I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer I am a farmer…
When is my harvest……
说什么永远。好笑。别再让我与这话题发表言论了~
As if I am still following Canada time. Hah, in that case, spring is really due to arrive.
But according to traditional Chinese time, we are well into spring for almost a month. Chinese new year was so well spent for me this year. And that is the time when spring is so eagerly anticipated.
Still, Singapore is just wet and dry all year. The spring I am enjoying is the spiritual sense. I really did not regret planning the exchange and allowed myself to come back for the CNY celebration. Met so many of my friends and had a thorough great time with my family. The 15 days were really an enjoyment, barred the bad cold I was enduring.
Only recently had I begun immersing into my school work with concentration. Hectic as usual, but gotta continue to buck up. Distractions are everywhere. Positivity garnered from my exchange is like a magical potion which could be easily drained off without replenishing. All along I was hoping I had someone to remind me of the diligence I need. I am fine reminding myself now. Things done in a long run will be habitual.
Need to slowly make my footprints in the sand. I just have to pip certain things in my life to a later stage. Now is a period of ploughing the land and sowing the seeds. So to some of you out there, watch it!