it never gets old huh?

one of my many favourite past-times.

watching discovery.

really, no kidding.

and now this,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jGzl14Kra0
i'm going through all versions of the discovery commercial ad,
i'm putting all my favourites up.

: ))

sing it with me, BOOM DE YA DA.

boom de ya da.

i really like this ad.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EdaLfJjDuE
(i love the world commercial as on discovery channel)

what's on your heart today?

again,

Christmas isn't Christmas till it happens in your heart.

: )

all set.

i've got my book,
250 gigs worth of movies,
a tray of pineapple tarts.

hullo 5 day weekend.
: ))

blessed Christmas?

tatter tale.

you know who i'm envious of?

those who make capturing emotions seem deceptively simple.

whether in a telling piece of literature,
a reel of film,
in a picture,
in a music score.

i wish to tell stories.

but words fail me,
my artistic eye lost,
cinematography skills non-existent,
stubby hands on an aged piano.

such is the life of one with forgotten, locked- away talents.
(because everyone is gifted)

the deluge of posts because weekends are the only time i allow myself to think.
on weekdays, 'life' just gets in the way.

still searching.

i lovelovelove saturday's like these.

i run my flabby ass away,
i bang away at the piano (for this i have to thank my mother, all those thursday nights, and extra saturday piano lessons, hur.)
say hullo to online boutiques,
do my quiet time,
sit in front of the tv and watch a black and white film.

very dreamy.

yet some part of me longs for a soy mocha, and runs in botanical gardens instead of lembah kiara with its concrete pathway, and narrow lanes.

apology!

I MISSED TWO BIRTHDAYS.

i'm ashamed to call myself a friend.

bullseye.

all over again.

when will * tire of making me the target practice?

and things are looking a tad brighter.
come out and play mr. sunshine.

reality bites back.

it was silly of me to think that all is well and dandy.

as the truth confronts,
we shall overcome.

: )
not all is lost.

another one of those.

today was filled with pictionary and a spoilt golden retriever and attempting to suprise densy.

the last week has been work at ***.
nownow, i don't want them googling me up now do i?

you know what's a pain?
its not work, since they've got this really coolbananas of a coffee machine.

i'll keep it for another day.

i'm off to get fat on beefballnoodles somewhere downtown kl.

YUMYUMYUM.

p.s. i wish to write more insightful posts,
hopefully that part of me will reawaken soon.

i forgot.

I googled kl monorail.
I clicked on the link.

'WEBSITE UNDER CONSTRUCTION' .

thank you very much.

burn baby burn.

funny how,

shopping no longer holds any meaning for me.
i can't last 4 hours without needing to rush home to take a nap.
i'm growing old,
fuddy duddy.

and i'm still adjusting.

i hope it isn't going to take long.

p.s.
i had kaya balls today from jaya jusco.
they suck bad.
please someone, tell me where i can get good kaya balls from.
and they were a horrendous 2.90!
wasn't it only 2.00, 9 months ago?

happy family.

and i wish i was back there.

I hope I don't have to keep this act up for long.

SUCKITUP.

change of address.

please reroute all mail to 2/111.

yes, i've moved downstairs.

so instead of 3/111, its now 2/111.
well at least i've got a huge entertainer's deck now.

and thankyouthankyouandmanymorebottomoftheheartthankyous for the wishes.

i'll write you proper thank yous once this darned ace paper is out of the way.

10 months too late.

all good things come to an end.

