wooot!

My goodness! My muscles and building, my shoes r wearing off, my watch seems to b going faster than usual, my pants r getting tighter, and my smiles r getting wider.

Done with year 2 of uni, and its time to PARTAY baybeh!!!

What have I been up to after sem 2 of year 2?
I’ve been balancing plates (with cutleries), cups and glasses around Tiffany’s.
Picked strawberry and ate heaps of them on the way till my tongue got soar.
Jamming and singing my head off with other jammers and head-singer-offers till my voice changed.
Meeting up with ppl whom I’ve not been catching up for a loooooong time this year.
Playing with kids who have no mercy on me (was bullied by the boys at uncle vincent’s house with water guns, light sabers and foam missiles; and was attacked by 2 boys at church- both of them called Ethan).
Looking out for cheap shops along rundle for future grocery and hardware needs.
Laughing till I tear at how people answer riddles, and also at a roaring chick magnet who was trying to act out the word ‘Thesaurus’ during charaded-taboo.
Taking pictures with men in kilts, and given a pink balloon, chalk, sweets and more lollies at the parade.

Going on a road trip tmr! Gonna b driven along Great Ocean Road with 9 other ppl. I wonder how ‘great’ it’ll b. we’ll see.

Convention 07 will be another mind blowing experience for me. It blew my mind off last year and I know it’ll blow what’s left of my mind off again this year! Even as God's grace continues to amaze me every single day, there will always be bigger amazements in my days ahead, cuz my understanding of His great love seems so narrow when compared to the real thing.

painted gazillion words

When there's nothing to do, there will be plenty of things left undone.

Found some random pix at random places taken during random events.

Heres for ur random pleasure…

(not in chronological order, jz to abide with the rule of randomness)

Bird poo around my shadow. (by the way... i think i saw my 10th dead bird last saturday... i think i shud keep counting)

Debbie and I with our 70bux each hair cut at Unley.

A dog in a classy bag shop. Was with carol and jade while they were buying a bag for suling. This dog came in and I smiled with it

My workmate’s textbook of pain… if u carried it around… it’ll surely b painful la… duh!

Been working hard on my final assignments…

Fell sick before that. Had to drink weird things that made me pee a lot

Went for Duane’s gig at Jade Monkey. Cant see Duane here. The drummer is always hidden.

The toilet bowl cover in Jade Monkey was red!

more pix coming up...

random pix

Check out how tall this man is!!!! Its crazy!

(that’s Alicia and I, trying to stand with the crowd that’s looking at lion dance during the mid-autumn festival in Elder Park. But we got distracted with the giant…)

Sip’ahh from macca’s

The straw has little chocolate beads in it so when u suck the milk, it’ll give the choc taste. Cool invention.

Went for Xi’s bday party. Xi is my very dear course mate from china. There r really few Asians in my course, and the both of us r always in the minority group. in this party however, i was the only msian

Chicken livers

Xi.

She blames me for influencing her in speaking Chinese in a msian slang…

Edible panties ;)

Deb gave me one full set of chocolate panties, ahahhah….

Girls at Tiffany’s

My boss looks funny with the horns.. hahah. It was pagent day and we had to wear that all day… I took mine off =p I also sucked in helium and sang “here comes santa clause”. Adeladians celebrate Christmas really early… no idea y

My hot choc! Tony makes a cup of hot choc with a smiley every time I go for work.

Tried to go play tennis with mandy, but the court was taken…

so we hung out in the playground. I’ve been going to lots of playgrounds lately. I guess its cuz of this girl

Li Xuan

When she’s cute, she’s so darn cute. When she’s not…. She’s so darn not…

When I fold clothes in my room, she’d barge in, take my bra and run around the house… -_-“

B4 I go uni, I’ve to give her a hug, n she’ll gimme a kiss, a high 5, and shake my hand, hahah…

Suling and I after having good lamb dinner by myra. We got a little high on laughter… played with play dough and made weird faces…

37 more days till I go home. Yeshhh!!!!

Lixuan’s mom flew in today. She brought msian newspapers over and as I flipped the page, I find myself still calling msia my home even though there r so many bad stuff going on back there… I miss home…

Let's dance

Let’s dance.

Put on your riches face,

and gracefully slide with me.

Cast your eyes away from the audience,

close it if you must.

But open your heart.

Dance with heart and arms wide open,

Open for the One who understands the moves.

Let’s dance for the One who created dance.

Let’s dance for ‘dance’ itself.

Groove with the beat,

Sway with the melody,

Let the notes dig deep in your bones,

Let the chords ring strong in your muscles.

Let’s dance.

Be all there. No where else but on the stage.

We own it.

If you ever fall from a leap,

Just strike a pose and beam with two rows of teeth.

