since we're here anyway.

I gave returnee's a miss,

Too drained from the week,

Spent the entire morning with the sister who didn't leave for home,
yumm casa ibera chorizo thing, almond croissant and really good soy latte : )

accusations of being geographically challenged, i was right!there was a bicycle shop along lygon,
being each other's harshest fashion critics,
planning her 'to get' list when she returns,
strategic rationing of our incoming supply of gula melaka biscuits from ipoh,
dodging people we didn't feel like speaking too,
'don't make eye contact', walk straight ahead motions.

ahhh, what a day.

new season.

so,

what happens next?

que sera sera.

This has probably got to be the worst week of my life.

oh no.

attempting to redo an entire project which involved many sleepless nights in 8 hours is sheer madness.

God help.

he did it again.

all these walkabouts,
wasted time trying to blend in as a 'commoner' of sorts,

the rakyat's woes couldn't be anymore obvious,
we don't need you to play tourist in your own backyard,
taking lrt rides,
i think i speak for most when i say your time is better spent in your cushy airconditioned office attempting to solve our problems.

three's not a crowd.

he said, don't marry someone who is rich, marry someone who will be rich.

point taken.

allow me to digress,

Tonight was one of the best sessions we've had.

From the bigbangtheory, charlesdarwin, televangelists, dinosaurs and the land before time.

We're all finally on the same page.

Pressing on towards that goal,
together : )

many more nights like this please.

today,

I I don't know what tomorrow holds, but I know who holds tomorrow.

author unknown

its been a while.

since I've had such fun like that.

having our bums rub against mouldy musty alcohol infused carpet work,
watching andy bull work his magic on the keys, (his voice!amazing stuff!)
and tapping my feet impatiently and trying hard to stifle yawns when lisa mitchell was doing her set.
staring into window displays of almond cookies (i picked that absolutely horrid habit from you fatty)
yelling 'let's go already' to dear c*, then
running down lygon street dead in the middle of the night,
having maccas for supper, discussing or more like dissing life in sibu, hmm.
with a bunch of girly girls.

10 hours too early later,
frisbee and a picnic on the lawns.

niccceeeee.

back.

the weekend away was godsend!literally : )

this post is going to be another one of 'those'.

i hate being back in the city,
in familiar surroundings,
with too many familiar faces.

All hope is not lost.

Lost Generation

Credits again go to mschai : )

watch the entire video. i assure you that the two minutes spent will not be a waste of your life.

have you seen the new cabinet lineup?
pray people pray : )

another marketing ploy.

you don't need to do a walkabout to hear of the 'rakyat's' problems.

they couldn't be any clearer.
you must be such a dumbass not to notice it.

uptight arse.

I'm scratching the word FUN back into my dictionary again.


my vocabulary spilling with words of political snoredom.
calculated attempts at speech and analytical thought.
its getting tiresome.

because, maybe, just maybe, I was a little happier back then.

humour me.

Please start thinking about / collecting jokes for 316-313 Economic Joke Competition. Your submission will count as a bonus question for the Assignment 6 (1 point)....

Have fun,Svetlana.

what are your priorities?

one of mschai's favourite quotes,

" There are two kinds of evil people. People who do evil stuff, and people who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it."

Janis, Mean Girls

This is uni.

I love my Micro lecturer.
She's Russian you see,
Her accent so heavy I thought i walked into a foreign language class by mistake on my first day.

Her sarcasm/humour so rich with Russian cynicism, I've crowned her my favourite lecturer of the semester.

and this is how she ends her emails.

'Assignment 3 is due on 9 April (previously due on the 2nd). Have a life till then.'

Regular blokes with heavily tinted american twangs just don't cut it for me no more.

i'm beginning to like everything geeky and exotic.
;p

bzzbzz.

I'm buzzing from the coffee.

i'm all nervy right now.
not good.

this is where i like to spend my afternoons,
if i'm not caught up in uni
'networking'.



'one of my many attempts to get my life in order'

just in case.

the white tents beckoned,
i couldn't help myself.

instead of getting on the #1,
i ran pass crowds, peering curiously over shoulders,
queuing in lines 15 minutes long, making desperate calls for company, running pass crowds, tripping over feet for the chocolate booths.

eggplant panzerotti, ensaimada, gundowring raspberry ice cream, persian fetta, and passionfruit biscuits.

if only i didn't already have my coffee in the morning.
brews were going for $2.

today morning, i woke feeling like it may be my last.
every penny, every calorie, every minute spent was worth it.

so much for '-STUDY-' penned like this in my diary.
(melbourne food & wine fest)

dy/dx.

I had to google up 'chain rule and product rule'

and i learned how to work out derivatives from a youtube video.

