It's been a long long time...

since I've last blogged. I simply didn't feel like blogging at all. I've been so busy with schoolwork, trying to finish everything before the deadlines. To be honest, I became so stressed that I think a suffer a case of mild depression. Till now, I am trying hard not to feel depressed, to not let the fear of depression overcome me. Thank God for LG mates and Allison, who have been praying for and with me, and especially for Sayang, who has constantly been around for me. I really hope all these will be over soon.

On a happier note, I have been able to complete an exam and done much studying despite the stress. I hope things will get better. I can't wait to graduate and get married to my beloved Sayang! *blushes*  

Wow...I've not updated for so long! I didn't even know my blogskin is so gone. Haha. So, I've changed it to a much simpler and plain one. :)

Hmm. I think I've forgotten how to blog now, a bit rusty. Oh! There's something I want to say though. I'm done with reading Pastor Larry's book - " I never asked to be a pastor's kid " ! It's an awesome read. I feel so inspired after reading it, so amazed with what God has done in Pastor's life, and how he has faithfully followed God's plan to carry out his duties. Thank God he listened to the holy spirit, or else I wouldn't have found my spiritual family. I want to be a faithful child of God, with senseless faith, just believing in Him to guide me in my path, to do His will.

Last week, I failed my shooting test. I was so sad that I almost cried on the spot. I held in my tears, because I didn't want to cry in front of my squadmates. Plus, how can someone who wants to be a POLICE OFFICER cries just because she failed a test?! I was devestated, I have never failed anything in my training so far, and I daresay that I've been doing well. So, naturally, my ego was bruisd. However, I was immediately reminded of the book and I began to let go, realising that God has a reason for what He does. I began to thank God for letting me fail, for allowing this failed attempt to humble me. I trust that if it's meant to be, it's will happen. I was filled with peace after that. I was no longer sad. At the same time, one of my squadmate was telling us about her PDT, how she has gone for so many tests, yet she is still called back to retrain. She felt quite bad about it. Again, I start to realise that my situation's not that bad after all. I failed only once, but she has spent a few months retraining, but still has yet to clear the PDT test. Of course, I'm not trying to use her example to make myself feel better, but I felt that was a slap in my face, to make me stop complaining and wallow in my own misery.

A lesson learnt. :)

Ayush Mahesh Khedekar

' Slumdog Millionaire' is an awesome movie! I'm so glad I got to watch it! Now, I wish I can visit India one day. The movie gave me insights into the lives of Indians, their culture and their lifestyles. Often, we would look at India and think of it as a third world country and criticise how unsafe it is, citing examples of foreigners being robbed or cheated on a holiday there. After watching 'Slumdog Millionaire', I began to empathise with the kids in India, understanding that sometimes, their actions are done out of situations. I'm not saying that they're doing the right thing or that the whole of India is like that. I'm just saying that maybe, we should stand in their shoes and think of their situation before we criticise or stereotype anybody. I like the idea of how Jamal became a millionaire, because it is written, and not because he cheated. God loves everyone equally and who says only the rich have intelligence? That's only the arrogant and cocky thinking of some snobs, who think that money makes the world goes round. Ignorant fellows, I must say. Truly, 'Slumdog Millionaire' is a movie worth watching, it triggers off thoughts, made you feel happy you've watched it. I love such movies! Definitely not like other movies, where you walked out of the cinema, thinking you could have spent the time doing something else instead.

I think Ayush who acted as youngest Jamal is so adorable!!!!:D

I have a dream, to travel around the world, to help people, to impact their lives in one way or another. :)

I dreamt that Amin ignored me because he was unhappy that I disturbed him during SDI days, when I thought he didn't mind. He barely talked to me, yet chose to talk to someone that I didn't really like. I was so upset, I cried, in the dream..haha. I woke up and texted him about it. Haha. He assured me that it's just a silly dream. Hee. I miss my SDI gang once again.:)

I'm exhausted..extremely tired. Okay, so I've been trying to juggle work, studies and VSC training at the same time, it's weighing down on me. I find myself losing motivation to work and to study. Correct that, I simply refused to do my homework, for lack of discipline or that I'm so tired when I reach home, that I just want to rest and relax, engage in some leisure activities. I'm doing fine at work, diligent and prompt..BUT. I find it meaningless. I don't like having to 'cheat' others, typing appealing letters, and doing things that I feel is against my principles. It may be a trivial thing to others, but to me, I feel uncomfortable about it. I know the boss is nice, treats me well and allows me to go off early for trainings without asking for anything in return. I get to see cute riders when they come to register, but that's not a good enough incentive for me.

