One of the things I dislike most about university is the fact that keeping in touch with friends is so difficult. The meet-ups during recess week have shown me just that. I wish everything could stay just as it was a few years back, but that's just naive thinking. Everyone has to move on with their lives, get busier, and there isn't always time to accommodate schedules.

Today I wished very hard that I could relive JC; the times we spent along the IP corridor making so much noise, testing out different projects in pools of styrofoam and cardboard, and the sense of family in IP where everyone knew everyone else. And dance, the time when we first stepped up and were so full of promise and hope. I spent a good part of the afternoon looking through the 768 photos I have of the ExCo, from our meetings and cam-whoring at the amphitheatre, to study outings and now meet-up dinners, and laughed at how silly we once were and how we've all grown along the way. I hope that 50 years down the road we'll still be in contact, a skeptical part of me tells me we won't, but I'm glad that I've met all of you (:

Some part of university education just doesn't sit too well with me. Even as I'm plunging head first into year 2 I'm still struggling to make adjustments. As much as I try not to, I keep thinking about UPenn and wondering what a different experience I'ld be enjoying if I had exited the Singapore education system a year ago. The grass is always greener on the other side, no? Maybe it's because I haven't experienced the gratifications and the joys of being in this profession yet. I really don't like it when I start to feel discontented.

I don't know why I've been feeling so unhappy these few days even though it's recess week. Need some time to reconsider my priorities I guess. Thank God for prayer, and for lending an non-judgmental listening ear (: