August already.
There is every reason to write this week.
So the long Golden Jubilee weekend rendered me lazy to drag myself to work on a Tuesday morning. The good thing being, it is yet another four-day week. I cannot be more thankful, for the week and the upcoming ones are going to be really hectic.
I sat in for the Literary Translation class yesterday. It was so good. I had really missed being a student. And attending a translation class really triggered all the old times of attending Mr. Yeo's classes. All thanks to the teaching staff of the course. I figured it had to be a while since I met someone who would make translation this beautiful and lovable. I was really grateful for that, for he had made me enjoy the class so much. I had not felt this excited about learning since forever. And I believe it is someone like this who would bring in more students and make the learning of Chinese continue to be fun and enjoyable.
This week has pretty much been lack of sleep and rushing about in office. While I have been extremely worn out, I think there is a certain level of satisfaction with some targets that I have achieved. I only regret that I am working on time constraint that I cannot afford to make things better for the time being.
Not to forget, I finished reading The Book of Lost Things recently. It was downright awesome. I recall how I randomly picked up that book from a shelf of unfamiliar titles in LWB located along my favourite Duxton Hill. It was a considerably bold attempt to immediately pay for the book at the cashier as it was a genre I was never confident to touch. Now I am happy with my choice back then. The story could not have been better, and more familiar for someone who grew up reading and hearing fairy tales. In fact, this is also a perfect timing for me to come across a book like this. I am glad. I am finally diverging (or expanding) my scope of reading. It is a good boost of confidence.
So with a little bit of fear once again, I am going to start on my next book.
I am still the pluviophile who loves the smell of rain, though, once in a while I get too bogged down by work that I do not notice the coming of the rain. I am also getting better at letting go, and treating myself well. Life is pretty much this way these days. Not spectacular, but full of contentment.
So the long Golden Jubilee weekend rendered me lazy to drag myself to work on a Tuesday morning. The good thing being, it is yet another four-day week. I cannot be more thankful, for the week and the upcoming ones are going to be really hectic.
I sat in for the Literary Translation class yesterday. It was so good. I had really missed being a student. And attending a translation class really triggered all the old times of attending Mr. Yeo's classes. All thanks to the teaching staff of the course. I figured it had to be a while since I met someone who would make translation this beautiful and lovable. I was really grateful for that, for he had made me enjoy the class so much. I had not felt this excited about learning since forever. And I believe it is someone like this who would bring in more students and make the learning of Chinese continue to be fun and enjoyable.
This week has pretty much been lack of sleep and rushing about in office. While I have been extremely worn out, I think there is a certain level of satisfaction with some targets that I have achieved. I only regret that I am working on time constraint that I cannot afford to make things better for the time being.
Not to forget, I finished reading The Book of Lost Things recently. It was downright awesome. I recall how I randomly picked up that book from a shelf of unfamiliar titles in LWB located along my favourite Duxton Hill. It was a considerably bold attempt to immediately pay for the book at the cashier as it was a genre I was never confident to touch. Now I am happy with my choice back then. The story could not have been better, and more familiar for someone who grew up reading and hearing fairy tales. In fact, this is also a perfect timing for me to come across a book like this. I am glad. I am finally diverging (or expanding) my scope of reading. It is a good boost of confidence.
So with a little bit of fear once again, I am going to start on my next book.
I am still the pluviophile who loves the smell of rain, though, once in a while I get too bogged down by work that I do not notice the coming of the rain. I am also getting better at letting go, and treating myself well. Life is pretty much this way these days. Not spectacular, but full of contentment.
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