God bless these kind souls.

my math is so messed up.
see, this is what uni does to you.

my other self.

pol.i.tics

The art or science of government or governing, especially the governing of a political entity, such as a nation, and the administration and control of its internal and external affairs.

spare me a moment,
i'm not the greatest writer,
but i'm finally coming out as an aspiring socio-political commentator.

so far all that i've ever had courage to write about in the open are vague memories,

but no more,

i've recognised my need for an avenue to channel out of my frustrations, opinions on the latest political drama, observations from my latest readings,
so, this post marks my 'new' blogging self.

please feel free to criticise my latest musings,
kind or harsh it may make me who i am 20 years down.
and perhaps i will have you to thank for it.

hokay.
maybe in a moment of delirium i've decided to put this up,
i do hope i'm not too ashamed to display my idealistic nature for those peering/judgmental eyes of yours.
for this post to remain here for more than 24 hours will be quite an accomplishment.
wish me luck!

and now, i'm off to *c*.

i recommend,

you know how some indie bands sound like they're trying too hard/'different', they're bordering annoying?

you've got to check out 'stars'

i'm not the most updated music junkie around, so you've probably heard of them going around already.
but to that dearestdearest friend of mine in cananda, please go check them out!

and i've got to thank mh for this one.
how could i not have listened to you earlier?

lesson learned : )

shot myself in the foot.

i cannot believe i passed on coldplay.

after all that talk (i remember that conversation i had with you rafah!) i managed to convince myself that watching them in a huge stadium setting for $140 was not worth it.
i brainwashed myself with the following line:

'when i make my first million,i will fly to wherever they are performing, or maybe fly them to me.'

what was i thinking!

as if they're going to play in a smaller venue la.

stupidstupidstupidstupid.

if they ever come to a city near you, don't you dare repeat my mistake.

stupid.

but,

I'm far from ready.

Am ever ready to take on governments, politicians (ideally so) aheh,
but ever so reluctant to leave for a 9.30 meet-greet session tomorrow.

i'm obviously homesick.

there you have it.

fairytale ending?

it was oddly romantic,

standing in front of the hokkien mee, watching him fire up his wok for my mom's 'kong fu chow nying nyong', with 'just the way you look tonight' playing in the background.

a fat boy shrieks at the satay man for splashing water on his feet.
the mrs satay sits contentedly in the alleyway having a chat with presumably the nasi lemak man.

what an end to a night.

give me another week, and all posts whining/ranting about having to leave will end, hopefully.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

the gentle soul (ahem - well to me at least), her cackle like laughter,
my grand-'mama'.

teehee.

this is what i'm leaving behind.

observe the nose, looks familiar doesn't it?

the highlight of my day!

surprises, keep them coming!

i nearly keeled over from the status announcement on facebook.
but i've never been happier.

: )

sigh,
i can't wait to hear more.

i despise making public announcements like these, but i can't keep this one inside now,
i miss the klang people heaps!

one day less.

At this hour I read what was a year and a half ago.

wow, how far we've come along.

now, eenymeenyminymo,

economic development or economic analysis and policy?

no time for mistakes now.

what?!

DO I REALLY CARE THAT THE ' MALAYSIAN BORN AUSTRALIAN IDOL GOT MUGGED IN LA? '

Sebastian, who grew up in Kelang, Selangor, had just bought a meatball sandwich after a late night recording session on Saturday when he was confronted by two young men who demanded money.
' excerpt from The Star'

c'mon 'malaysian paper medium media people', get your act together already!

you're soon on your way of becoming the laughing stock of the international media community.

(if you're not already)

oh and i suggest that you do not click on that link in 'the star' online, you're only encouraging these wannabe journalists to publish more of these tabloid news in our headlines.

and my sympathies to the Sebastian family, but honestly, this incident is not worthy of report in when we've got a financial/economic/political crisis to deal with.

~~~

one of my longer posts, because impassionate/ignorant reporting as displayed by certain groups of the Malaysian media really irks me.

and i intend to do something about it.

really.

whoops.

Its a tuesday and not a thursday.

oh no, what a night.
: ((

I'm not ready to leave yet.

so much to do, so little time.

so i didn't lose the plot.

: )

some things didn't change.
thank God for that.

i think i should stop writing vague posts like this, you think?

with cigarette smoke in my hair, i will fall into deep slumber.
and i'm not going to mind it one bit.

i'm going to miss you, you, you and you.

despair.

i'm counting down.
making large X(s) on the pages of my diary.

i am not looking forward to it.

oh 'whereelse' because it doesn't really fall under the rest.

blank.

who wants to be my youtube friend?

http://youtube.com/watch?v=2_HXUhShhmY

go watch this then.

~~~
i hate malaysian media.
i despise how they do not have a mind of their own.

i hate them crooked dirty malaysian politicians,

filthy.

fine, i'll cut the media some slack.
they're good/honest people i'm sure, well at least most of them i'll like to think,
rational people trying to save their own arses, their rice bowls,
urgh, i'm just waiting for that very day when they'll breakaway.

perfect?

what a way to end the night.

the ninth day brings fireworks, ceiling to floor length crackers and burning incense,

and i've got sempurna by andra and the backbone playing in the background.

i like that song.
: )

sink or swim.

its been a while because,

i've been having a whale of a time back here in kl.

: )

lots of family time, fatty food at odd hours and klcc twice a day.

me likey.

thank you, you and You for it all.

paying attention.

i pace the floor,
i wear my soles thin.

hello world.

sleepless nights,
endless rides,

bellows of pain,
redemption from shame.

cloudless days,
prayers for rain,

thoughts disarray,
put together in place.

glass facades,
the inhumane race.

(from the 8th floor, after a lunch of curry)
burp*

thank you for the memories.

: )

coming soon?

ehheh.
duty calls.
(i.e. licking stamps)

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.