggest that we mow their lawn, take their dog for a walk or do some monotonous favor that the grieving person might not want to do for a while. When my loved ones have died, I have often wished that the attendees at the funeral that I didn’t know would come up to me and tell me how they knew my relative, why they were there and what they would miss about the deceased. That type of thing would remind me of the fullness of my loved one’s life, thus help me believe that their life may have in fact been complete, having touched so many others.
When I was growing up, there seemed to be a lot of fathers who did not verbalize their love, pride, or appreciation for their children. We became familiar with this line a couple of times a year, “Though I don’t say it often, you know I love you.” As a kid, I accepted this excuse because I had no choice. As an adult I’m almost outraged that so many of us were expected to live off less verbal love than what we needed –all because one or both of our parents were uncomfortable giving it to us. I hope that if my children ever have a complaint about my verbal expression it’s that I never tire of expressing my adoration and affection for them.
Part of my frustration with the lack of verbal love is when I’m told I should ask for it. This suggests that the failure of communication begins with me. But loving words are not something I demand, they are something I require. Can you imagine explaining to a toddler that the reason you do not feed him often is because he does not ask you to prepare his meal? How can any one tell another person that they didn’t know they needed to express their affection verbally? This is not a matter of not knowing the right words or when to say them. This is a matter of caring enough to say them regardless of our own emotional inconvenience.
On hijacked United Flight 93 a few passengers called their loved ones to say goodbye before they crashed. But many did not call anyone. I’ve often thought, not of the families that received those frightening calls, but of those who did not, though their family member was on the plane and had the opportunity to say some last words.
And then I think of every day that people walk out their front doors, no way of knowing if they will return, without having taken the time to say not just “I love you” to someone but all the other encouraging words that we are each so desperate to hear.
I am proud of who you are.
You are so beautiful.
I am happy.
I’m sorry that I hurt you.
I was wrong.
You are more important to me than anything else.
You make my life better.
Had Kolesnikov fallen into his final sleep without writing his Olga, she surely would have known that he still loved her. But he didn’t. One last time he reminded her. What’s beautiful about his note to her is not what he said; it is that he said it.
If you knew that today was your last day, what would you say? Would you write a letter? Would you call someone you have not spoke to in a while? What are the words that need to be said? What excuse are you using to not say them? Most important of all – aren’t the people who need to hear them worth the effort?"
---Penny Rene
Thursday,Nov 16 2006, 05:34:59 AMBout everything and everything...
Havnt been writing for a super long time. I really wonder if there's still any1 reading... Or it's already growing webs....
Just some updates...
Moved into hall wit another cute moomoo. But she'll be moving out super soon. A pity coz we really had lotsa fun in rm (tough xam's like so near...) 2 super lame gurls... 1 rm... Whahahah~!~!
Xam's started this morn... Just finished 1 paper. 2molo got 2.
Na's found a new job (actually found it long ago.) seng's back fr aussie (for a very very very long time liao...) Leng's going well... So's Alf n Norsh. Guess every1's well... Nth new... ^_^
HS's back fr NZ (finally sth more recent.) Fang's clear her xam and back fr thailand trip... Min's busy wit wk.Tink mel's too. tink fang & gang'll b havg a chalet. This time w/o me... *pouts*
Havnt been home for quite sometime liao... Miss my bed... n the TEEBEE!!! I WANT TEEBEE!!!
Grand's bdae cel was last sat. He's 89. Wah so big liao! It just occured to me that he was 79 like 10 yrs ago... when i was 12. & when i shifted home at bt 5, he's already like 70! WOW! He really changed a lot in these few yrs... turn thinner and a lot much quieter. Still miss his fried chicken! Wahahahah O ya did i mention tat i was sitting beside him for din tat day? Havnt spoke to him for quite sometime. But of coz i still remember that i used to be very close to him when i was small. =p Miss those younger days... If only i could just turn back the time.
Grandma's bdae was last mth. She oso quite big. bt 80 (if i didn rem wrong... Ops* x_x) Remember grandma's pink blanket made of many many different cloth. Miss it so... though its long in the bin...
Got germ's postcard. (If u see this, "Thanks gurl!") It's pinned in my board. ^_^
Got ZW's 2nd postcard. He's enjoying himself. In london~~~ Hey if u see this, dunch 4get my sovenior hor!!! dun play play play 4get bt me sovenior~~~ whahahahahaa
FYP's on halt. *phew* but xamz... just as bad.... then again, there's this interim report to be submitted on 8th. wonder wheres the time to complete.... *faints*
Chk-ed sch mail just now... 1 of my lecturer was replying his student and this was part of it,
"Be kind to yourself, give yourself time to develop yourself.
One day you before you know it you will shine out...But it is most important to be true to yourself...Let the uniqueness about yourself unveil through life experiences!
At the end of the day, you have to account for YOUR LIFE and it is happiness that is most important, nothing else can really be as satisfying."
I was intrigued by it...
That's all for now. Back to go back to books!