friends forever.
: ((

~~~
its funny how there's a sudden need for catch-ups and coffee as departure season looms.
what happened to the other 9 months of the year?

hohumm.
why la like that?

sun, no sea, no sand.

the air is still,
i'm suffocating.

i'm referring to the weather and nothing else.
welcome to 31 degree days.

oh, and you know how summer's all about the sun, sea and sand.
because i'm stuck facing arial12 typeset, with the occasional italics and splashes of orange, green on a white background,
it explains the title of this post.

woohoo!

random fact #205: i like the smell of sunblock.

one day i'm going to read this,
and smack my head silly,
going
'what was I thinking!'

lovelots. keep safe. and keep sane.

slained dragons.

Your love it broke my fall

It’s more than enough and I need it‘

Cause I’ve never known better

And I’ll never know better

This love will see me soar

It’s more than enough and I need it‘

Cause I’ve never known better

And I’ll never know better

Love Enough, Hillsong United

haha. thank ptooey,
our text exchange made my day.

show no mercy!
ohkay, so i sound deranged.
*nervous laughter
: /

pre-finals.

last lap.

i see the finish line.
i sprint.

i shan't look back.
i shan't slow down.
i shan't breathe easy.

full steam ahead.

not on my own strength.
well, duuhhhhh.

: ))

all the best!

I don't know where I'm heading.

i don't feel like boarding the flight home now. 

stuff SQ 238.

expectations.

i must remember dreams/hopes/aspiration are not going to be handed to me on a silver platter.

smackmuhsillyplease.

a blessed birthday to jas and shuktard!

humble beginnings.

my vision is clearing,
i now see the silver linings.

an uneventful start,
a year etched forever in my memory.

its looking bright after all.
: ))

thank You.

In every victory,

Let it be said of me,

My source of strength,

My source of hope,

In Christ alone.

'In Christ alone'

kl-ipoh.

the best news i've heard the entire week, besides the recent attachment of course. haha!

oh how exciting!
ipoh to kl 3 hour train rides.

i'll be spending every weekend there come december-february.
can't wait!

if only mithele theh, you'll come home for Christmas.

: ((

identity crisis?

: /

jalan alor to jalan kejora?

i will strangle them, flush their heads down the toilet if they dare change it.

jalan alor must forever remain as jalan alor.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATTY NUMBER 2!

out of sight, out of mind.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxIMuwfQb7w
the kooks.
sigh, i missed them once,
and now i'm missing them for the second time.

'don't come too close, you don't wanna see my ghost'

matchbox, the kooks.

i've been listening to this song obsessively.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARYNCHONG!
CHECK YOUR VOICEMAIL!

friends for life.

almost there, another chapter to write before it closes.

i pray so hard,
from the bottom of my heart,
that we'll never be strangers.

thank God for salted fish 2008.

extragraceextragraceextragrace.
: )))

Dear friends,

life is fleeting.

realise that you might be the next obama,
realise that you might be the next oprah,
whether in your group of 3, in your community of 100s or in your nation of millions.

don't allow dreams to be mere dreams.
taken captive in the back of your mind.
only to be awaken 5 minutes before the door slams shut.

we have a choice.
~~

it took 4 passings for me to put this into words,
an abortion bill to be realised,
market meltdowns,
and much conflict within myself.

~~
i'll like to think i'm no dreamer,
i hope i do not ever forget to live life to the fullest.
and to look beyond myself.

i wish to say at the end of time,

' I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith'

2 Timothy 4:7

oh dear, i hope i have scared no one,

but this has been on my heart for a while.

have an awesome week chicas!!

thank you : )

Sweet damsel friend of mine
Whose hair resembles a mad vine
I regret to say that we of late
Have been estranged so here's a date

My last exam on **th November,
And if I rightly do remember,
The date coincides with your fair birth,
Your face, of course, gave the doctors much mirth.

Now my sweetheart, please don't tarry,
Or we'll end up with chicken peri-peri,
Let me know soon if you can make it,
I have to choose a place and stake it,

Is there anywhere you really want to go?
Or leave it up to me and I will show -
You to some food that's really quite neat,
Needless to say of course it's my treat.

Now please don't argue, it is too tiring,
And if you don't mind me enquiring,
Is there anything you want this year,
For a gift, or should I be quite cavalier?

If the date doesn't suit you pick another,
Until the 23rd if it's not too much bother,
Otherwise we'll just postpone the date,
And until we go home, it'll have to wait.

thanks fatty : )

: ))
you'll always be my one and only fatty. *shivers* haha.

i had to show the poem off,
to remain in my inbox, a dear loss.

David and Goliath.

the battle(s) are not our own.

foot in mouth.

6 years ago,

when i was in a team with 3 others,
debating over capital punishment,
in this dinghy little classroom in block b,
pavi or was it 'allhailqueensuga' made this comment,

blablabla.. two step dance, one, hand in mouth, blablabla, two blablabla.
something really witty,

which i'm sure wasn't original,
not an insult to her intelligence of course,but because i do remember her saying she read it off somewhere,

its bugging me, cause i just thought of it again, after so long,
and i can't find it online.

anyone?

easy listen.

wilco comes highly recommended.
great study companion.

try their album sky blue sky.
lyrics not meant to be appreciated,
one of those bands who write puzzling songs,(a compliment or not, up to them to decide, heh.)
guitar rifts aplenty.
use of bass, very sexy.

now i know why.
: ))

credit goes to j.phoon : )

internal combustion.

and my mind wanders...........

think macro, think policies, think endogenous growth model please.

edit:
oh i just told off a fellow tram commuter for littering,
with a straight, no-nonsense, poker face.
and i've never felt better.
: )

succession?

it feels like i'm ready to take on another year.

i honestly want to agree,
we've gone this far,
it was never easy for me,
how i struggled to find my footing this year,
how tempted i was to give up midway,
and how i found it hard to get along with some,
and hard it was to learn to love others,
is this really the time to let go?

I need an answer.
and quick.
replies are to be in by sunday.

a public declaration:
i love my cell to bits.

essentials.

my 'feng tau' music.

The Postal Service
Babyshambles
Cake
The Kooks
Bloc Party

thought i'll share.

AHHH!BLOC PARTY'S PLAYING AT FESTIVAL HALL ON TH 20/21ST!
URGHURGHURHG.

and all they have left are crap seats.

too go or not to go,
now, that is the question.

spread the love.

$10 camberwell skirt in laundry with whites.
not a good combo.

what a waste!
i loved the skirt,
it was this multicolour piece, with gold thread borders.

urgharughurgh.
stupid me.
i'm going to have to bin it.
the colours rubbed off, right onto each other.

stupidstupidstupidstupidstupid.

in memory of the purple skirt.

GAH!

sorry, as trivial as it is, I needed to rant.

missed calls.

so i lost my phone, and half of my mind.

and so if i don't pick up calls or reply to texts, i've got a very valid reason.

in a way, i'm happy i lost my phone.
a much needed break.
feeling worse about the missing cpec cap than my phone.

hmmm, 21,000 sweaty runners on the 12th of October.yummy.

on a more serious note, i'm glad melody got me to volunteer for this.
i've not seen/heard such a genuine/sincere thank you in a while. : )

and happy grad day sling!

oldfuddyduddys.

Happy birthday to my preeties, Didi and Ptooey,

and to my one and only smallboy/mrfashionista jamesyong.

more birthdays together please.
: ))

animal instincts.

how disturbing.

hearing loud thuds,
fearing the worse,I look out the window.
who knows,in Melbourne,even at 5 in the evening there may be a bunch of idiot drunkards having a go at each other.

all i see are 3 topless, barefooted boys whacking each other silly with this weird plastic blow up bat thing at the tennis court.
my gosh, and we call ourselves a civilised society.

well, I guess boys will always be boys.

: /

on a happyclappier note,

this is what i wake up to on most mornings (ie. 0630), now that its 25 degrees out on most days.

clearblueskies.

and this is what you see on the eve of the footy finals.

hawks vs. cats (like i know anything about footy)

back to econometrics.

parting ways.

goodbyes always suck.
regardless of the number of times you've done it.
and regardless of the miles that's already there between them two individuals.
doesn't take a genius to figure that one out.

good luck rah.
a new journey/season ahead,make me proud.

and you know why goodbyes suck?
cause there's this nagging feeling that the friendship will dissolve,
and all you that you are to each other,
are
strangers.

GAH.

art appreciation.

l-r: edward steichen - maypole , the empire state building(a crazy photo! the lines!mygosh, how he managed to capture that on film, I don't know!genius), jean dupas,jean patou( i'll love for my ahem, wedding dress to look something like that)

For aesthetic reasons, I cropped the pictures.
so obviously, I didn't do any of the artist's featured justice.

Three of my favourite pieces from the national gallery of victoria's melbourne winter masterpieces collection, art deco 1910-1939.
to think I was going to give it a miss because no tim/dick/harry wanted to go.
hooboy, that was close.

I learned all about streamlining (ie, where ordinary household items were given the appearance of all things fast) ie. the cord (what a beauty!), how art nouveau met its demise, paul colin and his sketches of josephine baker (she who danced like a savage by night, dressed like a glamour doll by day and was pursued by a grand total 1500 men of which 1 killed himself at her feet). How each piece of furniture was painstakingly created, and how/where the table's legs ended was of such significance. Its amazing, staring at the layers of paint, every texture created, every flowered motif, the colours, layers of lacquer, rhinestone, platinum, gems.i was in awe really.

