Breathe in, Breathe out

Whether or not the sun comes out tomorrow,
I know that it’ll still be there.
Though the night may be swelled with sorrow,
The joy comes with the morning glare.

Breathe in, breathe out; slow and steady,
Allow the spirals dawdle and clam down before you.
The week ahead may be forecasted cloudy,
Yet the sky in your heart is swept clean—brand new.

Effortlessly I can blatantly say: take me and mould me,
I’m ready for the expected suffering,
But is my everything willingly given to Thee,
Or just a small portion of my dutiful offering?

The forceful breeze brushes pass my face,
As I bite the bullet with unspoken fear.
I speed up and I slow down in the race,
Always knowing that the end is near.

So dwell not in the groans and irks,
Oh tired soul of mine.
Release smiles, or at least little smirks,
And care-freely flutter in His love, so divine.

For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.
Psalm 30:5

To all of you who are taking a break from your studies…. GET BACK TO WORK! (and stop going to your facebook site)

Heheh… alright alright… everyone needs a break sometimes.

May all of you (that includes me) stay sane under the pile of work/ assignments/ textbooks/ notes/ pressure. Don’t forget to breathe in, and breathe out.

the hammock

The fabric tucks me in, closing my whole body up into a cocoon, keeping me above the ground, and below the shades of the trees. In this warm day of spring, I lie half awake, floating in this weather that keeps everyone sleepy.

I wonder who created the hammock… Must be someone who badly wants and needs a break from his/ her daily affairs, and wants to keep away from the ground for while.(floating village, siem reap, cambodia)

I used to have bad experiences with hammocks. There was one huge hammock in the holiday house that my big family and I used to go in PD. It was loosely weaved up with thick soft strings that looked like a colorful fishing net, hanging from one pillar to another. I think I was 4 then. I wanted to climb on it like how the adults were doing, but my little limbs went through the holes between the strings and I got stuck. I struggled till I fell to the ground with a clumsy thud, and with my leg still stuck in the net. Didn’t like hammocks.

When my uncle got a new house and installed a hammock in his balcony, I was a little iffy about it already. It was also the hole-y type one, and I fell through the strings that time. Double dislike for hammocks.

Now that I’m slightly bigger… ok, a lot bigger, I can handle hammocks better. The one I’m on is the full-cloth-with-no-big-holes one. I now look forward to nice days like these when I can sit out here with short pants (wooohooo!! Finally I can wear short pants after so long!) and a good book. I usually would end up not reading it. I’ll b finding myself deep in thought. Someone told me thinking alone is dangerous. But dun worry… these thoughts r fruitful ones (I think). As I look at the bird eating a worm above me (yes… right above me), and ignoring the loud buzz from aussie flies, I let my thoughts catch the breeze and swirl around in loose circles, and bouncing back at me with a fresh smile.

As I hang lazily on this red hammock, I quietly and sincerely thank the Creator of such beautiful things around me, for everything I could and could not think of; for designing every intricate creature, outside and inside this hammock. I thank God for His promise of never leaving me, even when I find myself in my little closed-up hiding place, I can never hide away from Him.

2 couches+1 weekend=coolness

Yay~ tonite, I reunite with my bed!!!

As I lay on my bed under my cold n soft cover with sunblock lotion still thickly spread on my arms and face, I recalled the cool stuff I did this weekend. I’d do it all again, but I know there’re more exciting things to do than to do stuff that I did all over again.

Lets start with Friday morning. I woke up early to get to the city to hand in my assignment, then to meet up with M & M, jz to hv a (commie)girl’s catch up session. But there were change of plans n I ended up jz throwing sheep and drawing sheep on facebook till I had to rush for work. No complains though =) I got to bump into jasmine liang whom I miss oh so dearly, and got to catch up while we were facebooking, hehhe…

I overworked for an hour, didn’t hv b/fast or lunch. Till 4.30pm mandy saved me with chicken n roti canai that she packed from home. I’m so loved~ she waited for me till I finished work which totally was a waste of her time… (sorry mandy!!!) cuz she had to rush off at 5 anyways…

Then it was mug> wrapper> jin n ken> leong char (hor yan ho) for my sick bro> no tram yet> OCF> evil truffles> good looking stranger (Andrew)> UV apartment> write n wrap present> Debbie is wonderwoman!> girl talk with Debbie n her housemates> couch> sleep> cold> early morning> fried eggs with cheese in English muffins for self n the boys> Debbie still my wonderwoman> workshop> Ps Greg let us poke faces at him and the group> inspired> lunch> saw xi in funny uniform> fake teriyaki chicken> shifted makan spots> walked back to UV apartment> call from boss> panic> jez is irresponsible doofhead>

