Orders roti prata with coconut milk gravy, mua chi and heh bi hiam noodles...

I cannot say that life has been unkind; things have been coming along well, to be honest. True, essays and logic homework just keep streaming in ceaselessly no doubt, but it is all well-fulfilling. The more essays due, the more occasion to celebrate.

One of life's hardest lessons is learning patience for success.

Since my Paris trip last weekend (yeah, have to talk about that in another entry, with photos), we have had Chinese New Year go by, along with the Singsoc's belated Reunion dinner just couple of nights back in Birmingham. I was pleasantly surprised at the excellent turn-out and enthusiastic response, which made it a good evening.

Over the weekend, we also had some friends from down south Imperial College, to play floorball with the young Warwick team started by Singaporeans. It was an extremely competitive match, but we all had our fun. Floorball is one helluva game. I still cannot believe it I'm here, 13 hours away from home, playing so much more sports than I did back home, more liberty to make choices of my own; in fact, that which I deem the hardest part about being away: making choices and living with their consequences. That's life.

We, the production team of the play Singsoc is co-sponsoring "Endorian Dreams", just had a fulfilling meeting cum dinner this evening. It is always a pleasure to lead a team of dedicated members who are each leaders in their own rights.

Sia la, miss makan back home, miss the ang bao collections, the walks with the beloved along Esplanade, the mat rocks... The Malaysians are a way cool bunch, I'm starting to realise. :) Will start playing more badminton with them from now on.

Sigh...if only I can have more time to reading "The Economist", the interesting article on the cognitive and emotive mood of music and the library book that I renewed 9 times and still have yet to complete.

The seasons go by so quickly. One moment the squirrels were hibernating, the next I know they are scampering across that faithful window of mine. Spring is fast approaching. So are exams. So is the time to return home. But do I really need to go back to Singapore to be home?

Its Lent you know? It's so important, Lent. That gradual build-up towards the climatic Easter, which has been blessed for me and my family the past two years.

As yet another essay beckons, this time on ASEAN, and more logic to peel down my cranium walls -∃x (Cube(x) → Between(x, a, b))-, I'm turning in to yet another new Lenten day, a new Warwick week, a new experience that I lay claim on.

quote of the day: "to build up a store of good habits"

Uncle T