and there was this really cool installation of the strand's foyer.
salvaged from the erh claws of the bulldozer in the year 1969.

but one exhibit which struck me most, was the one which featured hollywood films in its heyday.
how even during the great depression, it garnered audiences of tens of millions, with only the Bible and Koran to beat.

how fantasy, dreams, hopes helped keep them alive.

i can't wait for next year's.

no mean feat.

haha, it took me 3 tries to get up on that bale of hay.
a lot of laughs on my expense.
and even on the last try, josh had to yank me up.

lteecee, was really good.
going as kitchen hand instead of participant was wayyyy refreshing.

clean hands, pure hearts please.
am excited for the journey ahead, them i mean.

to be or not to be?

am not sure whether to commend the said person on his/her ability to 'adapt'.

so shrewd.so sly.
is there any ounce of sincerity in his/her actions?
or is he/she being nice just to worm his/way through to getting his/her heart desires.

sigh.
i don't know what to believe anymore.

be good people.
from the heart.
<3

breaking ranks.

its good to know that they are all not lap-dogs to the party, to certain authoritative figures. *ahem

go Encik Zaid, Dr Asri!

you inspire me.
really.

say no to using the ISA against civilians.
justice to the people.

: ))

and self-censorship?
its already out in the open, a ticking time-bomb,
discuss it in the open already.

the Malaysian government/police force should really stop with these knee-jerk reactions.

ignorante.

what a way to start my day.

sighums.
its disgusting, following the developments.

malaysian politicians are really good at sweeping problems under the carpet,
let it grow mouldy, resulting in an infestation.

instead of detaining the culprit,
here they go, trying to pacify the majority.

brainless dimwits or what?

i'm darn pissy right now.

friends i like.

uber cool.

http://anythingbutnaked.blogspot.com/2008/09/gif-animations-generator-gifupcom.html

and i'll be back for more cheecheongfun and bowling people!
and italian (and nasi lemak panas) with lindy.
mangolo and dim sum sessions with cla,di,vee.
morning breakfast with pops and moms.
jalan alor.
YUMM.

come home for Christmas rafah, mithele, rah!

: (

blackblackheart.

social justice.

why does everything have to be written in black and white?
why is it that we have to be dictated by what's in the manual, and not what's from the heart.
why must we be taught to do good?or to do good for the fear of repercussions?

are there no more amongst us who are, so to speak 'inherently good'?

we legalise things too much.
it feels like there's so much emphasis on imposing social responsibility on others by way of law,
so what comes out is no longer a natural reaction.
bureaucrats really complicate things for us.

we need to go back to the basics people.

sigh, a sad state of affairs. back home, here, now.
human pride/in the name of championing the rights of others. at the expense of what our forefathers fought for 51 years ago.
hohumm.
politicians. serving self-interests. the same old story of broken promises.

God help us.

silver lining:
alone time at gloria jeans, with accounting notes, with no one but emiliana torrini for company.

ahh. bliss.

how can you sleep at a time like this?

http://www.archive.org/details/jmraz2008-08-12.flac

jason mraz, the forum, 120808.

oh, you'll need a vlc player for this one.

because its a beautiful day out, and i'm stuck at home
oh how i love walking by vca.men in tights.
kidding!

You are my joy!

if felt as if someone had kicked me in the gut,
and am or correction, 'was' hurled over in pain.

number 4's, really are number 4's.
when they go out of the way, ie. walk up from flinders to lonsdale after a longlong day to meet the other to allow the other to unload, and buys the other a gingerbread man.
sigh :))
and no, of course i'm not talking about myself.

basking in self pity,
with stereophonics whispering 'sweet nothings' into my ear,

'maybe tomorrow, I'll find my way home'

-Maybe Tomorrow, Stereophonics'

the next song plays,

From wherever spring arrives

To heal the ground

From wherever searching comes the look itself

A trace of what we’re looking for

So be quiet now and wait

Here is our king, here is our love

Here is our God Who’s come

To bring us back to him

He is the one, he is Jesus, Jesus

-Here is Our King, David Crowder Band-

nuff' said.

penelope!

typical, cheesy, rom com.
time well spent.
james mcavoy.
hahaha. as den does it, 'psssst'.

because I don't know how to upload videos.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l80is3pDDKM

secret(s).

i love saturdays like the one I just had.

i scramble out of bed, awakened by sunshine! and the chinese serial(s) my sister (the second!) plays incessantly on her laptop, for a breakfast of peanut butter jelly toast.

rush out of the house, with what the sister calls the afghan scarf, bird bag packed out with books, and heads in the direction of more food.
lunch with jas and kimchi.
sharing the latest 'goss'. haha.

walks around aimlessly for a bit, heading in the direction of the new sportsgirl store, but voice in head guides my short legs towards the city library.

where with my ahem muffin tops for company, i attempt to study macro.
ad, as, u, hmm.

heads home, then heads out again by foot! to koko black.
struggles hard with self to keep conversations going, fuelled on by chocolate.
and note to self: to get people to open up, force feed them chocolate!
thankyoujohnmah!lucien!jess!

with leland for company, we take that 20 minute walk.
and along the way, on the steps of flinders station, we stop to watch a group of asian church goers, singing on to the rude, rowdy drunk streets of melbourne.
very brave and ultimately inspiring.

again, i love days like these.
now, time to wave them goodbye,
and time to get my act together.

oh, pet peeve number 230:
commercialising Merdeka ie. $20 to club your night away with the pretense of celebrating independence.

pray for Malaysia : ) I'm not giving up on you just yet.

swoon!

you heard it first here,

so it was by accident I watched australian idol tonight.
and ohmygosh,
there was this crazy, amazing guy of a singer.
he writes, he plays like john mayer minus the fact he plays the flamenco,
and he speedsings (think jason mraz) about martin luther.

the reality show freak is back in action.

check him out here:
http://www.australianidol.com.au/video.html?vxSiteId=d8d9c048-9737-4812-9589-10bb2864aa03&vxChannel=S6Aud5%3ASydPt1&vxClipId=2558_0109TT280808&vxBitrate=300&CMP=LEC-DANCEgetVideoLink

i really must learn to link proper.

here comes another.

okay, breathe.

econometrics girl pulled out of group.
i'm left with two unknowns, with an assignment due next week, and math so hard I want to shoot my brains out.
dahlarh, i'm not a math person.

ohkay, so maybe i was asking for it.

but nono, i shall not admit defeat.

press on jenny!press on!

and i'm still thinking of shopping!

SMACK ME SILLY, HANG ME UPSIDE DOWN PLEASE.

missing the point.

Enough 'where to's/how to's/what's in/what's out'.

From my rounds in blog-o-sphere, I've realised the greatest honour to receive as a blogger is for another to leave a 'you inspired me' note on the blogger's tagboard.

of course that doesn't mean less whiny/ranty nonsense from yours truly,

but let my cupeth runneth and overfloweth.

: ))))

c'mon leechongwei!

extended family.

we need to do this till we're 50 and he's dead.

mraz was with jo, sling, mel, NUMBER 4!, BFFFF, lyn, jming,sanne.

in my personal opinion,

he wasn't at his best.

the night at prince of wales was WAAY better.

it was his backups which took the spot light.

sigh, leroymichael.

observable patterns.

1) Cranky on Sunday nights, Monday mornings, Tuesday nights and Wednesday mornings.

2) Perks up considerably at 12.00 pm Mondays and Wednesdays.

3) Times her exit from Richard Berry at 4.10 sharp to catch the no.8 to QV. Hops off and gets on to the number 1 right behind.

4) Wallows in self pity at 2.00 p.m Thursdays

5) Jumps in glee 8.00 a.m. alternate Tuesdays

6) Contemplative at 10.00 p.m. every second Wednesday of the month.

saving fish from drowning calls.
buhbye.

sunshine!

bah humbug.
its dark and gloomy out.

when i first wrote the original, it was 9 in the morning. its now a dreary 3.
i feel a sense of impending doom.
i need to stop procrastinating.
unknowingly, i deleted the original post, so now I'm left with a whiny/ranty note.

i'll write when my source of inspiration comes out to play again.

: )

livin'itup.

jen needs to start living out her own dreams,

and not the dreams of others.

the little powwow over lunch helped put things in perspective again.

thanks to number4+jeml.

more than ready to take on the world. hahah.

with numbers 1 to 3 of course.

for laugh(s).

their last shot at fame.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25qiZy7vmqY
(new kids on the block)
ohmygosh, what were they thinking really.

and the coolest thing about having sisters from gen-X,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7vAcLY0v8s
(evan and jaron)

and here's marky mark and the funky bunch.
mark wahlberg when he was still the underwear model.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnzgNAzquCw

buried treasure. haha : )

things that made my day : )

1. it wasn't about me. it certainly was a pleasure serving alongside the both of you!
2. screwtape letters! if you read this, that was totally unexpected! THANKYOUSOSOSOMUCH!
3. invite to dinner! and knowing that's he's finally a-okay.

such is life, that the first week of uni is great.

aiks. it can only go downhill from here.
but i will continue praising!

or at least i'll try.
: )))