I was distracted with food and group. I was supposed to return trays to Shanghai Delights lady at old food court, but we had lunch at new food court. So I left the trays there to ‘chup’ space while I went to get food. Then we shifted makan spots and I totally forgot about them trays. Debbie and I flew back to china town as soon as I found out I was a doofhead. I prayed so hard on the way there. Deb tried to calm me down with a funny story. It worked ;) she’s my wonderwoman. We rushed back to our old spot. Trays weren’t there. I asked the cleaner lady nicely, she pinned me down with her stare and yelled “what tray?! Haiya…Go kitchen!”

erm… where? So I turned to another cleaner guy who looked like phua chu kang with black boots instead of yellow ones. He pointed at the direction of the kitchen, which was slightly more helpful. We went there n saw another bunch of scary old asian cleaner ladies who were yelling at me and at each other.

“what u want?!”

“erm… 6 white trays and 2 red trays”

“tcai you liu ge pan! Qi ta de mei you!” (only 6 trays, ntg else)

Commotion commotion…

Another lady walks pass, “zhe ge?” (this one?) *holds up the other 2 red trays*

Yes!!! Thank you!!!! Gam siah gam siah

Wah, I’m so glad I found them. So glad I’ve a kind and forgiving teammate. So glad I had wonderwoman beside me.

Ok, to continue with the arrow and word thing.

Jam session> throw m&m’s at pigeon> childhood sharing with deb, ken, dan, etc> china town> mandarin house> gila spicy food> Rachel & Deb’s bday> lame jokes> happy gas> duane’s new house> almost embarrassing event> couch number 2> muffin toast with jam> kidzone> SO CUTE!!> Marianne’s baptism> milkshakes> tram> shooting in Adelaide> bus>home sweet home…

read between the lines

Dear Big Guy up there,

Thanks for the light. I saw it ;)

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No, I’m not depressed. Just deeply challenged. Challenge is good. I’m glad I’m challenged.

Really, I’m fine.

Thx for asking though. And I feel so loved after knowing that ppl r concerned =) how cud anyone fall into depression with friends like these?

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I miss Mindy.

Faster come back already!!!

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Homer Simpson is cursing at me… I think his batt is dying off…

James, Got warranty?

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Pizza delivery guy delivers pizza to Tommy

PDG: here’s ur pizza. Can I have some tips?
Tommy: be good to ur mom *smiles, takes pizza, and closes door*

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Funny pastors/ preachers, I can accept.

Serious stand-up-comedians? Dun think so…

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A: wat’s a forum?

B: two-um plus two-um

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I saw muscles having a party under Daniel's skin on his calf. Spasms look gross but its so cool!
There shud b a word to describe this feeling. it was Grool!!!

enough

When your heart and your head is not in sync,

The feeling is just not fantastic.

“Am I just being paranoid?!” you might think,

Or I might just be falling sick.

Answers to questions I might seek,

Often ignoring replies I don’t like.

Yet the past shows I’ll be left amenable and meek,

After every exciting journey and hike.

Just like the little mustard seed, I reckon,

How it made its way to the curry pot.

No matter how vigorously it beckons,

It will still be cooked together with the lot.

If the risk, in the 1^st place, was not taken,

I’d still be tiny and minute, like a dot.

If my thoughts, in the 2^nd place, was not shaken,

I’d be no better than a particle, born to rot.

I’m glad I have the chance to choose,

To be given this thing called free will.

But I think too much choice causes me to go loose,

As making the right decision takes more than just good skill.

All I can ask for right now

Is a little light to shine on the right way.

Don’t know when, don’t know how,

Just so I can last another day.

The head gently whispers one thing,

The heart tenderly murmurs another.

How can I not be painfully deciding?

When wrong choices would leave me to falter.

I might as well give up right now,

Throw in the towel and leave the arena.

Since the ending is already decided somehow,

And I’ve no control over the agenda.

Enough of these game, enough!

I’m tired of uncertainties and doubts,

Am not always strong and tough,

If I constantly have to defy and flout.

Just a small light please,

A tiny one will do.

I promise my complaints will cease,

And my grumbles will, too.

JsquareE

What are the odds of u having the same full name as another person who lives on the same floor as you in the same building?

How coincidental can u get that u can bump into ur sibling’s friend’s family in a Chinese restaurant in Adelaide whom u met back in msia?

How often wud u hv the chance to lie down in the middle of a super busy city square and eat mooncakes that cost ridiculously too much with people whom u trust the most?

Little kids walked pass, planes flew pass, esther enjoyed her egg yolk, james grew hungry, sarah smiled, jez liked her pink shoes. We had to find the best way to devide that mooncake evenly, and the best knife was esther's expired student card. then we flashed out our faces from our cards as well =p dunno y james' card has the green sticky on it. maybe cuz he's a mutant. can change colour when he's hungry.

