tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26996677161900162042024-03-19T16:09:52.592+08:00mentre cammino a piedi nudi dentro l'animaWhile I stand undisguised within my souljiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-4432461495456938202010-03-14T10:48:00.002+08:002010-03-14T11:41:06.785+08:00<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Gluten free expo!!! The one time I can go out and eat and eat and eat (and buy more food after that) and not worry about whether something in the food is going to make me react really badly. Thank you for coming with me this year, for waiting while I generally acted like a little kid in a huge fantasy playground, </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">and for carrying the shopping. But most of all, thank you for caring. I feel special now :)</span></span>jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-44462691627699829832009-06-13T14:41:00.006+08:002009-06-13T14:45:33.883+08:00hahaha seriously?its a good reason to skip school... what about exams? hehehe<br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/06/12/2596790.htm">I want a note too!</a><br /><a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/06/12/2596790.htm"></a>jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-65595526061143381752009-06-13T11:19:00.003+08:002009-06-13T13:45:30.900+08:00FCP annoyed me. But I'll be fine, I think. Not sure if the same can be said for ID... And now there's path and pharm to cram for. and legal med.<br /><br />so, so screwed.<br /><br />anyway. 7 more days.<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-8295443045694547852009-06-06T11:35:00.000+08:002009-06-13T11:40:13.349+08:00with a heater under my deskyeah. it's <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">that</span></span> cold. its pretty hard to study when your toes are freezing and no amount of running them over the heater warms them up.<br /><br />but study i must. sigh...jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-91362863449831719282008-11-30T17:14:00.002+08:002008-11-30T17:29:07.193+08:00When inspiration hits.... its almost impossible to focus on anything else. and right now, I'm just bursting with ideas. its insane. I'd better start sketching before I forget anything. The good thing is, I have three months to do everything!jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-24299419528209708202008-11-24T17:43:00.005+08:002008-11-25T00:29:28.433+08:00wishlist?well... I didn't really want to put this up, because so many of these wishes are for things I need but can't really buy... but well, here it is, because Ting wants to see it. and its a long one too.<br /><br />1. To rebuild that which was lost on 19-10-2008, since I can't turn back time or pretend it never happened.<br />2. Hair straightener. (and don't say my hair is straight cos it keeps flicking out in weird directions unless its ironed)<br />3. Get into year 3<br />4. Wuthering Heights<br />5. Piano scores. Josh Groban is good – the Awake album, and Remember (from Troy). Hayley Westenra too.<br />6. A belt. just a plain black one... the elastic sort, preferably adjustable, about 1 inch wide. heh... I have no idea how to describe it better.<br />7. To know if its you, or alcohol making you act that way. That was no random impulse for me.<br />8. Ideas! Decorations for a French-Moulin Rouge-cabaret themed dinner... ideas for food and drinks... ideas for the programme... music... ambience... door gifts...<br />9. Travel!! I wanna go to Geraldton.. Kalbarri... Monkey Mia... Margaret River... Bunbury... Dunsborough... Albany... its annoying how I haven't been out of Perth since arriving in WA.<br />10. To find a dance partner like Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing... if not the technique, then the chemistry and the joy of dancing... or, well, the movie works too.<br />11. To know what it all means to you and how far you want to take this. Don't leave me hanging on, I want to go forward.<br />12. Tickets to Phantom of the Opera when it shows in Perth.<br />13. The words to say.<br />14. Courage, strength and some self defence. To stay open and honest and me.<br />15. Music. Lots of new music to listen to and learn.<br />16. Mineral-based cosmetics<br />17. To fulfill all my duties as International Rep and do a good job about it<br />18. And get through year 3 and all the way through my degree to be a competent and respected doctor while I'm at it.<br />19. Get my license!!!!!!!!! eek.<br />20. More beads, more wire, more inspiration. Make pretty things!<br />21. To get rid of all the annoying skin problems that pop up randomly.<br /><br />Well. Can't be too greedy, can we? I shall just stop here... 21 seems like a good number, hmm? Now don't say you can't find my wishlist!jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-6202963137445008782008-11-01T00:09:00.000+08:002008-11-01T01:46:39.262+08:00finding out clarity comes in drips and drabshow much of that was honest emotion? Was it you or the alcohol speaking? I really don't know anymore... and its happened more than once. How much do you remember?