I miss school, like proper lessons, writing and reading, hanging out with friends and even worrying about school-related stuff. Not that I'm not worried about my current school assignments and all, but it's different. There's no classmates to hang out with, everyone just sits in for a 3-hour long lecture and then, go our separate ways after that. I'm starting to wonder if I made the right choice in enrolling for this degree. Sure, it's interesting, it will look good when I apply for a job next time. Even so, I miss doing proper work, not just multiple choices, fill in the blanks and truth or false, to the extent that I have no idea how to write an essay when I'm required to. Should I try to enrol myself for a course again in NTU/NUS this year?

I need time to think, I need answers. I don't know if it's cos it's almost the time of the month when I get emotional or it's really an issue for me. I know though, it's definitely not nice to be thinking about it each month, trying to convince myself that I'm just PMS-ing, that I should just tolerate this for 3 years, and move on in life. I miss doing community work, doing something more meaningful to benefit the society. If I quit my job, then what about the money? My parents will have to worry about my school fees each month..

I know what I have now is what God has provided for, I remembered praying so hard that I will get to keep my job when my VSC letter came and how despite only seeing my school's advertisement once in the newspaper, I felt strongly about it and went to register. Then why, am I feeling this way? Is it just me? Or that plans has changed? I'm not doubting, I'm just confused..However, I am very sure that I love VSC training, that it's what I want to do, and I'm doing well at it. Thank God for that. Whether or not I can cope with it when I pass out, I'm not sure but I know He will be with me, and I can take it in my stride..

fast and pray...fast and pray...fast and pray...

Steph was rude to the guy who cooked the noodles, she was rude to the lady at the cashier.
Steph hates the voice in her head that nags at her for being too impolite.
Steph should just get shot in the head if she doesn't learn her manners now.

Steph is really tired and can't think at all now.
Steph still loves PDT lessons and her instructors and squadmates.

Steph is lazy to bath and is too full now.
Steph feel so fat and dirty.

Steph doesn't know what she's talking about....Zzzzz.

Reading people's blogs about how happy they are, the places they travel, and how much fun they have hanging out, makes me feel kinda empty. Feels like I've got no social life at all, busying myself with each and everything. Like I'm missing out on a lot...

Today was bad at first, with people cursing into the phone just cos' they're angry with my boss, with people calling to 'iron things out', and with people replying rudely.

Despite all these, I still feel blessed, because I know whatever happens, it's all planned for, by Him. I will become stronger after that. I'm very thankful for the VSC trainings, thankful that I got selected and for great squadmates and humourous yet caring instructors. I know I'm the lucky few who is pursuing exactly what I've always wanted and actually followed through with it. I'm so excited, can't wait to pass out. When that day comes, I can almost imagine how much I'll miss the people who had gone through the 9 months with me, and those who guided us throughout the whole journey. I'm extremely happy with what I have been provided with, and I will be satisfied with my lot.:)

It's a brand new day, time to forget and move on~

I had to admit, I was even more upset that WK was not agreeing entirely with me. Instead, he kept telling me to look at it from another point and view, so that I will realise it's something trivial and forget about it. It's hard, especially when you're so emotionally caught up with the matter. Totally exhausted, I just ended the conversation and went to bed. Yeah, I'm the kind who choose to avoid and sleep it off. Lying in bed, I was secretly 'hating' WK for what he said earlier while trying to tell myself that he has a point. One of the many moments when my evil and angelic voices try to fight off each other. Haha.

Just then, I was suddenly reminded of the time when I had a disagreement with Taufiq due to differing views. I ended the conversation because I wanted to cool down and didn't want things to turn ugly. The very next day, when he showed up for the match, he asked me if I was alright, with regards to the previous day. At that instant, I was warmed by that gesture because I knew he truly cares.

Then I stupidly realised that 'Hey, WK cares about me too.' They both dared to disagree because they truly care and want me to learn, instead of just blindly agreeing with me. Never was a time more appropriate than then to apply that ancient cliche phrase of 'treasure even more, the friends who will disagree with you, because they ...(kinda forgot. but definitely something good.)

So now, I just want to say thank you to all my friends, for daring to disagree with me(for a good reason, not blindly, SHIDA.), staying by me through all these years, even when I'm mean and unreasonable. I love you. :)

This is the straw in question. Isn't it so animated? I think my boss or whoever catches me drinking with this will laugh himself/herself to death, not forgeting to give me an amused look before that. Hehe...

