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:

................................................

................................................

................................................

MALAYSIA.

Nothing Lasts Forever.

loh pak ko. barli peng. roger's chicken wings at 2 per piece. (TSK!for chicken barbequed by the roadside), kat chai shin mui.

Its a wonder Malaysians aren't any fat-ter than they are right now at the rate we're all eating.

'payu udara', how to flirt with you 'si dia', bagaimana mengurangkan erhh double chin?
ahahahahaha!
(few of the many bimbotic comments Den the med student made in the span of 2 hours)

'we like hanging out with her cause she makes us feel smart'. - Mich, Jue

ohhh, I'm going to miss all of them.

......................................

After a year of being away,

the many attempts to hold my water in when someone makes a stupid comment and I get all red-faced, how whenever we meet up its always for food, or whenever we meet up there must always be food, (the Malaysian in all of us!) how the friends' boy stories never fail to entertain me, how the past is relived in voices, pictures, that card hidden beneath that pile of books.

These moments I hold dear to my heart (and not because I can use it against them friends 20 years down the line. haah.)

A lesson learnt, and not too late.

I'm happy : )

wrong number.

oh, she (Farah Fat) thinks she's busy tomorrow!

We'll have to see her sunday then!

We'll tapau nando's or something.

Sent to Farah Fat at 2230hours.

whoops?

.......................................

Where troubles melt like lemon drops

Away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me.

-Somewhere over the rainbow -

Listen to Shawn Mcdonald's take on it.

There's no place like home.

I see food everywhere.

mochi. chow tau kwei (I don't know how to spell it). the best chinese pancakes ever. the not so good ais kacang. those white translucent balls filled with sar kot. siew mai. fried chicken wings. asam laksa.

Pasar malam.

Familiarity.

oh, how good it smells.
Literally.

and then I'm off for a milo ais in an hour.

the gang.

Memories.

http://dionney28.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html

from a conversation with fatty and didi.

the currypuff gang days relived.

Part 1.

2007 in Pictures.

Thank You(s).

Its been a great Christmas.

Thank You(s).

Thanks for all the suprises, and the not much of a suprise, and the thoughts of wanting to suprise me.

Thank you for braving the streets and the malls.

Thank you for thinking of me (and my tummy).

Thank you for remembering all my likes and dislikes.

Thank you for the 'you-ness' in all your gifts.

Thank You for all the friendships that have been tried/tested/forged.

Thank You for You on this day.

Blessed Christmas.

Christmas,

Isn't Christmas,

Till it happens in your heart.

Stop This Train.

Do not question why I already have 3 posts to this week.

Paying attention to detail.
Reorganising 20 boxes worth of documents is no easy task. For the arms and not for the brain anyway.

The pod makes life sweeter. thank you ches' : )

Stop this train

I wanna get off

And go home again

....................

So scared of getting older

I'm only good at being young

Stop This Train, John Mayer

That dood writes beautiful songs.

i want 'us' again.

therahrah. windylindy.amanda. and of course jas can/should come along to.

l.o.v.e. did bring back some memories.

let's do the rushing down from klang after a dinner of seafood and bangle shopping to ou sometime soon.

10 years down the road perhaps?

I'm sorry,

I never knew how to appreciate you, till now.

There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard,

No song that I could sing but I can try for your heart.

Better Together, Jack Johnson.

Sidenote sidekick.

I love her artwork.

http://myfolklover.typepad.com/

Thank You.

The friends were down for the weekend.
An eventful weekend it was.

From cake to chocolate/strawberry sundaes, to my first full man. u match.
As pathethic as this may sound, I don't like the distance between us.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Not a myth I hope.

Sometimes, absence does make the heart forget.

falling apart.

running, running,

as fast as we can.

running, no doubt.

identity theft?

what has happened to the days of the old?

the light at the end of the tunnel appears to dim.

a state of lawlessness prevails.

underhanded, double faced, conniving thieves.

so tempting to give in. so easy to just turn our backs and leave.

but i plead we you, and as a reminder to myself,

DON'T.

stupidity sucks.

i'm going to be straight-up with you (all).
no holds. no barriers. no playing pretend.

a little more about me.

i want to cryyyyyyyyyyyyy.

and it doesn't help that i'm listening to 'once' all over again.

