work at culina is ending soon (next tuesday to be exact). meanwhile, i'm missing the people who are all busy (with other commitments) :(

so we met up with jason from maldives a couple of days back and talking to him has made me realise how soon we are leaving singapore. D: again, it's that bittersweet feeling that i'm having. really can't wait to see what's in store for us there, but really nervous at the same time; and of course, sad to be leaving home.

anyway, i wanna buy mitch albom's latest book!

"People who are not interested in food always seem rather dry and unloving and don't have a real gusto for life." - Julia Child

Work has been fun; two weeks has passed. I kinda feel happy and sad at the same time. Sad to leave, happy to go. Definitely happy I've met the people I've gotten to know here. If we'd left for Disney, there wouldn't be Culina. Meanwhile, I am still exploring my passions in this industry of hospitality and tourism. Internship is a good thing; albeit low salary.

sabrina.

"Buddha failed. Not everyone is Buddhist. Jesus failed. Not everyone is Christian. The reality is that we all live together, so we must learn to accept."  - Dalai Lama

Hello!

so our short term internship officially started on monday and i think i've had different emotions and reflections every day. today, i finally experienced what a normal dinner service should be. well, it's all in my SIP journal so i shan't say much here. anyway, today is my official first off day; AWESOME. time has become so precious now.

21 more days to go in the kitchen. i might actually miss this place.

cheap labour,
sabrina.

Came across this phrase once,
"If there is something happening, that is changing your life, let it."

It's simple really, it just means that you have to adapt to the changes happening in your life, and not resist it. Because resisting change can only cause frustration and other unhappy feelings. Well I completely agree, but when it comes to things like religion, I don't know what to make of it. I definitely still feel uncomfortable.

Wouldn't it be considered propaganda if you were put in a setting where many people of the same religious thinking tried to talk you into "converting" and questioned your disbelieving faith? I know to them it feels like they're doing the right thing, but perhaps they should see from the other side of the story; where the one being "psycho-ed" feels peer pressure to conform. Then it'd be like, I converted because I felt pressured; not because I truly believe.

I'm sure I'm not the only one feeling this way. Honestly, I think I would probably think about exploring more religiously in the future; but understand that right now I just don't feel ready or comfortable for that matter.

sabrina.

p.s. no one should feel offended by this post; it is merely my personal thoughts and opinions.

so i was shopping at paragon metro today. when i walked out of the mall i saw a disabled busker, sitting in a wheelchair; with an empty metal can in front of him; playing a slow sad jazz-ish song on his old trumpet. unfortunately he was pretty much ignored by all the passers-by. no one showed any acknowledgement of his music; everyone just minded their own business, rushing off to whichever mall they wanted to shop at.

such sights really evoke pity, but at the same time i just so wanted to capture that whole scene - the blurry crowd, the disabled trumpet man on a wheelchair - on camera. 

anyway i am so broke but i really want a professional/semi-professional camera! D:

missing the friends who are all either working or busy studying in university,
sabrina.

just a little privacy required. sometimes i forget that this is a public blog.

well, "work" at school today was a whole day of unproductivity. other than our two mini "projects", we basically did whatever we could've done at home - youtubing and facebooking. i guess getting things done becomes over-efficient when you have more than 10 people working on the "projects"; because we finished our tasks within a few hours (we even had time to sing karaoke).

on the other hand, i might be starting real work soon soon soon; hurrah!

sabrina.

is maldives going to be my escape from life at home?
there are things that need to be discussed. you have a problem, talk it out. but what if both parties are too strong headed, and carry too much pride, to admit their wrong? a simple act of human arrogance is all it takes to stretch a relationship. i use the word 'stretch' here because i see it like a rubber band that is being stretched, that will reach its breaking point when one party decides that he/she can no longer compromise.

we get frustrated when...
- the internet keeps getting disconnected
- someone uses the water while you are bathing (in the context of a hdb flat)
- the house is unclean and no one is lifting a finger to help
- someone else is frustrated
- we are helpless in a situation and all we can do is wait

why do we get frustrated so easily?

i think it is a matter of perspectives, motives and patience.
do we constantly remind ourselves to look at things in a different point of view?
are our actions based on what we intended?
have we lost our patience and neglected the feelings of the people that matter?

i find myself feeling angry and frustrated with my parents more easily these days. is this the age where i begin to rebel? no. but i think they're getting old, and i'm becoming an adult, and in the process of achieving my goals and purpose, i am forgetting to be patient with them.

"whatever that goes on between them, is their problem. they are still my parents." as said by a new, wise friend of mine.

hopefully, i will reach there soon.

reflecting,
sabrina.

'Whatever you do, don't ever use a crutch, and don't ever think of having an excuse for not having said, "Yeah, I did my best"' - Isadore Sharp

feeling inspired,
sabrina.

i don't feel good when i receive calls as early as 9pm and hear someone questioning me of my actions and whereabouts; i don't feel good when i am "forced" to do things i dislike; i don't feel good when i go to bed feeling lousy and not at ease; and i don't feel good when i am being criticised in the morning. am i losing my patience, or are my perspectives becoming a blindspot?

this phrase from the song 'Sound of Silence' fits so well right now:
"Silence like a cancer grows"

just when i thought it was just too good to be true. please hope and pray.

uncertain with unsteady heartbeats,
sabrina.