hello people!
i'm on my last couple of days before i fly - sigh. if i remember clearly, when i first got back home, i was kind of unsure whether i was really happy to be home. now, i'm finding myself wanting to cling quite badly... i don't feel as if i'm ready to go back to school yet.

it's not that i have been making incredibly meaningful use of my time, like rushing out and volunteering, or widening my horizons intellectually. in truth i've been... slacking. and it's been great just resting and recovering from the trials of last semester. yet i know that i have to go back because God has good things in store for me next semester! like being the outreach coordinator of the christian fellowship, and doing chemistry research, and planning for summer etc.

one accomplishment that i think i have achieved being home is that i've gotten to hang out with my, hehe, cool parents a lot more, as i intended to do. they crack the coldest jokes and say the most amusing things (in a good way :D). i'm going to miss them a lot. as i look back i praise God for such wonderful parents who left never left me or my brother in want of anything that i needed, nor left me in such luxury that i always got what i wanted. they held loosely on to both me and my brother and let us soar to greater heights and into life's greater adventures. when you think about it, you see how they have surrendered us into God's hands and into His perfect plan.

as i look at kids these days and the prominence of extensive materialism, pamperedness and rebelliousness i sometimes see (no offence to anyone, and no intent to generalise), i've realised how important it is to be a good example to those who are young and how necessary it is to have knowledge of what is right and essential in life. for me, my parents introduced me to God at a young age, taught me about him and in my eyes, genuinely reflect people who love and follow God - be it dealing with their children, with their peers, and even with the elderly. they're not perfect, and ever so often we bicker and quarrell and fight, but they are pretty awesome :D

it might be 11 months till i hit the homeland again, or longer, depending. but the next 6 days are going to be treasured greatly - half of the time i'm going to be packing. ugh. before that, though, it's to pee nute's house for a sleepover, then crashing an NUS lecture tomorrow morning. woohoo.


sigh.