~~~

its now saturday,
its an odd feeling, no new mails in my gmail.
the past week was crazy, what with O-week.
and i've been/experienced the heart of every ministry.

what's up with that?
time to sit/reflect/decide.

sourpuss.

so much I wish to share, a lot of unnecessary detailed information, a lot of pent up feelings, bruised thoughts.

but i shan't.

not here.

my blogging ways have caught up to me.

too late to turn the clocks back.

uni's starting tomorrow.

cheer up emo kid : (

lighterlightercheeriernote!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WINDYLINDY!
you know you're going to have a great one, wish I was there celebrating it with you.

i wish i may, i wish i might. hoohumm.

we'll have a second celebration when I'm back!

hahhaha. probably the most 'unglam' picture of us 3.

from september on, we'll probably need to make use of lindy's photoshop skills to 'appear' in the same picture together.

aiya, silly me.

seasons change.

the final straw.

7.30 was like any other 7.30s the past 6 months.

however I did get yelled at by the dhl guy on the other end for not being home for the last two times he tried delivering a package for me.
and it wasn't even my fault.
ohoh, but he did apologise after.
but not after I gave him a piece of my mind.
pfft.

and theeeeennnn,
there was this lady who came in being all rude and bossy, and that just got on my nerves.

that just got the ball rolling.

then it was 5 degrees outside. I was tired, and have been on my feet for a good 12 hours and I walked out of IGA going 'crap!I don't have my keys'.
and it was raining.
oh boy.was it going to be a long night.

sister saves the day!
whilst i was making my way to the nearest maccas which is a good 10 minutes away by tram,
she arrives home.

so by the time I got home, its been 13 hours since I last had a shower.
not counting the quick rinse I got when it poured.

and theeeennn,
I attempted to boil rice.
with my third wonky finger, I measure the water nonetheless.
ahh, finally, I step into the shower.

minutes later, the air smells strangely familiar.
ahah! burning rice.
ohoh, burning plastic too.
whoopdeedoo.

there goes the rice.
there goes the pot.
there goes my day.

