Today marks the birthday of two friends- one I got to know in church, and the other, while attending tuition classes in preparation for my O levels. Both of them turn thirty today- sheesh- I just revealed my age.
I am not thirty...yet!
On a similar, happy note, I conclude my years of studies (for now) with reasonably good grades for the last two modules of my degree studies, resulting in an unflattering GPA grade of 2.8 out of the possible 4. I am just extremely thankful for the opportunity to study, to have done reasonably well as a part-time student. And now, allow me to express my profound appreciation to those who have journeyed with me, stood by me, and encouraged me through these challenging times! Cheers to that.
A significant portion of my past few weeks have been spent on job hunting, and to be honest, this has been a rather tedious and challenging process. This also marks a season of searching and reflection- as I ponder over the next step to take. Ideally speaking, I would love a communications related job (within an agency) that would help me to develop and contribute to this industry. Searching for an entry-level position in local PR agencies have proved to be akin to finding a needle in the haystack!
As I speak, there are hundreds of kids walking past, happy to be ending the school day. I'd be just as glad to end the day- random, illogical noises kept me awake almost the whole of last night.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Returning to a first love.
Hello there blog,
I am certain that it has been more than a year since I've last posted anything here.
The past twelve months have come and gone in a flash- no thanks to the completion of my advanced diploma, and now, my degree programme. I am now waiting to graduate.Bachelors of Communications- here I come!
You can say that I am experiencing some form of withdrawal-not having to go to school after almost two years of attending night classes seem out of routine. Still, the knowledge and experience gained, and the friendships formed, are things I am committed to holding dear to my heart.
So here's my arrival at yet another crossroad in my life- it's time to start looking for a new job. It's time to consider new things in life. it's time to shake off the dust off this web space and return to my first love for writing. What good is an aspiring copy writer if writing is not second nature to him?
Oh, by the way, I found love. (=
The past twelve months have come and gone in a flash- no thanks to the completion of my advanced diploma, and now, my degree programme. I am now waiting to graduate.Bachelors of Communications- here I come!
You can say that I am experiencing some form of withdrawal-not having to go to school after almost two years of attending night classes seem out of routine. Still, the knowledge and experience gained, and the friendships formed, are things I am committed to holding dear to my heart.
So here's my arrival at yet another crossroad in my life- it's time to start looking for a new job. It's time to consider new things in life. it's time to shake off the dust off this web space and return to my first love for writing. What good is an aspiring copy writer if writing is not second nature to him?
Oh, by the way, I found love. (=
Friday, October 15, 2010
Fry-day
This has got to be the hottest Friday of all the years I've lived in Singapore. As I look out of my office window- the sky is almost cloudless - something akin to the blue skies I would expect to see in Australia.
A quick glance at my phone states that the weather is expected to peak at 33 degrees today, hardly surprising considering the skies today, and in stark contrast with the comfortably cold office I am cooling off in.
I'm stealing some time off before I get down to the other things I have to settle today, including schoolwork. Our group based public relations project is due next week and that is one milestone I am looking forward to clear. I must confess that I cannot be considered a conscientious student this time round- I am still finding it rather hard to get moving as fast as I should.
This November will mark the third wedding I will attend this year, involving my friends who are of the same age. I am envious as much as I am happy for them. As much as I try to put up a nonchalent front and shrug off relationships as something that can wait, my heart is obviously saying otherwise. I've yet to event be involved romantically, let alone talk about setting up a family. I am hoping and praying to be able to embark upon the relationship of love soon.
As they say, love changes everything. Will it be a change for the better, or worse?
Have a sizzling day.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Its the thirteenth of October
Time flies, and it's been more than a year since I've made any entries here. Given my long break, I'm starting to wonder if anyone would be catching up on today's post =D
Allow me to say that the past 12 months have been eventful- a new place to call home, a new job that I started this year, my graduation as a Dip student, and now, in the final lapse of my advanced dip course.
Yes, there are certainly moments of ups and downs, the stress brought about by deadlines, the anxiety of what to expect in the future, but the Lord has been most gracious and seen me through all my apprehensions. My church friends took time off their schedules and turned out in full force to help us move- something that took my pre-believing aunt by surprise. This will be an event I will always remember fondly.
I never considered myself as an academic-let alone the ability to do well for my studies. It was with much doubt and apprehension that I embarked upon this long-overdue course of study. Over the past months, I have forged precious friendships, learnt new things, and emerged more confident of myself.
"If the Lord leads you to it, He will bring you through it." This claim I hold close to me, even as I struggle against my inadequacies and put my best foot forward for the final laps of my current course.
Every job presents its set of challenges, and my current job requires of me to deal with people, to be answerable to a committee, and to deal with matters fairly and objectively. I shall not claim that I am the most patient person ever- in contrast, I must confess that my patience has been put to the test. In retrospect, this could be an opportunity for me to grow in patience and love for others. I am immensely thankful for the support and concern shown by my colleagues and bosses.
