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)

Its eating me alive.

Never wear heart on sleeve,
Odds against, why risk the tease.

The Tumultous Soul.

Craves for distraction.

Escapism screams for attention,
The tow lines tug, exerting tension,
With bruises, burns,multiple lesions,
She bows and caves into the unmentioned.

Observation.

How does one explain the baby photo profile/display picture on social network phenomena?

a. To serve as a reminder of the 'good times'
b. A sign of times, physical mutation with aged ugly people as a result
c. Some 'creative' soul put up a funny and the rest of the facebook population thought it was cute to copy

An observation at 1.17 am, an hour after TEE's TWO-TWO!

Up In the Air.

AGAIN!

I need wisdom/discernment/good counsel more than ever now.
Please pray :)

toss and turn.

many sleepless nights ahead.

Bagai Kisah,

Katak Di Bawah Tempurung.

Get your facts right!

You're Breaking Up.

Huh? What? Could you repeat that?
********************************

Disconnected.
Incapacitated.
Opposed.

********************************
Boundaries of present, imagination, building,
Stricken, sickened, exposed, barren.

My favourite time of the year,

Now, what is Christmas to you?

Never Take for Granted.

The privilege,
To dream,
the ability to write of your dreams,
and the liberty to realise your dreams.

you'll just have to,

The Dali experience,




and another 'must'!
Un tour de Manège

Bitter.

I know who I want.

Quit playing games with my heart.

I don't know whether to laugh or to cry.

From 'In Brief,' The Age, 19 November 2009,

Malaysia's deputy education minister Mohd Puad Zarkashi has said that speaking English in the workplace is 'weird' and harmful to the nation's culture.

'This [employees in the private sector used English 99 percent of the time] also occurs in government linked companies where we have this weird culture of people speaking to each other in English' he said at the launch of a linguistics seminar. 'We are polluting our own culture and identity as a nation'.

you suck.

I want a girlfriend who'll buy me norsiah's and make me lemon sorbet with the ice cream maker I bought her too : (

you lucky *toot*

gah hormones/stress levels playing up.

Lest I Forget.

I was still and still am in Melbourne.

Holed up in a square 13 floors above,
Papers, magic colors, maltesers, M&Ms (of both guilty pleasure and burn it alive for safe measure types) sprawled over masses of white and spilling over and to the green,
The past 48 hours has been an overdose of Malaysian + Singaporean kiasu-ism, bordering the causeway's insanity on the eve of a public holiday.

I'm sure study time, whereever you are, has been exactly like this:

See you at the finish line!

i'm swimming, swimming, swimming.

4pm in 14 hours!

PUSH.

eat.breathe.sleep.

37,000 + words!

Business Practicum.

let's just say,

self grooming is not a priority right now.

hahaha.

I imagine you imagining me
with unkempt weed-like hair,
grimy oil caked skin,
and nails screaming to see the light of day.

airyfairy.

boys.

so dense I tell you.

goodluck to you and you!

pump me up!

all a blur.

20,000 words,
easy peasy!

ms. drama queen

oh kill me.

kill me now.

superwoman.

I was about to write something really selfish.
Thank God, I spared myself the humiliation from having to retract it later.

anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARYNCHONG!
So much to say,
But that I will save for another day :)

hearhear blokes, this is another one of my lenglui friends.
third from right ; p next to the grinning constipated idiot (not you Di!)

pictures shamelessly ripped off venbee's facebook.

A Friend for Life.

HIATUS.

lots in my head,

no time to write.

check back in November.

p.s. wahh I didn't realise.
Last post was in 3 weeks ago!

p.p.s. I've waved byebye to Dodds Streets, white sails, bobbing to the rythms of the great blue expanse greet me on weekend mornings, the view from this 13th floor bank street unit of bumper to bumper morning traffic is 'FANTABULOUS!' (hinthint:write to me write to me! - not so subtle eh)

byebye.

get active!

Usually, I have my reservations with campaigns like this:

Seal the Deal

Call me cynical but I never believed in protests, 1 million signatures movements/ celebrity endorsed advertisements.
Besides your 5 minutes of media coverage, petition groups don't go very far in agenda promotion.
People just lose interest and you and your groupies get labelled not very kind words i.e. crazy fanatics/extremists/nutcase/ other words not in my vocabulary.

