I "kapok" this balloon sotong for my dear sotong. I realize if I type the event I was part of... pple from my unit will find this blog via google. So I won't blog about it here. Lots of things to say about the ugly Singaporeans I encountered there.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Echoes of yesterday
We had a small discussion on whether there is a purpose in recording in blogs the seemingly mundane events that had happened in the week.
The answer really lies in personal preference and lifestyle. For me, I find much comfort in the photos and nuggets of happy memories after a hard day's work. It is reminiscent of being in primary school, admiring my collection of stickers my sticker book made me happy. It is like a scrap book, a photo album, a diary, rolled into one.
These entries also remind me of the different facets and roles we play in our life. On a particularly hard week, they tell me of the love that I am blessed with, the life I have outside of work and the priorities that I have.
So looking through the pictures of families, of my pics with dear, times with friends it brings to mind so much more happy times with people I love but did not pen. And they lift me up.
It is also a reflective process; be it of ideas or opinions we have of issues at work or things personal. For instance, within seven months, the changes that happen to the people around me, in terms of health, looks, etc.
But above all, and I count my blessings, the love has remained constant, unfailing, uplifting. That God has for us, that we have for each other, that we share with our families, friends as well as that we passions we have and share.
The answer really lies in personal preference and lifestyle. For me, I find much comfort in the photos and nuggets of happy memories after a hard day's work. It is reminiscent of being in primary school, admiring my collection of stickers my sticker book made me happy. It is like a scrap book, a photo album, a diary, rolled into one.
These entries also remind me of the different facets and roles we play in our life. On a particularly hard week, they tell me of the love that I am blessed with, the life I have outside of work and the priorities that I have.
So looking through the pictures of families, of my pics with dear, times with friends it brings to mind so much more happy times with people I love but did not pen. And they lift me up.
It is also a reflective process; be it of ideas or opinions we have of issues at work or things personal. For instance, within seven months, the changes that happen to the people around me, in terms of health, looks, etc.
But above all, and I count my blessings, the love has remained constant, unfailing, uplifting. That God has for us, that we have for each other, that we share with our families, friends as well as that we passions we have and share.
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