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