Hey all!
I can finally get internet access, it being my first day at work today! The weekend has been really interesting, but I can’ write much now…cuz I am supposed to be working. Must try to be a model-worker here=) Will go home tonight, and write everything in my ibook, and post it here tmr ok?
Man, the keyboard here is ganz anders…(v different)
Hey pa, ma and everyone, pls communicate to me through my tagboard, cuz I cannot read my email as it is not allowed on company computer.
Love you all lots! Wait for my next posting!
Love, Tings
Monday, April 18, 2005
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Hitler:The Shadow behind German Consciousness
I woke up after exactly 8 hours’ worth of sleep. Not because I was overly ‘fleissig’ or diligent, but because I had to use the loo. One should never underestimate the power of a cold toilet seat to wake one up from the sweetest dreams. It being only 5 in the morning, I puttered around the apartment, looking for something to do. Since the sun was already up so early, I went for a walk in the woods nearby, which turned into a jog, because the weather was much too cold to do anything otherwise. I love the forest. It is simply one of the most beautiful things in the world…the soft floor covered by dropped pine needles and cones, the tall, straight trees with the beautiful dark brown bark that makes the woods so mysterious; the budding blackberry bushes which will be wonderfully laden with delicious berries in autumn; the occasional bird or snail which risks giving you a greeting. And the wonderful thing is that they are all under the Landschaftsschutzgebiet, or protected areas. So these will have minimal human interference and will remain so, at least for the next 10 years.
Spring is a lovely season, so lovely that I don’t even mind the cold for once.
After doing some shopping for my poor fingers and for some breakfast (Turkish bread with honey, yum!) I spoke with my landlady regarding the handphone and adaptors. She would bring my HP to charge at her daughter’s house. I read from a guidebook about Dutzendteich, where the Nazis once planned to build monstrosities of buildings as their headquarters, and decided to explore that place.
Dutzendteich means “Dozen-lake”, and it is really a beautiful place, with swans and geese on the lake, places where people can skate-board, jog or ride their bikes, but the history of that place is terrifying, and engrossing. It amazes me, how real and how terrible Hitler’s power was, and I always wonder why have the people been so led by him? I have always thought of the truth behind those words: It is always easier to follow the crowd than to step aside to think differently, but it can’t just be that. The German Nation was a thinking nation then…it couldn’t have been possible for a crazy man to lead everyone astray just like that *snap*. The exhibition at the Dutzendteich Museum chronicles everything clearly and faithfully, and it just occurs to me that Hitler was perhaps the “luckiest” man in the world. He ALWAYS happens to be at the right place, at the right time, so that he could completely twist the popular ideologies then (Fascism, anti-communism, anti-republic) into a totally warped cult, which has the only main aim of making Hitler a god. Everything has the end purpose in glorifying Hitler, in making the individual seem small, and the state seem big, and Hitler, as the Fuehrer of the state and yet at the same time a ‘normal’ working-class man, larger than life and hence everything is a part of Hitler, or plays a part FOR Hitler. The plans the Nazis had for the place were humongous…they built a gigantic stadium to hold Hitler’s rallies, and places to house the people who were going for those rallies. (Nazis love to stage large events that make the individual negligible and the state and Hitler, everything.) The architecture of the building was to be long arched columns, which make the men small, and a large central stage for Hitler and his speeches. Hitler even built a 2 KM long ‘grosse Strasse” or Large Street, especially for the marching of the soldiers. The 2 km long strip was to connect the Reich to the Altstadt’s Castle, (you were supposed to be able to see the castle as you stand on one end of the strip) as to signify that Hitler’s Reich is one that connects back to the old, and would last forever. This still exists today, and all still laden with the granite from those days. Still in wunderbare condition. Amazing. The resources and technology used that time were truly something to be reckoned with.
Learned in the process of touring how to take the S-Bahn and how to navigate. Gar nicht schlecht, muss ich sagen (Not bad at all, I must say.)
Alright, must go to sleep now, will try to load these two entries in Siemens tomorrow. Just in case my family does not know that I can only use my blog, can someone who knows them or my home number just help me give them a call? And dear boon/jie, please post something on the tagboard to show that you all know, ok?
Love ya lots!!
Ting =)
Spring is a lovely season, so lovely that I don’t even mind the cold for once.
