Despite my theory that it's never a goodbye and we will all meet again, I had to say the hardest goodbye of all time today.
But then again, it did not go badly as I thought it would, thanks to the smile of the person to leave. There is no denial that I will be sad, yet I can keep a happy mind knowing she's happy with what she has chosen. :)
I hope to see you back, soon!
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
I made it!
As it is usually argued and told, a good song does need to have a variety of notes - bold, high, and low. People's lives, or at least my life, has been like that - probably partly because of the way I sign my name. My mother once said the signature will decide how one's life would be and it has been true to this moment.
I would love to write something big, long and slightly dramatic for today (evil grin :D), especially due to the way it happened to me - a day after one of the most awkward day of my life. But as you might have noticed, I am not a good writer and therefore I will keep it short and simple.
I made it through my 3 years of University with a First!!!
A lot more challenges are to come in due course. For now, I think I deserve a big break (as if I didn't have it already).
Thank you very much indeed for all your wishes, good lucks and prayers. Those really mean a lot to me.
I would love to write something big, long and slightly dramatic for today (evil grin :D), especially due to the way it happened to me - a day after one of the most awkward day of my life. But as you might have noticed, I am not a good writer and therefore I will keep it short and simple.
I made it through my 3 years of University with a First!!!
A lot more challenges are to come in due course. For now, I think I deserve a big break (as if I didn't have it already).
Thank you very much indeed for all your wishes, good lucks and prayers. Those really mean a lot to me.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
My most expensive Sunday
This morning, Exeter was greatly sunny - had been to be more precise/grammatically correct before I decided to have a rare day out without any certain agenda. But as soon as I stepped out, the sky turned rather cloudy, which was not ideal for my shots once again as if I ever had a series of good free days to take photos this year.
I walked slowly and wandered on my ordinary route to town, thinking where my next destination was for the day. I heard about a coffee place with great food a while ago, I haven't been to Exeter's Royal Albert Memorial Museum and Art Gallery since it reopened after years of refurbishment either, or even just a random walk around the Quay Side.
By now, you must have thought I am a guy who always stays in. Not exactly by nature but there have been certain non-negotiable circumstances.
Anyway, I ended up at the coffee place - Bills' cafe for a traditional British breakfast, which turned out to be the most expensive breakfast I have ever had for my own. It's not that I don't like to indulge myself with decent food, but I hardly or never do this on my own as I always have the need to save money for my technology obsession; moreover £7.95 for a coffee breakfast is really expensive with 10% service - ending up at £8.75???!!!
Though, the food was great and judging from the look of the menu and the surroundings, I could tell it is surprisingly healthy too (hopefully).
Having thought about coming to the Museum, I decided I can go there on common rainy day and should enjoy the sun as much as I can get. I walked to the Quay Side, with some music on and started to snap some photos of the swans.
And it's raining now, finally, hahaha :).
I walked slowly and wandered on my ordinary route to town, thinking where my next destination was for the day. I heard about a coffee place with great food a while ago, I haven't been to Exeter's Royal Albert Memorial Museum and Art Gallery since it reopened after years of refurbishment either, or even just a random walk around the Quay Side.
By now, you must have thought I am a guy who always stays in. Not exactly by nature but there have been certain non-negotiable circumstances.
Anyway, I ended up at the coffee place - Bills' cafe for a traditional British breakfast, which turned out to be the most expensive breakfast I have ever had for my own. It's not that I don't like to indulge myself with decent food, but I hardly or never do this on my own as I always have the need to save money for my technology obsession; moreover £7.95 for a coffee breakfast is really expensive with 10% service - ending up at £8.75???!!!
Though, the food was great and judging from the look of the menu and the surroundings, I could tell it is surprisingly healthy too (hopefully).
Having thought about coming to the Museum, I decided I can go there on common rainy day and should enjoy the sun as much as I can get. I walked to the Quay Side, with some music on and started to snap some photos of the swans.
And it's raining now, finally, hahaha :).
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Throwing
I haven't written much lately thanks to all the hassles I have created myself to my mind and some of them have presented themselves around this time of the year - goodbyes. I don't intend to talk much about the latter since I know it would take me hours to ramble about this particular subject, especially when I am so much so in fact attached to this place.