This is an exception:
Since climate change is the new buzz in town and everyone wants to ride on this 'green' wave,
don't be part of the herd, but be the head of the pack, read up on the United Nations Climate Change Conference and be 'educate!'-d on how its policies can affect you/kickstart entrepreneurial ideas/ influence you to exert pressure on your local government.

Don't you just <3 them?

hello!i'm with sarah now n we are complaining bout YOU not calling us!She said ever since u left for aus u havent called her n shes very angry!Ur latest dealine is until her birthday this year!N someone was supposed to call me 2 months ago. Hmph!Anyway we miss u :)
Lindy

Sweetest message of the week!
How can anyone feel threatened by that?

~~~

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY TWO 28THs!

~~~
urgh I don't know how/what happened but I've lost 100+ text messages I've been saving from the past year.
byebye pictures of 4 legged chickens, gummies on corporate law texts, and random exam stress messages.

Run in circles, no more.

Be Thou My Vision
Ancient Irish hymn by Mary E. Byrne

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee, Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one

Be Thou my battle-shield, sword for my fight,
Be Thou my dignity, Thou my delight.
Thou my soul's shelter, Thou my high tower.
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heav'ns Son!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O ruler of all.

byebye.

Lost for words.

: (((((((((((((((((((((((

again, alone.
sucksass being the baby.

~~~~

c'mon Jenny,
work it!
you're going to make momma proud :)

Don't worry, be happy.

Misinterpreted. Strained. Remorse. Disguised tears. Crummy nose. 

~~~ 

French man grooving to Bob Marley. 

Ice chocolate, a mimi.  

silence. 

Perfect end!

and a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Fatty's mom : )

say you miss me too.

i want two page comic weekend spread. 

i want hey arnold, cat-dog, recess, gummybears. 

i want 'a-pom'.

i want air suspended rides. 

i want the smell of rain on tar. 

i want mama's chicken soup. 

i want to celebrate the 21st of the 28ths'

i want home. 

: ((((((((((((((((

Rate your day!

backs flat on fed square.
cheering on a 30 minute delayed footy telecast played only 15 minutes away.
defense up!voices raised.
morning 'surprise'!
rambo.
suburbia living.
backyard fail oven safe barbeque.
homophobe babble.
chickenwings, herbal tea loving.

gimme!

kuih raya!

Project 1 for the upcoming break
cannot wait!

maybe, just maybe i should and I WILL organise a raya celebration here.
aheh.

who your coffers?

1 Malaysia F1 Team
"1Malaysia - People First, Performance Now"

HAHAHAHAHAHA.
a joke. a bloody joke.

24 degrees.

Time to dig out the old records, overplayed radio hits, the likes of LFO summer girls, bogan tunes and out with winter indie music.

You're* right, my mood is dictated by the seasons.

: )
you're going to be seeing more of these random happy posts!

Wish Upon a Star

Read and be educated,

http://www.theage.com.au/national/taxpayers-stump-up-for-mps-lollies-and-kids-books-allowances-20090908-ffwa.html

Malaysians deserve better.
We should expect the same of the politicians back home too.

i'm walking on sunshine!

Melburnians are a boring bunch.
All they ever talk about is the weather.
'nice weather today eh?/ its horrid out there!, goodness, the wind almost blew me off my feet'

Melbourne is notorius for its '4 seasons in a day'.
So why is it so surprising that mother nature turned pissy and decided to rain on your parade?
That's what the weather forecast is for!

: /

Malaysia Merdeka.

No reason to celebrate?

A moment of silence,

For there still is hope.

am I living it right?

what makes me any different?

so much to do, so little time : ((
i don't even know where to start.

but i'll report back on a positive note.
just you wait and see!

old school.

out of nowhere,
I started humming this song.
Its been years since I last heard/sung it.

With All I Am- Hillsong
Into your hand
I commit again
With all I am
for You Lord

definitely, not a coincidence.
I needed it : )

funny games.

A play by play.
For memory's sake.