After doing some shopping for my poor fingers and for some breakfast (Turkish bread with honey, yum!) I spoke with my landlady regarding the handphone and adaptors. She would bring my HP to charge at her daughter’s house. I read from a guidebook about Dutzendteich, where the Nazis once planned to build monstrosities of buildings as their headquarters, and decided to explore that place.
Dutzendteich means “Dozen-lake”, and it is really a beautiful place, with swans and geese on the lake, places where people can skate-board, jog or ride their bikes, but the history of that place is terrifying, and engrossing. It amazes me, how real and how terrible Hitler’s power was, and I always wonder why have the people been so led by him? I have always thought of the truth behind those words: It is always easier to follow the crowd than to step aside to think differently, but it can’t just be that. The German Nation was a thinking nation then…it couldn’t have been possible for a crazy man to lead everyone astray just like that *snap*. The exhibition at the Dutzendteich Museum chronicles everything clearly and faithfully, and it just occurs to me that Hitler was perhaps the “luckiest” man in the world. He ALWAYS happens to be at the right place, at the right time, so that he could completely twist the popular ideologies then (Fascism, anti-communism, anti-republic) into a totally warped cult, which has the only main aim of making Hitler a god. Everything has the end purpose in glorifying Hitler, in making the individual seem small, and the state seem big, and Hitler, as the Fuehrer of the state and yet at the same time a ‘normal’ working-class man, larger than life and hence everything is a part of Hitler, or plays a part FOR Hitler. The plans the Nazis had for the place were humongous…they built a gigantic stadium to hold Hitler’s rallies, and places to house the people who were going for those rallies. (Nazis love to stage large events that make the individual negligible and the state and Hitler, everything.) The architecture of the building was to be long arched columns, which make the men small, and a large central stage for Hitler and his speeches. Hitler even built a 2 KM long ‘grosse Strasse” or Large Street, especially for the marching of the soldiers. The 2 km long strip was to connect the Reich to the Altstadt’s Castle, (you were supposed to be able to see the castle as you stand on one end of the strip) as to signify that Hitler’s Reich is one that connects back to the old, and would last forever. This still exists today, and all still laden with the granite from those days. Still in wunderbare condition. Amazing. The resources and technology used that time were truly something to be reckoned with.
Learned in the process of touring how to take the S-Bahn and how to navigate. Gar nicht schlecht, muss ich sagen (Not bad at all, I must say.)
Alright, must go to sleep now, will try to load these two entries in Siemens tomorrow. Just in case my family does not know that I can only use my blog, can someone who knows them or my home number just help me give them a call? And dear boon/jie, please post something on the tagboard to show that you all know, ok?
Love ya lots!!
Ting =)
Friday, April 15, 2005
Germany:The Land of Opposites!
15. April 2005
Hey all!
Here’s to all those who think that being totally independent is something great: It is indeed a great feeling, to be fully responsible for yourself and to have so-called ‘freedom’, but trust me, it is very SCARY. Especially in a strange land, like Germany, where many things work in opposites.
Let me describe my first day here in Germany...
I came to the Frankfurt Airport, and congratulated myself as being smart enough to find the right gate, as I thought. Thus I sat down to enjoy the wonderful sunrise (will load it in once I have the time and know how to) Nearing the Boarding time, I thought it strange that no one was at the gate. So having picked my choice of free newspapers at the airport, I gathered my stuff, walked up and asked one of the staff. She was friendly, and told me that I was at the wrong gate; the airport has changed the gate. So a little worried but not alarmed, I went on my way to find the gate. Suddenly the lady I asked ran up to me, and said,”Tut mir leid, aber Ihr Flug wird ganz bald fliegen, also muessen Sie sich beeilen. Schnell rennen.” (translation: I am sorry, but your flight is leaving soon, so you must hurry. Run quickly!) So imagine me with both large handluggages, my newspapers and my windbreaker, running through people, saying “entschuldigung” all the time…and this is through Frankfurt Airport, a monstrosity of an airport. There are millions of gates to navigate, and the long colourful tunnel (remember the one we went through on our way to the choir Olympics?) full of people just taking their time to go somewhere. The many couples and elderly people I had to rush past and say sorry to, and finally I arrived at a gate, that led me to…a BUS. Frankly, I panicked, until I saw the sign: Zum Flug LH 770.
The airport was so large that it took the bus about 10 min to take us to the plane, and we alighted the bus, and boarded the plane. It is like in those movies, in which the president alights the plane and waves to the people, where there is a stairway that takes you up the plane, so what we need is a little imagination=) The great, important ting (haha!) moves up the stairs gracefully, smiling graciously to her people…and runs right smack into reality, with the loud droning of engines and the bitterly cold wind. *Here I must really thank the inventor of the windbreaker, it has saved my skin, literally, many, many times.
