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In this page, you will get to explore the mind, events and feelings of a Chun Jui... ok, fine, judging from the past 23 years, my life is far from what you call "eventful" (in fact, "dull" might the be more appropriate adjective) but I'll try to keep my entries interesting!

Sunday, June 27, 2004

4 days to go!! Only 4 days to go until we head off to Deerhurst!! Can't wait! I will be taking lots of pictures, so keep an eye out for pics to be loaded onto this page!

Speaking of countdowns, there are no less than 3 days until the big two- four! ugh... Boy, when I was 10 years old, I thought that I would be MARRIED or at least be with someone to whom I would be marrying by the age of 24! Wow, how reality and fantasy differ! :P I guess I thought I would be just like my mother, who married my dad at 24 and was pregnant with my brother at 25. Not that I want kids anytime soon... not when I still feel like a kid myself! :)

Hmm... call me paranoid but I hope there won't be any negative consequences for helping thwart a car robbery this evening! We were enjoying dinner (that I cooked, thank you very much! ;) ) when I happened to look out the window and saw a suspicious-looking teenage boy get off his bicycle, look left and right, crouch down next to the car that was parked along the curb (the car belongs to my next-door neighbour), and run his finger along the car window, presumably looking for an opening. I told my dad to call my next-door neighbour but my dad, being more of a straight forward, righteous kinda guy, went outside to scare the teenager away, despite my mom and my protests. The teenager saw my dad and hastily took off on his bike. My mom, of course, reprimanded my dad for going out and exposing how he looks like-- she's worried that the teenager would take retribution on my father. :/ I'm a little worried, too, to be honest...

Sunday, June 20, 2004

Happy Father's Day! Thank you for everything you do for us, Daddy... We are truly blessed to have the world's best dad! We love you!

Yes, another long month without an update-- my apologies. I've been somewhat busy with my summer course but mostly, it's just due to my laziness... :/ But I can't let the BEST month of the year go by without putting in at least ONE entry, now can I?? :P This is the month of birthdays, also the first month of summer--like I said, the BEST month! Anyway, not a lot of exciting events to tell of but it was another month of self-growth and realization and coming to grips about certain issues. Let's just say that I finally have some sort of closure (hate that word!) about a certain issue and it only took momentary pain and one full day of recuperation for closure to come about. Thank you to those who lent me their ears and gave me their utmost support and patience! ;)

Out of all of this, I realized that my pain was not suffered in vain: last night, as I lay awake stricken with another bout of insomnia, (note to self: Vietnamese-style coffee is WAY too strong to drink at dinner time!!) I realized that I've finally reached a point in my life where I am happy to be ME. All through my childhood, I wished that I could be someone else, someone else who is prettier, someone else more popular, someone smarter, etc. It wasn't until last night, that I finally realized I have no desire to be anyone else except me. I've been through struggles, fought them with my inner strength (also with support from the good people in my life) and resulted in becoming a stronger, happier, more optimistic, and all-around better person. Now, don't get me wrong: I don't think I'm perfect. Faaaaar from it. I still sometimes wish I was prettier, skinnier, smarter, more popular, etc.. I've just learned to accept my flaws. I've learned that imperfection is beautiful and perfection is boring. :)

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