<br /><br /><br /><br />you never call me when you're sober.jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-4605105431742778952008-10-27T00:10:00.004+08:002008-10-28T17:10:04.340+08:00Each memory a song that never seems to endYou taught me to live for the moment. To find joy in the simplest things. To savour each occasion, however insignificant, and hold it in my heart.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(The river in the sunset, the road under the full moon.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Step. Spin. Dip. I've got you on my mind.)</span><br /><br />To chill out. To confide and find healing. To try something new.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Wild</span><span style="font-style: italic;">. Different.)</span><br /><br />Trust breaks into shards of terror. Shards that pierce a heart lain bare by honesty. Confusion. Disappointment. Regret.<br /><br />Restraint. Interpretation. Alter ego. But I remember, and I know I can't be wrong.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Every time.)</span><br /><br />Words in your voice that haunt the emptiness. Tears. Prayers. There's nothing left but to believe.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(No more words.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Life goes on.)</span><br /><br />Those were your lessons. This is a test. I won't take failure for an answer.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-71054752375598161062008-10-21T13:28:00.004+08:002008-10-21T23:33:06.683+08:00forgiveness comes first from within. How is it possible to accept forgiveness from another if you don't believe you deserve it yet? How is it possible to forgive another if you can't forgive yourself?<br /><br />I'm waiting for a reason. I believe it will happen. We'll know when its time.jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-70548344931482924912008-10-08T17:12:00.003+08:002008-10-08T20:36:47.748+08:00Perth royal show.... well, just the last bitSo after about a week of listening to fireworks and grumbling about not being able to see them from Tommy More, I finally got the chance to go over to Claremont to see the firework display finale.<br /><br />Those fireworks almost made me cry. Words can't possibly describe how breathtaking they were right above our heads, or how they spiralled up, up, up to trace intricate patterns in the Perth night sky.<br /><br />Next year... I hope I'll actually have time to spend a whole day at the Royal Show.jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-74654846167829401222008-10-01T01:49:00.003+08:002008-10-01T02:10:58.211+08:00Protège-moiAve Maria, veille sur mes jours et sur mes nuits, sur mon amour et ma vie.<br /><br />Tonight I learnt that you can hear me. Its too soon for another injury, I'm so grateful that someone's watching over me.<br /><br />Tonight I learnt.... that its not my turn yet, however close I might have been. Help me forget that feeling, it's not yet time. And even though it's disappointing to know I'll have to wait some more, I'm glad I found out now rather than later. And I pray that one day I won't have to wait anymore.<br /><br />Help me be stronger tomorrow, and every day after that.<br /><br />That was a lot to ask... but could I make one more request?jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-55369071315216459422008-09-17T23:58:00.000+08:002008-09-18T00:16:24.901+08:00MAF in Perth!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8AhscYaljQfSDkONzX6kL6UZywJYcO54_NuprObFMZzBseMaL3NtCceeB8ozsyaIu8J4zRsJsK9QWN77jIPSkaK0YRZhFY-MuYku5pIcXLXjMpVo769h2g8aRQTQ2BJcExBpf-ChmueA/s1600-h/IMG_3052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8AhscYaljQfSDkONzX6kL6UZywJYcO54_NuprObFMZzBseMaL3NtCceeB8ozsyaIu8J4zRsJsK9QWN77jIPSkaK0YRZhFY-MuYku5pIcXLXjMpVo769h2g8aRQTQ2BJcExBpf-ChmueA/s320/IMG_3052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247022917081666082" border="0" /></a>Yup! we celebrated it last Thursday in the alfresco area... nothing like what it would be back at home, but a good night nevertheless. Watching people eat mooncakes, wondering why there aren't any pomelos in Perth, and playing with lanterns! Mooncakes. yum.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17_JUQiY0Wpkh3rORUb4VqSrSWD98q3RTk1mEP9gvWdPOOW1vXWsG0RDhtppxgecBq79blK94Ek2-Wq1iarwjlayuKrikuIeHLGpPGyjHYXquHUj15csFQfU9ACdBS3hXBFTr7gPVzyI/s1600-h/MAF1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17_JUQiY0Wpkh3rORUb4VqSrSWD98q3RTk1mEP9gvWdPOOW1vXWsG0RDhtppxgecBq79blK94Ek2-Wq1iarwjlayuKrikuIeHLGpPGyjHYXquHUj15csFQfU9ACdBS3hXBFTr7gPVzyI/s320/MAF1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247022936724210482" border="0" /></a>Although certain individuals might disagree after trying anything durian-flavoured for the first time. Specifically durian mooncakes. But hey... all in fun, yeah?