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!!!

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.