October 22nd.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
Ecclesiastes 3:1-4
It has been almost a month since my final exam paper ended, which would mark the end of this phase of my degree life (for the time being). I'm still trying to allow the fact to slowly sink in. Three years of pursuing Bachelor of Science (Hons) Biomedical Science was not a waste, that I'm pretty sure of.
At the same time, it was never an easy one. Through it all, I see God's hands lifting me above all circumstances. I've learnt of dependency in Christ.
I've learnt through people around me. To dream big in life. And to never give up.
To give more, than to receive. And to listen more than I speak.
But above all, to love :)
I've been thinking a lot about life lately. At this turning point, sometimes I wished I have all the answers to the mounting list of questions and uncertainties. How cool would it be to flash forward my life 10 years down the road to see myself settling down with career, family etc. Ah, wishful thoughts!
To every thing there is a season.
As I embark on a season on what-I-should-do-next, I'll trust Him to take control over the steering wheel of my life. Let Your will, not mine, be done.
Friday
Tuesday
Friday
Today has been a productive day.
Pretty satisfied with the number of mosquito eggs caught today. 300 plus of them.
Did my morning exercise. Yeah, cycled to campus :)
Washed my clothes. Am all ready for the new semester.
Went grocery shopping at Tesco, re-stocked whatever that need to be stocked up.
Spring cleaned my room.
Washed my eww-so-dirty! lab coat.
Off to read Nineteen Minutes now!
Goodnight!
Pretty satisfied with the number of mosquito eggs caught today. 300 plus of them.
Did my morning exercise. Yeah, cycled to campus :)
Washed my clothes. Am all ready for the new semester.
Went grocery shopping at Tesco, re-stocked whatever that need to be stocked up.
Spring cleaned my room.
Washed my eww-so-dirty! lab coat.
Off to read Nineteen Minutes now!
Goodnight!
May 28th.
In case some of you have been wondering, this is what I've been keeping myself occupied with for the last few weeks. Perhaps months.
Catching and breeding THIS.
which will eventually grow into this
which will then grow into this
The final product will eventually look like the picture below :)
Ain't they just adorably cute? :)
We've been practically watching them grow day after day and feeding them(wait, that's what mothers do!), up until the 8th day, where we would have no choice but to kill them (before they're big enough to bite us. You wouldn't want to hear dengue cases reported in UTAR, do you?)
Definitely an experience babysitting these little ones.
P/s. This project is done under the permission and authorization of UTAR.
In case some of you have been wondering, this is what I've been keeping myself occupied with for the last few weeks. Perhaps months.
Catching and breeding THIS.
which will eventually grow into this
which will then grow into this
The final product will eventually look like the picture below :)
Ain't they just adorably cute? :)
We've been practically watching them grow day after day and feeding them(wait, that's what mothers do!), up until the 8th day, where we would have no choice but to kill them (before they're big enough to bite us. You wouldn't want to hear dengue cases reported in UTAR, do you?)
Definitely an experience babysitting these little ones.
P/s. This project is done under the permission and authorization of UTAR.
Wednesday
Tuesday
May 25th.
It's beautiful
To know that the sun still shines for you and me tomorrow
It's beautiful
To feel the warmth love gives
It's beautiful
To embrace the beauty of the rainbow's seven colours
It's beautiful
To be under the blanket of stars and moon
It's beautiful
To see the innocence in the eyes of our children
It's beautiful
Listening to different languages and tongues
It's beautiful
When all it takes is mere childlike faith
It's beautiful
What two footprints in the sands reminds me of
It's beautiful
To stand before the cross, to know I'm washed white as snow
It's beautiful
Simply because this God I serve
He is beautiful.
It's beautiful
To know that the sun still shines for you and me tomorrow
It's beautiful
To feel the warmth love gives
It's beautiful
To embrace the beauty of the rainbow's seven colours
It's beautiful
To be under the blanket of stars and moon
It's beautiful
To see the innocence in the eyes of our children
It's beautiful
Listening to different languages and tongues
It's beautiful
When all it takes is mere childlike faith
It's beautiful
What two footprints in the sands reminds me of
It's beautiful
To stand before the cross, to know I'm washed white as snow
It's beautiful
Simply because this God I serve
He is beautiful.
Friday
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to blead
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose
-The Rose, by Better Midler-
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to blead
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose
-The Rose, by Better Midler-
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