We changed our hangout place to hongfat when it got dark, but we were chased to sit on the side bench instead. Then we moved to the front steps of Tabs, where the black dog usually sits. Dodgy places to hang out, but its who u’re with that matters.

We can’t choose how we want things to happen. But we can surely find a way to respond to it with the best attitude we’ve got.

crazy mustard

There r times when u feel on top of the world, and times when u feel no better than a little mustard seed in a large pot of curry.

So insignificant, so minute.

Yes, a little mustard seed can grow into a huge oak tree. But if u’re already in the pot of curry… dun think u’ll still survive after going thru the whole digestive system. The best u cud do is to come out of it, but landing back out together with poop.

Things only get worse.

I guess the only comforting thought is to know that u’ll b of good use as fertilizers together with the poop, for the growth of something else.

It’s no fun being a mustard seed.
Lets see… how cud I not b one?

I shall be a little demanding and request that I be given the chance to curl up in my bed under the covers until I lose sense of time, become hungry and start eating my pillow case.
I also want to go back to Glenelg beach and burry myself in the sand, a few feet deep, and make friends with the crabs. If I get hungry, I can eat them!
I want to jump on a trampoline so many times till I actually loose a limb and watch it bounce off the trampoline and flop lifeless on the ground.
I want to sing a song that is engraved in my heart as the water from the shower blends in with the tears shed. And stand there with the water still running until the authorities have to come to charge me for going against water restriction rules. (note to self: I shud wear a nice bathing suit while attempting this)
I want to sit on a spinning chair and spin myself round and round till I barf out ydy’s dinner.
I want to lie down in the middle of Rundle Mall until a pigeon poops on me.
I want to grab a black bird by the beak and yell at it “I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO BE SCARED ABOUT THAN TO BE SCARED OF U!!!”

I don’t think all these will get me out of the whole mustard seed idea. Oh well… back to life~

cloud sambal

To all my friends back in msia reading this… I miss u guys HEAPS!!!

Knowing that I was a little homesick, my dear friend, Thambi Jin, joined forces with monsieur Erwin le chef, in project ‘authentic nasi lemak in UV apartment’.

I found myself entering a unit so thick with pungent curry smell that leaked its way even to the corridor. The chefs were busy with their skills on the stove, as mandy and I kept stealing fried ikan bilis and vege from the table. I was already smiling by then.

Before I knew it, I was sitting on the floor, cross-legged with my beautiful nasi lemak in front of me (also on the floor). There it lay on a piece of plastic (it was half of a plastic bag stolen from Coles, fresh fruits department) on a piece of free newspaper. The rice, nicely cupped into a round shape, ikan bilis, nuts, curry chicken, eggs, sotong sambal (I looooved it!), sliced cucumber, and a foreign dish (stick veggies). The only thing that didn’t work well was the teh tarik. We shud hv used cheaper tea instead of Earl Grey.

As much as good food turns Thambi on, the whole atmosphere almost brought me to tears as I sank my fingers into the “fat rice”. We sat together, about 7 of us, on the floor with the tv on and no one was really paying attention to it. Wahhhh, so nostalgic!!!

I went to BSF after that and my group leader said I smell like curry. I dunno if I offended anyone there but I dun care! I was on cloud 9. No, I was on cloud sambal!

bukumuka

Dear cyber hegemony,

I’ve come to a point where I’d have to say that I’m a mega looser when it comes to fads in ur world. I gave in to the waves of cyber pressure, and signed up for the book for the face.

I know wat u gonna say. “hah! I told u so!!! U’re so gonna fall for this!”
I resisted but figured I’m too tired for that, so I jatuh dalam genggaman mu.

But I have to say… its weird, that facebook. People bite each other there… they poke around, vandalize on walls and they throw sheep at each other. Now let’s not be rude here…

I guess that was why I didn’t wanna give in at 1st. modern technology… tsk tsk. They know too much. Then they make me wanna know too much. You see, I don’t need to know that much. Just wats ought to be known is sufficient. Like what time my watch died. I know that. At least it serves a purpose. I don’t need to know who bit which vampire, zombie or werewolf; or who wants to be winnie the pooh. That’s too much. Scares me you know?

Oh well, I guess your mania will never end. Keep up the good work, but bring down the bad, aight?

Your looser

reading the fine prints

Hv u ever been tricked by the crappy fine lines on a product or a promo? Like…
Get $100 worth of Uncle Toby’s stuff for FREE
With any purchase of more than $500 worth of Gummy Bears

Then u’ll end up standing at the end of the checkout counter feeling victorious and defeated at the same time, thinking wat u gonna do with so many packs of Gummy Bears.

