A night of food, fun, laughter, reminisce of the things we have done for the past one year. This dinner culminates my 3 years in Welfare Services Club, a club which I really love and have invested so much effort and tears. It's an amazing club, made up of hundreds of volunteers who are willing to put in so much effort to brighten the days of our beneficiaries. It's a club never void of love. Joining WSC is perhaps my best decision since I have entered University. May the committees ahead bring the club to new heights.

Here are some photographs of the day.

This week, being the final week before the mid-term break, doesn't make me feel any better. Next week, is going to be another week of fatigue and rush for FYP.

I agree that my recent posts have been rather depressing and yes, I should cheer up. Sourcing for happiness and relieve does seem extremely difficult recently. In the past, I can be so thrilled and happy after buying the smallest thing, like a pen. Now, even with my new handphone, Nokia 6600 Slide, which my bf has generously bought for me, only managed to make me that tiny bit happier.

I am completely lost in FYP and all my modules. I some how feel that this semester is a total mistake. Somehow, I am starting to doubt my aptitude in media. I can't seem to find that 'special media talent' in me. I can't speak well, write well, handle a simple camera... Why am I doing here? Well, I should have known since this was not even my first choice. But having said that, the pasture is always greener on the other side. Since I have managed to conquer 3 years, I will just hang in there and make the best of what I have.

Avy is aimless.. :(

This blog entry is dedicated to my dearest Michelle, who is now faraway in China. Take good care of yourself ya. Being there alone is not going to be easy but stay strong. Come back and teach me Chinese.. :) I really need it.

This great uncertainty is seriously stifling, keeping me wide awake on many nights. FYP is kind of my final lap before I can formally graduate from university and it has such great bearings on my class honours as well. It is already week 6 of school and everything seems to be still in hibernation mode... Hardly any movement. The harder I think into it, the worse it feels. I keep asking myself; Is this the right move? I am very nervous and apprehensive and I really want to cry it all out.

To me, FYP is more than just a grade that is attached to it at the end of the day. It culminates my 4 years in the university and I really want to give it my best shot and look back with no regrets. I want my FYP to be my pride, like how CurL is to me. People who know me well will know how much pride I have in CurL, not because I feel it was a great success, but because I gave in all I could in the limited capacity of juggling both school work and the project.

"Joining Pieces, Making Connection" - The slogan for CurL'08 mosaic mural making, put together by our beneficiaries and volunteers. This mural is now placed at HortPark.

To make things even more pleasant, Dr Vivian Balakrishnan, Minister for Community Development, Youth & Sports graced the event.

What a nice closure to my term of service in WSC. Love the mosaic, love the people who made it possible.