Expect the unexpected

Mindy’s thoughts:

“If corn oil was made of corn… then what’s baby oil made of?
Hmmm…”



Jez’s thoughts:

“In Japan, there’s a place called Tokyo and another called Kyoto.
So in Malaysia… there should be a place called Lakua Purlum.
Right…?”

I sang

I sang.

Into the fog of my own breath, I sang.

I sang my heart off, in the pouring rain, under the minimal shelter of the bus stop.

No one heard or saw my crazy act. But I know Someone did.

And He smiled at me as I sang.

Into the fog of my own breath, I sang.

Eh poh dooooooooos!

No, it’s not a name of a new booze (aka beer in aus), and no its not the name of grizzly bear’s poop.

Its apple juice said by lil’ Jeremy who is oh so cute!

He says I’m funny, made me chase him at the backyard and wants to win so he chases me back, gave me a peck on the cheek and melted my heart.

Growing up fast but to us, he’ll always b the founder of our fav eh poh dooooos drink =)

the good, the bad and the wonderful

Woke up with “hey baby~” mumbled in my ear--- good ;)

Have to get out of my warm bed to the cold surroundings---bad

Quiet time ---good

Crack out ideas for essays---bad

Nodame Cantabile---good

No ideas for essays---bad

Ready made nyonya “zhong” (Chinese dumplings)---good

Denim jacket, white long pants, Birkenstock slippers---bodoh (cuz it was raining)

Catching non peak bus ride (save half the price for normal tickets)---good

Freezing city east campus library--- disappointing (memang raining outside they still on aircon… I think they lagi bodoh compared to me)

Call from huey chi---good (knowing that dinner time is finally here)

Sudden heavy pour of rain when crossing roads--- very very bad

Seafood delight, toasted with mozzarella cheese in subway--- good

Fight the cold to BSF with huey chi---bad

BSF--- good and edifying

Encounter with weird millionaire’s son at bus stop--- weird

Hungry Jack’s stop to watch ming eat onion rings and james eat chocolate sundae, and with huey chi high on… I dunno what she was high on…--- no comments… was too tired to think

Home sweet home with 2 heaters in room, in my PJs and a cup of warm honey drink in my hands--- wonderful~

Twin Boys, twin lives

The stories of identical twins' nearly identical lives are often astonishing, but perhaps none more so than those of identical twins born in Ohio. The twin boys were separated at birth, being adopted by different families. Unknown to each other, both families named the boys James. And here the coincidences just begin. Both James grew up not even knowing of the other, yet both sought law-enforcement training, both had abilities in mechanical drawing and carpentry, and each had married women named Linda. They both had sons whom one named James Alan and the other named James Allan. The twin brothers also divorced their wives and married other women - both named Betty. And they both owned dogs which they named Toy. Forty years after their childhood separation, the two men were reunited to share their amazingly similar lives. (Source: Reader's Digest, January 1980)

http://www.oddweek.com/item_82923.aspx (got this from dikshanory)

now now children... pay attention

Hajimemashiooooo (let's begin)~ *scary smile*

Today we will learn about the freaking hard stuff in uni.

1st, try to make sense of the following, and then write a 2500word essay about the notion of place and home:

[ For recent apertures in critical thought instigated by certain internal displacements in the hearth of the West (feminism, deconstructionism, psychoanalysis, post-metaphysical thought) have been increasingly augmented by the persistent question of a presence that no longer lies elsewhere: the return of the repressed, the subordinate and the forgotten in ‘Third World’ musics, literatures, poverties and populations as they come to occupy the economies, cities, institutions, media and leisure time of the First World. ] Migrancy, Culture, Identity by Iain Chambers 1994

*jez’s thoughts: that was one standing paragraph and its ONE sentence!!!! What the ikan?!?!?*

Then in digital media techniques, use the tags from HTML codes in ccs to confuse urselves. This crossplatform capability and the ability to incorporate a range of data types makes HTML (which actually means Extensible HyperText Markup Language) useful in electronic publishing.
*jez's thoughts: sorry cikgu... lost u there...."

Before you apply that, make sure u get free images from the web to form a banner (using the Marquee Tools and the Lasso Tools for the masking technique) in photoshop. If u think that’s easy, u may not think so when u start doing it with a mac computer that blows up right at ur face.
*jez's thoughts: ...nope... still not getting it..."

Daijobu desuka? (are u ok?), ima (now)…
Minasan(everyone)… allow watashi (I/ me) to warn u:
Nihon go (Japanese language) wa (is) totemo (very) muzukashi (hard) desu (no particular meaning for this) !
Anata (you) may think it’s omoshiroi (interesting) at 1st, demo (but) after some time… it will be chotto (quite) tsumoranai (boring) and drives u up the wall.

Now for advertising… *rubs hands together*
We make people wanna buy things that are of no use, pay a high price for it and then we make a run for it.
End of class.
See you next week with a new idea to sell a random thing which I will say it’s a good idea but give u low marks for it just because I can.

Somehow… all those seems to make daigaku (university) life somewhat omoshiroi (interesting) and think this is all worth flying all the way from Msia for.

Ganbatte (add oil) to all students in the sekai (world)!!!!!

h...e...l...p...!

praying for some / any random person to come up to me and help me in this web design assignment....

salute!!! to all mothers~

I drank coffee this (Friday)morning.