Doesn’t matter how loud the crowd cheers,

It’s one affirming smile you have to strive for.

Let’s dance.

Child labour

Haha, nola, it was done voluntarily by us—the two regular users of the bathroom. Cuz of fogs from hot showers, the ceiling started to crack and it didn’t look good. So we had to paint it before it gets worst. I have to admit that sometimes I don’t turn the fan on cuz its so darn cold during winter… so yes… suffer the consequences I did.

Mandy and I had to 1^st scrape the original layer of paint, then sandpaper it till its smooth, then paint new layer on. All three steps are super tough… our necks were so sore after that. Took us more than half a day to finish it… then hv to clean up sumore. Aih… why can’t we have plastic ceilings with cool glittery starfish that can float in it? Nice, entertaining n hassle free.

the show~

[written on 19th sept... i found it by accident]

The weather is not smiling today. As much as I’d like to be outside, I’m glad I get to jz sit at home and watch Scrubs all day. When the weather is not nice, it’s REALLY not nice. But when it’s good, u have every single reason to be out and about. Just like last weekend when I got to be in a fun fair called Royal Adelaide Show. Apparently it’s been around for hundreds of years and this happens once a year only. I didn’t do a lot of things which I shud hv done in the fair, but I had a jolly good time =)

It was rather hard moving in a group of 12, ppl joined in and left the group once in awhile, but it showed me how much we need friends. I may have all the money in the world to be spent in the fair, but if no one plays with me, I’m as pathetic as the Bart Simpson stuffed toy hanging upside down from the booth which I so wanted to get one for myself.

I got myself a Nova showbag, a free facepainting, a head-gear for the day—a fluffy halo, 5 donuts (I shared it), and a $1 600ml Farmer’s Union Coffee. Woohooooo!!! I lost all the games I played, still trying to win Bart down from the stand. I went in and out of jail and was killing James with my screams (Prison Break “ride”—something like haunted house). I saw little piggies race for ntg, and jump into a pool of water, swim across to the other side where the man who looked like a butcher in white suit gave them their treat. I stroked alpacas (something like llamas, except with more fur) and horny goats. I even got to chase the alpacas back into their cage (hahah, someone let it out and the alpacas roamed around the barn… I think they were as tall as me =p). I saw crazy young boys do their stunts on bikes like it’s so simple (who ever invented Motorcross?!), I was amazed… I had a stick of carrot for dinner. I saw big men with beards drive bulldozers and make them dance around. Yes, seriously… those trucks were dancing!!! And I saw fireworks with my mouth open, wishing I cud watch it with Timmy. I won’t mind even if I had to watch the fireworks thru the reflection of it in his eyes…. I walked around still hoping to get a Bart, but the lady wud only sell it to me for $40. No way hozay.

Next year, I’d do it all over again. This experience unleashed the child within me. It was nice to be a kid again. Now that I know what to do and wat not to do in Royal Adelaide Show, I’ll enjoy myself even more next time I’m sure. I’d go for rides, walk thru the jubilee hall, look at colourful baby chicks, go on a camel ride, go there from morning and stay till nite, and go with exciting ppl ;)

ps... we had a group pic taken but it didnt turn out good. cant see our faces... anyways, here're more pix

very hungry

apparently...

red and white makes u hungry...

i'm very hungry now.

VERY

Speak down the box

I often stumble upon times when I’d say “I was gonna say that but I just didn’t…”.

I think its more like ‘darn it, shud hv processed that thought faster and got it out of my mouth earlier’.

Its not that it’ll make much of a difference if I said it or another person said it. As long as the issue is settled and the matter is done, then it’s alright. But sometimes, it’ll help greatly if I presented my views there and then, instead of watching things go wrong and then only go “actually… I thought about it b4 but didn’t say anything about it then”.

In Cantonese, we cud use the words “zhar dou”. An inward tug that no one can sense except for myself. (sometimes ppl say ‘zhar dou’ after a very lame joke, but that feeling is somewhat different to this. That’s more like -.-“ swt)

Sometimes it gets crazier when I think too fast and let that thought fly thru my grey matters and then I jz conveniently forget it. How do I control the speed of my thoughts? I shud install a think-o-meter. *beep beep beep! Exceeded speed limit! Slow down or u’ll explode*

I pity those who have to have to experience the after math of jez-didn’t-say-it-earlier-loh… if I just mumbled or twitched an eyebrow to show that I’ve something to say about something, and formed the words to express it, then ppl relating to the certain issue could have done (or could have chose not to do) something about it. At least the spark of thought was released.

I should be brave. Speak down the walls that boxes me in. Scream till they break so I’ll be free from being “zhar dou”-ed.

My Indian Friend

Thambi!
you rock!!!