Okay. I'm upset. Super tired, busy with all my activities and no one seems to care, at least not the people closest to me. I know, I deserve it. After all, I was the one who chose to live my next few years this way. I'm not asking you to understand my feelings, good if you could though, but the least you can do is NOT shoot me down with, ' If you want to say it that way, then you don't do it'. All I did was joke around, till you had to upset me with your words and yes, I was hurt. You think I enjoy being so busy, so tired, so much so that I don't have enough sleep? That I can't help but think that I have no social life? Who am I doing this for, in the first place? I want so much to quit, to have more time for myself, and to rest. But no, I kept telling myself, 'Steph, you have to give it a try, it's just for awhile, bear with it.' All because I don't want to burden any of you with my school fees and expenses. Put yourself in my position and experience how tiring it is, before comparing it to your activities, which is only one-third of what I'm doing right now. Yes, it's been a day but the hurt still remains there. I'm sure you don't even know what your words did to me. And the other one, you knew that I was upset yet you pretended nothing happened. I brought up the issue but you didn't bother to ask just because I didn't continue. Right now, you still know I'm upset, but yet again, you pretended nothing happened. Why? Probably because you think that I can't be spoilt. You think giving in means spoiling me. No, I just want someone to listen and understand, not someone who knew but ignored everything. Why is it that sometimes, I can't help but feel like I'm the unwanted child? I know i know, I keep convincing myself that you love me, but still I can't help but feel the hurt and pain.

I just want to say, I love you, but I don't always like you. This is the moment when I don't like you at all.

Guys, learn something. Don't always think ignoring is good, just because you can avoid all the naggings and complainings. You'll only end up hurting the other party more, towards your wife, your daughter or even your friends. Smarten up and don't be idiots.

Dear God, I know this is Your plans for me.
Hold my hand and bring me through this please...
Even when it gets tough and becomes too much to bear,
Let me still hold on tight and never let go...
Cos' I know now that,
You're the only one I can truly rely on.

Got this in my email today. Brought tears to my eyes. It's amazing how God uses each and every one of us to fulfil His purpose. Enjoy~

The Pastor and his Son

A good reminder of God's Love.

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his
eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.

This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to
the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain.

The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, "OK, dad, I'm ready."

His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?"

"Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out."

Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain."

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking,

"But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"

Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather."

Despondently, the boy asks, "Dad, can I go? Please?"

His father hesitated for a moment then said,

"Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son."

"Thanks Dad!"

And with that, he was off and out into the rain this eleven year old boy walked

the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in

the street a Gospel Tract.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down
to his VERY LAST TRACT.

He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to,
but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the
front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered.

He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him.

Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist.

He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!

He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady.

She softly asked, "What can I do for you, son?"

With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said,

"Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that

*JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract
which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE."

With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.

She called to him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless You!"

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit.

As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have any testimony or want to say anything?"

Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet.

As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face,

"No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before.

You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian.

My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.

Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that

I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home.

I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and

fastened the other end of the rope around my neck.

Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off,
when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought,

"I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away."

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent,
and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly.

I thought to myself again, "Who on earth could this be?

Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me."

I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door,
all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes,
for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy
I had ever seen in my life.

His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you!

The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead,
TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice,

"Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU."

Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and
read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract.

Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

You see - I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the
back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel
who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell."

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING
resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the
front pew where the little angel was seated.

He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never
seen a Papa that was more filled with love and honor for his son ... Except for One.

Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.

"Faith is the affirmation and the act that bids eternal truth be present fact." - Coleridge

"Celebrating Second Chances", the Yellow Ribbon Concert 2008 was awesome. I'm so glad that I went. Really enjoyed the inmates' performance. Boy, they can really sing, much much better than some professional singers, I would say. I was kinda touched to tears, listening to their songs, the lyrics they had written to show their remorse for their actions and gratefulness towards those who provided them with a second chance. I applaud their courage to stand out to share their stories, to show others that they have done wrong, but now, they are willing to change and all they ask for, is a second chance. I urge all of you who is reading this right now, to give offenders (past or present) a second chance. It may not mean much to you and me, but it certainly mean a million to them. With our help, they can reintegrate into society with a fresh start. So please, don't look at them with tainted eyes. We all make mistakes, they just happen to make a mistake that's more serious. This reminds me of what Jesus has said "Stone her if you have not sinned" (something like that)...

However, I'm sorry to say that I can't forgive rapists and murderers, they commit inhumane acts, may have tendencies to commit them again, especially the former. That said, it's not definite, have to depends on circumstances and the person's desire to change. I'm not encouraging anything, nor trying to be prejudiced against any kind of offender. It's just my own thoughts.

