we cannot change the cards we are dealt,
just how we play the hand.
Monday, August 27, 2007
1:51 AM
Next Please
for the better part of my life, i had told myself.
it is possible, anything is possible. life is merely willing the mental toughness of an individual, and kit is one tough nut.
so i threw myself into it all. 6 modules, marketing hairdressing courses under societal scrutiny, IVP basketball, dim sum business, Prudential financial advising, capitaland marketing competition, import-export of car parts, and my darling tuition kids.
a week of it killed half of me.
i awoke each day with a gasp. oh no i've got to do this i've got to do that. downed breakfast and printed my notes from 10am-12noon. rushed for each lesson stretched 2 hours from noon to 4pm. sleep from 4pm to 6pm. dinner skipped. IVP from 6pm to 9:30pm. dim sum from 9:30pm to 2:30am. wash up till 3am. settled accounts and outstanding business issues till 4:30am. sleep till 10am. and the cycle goes on.
of course, certain days took more life out of me. like wednesdays with tuiton from 4pm to 6pm. or prison visits for my marketing assignment from 8am to noon. or rushing off to Malaysia to secure a $60000 Prulife policy from 6pm to 9pm.
i had never whined so much in twenty two years of a life, not even when mr samuel nee failed to plot his map and we were on a 72km navigating journey in taiwan, with two gargantuan signal sets on my back.
but my point is.
i am now playing ball while pondering whether my dim sum partner has collected the siew mai from Geylang, and selling dim sum while tracing basketball tactics in my head.
i am drooling off in lessons fantasizing about my sexy girlfriend, and having her on weekends lie on my lap with a laptop rushing assignments, half droning beside her.
i am caught up with so many thoughts in half a second, i once called up the management of the hairdressing course coordinator in KIMarie chasing her for car parts from Taiwan, and messaged fourteen overseas message to the manufacturer in Taiwan for alterations in orders for Glutinous Rice.
yes, it is possible, anything is possible. but one really should, live in the present.
dropped one module, ditched the biggest insurance deal of my life, quit playing about with car parts. and i have had my breather.
but the tutorials have yet to come, and they hover ever so menacingly.
what then, pray tell, is next to go?
the voices in my head-
Saturday, August 18, 2007
4:18 AM
Tired
very.
the voices in my head-
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
6:56 AM
Ratty
it is 5:57am and i just returned home. there is a stench of steamed gargantuan shrimp dumplings about me, and stains of oil dotted on my sleeves.
and, i spent the last two hours scraping rat glue off my hands, with the help of two very tired friends. a tale worthy for the grandchildren.
the life indeed, of an unliving student.
but i believe in the product, and i believe in myself.
perhaps so, i trust my friend, and i trust my partner.
the voices in my head-
Saturday, August 04, 2007
8:10 PM
Ripley
catastrophe is about to hit our little red dot.
a week back, i had received a phone call and there was a little confusion over what the creature on the other line was trying to convey.
it could have been french, but it sounded much like a hybrid of cantonese and indian. pitched so animatedly and rattled so fast. after a brief minute, i had realised she was painfully introducing herself as a DJ of Singapore's very own radio station.
alas, how could i deny the opportunity of being interviewed on my entrepreneurship endeavor. and so it shall be, the much edited (i hope) interview playing tomorrow over national radio 958 at the following apocalyptical timings of 8am, 9am, 12noon and 1pm.
its in chinese, by the way.
the voices in my head-
i love my girl. a love so beautiful, symmetrical, tangible
God loves me. a love so great, unconditional, real.
my life in a nutshell. working towards loves of sorts. beautiful, symmetrical, tangible, great, unconditional and real.
a page, deliberately left blank.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8
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