Your Turn!

The insides of my ears are all crusty.

Now, that's all you have to guess where I've been and what I've done today.

Chalking up the obscure posts count as we go! :)

Okay, fine, for safe measure, here's another:
Fibreglass or Foam, Width, Floatation Device.

and that my friends, is all you have!

not meant to be.

oh boohoo.

Stereophonics is coming to town!
And I'm going to have to give it a miss,

AGAIN.

My Life in 12 hours.

Ya know how you've heard them folks say 'I've seen one too many things in my day',

Well for someone who's barely lived to a quarter of a century, 'I've seen one too many things in A day'.

From domestic disputes involving police + ambulance + cordoned lifts awaiting blood splatter clean up to 3 hoodlums smashing car windows dead in the night.

This ain't no Bronx or PJ for that matter, its upper middle class South Melbourne : /

Tattletale

I called the coppers on my neighbours!

: D

That's not the end of it, the ambulance's here!
I'm waiting for them to wheel out em idiots.

In Retrospect.

The last cheesytillyougag post was typed in a state of near-drunkenness.

But I do really like my lecturer to be able to speak of her so fondly in mid-sleep.

Anyway, here's an update for you!
I'm struggling to establish some form of discipline/routine in my life.
Been living it too haphazardly in the past week.

: *

Change.

I'm back before 1 am on a Friday night during the school semester.
Ahh bittersweet.

Something good came out from being late to class today!
Kind lady flashed her pearly whites. My momma taught me to be polite, so I had to stop for a chat. A lecturer from two semesters before, she actually remembered who I was!I wasn't just another one of those pesky Asians floating around campus these days.

She may not be another Borland, or Freebairn frequent media commentator academic types, but she sure had character that lady. You saw the passion in her eyes!

Now, that's what I call inspiring.

So I wrote her a thank you email : )

An Education.

The Story of My Summer.

Lesson 1:

Family as I count,
More numerous than thought,
Vanishing blood distinctions,
Bound by past, present and future collisions.

Lesson 2:

A commitment.
Emotions obligate,
To walk, to run, to work out together our fates

Lesson 3:

Hands that are dealt,
Play with intelligence and stealth

Lesson 4:

Independence as much as we strive,
Accomplishments to feed our burgeoning pride,
The fall from world's grace we slave to stave,
All counts as lost at the grave.

HURL.

I feel sick.

No, its not a physical ailment, its a heart condition.

The grass is always greener on the other side.
I know, because I sang the song, have always desired her tuff of orange curls, if not for myself for my very own child.

life in reverse.

I had such a HOOOT tonight tris.kyn.

Reversing into traffic + driver apologising when we were to blame + yelling at the sight of 30cm long rats (strange the policemen 30 metres away didn't come running in our direction when my shriek pierced through the humid air) + walking into oncoming traffic + attention seeking laughter (this dude I know was definitely checking triskyn's long limbs out - PJ's too small).

nyehehe. another 48 years and we're one step closer to that wii room!

next time: ss2 glass noodles + fly kite + boston!

cool ;)

is when people message you on msn asking,

'where are you now?'

: )

random visits at random hours are the best-est! (in the spirit of being back in Malaysia)

Day 3.

in chronological order.

1. Family lunch
2. Family Visit
3. Visit from another Family
3. Extended Family dinner
4. Cheesy Chinese New Year film (which was surprisingly HILARIOUS) with 1/5 th of uncle's FAMILY.
5. 3/5 th Family drive in fright from cheesy chinese new year film with eardrum busting volume control (correction: the lack of it)

Its good to be back!

amanians
taylorians
melburnians

the conversations, the company : )
2 hours - delayed arrivals, ex b*ing, study load whinging
3 hours - whirlwind of affairs, favour!
3 1/2 hours - corporate slavery, tattoo, surprise homecomings!
4 hours - birthday boy, blame the indecisive

Day 1

Nasi lemak with pork curry
50 cents doughnut from market
yau char kwai
yau char kwai with red bean
KOPI AIS SATU BANG!
yam cake
lo shi fun
ais kacang
hainanese chicken chop
GAL PALS FRIENDS FOREVA XOXOXOXO

: ))

You don't need to look far.

Shove this in my face if I ever reach a point in my career where I don't have to think twice about splurging big bucks on a very unecessary Hermes.

Cotton Country.

At the station, Qing and his team squeeze into carriage 12 of heir workers' train. Qing carries in his backpack one modest pack of sausages, two small bottles of water and an apple. That's all he'll be consume on his sweltering three-day journey to the cotton farms of western China [Xinjiang].

Qing, has no idea about the simmering resentment people like him [cotton migrants] are causing. On July 5, 2009 race riots broke out in Urumqi, Xinjiang's capital, leaving almost 200 dead.

- Garnaut, J. & Li, M., February 6, 2010, The Cotton Country, The Age

The 5 W's.

What if I had never left?
Who would I count as friends?
Where would I be right now on a Friday night?
When and will I, have I ever got my act together?
Why and would I ever have thought to write this?

Not for the Faint Hearted.

I finally braved myself to clean up my 'links' list.

Left unchanged for the past 4 years, names were interspersed with intentional spelling errors, and block letters in between to add 'edge' to what appeared then to my 16 year old self as sedate Times New Roman typography.

Now, what took me this long.

Even if it was 5 letters, every link held a story.
Its display style, the order (only alphabetized much later, didn't want accusations of playing favourites to hold!) and doh the blogs itself.
Others have moved on, deleting, leaving blogs stagnant, but I held on.
Well twentygasptwo calls for adultdoom, so I've clicked the memories into oblivion,
and marching on forward!

Oh, but there's those special few I'm stubbornly clinging on for dear life.
To remind me of how good it once was :)

Though I must add, very much against adult etiquette, I was very tempted to entitle the links column,wait for it,

FRIENDS4EVA.

Stir it Up.

An unjust law is no law at all

- St Augustine

Keep Your Eyes on the Ball.

Tolson : Who is the judge?

Debaters: The judge is God.

Tolson: Why is he God?

Debaters: Because he decides who wins or loses. Not my opponent.

Tolson: Who is your opponent?

Debaters: He does not exist.

Tolson: Why does he not exist?

Debaters: Because he is a mere dissenting voice of the truth I speak!

-The Great Debaters (2007)