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5-9a1XdQSL5jJg_ezoM69zh4klEk9HTJQ1hkERnYOzAfWWrarSDMySr_ijLoJ7mUYLZ5mdzWAYwEVQZ5xxL55XttjhLtdcIpbx4Q7vjAaG9o-0tcJd26c69rs0g7ERUq-Q2RGAIqWwg/s1600-h/lantern3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5-9a1XdQSL5jJg_ezoM69zh4klEk9HTJQ1hkERnYOzAfWWrarSDMySr_ijLoJ7mUYLZ5mdzWAYwEVQZ5xxL55XttjhLtdcIpbx4Q7vjAaG9o-0tcJd26c69rs0g7ERUq-Q2RGAIqWwg/s320/lantern3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247022938719122114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"so... what were you doing the last time there was a full moon?"</span> – Jonojiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-43590428383760834522008-09-10T23:35:00.009+08:002008-09-11T01:20:37.328+08:00Two convocations and a Ball*Warning: lots of photos*<br /><br />Since I doubt I'm going to get any work done tonight, I might as well blog. While eating a hot bowl of beehoon. It's late, but I need the heat.... not that I minded going out in the cold (14ºC, anyone?) because it was Charlene's convocation. Congratulations girl! All the best in your job search, and your new hairstyle is really pretty.<br /><br />Come to think of it, I haven't slacked off this much since... well since the beginning of semester. Monday was all classes and convocation (Fabian) and celebrations (Cynthia's birthday)... And yes congratulations to you too Fabian! Don't have too much fun with daidee and forget about your thesis ok? Not that I think you will. Please do consider that suggestion I made in the card. Please? Pretty please?<br /><br />Today's been a good day too... particularly after a few chats. Now I feel that there's going to be some progress. I'm just praying that things will turn out well. Plus... hot breakfast, laska for lunch AND dinner, followed by some bak kut teh that Fabian's mum made. mm. yum.<br /><br />Tomorrow evening should be good too... we're having MAF in college! I'm looking forward to lanterns and tea and watching people eat 月饼, maybe for the first time. no pomelos though... sigh... What I'm not excited about is the 11-6 schedule with no lunch break. ick. Oh well, there's MAF! I wish I could have gone for the real one in HC, but as it happens, there was a college ball that night anyway.<br /><br />And what a ball it was. I remember dancing in groups and with only a partner, but I danced with so many people I can only remember the outstanding ones. I'm pretty proud of my hairpiece too. Honestly I had no idea how to make it... but somehow, it worked! And like last year's ball, some people were high, some people trashed... others completely wasted. I think I get high on music alone.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTowM_-wYAD_qPGrQ9y7x3fNEt4usEs68enVt_lsLioj_DdLGKmErpoFiW6juH08WC3gj8Po4u-FayjiDVdXw3Yn5Mwc9HGseA93TUcttAUhkD-vZH-7WP5NRPa40og-HL9azRQdkdxjA/s1600-h/table+photo3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTowM_-wYAD_qPGrQ9y7x3fNEt4usEs68enVt_lsLioj_DdLGKmErpoFiW6juH08WC3gj8Po4u-FayjiDVdXw3Yn5Mwc9HGseA93TUcttAUhkD-vZH-7WP5NRPa40og-HL9azRQdkdxjA/s320/table+photo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244438876531950754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">"Is the bus coming?"</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFVtLmfHhfrMDgNVjFGrPRyG1IF1YnFf7XthWMu7h1ZqEelgE-vZOIqo5_RJ7RSprTYLRe_UAZHtyvqScI4CJYbV0RVS3Ho80QILfsjBeN40_43TXfO8e2s2oN2oNXg-fH7CLgsXVzNc/s1600-h/off+to+party%21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFVtLmfHhfrMDgNVjFGrPRyG1IF1YnFf7XthWMu7h1ZqEelgE-vZOIqo5_RJ7RSprTYLRe_UAZHtyvqScI4CJYbV0RVS3Ho80QILfsjBeN40_43TXfO8e2s2oN2oNXg-fH7CLgsXVzNc/s320/off+to+party%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244431792655202946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">"Are we there yet?"</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryxFUQqyvFZflcn7ogkL81Falpdm4ZLfHVHrpfaf6qa7LD8b8uo3wkNiRw_LpLVx8VJKZSQhIIyOYCR7l0GpxF5aW17gT5Cxi56oODDYIhIP9-_hvS4IoxdjM85bsXxGOG9yq_EhBRe4/s1600-h/DSCN0844.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryxFUQqyvFZflcn7ogkL81Falpdm4ZLfHVHrpfaf6qa7LD8b8uo3wkNiRw_LpLVx8VJKZSQhIIyOYCR7l0GpxF5aW17gT5Cxi56oODDYIhIP9-_hvS4IoxdjM85bsXxGOG9yq_EhBRe4/s320/DSCN0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244431790234290658" border="0" /></a>Pretty table setting!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQo8CHN8hEH0YFp-bRAqnzuKAz0JQaMeThtnJZ5bnBkJgFXTiJq1HQpcmMyOkHFksQar9hiL6vk-dSt6vlA1t65iJFbMEAzatoxv4GyDQ_PkEYMTE8dZy6lmI61VjezgdRUhOYAnKQ88/s1600-h/DSCN0827.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQo8CHN8hEH0YFp-bRAqnzuKAz0JQaMeThtnJZ5bnBkJgFXTiJq1HQpcmMyOkHFksQar9hiL6vk-dSt6vlA1t65iJFbMEAzatoxv4GyDQ_PkEYMTE8dZy6lmI61VjezgdRUhOYAnKQ88/s320/DSCN0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244431798051325666" border="0" /></a>Melvin was this hungry... ready to eat the decorations (that's a crane on a flower) because the food took ages to come.