THE END.

cool bananas.

ohmygosh, i need to stop stuffing myself.

i've depleted my sister's supply of mooncake biscuits and muruku.
and because its so bloody' cold (and no, I don't mean to curse, but I love the English don't you?haha.), though i don't have the sniffles, i've got a runny nose.

and the guys came to eat, and they left.
ahaha.

a good start to the semester ahead?
c'mon people, be excited!

oh snap!

back to reality.

back to responsibilities, early starts, peanut butter jelly sandwiches.

all good things have to come to an end.

pictures, detailed updates soon.

as good as it gets.

i can't believe i've missed out on 5 months of your lives.

rahrah, the one on my/your right larh.

like the one above,

another one of those tales of unlikely friendships.

the times where she used to stroll into class late with her blonde hair, how i disapproved of her skipping classes.

she'll never change that one. the rebel, heartbreaker.

how 2 months changed all of that.

~~~

because I do not have a life, I've been blog hopping since 8.30 in the morning.

from the disgusting political scene back home, to pictures of foodfoodohgloriousfood!, i've read it all.

haiya, i want to go home.

days like these.

melbourne seems beautiful again.

maybe it was the unlikely company over lunch,
maybe it was the YUMMM muffin from breadwell,
maybe it came from having to thread unfamiliar ground.

a fresh sense of hope.

mark this date.

1. a veryvery good article in the times. liberal patriotism vs conservative patriotism.
2.
3.

oh fine, hmm, that's about the only good thing that happened today.

barbeque wasn't particularly momentous.
not for myself anyway, hope it was for the rest who were there.

edit!: ooh! we brought or rather jemtan brought two fire brigades to our doorstep.
hahahaha.he sat off the fire alarm. thank God for a real fire or we would have ended up with a $800 fine for a false alarm)
(very funny, jemtan wanting to feed us chicken wings managed to set the ovenette on fire, so that set of the smoke alarms, and brought 3 firemen in full gear up to the 10th floor. aiya, should have taken a picture with those 3 dashing not so young men.hahahaha. )

oh the afterparty with number 4 around safeway (thenewestcoolesthangoutplace) reminded me of the times back home in kl where i'll be out gallivanting with either the mitheletheh (ahh, the crabs at jalan alor, bangsar, chickenwings at 12) or around ss2 with fatty having mango lo.
good times.
: )

wanted:

i've got a thing for british/european accents.

soo sexaaayy.
hahahahaha.

yesterday's power brunch session was awesome possum.
don't leave smelly.
he's a lucky guy.

rumour has it,

that prices of stationeries will be up by 40% soon-ish,

so start hoarding people.

oh goodness, I need a life.

perhaps, a new one in munich, where there has only been 8 murders and a thousand + break ins as of 2007.

voted by monocle as the world's second most liveable city.

hohumm.
sounds like a plan.

another note,
the 'loveyourtrams' campaign seem to be working.

the next time you get off a tram, a 'thank you' wouldn't hurt.
who knows, you may have turned mr./miss/mrs. tram driver's day around.

tonight, mr no. 1 apologised for braking too hard,
two weeks ago, other mr no. 1 stopped in the middle of the junction to let me on,
three weeks ago, mrs/miss no.1 wished me a good night.

hoohumm.

how i love my no. 1's.

read me like an open book.

oh how sometimes I wish I was more transparent.

today is a beautiful day,
and I shan't ruin it by spending it indoors.

through the grass/meadows/fields of posies I shall run.

Definition(s):

Party.

Pronounciation: parttteehh

1. People watch at QV whilst trading the day's happenings
2. Walk around Safeway aimlessly to kill time
3. Walk backwards up the block along lonsdale's killer wind tunnels
4. Having 3 people crammed onto a 2 seater, staring at a 15 inch for two hours, you-tubing.

Thank God for friends like them.

in the loop.

first night back at coffee min, and it was really good.

too many new faces.

i'm sorry i ever lost that 'fire' to serve.
so tonight, was a breathe of fresh air.

the churros before that was good too.
and so were the cookiechacha and mint drink.
but the company,
even better.

good times, great taste.

communal feasting.


darn, i miss.

sucks to be me.

so i'm sitting around moping, wondering whether i should show up at coffee min tonight.

its funny really,
I thought at this point I'll be ecstatic.

If only I could turn back time.

pfft. get real jen-ny, get real.

brighter side of things,
hot chick (as she'll like to be referred to as of now) will be here in july!

but that's a loooonngggg waaayy too gooo.

rerun(s) : )

because this makes me happy.

my entry from 06.09.2007

" smile. and the world will smile right back at you.

in the midst of everything,

all i want to do is to make waves in the sand. "

i've come a long way since then huh?

3/4 of a year can make or break you.

a little happier, a little more homesick, and drumroll please,

a little heavier on the sides.

i sure do have a sense of humour,

for someone who is far from prepared for her last paper on tuesday.

stupidratrace.

so that was really quick.

two papers have come and gone by.

praise God!

a paper on monday and the day after,
mustmust study!

imissthembackhome.

and i can't wait for the day,
when i'll just stay in,get myself a quick fix (hurhur.), watch forrest gump, a bar of chocolate in one hand, and a book in the other.

hoohuumm. boy am i going to be fat.

aiyaiyai!

i've got papers strewn all over,
its annoying me.
i'm spending way too much time cleaning up, searching through my mess, than studying.

praypraypray for me please.

: )

raging seas.

hahaha.

http://clarynthegreat.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-to-do-when-petrol-prices-hike-up.html

icanhearyouinmyhead clarynchong.

: )

and i had another good day today,
will write about it when i'm less drunk, more sober.

not on alcohol mind you.
tsktsk.

note to self: write about santa's little helper.

ouch.

i feel your pain.

a 40% hike is no easy news to digest.

~~~

hmmm.yesterday was a good day. and so was the day before.

finally someone is 'attached'.
hurhurhur.

1st of June yea?
a toast to you both.

: )

punching bag.

suck it up.suck it up.

that's what friends are for right?

~~~
guess who's going to 'partteeeh on' with mraz for the second time in the year??

teeeeeeheeeeheeeeeeeee.

: ))))

back to the books!

nights like these,

its comforting,

having someone stay up with you.
while you're 'slavingawaytirelessly' flipping pages, coffemix pumped,
the grinder works its way with the peanuts,
and soup is left to simmer in the slowcooker,

thanks sister.

appreciate it loads.