After only 5 1/2 hours of sleep, I rang Jas, leaped out of bed,
rushed out at 8 am, Saturday,
for a yeojinbae sale (if only I was this excited about everything else)

metlink said stop 20 was it,
only 50 metres to the store!
1 tram stop up, we realised there's 6 more to go!
so up we traipsed through high street,
passing all 7 stops.
and here!finally, but wait, this is 247, a centrelink building, then 257!
where did 251 go?
oh no, could it be store 215? (whose fault i wonder)
backtracked.
215! there's supposed to be another level to this building, but its only a single story building.
ohno! (stop pointing fingers)
meanwhile jas goes whhh.whhh. whhh (this goes on for about 10 times before she manages to form a complete sentence)
so,desperate times call for desperate measures. OJ to the rescue! (he understands my sale deprived tendencies)
he reads, store 256 : /
yes, CRAP all you want.
trudged up the street again! (note: up)
(this was already 9.15)

left the store, empty handed at 9.30

what a start.
but we had coffee after!
you guessed right.
it was urgh, in the kindest way possible, forgettable.

great times : )

jantungku berdegup-degup.

i'm glad i took time off for lindt and dee.

you hittin my turf soon aight?
(so much for gangsta speak. need to work on it. YO)
poser wannabe fo sho.

success!

one of the rare times that i'm happy.

not happy lala hype happy, but happy surprise happy thoughts welcoming exciting times happy!
gettit?

happy #1 - ACF- Unique Green Lease
happy #2 - one too many emails
happy #3 - englighten me!

now to pray there will be no :( for the week to offset the happy's.

Young Folks.

Those young 'uns are a refreshing change.
To serve as a reminder of who I was, and who I can still be.

p.s. its very cute and terribly sweet when one of them calls to encourage me.

green washing.

green this green that.

marketing campaigns with eco-buzzwords,
another mention of eco-drives, eco-friendly,
i'm going to give you an earful.

darned capitalists.

caught the bug.

the best excuse to down a few 'chill pills'.

2011?

see you in London dear friend! :)

p.s. i've titled you under 'Friends Forever'. That's got to mean something right?
p.p.s. you and glastonbury must wait for me!

dimes for rhymes.

you know how they say,
'a penny for your thoughts'

i thought i'll be somewhat 'original',
by introducing 'dimes for rhymes'.

~~~
Its been a while, but I'm happy I've swung right back into it.

fickle/then & now

sometimes you want,you choose to run,
as fast,
as far,
as, you can.

now,
ahead of the pack,
victorious,
adrenaline magnifying the experience.

then,
settled,
what stirred, now familiar,
now routine, later strange.

once snug,
now stretched,
the color fades, it wears thin,
a bad fit afterall?

in her shoes.

Pressed for time,
She succumbs to crime,
She steals, he squeals,
His partner reels.

Again forgotten,
She concedes,
Stays in, she reads,
On others fantasies she feeds.

Today,
Her used by date,
She meets her fate.
Before the hour,
She yells, 'females to power'.

~~~~
Judge if you must,
But its you whom I trust.

not there yet.

The PHAT and MUMMY'S HERE! : )

whoever wants to do brekkie/lunch/dinner with mom, let me know.
yes, my momma's more popular than i am.

~~~~~
a quick run through his toussled hair,
trapped, ensnared in the maidens' lair
limbs mangled,
hands strangled
my lips i saved from the tempting, devious, teasing, body dangled.

-my take on phoenix and the very 'hensem' lead, Thomas Mars

something new.

good try, but..
no cigar.

don't look at me now.

like i said, its 'something new' I heard today.

look! i introduced a new label.
its drumroll please, titled 'something new'.

so watch this space for special delayed telecasts!
(cause it appears that my antenna's don't pick up the signals immediately)

it pains me.

to hear radiohead's masterpieces being butchered/distorted into irrecognizable mishmash of sounds and head banging, tummy churning videos.

and by credible artists' too.

stop it!stop it i say!

From the back seat.

gurgling with excitement,
words evade,
cracked lips pursed tight,
again, fingers falter,
trying to convey an experience,
for your imagination,
for my memory.

what was today.

