Season is here

Presents from my sweet colleagues.

Let's celebrate!

再次

为什么要怕?

真不想让，

不想忍，

不想当作好像一切都没发生过。

到此为止吧。真的够了。

早上的问候

就这样，一滴一滴的。

一滴一滴地，又流了下来。

22 years old

So my 22nd birthday fell on the last day of my event -- SIGGRAPH Asia 2012. Frankly, I actually don't mind that much that I have to work, rather, it's nice to have a double celebration on that special day. 

To conclude, SIGGRAPH Asia 2012 ended finally. Not that it was a dreaded project, but that more than a year's work was just completed in 4 short days of conference and exhibition. We have already started on 2013's since September, with a fresh and attractive identity and I'm excited as to what the year ahead brings.

I love this project because it's really so interesting and I feel that I'm in a completely different universe onsite. Especially Art Gallery and Emerging Technologies, not to forget the Computer Animation Festival we've had. How interesting these things can be .. things outside my world. Well, I'm glad God had given me this project to work on. My honour.

To add on, my team actually surprised me with a cake and birthday card. It was sweet. Turns out my birthday was on 1st Dec, Jim's on 2nd, Wyatt's on 3rd. It was cool!

When the event concluded on the last hour, everything was torn down. 4 days ago, they were building up the structures and 4 days later, all were gone. Projects come and go, time just swings us by.

Got together with the our program committee and our very own organizing team for a sumptuous buffet dinner @ Shangri-La "The Line". 

And Shangri-La got us another surprise with a pretty birthday cake. Quickly dragged Wyatt and Jim together for a candle-blowing photo.

The night was sweet.

With Lindor's Chocolates

I almost couldn't make it through. I broke down. A friend came. Cried with me and encouraged me with her presence.

From Kux, to Me. My first smile. 
Genuine.

Tea in an Empty Cup

I'm feeling grumpy and I can't pinpoint any reasons as to why.

Well, if I carefully give it some thought, I'll definitely be able to dig up a whole chunk of things but that's just gonna strain my mood further. So, drop it.

Magnify not your problems -- Aye.

 

Anyway, I'm giving up my business trip to Germany (Colgne) next March.. It falls on my prelims period ;(

But fine because I just want to get this school thing done once and for all. No repeats. Fighting! I'm still aiming for my Aces. Not losing hope!

Mentality.

Sighs. I foresee many trips to countries lining up which I'll have to push away, GRUMPY max! No doubt those are for business.. I long for a holiday, for a break. At least get some mental rest.

Can Sundays be prolonged? Can there be no other days apart from Sundays? WHINES. Sundays are the only days I get to truly enjoy myself.

Perhaps, it's not the days. It's His presence.

I'll just find a way to fully receive my daily manna and utilize it. It never runs out.

Guard my mind

It's just a drizzle. I'm carrying my umbrella.

3 coloured lights

Definitely an indelible flashback - I had a car accident. 

Frankly, I wouldn't say it's minor, but happy to say that it wasn't major either. Most importantly, I give thanks for the frame of protection that was never lifted from me. And I say with perfect confidence that I am well protected.

Bestie was the first person who know of this and later that night when I got home from hospital, she surprised me with her presence and the thoughtfulness defined by a box of Royce chocolates with a sweetly written note of heartfelt concerns --- really touched.

Someone I would never ever want to lose.

18 October 2012, 12:32 Hrs

Passion drives

This is such a happy thing, a miracle in my sense.

Just by the thought of it makes my heart skip many beats, bringing smiles and excitement I could barely contain. And this is not something which just anyone could comprehend. It may be exaggerating to some, but I call this passion. 

I remember how lost I was, having a flame reignited deep within, yet it seemed so out of my reach when I think about it. I still daydream a lot, that one day I'll get to compete in a tournament.

I played Joel Osteen's messages over and over again, and I simply love the message of faith, hope and love it so kindly reveals. Yes, in the fact, everything may seem stagnant, still and unchanging, but prayers that departs from my mouth moves the hand of my creator. Angels go to work, dreams come to pass.

Indeed, in the natural, things may appear impossible. But I am not moved by what I see, I'm moved by what I know. And I know, I serve a supernatural God.

Every seed He puts in me, it will germinate. What He started, He will finish.

Non-believing friends might not understand, but one thing stands -- Christianity is not a religion. It is a relationship with our Father.

I dare to dream big, because I serve a big God. 

I'm not dreaming the dream; I'm living the dream.

You are recognised

So this unexpected call came, in the middle of my sleepy evening lecture, from a friend whom I sustain a somewhat rusty distance of friendship. 

This friend who exists in a separated realm, (of course unaware of my moodiness accumulated throughout these days), gave me a prank call with kind intentions of inviting me out on a Friday night.

I'd usually get mad if such pranks were played on me, making me worried over absurdly composed reasons, but today, it made me laugh instead. Perhaps it is absolutely wrong to laugh at a friend in "trouble", but his name kind of says it all.

On a serious note, I wonder if anyone would ever believe when this person raise his hand for help. But in any case, it was to my benefit anyway -- I laughed for the first time for what seemed like a long long time.

Chia Yao Wei, you live up to your name.

Throw the dart

Here, notes are being penned, conversations flowing and in somewhere unseen, wheels are spinning.

There, an oversight of an enigmatic atomic particle doesn't fail to take part in the competition, forming itself into a compound by stealth. Only when something triggered its edges did it show its existence, but might already be too late because I am looking at this tetris wall that has piled up in front of me.

Something so microscopic, yet so pernicious.

It's farcical how floating rainbow coloured bubbles in our imagination can change so abruptly to a discoloured imprint on a piece of wasted film.

"Trying hard to paint the colours back" is the only expression the moment could summon. I held up the palette on one hand contemplating on what colours I should clothe it with -- I suddenly forgot how it looked like minutes ago when it was still vivid.

I drop the brush.

Like the Fisherman

You don't have to meet certain people to fulfill your destiny.