That is how we’re trained to always read the fine prints in things. There’s always a catch in products, situations or opportunities. That’s y it gets hard when u hv good intentions in giving something nice to people. They wud always do the suspicious eyebrow raise and put up their guards. Tough luck.

But then again, when I read the fine prints in my life, it’s quite interesting. The hidden surprises wittily catch me off guard and sometimes leave me dumbfounded. I’m halfway thru this three year camp, and so far, it’s awesome mate~

At this stage, I’m getting ready to board this funky roller coaster ride. Rumour has it that its challenging but the thrills that send ur adrenalin level up the roof is priceless. So there, with expectancy of those rumours and faith on the One who controls the entire ride, I can say now… that I’m ready!

Eh wait… lemme read the fine prints 1st

FUNKY ROLLER COASTER RIDE
Ride at own risk
Guaranteed laudable experience for life

Sounds alright.

Ok, I’m ready

Xiao moment

Xiao in mandarin means to smile; Xiao in hokkien means crazy.

There I was, sitting on the kitchen counter, smelling a small piece of paper and a small envelope with my eyes closed, while my uncle and aunt buzzed around me as they were unpacking from their trip in msia.

that… was a double Xiao moment. I was smiling crazily.

They had no idea wat was going on with me. All they cud see was a pile of torn bits of paper around an Adobe InCopy DVD, and a xiao Jez, not moving on the high counter stool.

I’m so sure that the small note had the smell of Ralph Lauren -Black. Though the scent is fading off now… but I’m glad I had the xiao moment to dwell in for awhile. Not gonna get that smell till late December, so I mite as well jz make do with this. 4 more months to go. We can do it!

U who made Jez xiao… I love ya!

nerve breakdown

I know I’m weird, but sometimes my nervous system gets weirder, and it gets on my nerves! I mean... I get annoyed.

On my weird days, I respond to things strangely. For example, I was walking to woollies with mandy one day and we had to cross some roads. Its normally *looks left, look right, no cars, then cross*. But that day… I went *look left, look right, ooo! Car! And cross*. I wouldn’t be typing this now if mandy didn’t pull me back on my jumper.

It also took me long time to type an email today. I’m even having trouble typing this. For almost every word, I’ve to hit the backspace key a few times to get the word right. Darn it! I’m tired typing this post already… hope I’ll b back to “normal” tmr.

Oh ya, btw… another mandy-quote “I’ve more receipts than cash in my wallet… not a good sign”
That’s exactly how I am now, jz minus the receipts… I don’t keep them…

Over n out

person who holds the steak

who says uni is no fun?





i get to learn about stakeholders of the media

(this is the steakholder i keep thinking about....)

i get to critique about critiques,

report on a report,


analyze an analysis....

Mr. X: dude! u cant just pee on every street!!

Mr. Y: oh yes I can... i'll prove it to u! there's every street!

*unzips and pees on every street*

Mr. Y: ...unless there's a sign saying not to

Mr. X: *points at a sign near by*

Mr. Y: woops... too late

if the paper you use to do maths culculation or essay drafts on are called rough paper... why r they so smooth?

Guilty pleasures

I ate plastic and tissue today. Of course not on purpose.

I’m guilty of having pizza after dinner ; Guilty of keeping qian’s choc chip cookie until now ; Guilty of finishing cereals in less than a week ; Guilty of having 2 lunch sessions and 2 dinner sessions in a day ; Guilty of having ice-cream and fries for dinner and having pie-floater after cakes and chips in just one night <-- those were just the account for the week…

Countless charges on ms Jezamine Chan.
But too fat to be locked up.
Court dismissed.

I’m hungry.

~love letter~

Love letters are such unique things.
Well, at least it makes u feel unique—directed just for u from that someone who is so marvelous, and that someone so freakin loves u.

I get love letters quite often =p thanks to email. Albeit there’s the distance, love letters r still sent by my guy~ makes me feel special.

But yesterday, I read a love letter that made my heart skip countless times, my face blush and my whole body melt, as I fall in love with the sender of that letter, all over again.

He said he loves me *blush* and he never did or will stop loving me *blush even more*
He said he’ll always pay attention to me when I wanna say something.
He said no one can take away his love for me.
He said he’ll give me my desires cuz he love me that much. He already gave me his everything…
He said his love for me is beyond understanding.
He said a lot more things that blew my mind away.

I guess he’s like that because he IS love. [1john 4:16]

I fell in love with the one who created the notion of love and gave it to me so lavishly I can’t comprehend why.

[Zephaniah 3:17]

This special letter comes in many forms and it makes me fall so in love every time I get these love spells from Him…. So romantic~

hornimated

there's this guy i know....

who is strong...

influencial (look at the baby behind him trying to act like him...)

and he's smart...

but blurr sometimes...

likes to be fed...

donates blood while looking at ... his friend

& He bends spoons...

