All wrapped up

1 paper down, 2 more to go! Woot, it’s the exam time again.

Just finished watching the last episode of Season 4 Friends, The one where Ross Gets Married. Ahh.. It’s so beautiful; the wedding, the romance, the love that hangs around..

Right, I need to get over this moonstricken dreaminess.  

Now I don’t feel like studying. One thing good about the exam period is, my school’s email account doesn’t get flooded by the rest of SMU.

Anyway, when I don’t feel like studying, one of the ways to get my mine settled is the repetitive, routine clicking of the mouse when uploading photos. So here they are, randoms again.

 
Fireworks within the white petals

A whole bunch of purple

Wispy streams

Mr Big Head lazing outside my window

The box boy! This smarty put the box over his head himself, and twisted it around so he can see through the plastic window.

And this little angel is learning to smile now.

Busy mommy, with both prying for her maternal affection.

hy’s niece! Her ’smile’ involves scrunching up her entire face.

The realisation of how many kids are around hits when you realise that your photo albums contain folders with individual kids’ name on them; “Hannah”, “Justin”, “Baby Ernest”, “Baby Ollie” and “Esther”.

And I miss you; see my face?

Birthday girl! Happy birthday Shar!

Silent nights..

I would think that everyone has this certain apprehension of being alone, sometime. Hy’s not with me tonight, Datou’s out as well, at 12am for that matter; I’m alone in my room, with my incessantly whirring fan, trying to get the writer’s block out of my head and get on with my bloody Creative Thinking essay. 1000 words, it’s just 1000 words and I’ve been staring at my screen for the past 4 hours, doing anything but that.

Random thoughts:
- Mariah Carey has an amazing range of vocal chords
- My fan’s whirring like the blades are going to fall out anytime soon. If they do fall out, will they cut through the metal wiring and cut my wooden platform?
- I need a new mattress. My back’s starting to feel stiff in the mornings.
- Why am I finding such difficulty in being creative for my essay?

Heh.. some of our posters for our Creative Thinking project

White socks, black socks.

laptop vs books

It’s not easy taking the photos. But with a good camera, photoshop and wonderful people.. the beauties emerge. I have to say, they’re good, aren’t they?? I’m so proud.

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We are all born into a society that encloses us into the little cage of our minds. We are all born to think that the only successful people are the high fliers; to think that we have to study to the brink of getting our brains fried to get into universities; and have our life’s goal to be having abundant wealth. It is like a precept modus operandi.

People work so hard to gain a stable hold for the future, but when future arrives, maybe it isn’t be that stable after all. I want to break out of this, but when serious contemplation strikes, I realised I don’t have the courage. There’s an uncertainty that the life I really want is a fantasy that doesn’t exist; that humans are supposed to work their asses off for wealth and the business suits. 

I remember complaining a hell lot when school first started. Complained about every single thing I could. That’s me, I suppose, reluctant to get out of my comfort zone; or maybe I was fighting against the life’s SOP everyone is made to follow. Studying, to me, used to be a fuel for my passion for the hospitality insustry, but here, studying seemed to be about getting fantastic grades. Passion? What passion? It’s all about the grades, baby.

See, I’m complaining once more.

In retrospect, I think, deep down, I am thankful for the beautiful campus that we have. School is becoming lesser of an alien territory; acqaintances are slowly becoming friends. The “hi”s are less cold, and smiles are warmer. Like Sooling said, maybe we are so familiar with the existing footprints in our hearts that we are reluctant to let the new ones tread.

Ah, anyway, have been using the camera lately

Oblivious

Peacock-ed Trishaw

Like a bowl of hot soup on rainy days

Singapore Arts Museum

The creative geniuses

 
My Creative Thinking project group

The ever famous SMU jump!

And there’s more!

SeekFong

HuiHui, Yuping

the guys.. Xihao, Jeremy, Jasper, Eugene. Marcus was missing.
They can jump VERY high..

the girls..

Yeah.. this is my mad CT group.
I like!

“His laughter sparkled like a splash of water in sunlight” Joseph Lelyveld

The woods was quiet; no birds chirping, no insects rustling among the shrubs. there was a pregnant silence that fills the entity around us, so much that we almost expected life to burst out in a clearing in front of us.

We walked, the only sound in the silence of the day. Walked, and took photos. Snapped away at any frame that seemed interesting; though all was just fallen twigs and leaves, brown and scaly tall trunks.

The air was cold against our faces, the cold seeped through my knitted sweater and I shivered, pulling my sweater closer to my unadapted body. I could feel my nose turning chilly, and anticipate a cold coming round. The air we breathed in felt raw and thin.

But, there was also a certain sense of peace. The kind of peace that envelops, and settles. We kissed, and continued up an unplanned route, walking to where the path led us to. A clearing; we set our bags down, and had lunch.

Surrounded by the cold, peaceful air, rolling hills and the evergreen trees.

Was daydreaming and doing some reminiscing during my creative thinking class today. Heh.

I love…

Photos from Louis’ birthday party are up..

Link:
www.picasaweb.google.com/renikaeth

I can see all the smiles from reminiscence already.. (=

How did we end up as such a knitted bunch of friends, I don’t know,
But now they’re a bunch of friends I know I cannot do without,
Everything we did together, it really seemed like we were made to be together,
The air that we feel with one another gives a feeling of familiarity; warmth; it is the kind of feeling your home gives you when you haven’t been back home for a long time. They make my day seem alot brighter than it had been for the entire week; being with them, I smiled wider than I’ve smiled for the days in my week combined. Better than just smile, I laughed, heartily.

Just look,
look at all our smiles.

Absence really makes our hearts grow fonder;
Here’s to our togetherness.

Battered

It’s these times that you wish that you don’t have to sleep for 24 hours a day.