On this note, I shall end off this post, looking forward to a rewarding shower and a good night's sleep! You can expect more in the following posts. (:
Allow me to say that the past 12 months have been eventful- a new place to call home, a new job that I started this year, my graduation as a Dip student, and now, in the final lapse of my advanced dip course.
Yes, there are certainly moments of ups and downs, the stress brought about by deadlines, the anxiety of what to expect in the future, but the Lord has been most gracious and seen me through all my apprehensions. My church friends took time off their schedules and turned out in full force to help us move- something that took my pre-believing aunt by surprise. This will be an event I will always remember fondly.
I never considered myself as an academic-let alone the ability to do well for my studies. It was with much doubt and apprehension that I embarked upon this long-overdue course of study. Over the past months, I have forged precious friendships, learnt new things, and emerged more confident of myself.
"If the Lord leads you to it, He will bring you through it." This claim I hold close to me, even as I struggle against my inadequacies and put my best foot forward for the final laps of my current course.
Every job presents its set of challenges, and my current job requires of me to deal with people, to be answerable to a committee, and to deal with matters fairly and objectively. I shall not claim that I am the most patient person ever- in contrast, I must confess that my patience has been put to the test. In retrospect, this could be an opportunity for me to grow in patience and love for others. I am immensely thankful for the support and concern shown by my colleagues and bosses.
On this note, I shall end off this post, looking forward to a rewarding shower and a good night's sleep! You can expect more in the following posts. (:
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
the official.
Finally, I managed to obtain a copy of the original floor plan- and as expected, I realised that my previous, self made drawing of the place was really out of scale. Well, here's a duper low res version of the plan. You can scroll down, view mine, and appreciate how out of proportion it was. Hah.
well, this just goes to show how original the house is, minus some minor additions in terms of cabinets, and the little touches that makes a house a home. At least my ID chums (you know who you are) and I have something official to work with!
I guess I'm gonna be emotional here by mentioning that I feel a slight tinge of sadness and perhaps nostalgia as I collected the floor plan today. In the past, this was always done by my dad. I would remember how he would religiously enlarge the floor plan and sketch the position of the furniture. As a child, I was fascinated. As a teenager, I would often counter-suggest the way the furniture was placed, and would even re-orientate the positioning in my room several times. As an adult, I guess I would say that this is a trait I would have inherited from both my parents- the habit of visualization and planning.
So much for the emotional segment of today's post. My project deadlines and exams are coming up faster than I think, and its time to floor the pedal!
Blessed week all of ya.
well, this just goes to show how original the house is, minus some minor additions in terms of cabinets, and the little touches that makes a house a home. At least my ID chums (you know who you are) and I have something official to work with!
I guess I'm gonna be emotional here by mentioning that I feel a slight tinge of sadness and perhaps nostalgia as I collected the floor plan today. In the past, this was always done by my dad. I would remember how he would religiously enlarge the floor plan and sketch the position of the furniture. As a child, I was fascinated. As a teenager, I would often counter-suggest the way the furniture was placed, and would even re-orientate the positioning in my room several times. As an adult, I guess I would say that this is a trait I would have inherited from both my parents- the habit of visualization and planning.
So much for the emotional segment of today's post. My project deadlines and exams are coming up faster than I think, and its time to floor the pedal!
Blessed week all of ya.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
the most nerd post ever.
To start with, I must admit that I am not a fan of public libraries. The one I have visited thus far (including the one near my place and the one located one train stop away) did nothing but impress me with faint traces of cooking fumes, a couple of noisy children and the occasional mobile phone going off. It was more of an amusement park where families would visit rather than a place suited for studying.
You will now understand why I was not exactly impressed when my classmates suggested that we head down to the National Library in town to work on our group assignment. As luck would have had it, I had the dubious honor of providing the directions to the library. And after what seemed like eternity we finally entered the lift that would take us up to the Lee Kong Chian Reference Library.
I was shocked to actually know that there was a security guard stationed at the entrance of the reference library. Apparently no folders of any kind were allowed, and one of my group mates nearly got stopped. Thankfully the folder contained nothing but her netbook, so in we went.
The first thing that struck me about the library was how completely silent it was. Away with the notions that people were generally born to talk. I was, on several locations, inclined to whisper to my group mates for fear of incurring the wrath of those who were deep into their research. The only audible sound(s) were the occasional shuffling feet and the symphony of laptop keyboards.
And blessed am I, that I found a very good reference book to start with. I typed till my fingers were sore and my laptop battery went flat. And then I copied furiously.
The reference library is indeed an interesting place to go. As I delved deeper into the book, I couldn't help but wish that I had made the choice to come here much earlier. There is so much to read, and learn.