(i don't know where this is going. i don't know how this is going to end)

quote of the day: 'it's just something from our generation thing'.

oh, how i wish it was a cliche.

and i'm thinking about you, you, you and i need You.

on another note,

its very tempting to drown myself with 'meetups, greetups, climbing the social/corporate ladder'.

this is all turning out to be a very overwhelming experience for me.

its taking me time, to get out of my comfort zone, once more.
i want to crawl back right in.

please?

thank you chehchehcheh.

angsty.

the weather is getting to me.

half the time that i'm supposedly awake, i'm really actually feeling sleepy.

i don't mean to sound like some ungrateful Malaysian who's trying to forget my roots, but I am finding it difficult having to adapt back to the Malaysian way of life.

no more alone time sipping coffee, while watching the world go by.
on the bright side, i can probably get an ice cold kopi peng for a dollar fifty.
(i just realised ice cold kopi peng is a completely redundant statement.)

no more waking up to clear blue skies.
well, at least i don't have to go around wearing sunblock. Better still,I probably won't brown too much even if I ran out of the house forgetting to slatter banana boat all over myself.

no more hanging out with the sisters, whiling the saturday nights away watching crappy teen movies.
the parents are better in some sense.

i guess its really not so bad after all.

humdrum.

if you've not known already.

I'M BACK!

to

hazy skies.

deranged motorcyclists.

cheecheongfun in the mornings.

didi, cla,juey, denisey, rahrah, theotherfatty.

pushi without the chehchehcheh and the rafah. : (

life is beautiful.

i think.

crossing paths.

if I were him, I'll know your birthday.

22steps, Damien Leith.

Thank you, you, you and most importantly You,

never thought I'll ever say this.

but I'm going to miss this place.

The things you guys did for me, I'll hold in my heart always.

No one ever went to such great lengths for me.

You guys really showed me what it is to really love and to care.

so thank you(s) and You again.

i can't get no, satisfaction.

when stress levels are at an all-time high, the last thing anyone should be doing is trying to suck out pearls from his/her empty 'bubble cup'.

teeeeheee.

all i've been doing all morning is creating a racket here in the library, with all my pearl sucking, shapes crunching, nonstop keyboard tapping and erh, the one or two phone calls i had to pick up.

real sorry.

tomorrow will mark the end of my first year at uni. time does fly.

i usually detest blogging about the 'hot' topic of the moment.

but this deserves a mention.

i am sosososososososososososososo proud of those who took part in the 'BERSIH' rally.

enough said.

mmmmmbop.

new kid on the block.

(or on my itunes at least.)

shawn mcdonald.

i like.

And I'm not going to question, why You're so faithful

Why that You give me the blessing that You have.

All I need is Your love to carry me on by.

All I Need, Shawn McDonald.

And Racheal Yamagata too.

Have a great weekend people.

when your mind's made up.

genius.
add 'once' too my all time favourites.

i love emails.

so good to hear from friends after so long.

it feels good to be able to ramble on and on and on, and for people to actually reply with a

'you've made my day'.

time to go on a msn hiatus?

thank God for gmail.

chain reaction please.

an act of kindness goes a long way.

a free coffee made my day.

i hope the gift of snickers will too!

i learnt a lot today. not in the academic sense. (though that will be good too!)

go catch my drift someone.

my head spin-neths.

i let the cat out of the bag yesterday!


i called the library my 'home' : /

just because.

and i like my coffee from that place.

2 <3.

good times.

