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Sunday, May 03, 2009

my goodness. i was so shocked when at 1.10am, derrick called my handphone. i was kind of wondering if he'd called the wrong number but in the end it was regarding psych. haha. ok la. attribution theory. we covered that in the social psych module. which was fun (: then i went and collected laundry. the smell of clothes fresh out of the dryer makes me (: (: and went to discuss more psych with derrick over msn. his psych assignment seems so interesting. haha i'm so glad for gek. if not for her, i probably wouldn't have studied 1 and a half sems of psych in nus. and though i guess it wasn't God's plan for me to finish my undergrad degree in psych, i really really enjoyed that one and a half semesters. In hindsight, I guess He was preparing me for where I am now, just that I didn't see it then. studying at nus was very comfortable for me. i had good friends in almost every module i took; campus was near daddy's clinic and not too far from home... it somehow felt like i was pretty much in a safe comfort zone where everyone and everything i wanted was just within reach. it was the life i'd come to accept. but i guess God had a different plan for me. which is why i am where i am right now. everything has a purpose. the people we meet, the choices we make, the situations God places us in.

anyway just a random thought. i think our dreams reveal a great deal about what matter to us. like how they always say the language we dream in is the language we feel most comfortable in. and though i am no expert in dream analysis (Freud, you leave me baffled half the time), sl told me about this really strange dream of his. i shall not bother trying to interpret it. but yes anyway. i was reminded of how in the drama [1 litre of tears], there was this particular scene that made me ): where Aya was telling Haruto that up till that point in time, in her dreams she was still able to walk and run and talk normally, but she realized she'd finally come to accept her condition because finally, in her dreams, she was the way she was: in a wheelchair, unable to move and articulate her speech... and then Haruto, said his ultimate sweet speech about how even though he probably couldn't be of any use to her, he wanted to be someone she could come to rely on because in spite of everything, he still loved her.

i think we only come to realize how much things matter to us when we begin to fear losing them.

i am sleepy. it's 2.15 am already ): shall go to sleep. zzz.

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