~~~

then i wake up to pancakes (you know those chinese ones at the pasar malam?) frying in the pan.

this is the life.
: )

round two!

he's one heck of a smooth dood.

i've got him blasting in the next room,
the bass pumping, the shelves vibrating.
random words strung together to make a song,

the neighbours must be pissed.
a party of 7!
repeat of st kilda minus the 'afterparty', 18/3.

: )
12/8, can't wait!

good listen(s).

oddly and unashamedly, i will admit here,

I enjoy listening to babyshambles.

who knew a druggie like pete could hit a nerve?

ohoh, but i can't make out a single word he's singing.
haha.

mraz!round two! : )

< 3

it runs in the family.

'.........no rain after a long while and be going to a wedding dinner tonight at Renaissance. D '

(she uses smiley faces too. TEEHEE.)

Bye and buketful of hugs and kisses

now you know where i got my sappy-ness from.

how to disappear completely and never be found.

how apt.

all at once and the scientist aren't helping.

but a certain someone's reply made the afternoon a little better.
cheecheongfunandfishballs : /

and don't worry guys, its a non-existent problem.
'cari pasal'.
i'm an expert on that.

aiya,
its just one of those nights.
where I wished for it to rain on my parade, and it just poured.

~~~

"What makes you who you are? A name? An address? A random collection of experiences, a few memories? You are who you can prove you are. You are what people think - and that's the easiest thing in the world to change."

darn you finals!

~~~

CARPE DIEM!

living in the moment,

leaving the past.

mustmustmust.

: )

stone age.

Munirah Bahari(National Islamic Students Association of Malaysia vice-president) was reported as saying: “The white blouse (in reference to the school uniform) is too transparent for girls and it becomes a source of attraction”, and that it could encourage “rape, sexual harassment and even premarital sex”.

hurhurhur.

~~~

I could sing of Your love forever. : )

teehee.

my smiley faces look like they have bindi's because of the fullstops.

sugarrrhigh.

happy times.

I'm happy for you, you and you.

Really!

One's out/at/in the studio doing her 'thang', the other's done with assignments and is going to have an awesomepossum super duper exciting time ahead of her! (thankyouforsharingwithmeandmakingmyday!), the other 'killedit' at powergen.

thankyouforallowingmetobeapartofyourjourney!

: )

you guys have been a tremendous source of inspiration/encouragement/support.

Thank You.

growthspurtpleaseandthankYou!

~~~

my hands are shaking from carrying this torch

from carrying this torch for you.

my handsmareshaking, sondre lerche.

think happy thoughts : )

the final frontier.

first space, second space,

ewan dood was really good.
Acts 17:16

and I'm glad I had that conversation today.
Its been way too long.

from being near inseparable, we've been reduced to hi bye friends.
and I thought he robbed me of a friend,
oh how wrong I was.

my bad.teehee.

I miss home.

leaky faucet.

darn you cold.

just because : )

redoxonredoxonredoxon overdose.

reewwiiinnd.

I've screwed up my waking/sleeping hours.
Instead of being in bed, and remaining there for the next 8 hours,
I'm blurry eyed and wide awake.

~~~

so life here is not all happyhappyjoyjoy.
(just another one of those days. sighummms.)

Fly me home someone

: )

thankyoufor your ear number 4, and thankyou number4 for being considerate and aiming in the other direction.
but thankyou most of all, for the company.

what would I do without you and You?

sheeps go to heaven,

and dogs go to hell.

-Sheeps go to heaven, Cake-

okay, so I didn't mean to sound like such a sadist,

but bald dude's request got this song stuck in my head.

all thanks to those artsyfarts at MN.

relieved!

I've got the bestest ob groupmates ever.

I had the best inter micro partner ever.

I had a good first two hours at work today.

We scream, kick, screw up so often, and keep count of those moments,

we really don't seem to care anymore.

Bec and Mel are the best bludgers to bludger with.

: )

Thank You.

Disclaimer: We did a lot of work to make up for our earlier two hours of bludgering.

bludddgerrrr away people.

l-tee-c.

I'm so glad to have shared that part of your life.

the weekend was an awesomepossum time away out at the boondocks.

Many squeaks and snores from the top bunk, strolling in to a room full of people in 'pumping' position.

many 'this is crap' moments.

hopping over piles of manure at 6.30 is no fun.

honestly, in the beginning, it felt like a chore, having to spend a good 4 hours of my Saturday morning in a back room with people I barely knew.

I'm sorry I ever felt that way.

Thank you for the many reminders, to come with 'the right posture', to 'come expectant'.

Thank you for believing in me, us.

Thank you for your hearts.

and finally once again Thank you for You and for this

'opportunity of a lifetime in this lifetime of opportunity'.

It was an amazing journey, and I'm so glad I never knew to say no or rather was never given the opportunity to say so.

march onward. : )

anothernote,anothernote,

johnmayeristoosexy on 'the village sessions'.

please have a listen.

~~~

and happy birthday to you Fatty Tan,

I couldn't have been blessed with any better : ) (along with the others/rest,teeheee.)

MANY <3's, size="2">(hahahahaha. insidejoke.)

the honorary other 'lee', the one who's seen me in my daggiest of clothes, the one who's seen me throw tantrums, the one who's on the Dean's list, the one who calls me at the 'ungodliest of hours', the one who listens to me rantrantrant, the one who unashamedly sings along with me to Ashlee Simpson, the one who watches trashymtvshows with me, the one whose laughter and stories are infectious, and regardless of the many times we've annoyed each other,

a toast to manymanymoreyearsofahappyclappyfriendship.

off my back.

I'm turning into an imsomniac.
This is bad.

I've got a hotsizzlingchica as a friend.haha.
I hope to get free sushi now.
I can only hope and pray, that number 4 won't turn into 'oneofthem'.

The horror.

prayprayfastfast. Why be ashamed?

and this is how I feel.

This little piggy went to the market,

This little piggy stayed home,

This little piggy had roast beef,

This little piggy had none.

Untitled, Steve Carell and Co., Dan in Real Life.

Over coffee and a white macadamia, we shared our lives.

