Friday, November 30, 2007
♥ 2:39 PM
Finito
I took my last paper as an undergraduate this morning.
And I'm still trying to come to grips with the idea that I am, as of now, an unofficial graduate.
The scary concept called the rest of my life awaits, and while the future seems like a whole fuzzy blur, Daddy will always be around, by my side.
As we all know, there's never a dull moment when Daddy's in the house =)
I'm moving on, I'm growing up, and hopefully, each baby step I take will bring me closer to fulfilling the life which Daddy has loving presribed for me.
~To remember a simpler time when the best thing in life was just hanging out, listening to records and having fun with your friends. In your very own apartment.
Wake up, little one. It's time to grow up.
*~and you'll never know till you get there~*
Monday, November 19, 2007
♥ 3:15 PM
Closet lunatic
This afternoon saw me taking my practical assessment for my mediation course.
Last Saturday saw me panicking because no confirmation email with the relevant information has reached me, and the Friday deadline for queries slipped my mind.
Yesterday saw me attending TCC for the first time. And liking it very much.
I wouldn't call it a crazy week, but my reactions have been just that.
Frayed nerves, angry rants and a penchant for brainless entertainment has been a staple for me during the past week or so.
Nevertheless, Daddy has been more than faithful.
He's been absolutely perfect. And more.
I'll really miss all of this and all of you when this is done and done.
*~and you'll never know till you get there~*
Thursday, November 15, 2007
♥ 10:49 AM
Secrets & Lies
Everyone enjoys a game of make-believe now and then. Of course, the ways in which we play can vary greatly. Sometimes we tell ourselves work won't interfere with our family life. Sometimes, we imagine certain relationships to be more meaningful than they really are. Occasionally, we put on a show, as if to convince ourselves our secrets aren't really all that terrible. Yes, the game of make-believe is a simple one. You start by lying to yourself, and if you can get others to believe those lies, you win.
And so thus blur the lines between truth and fantasy.
*~and you'll never know till you get there~*
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
♥ 1:11 PM
Bemused
13 years ago, at the ripe old age of 9, I responded to my form teacher's suggestion that I consider a career as an educator by asserting that I will never ever become a teacher.
Ever.
This morning, I officially accepted an appointment as an education officer (AKA teacher) and will commence work come January 2008.
Ah...the little ironies of life.
Ms Tan is bound to have a field day when I inform her of my decision.
Then again, with Daddy at the helm, every part of the journey is a most satisfyingly exciting one.
One Forrest Gump puts it most aptly by declaring that "life is like a box of chocolates - you never know what you're gonna get".
Mine sure is one filled with numerous blessings, all nicely wrapped up with a pink satin bow.
Thank You, so very very much.
*~and you'll never know till you get there~*
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
♥ 12:15 PM
Eternal sunshine
How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.
When my mind forgets, will my heart still remember?
*~and you'll never know till you get there~*
Thursday, November 01, 2007
♥ 9:38 AM
Breakfast at Tiffany's
Moonriver has never sounded better.
Or more irritating as the movie progressed.
Perhaps, in every one of us, a Miss Holly Golightly exists - this desperate urge to try to do better for ourselves, to abandon the authentic self, despising it, and longing for something more, something you would give a limb to obtain.
Perhaps also, in every being, a hopelessly romantic Mr Paul Varjak inhabits, albeit incumbent at times - this ability to never give up, this strength to keep hoping.
I didn't warm up to Audrey Hepburn's portrayal of a beautiful, conniving gold-digger, but maybe it's because I see something in her that's uncomfortably familiar.
Something grotesque trying to claw its way out.
A desire I am asking Daddy to take away.
Afterall, selfishness and an untempered tongue are not attributes which one would normally crow about having; but they exist nonetheless.
Nonetheless, I had a smashing good time taking in this classic, as well as both Bridget Jones movies. I daresay, latter is embarassingly hilarious.
Having rather charming specimens of the male species in both movies helped to increase the level of enjoyment too. But of course.
Moonriver has never sounded better.
Or more irritating as the movie progressed.
Perhaps, in every one of us, a Miss Holly Golightly exists - this desperate urge to try to do better for ourselves, to abandon the authentic self, despising it, and longing for something more, something you would give a limb to obtain.
Perhaps also, in every being, a hopelessly romantic Mr Paul Varjak inhabits, albeit incumbent at times - this ability to never give up, this strength to keep hoping.
I didn't warm up to Audrey Hepburn's portrayal of a beautiful, conniving gold-digger, but maybe it's because I see something in her that's uncomfortably familiar.
Something grotesque trying to claw its way out.
A desire I am asking Daddy to take away.
Afterall, selfishness and an untempered tongue are not attributes which one would normally crow about having; but they exist nonetheless.
Nonetheless, I had a smashing good time taking in this classic, as well as both Bridget Jones movies. I daresay, latter is embarassingly hilarious.
Having rather charming specimens of the male species in both movies helped to increase the level of enjoyment too. But of course.
The dashing George Peppard aka Mr Paul Varjak
The straight-laced, oh-so-proper Mr Darcy
I'm such a real sucker for men who are able to take good care of their gals.
*~and you'll never know till you get there~*