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.

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.