...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 40:31

swotvac.shmwotvac.

tsk.

plans.

the kim chi and I have already started making plans.

there's the korean barbeque and steamboat. and then there's going to be the dim sum.

windylindy, i still want my nasi lemak panas.

and a happy birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuuuu, farah phat.

i can't believe you flew off to the land of bobbies and the no.10 without telling. : (

a toast to the pushi gang.

i want london almonds.please, and thank you.

just for kicks.

the family reunited.

hi there.

my friend went to the great ocean road, and all he got me were these stones.

meet roxy, pebbles and stoner.

hmmm. this reminds me.

i've still got this huge lump of a rock sitting on my desk back home all the way from the infamous bakun dam project.

pops sure does have a sense of humour : /

i want to.

watch once again!

pleasepleaseplease.

and that's how good i thought it was!

http://foxsearchlight.com/once/

swooooooon.

beautiful. beautiful.beautiful.

soooooo beautiful.

k i know this its really weird for me to go on and on and on about this.

the ending was so 'potong stim'. and throughout the whole movie i was like,
oh no!something horrible is going to happen.

kept me on the edge of my seat. literally.

oh more like, it was me slouching over in my seat, trying to keep the screen from overwhelming the pint size me in the 3rd row. ahahahah.

but the music was like 'wooooooooowwwwwwwww'.

genius! like mel would say.

go watch once!

teewheemelsmell. i had fun. : ) !

can't wait to get the soundtrack to the movie. *bouncebouncebounce!*

torn.

youch.

a part of the human anatomy.

not sure which.

if you know what i mean.

and i think i miss you (all).

yes,you (all).

clarynchong,didiloong, fattytan. let us all go farfarfar away for a holiday when the fatty and I get back.

or maybe let's just camp out on my kitchen table.

just like the old times.

: )

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.

blogablogblog.

happy.

the simple pleasures in life,

is what I'm afraid I'll forget to enjoy.

time to stop to smell the roses people.

once bitten, twice shy.

Thank You for awesome friends.

see-sawing.

and once again, you know who you/you all are.

bring out them tiki torches!

angsty.

tiki torches and flip flops bring out the best in me.

oasis. otherwise.

why, why tell me why.

i need a 'pickmeup'.

not in that sense.

God save the queen.

13.2.2004

fell out of my Bible.

it reads on the back,

You shall love the Lord Your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind. This is the greatest and foremost commandment. THe second is like it, you shall love your neighbor as yourself.

Matthew 22: 37-39

i remember I lead this particular Bible study on a hot balmy afternoon in 3 Gigih.
us girls huddled up in the middle of the classroom together. and as always mrs boey would be watching us from her little corner.


good old days.

3 Sunday afternoons back.

relish! red radishes. lemons. lemon zest. lebanese cucumbers. coriander seeds. celery. and two hours of back aching bending over the kitchen counter action.




and by the time you read this Mithele Cheh, you'll be far far away. close to the North Pole, where elves and reindeers run free.



if i'm lucky, you'll catch me at heathrow.


BIG HUGS K!


and two updates in two days,

what is becoming of me?

for a moment there,

i almost forgot how much fun hanging out with you guys could be.

you guys made my day.

more heart to heart talks please.

and thank you.

You are awesome, You know that?

straight.

emo.

one's going to end up all the waaaaayy over there.

another's probably going to be a 13 hour flight away.

i'm really really really going to miss these people.

please don't go.

mithele cheeeeh!! i'm going to miss you sosososososososososososososososososo much!

rafah, i'm being selfish i know. but please either come to where everyone else is, or at least stay put in subang.

the pushi gang no more.

: (

zombie-fied.

the sheets beckoned at 9.30.

awoke at 7.

oh shoots. die.

from half an hour to a full blown an hour and a half nap.

brains won't function.

how now?

i need more sleep.

pointless post.like the others.

smack me someone.

won't you help to sing...

these songs of freedom?

world's guilty pleasures.

1) dark chocolate with oh so good macadamia nuts in every bite.

2) coming back to an empty home.

3) offering your seat in the tram to a 5 year old with pigtails and her granny.

4) bagels with cream cheese.

5) hoo-haaing in the backroom.

6) the plastic bags from your trip to safeway only gives way when you arrive at your stop.

7) huddling in a corner with friends after dna.

8) spending an hour reading the backs of cereal boxes before deciding on one, in desperate attempts to prevent weight gain during the dreadful winter.

9) when your sister comes barging into your room screaming 'EH!ITS ALREADY 6.30!'

10) when someone tells you you're different for a particular someone you know.

and last but not least,
$0.99 pineaple pieces from safeway.

life.is.beautiful.

oh and i forgot to mention, 'food-appreciation' lessons.

you know who you/you all are.