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| At risk of sounding stupidly romantic...nonethe less my ramblings must
be heard. By whom? No one hopefully. Perhaps if I air them across the
cosmic cyberspace known as the 'web' (where 99% of the male population
are logging onto porn websites), something that I've said might be
immortalised. Maybe I speak truth, and truth always stands does it not?
Having said that, I know that I'm just full of shit. Ok here's what Jojo feels today.
I feel: Lucky, and blessed. Loving and loved.
Being cared for and protected: like the way my cat must feel!
Feeling safe and able to thrive in my environment: this takes encouraging, i don't easily settle down
Feeling communicative and able to speak my mind: Depends on the company
Level of optimism: it's never been high, au contrary i'm a pessimist! A romantic pessimist! how excellent :P
Talking shit capacity: not very high, but as boyfriend says, could always be improved upon.
Seriousness: consistently too serious, stick in the mud (can't help it, it's biological)
Mood outlook for the next week: Cloudy due to PMS, but really happy
because edward's coming back for a visit! Can't wait can't wait can't
wait...
Productivity: close to negligent
Nails: impeccable!! hahaha
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| I am back in singapore for good. Finishing up the last semester of my
Graduate Diploma in Singapore law at NUS. Singapore ain't that bad. I
just heard that Allen and Gledhill (the law firm I'm signing with) is
gonna raise their starting salary!! Goody Goody...hopefully they'll
offer me a full time job after I do my pupillage with them....just
baked a marble cake. hehe
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| Exams over. Parents up here in London with me. Am eating so much food!
The great food isn't a bad thing in itself, sigh, but it's the after
effects that can be very damaging. Hehe...gotta watch that waistline!
Here's a pic of someone I really wanna meet!
JAzz is her name. Heehee...little princess! Isn't she just so...so...erm...dignified?
Ok, enough small talk. With the exams done with, and a trip to Greece under my belt...what have I learnt?
HYPOTHESIS: Singaporeans rarely admit they are in the wrong. Singaporean are naturally defensive about weaknesses and mistakes.
Hm...ok, I am pretty sensitive about some stuff, quite prideful about
my capabilities and intellect, so much so that it's difficult for me to
say sorry, or say that I was wrong. Think this is more of a character
defect (inexcusable and should be eradicated at nearest convenience
:P). But a grain of truth in every generalisation? Perhaps the
government's propaganda about Lion City's invincibility &
superiority play a significant role in perpetuating a population which
is myopic in more ways than one. (Note that most chinese, myself
included, cannot remember the last time we were able to wake up in the
morning and actually SEE the ceiling CLEARLY).
No offense intended by the above commentaries. However, I feel that
having been brought up in the Singapore education system, I am very
good at doing things well if what I have to do is specified beforehand.
Not much capacity for creative or independent thought. Indeed, this
seems to be discouraged. Instead, safely tested methods eg. ten year
series are used. Deviation from standard answers are viewed with
contempt.
On a more personal level. I think that I don't have a creative bone in
my body. Everytime I feel inspired, whether to draw, paint, dance or
sing...it's always strongly influenced by something else. Unoriginal is
the operative word. Blame those Hollywood TV serials! Tsk...I was so
young and impressionable.
I AM A PRODUCT OF WESTERN IMPERIALISM and SINGAPOREAN BUREAUCRATIC TRADITION!!!ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Now now...you know that I'm just kidding right? ....................
I'm also a result of 3 years of LSE Capitalist conditioning. :P
Anyway, say hi to the cat.
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| I like this song...
Father of life draw me closer
Lord, my heart is set on you
Let me run the race of time
With you life unfolding mine
And let the peace of God
Let it reign
Oh Holy Spirit you're my comfort
Strenghten me hold my head up high
And I stand upon your truth
Bringing glory unto you
And let the peace of God
Let it reign
Oh Lord I hunger for more of you
Rise up within me let me know your truth
Oh Holy Spirit, saturate my soul
And let the life of God
Fill me now
Let your healing power
Breathe life and make me whole
And the peace of God
Let it reign
Let the peace of God Reign-Hillsongs Australia
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| Let not the waves of the sea separate us now,
and the years you have spent in our midst become a memory.
You have walked among us a spirit, and your shadow has been a light upon our faces.
Much have we loved you. But speechless was our love, and with veils has it been veiled.
Yet now it cries aloud unto you, and would stand revealed before you.
And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
-The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran
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