I met with a very nice couple on the plane, who offered to bring me to the Hauptbahnhof (howpt-bah-n-ho-f) where I could find my way to my apartment, in case my colleague did not receive my email saying that I would be arriving earlier. (I met many nice people on my flight, one of which is the Ukrainian guy who sat next to me. He came from New Zealand-right on the other side of the globe from Ukraine!- and is an electronic engineer, while many other New Zealanders are farmers…quite the opposites guy, isn’t he? Learnt quite a lot about New Zealand from him…like if you take the population of sheep and divide by that of the people, everyone has an average of 10 sheep.)
So, I reached the Nuremberg (or Nuernberg) airport, and no one was there to pick me up. But with some phone calls and all, I got picked up by my colleague, a Chinese called Mr Sun Yi. (Sunny, see, I knew you would be with me in spirit!) He is in his 5th year at the Nuernberg-Erlangen Universitaet, and he drove me to his hostel where he lived with his girlfriend. So the first ‘real’ language I conversed in in Germany was CHINESE. No one can blame me for getting my bearings wrong… Anyway, we went to their university later on, and I got to see the library there. Seriously, nothing is as bad as those horror stories I have heard of German Universities. And you know something? Germany really has a very international selection of students. Alone in Nuernberg there are thousands of Chinese students, and many Chinese businessmen. Also, bin ich in China, oder was?
I finally got checked in my apartment. And it is really a big apartment. I have
- A kitchen with everything you need to cook
- A Dining room with an antique cupboard, radio, fridge
- A Bedroom, complete with sofa, a TV with cable that gives you 30 + channels
- A Terrasse, or terrace, with a table and space to hang out my clothes
- A Garden, with a cherry tree that is in full bloom right now and will give me lots of cherries in June.
And ALL these for me alone, alles fuer mich allein, ganz, ganz allein.
What more can a girl wish for?
Yep, one only thing, I guess…an internet connection.
Thus I set off to unpack my things, and found out that, surprise! All the sockets and adaptors that I brought from Singapore cannot work, although they are 2-pin plugs, because the sockets in Germany sink into a circular hole which has a really funny shape. Being desperate, I wracked my brains (not many of them by then cuz I hadn’t slept for about 30+ hours), and found out that being a small town, my town (Altenfurt) does not sell any elektronishe Sachen. So I tried fixing the adaptors on my own, without a screwdriver, thus I used my kitchen knives. Let me just advise anyone who tries to do that NEVER to do that. I ended cutting myself two times, twice so deep that I used up my supply of handiplasts and had to buy more. And antiseptic lotion too. It is rather funny when you think back on it…two large bandaged fingers for the eyes of all those people to whom I asked questions. You see the same questions reflected back in their eyes: What on earth has this girl tried to do?
The next boo-boo (is that the correct word for it?) or mistake I made was to close my room door. I had the keys, but I just could not open the door, even if I pushed on it with my entire strength. My landlady had to go to her daughter’s house, so it wouldn’t have been nice to disturb her with a mediocre question like,” Entschuldigen Sie bitte, ich weis nicht, wie ich die Tuer oeffnen kann.” (Translation: Excuse me, I don’t know how to open the d*** door.”) Thus hoping that I would go for lunch and coming back to find out that it was all a very bad daydream, I went out to get a Doener, came back, sat outside my room door to eat, and all the time I was thinking: How comical. Here I am, with the keys to the door, nevertheless I am still locked out of my apartment. After I feel the strength from the Doener come back to me again, the door was, as expected, still locked. Out of desperation, I called my landlady, who told me to look for her sister, who was her neighbour. The good-natured old lady came in smiling friendlily, then she did a strange thing: she pulled the handle, which held fast, while turning the key, and then pushed the door open. WOW. The land of opposites…to open a door that opens inside, you pull it, and not push. Apparently it is ganz anders (holly different) in Winter, then you can just push the door open. Uh-huh..
I wanted to travel to the Altstadt (historical city-centre), but I guess I was just too overwhelmed by all these in one really long day (which lasted about 40 hours!)
So, all these in a day’s work. Frankly, I thought I wasn’t bad at all. I survived. Or is this the famous “Ah-Q” spirit?
Hey all!