I ended this series of uneasy thoughts yesterday by starting my packing. Well, my parents won't be here for another 3 weeks, but I know when they are here it's not going to be a happy packing.
I started with boxes. I had kept a lot of boxes (if not all the boxes), from Amazon books, stuff I'd bought from eBay, from mom, etc. I tend to keep them all until the end of each year, and I will start giving them away to the recycle bins, except for those mom sent me. This year, I gave away all, even those from mom. Memories are not measured by the physical items you are keeping and holding on to, but by how much these little trivial things mean to you. I let them all out, and am getting ready to start a new turn at this place - an MSc (if I ever graduate) - a tad closer to the working life.
Then I went through a small bag of little paper items. These are bits of me from my travels, job opportunities, cards from others and cards to them, etc. Surely, a lot of things are in the bag and mounting up year by year, but the bag has never grown as fast as when I first started it. Less and less people are closely attached to me, yet certain people never leave.
- There are always traces to a certain person in the big city, and although she did promised to buy me birthday presents, I've never received any apart from those little "bánh su" - you know who you are ha!
- There are also traces to my international close friends.
- There are many things from my/our annual visits to/from my "prettiest friend".
- And there is mom. She's always there, through thick and thin, through arguments with her about job prospects or about my ex-ex-ex-ex-...-N girlfriends. I did find myself extremely annoyed at her at times and grew greatly defensive when the argument started about my "long long history". But again, she's still there, sending me Christmas gifts and cards (though most of them are just more pressure to my already heavy life). And thank you mom for talking to me as well as pulling me out (occasionally) because you really see through me and know what/who I would like at the end.
I ended this series of uneasy thoughts yesterday by starting my packing. Well, my parents won't be here for another 3 weeks, but I know when they are here it's not going to be a happy packing.
I started with boxes. I had kept a lot of boxes (if not all the boxes), from Amazon books, stuff I'd bought from eBay, from mom, etc. I tend to keep them all until the end of each year, and I will start giving them away to the recycle bins, except for those mom sent me. This year, I gave away all, even those from mom. Memories are not measured by the physical items you are keeping and holding on to, but by how much these little trivial things mean to you. I let them all out, and am getting ready to start a new turn at this place - an MSc (if I ever graduate) - a tad closer to the working life.
Then I went through a small bag of little paper items. These are bits of me from my travels, job opportunities, cards from others and cards to them, etc. Surely, a lot of things are in the bag and mounting up year by year, but the bag has never grown as fast as when I first started it. Less and less people are closely attached to me, yet certain people never leave.
- There are always traces to a certain person in the big city, and although she did promised to buy me birthday presents, I've never received any apart from those little "bánh su" - you know who you are ha!
- There are also traces to my international close friends.
- There are many things from my/our annual visits to/from my "prettiest friend".
- And there is mom. She's always there, through thick and thin, through arguments with her about job prospects or about my ex-ex-ex-ex-...-N girlfriends. I did find myself extremely annoyed at her at times and grew greatly defensive when the argument started about my "long long history". But again, she's still there, sending me Christmas gifts and cards (though most of them are just more pressure to my already heavy life). And thank you mom for talking to me as well as pulling me out (occasionally) because you really see through me and know what/who I would like at the end.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Some thoughts lately
In the world of too many "what ifs", I just happen to encounter the worst of all kinds. I took a step back from what has been going through my life in the past year, and I wondered.
What if, I had gone forward to say what I wanted to say.
What if, I could make it work for a long time.
I still remember the first time I watched Letters to Juliet, there was a line about "what if" that had put me in the pause for a while until yesterday.
But then again, what if I don't "what if". What would happen from now onwards? I guess, the answer is, we all have to do what we have to do and do whatever we can, then time will make the move itself. :)
What if, I had gone forward to say what I wanted to say.
What if, I could make it work for a long time.
I still remember the first time I watched Letters to Juliet, there was a line about "what if" that had put me in the pause for a while until yesterday.
But then again, what if I don't "what if". What would happen from now onwards? I guess, the answer is, we all have to do what we have to do and do whatever we can, then time will make the move itself. :)
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