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-