TVXQ! ...

Thought I wouldn't get it, but FW finally called me in the morning yesterday to ask whether I can go for the job. My first ever PT job: to work as operating room crew at TVXQ's concert! Something which I have been longing for long.

However, the job didn't seem as busy or 'fun' as expected, since I was put under operating room crew instead of backstage crew, who were much more busy running around bringing stuff here and there. I'd rather be the busy one, while some other people prefer my place which required me to stay guard in the air-conditioned operating room. And the fact that I was shivering there.. hah~

Anyway, the job was easy, to mark down things going in and out of the room, to clean up the room after the concert. But sitting around can be quite tiring too.. hah~ Stayed there til almost 1am, missed out the supper treat given by the boss.

my pass


backstage
(looked small but heard that the stage was huge)

YZ's Birthday

It's time for this gurl to get 'the key'. A bbq party for her 21st year on this earth.

My first taste of Tiramisu!


The best bbq chicken I've ever had


Side dish.. Thai noodles


dessert.. caramel custard! yummy~

Except for the cake, everything else is home-cooked! hah~

Fate

The meaning of fate. And the amazement of fate.

Found through the internet a long-lost friend who was a classmate back during the times of in Beijing. [The power of internet. Hah~] A gurl from Zambia whom I knew for a year or two but only became true friends for less than half the time. Reminded of those crazy moments then.. especially the craze over BSB...haha...

Over the years I have been meeting new people, but the personality of me has often been an obstacle to really get to know people. And often, it's only after a long time when I discover those who are special to me, those who are somewhat 'spiritually connected' with me. Like this Zambian friend. Like Kathleen.

And sometimes, it only happens too late.

The three friends in life: lost, regret, treasure. These three things never seem to come together. It is after you lose a special someone or something, you regret over it, and you will treasure every other moment you have it. Somehow, I am still trapped within this maze. How would I cross my border to reach out this complicated society? How would I know when I would meet a special someone?

It still depends on fate.

Dreamz

Read an article on a Chinese paper, commenting on the space mission dream…

Huh…but what… Fancy spending thousands of the people’s money to buy an unusable spacecraft which the first ‘angkasawan’ has used to come back to Earth surface. It’s funny how we are taking the shortcuts when others are working their way from the basics. Fancy the first angkasawan wanting to leave the space mission right after enjoying the trip to the ISS with the reason to GET MARRIED. The fact that his own personal NEEDS are so much more important than a government mission. Then why sign up with the mission in the first place when you know you will cabut before it ends? Have some heart…

The grand dream of the leaders against the little dream of a lil someone… here. The grand dream of exploring the space against my ambition-turned-dream of studying architecture. The grand dream which is much anticipated by the people against my dream which is heard by no one. The grand dream which was supported financially by the tax payers against my dream which cannot be achieved by a mere little scholarship. The grand which seems so real (yet quite untrue) and my dream which can only remain as a dream.

Well, the unfairness of the world. How I see other people taking for granted of the little or huge nice things that they have, while some other people are struggling to survive with whatever they have. And probably because of this, the latter often are more able survive in critical moments, and that’s when the former might just sit and cry.

It isn’t always a bad thing to walk the long way before arriving at the destination. It’s how you walk the journey that matters more. And never be afraid to start from the basic. Everyone has his/her first time. As long as it’s a thing to the norm of the society.