Welcome to studying life Fraser.
(:
You will now understand why I was not exactly impressed when my classmates suggested that we head down to the National Library in town to work on our group assignment. As luck would have had it, I had the dubious honor of providing the directions to the library. And after what seemed like eternity we finally entered the lift that would take us up to the Lee Kong Chian Reference Library.
I was shocked to actually know that there was a security guard stationed at the entrance of the reference library. Apparently no folders of any kind were allowed, and one of my group mates nearly got stopped. Thankfully the folder contained nothing but her netbook, so in we went.
The first thing that struck me about the library was how completely silent it was. Away with the notions that people were generally born to talk. I was, on several locations, inclined to whisper to my group mates for fear of incurring the wrath of those who were deep into their research. The only audible sound(s) were the occasional shuffling feet and the symphony of laptop keyboards.
And blessed am I, that I found a very good reference book to start with. I typed till my fingers were sore and my laptop battery went flat. And then I copied furiously.
The reference library is indeed an interesting place to go. As I delved deeper into the book, I couldn't help but wish that I had made the choice to come here much earlier. There is so much to read, and learn.
Welcome to studying life Fraser.
(:
Monday, July 20, 2009
Monday!
Its a start to a brand new week again.
I woke up several times last night, to the sounds of some stray cat mewing outside my room, my brother's alarm clock, and the flurry of activities associated with the morning rush hours. I finally woke up at nine-thirty. I hope my friends managed to catch a good rest and wake up on time today.
We had a crazy night celebrating a sister's 21st birthday. Somehow that venue is synonymous with 21st birthday parties. Yesterday's would have been the sixth or seventh I've attended. That few of us polar bears hid in a room, staying away from the crowd and heat outside and laughing our hearts out. What a nice way to spend a Sunday evening.
I was pleasantly surprised that M came up to me and spoke to me on Sunday morning. On a very frank note, I had made efforts to minimize interaction with him over the past one month. Predictably, M is always the gentleman that makes the first move, and he's proven it once again by coming up to speak to me. I'm glad we were able to share some pleasant moments and genuine smiles (:
M we should talk heart to heart soon. I guess we need to clear the air?
We ended off the day by heading down to the airport to receive our mission team. The ten days of hard labor showed on their faces (some of them were sick for a couple of days) but it seemed that nothing would dampen their cheerful spirit. I believe that God has used them mightily for His works.
We were on the way to the airport and we started chatting about ministry stuff, and one of the brothers casually mentioned on the topic of the PA ministry once more. I genuinely believe that his intent was to motivate us to be Christlike and loving towards one another.
All that I can say is that I felt misunderstood, and it certainly felt like a slap in the face. That was despite my knowledge of his good intentions. Internally, I was wondering if I was a complete communication failure or what.
I don't even know how to continue writing anymore, but in a nutshell I felt grossly condemned and misunderstood. I hope I will be able to express again that my concerns always revolved around the attitudes, and certainly not by the mistakes they made.
Right. It doesn't really matter now. I just had to express myself. And this wraps up my Monday post!
I woke up several times last night, to the sounds of some stray cat mewing outside my room, my brother's alarm clock, and the flurry of activities associated with the morning rush hours. I finally woke up at nine-thirty. I hope my friends managed to catch a good rest and wake up on time today.
We had a crazy night celebrating a sister's 21st birthday. Somehow that venue is synonymous with 21st birthday parties. Yesterday's would have been the sixth or seventh I've attended. That few of us polar bears hid in a room, staying away from the crowd and heat outside and laughing our hearts out. What a nice way to spend a Sunday evening.
I was pleasantly surprised that M came up to me and spoke to me on Sunday morning. On a very frank note, I had made efforts to minimize interaction with him over the past one month. Predictably, M is always the gentleman that makes the first move, and he's proven it once again by coming up to speak to me. I'm glad we were able to share some pleasant moments and genuine smiles (:
M we should talk heart to heart soon. I guess we need to clear the air?
We ended off the day by heading down to the airport to receive our mission team. The ten days of hard labor showed on their faces (some of them were sick for a couple of days) but it seemed that nothing would dampen their cheerful spirit. I believe that God has used them mightily for His works.
We were on the way to the airport and we started chatting about ministry stuff, and one of the brothers casually mentioned on the topic of the PA ministry once more. I genuinely believe that his intent was to motivate us to be Christlike and loving towards one another.
All that I can say is that I felt misunderstood, and it certainly felt like a slap in the face. That was despite my knowledge of his good intentions. Internally, I was wondering if I was a complete communication failure or what.
I don't even know how to continue writing anymore, but in a nutshell I felt grossly condemned and misunderstood. I hope I will be able to express again that my concerns always revolved around the attitudes, and certainly not by the mistakes they made.
Right. It doesn't really matter now. I just had to express myself. And this wraps up my Monday post!
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