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL5ooYpMYwSV5layZZ6kA6qBeqUIOyRe07FCvtPgtZrW_bFH-fPXro_NokwjczXi3cSvzGBzVc1UPIOa92RvmPbeDYZoJyPqtpm7a1Pjltjr2QJmojoyetdJfp8hsRyZtEQxXKNgqW4FY/s1600-h/DSCN0842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL5ooYpMYwSV5layZZ6kA6qBeqUIOyRe07FCvtPgtZrW_bFH-fPXro_NokwjczXi3cSvzGBzVc1UPIOa92RvmPbeDYZoJyPqtpm7a1Pjltjr2QJmojoyetdJfp8hsRyZtEQxXKNgqW4FY/s320/DSCN0842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244434202612916914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBTROwaE9MOL_k0kx-UQic37n-Z4YHAYt6Yu-psFsVDA3Ubz_wAVV25Oh-at9cQkbmG25hFiFBNE5FVR9duxwlyp_pNVUjfsgGVa619YhvOj7VWHrq_JMuoRdgKIKEet-D2qVpjoMGMmg/s1600-h/P1170254.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBTROwaE9MOL_k0kx-UQic37n-Z4YHAYt6Yu-psFsVDA3Ubz_wAVV25Oh-at9cQkbmG25hFiFBNE5FVR9duxwlyp_pNVUjfsgGVa619YhvOj7VWHrq_JMuoRdgKIKEet-D2qVpjoMGMmg/s320/P1170254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244431796305246210" border="0" /></a>But the wait was so worth it. And then... dancing the night away.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXhyD3bog4oIozxBTvo60tIlpv7V3Xy-_4-IBy_etMPurBCJe6F05fvlxOGr4AWDPqD-qCgKpFxT5PakdINPJrXgB5ghV7t2PkQvXIAiUzCXCMmM_JwH_k7jNqC0v9brtW8uNjtXDfJH4/s1600-h/dancing+with+Peter1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXhyD3bog4oIozxBTvo60tIlpv7V3Xy-_4-IBy_etMPurBCJe6F05fvlxOGr4AWDPqD-qCgKpFxT5PakdINPJrXgB5ghV7t2PkQvXIAiUzCXCMmM_JwH_k7jNqC0v9brtW8uNjtXDfJH4/s320/dancing+with+Peter1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244437575534945986" border="0" /></a>R&B master. not me.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQIcTwTtVGnNZBuJzVbmlmbyV37sHC7TBpHdEr8tapA1kyfa-RKXyJoEzIYutpvz9WZsaaNJehvLy4dJr77sJ6XCtBhYQliCfK5-1Ss_njAXgYkRTCUi03dCjx2g9x9Uv_i0mTbUyfNeI/s1600-h/dancing+with+Jono2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQIcTwTtVGnNZBuJzVbmlmbyV37sHC7TBpHdEr8tapA1kyfa-RKXyJoEzIYutpvz9WZsaaNJehvLy4dJr77sJ6XCtBhYQliCfK5-1Ss_njAXgYkRTCUi03dCjx2g9x9Uv_i0mTbUyfNeI/s320/dancing+with+Jono2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244434212206920946" border="0" /></a>Absolutely the most fun dance partner ever. Improvisation. Hell yeah.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYz3UZ6xkKOrwKUavVHjRsV5lW9T8AQw_1b7lC-J38VjpV8OVPk63AhqvpSsGR2pZtlgYy1ERnBMFtHmBkUaG6bCFvBLmk1JI__FA3MzbyBWde8ZKSq-QVb2ImTszD9aByQIfORj9FAc/s1600-h/dancing+with+Josh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYz3UZ6xkKOrwKUavVHjRsV5lW9T8AQw_1b7lC-J38VjpV8OVPk63AhqvpSsGR2pZtlgYy1ERnBMFtHmBkUaG6bCFvBLmk1JI__FA3MzbyBWde8ZKSq-QVb2ImTszD9aByQIfORj9FAc/s320/dancing+with+Josh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244434208301434482" border="0" /></a>The gentlemanly partner you can absolutely trust to not drop you.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IUdq1c68Otp7E_6tiIEi97qYWRt_C3o6RUx-7Jd9bn54ax4apiCSMtUZbkruP-dLGcMnM0WRojUmkbSWFlMmBO2jPT7gBTcrlmTeM4PFiX6SExM8UwVwMWWbVYDkYAHQO5hen1Hit3s/s1600-h/dancing+with+Rachel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IUdq1c68Otp7E_6tiIEi97qYWRt_C3o6RUx-7Jd9bn54ax4apiCSMtUZbkruP-dLGcMnM0WRojUmkbSWFlMmBO2jPT7gBTcrlmTeM4PFiX6SExM8UwVwMWWbVYDkYAHQO5hen1Hit3s/s320/dancing+with+Rachel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244437578532485810" border="0" /></a>Pretty girls!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVw8oOQXX9MQXFLKYMrgQQFOikfEL8D7hP3WiIizbnKZkSkTafzbJqDKBbG_kRNzv4y9JZA9jc4oxZzYUhxa06GhHgoUFleSloEx6ccQTAIRjfObqyZFPB6-zPPxeLTrg2ZLXdXiwmidA/s1600-h/DSCN0851.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVw8oOQXX9MQXFLKYMrgQQFOikfEL8D7hP3WiIizbnKZkSkTafzbJqDKBbG_kRNzv4y9JZA9jc4oxZzYUhxa06GhHgoUFleSloEx6ccQTAIRjfObqyZFPB6-zPPxeLTrg2ZLXdXiwmidA/s320/DSCN0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244434205066473026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeulhfiQlwxet0i9EkNAeo9T689qiYcYiBP_ktHd84ClWQd2IMmbLaHPIP-xEk-sHOqZMC6hzIWZYl28Y4co9i2t6cT-IIuro3hjepgiuluMXy3SIfGvMq2oeJGQzNjGjJWb7SU-KQJUk/s1600-h/with+mel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4yEoV_ynzk2ql_TSi5uao-r0FVWifTUulU6NnpSKKEd0uPEpmGjbJapVg1orfK6PkIn228a5VBGf0FjBvdZ9rMCVQSTxKGQ_Rzmc0Z_cbsvAaAPPO-c2f7SRJMr0g2EBPGC9uZZGkhvQ/s320/DSCN0850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244443422828778130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2DJt4yYQo5-dArYFGtY2IO2ClNN_eymIDdj1UUQHv9sjoD6tegLOQCbqxVlEFgNfyMRXYcaEPl_smGCESN438u9PtoOEGUKRIEnkZCBlIXOqDBDioy1Pwyhyphenhyphen_Vd9XVzsmqIqVuhdgPmY/s1600-h/with+Fabian+and+Gen1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2DJt4yYQo5-dArYFGtY2IO2ClNN_eymIDdj1UUQHv9sjoD6tegLOQCbqxVlEFgNfyMRXYcaEPl_smGCESN438u9PtoOEGUKRIEnkZCBlIXOqDBDioy1Pwyhyphenhyphen_Vd9XVzsmqIqVuhdgPmY/s320/with+Fabian+and+Gen1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244437579395509154" border="0" /></a>And when you're exhausted, its time for lots of pictures.