For those of u who know me well, I’m somewhat allergic to coffee. Its makes my brain and breathing go crazy and I fall asleep really fast. But I love coffee. So it’s only for special occasions that I drink them.

Today, is sort of special, heehee…

Mandy and I decided to cook breakfast for our aunt to celebrate mother’s day for her. So it’s a special occasion rite? Plus, I dun hv class today so I can go to sleep after that.

The fact that my aunt is a super good cook, this b-fast idea gave me a lot of pressure. What if the sausage is not cooked on the inside? What if the scramble eggs are too tough? Would the pancakes be too burnt? High flame? How much salt? Well, it turned out ok, cuz Mandy was around to tell me what to do.

So in celebrating mother’s day for my beloved aunt who cared and nurtured me for a year plus now, breakfast made by her nieces were the sincere gifts to her. I also accidentally knocked her head with the pantry cupboard door, and set the fire alarm off while cooking sausages. But over all… it was good. Hey… I didn’t set the whole house on fire or break her favorite scan pan. That’s good enuf d k.

I really look up to middle aged women. Mothers in particular. They r so respectable, so strong, so humble and so responsible. Like my mom. I really thank the Lord for mommy.

When ppl talk about their moms, it’ll be of a woman cooking in a cozy kitchen. Those in a flowery apron and oven mittens, holding up a stuffed glowing turkey, curly short hair, red lips, and a big smile on her smooth face and a shiny clean house. Hahah, not all la, but u get the picture. The stereotypes of mothers, though considered to be quite historic but I’m not surprised this tradition is still going on.

Well, I’m glad my mom is not like that. She the lady in the car with me singing loudly in the front seat and Charmaine trying to sing louder on the back seat, making the radio quite useless. With cooking skills of 2 out of 10 (only makes super good unhealthy food), I’m glad I dun hv to be pressured to live up to the good cooking skill standards, heehee… (good thing Tim’s mom also dun cook often =p) with that, I thank God for grandmas who cook and take-outs (da pao –ism).

I salute mom for the ability to care for two very annoying girls

And a man who cant live without Maggie mee.

To be able to bear the crazy life of driving her daughters every where and still watch some Pilipino dramas while folding the clothes. Woman of multitasking and woman of power!!! Wooosh!

Ok need to go d. got a call to start working!!!! Woohooo! PTL!!!

Anywayz, dear mommy (if u’re reading this) and dai yee,

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!!

pancakes and amps

Some ppl would avoid the day they celebrate their existence and age with cakes, prezzies and cards as reminders. For me, I treasure every moment of it =) cuz it only happens once a year.

This year I thought it wud seriously be a quiet one cuz my bday falls on the “bz for assignments” season so I would not want to trouble my friends in gently dipping me in bak kut the soup to celebrate my bday. But guess what, they continue to surprise me every single time. Biggest thank u note I wanna send out is to huey chi who put so much effort in making my day super special. Though her plans to sabo me sort of failed, but its ok, it’s the heart that counts, hahaha… read about it here. And another brownie point goes to Indian desserts put together to form a cake on my 19th bday? Well this year, it’s as unique as that. Heheh, I had chocolate pancake with a sparkler on top as my cake and a kookaburra that laughs at me. As qian said: “Some spaz moves from uncle Sam 'dancing in the moonlight', homer simpson (who wants my keys or it wont shut up), the Manglish Bible talk, pancakes, anti-wrinkle cream, a cinapek, a "vietnamese", loads of laughs, berbanyak-banyak leng luis, and a baldie, with a bonus viewing of the wall of matchbox-cars, who could ask for more”
I really cant ask for more. Huey chi even did something else in prayer meeting for me! Hhahaha, she just HAS to sabo me.

To share the joy, I promise to learn bass with zeal and play it with passion. I dedicate those 2 cool thingamajiggies to the One who blessed me with friends who blessed me with them, and I shall name them Michiele and Gabriele after the 2 archangels, Michael &Gabriel. Idea by ming. Modification by esther, mindy and james. I wanted girl names for them, and to jazz things up, u hv to say it this way: mee-kee-ell & gay-bree-ell with air and force from diaphragm (keep practicing). Soon, I would hope to be known as Jez the bassist! And not Jez the one who claims to be a bassist but cant play it for nuts.

Well, I’m super happy for friends like these who wud know the right button to press to see me laugh, smile, choke or cry (I almost cried when I saw the chic and almost glowing black bass amp in the box when ming set it on the table in front of the clueless me). These are the people who I’d think is worth living my life till 20 and am awfully excited about the coming days I will spend with them even when the space for candles on the cake runs out and when I hv no breath to blow them out (well, there’s always sparklers that’ll die off by itself).

Thank you all SOOOO much!!!!!!

Signs

I tend to have this weird “thing” for signs. Billboard or just normal warning signs… I just like them.
The simple, non-fuss, right to the point, direct and attractive signs…. Ahhh~ so special…

I know this is weird… but I cant help it. I get really fascinated by them and I try not to show it. But now I shall declare my weakness and show you all (actually just some) of the sign pictures I took of the fascinating SIGNS…

These are the ones of

advertisements

Food

On walls and floors

Reataurants

Toilets

Warnings

Locations

Miscellaneous

Cool huh? Don’t u feel like a fly attracted to blue light?

Ps: some r taken by tim… hahah, didn’t know that he’s a nut case like me too! =p