Its been way too long.

long weekend ahead.

and yes, the assignment count still sits at a gazillon.

thankyou, you and You for making my day yet again.

Those chocolates and that two page long letter all the way from Adelaide sure came as a 'suprise'.
what more the 'post-boy' who delivered it.
hahaha.

I miss you guys lots wherever you are.
Please pay me a visit and I'll be heaps happier.
Thank you.
: )

and because I feel like it.



l-r:
grandmama,sisters$20usbpoweredfanpurchasefromofficeworks,ibaked!,jjohnson,weetards.

bliss.

I wish everyday was a Tuesday afternoon.

After an hour of 'huh,gettothepointalready' micro lecture, kerekere skinny mocha, sardinepacked finance lecture, a 15minute ob group meeting, 'agettingtoknowyou' chat on the tram, and then degraves for a good 15 minutes, walking back and forth along the stalls, and finally deciding on a hot salami baquette'. a 10 minute tram ride, and here I am blogging to remind me of Tuesdays like this.

: )

Don't stop.

Never give up

Hold your head high

And reach the top.

Don't Stop, S Club 7.

'No one can serve two masters...'

Matthew 6:24

tried and tested.

its so unlike me to 'pourmyheartout' this often.

what was bugging me for the past week has now been resolved.

four'sforlife.

i think i'm happy again.

now to run the starbursts' off.
then i'll be heck loads happier.

a case of

my heart leading my head on.

I'll do whatever it takes

To turn this around.

Whatever It Takes, Lifehouse.

Happy 20th friends : )

puas?

letting the rope slip,

i'm losing grip,

who is there to break my fall?

circumstances.

I shan't allow them to get the best out of me.

Words, they come so easy,

Actions, nowhere found near.

urgh..

I need to talk to number 4.
I need to text like a few gazillion bazillion people.

breathe.

*be nice to me phone.
please and thank you.

because it came from the heart.

you and You turned what was supposed to be a 'crapiwokeuponthewrongsideofthebed' day to a

'skip in my step and a smile on my face' afternoon.

I hope it lasts.

'smile and the whole world will smile right back at you.'

someone once told me that line got him into a whole load of trouble,

haha, but it worked out great for me.

bmx guy gave me a big fat grin in return!

i'm happy, and I hope it'll rub off you.

have a great week please!

~~~

a good hour with WINDYLINDY!

and part 2 came in the mail today!

thankyou,you and You.

: )

2 down, a gazillion more to go.

Its official.

I'm removing the word 'fun' from my dictionary.

much love : )

retards.

In number 4's words.

Universal. Lame jokes on the field. Cornetto's and Magnum's.

M&M's. 900g pack vs. 250g pack.

Its all your fault!

Many laughs.

Shoulder tapping, shoe hiding, underwear smelling.

have a great week guys!

and mails will be replied soon-ish, rest assured.
: )

BFFs'.

The Office Season 4!

: )))))))

Two to tango.

E.Tee=4s' (credit to s.ling)

now, so how does melpor fit into the equation?

waiting for your knight in shining armour to appear.

teehee.

i'm excited.

hahahahhaa!the 1st of april.

who will ever forget?

we can go on a double date now.

: ) i'm happy.

caught in between.

Confession.

I just made a very selfish decision.

Necessary for survival?

URGH.SOMEONE KILL ME PLEASE.

bumbling idiot.

I fumble over my words,
sweaty palms typing away furiously at the sticky keyboard,
blinking orange lights.

swwoooooonn*.

bedtime story.

jaded?

'But these are all inadequate, because the infinite abyss can only be filled by an infinite and immutable object..'

-Blaise Pascal-

And two weeks later, he's still giving me the hibbyjibbies.

camp and such.

Even youths grow tired and weary,

and young men stumble and fall;

but those who hope in the Lord

will renew their strength,

They will soar on wings like eagles;

they will run and not grow weary,

they will walk and not be faint.

Isaiah 40:30-31

Its good to know that you're never alone on this journey.

So how was your Easter weekend?

life is wonderful.

it takes a crane, to build a crane,

it takes two floors to build a story,

it takes an egg to make a hen,it takes a hen to make an egg

there is no end to what i'm saying.

no pun intended, really.

thankche.

he's so down to earth, it felt as if i could ask him out for miloais.

ican'tstoprantingravingthinking.

Dearest,

Fatty.

No, not you fatty.
The other fatty.

I MISS YOU LOTSLOTSLOTS too!

i'm really sorry we didn't get to 'hang' one last time before we left.

that was one of the sweetest life updates i've gotten so far.

thank you, you made my day.

and it feels so good.

have done what i've been meaning to do since i got back.

sent out 3 e-mails.
and that one snailmail to that someone.

: )

getting my priorities straight.

inspire me please.

~~~

and i'm afraid to call.
I'm afraid you'll pick up, we'll go through the 'hi,howareyou?what'veyoubeenupto?'
followed by a long awkward silence.

but I want you to know that I'll always be there for you.

and if you think its you i'm talking about,
maybe it is you, maybe it isn't.

anyhoo,
muuuuuucchhloveeeeeee,
me.

score!

Joey's not too bad of a guy. Looks like one of those from Fall Out Boy.

I love my cell.

: )

Dear friends back home,

I miss you lotslotslots like crazy lots!

Am thinking of you guys constantly.

Sorry for the absence.
The non arrival of promised mails/cards, presence on msn.

Will be back soon!

LOVELOVELOVE lots,
me.

thrown into the deep end.

