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.
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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.

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.

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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?

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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

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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.