ROARR!!!

He's non other than marcuz the koh

happy birthday old man!

Constipated

Yeap. That’s how I feel. Not that I can’t pang sai. It’s not physical.

I noticed that when I’m very very free… I don’t blog. I’d be busy being lazy. Not that my time here has been at total waste. I’m taking time off. Doing weird stuff.

It’s when I’ve heaps of stuff to do, I’d blog. Only when constipation occurs during crazy times.

Now I’m stuck. Congested words, jam-packed lexis and wedged expressions.

I’ve got so much to say but dunno how to word it.

Its like someone u’re talking to has a hardened piece of mucus sticking at the edge of his/her nose but u cant get urself to inform him/her cuz u dowana sound rude.

Frustration is the word. But u gotta still put a smile on ur face.

Uni life is good.

Good food fed.

Good bed slept on.

Good technology mediated.

It’s all good.

Just… a little constipated.

i cant spell out my laugh... ha ha ha? thats not how i laugh...

oh mee gosh!!!
i cant believe this exists!

laughing club

and there's more than that one in virginia! (diksha... read carefully, its vir gi ni a)

i wonder if they'd kick me out when i decide to join this club....

in primary skool i got into trouble for laughing at something (my friend was playing a seriously bad trick on another, and all i did was laugh while he was making his mischief work, then when he got caught, i kena as well...)

in secondary skool i was known as the small pengawas who laughs very loud

in college the guard had to hush me down in the common area

sheesh!!! cant i jz laugh at my own rate and not be judged? come on... its not that bad...

well, here's a little [sorry] note to all my friends who i've embarassed cuz i laughed and caused others to look at as weird freaks. didnt mean to... ampun maaf, beribu ribu ampun, thousand apologies *wobbles head*

back to skool...

My 4th semester of uni starts tmr. I would say I didn’t have a distinctive holiday, but it was a good break in my monotonous schedule, and I’m all set to go back to the routine lifestyle again.

During the winter holidays I had a chance to …

eat so much popcorn till I can almost smell popcorn in my pee

sleep on a single bed with another person (twice)

finish one subject in a week

stay up all night and be showered with edifying testimonies, only going to sleep at 7.30 in the morning

be an anime character whom I’m not really familiar with and laugh till I cant stand properly at other characters

enjoy home cooked msian food after singing Negaraku with a piece of chicken in my mouth

learn how to count in German, French, and Tamil; write my name in Arabic and be reminded of some phrases in Telegu

go dress shopping with a bride-to-be

play charade, taboo, uno, win lose or draw, bass, tennis, ps2, game cube…

act as a woman who was about to be stoned, a hypocrite friend, a mother, a girlfriend, a bride, a boyfriend (that was weird), a bad girlfriend, a bimbo, and a banana [of course, I did that all at different times]

bake Oreo cheesecake with Mandy

balance 8 plates, 3 coffee cups, cutleries and left over food at one go

and write a blog entry that I don’t know how to end…

sappy bench

What do u get when u come across a fish and an elephant?


Swimming trunks!


What do u get when u come across a park bench and a darn sappy conversation in a movie?


A crying jez!

I dunno y…. movies with scenes of park benches will make me cry. Why on earth do they choose the park?! Why the long bench?! Why do I cry?!

To name a few that I watched lately [Finding Neverland- Johnny Depp spoke to the little boy on the bench], [Good Will Hunting- Robin Williams spoke to Matt Damon on the bench], [Forest Gump- need I say more?]…
There was even a scene in Grey’s anatomy season 3 epi 25, Nazi was on a bench with George…. Wahhhh… I was like… “ok this is not a sad scene, its in a freaking hospital, not in a park! not crying... NNNot crying!”

Of course… not ALL scenes with benches in the park make me cry. Like when a scene is about drunkards who wee next to the bin beside a park bench. Not sappy but crappy...

There has to be an emotional build up, a good conversational and better still-- it’ll trigger the tears if the characters are of little kids or old grand-dudes with shaky voices.

But actually, park benches brings back memories of nonstop Futurama and FRIENDS with horny, slurping up cup noodles in the midst of our pile of books.

Oh and also the time I had to spend the nite on a bench with shua (different benches of course) cuz we had no place to go when we went back packing to inti nilai.

Anyhoot, that was quite random… yet! I do not hv to apologize for my randomness. Its jz the way this site shud run. On pure randomness.

all hail emo movies with benches!

size is not a matter

Ever wondered why Asians are smaller than other nations?

I don’t hv the answer…

Even the fruits are not siding us…

I’m not saying being big is bad and I’m not trying to be racist here. My point here is about SIZE. Why is the big one being seen as the better one. Or the one with more authority? In this case, a mandarin can be an orange but an orange cant be a mandarin. Makes sense?

