HOW TO SPOT ME IN A WORLD OF CLOCKS & THEME PARKS

I could say that I am twenty-something, doing graduate studies in food science, love reading and listening to music ranging from Chopin to the Beatles to Jason Mraz and have a good list of character references but in an attempt to profile myself without sounding like a monotonous CV, this is the best I could come up with…
IN a clock I am the minute hand reminding people that though seconds tick away before our eyes, there is still time to make the hour count.
In a rowdy mob I am the consequential silence.
In microbiology, I am the chromogenic dye that draws out evidence of a secret personage, tenderly exposing it to light without harm.
On a piano, I am a song in the key of Em, simple, full-toned and intriguing to the untrained ear.
In the wild, I am the tiny person with a lot of adrenaline who will hurt you if you try to provoke me with anything brown, green, camouflaged, scaly or slimy that has a pulse.
On a technical paper, I am the aggravated red ink shrieking for repetitious mistakes to be corrected.
In a movie I am the tagline that makes you buy a ticket with the dollar you planned to put in the piggy bank.
In a theme park I am the loudest screamer because screaming is how I keep my calm after 5 go’s on double-looped roller coasters.
In a restaurant I am the person who would go without half a dinner because my wisely-ordered Pollo Italiano would be offered to the person unsatisfied with their chicken fried rice.
In age, I am the mature seven-year old who talks about mist on dandelions and the childlike 20-something year old pulling pranks and giggling like a four-year old.
In religion I am aficionado of God, not church.
In God I am both an unstoppable wave and a persuasive trickling of water that sooner severs boulders.
In love I am a never-ending hug.
These threads of daughter and sister, beloved and friend, student and mentor, servant and heir run through the fabric of each passing day. They tug and tangle, as far as my humanity goes. But it’s a Godly hand that quilts the pieces together. It’s that celestial Hand that makes all the difference!

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AUTHOR’S NOTE
This is me. This was taken after a 3-day long microbiology conference in Kuala Terengganu. A 3-day conference isn’t something bad…but it honestly felt like 3 weeks, considering that if I stepped out of the air-conditioned aquarium..er, conference room, I would be here…lounging around by the beach with a good book.PASSION is BOUNDLESS ENTHUSIASM and enthusiasm takes its roots in the greek enthousiasmous which means inspired by God.

Hi Baby xxxxxx,
You fill my heart with song and my eyes with tears of joy and pride. I realize that the girl – my little girl- who used to hate flowers in her hair and colorful litttle dresses is now a full grown person who just loves life and whatever it brings.
You have a way of expressing your thoughts that make the bland exciting and the trivial full of significance. I admire your courage for letting your inner self be known, if only to inspire, instruct, challenge and entertain others.
Am tempted to say you should thank me for your genes, but that would take the credit from the One who made you wonderfully.
Love you!
Mother XXXXXX
(sorry guys, we have a secret term of endearment for each other that the author of the blog wishes would remain a mystery to the general reading public)
wow i like your mom’s comment.. hello po tita…
thanks for your comment mom! means a lot, hearing it from you… you made me cry
( waaaaah!
love you mom, see you soon
p.s. its ok, i guess you can take some credit for my skills..hehehe