Phew.
The week's finally passed. It seemed that time was flying by when I was busy swimming, playing tennis, having fun, but slowed to a crawl when I was tediously laboring over the thesis draft. It's painful, as a friend would say. Thinking about it, I wonder why sometimes I enjoy writing it so much, but sometimes it's such a chore...and sometimes the passion you have for it seems to disappear when you have to write it. Why can't I write my thesis in point form?!

Amidst all these work and fun, several real issues remain stubbornly stuck and stark in my mind no matter how much I push them aside. Love and religion. God has somehow worked his way into my life miraculously through some friends that I just got to know. He probably sent them as a reminder to me that I'm wasting my life away on earth if I don't do something for him, or perhaps to tell me that there is still hope for me, and not to give up my faith. I don't know. And all these nightmares that I've been getting about tsunamis, devils and other natural disasters and diabolical incarnations that leave me exhausted when I wake up and makes me wonder whether is this a sign for me to repent and be a better Christian.

Then there's love. My mum's been bugging me about it (I thought I'd never reach that age, and that if I still remain the childish self, they will forget my actual age in years - didn't work obviously), and just only, my parents and sister conspired to get me to watch a Singaporean movie called I DO I DO that basically spat right in my face that I am and am going to become an old spinster. I just don't get it. What's with girls having to get married?! If you don't find the right one, what's the point of marrying ANY one? What if the one you marry is old and ugly and you can't stand the sight of him every morning you wake up? What if the one you marry is dashing and handsome but you never see him every morning when you wake up because he wakes up in someone else's bed? What if the one you marry is smart and rich but spends his time with the computer and papers? Hey wait.. But I do that too.. Anyway you get my point. As I always emphasize in school, it's all about FIT. With love too, FIT matters. And how do you measure fit? Fit is not only similarity but complementarity PLUS chemistry. :P You just need that little something to make your heart dance, sparks fly, butterflies flutter, and a sunny smile on your face. For now, I'll just take a day at a time... :)