But! Just when u peel the skin to get to the inside and taste what the small mandarin has to offer… that, my friends…. is another sweet sweet story, nyehehe…

screen fight

With my freshly cut and painted nails, I can now update my blog with joy.

Hahah… that was rather random. I just wanted to get that out of the system.

Anyways… winter holidays. How was it for Jez? Not bad actually. Complained a little that my boss made me work almost everyday, and that I’ve to sacrifice my lazy dayz at home with big tshirts and baggy pants in front of the TV with some fortuitous SBS movie next to the fierce heater.

Come to think of it, I’ll take my words back. I’m glad I got to work all week. Tiring but satisfying. I’ve learnt so much in these short weeks which I can never do so from the idiot box I reckon.

“I can make very very cold Hot-Chocolate, and very very hot Iced-Coffee” beams my boss as I looked at him with the =.=” look. I tried not to laugh but when he said “want to try some?” with his somewhat ham sap look, I cracked out laughing and telling my lady boss that her husband needs to rest cuz he’s going a little insane.

I like my bosses. They’re nice ppl. Very patient as well. I made countless mistakes and yet not a discouraging word was thrown at me. Some of their comments are quite comical. Especially with me and my O-jezsm (which means ‘easily tickled’ [word created by duane, mandy and ming] and sounds like something else but has totally nothing to do with that), I laugh at almost any comment they make. I think their Arabic accent contributes to my condition as well. My boss’ son (Tony) also sprinkles unplanned pesters that keep me away from the word “bored” all day at work. Colleagues are nice and some customers and worth offering my smile to.

When its not peak hours, we’d all stand around the oven and talk about anything that comes in mind. I also like hanging out at the corner on table 11 after my shift and they’d tell me about their experience when they were back in Jordon where there was war. Wah so chunnn… Tony actually saw flying bullets whiz pass outside his window. Ok, maybe not that chunnn. Its scary.

The only thing I don’t like to do at work is when I get the kitchen shift and I’ve to fry bacons if there’s a need to. The babi pieces explodes on the pan and spits hot oil everywhere. Painful la… oh and also the slicing. Well, I like the slicing part, but it’s the cleaning of the machine after every item that drives me up the wall. Wish it cud clean itself up and not torture me when I’m still half asleep at 8 in the morning.

Anywayz, I’ll be having a break from work and heading back to uni for winter skool tmr. Have to find another way to stay sane as I go thru 9-5 for 5 days in a row. Wish me luck.

semi aussiefied

I’ve been in Australia for a year and a half now. I think I’ve learnt many aussie terms like “ta” for thanks and “paw paw” for papaya. But I still fail at being an individual who can tell other than I’ve been living in Adelaide for that long. U know why? Cuz…

I’ve not had farmer’s union iced coffee
I’ve not shopped in Myers or David Jones
I’ve not gone to Harbor Town
I’ve not gone to a real live footie game

But now, I’m almost there cuz I drank the ice coffee and almost fell asleep crossing the road. And I finally ventured to Harbor Town~ *beams proudly*

I went with the Lam(e) Brothers—James and Ming.

Hungry James

Ming’s BMW had a slight problem but he was smart, and saved it with the green tape! Of all colors… green…

We chomped down our baguettes and burgers then came hard-core shopping bonanza!!!

I had only one motive—to get myself a good pair of Mary Jane shoes . But I had a major size crisis… even size 5 was loose for me. Not the usual case if I was looking for sport shoes…

Walked into every shoe shop but none fit me. Even Ming the shopping sifu felt my frustration. Anyhow I ended up with this almost fitting Keds which I really like and its bright pink! Talk about lack of attention…

I was the one who wanted to shop but ended up with James buying most things. This reminds me of the times I’d spent with shua n horny in shopping complexes… minus the good fashion sense by the Lams. They wud block away “sale” signs and lead me to the direction of KFC. Hahha… every top I tried on wud b nice, and we got confused between a tube and a skirt. Those were the blur days… and btw… I still cant shop unless I’m with a qualified shopper.

Anyhoot, I ended up at Ming’s hse for dinner after that and watched a super old Stephen chow movie (Sixty Million Dollar Man- 1995) with huey chi, ming and his mom. I also got to play with James’ Lego Exo-force. So cool… got lights 1… and can shoot plastic bullets with a rubber tip from the right arm.