On another note, I finally get to hear Dick Lee live!. He's impressive, really amazing. He created a real concert atmosphere. His voice is like..whoo! Mark Lee did a number too, about "Mother", rather touching. I teared, being reminded of my own mother and all she has done for the family. By the way, Aliff Aziz was there too. He was not bad too..(sorry Shida, no photos allowed. Haha). I really cannot stand Emil Chau though! He sang so long, I felt the focus of the concert shifted slighted. The organisers seriously have to rethink about this. Stick to the theme, it's not Emil Chau's personal concert, as much as he's well-liked. More inmates should be allowed to perform, there's so many more people from Performing Arts Centre and elsewhere, I'm sure.

Last thing, Steph should really be more discipline and manage her time properly. The A may most probably be gone...maybe even the B..better wake up and buck up..tsk tsk tsk...DON'T BE LAZY..:S

All the what ifs,
the uncertainties,
and all the possibilities,
it's scaring me...
I should stop thinking
about anything and..
live only for the present.

It's hard, it's tough,
I stoned, I rebuked,
I ensured, I shut off,
but it's no use,
it just keeps popping up.

The fear, the worries,
and all the questions,
it's getting to me...
No courage, no knowledge,
No experience...
to handle something,
I know NUTS about.

I guess it's true,
it's all so true...
what people see,
what people say.

Too young, too kiddy,
and too innocent,
That's what I am.
Totally unsure, unprepared,
to handle all the ADULT stuff.

Your presence, Your assurance,
and Your wisdom...
it's what I need,
cos all this,
it's too much to bear.

It's a long and tiring day..but all that, was definitely worthwhile. Being able to bring the boys down to East Coast Park to interact with the even smaller boys was fun. It was really great, seeing that all of them thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Many of the boys opened up today, I had the privilege to get to know some of them better. I believe they bonded even stronger as a team through the execution. There's so much that I wish I could do for them, to encourage them and motivate them to dream BIG. I had a great experience today and I hope, the boys will also gain an invaluable experience. I'm so glad to be part of this whole service learning. There's only a few more sessions left...I have to treasure them. I know when I look back, this will be something that I will be proud to be involved in..

Thank you, Trybe, for choosing to believe that I can be involved...

To the Boys, I'm really proud of all of you today...

Most importantly, Thank God, for the chance presented.:)

why don't i speak...
because..it scares me...
to think that i'll say something wrong...

why don't i call anymore...
because i'm afraid to...
to feel like i'm bothering you..that you're not hearing me..at all...

i want to...
tell you how much i care...to show my concern...
but it seems...
i forgot how to...even start a conversation...

i'm worried...
the chats will become shorter...
meetings will cease...
and we end up becoming strangers...

somehow...it doesn't feel the same anymore...
and i wish...WE could make it better...

this yr..i learnt not to expect..
because...
...with expectations, comes disappointment..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MANGKUK FRIEND~!

( he's trying to trick me into saying that he's handsome..tsk tsk tsk.)

Anyway, I never knew that Uni applications can be so difficult and troublesome. I'm just only done with one application and it's already driving me crazy. Thank God for great peeps who's willing to help me read and edit my essays/statement of purpose. It became so much easier with their help, but still, I just want to get this entire thing over and done with...

On a happier note, I'm looking into an internship with Trybe. Hopefully, everything can work out fine. It's definitely gonna be so meaningful and interesting...:D

I've got this in the mail today. Here goes...

If: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Is represented as: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.

If: H-A-R-D-W-O- R- K 8+1+18+4+23+ 15+18+11 = 98%

And: K-N-O-W-L-E- D-G-E 11+14+15+23+ 12+5+4+7+ 5 = 96%

But: A-T-T-I-T-U- D-E 1+20+20+9+20+ 21+4+5 = 100%

THEN, look how far the love of God will take you:

L-O-V-E-O-F- G-O-D 12+15+22+5+15+ 6+7+15+4 = 101%

Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:

While Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there,

It's the Love of God that will put you over the top!

Hope that whenever anyone of you is feeling disheartened, you'll remember this and know that the LOVE OF GOD will always bring you through all the obstacles and trials, knowing that you'll emerge triumphant.

Friday

I've got my results today. I'm an all-rounder, have got all the passing grades, from A-E. Haha. Ms Kon said I'm borderline. So I can still try for both NUS and NTU. Hopefully, my GP can pull me up. Anyway, I thank God for everything and of course, I'll eventually leave everything to Him. If it's according to Him, it will be. It's much more comforting to think of it that way, especially since I know everything will fall into place in the end. :)

Anyway, as I was buying my dinner, this guy around our age came along. As I was standing there, I listened to the way he was trying to get his order across to the stallholder in his broken Mandarin, with a mixture of Hokkien and English. That was then I realised how retarded we sound with our distorted Mandarin, especially when we can't pronounce most phrases properly. No offence to that guy, but I seriously think we should reflect and change that mindset about not wanting to learn Mandarin properly just because we think we sound more sophiscated speaking English. I can understand if it's required of us, or it's because of our family background. But definitely, I disapprove of the fact that we should hate Mandarin and not think of it as important, because it's after all, our mother tongue. The difference's there. Wow. What a realisation for me today. Interesting...

