Happy Bithday To..Me.

I could so feel the love.

I was kind of expecting it, but not at this scale. It's exam season so i could understand the sacrifice that they made to tear themselves away from their books, to walk all the way, to just be here for an hour or so - to celebrate this humble homo sapien's birthday.
And the time spent on getting gifts too, when time seems to just slip away from our grasp the harder we try to hold on to it.

Lovely friends.
Thank you so much Ritz, Feli, Yee Bee, Shea Jiun, Shin Chee, Cheok Men, Woan Lin, Pei Shan, Kai Siang, Jo Lin, Sai Hong, Siu Gee, Popo, Yah Huei, Guek Kee, Chu Chu, Wendy, Mei Poh and Meng Hong!

Gifts to be hugged, photos to browse through and memories to be kept for all times.

It's times like these that I should imprint in my mind-to remind myself of the many blessings that I have, during desperate and lowly hours.

For now, it's getting a little late and I'm going to bed with an overflowing heart.

Exams? What exams?

sleepy afternoon

"What is most important to you in life, other than your family?"

I was put in a spot, forced to think about something that I've never thought of seriously; to place what is important to me in a ranking order. The moment I said it though, it just felt so right.

"To make a difference."

Shit, I sound so cliched.

But that's it really, I would die happy even if I was poor and dying of hunger if I know that I have done just that- to have lived, loved hard, and leaving a little of my soul behind. A little with my family, a little with those I've had the privilege to cross paths with and a little in the eyes of whom I've known all my life and who have known me, all their lives as well.

I've been thinking about me ( who else to think about?) these few days, during dreamy moments amidst the times of studying. I wonder about my strengths and weaknesses and wonder whether I've become stronger or in fact, weaker. I think about the possible events that have happened in my life that could have bring about a more feeble me, a me that doubts and hesitates.

Uncertainties.
Shrouding endlessly.

But I know I'm me, and there will never be another quite like me.
My quirks and madness and strengths and of course, weaknesses come together to represent this human being that is me.
I may never be perfect but those imperfections are perfectly pivotal to build this 50 kg (probably more) worth of flesh and blood.

Plus, hearing, seeing and holding kids who are less fortunate (in conventional sense-family, money, education) puts things into perspective. Makes you realize just how blardy fortunate some of us are.

And to worry about little things like perception and imperfections?
So, So silly.

I'm in the driver's seat, this is my life and what I make of it is wholly my doing.
May not necessarily be a Mercedez Benz but I'm one freaking cool kap chai motor.

*mumbles

It is 2.59 in the morning and papers are strewn all over my table. I should be wrapped under a warm blanket, sleeping but dread is stopping me in my tracks. The looming fear that is exams.
Sanity is getting a little bit harder to hold on to each day.

It is now 3.30 in the morning and there are still whispers in the night.
Clopidogrel as an antiplatelet.
What is the role of ADP on adenylyl cyclase activity leading to platelet aggregation?
Behold the power of google.

It's 3.39 a.m.
I'm not even halfway through...

God help us all.