Here’s to all those who think that being totally independent is something great: It is indeed a great feeling, to be fully responsible for yourself and to have so-called ‘freedom’, but trust me, it is very SCARY. Especially in a strange land, like Germany, where many things work in opposites.
Let me describe my first day here in Germany...
I came to the Frankfurt Airport, and congratulated myself as being smart enough to find the right gate, as I thought. Thus I sat down to enjoy the wonderful sunrise (will load it in once I have the time and know how to) Nearing the Boarding time, I thought it strange that no one was at the gate. So having picked my choice of free newspapers at the airport, I gathered my stuff, walked up and asked one of the staff. She was friendly, and told me that I was at the wrong gate; the airport has changed the gate. So a little worried but not alarmed, I went on my way to find the gate. Suddenly the lady I asked ran up to me, and said,”Tut mir leid, aber Ihr Flug wird ganz bald fliegen, also muessen Sie sich beeilen. Schnell rennen.” (translation: I am sorry, but your flight is leaving soon, so you must hurry. Run quickly!) So imagine me with both large handluggages, my newspapers and my windbreaker, running through people, saying “entschuldigung” all the time…and this is through Frankfurt Airport, a monstrosity of an airport. There are millions of gates to navigate, and the long colourful tunnel (remember the one we went through on our way to the choir Olympics?) full of people just taking their time to go somewhere. The many couples and elderly people I had to rush past and say sorry to, and finally I arrived at a gate, that led me to…a BUS. Frankly, I panicked, until I saw the sign: Zum Flug LH 770.
The airport was so large that it took the bus about 10 min to take us to the plane, and we alighted the bus, and boarded the plane. It is like in those movies, in which the president alights the plane and waves to the people, where there is a stairway that takes you up the plane, so what we need is a little imagination=) The great, important ting (haha!) moves up the stairs gracefully, smiling graciously to her people…and runs right smack into reality, with the loud droning of engines and the bitterly cold wind. *Here I must really thank the inventor of the windbreaker, it has saved my skin, literally, many, many times.
I met with a very nice couple on the plane, who offered to bring me to the Hauptbahnhof (howpt-bah-n-ho-f) where I could find my way to my apartment, in case my colleague did not receive my email saying that I would be arriving earlier. (I met many nice people on my flight, one of which is the Ukrainian guy who sat next to me. He came from New Zealand-right on the other side of the globe from Ukraine!- and is an electronic engineer, while many other New Zealanders are farmers…quite the opposites guy, isn’t he? Learnt quite a lot about New Zealand from him…like if you take the population of sheep and divide by that of the people, everyone has an average of 10 sheep.)
So, I reached the Nuremberg (or Nuernberg) airport, and no one was there to pick me up. But with some phone calls and all, I got picked up by my colleague, a Chinese called Mr Sun Yi. (Sunny, see, I knew you would be with me in spirit!) He is in his 5th year at the Nuernberg-Erlangen Universitaet, and he drove me to his hostel where he lived with his girlfriend. So the first ‘real’ language I conversed in in Germany was CHINESE. No one can blame me for getting my bearings wrong… Anyway, we went to their university later on, and I got to see the library there. Seriously, nothing is as bad as those horror stories I have heard of German Universities. And you know something? Germany really has a very international selection of students. Alone in Nuernberg there are thousands of Chinese students, and many Chinese businessmen. Also, bin ich in China, oder was?
I finally got checked in my apartment. And it is really a big apartment. I have
- A kitchen with everything you need to cook
- A Dining room with an antique cupboard, radio, fridge
- A Bedroom, complete with sofa, a TV with cable that gives you 30 + channels
- A Terrasse, or terrace, with a table and space to hang out my clothes
- A Garden, with a cherry tree that is in full bloom right now and will give me lots of cherries in June.
And ALL these for me alone, alles fuer mich allein, ganz, ganz allein.
What more can a girl wish for?
Yep, one only thing, I guess…an internet connection.
Thus I set off to unpack my things, and found out that, surprise! All the sockets and adaptors that I brought from Singapore cannot work, although they are 2-pin plugs, because the sockets in Germany sink into a circular hole which has a really funny shape. Being desperate, I wracked my brains (not many of them by then cuz I hadn’t slept for about 30+ hours), and found out that being a small town, my town (Altenfurt) does not sell any elektronishe Sachen. So I tried fixing the adaptors on my own, without a screwdriver, thus I used my kitchen knives. Let me just advise anyone who tries to do that NEVER to do that. I ended cutting myself two times, twice so deep that I used up my supply of handiplasts and had to buy more. And antiseptic lotion too. It is rather funny when you think back on it…two large bandaged fingers for the eyes of all those people to whom I asked questions. You see the same questions reflected back in their eyes: What on earth has this girl tried to do?