~~~~

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!

those weren't words exaggerated to amplify my state of mind,
to clarify,
the state of my stomach at this very moment.

~~~
what a start to the semester.

the 9am start got the better of me,
but talk over a lunch of spinach pie, a shared admiration for steven levitt,
a brunette haired foreigner, passionate crazed academicians!(woohoo!), 15 minutes with mountain weekend trip-ers,
turned my day upside down.

Good times for the record, before 'life' stabs me from the back again.

~~~~

HAPPY 21st WINDY LINDY!
the 'windy' sticks,
through greying hairs, saggy boobs and wrinkled foreheads.

all over again.

let the 'crazy' begin.

to be.

fearless.
unstoppable.
a force to be reckoned with.
warrior princess. aheh.
HAPPY.

a milestone age indeed.

sad but true.

for those who don't read JeffOoi.com,



the latest political developments back home.

SCANDALOUS.

think otherwise.

i thought i had it.
but i don't.

DISCIPLINE.

Bible Study and black sesame bubble tea.
Homebrand scorched peanuts and late night safeway strolls,
the former you should never try.

if.

I was home,

I would have just risen,
In shorts,
holding on to the rails, kicking loose the fragile pieces,
Ageless china, red chopsticks,
My bottom on cold marble,
I savagely toss the contents of wheat and meat,
attacking every morsel.
Drew Carey 'tings' and Brady taps.
Not one to lose, I humbly attack today's media clowns,
burst of flavour and pods of seeds swirling on an inflamed tongue,
The greedy esophagus monster gleefully awating the smooth translucent sheet,
Cheecheongfun.

Instead,

Two hours too early,
Having been stirred by the bitter cold,
Hood over head,
I stumble from under my sheets,
Cursing the weather.
Project Runway plays,
The constant continous whirr of heat,
droning the voices of gay men and the *cough fashion forward,
A peanut butter jelly sandwich, a hot cuppa.
I run back to bed, shivering under the doona,

Blocking out what it is to be.

I don't know what I'm doing here.
Clearly, I don't belong.

cliche(s).

i can have anything i wanted,
yet still
lack everything.

~~~~~

The natural supply of water, which came by common providence, failed; but the miraculous supply of food, made sure to him by promise, failed not.

Matthew Henry's Conscise Commentary on 1 Kings 17:1-7

i'm calling it a night.

finally!
some semblance of life!

conversations no longer revolve around assignments, marks and microeconomics.
by far the toughest semester i've had to wade through.
the struggle, all worth it.
passionate and infectious lecturers made this semester somewhat more bearable.

nomore nomore, posts on days spent at the library!
for the next month or so at least.

but that also means no more mornings waiting for coffee at paninibar?
and those library mates, and study buds.

it was good while it lasted.
thank you, you and You, for putting up with me.

don't you dare.

last paper, last paper tomorrow!

bright and sunny out today,
i hopped down the streets today, kicking my heels with every step,
a silly grin plastered on this washed out pale humdrum yellow moon like face of mine.

oh thank God for bringing me through this 3 weeks/entire semester.
and now, my last paper only 28 hours away.

oohh joy!
i pray and i trust that nothing will rain on my parade tomorrow!

till the break of dawn.

because i'm no quitter.

and neither are you : )

chugchugchug away.

under there, under where?

because funny things happen under the table.

~~~
what did I get myself into!

math is such a chore!

dahla, i don't know what's going on in lectures 3/4 of the time.

