Updates of a new phrase of life

Yeah I know that I have not been updating my blog for sometime and I was actually amazed that I managed to log in to my blog after 2 attempts at the username and password. Just as I thought my memory is going to fail me, I was logged in. Anyway, a typical day in SG surrounds the morning crowd, the crowded trains, the pretty good life at work (for the moment), friends and family.

Life in SG since returning back for good does not seem to deviate much from the frequent holiday trips back to SG from sydney. Guess I was mentally prepared for this when I returned back to Sydney for graduation. Leaving Sydney in Aug was much easier and less emotional than the one in July. I can't pin point to a single reason for this and will be happy to attribute that I have become immune to this.

However, when orientation started, I realise I do still dislike changes. The once effortless mingle and small talks have changed to something that I have to endure. Socialising did not seem to be fun anymore. As people advance with age, we become more resistant to changes and new people. Luckily I met some new nice people who seem to be on the same frequency and I did had fun during orientation.

Hopefully, more people that are nice will be met during my time at work. Things have been good in SG, with my family being extremely accommodating. Many things have changed including many relationships, and ironically, despite knowing this, I have chose to ignore till now.

Happier memories:

Graduation Photos

in John Clancy

My "day light saving" party group/ stir shit group/the group that makes my last 2 semesters in Sydney most memorable :P

Photos are taking too long to upload, so these are just a few of them taken during graduation day

Lastly, Me & Ting @ Sushi tei in Sydney after so much trouble finding it!!!! (I told the manager of the branch in Sydney that I loved sushi tei)

A guess?

I managed to catch Ocean's Thirteen today. While on the bus journey back, with music blasting into my ears from my Ipod Mini, I suddenly recalled a question my dad asked me some time back. This is what he asks: "why do you never speak up when you are angry or unhappy with something?" I could not answered his question at that time. Tonight, it dawn upon me that maybe I have always knew that by speaking up, I might get too emotional. Hence instead of allowing emotions to take control, suppressing them by not saying will be a much better option. However, this might just be an attempt trying to get to the answer to the above question. Maybe there are other reasons which I have yet stumbled upon.

A letter to Mum

Dear Mum,

An argument I have had with my mum yesterday left me bothered and uneasy the whole day. Although it has always been easy to end an argument with "whatever", how many of us can actually ignored the feelings of your dearest ones and to continue to do what you think is right?

It has never occurred to me that "up to you" has a totally different meaning when it comes to parents. The realisation hit upon me yesterday when an issue I thought I have long resolved came back into the picture again. How many times have we said "up to you" and actually mean it? Apparently, for my parents, they don't take "up to you" as the literal meaning I have taken. Maybe I have known this long ago but just that I chose to ignore it so that I can be at ease with myself to do the things I wanted to do. Maybe I am just too dense to see it. Or maybe I am just bad at communicating my ideas verbally.

I don't know what went wrong in this issue just that I wanted to clear things up a bit in this entry. If our arguments have never ended with "up to you", I will have tried harder to resolve the issue and a compromise can be made. It's not that never listen, I do listen, but sometimes I hope you listen to me as well. I did consider coming back earlier, if not I will not have been in such a dilemma as I am now. If i have dis-regarded your feelings, feelings of uneasiness will never have swept across me and make me lose sleep over this.

I have always been envious of friends able to have long talks with their mum. It's always you have no time for me or I have no time for you. Guess that's how society has make us to be. We have become so narrow-minded in our thinking and lives, that we centered everything around ourselves. I am guilty of that too. Hopefully, with this entry, you seek to understand me better and that I do care about what you think. Maybe next time, instead of being too emotional and ending off conversations with "up to you", I will be able to get a clearer idea of your underlying meaning.

Simply put, my wish has always been for you to be happy and proud of me.

Cheers
Jasmine

Procrastinating

With 2 days to my last paper of my master degree in Aus, instead of studying diligently, I am cracking my brain to try to blog. I know it has been some time since my last entry. Time flies so fast that I did not realise that as each day passes, it brings me closer to the end of my student life and also my life here in Sydney. It seems weird as I remembered the day in year 2005 as I walked past the customs of Changi Airport, waving good-byes to my family and friends. During that time, I was still pondering over my decision to change my path and lifestyle that seems all so good in the sunny island. Coldness swept over me when I first arrived in Sydney, it swept pass me again when I send my mum off in a cab to the airport to return back to the sunny island.

And with only a few weeks left, I am ready to leave this place I called home for the past 2 years. I am amazed at the speed I adapt to the change in surroundings, weather, lifestyle, etc. I know going back to Singapore will mean another round of changes that I have to face. As much as I hate changes, I knew I will overcome them and adapt to it once again.

For now, I just want to enjoy the last few weeks of my aussie life here. So studying, bludging, driving to random places, drinking, mackers, cooking and trying to poison my friends, facebooking, touring around and hopefully skiing before going back to eating char keow teow and carrot cake!!!

Joanna's surprised birthday party

Me & Theresa I think I can be the spokesperson for alcohol!

COMPEC BALL 2007

It was raining and the wind was going rooooooooooooooooooooo the whole night! A very cold night which makes going out of the house difficult. Cruise has to turn back to the harbour due to bad weather which is a good thing as I was starting to get sea sick half way through my main!

More photos are facebook

A day at Watsons Bay

Haha a fine of $150 for committing sucide at Watson's bay

Haha A private date at Watson's Bay for me and Ting. Thanks Ting for driving to all the random and yet beautiful places around Sydney. If not for you and your beloved Honda CRV, I will not have visited all these places. Thanks for being there for me throughout this semester, taking all the insults from me and put up with all the nonsense I did and yeah most importantly being my pet. I never knew why I always felt so comfortable and at ease around you. Thanks dear for being my friend.

Seems like I am back in the old school days when taking neo prints is the most fashionable thing to do

One Happy Day

This is going to be the last week of my student life. Surprisingly, this time the feeling differs vastly from that in year 2005 when I completed my degree from NTU. Guess I knew its the last time I am going on a last mintue dash for my assignments, the last time I can skip lectures when I feel like it, the last time of feeling the freedom as an unburdened student. I am glad for all that happened during the past 1 year and 10 months. Appreciated all the friends that bring me warmth in this practically foreign place. All the second thoughts and complaints about being in Sydney vanished as I went for my second last class of the week. I am really happy to be here and I guess no amount of money (earned by my other friends) can buy that over.

Really Happy Wiseman Trip photos

Cheers

Jas

Maybe

Maybe I could not help in one way or another, but the least I could do is to listen.

Something I just read

"If you had the chance, just one chance, to go back and fix what you did wrong in life, would you take it?"

Something to ponder about after reading "One more day"

Cheers
Jas