Labor day weekend.

~~~


struggling to stay afloat.

holding my chin up, I'm paddling furiously.


I know i'll survive.

for Your grace is sufficient for me.

jack in the box.

Surprises aplenty.

Unknowingly, I needed a 'pickmeup'.

And it came in the form of unlikely friendships.

There was the number 4 who was being really annoying during the whole finance lecture. And after much drama involving a stolen bicycle, I finally met *ahem*.

To *ahemahem*, I really like *ahem*.

I think *ahem's* really cool.

: )

FOCUS!

Focus Jen, Focus.

The world sucks you in, then spits you out.

so suck it up.

I sometimes wish I was more articulate.
I wish I could paint, write poetry, or maybe even a song or two.

I can do neither.

: (

Day 1.

same ol'. same ol'.

good in a way, bad in some.

drinkdrink.laughlaugh.share.pray.

be excited!

k, so i'm friggin excited right now.

i'm bouncing in my seat, waiting to take off.

its going to be one heck of a bumpy ride,
but i'll be hanging on tight.

With His breath in my lungs I am coming undone.

And I cannot hold it in and remain composed.

Love's taken over me and so I propose the letting myself go.

I am letting myself go.

You are my joy.

-You are my joy, David Crowder Band.-

the people that matter.

those back home, or were back home.

AND THEY PLAYED FALLING SLOWLY AT THE OSCAR'S!

craving.

that familiarity.

it all seems so strange, so surreal.

that click when my key fits into the lock. the number 1. the confidence I have when walking into that store, knowing where everything is placed.

The painful past and the many sweet memories.

Thank you, you and You for the past 3 months.

Now, to BE EXCITED for the next 10 months.

: )

5 year olds.

pfffft.

a certain micallef and a certain lim are getting on my nerves.

10 mails of 'EPM Tute Swap' followed by another 10 mails with the header 'PISS OFF'.

so, i had my tenpin rematch, without Densy. how can??

PFFFFT.

you know I'm such a fool for you.

i miss my 14 year old self.

The one who had to be forced out of bed at 7 every morning. The one who clutches her pilsy from house to house, and falls asleep on the rocking chair in mama's and only wakes for breakfast at 8.00. The one who then stumbles back to the rocking chair, falls asleep and only wakes in time to shower and to have lunch prepared by her aunt who slaved over the stove the entire mornng, while her butt was conveniently glued to the rocking chair before aunty bus shows up at mama's doorstep at 11.45.

I miss my 16 year old self.

The one who gets back from school. Showers and then seats herself at the marble table waiting to be served. Then with her hair wet, falls asleep on the rocking chair after reading the day's papers, only to be found by Mama, who will then heckle her about going to sleep with her hair wet. Then as she slept, Mama will fan her with her tiny kipas, to spare her from 'tau fong', or in its literal translation, head wind, when she's 40 and greying.

My nearest and dearest.
My mama and kuche.
: )

my technicolor dream.

'yi mai ping'.
'limau ais'.
' sai fan'.

late night rendezvous'.

'last one there buys red bean lo. '

speeds from one end of ss2 to the other, overtaking the other competing 'team', running out from the car(s), jumping over drains, almost landing ourselves in front of an oncoming myvi, having everyone stare at us as we run breathless and laughing hysterically into the shop.

seen the person whom i've been wanting to see for the past 3 months, catches up on life, plots events that may or may not happen over the next few days, have the car shat on.

speeeeeds home.

never ever park car beneath trees outside makhbul.

are you kidding me?

Sondre Lerche in Singapore on the 14th?

I'm pissy. So pissy.

I want to whack balls flying at speeds of 40mph.
I want to hang off a 'cliff'.
I want to scream my lungs out, 65 metres up.
I want to bump someone off the tracks.
I want a tenpin rematch.

oh, to be young and reckless.

i think i'll name my daughter ginger.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrLzdLyahWI&feature=related

fatty's the best-est. along with kimchi. the sisters. and everyone else.

: )

be mine : )

bestest v-day ever.

long drives. decanter. pink cushions. tealights. swensen's. amazing race asia finale.

more of these please.

if only didi was there with us three.

hello. good morning. goodbye.

speaking of cementing your foot to the ground, and cuffing myself to the bed post,

in a way, i can't wait to get back to the number 4, por por head, nova, jason*, the runs from st kilda road to dodds at 12 in the morning, peanut butter jelly sandwiches every morning, coffee runs before exams.

who am I kidding?

I've got the family here, mango lo with fatty, didi, and clare, more late night bowling with the ptooey and densy, and maybe ah chong, nasi lemak every morning if i wanted, hassan's rojak, sunday mornings after church at jalan alor, movies with moms and pops.

There really is no place like home.

spastic-ism.

bowling four fries.

for more stupid pictures/ and juey's directorial debut,

http://www.anythingbutnaked.blogspot.com/

that warm fuzzy feeling.

Before the world began,
You were on His mind,
And every tear you cry,
Is precious in His eyes.

~~~

Nothing you can do,
To make Him love you more,
And nothing that you've done,
Could make Him close the door.

-So You Would Come-

the silence is deafening.

a sudden departure.

a tidal wave of emotions.

a 'i'm so happy you have a papa'.

i'm fine, and I hope that they will be too.

so easy.

to want to give in.
Too easy to be the one who falls.
So hard to be strong, to be the one who soldiers on.

When the music fades,

All is stripped away,

And I simply come.

-Heart of Worship-

that mutual understanding.

yes, that one.

2 years.

Time changes a person, and maybe those feelings you once used to have.

A question of what could have been?

I've got a story to tell.

Speaking of botak boy,

this reminds me of the time, where this dood from camera house went through all the trouble (annoyed his colleauges, help lug my groceries aroud, infected his laptop with my virus infested usb drive, and the list ges on) to undo my mess on a photoshop-ed picture.

a whole hour for a 29 cent print.

there still is hope!

: ) : ) : )

toe-tapping, finger-snapping.

stacey kent - breakfast on the morning tram

http://www.staceykent.com/

on very rare occasions, have I fallen in love with an album on my first listen.

oh botak boy at rock corner, thankyouthankyou for being ever so patient with me.

i'm happy, are you?

: )

five words.

Thank God for sane friends.

Two of the many.

From the depths of my heart, thank You.

bittersweet.

I remember the times where I'll tag along for the car ride to drop my sister off at your place.

I remember your skates which we ruined.

and I still have that Donkey Kong of yours with your last name imprinted on it.

Picture Perfect.
..........................................

How much more dense can one get?

And if you think its you I'm talking about, you're wrong.

And it doesn't help that one emo song is playing after the other.
Time to visit the grandma and be all happy clappy again!
: )

Its that time of the year again.

When you pack em' up, and ship em' away.

If found, please return to:

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MALAYSIA.