<br /></div><br />*snicker* I just heard something really interesting about the showers in the next block... but I won't disclose it in case I traumatise the poor reader. Oh well. bedtime!jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-67693319294963240862008-07-26T20:45:00.002+08:002008-07-27T00:42:35.456+08:00each one a line or two<span style="font-style: italic;">...and I've been keeping all the letters<br />that I wrote to you...<br /></span><br />To the one I desperately tried to hold on to,<br /> Happy birthday!<br /> It's been ages. <span style="font-style: italic;">"I'm fine... baby how are you?"</span><br /><br />To the friend who agreed to start over,<br />Things have to return to normal, somehow. We'll see what happens... I hope it all works out.<br /><br />To the one I've gotten to know better over the break,<br /> Oi. "personal jukebox"?!<br /> Thank you for making the break less boring... I'll miss you a lot too!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">...I would send them but I know that its just not enough<br />my words were cold and flat,<br />and you deserve more than that...<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><br />So much more that I want to say... so much more that I don't know how to say...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-107126795712997802008-07-24T20:42:00.001+08:002008-07-24T20:42:49.157+08:00I'm not ready to go back... it's not that I don't want to start school. I no longer dread the amount I have to study and the endless contact hours. And so what if I have to handle my own laundry, my own chores, my discipline? I'm almost done packing, I just need another hour or two and I'm good to go.<br /><br />But I don't want to. Because its not everyday that you get to see people who just understand you. People who, even if they scrutinise your every move, do it out of concern and not boredom. People who aren't 5h away. or more. by plane.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiR2NCY5pi6OXNHZi4dMMwBh-OAJ4vivXkhnosDaG2-h0nES7FlCs_EmgSFtzGlSjMZw_kwp3WgzqIaSSX3bgAYD550utsApj7JLzAHheYUfill8wX8QOTVq2UYl9fDZATDr8cE3tUovA/s1600-h/DSCN0705.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiR2NCY5pi6OXNHZi4dMMwBh-OAJ4vivXkhnosDaG2-h0nES7FlCs_EmgSFtzGlSjMZw_kwp3WgzqIaSSX3bgAYD550utsApj7JLzAHheYUfill8wX8QOTVq2UYl9fDZATDr8cE3tUovA/s320/DSCN0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226547954394944786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Remember when I made the full set? I can replace this.... but I can't replace you...</span><br /></div><br />Thank goodness for spontaneity... Its just unbelievable that we've not been able to meet as a full group for ages... at best, it's six minus one. I really enjoyed last night's dinner... We'll keep to that promise of another dinner date WITH some dairy products for December, yes? so... "spontaneous much?" And ESTHER WHERE ARE YOU?!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v261/97/120/664782013/n664782013_738116_2305.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v261/97/120/664782013/n664782013_738116_2305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v261/97/120/664782013/n664782013_738127_5691.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v261/97/120/664782013/n664782013_738127_5691.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>meh.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZxGXQ8KI3x9CO4OMs9firtI0AhDi-AdDRsRjr6b5sav4M-Ac_f4TgfogUT48HHd9qOmkZnI3XIVCeCUmdT_4VtOL5_KLEF_q_a21nB9Gv3aCuAYpi95wfOlNnsX9I8w9-gKZpXYsm1fA/s1600-h/Classmate.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZxGXQ8KI3x9CO4OMs9firtI0AhDi-AdDRsRjr6b5sav4M-Ac_f4TgfogUT48HHd9qOmkZnI3XIVCeCUmdT_4VtOL5_KLEF_q_a21nB9Gv3aCuAYpi95wfOlNnsX9I8w9-gKZpXYsm1fA/s320/Classmate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226559537129076482" border="0" /></a>taken so long ago... the last time we were all together.<br /><br />Ah well. time to finish packing! meep.jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-81096220066532990232008-07-16T00:29:00.015+08:002008-07-16T11:00:45.546+08:00photos!I should be asleep... my eyes are grainy and I'm yawning so much that I can't sing properly. But my thoughts are flitting around, lighting on different people, different situations, writing the what-ifs and trying to answer the whys.<br /><br />hm... guess I could put up some photos... they're long overdue anyway. And maybe sorting through them will calm me enough to catch those thoughts and stuff them back where they belong for the night.<br /><br />IFD Hawaii!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyJr6czt1SvcMuGgF7DpzlmWm5aZq4lMjtDMq-u-tIJjAODw-ORwGgNPFmq7UC0pcXQo7Fq2VO-JxYny9b1_rR-gkoVVyl7G1tIWSi_1Wx1bhxSOlkPM5apkX-wZP2g_w275J6crHdu1Q/s1600-h/DSCN0610.