The bad guy is the big one and the small fart is the good guy who does not hv lights…

I had a good day out and that didn’t aussie-fy me totally but at least I got to go harbor town =)

]yum[

I burnt my lips a few times in 2 days straight. It wasn’t until now that I noticed I’ve not been eating healthy. Once in awhile… nvm la, rite? I still can fit into my pants… can wear 2 pairs of long pants sumore! So not bad la…

In 2 days time, I had:
2 pieces of roti canai with nutella (super good chocolate fudge/paste)
1 cup of hot chocolate made by my boss
1 plate wonton mee (gon lou) (the WHOLE plate) (eh no joke… aussie-sized) with roasted duck
1 glass of white chocolate milk with marshmallow fluff and choc powder toppings
1 bowl of cereal
1 medium sized popcorn pack shared with friends
Some raw salmon with honey mustard sauce
Some bitter god in eggs (ulk…)
1 bar of crunchie

That, ladies n gents…. Is the recipe to contentment =)

holi-what?

My friend said something that made me think… “y are u so happy when u actually didn’t suffer much for ur exams?”

Darn… there went my enthusiasm for my holidays…

Adding to that… my boss is making work more now… not that I hv a choice, cuz I memang hv ntg to do so work it shall be for me. Just in case u’ve not been keeping up with jez, she’s no longer working at subways (I cant believe I wrote a poem on working there, hahaha). She’s at a cozy café called Tiffany’s and the Vanilla Slice is to die for.

Oh well… something to keep my mind off the idea of robbing the bank to buy a ticket to fly home to watch transformers with timmy, who mite fall asleep and waste another movie ticket but it’ll b worth while anyways.

Haiz… holidays… dun sound so nice after all.

But then again. One cant be too sure. For all I know, this 2 weeks of uni break could be an unforgettable one =)

sejoooooook

2nd year going thru winter > sejooooooooook

A recap of Jez’s winter 2006

2007- Its so cold…
-I’ve made friends with Mr. Heater.
-I walk around the city like a giant fish ball or a mascot for the tire company [Michelin].
-I no longer need an electronic toothbrush cuz shivering in the morning will vibrate my toothbrush enuf to make it seem like an electronic brush.
-I dread coming out from the hot shower. i know i know... water restrictions... but it's really hard!!!
-I beat world record for putting on clothes fastest after the shower.
-I always feel like peeing even though u didn’t drink much water.
-I still wish I have heated toilet bowls in my house…

Its so cold it’s a shame there’s still no snow in Adelaide… at least if it snows and I get to throw snowballs at ppl then being in the cold is worth it. Oh well… spring will still be the season I ALWAYS look forward to.

Happy freezing everyone!!!

I'm back baybeh~

Wazappp wazappp my dear friends who yells “I’m so bored with studying so please entertain me, Jez!!!!”. Have no fear. Jez is here. *thunder and lightning*

…and no I’m not here to entertain… I’m jz here to revive my blog…

*in heavy chinese accent*

My computer so fat…
That when I click one buttonnnn….
It gets
‘stuck’.

Thank you.

Well, that was how it used to be before. Just like how the hongkee standupcomedian’s friend’s fat mom’s situation would be (as told by Russell Peters). Now… my laptop seems to be one happy laptop cuz it went for a liposuction. Now its as light as a piece of paper on my lap. Free from my torturous pictures (terlampau banyak syok-sendiri pix =p), my almost 20Gigg music collection, and my countless movie collection.

Thanks to my new toy—my new external hard disk
Though its 6.25times bigger than my old external HDD, but its also 6.25times bigger in capacity. Woot~

Got it for quite a fair deal from Officeworks. Thanks James for spotting this for me =)

I like it not because it slimmed down my laptop, it also has this cool limegreen ring on the side when it’s on. Cantik~ with that I shall name it… Lemonade! Or should I call it BlackLemon? Help me with this will ya?

Ever After

Once upon a time
*chrriiing* stroke from the chime
There lived a little girl
In this gila & bizarre world.

Only 5 feet small
With everyone else so tall
She leaves Never Never Land
To sink her feet in fresh sand.

With songs in her pocket
Curiosity in their sockets
Flexibility in her hands
Just like a fresh rubber band.

Mouth like the black hole
Which swallows food and bowl
She rides with the wind
With a sincere grin.

On this unexpected day
In this bewildering way
She meets her prince
And has been happy-er ever since.

He came in his shiny grey horse
Sturdy from its Proton Wira force (hahah… I like this one)
Gentle strength, and strong smile
Makes this girl go senile.

He patiently waits
At the arrival gates
For her to return home
So they can have coffee at DOME™ *swt*

You may anticipate an “Ever After”
But this poem should end with a laughter
For “Ever After” has already been promised
Its just how this little girl lives it.

-there can never be an end-

ps: if u're a uni student who has exams and assignments due soon, and u're reading this... *shakes head* bad bad girl/boy... go back to ur books la!

heheh... and

ALL THE BEST IN UR EXAMS / ASSIGNMENTS!!!

kunci kunci ku (keys keys of mine)

My fingers felt like they were gonna fall off. I was stranded on an ‘island’ called my front porch for 2 hours out in the cold, winter’s (drizzling) afternoon.

