wall-hugger

On the wall betw academia and design.
In high school I was a rather good science student, while excelling in English. I worked w gel pens.
In uni I learnt about design and beauty, of aesthetics and spatial language. I work w ink and pencil.


Where does my future lie?






Meanwhile, I have a Project Management exam to study *puts on earphones*

emptiness

I wonder if one refused to think, to lose oneself in another story,
Or to acknowledge the tears, letting them flow unheeded
To stop feeling, not even the pain o bruised hands on walls

Would life's mess straighten themselves?








I'm sorry.
Goodnight. Will try again another day.

goodbye, dear friend

One of my ex choir members passed away last night in a car accident. I was alil shook up by it, especially as she was young, pretty and had her whole life in front o her.
Wrote bout the futility o life in my wordpress blog.


There are times I tell myself, it's ok to die. It will happen, eventually. Yet I make plans for tmr, next mth, or even 5 years down the road.
And I get disappointed if my hopes aren't fulfilled.


I think it's high time I learnt to take disappointment. God has His plans, which always includes the best for me.
I was browsing her blog, and came across this story about Josh and his conversation w God one day. He was in the dumps for his car breaking down, being late for work, not getting his food served on time, etc. But then God explained that He made his car break down so he could avoid a car accident, made him late for work to miss a call fr a person w a spiteful vendetta, etc.
"Be it done unto me according to thy will."


Death is sad, mostly because o the lost hopes and the ppl left behind. I close my eyes and think about the pain felt by her family, close friends, classmates and tutors, and my tears fall.
Agnes wouldn't have thought a girl she sometimes smiled at in church would be affected, but I was.
Death passed close to me today. May your soul rest in peace, MP.

LOL-ed

Thank you, dear Nick, for posting this on your facebook status:

The awkward moment when you walk into your studio and you see your deputy dean playing ping pong with another lecturer on a makeshift table.

Shall bring that to mind when I'm stressed. 

 ps Deputy dean is pretty, always in a dress and wears minimum 3-inch heels.

time

Trying desperately not to lose it.
So much to do, so little time.
Where's the adrenaline?








You have time, sarah.
Go for it. This is not the time to lose hope.

I shouldn't be

... so depressed. I have no right to be. Especially when I've got work to do and ppl depending on me to get them done.
I don't want to be clingy, or dependent on anyone. Just can't do it alone for now.



Holding on. Barely.
Dear God, if I can just ask for one thing, it's something that'd make me really happy to look forward to. Preferably something totally unrelated to my present state but I won't be picky.
I just know that determination, peace, etc, will come, if I can just set my mind on something happy.






Please, God. It's already Monday now.

full moon o 8th mth at home

Didn't make it to St Mary's to listen to the dear for his first piano recital accompaniment at service, but went out for dinner @ William's w bro, sis and Himself.
And then some lanterns and pomelo and papaya.






Simple dinner, some kiddie fun and a lil cuddling.
Sigh.