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyJr6czt1SvcMuGgF7DpzlmWm5aZq4lMjtDMq-u-tIJjAODw-ORwGgNPFmq7UC0pcXQo7Fq2VO-JxYny9b1_rR-gkoVVyl7G1tIWSi_1Wx1bhxSOlkPM5apkX-wZP2g_w275J6crHdu1Q/s320/DSCN0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223284680529037058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Z8Ymsl7SizgVjB1Oa70aEcXwpbEnxcsdlJVWhnUEUhvc-EF4hdOX-lzsGSWy7H3x0Bi4ts4ALlId8G7uTRS_IpSdXQo7K8W1GtFKqZOxQZQntgBgK7sTShDA2Wg9KYFSxQrjdiQwNXg/s1600-h/with+cynthia2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Z8Ymsl7SizgVjB1Oa70aEcXwpbEnxcsdlJVWhnUEUhvc-EF4hdOX-lzsGSWy7H3x0Bi4ts4ALlId8G7uTRS_IpSdXQo7K8W1GtFKqZOxQZQntgBgK7sTShDA2Wg9KYFSxQrjdiQwNXg/s320/with+cynthia2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223426016245876818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkzdLHNYKyVcqxXWI7lIcpCiyuOa6CRlgMA9Zr9To-aLNiapL0NT5jQl5TqN1X1_vu0zDY-Fp1XnaO-yt3aac_XXj01mdDogM4B-COOf-dHAMk7X2MLXT7mJX4on6Qf7gSGnqPA56775g/s1600-h/DSC09340.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkzdLHNYKyVcqxXWI7lIcpCiyuOa6CRlgMA9Zr9To-aLNiapL0NT5jQl5TqN1X1_vu0zDY-Fp1XnaO-yt3aac_XXj01mdDogM4B-COOf-dHAMk7X2MLXT7mJX4on6Qf7gSGnqPA56775g/s320/DSC09340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223434474640619682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6cf2KC3INbR4P7aedykg94280UvJTpFKYkAfgOXuJRBDKraZS3szkaRt95lJimdMJ8k6XiaP2LcxXta0x6BbFSAIf2ak0odRaBeSxssWu8RXK6wM9a9j7RybksBwgCeKR0dqDZNz8U8/s1600-h/DSCN0629.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6cf2KC3INbR4P7aedykg94280UvJTpFKYkAfgOXuJRBDKraZS3szkaRt95lJimdMJ8k6XiaP2LcxXta0x6BbFSAIf2ak0odRaBeSxssWu8RXK6wM9a9j7RybksBwgCeKR0dqDZNz8U8/s320/DSCN0629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223432083602086786" border="0" /></a>all the pretty garlanded girls... and that was the first time I ever talked to Erica. she's so sweet! haha.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzz3xqcSjlcRNbwjRcGPHR9b2GjvDDYn5SVTGosu1mVnb2CNGVEl383fXEIVP71LZbXClpsum60M-vIs-hl-CV3bHKGp1tFrpG1d49R-MW080jwisLP7S9B7TIyPmaV_2PKOuHIzWaF8/s1600-h/Angel+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzz3xqcSjlcRNbwjRcGPHR9b2GjvDDYn5SVTGosu1mVnb2CNGVEl383fXEIVP71LZbXClpsum60M-vIs-hl-CV3bHKGp1tFrpG1d49R-MW080jwisLP7S9B7TIyPmaV_2PKOuHIzWaF8/s320/Angel+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223284679737206546" border="0" /></a>Benedict you sneaky photographer... but thank you!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXFWC4YE8-Sdo0_xN8oyyqBFoJNPHF2NVPYkyrdu3v78nLBUMHPMf1N6lLzTMoEGZyW1sBbAhNtWSIIxRB0hvrRgKka9kBB8bOqDLIZEDbDfQ-jSoyu360MlY_qynH2bjXkRBUMzKpzhI/s1600-h/DSCN0616.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXFWC4YE8-Sdo0_xN8oyyqBFoJNPHF2NVPYkyrdu3v78nLBUMHPMf1N6lLzTMoEGZyW1sBbAhNtWSIIxRB0hvrRgKka9kBB8bOqDLIZEDbDfQ-jSoyu360MlY_qynH2bjXkRBUMzKpzhI/s320/DSCN0616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223284663740553474" border="0" /></a>My neighbour and I and the flower that I really didn't want to throw away. haha I did wonder what you guys were doing at that table...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVD7tKB63UZm71TqV9eAYj9rFnVhtW4XxQsSBUqNW6YkTnJaBU9d3AoGG8wfcE-tEwFw9S7NmNFXoaRy198pF-MWgK71uT52rkU40Bqmuqqjka5Tc3deOssj0QinILvbfpobPgPc0j1Ts/s1600-h/K+block.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVD7tKB63UZm71TqV9eAYj9rFnVhtW4XxQsSBUqNW6YkTnJaBU9d3AoGG8wfcE-tEwFw9S7NmNFXoaRy198pF-MWgK71uT52rkU40Bqmuqqjka5Tc3deOssj0QinILvbfpobPgPc0j1Ts/s320/K+block.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223437278989488002" border="0" /></a>haha Fabian's shirt! see. you can stick to the Hawaiian theme and still be formal...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2VbdJRpHp1z4MctLVck-3qvbwkCg2_Pdn_qFrEBYInPTxc9HYUSt1ae2Uwk6fbpUxSiPXWBdstEzNGVZu4TfdGm9oMIAtQU4TLzLuSCCpC4OvGixHPLftR4liDlKCxoMSh7-jFAWp2U/s1600-h/DSCN0619.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2VbdJRpHp1z4MctLVck-3qvbwkCg2_Pdn_qFrEBYInPTxc9HYUSt1ae2Uwk6fbpUxSiPXWBdstEzNGVZu4TfdGm9oMIAtQU4TLzLuSCCpC4OvGixHPLftR4liDlKCxoMSh7-jFAWp2U/s320/DSCN0619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223432670749925218" border="0" /></a>I tried to take as many photos as possible before my camera died... I think this is quite possibly the last one I managed to get that night. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-NLZ59fCU9MuyViyJMnNJRx-ukSGR5mLdaXmGZCVDeITs1oTvGKj3tHTjlojkwo6LTWkIXL1_OWysPKXLOw05ri3riOtCxWrb4nrlsVQNHYG5MaB3I9WxaS0jfOuHNJDRi7VHgoJSoQ/s1600-h/International+formal+dinner+night+083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-NLZ59fCU9MuyViyJMnNJRx-ukSGR5mLdaXmGZCVDeITs1oTvGKj3tHTjlojkwo6LTWkIXL1_OWysPKXLOw05ri3riOtCxWrb4nrlsVQNHYG5MaB3I9WxaS0jfOuHNJDRi7VHgoJSoQ/s320/International+formal+dinner+night+083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223426026740622130" border="0" /></a>wannabe models.... *ahem*<br /></div><br />I'd say it was a pretty good night... more to come next sem!jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-63595794387022132932008-07-15T00:35:00.002+08:002008-07-15T00:44:05.148+08:00I wish I knew the words to say to cheer you up and help you believe that everything will work out fine. But this voice that dances on a melody trips over its own words... and so, I hope my company will suffice.jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-6908143892054790902008-07-12T15:37:00.001+08:002008-07-12T15:37:01.047+08:00Remember the PBL learning objective about the major causes/risk factors of obesity? We talked about genetics, sedentary activities, diet composition, medication use... and it occurred to me last night that we probably missed one factor: the role that food plays in our social lifestyle. Noodle parties... watching people try to cook yong tau foo... nibbling while studying... nibbling when visiting... ice cream while shopping for presents...