The next boo-boo (is that the correct word for it?) or mistake I made was to close my room door. I had the keys, but I just could not open the door, even if I pushed on it with my entire strength. My landlady had to go to her daughter’s house, so it wouldn’t have been nice to disturb her with a mediocre question like,” Entschuldigen Sie bitte, ich weis nicht, wie ich die Tuer oeffnen kann.” (Translation: Excuse me, I don’t know how to open the d*** door.”) Thus hoping that I would go for lunch and coming back to find out that it was all a very bad daydream, I went out to get a Doener, came back, sat outside my room door to eat, and all the time I was thinking: How comical. Here I am, with the keys to the door, nevertheless I am still locked out of my apartment. After I feel the strength from the Doener come back to me again, the door was, as expected, still locked. Out of desperation, I called my landlady, who told me to look for her sister, who was her neighbour. The good-natured old lady came in smiling friendlily, then she did a strange thing: she pulled the handle, which held fast, while turning the key, and then pushed the door open. WOW. The land of opposites…to open a door that opens inside, you pull it, and not push. Apparently it is ganz anders (holly different) in Winter, then you can just push the door open. Uh-huh..
I wanted to travel to the Altstadt (historical city-centre), but I guess I was just too overwhelmed by all these in one really long day (which lasted about 40 hours!)
So, all these in a day’s work. Frankly, I thought I wasn’t bad at all. I survived. Or is this the famous “Ah-Q” spirit?
Saturday, April 09, 2005
start of it all
Hey all,
Just started my blog today, after a long, tiring day. =) It is frankly rather exciting, to be posting your thoughts online where everyone can see it, and sometimes I will find myself at a loss for words to say, because you won't know exactly how much you can say, or how to draw the line at what you cannot say.
Anyway, the purpose of this blog is to update all of my loved ones on what I am doing, my thoughts of some stuff and all, and you are definitely welcome to leave messages, especially if they are reactions to some of my opinions...I would love to hear alternative views=)
I walked through Macritchie today with Sunny, and we walked all the way through from the entrance at Lornie Road to Bukit Timah Nature Reserve, then we lost our way somewhere and exited at Swiss Club Road, which was about 16 km in all=) I have to say something about the beauty of our nature reserves here, because seriously I think they are one of the most under-appreciated resources we have here in Singapore. Throughout the entire journey, we were surprised by so many varieties of plants, leaves, flowers, sights and smells (of the flowers, though unfortunately there were cars in some stretches of the road.) We saw this amazing blue butterfly/moth which had a white 'tail' the end of each wing. It is such a joy to just perch on a log and watch these beautiful insects land on blades of grass with their wings folded up at first, and then to slowly open up to expose their beauty. We even had the good fortune to see a moth, shaped like a dead leaf, fly across our path, and perch on a plant just as though it is a part of it! And a brown, 1 m long lizard crossing our path with a determination and drive that was comical: it had its head down, and was staring straight at the road ahead of him, like he was never going to be daunted by any fellow traveller in the course of his journey, and just snaked across steadily. Two Cockatoos too(sorry for the pun), released by bored pet owners, make their presence known to all inhabitants of the rainforest with their piercing caw.
It was not all that physically exhausting though, because we even had time and energy to watch Vin Diesel afterwards. Frankly I think the movie is crap, just some rather slapstick humour, some even quite er...propagandistic? Or should we use the word, racist? Because as usual, the bad guys are North Korean Communists who are trying to steal US state secrets, for the perpetuation of their own nuclear weapons. I mean, how much more cliched can it get? One of my friends said," I am glad that they were not chinese," which made me grin at the unlikely prospect of it all, for which movie director wouldn't know the importance of cordial ties between US and China? But upon consideration, what if the movie producers did feature them as Chinese? Would we, Singaporean chinese, still watch and laugh, in the public's blind consumption of all things western and american? Perhaps I am being rather harsh in my judgement here, or thinking too much, for as they say, it is only a movie, and a comic one at that. Perhaps the greatest strength of a person, or of a people, is the ability to look at themselves, the stereotypes, and just to laugh it off as something totally ridiculous, or laugh at it as a reminder of some weaknesses.
