ginger steps.

today is daddy's 42nd birthday! i love you daddy (:

random random stuff:

thank god there's still kelvin to go school with me on days when miss pung wanqing fails to meet me up. and thank god he has an mp3 when mine is spoiled and i can't be bothered to get it repaired. and thank god i like so many of the songs inside, classmates for 2 years and i never knew he shares my taste, i thought i'm the only one who still likes those outdated songs heh. and he never complains when i just pangseh him to talk to other friends haha.

had a nice chat with pingni in the library during today's morning break. we realised we both miss dhs people a lot a lot and we realised somehow dhs people are just so so special maybe it's cos we were friends during those particular years in life when we were growing up.

and i've been receiving + and - comments about my new specs, and daphne is the best, she says my eyes can't be seen from the sides cos they are blocked by the thick frame hoho.

thank you sarah for lending me the kebaya and sarong last friday! i thought i looked gorgeous, but apparently most people could only tell me that i looked so...purple -.-

and i like my weekly gatherings with chu. and shuilin is a complete angel who doesn't love her? i think we should just rent a house together on the 8th floor la so that we don't have to travel up and down lol.

tada here's the lyrics of dear diary by britney spears:

Dear diary
Today I saw a boy
And I wondered if he noticed me
He took my breath away

Dear diary
I can't get him off my mind
And it scares me
'Cause I've never felt this way

No one in this world
Knows me better than you do
So diary I'll confide in you

Dear diary
Today I saw a boy
As he walked by I thought he smiled at me

And I wondered
Does he know what's in my heart
I tried to smile, but I could hardly breathe

Should I tell him how I feel
Or would that scare him away
Diary, tell me what to do
Please tell me what to say

Dear diary
One touch of his hand
Now I can't wait to see that boy again

He smiled
And I thought my heart could fly
Diary, do you think that we'll be more than friends?
I've got a feeling we'll be so much more than friends

very nice lyrics!

and this is taken from jeanette's blog. jeanette's entries never fail to inspire and enlighten me (:

Are you a Carrot, an Egg, or a Cup of Coffee?

Got this little gem from a friend, thought I'd share it.

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to makeit and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.

Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?" "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee.

The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity ... boiling water . Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"

Think of this: Which am I?

Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level?

How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.