Monday, October 10, 2005

do you make your own fortune?

I don't know how many of you guys remember my last post made in Feburary about Chinese New Year fortune cookies, that oh-so-familiar phrase of 'Failure is the Mother of Success'.

That was at the restaurant 'Magic Wok'. I went back to that fateful place to have dinner with Daniel, who came down from Bristol for the weekend. This time, I was pleasantly surprised to get a nice little fortune slip: "You will be reunited with old friends", and there I was, reunited with Daniel across the table!

It's pretty uncanny, considering I bumped into a lovely MGS junior on Saturday at Selfridges, whom I've not met for years. She was shopping with her cousin and aunt, and her cousin's my Yamaha senior whom I've not met since 12 years old. How coincidental is that? We had performed our music compositions together in Indonesia many, many years ago. Back then, I was a horrendous spoilt brat (I'm currently reformed), suffering from the everything-should-go-my-way syndrome, which isn't uncommon, really. That might have had accounted for the slightly wary look in her eyes. Ah well.

Considering the fact that I'm definitely going to meet up with my undergrad coursemates this week, as well as Miss Busy aka Jessica Cheam, the fortune slip is pretty much accurate, don't you think?

(I know I know, all the fortunes are deliberately made to be sweeping statements so that everyone can identify with them. But for once, just agree with me already!)

Which led me to think about that damning fortune slip I'd received earlier in the year. And you know what? It IS accurate. The sheer essence of the 'failures' I had this year, cannot be compared to any other period of my admittedly very short life. But as it said: "Failure is the Mother of Success", and I'd like to think that I'm a much stronger person for it.
And wiser.
And sadder.
But smarter.

And it's quite ironic really, that it's always the little mishaps in your life, that puts things in perspective, and cements you in place. Alas, I'm still a very thick-headed student when it comes to the lessons that Life has to offer.

So my dear, dear friends, the moral of the story is that most fortune cookies are mystifyingly spot-on. What are you waiting for, go eat as many as you can!

And it's okay if you don't get a good fortune. Because somehow, someway, everything will be just fine.

p.s. Lalang told Jo and I that she heard the news on the radio, reporting that Camden Town's squirrels are addicted to cocaine. HAHAHAHHAHAHAhahahaaa

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

I got a call from Jo last night, about an accident...
ear-ly in the morn-ing!
i shld be so lucky, lucky lucky lucky.
I'm tempted to write a "I'm that girl who..." post...
coming down and wretched.
ola! onslaught of photos!
contented sigh.
here we go again.
my body clock is attuned to london already.
there's no escaping my swayness!

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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.