<br /><br />Why all this musing about food? Because I spent most of yesterday eating! Lunch was pretty simple, but the heat outside had a soporific effect, so I dozed off while reading on my bed. Then YJ called... and I ended up accompanying him for his lunch at West Mall while he satisfied his BK craving. I got my sundae pie~ filched some fries, a bit of burger (without the bread), and coke too. After walking around a bit, we went to get some dessert. Turns out I'm not the only one who's partial to soursop! A bit more walking around, then he went home for dinner.<br /><br />And me? I went off for dinner with YY! see. more food. We probably stayed in Sakae Sushi for over an hour. Maybe two, I dunno... time just passes when you're catching up and eating and looking for more sushi. We both decided to skip dessert at Sakae and get ice cream somewhere else... she wanted Andersen's, I was thinking of hokkaido ice cream. We ended up not getting any... but we weren't too hungry by then anyway.<br /><br />Truth is, I've been writing this during cooking breaks... yup, I've been cooking since just after lunch for tonight's potluck at Ray's place. Time to pack the food and be off!jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-11490332468292636392008-07-02T16:17:00.003+08:002008-07-02T17:55:25.353+08:00this (probably) wouldn't have happened in collegeYayyy finally home!!! Finally got to see Kai and Annie and Zhai and YY and just walk around and talk. Coming home always makes me so happy... even if I do get bullied. And made to take things from the highest shelves because stuff for YY has to be placed at her eye level and therefore too high for the rest to reach. It was especially fun yesterday cos YY had no idea what was going to happen.<br /><br />And then we forgot the take the cake from my fridge after dinner. How is it possible to forget the cake on someone's birthday? dear YY's cake is still languishing in my fridge.<br /><br />I say it (probably) wouldn't have happened in college simply because of the typical birthday plans we have in college, where we usually lure people to wherever the cake is. It's a different story altogether when you intend to bring the cake to someone's house. Oh well....<br /><br />So now I'm free to reveal that I'm actually home. Its all because of you, ok YY? All for you. To give you a nice big (belated) birthday surprise. And since you pressed me for an answer, you left me with absolutely NO CHOICE but to blatantly lie about not coming home for the month. Just to keep up the charade, I decided not to blog after the exams, even though I was more than free to do it. I'd probably have slipped up with something about packing... and then the game would be over.<br /><br />Argh. Its too hot. and sticky. Really really miss Perth weather now... something like 18ºC would be heavenly. Kai, pretend you didn't just read that.<br /><br />Ok. enough of my disjointed thoughts and strange rambling... I'll write more later.jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-13322404934112458822008-06-30T23:30:00.003+08:002008-07-01T00:58:16.205+08:00They say truth hurts. It did, for a little while. Why do something if you don't really mean it?<br /><br />But it's also liberating.<br /><br />Merci.jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-25945804609779863222008-06-16T00:23:00.003+08:002008-06-16T00:36:21.704+08:00talk about unlucky...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKx6egJpMofDU5tYlotZTZtY7HNuF2ScvgupTAQtxoV_k2xbpNQkE-oxAyT_1YC76oUC5wcicB-Zvda9j2dqn00jdhkDQPL7XhpM1MxZVij2-nS1dBAOKuXiToL4rX30ooDNQSuEQI6LU/s1600-h/DSCN0637.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKx6egJpMofDU5tYlotZTZtY7HNuF2ScvgupTAQtxoV_k2xbpNQkE-oxAyT_1YC76oUC5wcicB-Zvda9j2dqn00jdhkDQPL7XhpM1MxZVij2-nS1dBAOKuXiToL4rX30ooDNQSuEQI6LU/s320/DSCN0637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212147075947188242" border="0" /></a><br />The power tripped 5 minutes before my radio alarm was set to go off... naturally, I overslept. Good thing it wasn't an exam day though. I should have taken pictures of people studying in the sun that morning. Bright cheery Friday morning... who can resist? Especially when the lack of heat gave us an excuse to study outdoors.