What do you get when you squeeze an orange?

Orange juice, of course!

Essentially, that is not the only correct answer.
In fact, I believe the answer is not just “orange juice”, but also
“what is inside”.

When an orange is squeezed beyond its limits and juiced against
a plastic juicer, all of its juicy glory will inevitably splurt out. It
cannot come up with apple juice, kiwi juice, or banana – it is
orange, and so orange juice comes out of it.

Likewise, people are also ’squeezed’. We are tested and trialed,
and we are hurled into different scenarios and vastly different
trying circumstances all the time. In those moments when we
land straight into a juicer and it begins squeezing the life out of
us, our response is determined by what is inside of us. When
people are at their most vulnerable, that is when others can see
where their reliance and strength comes from. That is when
character will shine through.

Let me say that again.
At our driest and toughest moment, what is inside of us will be
squeezed out of us.
That is the moment that no amount of faking will be able to
mask what is really within us.

I was studying and listening to my iPod when this song came up,
and a whole flood of memories came racing back! You know, one
of those songs you listen to and it reminds you of a certain
moment in time? This song was mine and C's theme song for a
couple of years. This was probably when we were 14, and it still
really does put a big smile on my face. Jamming, sneaking out,
parent angst and a lot more crazy experimental stuff.

So this song/post goes out to those who fumbled through the
great mystery of teenage-hood with me! We're more or less closing
in on the end of our teenage years. (Yes, sometimes I wake up, I
still feel 18) but I'm so glad we got through it together :)  You, you,
you, you, and so many others more I can't really think of at the
moment!

Over last weekend, the usual suspects meet up with (Dr.) Stanley
now that he was back for good. 5 years seemed to flew by and
now, he, standing right before us, looked exactly the same. Im
serious, no signs of aging whatsoever. I forgot to ask his beauty
secrets (if any).

  

  

Dinnering at Hot Pot Culture, lets just say I would never go back for
a second meal. Just because it was rather expensive and the variety
of food fell short of expectations. Say comparing with Seoul Garden,
they only had half the variety. Nevertheless, its always the company
that counts.

We ended up at one of the joints at Clark Quay. It was a night
etched in one of my memory closet, I suppose would be fond
memories of my first few years into adulthood.

  

Mine really just tasted like orange juice, Im not even sure what's this
the guys ordered. Was it suppose to have alcohol rush effects? Still,
Im glad mine tasted mild as I declined drinking the entire night due
to recovery from stomach flu. It was pretty much after this the wild
night hit us.

  

This sums it up. The classic picture of Stan doing his impersonation
of M.J. I absolutely loved how he danced to 'Beat It'. This has got to
be the song I will remember, even in the next decade, of this night.
I might even blog about it, saying the same things I said earlier, us
fumbling through adulthood. Not forgetting the SDS (Super duper
slut) we saw at the club, this ang mo flirting around, touching girls
and touching his own nipples. Kid you not.
Le sigh. I slowly understand now, why I dont frequent dance floors
and choose to chill out at a nice bar with the man.

Anyway, you guys rock my world. I chose to write this up on this date
for it's obvious reasons. Call me superstitious or whatever, but I do
believe it holds a significant meaning.
Oh, and once again, Happy Birthday Lippy !!!

Today, I was thinking about Sim Shen.
I was thinking about the last few months she was in sunny island,
I was thinking about some of the stuff we did, some of the stories
we told and some of the silly nothings we did.

And our last movie that we watched together = Up.
Even though I've watch it with the man, I didnt mind watching it
again.

  

The initial part when Carl and Ellie grew old together reduced me
to tears within 10 minutes into the movie, twice.

And then the part where Carl was thinking of his passed on beloved,
made me cry again. (Urgh, soft.)

I had a really rough week. I find that more than half a year later,
I'm still learning to juggle self-care, university workload and working
times. However, according to Miley Cyrus, it's not about what's on
the other side or how long I'm going to take – but the process, the
climb. Sigh, Miley – you're so wise.

Whoever thought it would be useful to combine Research and Health
Law and ethics into one semester is to be greatly frowned upon.

Kobe beef is really, really good. It is the reason I will never be a
vegetarian.