Why? U may ask… well, let me take u on journey of my super malang day.

1st…. I lost my key.

Loosing the freedom of going in and out of my hse is one thing. Loosing my treasured keychain is another…

2nd…. I missed the bus.

I was looking for my keys so I went out 10 seconds late and I watched the bus roll pass me.

So fine la, I decided to take the other bus, then I realized I 4got to take my BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) notes [very important stuff]. So I turned back and found out I cant go in the hse, cuz I dun hv key!!!! So bengang!

Warrggghhh….

Mandy was supposed to come back around this time but for some reason she wasnt back yet. And she didn’t bring her mobile to uni, so I had to call duane to get her friend’s num to call her friend to see if she’s coming back or not. Took me 35mins to reach her friend who then tells me she jz went to her bus stop. So I thought… I guess it’ll b worth the wait. So I waited for another 50 mins… no sign of her.

For about 2 hours, I was in the porch, freezing my butt off. I was so stuck! Cant do nutts but postpone my meeting, hv my packed lunch, read “extravagant worship” (which was really good), and sms anyone who came in mind. If u’re reading this and I didn’t msg u… well, cuz I had to do all these with fingers out of my pocket and it was so cold, so I cant sms a lot… but know that I had u in mind ;) and thx tim for cheering me up with that tiny ‘hope’, hehe…*muax*

Well, It was like pure survival torture on the porch man! I could hear the house phone ring but I cant pick it up. I wanted to keep smsing but my fingers froze. I wanted to call mandy but I cant reach her. I wanted to go in the house but I DON’T HV MY FREAKIN KEYS!!!

Ok, I think I need some rest. Its been a hard day for me…

"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? [Matt 6:25-27]

There are so many things I’m worried about… and I guess now its time I stop doing so…

Ok God, I’m not worrying d… can You lead me to my keys? Pretty pretty please?

macho datuk

Dearest datuk,

Get well soon!!! And dun la so macho go ride bike. Yes… I know its not a motorbike… and u can control the speed of kau fu’s bicycle, but still… u’re not a young man la. U got ur newly sprayed Austin car (with the sign "grandpa is driving" i bought for u on it), dun degrade and go for bike can or not?

Thank God people saw u when u fell. Or else sure jialat. Listen to what doctors say k? the pain will go away soon.

Faster get well k?!?!? I’m super worried…

Love,
Ur granddaughter

blogism

“What do u want to achieve in blogging?”

I was asked this question by someone who was asked by someone else, hahah… (y do u all talk about things like that ah?)

Anyhoot… I will express my views on this once and never talk about it anymore. Cuz ppl r actually studying about the habit of blogging, the effects and affects, the power of blogging and all those crappy philosophies.

Blogging is such a fragile issue. Rampant, but fragile.

I was jz randomly surfing the net and found this dua sen smith guy who is a politically incorrect irregular columnist who combines his idiosyncratic observations and tangential commentary into a blog. Very creative… but sometimes can get dangerous. But I guess this is how cyber-tainment works, heheh…

There’s also another one I saw last time. Tried really hard to find it again, but failed. Mindy shared it with me long time ago. It’s by this ah ma. Not super terror English but understandable Msian ah ma language. She has grand kids and all that. Very geng lo… if I were that age, I dun think I’d know what is blogging and how to turn on a computer. I *salute* the ah ma blogger.


Some people draw.



Some people become famous.


So blogs are sometimes entertaining, sometimes quite saddening.

I went to a friend’s blog site. Lost contacted friend but I still visit this friend’s blog cuz I think this friend writes really well. And everytime I visit this friend’s site… I get jealous. Dunno y. and that’s very bad. I must not b envious of what ppl have or don’t hv. That’s jz not how it shud work with Jez.

Sumore now another friend who is a very good blogger and does not make me feel negatively jealous about anything…. decides to terminate her blog. Haih….

Okla, enuf of the downs… I personally quite like blogging (minus all the sad parts la). I get to see my friends’ photoshop, phototaking, and writing skills. So the cool lor!!! Oh and also check out what’s been up with them la of course. Even though some ppl jz read other blogs and not update their own… it’s still ok. Cuz it shows that they r bz (with their bodies [bz body] (jz in case u’re not lame enuf to catch that)) .But I think we all should not judge that person by their blog posts cuz there are so many things left unsaid or maybe said in exaggerated descriptions.

There's also this comment by Mr. Brown about Malaysian blogging. super interesting...

So yeah… blogging deserves a smile from jez =) and also should not b misused or criticized by the mass… poor old “blog”… kena exploit and kutuk all the time.

Hv a great time reading ppl’s blogs and not bothering to leave any comments to make the blogger feel slightly happier…