breathejennybreathe.

~~~

'why do I keep behaving irrationally', 'I finally understand auctions', 'completeness,transitivity, continuity'...

microeconomics geek speak.

what some of my friends have on as their msn personal messages.

hohumm : /

Bring on your A-game.

switch on, switch off.

so much for being stressedforlife.

i've written three emails, spent about half an hour threading uni grounds collecting my assignments, rereading my economic development assignment with head draped over stacks of paper, stuffing banana and lindt alternately into mouth.

and now, i'm on blogger, hands a flutter, fingers flailing clumsily over the keyboard, waiting for the digital numbers to change to magical 6.00p.m.

i'm deliriously happy if you can't tell.

a lethal combination of kickarse assignment results (thank you Jesus!) and absolutely hilarious lecturers/ lecture slides, and the thought of good coffee on a Saturday morning!

after my episode yesterday, there can be only one reason for this.

Thank You.

train wreck.

a series of mistakes.

never have i ever been more disappointed with myself.

enough. i've said more than necessary.

first paper jitters.

what i'm holding on to,

For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and self-discipline.

2 Timothy 1:7

only 10 minutes!promise!

because i'm waiting for this feeling to pass.
i feel like breaking out into song and dance!

if you're taking study break like I am,



thanksoj : )

another one of those days,

melb is losing its novelty.
sure i've come to love it for what it is,
but it still doesn't feel right somehow.

i nak balik la.

whoever said the grass was greener on the other side,
should be shot in the head.

: /

dancedance.

its 3, on most nights, i'll be fast asleep.

right now, i'm not the least bit tired.
what is wrong with me?

at this hour, the floodgates of ideas, the filters fail to function.

~~~~
i enjoy this degree of anoymity i have.
the circle of friends i have here in melbourne, i would like to think know nothing about this space of mine. (and if you do, please do not aknowledge it, please and thank you)
i owe no one apologies, no obligatory thank yous, no need to address a particular person for their graciousness.
not confined to fitting in the mould they have formed of me.
i am enjoying the freedom of being unpredictable with my writing.

ipod is on shuffle, from radiohead, mraz plays, and then we've got lupe rhyming my night away.

i've not experienced such freedom in a while. now to bask in it.

goodnight world : )

go on,

write your own story.

babysteps, babysteps, you'll get there : )

Alarm Bells!

This escaped my attention last year.

This is what you get from mainstream newspapers,

Sarawak to Build 12 Dams to meet Future Power Needs
http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/7/23/nation/21894319&sec=nation

This, they choose to ignore,

‘Green’ dams hasten rape of Borneo forests
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/asia/article5908207.ece

I'm not the most eloquent of speechwriters, so I can only go 'wthwthwthwth'.

I am aware of environmentalists and their 'extremists' predispositions,
but,
12 dams in Sarawak when you've made a white elephant out of the Bakun Dam,
no weaker excuse than this to make more money for yourself Taib.

How tempting it is, to go 'screw you and your cronies', but I shall restrain.
breathjennybreathe.

Oh, I only realised this 3 days ago whilst researching for my paper,
The great divide between West and East Malaysians.
This I will save for another day.

~~~

It just hit me,

My dad once told me of how a friend of his was blacklisted from entering Sarawak, because of how he was a anti-logging protester/activist of sorts,

If I recall correctly, it came as a warning from my claims as a 15 year old, that one day, 'I'm going to save the forests of Borneo'.

ahh, the naivety in my speech.

Its never too late.

Tree Hugger Wannabe?

'Biodiversity of rainforests should not be compared with oil palm plantations says palm oil council chief

Dr. Yusof Basiron, the controversial CEO of the Malaysian Palm Oil Council (MPOC), blogs about the sustainability of palm oil. '

Basiron's comments are noteworthy because until now he has maintained that oil palm plantations are "planted forests" rather than an industrial crop.

MongaBay.com

Delusional.

in a flash.

(to be read in order, beginning two posts down ' since we're here anyway'.

it was good while it lasted.

now that I'm 13 days closer to a 2500 words essay deadline,
zero resources, surface level knowledge of the development issue,
a late desperate email to my lecturer,
an econometrics assignment due next thursday,
on lectures where my eyes glazed over and vision blurred,
a microeconomics assignment the week after,
again, this time on lectures on where I wasn't even there for!

am i screwed?

i am hyperventilating.

Oh God help!

c'mon jenny, you can do this!

p.s. thanks for the pep talk lync : )

so hopeful.

Tough weeks make the fantastic results worth it and I'm positive you'll pull through!

-MitheleC-

...in the end when we look back it will one helluva ride

-mhong-

You're not alone.

-FarahPhat-

ahh, friends : )

maybe earth isn't such a 'cold dead place' after all eh Rafah?

we're all in this together.

*coughhackcough* HSchoolMusical.

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.