I'm so exhausted..been a long day for me...

In the morning, I went to Girls' Brigade Centre to sit in for the coaching programme that Praise is doing with the officers. Seriously, I couldn't sleep well last night, just thinking about returning to the same place where there was a manifestation the previous time I was there for a camp. But I guess I was comforted by the prayer that Pastor Larry did for me during the Youth Retreat. Anyway, the coaching programme was really empowering and enriching. Never once did I ever have the thought of sleeping. It reinforces the training sessions that I've been through and at time same time, refreshes my memory about how to become a better and more effective coach. There were some things that really struck me...such as " The degree to which you're effective as a coach depends on your personal effectiveness.", "Don't let the grey areas in your life becomes someone else's grey area too." etc. It was really effective and useful for me, being able to share my experiences and also, learn from the experiences of other people. I'm so glad that I've made the decision to attend the programme today. I would have missed out on so much if I had decided to be lazy and just stay at home instead. Hahaz..:P

Then it was off to Khalis' birthday BBQ. Wow. It felt like as if she invited the whole world. Hahahz. I didn't hang around for long because my cousin's having his 21st birthday celebration too. Thus, I rushed home to see another big group of people...

Anyway..I seriously hope the whole terrorist thing's gonna be resolved soon. Oh! Edison Chen's issue too..people should seriously stop bugging him and get on with life. He has the right to his personal privacy too, even though I don't agree with what he did previously. But hey, he did apologised and he's the victim who has got his stuff stolen. So cut him some slack and leave him alone. That was random..haha..just felt like saying that. :D

Oh well, it was a rough week for me. Work was up with all the visits to fire station,heritage gallary and CDA, but then it went down with all the mention of transferring and ceasing of the internship. So yeah, my internship at SCDF officially ended after friday. As much as I liked my officers and learnt plenty of new things, I think I'm glad to leave. But I still feel sore about what happened and all. I mean, it was so sudden and I was really taken aback. The only comfort I get is that God allowed everything to happen for a reason. I won't regret the internship for if I was given a choice and had to choose all over again, I would still go for the internship. Only when I experience something, then I will truly know how it feels like. Right now, I think I just need time to get over this entire thing and hopefully, get a closure soon.

On a happier note, I went to Youth Retreat during the weekend. As expected, I never did regret going there. It was really nice getting to meet up with everyone again, just enjoying each other's company. The best part of it all was that we get to go for service together, straight from the chalet. I'm early for service, for the very first time. Hahaz.

By the way, Pastor Larry prayed for me during the retreat and I'm really encouraged by what God has in plan for me, what He has promised me. I just feel so blessed and amazed by how He speaks to me at the most unexpected time.

" Quiet confidence;

Even though you may have gone through seasons of trials and testings, may even feel loneliness at times, God is in Control;

There are angels encamped around you; God is protecting you;

He's gonna put you in groups;

You'll be able to pull individuals aside and minister to them;

You have the Gift/Heart of Counsel;

You're gonna be a blessing and encouragement to women;

Hurting women & young girls will come to you for hope and refreshment. "

Went back to SDI for a visit on Wednesday. I played badminton. :)

Here's a glimpse of my SPF internship...

Welcome to SDI!

I'm so gonna miss entering the office through this automated door every morning.

My 'mat' friend & laughing buddy, Amin :D

I'm so gonna miss tagging along when he's despatching, 'visiting and exploring' the building, teasing him, calling him 'mat', laughing together with him, gonna miss the fact that I can escape to his corner and he'll understand perfectly why...

My neighbour & badminton partner, Jackson :P

I'm gonna miss rolling my eyes at his stupid comments, playing badminton with him, those long chats and just being amused by him...

My one & only favourite uncle, Azman ;D

I'm so gonna miss asking him weird and random questions, helping him do work, listening to his relation of police work, his 'duhz' and 'ya~', him calling me 'ah mui', being amused with him, nagging at him(yes, I did :D), just hanging out with him...in fact, I already miss him...:(

I'm gonna miss sitting in this car, when we go out for lunch or dinner. Miss sitting in front comfortably while the guys squeezed behind (MUAHAHAZ!), or getting amused by uncle when he sings/taps/sways to the music...

I'm just gonna miss hanging out with them and all the other peeps at SDI. Simply love them.:D