In brief...

I'm a Nature-lover, aspiring conservationist, and wannabe traveller in search of outdoor adventure.
My interests vary from conservation to education to heritage to Nature (biodiversity & wildlife) to outdoor activities to life in general.
They occupy most of my waking moment.
Do read my blogs, follow me on Twitter (@jocelynesze) and friend me on Facebook (subject to my discretion). Visit my Nature blog, Nature Rambles, at http://natureramble.wordpress.com.

UPDATE 2 Apr 2017 - This site is no longer maintained, please visit jocelynesze.wordpress.com if you're interested in more recent writing.

Tuesday, April 09, 2013

21 years of life.

So the time finally comes round that I can finally say I am fully, legally an adult (in Singapore). When the next General Election/Presidential Election comes round, I can vote.

I have never been a big fan of celebrating my birthday. (The last time I even mentioned my birthday in a blogpost was in 2010, and then only in passing...) I felt it was kind of like unnecessary attention to myself (which is why I don't put it on Facebook). I don't like attention being focused on myself; on the things I say or do, it's fine. I am more than happy to talk about what I believe in and my passions. But I don't know, I don't like attention focused on myself, outside of all the things I often post on Facebook. Seems slightly narcissistic to me and I've always grown up thinking narcissism is bad.

Nonetheless, I realise my birthday isn't about me, but about the people around me who made me, me. So for these 21 years of my life on this Earth, I am very thankful to all whom I've had the fortune to meet and interact with. For being a part of my life, for talking to me, for sharing your thoughts and ideas, for being retarded with me, for everything – I feel very blessed.


My wonderful parents. Thanks for bringing me up the way I was brought up, I think I have the world's best parents :) I know we can't choose our parents, but even if I could, I wouldn't choose anyone else. Besides, God chose them for me :) 

My awesome brothers. Thanks for the times spent together at home, for my childhood, for cooking for me :P


And from henceforth, representative photos. Because there are way too many people and not enough photos (either because they're not on this laptop or because we never took photos).

My friends, mostly made in school. Whether it's from being in the same class or the same CCA or just by God's grace. Thanks for the memories and the laughter. For listening to my whining, for making school something I look forward to, for just being there for me.
I realise how important spending lots of time together is in building friendships, because school basically meant we'd be spending most of our days together whether we liked it or not. But now that we're out of it, and spending time together required extra effort, the friendship we have becomes all the more valuable.


My teachers. From Mrs Oh in kindergarten to Ms Tan in P1 and Ms Yap in P6, from Ms Lim in S1 and Ms Pang in S4 to Mrs Lim in JC. And all the wonderful mentors in the fields of biodiversity and outdoor education. Thanks for inspiring and motivating and encouraging me. 
If I had not had the fortune to pass through the hands of these people, who knows what I might be doing now! Medicine? Law? Business? Economics? Or maybe even housewife-in-training.


Climbers in the climbing community. :/ don't have a photo of the Krabi gang in this laptop. Thanks for climbing with me, inspiring me, and taking me outdoors. 
The reassuring familiarity of the relatively small climbing community in Singapore is definitely something I miss. And I also miss climbing high wall. 



Nature-lovers in the Nature community. This is just a tiny tiny fraction, Team Seagrass. But the start of everything, for me. Thanks for teaching me about our awesome biodiversity, about cynicism and not losing hope, about sharing with everyone else what we still have. 
The very small Nature community in Singapore is like a family to me, almost. The places I've been able to go, the things I've been able to see and hear. It's just amazing knowing all these people from all walks of life doing what they can to keep our biodiversity as it is, and this is definitely one of the major reasons why Singapore is still very important to me.



Friends I've made here. I've been in Cambridge for about half a year now, but I think I take more time than just 6 months to cultivate meaningful relationships (to me). Nonetheless, it's not that these people aren't great friends, and I am very thankful for the friends I've made and the friends I will meet in the future :P For making this place seem less foreign and more like home.




I've had an amazing 21 years on this Earth, and I know I am very very fortunate compared to many others. Some kids don't even get to live to their 21st birthday. Some kids don't get to celebrate their 21st because surviving their current predicament is more important, or they just don't have people to celebrate it with. Some kids get a lot of things on their 21st, yet nothing that they really crave/need – love.

So all in all, I am very blessed, for it must be thanks to God's love and blessing that I have so much to be thankful for. Thus finally, it's thanks to God for my very existence and my life (:


100 Years by Five for Fighting

Meanwhile, for the rest of my life, I will try to
Live Like We're Dying by Kris Allen


NB: This post is auto-posted because I am on a field course on this day! Somewhere in Pembroke, Wales, hopefully having a lovely time. Too bad there are no Ben & Jerry stores nearby, cos it's Free Cone Day too!

NB2: Because this poem is too beautiful not to be shared, but I couldn't figure how to fit it into my post, I shall leave it here. HT Alex Teo.


Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life. 
   Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease.  This often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty.  Nobody grows old merely by a number of years.  We grow old by deserting our ideals. 
   Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.  Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust. 
   Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living.  In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young. 
   When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.

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