and just read Rachel's newest post. apparently she's in love too. albeit with different people.

i could sing of your LOVE forever

so life's been good, GOD has been good, amazingly, wonderfully mercifully good to me. i am blessed beyond my wildest dreams and beyond my most earnest prayers. so i love my job. i love my colleagues. i am loving the singapore experience (well, discounting being sandwiched in the mrt everyday with pushy aunties. my ability to shoot dirty looks is now so well-honed i think it can actually, very probably kill someone one day).

also, i am loving my newfound Hokkien powers of conversation. what could have been the worst day with 3 non-english speaking patients turned out to be the BEST day. such satisfaction being liberated from the fear of being unable to communicate.

so yeah, life's good. life's a peach. life's a bag of goodies everyday, its schweeet! GOD is amazing is he not? HE turns fears and apprehensions into blessings.

so i know i sound like i'm on moonshine but it really is the happy juice born of gratefulness to GOD. I am blessed by my Father above. apologies in advance for turning into one of those irrepressibly cheerful irritants.

working girl

so here i am in singapore. whoop dee doo. a brand new start, new friends to make. its terribly tedious making new friends, but reminding myself that at 22 i should be excited. I'm not. I dislike looking for new places to shop, to eat. i miss my reliable green grocer, always 5 minutes away on Thursdays and Saturdays. I have my habit, my routine. on the other hand, i am strangely not missing england at all, not one iota. Perhaps its part of my genetic makeup that refuses to allow me to wallow in nostalgia and sentiment.

anyway, work starts on Friday. If I truly believed in symbolism in every event, i would say it signals an end to true freedom, heralding my conformity to what society deems as part of "growing up" and actively contributing to the endless rat race of work. However, i am no such pessimist. I choose to view this as a mere phase in the run-up to Jesus return. Then I can have an eternal holiday with Jesus. yay!

here's praying everything will be alright at work. colleagues fine, patients fine, some eye-candy walking around to liven my day perhaps....sigh. one hopes.

The Onion Law- physically possible.

3 years of mother england is coming to an end. its amazing how a month of travelling around the UK and good company can erase every bad moment in the past 3 years. I cannot recall a single bad moment I've had here (you can be sure there were though!).

Anyway, I will miss the people more than anything else. The fact that they are only a skype call away is small consolation. Separated by a 7 hour time difference in a week's time (8 hours during winter), the word "soulmates" is not exclusive to lovers, it also extends to lifelong friends.

My summary of it is that the Onion Law stands true. People have many layers, like onions. The trick of it is to engage people in conversation because most people have interesting lives, be it a godly or ungodly life. My ability to peel onions (both literally and metaphorically), has improved, although I am regrettably still too quick to stereotype and dismiss people in general. You never know who God arranges you to meet. Case in point- my most enjoyable conversation so far was 2 hours talking to a very intelligent priest during an Irish wedding. On the outside, he looked like a turnip but inside that turnip contained a first-rate brain. If I wasn't seated next to him, I would have immediately dismissed him. Catholic priests are among the most notoriously stereotyped people in the world after all.

I'm so thankful to God for these 3 years, I can truly say His plans are marvellous, bemusing, complex and downright exciting. He has granted me lifelong friends who, although are still not ready for their salvation, yet have been a blessing from God Himself. And my prayer is that God will send more onions worthwhile peeling.

Roll on Singapore!

praise Yah

All glory be to Yahweh, God of my Salvation! First class honours in the bag!

woop woop! Graduation celebration! *opens up a bottle of bubbly*

chapter 3. closed.

I can finally say I am done with university forever. 3 years has flown and I've enjoyed most of it even the exams. woohoo!! now on to making actual money.

now am going to enjoy days of lazing around without feeling guilty or that i should be doing work! what a liberating feeling.

1 month to go till ireland ireland ireland!! woop woop

Graduation ball right after the final big exam. merdeka!

like zoobeer wasn't bad enough

If i ever have a kid or kids, I think I will give them irish names such as the ones below. Just to create a difficult childhood (because we all know that relentless childhood teasing builds character).

For the girl: Ailbhe/Eabha/Clodagh/Aoibheann/Aoife/Niamh

For the boy: Tadhg/Eoghan/Eoin/Diarmuid/Caoimhin

Barmy potato-eating people.