True, I've been caught in a series of lousy tempest storms the past period. The paint peeling, my esteem seriously bruised. Nonetheless, I am thankful for the wonderful people who had been rallying around.
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A nice colleague kept me in thoughts when she sets out to buy "Singapore's best muffin". There were only two muffins in LK*'s doggie bag when she came back - one for me, and another for herself. It was nothing extraordinarily expensive or perhaps apparently effortless, but the thought spoke volume.
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The angel stranger wrote in his last email after my final paper: "will continue to keep you in thought and prayer." Though I am half-skeptical that it's probably sales talk, but still, those words gave comfort in a peculiar way. Somehow, he has got his way of making bleakness sound more encouraging than it really feels in the content of his mail, while placing in a perspective that cannot be accused as untrue. I wish I can be half as encouraging to another person too...
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Hong was the first to date me right after my papers - true to her promise that she will have time for me. We had a great weekend. Shopping, dinner and tea. (yea, it was in that order) There was also a little gift from her honeymoon trip. It was a pleasure just being in good company and chilling out.
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Despite my wallowing in self-pity, the world continues to spin.
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Even as I feel like hiding in a cave, not wanting evermore to see light or to take flight, God has placed people around me seemingly forming a draught under my wings. It tells me I've gotta get out of the dark dumps and glide again. That itself, is reason compelling enough to brave into the fresh gale once again. It is just so unfair that their efforts should come to naught.
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Well, I'm still uncertain if I might fall again. Not sure too if I'll be caught again should I fall. I am also unsure if I might even shatter my bones should there be a next time. (yes, that's the woes of the one with such little faith) But at least soldiering on gives me chips to bet on. Hiding in the cave gave me none at all. It will only have me wither away in the dark.
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So well, buckle up now and let's fly on.
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The Kind of Singaporean Student I am: 
The Mathematical Function I am: 
The Kind of Wine I am: 
The Car that fits me the best:
Being alone in a crowd makes me awkwardly self-conscious. I feel no anchor and it makes me spiritless. There was this queer feeling, and I was spooked by a unspoken dread. Oh boy, this is never what I had imagined life to be at this age....
