Chinese New Year in Birmingham 9:57 pm

Mic croonin'...Dang, didn't catch Sumit AFTER.

Shuki courteously ensuring that Bryan's wishes of "kuai kuai zhang gao" came true. (ps. Shuks is way taller than I. Most things are)

Mars singing, I playing. Melayu some more!

Delene: Summer dress in winter. Ha.

And the peeps who made it all possible. Singsoc exec :)

Uncle T

I like the daffodils... 9:01 pm

Just look at my artistic photography. I should turn pro :)




The English sky, daffodils and a Chinois

Lovely crocus at Lakeside on campus. Love them.

Dr Gabby and I when his team came from London to play floorball.

Warwick teamtalk as we battled Imperial at floorball

As that one world leader picks up the environmental flag and waves it frantically to attempt to leave a legacy as he leaves office, headlines scream about environmental politics. We are getting warmer, so is this winter, so said BBC this morning, from the black box, which was on the crumbed table, in my flat kitchen.

But I'm enjoying the nicer side of the warmer winter; squishing about in winter's remains, amongst the daffodils, crocus and finches that are returning to their element.

Remeber that tree outside my room window? Its still there, standing. Once a low-branched, sturdy tree that was emerald-crowned, was battered during harsh winter nights, was tugged at by drunkards at silly hours, stood majestically bald during beautiful snow-fall, it is now slowly coming back to life. Still standing. What resilience.

I'll really be getting back to my World Politics essay. Its an interesting topic, at least for an unbecoming nerd that I am. ASEAN, the neighbourhood that we all lived in and never knew. Join me? Get to know ASEAN better. We only see its beauty after we've seen it from the outside.

Sumit made me feel real guilty. I'm such a poor Liverpool fan. I feel bad, cause its true. I'll have to be a better Scouser (see? I don't even know how to spell it la!).

85!!!!!! Whee! SHould have gotten 90. -_-

Uncle T

Orders kebabs. Yup, kebabs...

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,

where there is hatred, let me sow love...

...Grant that I may not

so much seek to be consoled as to console;

to be understood as to understand;

to be loved as to love.

Listening. One of the most difficult to do. Something we all take for granted in the noise fuzz of materialism and bass&drums of consumerism.

Listening. One of the most difficult to do. Especially in the deafening roar of our ego.

What am I doing about being a PPE student? I'm just merely a student taking 3 seperate majors. What does PPE hold for me, for the 60-odd of us? Let's hope more than what is.

Uncle T

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