Had a birthday celebration cum farewell party at home after that. Am dead-beat, but I am ever thankful for this wonderful lot of friends. Truly I have been blessed with many good friends, and i am just ever so glad to have them. Friends to do things with, to talk things out with, to get advice from, to comfort, to care for...these are all life's treasures. Frankly, Friends Forever is an ideal, that we can rarely reach to. However, that little time in one's life when you get to know a friend, to influence and touch him/her, and vice versa, is already a wonderful gift, which is something that one would treasure even more, especially when one realises the transience of this form of love.
Darn, I tend to spout out too much when I am writing, so chang2 qi4. But would just like to end off with this last message, to remind myself sometimes, if I ever forget...
"Friendship is transient, no matter how true it is. People may change, move to other places, or you may simply lose touch. Understand this, know this, and cherish all opportunities of maintaining this tenuous relationship..."
That's a leetlesometing for us to think about=)
Just started my blog today, after a long, tiring day. =) It is frankly rather exciting, to be posting your thoughts online where everyone can see it, and sometimes I will find myself at a loss for words to say, because you won't know exactly how much you can say, or how to draw the line at what you cannot say.
Anyway, the purpose of this blog is to update all of my loved ones on what I am doing, my thoughts of some stuff and all, and you are definitely welcome to leave messages, especially if they are reactions to some of my opinions...I would love to hear alternative views=)
I walked through Macritchie today with Sunny, and we walked all the way through from the entrance at Lornie Road to Bukit Timah Nature Reserve, then we lost our way somewhere and exited at Swiss Club Road, which was about 16 km in all=) I have to say something about the beauty of our nature reserves here, because seriously I think they are one of the most under-appreciated resources we have here in Singapore. Throughout the entire journey, we were surprised by so many varieties of plants, leaves, flowers, sights and smells (of the flowers, though unfortunately there were cars in some stretches of the road.) We saw this amazing blue butterfly/moth which had a white 'tail' the end of each wing. It is such a joy to just perch on a log and watch these beautiful insects land on blades of grass with their wings folded up at first, and then to slowly open up to expose their beauty. We even had the good fortune to see a moth, shaped like a dead leaf, fly across our path, and perch on a plant just as though it is a part of it! And a brown, 1 m long lizard crossing our path with a determination and drive that was comical: it had its head down, and was staring straight at the road ahead of him, like he was never going to be daunted by any fellow traveller in the course of his journey, and just snaked across steadily. Two Cockatoos too(sorry for the pun), released by bored pet owners, make their presence known to all inhabitants of the rainforest with their piercing caw.
It was not all that physically exhausting though, because we even had time and energy to watch Vin Diesel afterwards. Frankly I think the movie is crap, just some rather slapstick humour, some even quite er...propagandistic? Or should we use the word, racist? Because as usual, the bad guys are North Korean Communists who are trying to steal US state secrets, for the perpetuation of their own nuclear weapons. I mean, how much more cliched can it get? One of my friends said," I am glad that they were not chinese," which made me grin at the unlikely prospect of it all, for which movie director wouldn't know the importance of cordial ties between US and China? But upon consideration, what if the movie producers did feature them as Chinese? Would we, Singaporean chinese, still watch and laugh, in the public's blind consumption of all things western and american? Perhaps I am being rather harsh in my judgement here, or thinking too much, for as they say, it is only a movie, and a comic one at that. Perhaps the greatest strength of a person, or of a people, is the ability to look at themselves, the stereotypes, and just to laugh it off as something totally ridiculous, or laugh at it as a reminder of some weaknesses.
Had a birthday celebration cum farewell party at home after that. Am dead-beat, but I am ever thankful for this wonderful lot of friends. Truly I have been blessed with many good friends, and i am just ever so glad to have them. Friends to do things with, to talk things out with, to get advice from, to comfort, to care for...these are all life's treasures. Frankly, Friends Forever is an ideal, that we can rarely reach to. However, that little time in one's life when you get to know a friend, to influence and touch him/her, and vice versa, is already a wonderful gift, which is something that one would treasure even more, especially when one realises the transience of this form of love.
Darn, I tend to spout out too much when I am writing, so chang2 qi4. But would just like to end off with this last message, to remind myself sometimes, if I ever forget...
"Friendship is transient, no matter how true it is. People may change, move to other places, or you may simply lose touch. Understand this, know this, and cherish all opportunities of maintaining this tenuous relationship..."
That's a leetlesometing for us to think about=)
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