Low Wu Yang's online personal space

The first anniversary of this Glimpses came and went two days ago, so what better way to take it a step further then to turn my blog into a full-fledged online portfolio. It’s been some time in the working, and it still isn’t perfect, but hopefully it’s functional and practical and most importantly, better than the old blogger.

Why Wunderglaube you might ask. Why the language is obvious; German, because of my enduring love for the language. However, the meaning itself deserves some justification. Wunderglaube translates into the belief in miracles. As a person most might consider pragmatic and down-to-earth, you might question why I choose such a name to represent me and what I stand for. Well throughout the course of the past year, I have witnessed and been involved in many occurrences that have resonated with me in one small way or another. Be they events that brought joy, or ones that wrought pain, I still derived a greater sense of meaning and purpose from each and every one of them. They have made me grow into less of a cynic, and more of an optimist. Less of a atheist and more of a believer. Miracles embody hope and aspiration, something that I as a teenager am filled with. Hope for the world, for my country, for my family, for my future and for myself. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. So when the course of your life takes a turn toward hope and optimism, you seize the moment, as I have, and believe.

I don’t know if my parents read this blog, hell I don’t even know if they know I blog. After all, throughout my secondary school days I have always been one to quickly condemn the practice of blogging, and though I soon saw the merits, I doubt my parents know otherwise. It matters because, I have no idea if my parents actually know how much I have changed over the past year. Gosh, not even I can wrap my head around my evolution (dare I say devolution) over such a short time. Four years trapped in a reality so distant and detatched from normality indoctriated an alarming lack of social awareness, an unhealthy obsession with academia and a knack for electronics. Emerging from this sheltered bay into the rough ocean meant I had to grow up fast, but in the eyes of my parents, they still view me as their youngest and dearest, the filial son with such promise, the rock they can depend on in their golden ears. Do they know how much I have changed? After all, given the amount of affection they still shower on me, one could be forgiven for thinking that to them, I am still the prepubescent apple of their eyes, always present for a cuddle or a kiss. Sure, one must venture out into the ocean of life and seek to break new ground, to explore new frontiers. But sometimes the elements overwhelm you, and you long for the calm and serenity of that sheltered bay. Yet the shore always seems so distant, and out on the ocean, home could be a very alien concept. Sometimes, one just needs to put a pin to the rubber skin of the little dhingy out in the middle of an unforgiving ocean, and let the waves drown away your sorrows.

It’s snowing, it’s snowing!

I’m in Germany, with the best possible company in the world. My host family is amazing, the food is great and the weather, oh my (lol the German’s hate it, but for us Singaporeans, snow is simply heavenly)

Possibly the only thing bad about today was KLM! But what the heck it’s not gonna dampen mz spirit, two more weeks of exchange to go!

Time to embark on the greatest adventure of my lifetime! (No seriously, 6 weeks away from home, what more could anyone wish for?)

Don’t worry, I’m gonna update this blog as often as I possibly can with all the wonderful pictures and experiences! Wheeee!

Ciao! And if there is a pressing need to contact me, just send me a quick msg or just email me!

I seriously cannot tell the difference (with respect to guys) and Pearlyn is trying desperately to enlighten me. From what I can tell, badasses tend to be cute and upright innocent looking guys tend to be kawaii, weird benchmarks if you ask me. Oh well I’m a guy so I shall just stick to my cute and hot definitions for girls .

Spindler left us alone during German class today for more than an hour. Bad idea. If you can think of some crazy shit, we probably engaged in it during those 60 minutes of hell on earth. Take a guitar, a Chinaman, an ?American?, an Action (ACSian), a bunch of Singaporeans, some weird music, a big chair that spins, a whole lot of sugar and a quacking turkey (ok I made the last one up) and you get one utterly spontaneous and irrelevant session of merrymaking and mayhem. My video of the event is already on Facebook, which involves a certain Chups spinning and shrieking on the big chair. More videos are pending from the Action (hopefully).

As a sidenote, personal best 80 push-ups today . (No scorning for people who can do 200 (or more), I’m a wuss remember? )