<br /><br />Now. Time for bed. Normal Systems theory tomorrow afternoon.... please please please let me pass... let me remember everything I've studied... let me stay awake and sane long enough to finish this exam and prepare for the rest... let me forget all other distractions until the exams are all over... please? Or is that too much to ask for?jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-74433533661902227062008-06-01T02:06:00.003+08:002008-06-01T02:26:01.763+08:00in the cold clammy rain...there was warmth.<br /><br />From Joy who kindly dropped me off this afternoon for my patient visit.<br />From the sweetest old lady I've ever met.<br />From hearing Esther's message.<br />From learning that someone stood up for me.<br /><br />It was miserable outside today. And there's just so much to do. But tonight, I'm happy.jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-62553327236692245962008-05-27T11:34:00.004+08:002008-05-28T20:42:00.531+08:00Je suis malade, complètement malade, parfaitement maladeoh. oh my goodness. wow.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DEEZtGY-b4&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DEEZtGY-b4&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Je ne rêve plus je ne fume plus<br />Je n'ai même plus d'histoire<br />Je suis sale sans toi je suis laid sans toi<br />Je suis comme un orphelin dans un dortoir<br /><br />Je n'ai plus envie de vivre ma vie<br />Ma vie cesse quand tu pars<br />Je n'ai plus de vie et même mon lit<br />Se transforme en quai de gare<br />Quand tu t'en vas<br /><br />Je suis malade complètement malade<br />Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir<br />Et qu'elle me laissait seul avec mon désespoir<br /><br />Je suis malade parfaitement malade<br />T'arrives on ne sait jamais quand<br />Tu repars on ne sait jamais où<br />Et ça va faire bientôt deux ans<br />Que tu t'en fous<br /><br />Comme à un rocher comme à un péché<br />Je suis accroché à toi<br />Je suis fatigué je suis épuisé<br />De faire semblant d'être heureux quand ils sont là<br /><br />Je bois toutes les nuits mais tous les whiskies<br />Pour moi ont le même goût<br />Et tous les bateaux portent ton drapeau<br />Je ne sais plus où aller tu es partout<br /><br />Je suis malade complètement malade<br />Je verse mon sang dans ton corps<br />Et je suis comme un oiseau mort quand toi tu dors<br /><br />Je suis malade parfaitement malade<br />Tu m'as privé de tous mes chants<br />Tu m'as vidé de tous mes mots<br />Pourtant moi j'avais du talent avant ta peau<br /><br />Cet amour me tue et si ça continue<br />Je crèverai seul avec moi<br />Près de ma radio comme un gosse idiot<br />Écoutant ma propre voix qui chantera<br /><br />Je suis malade complètement malade<br />Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir<br />Et qu'elle me laissait seul avec mon désespoir<br /><br />Je suis malade c'est ça je suis malade<br />Tu m'as privé de tous mes chants<br />Tu m'as vidé de tous mes mots<br />Et j'ai le cour complètement malade<br />Cerné de barricades t'entends je suis maladejiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-84751297829692414202008-05-22T10:56:00.001+08:002008-05-22T10:59:15.076+08:00Have I mentioned that critical appraisals are just so incredibly frustrating? I'd happily shred those articles.jiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699667716190016204.post-28179897496041373232008-05-21T20:40:00.007+08:002008-05-21T21:02:49.489+08:00adagio. lara fabianI'm supposed to be doing my critical appraisal. But I really love this song...<br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x1i7pevupAM&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x1i7pevupAM&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br />I don’t know where to find you<br />I don’t know how to reach you<br />I hear your voice in the wind<br />I feel you under my skin<br />Within my heart and my soul<br />I'll wait for you<br />Adagio<br /><br />All of these nights without you<br />All of my dreams surround you<br />I see and I touch your face<br />I fall into your embrace<br />When the time is right, I know<br />You'll be in my arms<br />Adagio<br /><br />I close my eyes and I find a way<br />No need for me to pray<br />I’ve walked so far<br />I've fought so hard<br />Nothing more to explain<br />I know all that remains<br />Is a piano that plays<br /><br />If you know where to find me<br />If you know how to reach me<br />Before this light fades away<br />Before I run out of my faith<br />Be the only man to say<br />That you'll hear my heart<br />That you'll give your life<br />Forever you'll stay<br /><br />Don't let this light fade away<br />No No No No No<br />Don't let me run out of faith<br />Be the only man to say<br />That you believe, make me believe<br />You won't let go<br />Adagiojiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01107609110798224745noreply@blogger.com0