abstracts of the words that stayed

Step back and ask yourself – who am I?
Promoting the “I” self above all else – take that away

Seriously stand back and examine yourselves before you embark on any teamwork / fieldwork situation / homestay

Extract the kiasu self from your body, mind, marrow of your self

Working in a team effectively
Solving problems amicably
Help team members overcome hurdles and obstacles
Think about others

The kindness of strangers, the kindness of yourself
How much do you give, how much do you share, how much concern do you have
Instead of relying upon the kindness of strangers… What about ourselves?
Who am I – and extend your selves into new realms.

I feel so touched about everything. I feel so touched and excited and I just feel that this is absolutely, absolutely where I want to be.

It is what you choose to learn

This is education, I think

What do you want to learn

There are unlimited possibilities as to what you can learn

It’s just a first step – this experience might be something that goes with you for the rest of your life

Drafted 21 days ago (days zoom past)

Musings during Vaccination Exercise

The Act of Waiting-

.. It is not the actual act that keeps your heart palpitating.

It is the sitting by the corner anticipating your turn, the room turning unnervingly cold, with the sole company of the imaginary hurricane that turns our thoughts into a mess of turmoil.
It is the soft murmurs in the room, or the very peculiar quietness of it; the rhythmic chiming of the next number in the hospital room (how they flash vigorously!), the scruff of the chair as the previous student leaves having finished her oral exam; the ominous quiet ticking as you ascend the peak of the rollercoaster – and that single second of silence just before you fall

Across me, a baby bawls loudly as the nurses try their best at drowning her with ‘awws’ and ‘aahs’. She wails on. I want to be mollycoddled too..

And then it was over. And I walked out of the polyclinic with 3 jabs in a day, feeling a teeny bit braver (and poorer) than before. ^^


It is the… Uncertainty, the possibility of ‘never’ that weighs me down – When will we meet again?

‘Never’ and ‘last’

We crossed paths for a reason, and such kindness from a stranger is something I will always, always remember

“Kah, kah!”

Today was rainy. We hauled our poncho-clad selves onto the streets, every droplet dampening our moods by the minute.
Sought shelter in Paddy’s Market with our half-frozen cheeks. Papa likes walking through fish and vegetable markets. And buying fruits.

Hyde park / St Mary’s cathedral / National Museum

Every night, the only person left awake is me. I’m the only one left listening to the snores around me. Insomnia is, really, an awful feeling. To want to sleep, to know that you have to sleep, but not being able to – it leaves you frustrated and more awake than ever

Read through my notes, saw this:
Writing captures the thoughts that race through your mind at a particular point in time, as well as the emotional state of mind you hold at the point of writing. You have your emotional tides- in its peak you can write a flurry of details. And when it recedes you write more factually, reflectively perhaps.
In any case, I think reading my drafts bring about a very queer feeling. I look at them, no longer in the state that I was, but remain intrigued by how I felt the way I felt, how I thought the way I did. I suppose that’s why I’m thankful for blogging, these seemingly trivial details will in time become the most precious and genuine reflection of how I thought and felt at that particular time period. We always fail to notice how precious the happy present can be, until it becomes a memory that you long to go back to.

This is only the beginning

Attempting to be more conscientious in noting down the places I go

Today – Populaire on the plane, papercutting of my ‘profile’, bespectacled 80yr old man bent down next to my ear and said ‘you’re beautiful’ HAHAHAHA and my dad said ‘that Lao tiko……’, mandatory visit to the Sydney opera house + harbour bridge

Here’s to a week of sleeping at 10pm.