a little Xtra

 Hmm.. juz survived week 2 of neuro ( Faints)

yez...  barely made it out of another week.. IVi ( my anat lecturer) looking so absolutely hot as usual was using a large exercise ball to show uz how an eyeball moved. well.. mebbe i was juz too tired, or mebbe i was just too distracted oggling at him.. but basically i think my notes are pretty crap.. too tired. i'm exhausted when it gets to friday. i know i should be studying, but i'm jzu too brain dead from studyign about the brain.

  uneventful week.. taibo sucked.. FILOMENNA!!! COME BACK!!!

  neway.. FRIDAy.. went joggin with aiai today... managed to talk ( or rather pant) the whole way thru.. goodz man. we rock!
:P lz and i went to get a prezzie for vanessa in the city. so freaky.. at prouds, this dude with a bleeding face was harrassing the sales gal.. freaky.
we coudln't stop ourselves from doing shopping so heheh.. yez. we went to supre. shit.. i swore i wouldn't step in a shop until after exams.. tried this top.. pink. but figured it made me look like a whale so put it back.

had dinner together.. mused about relationships and leading a double life in melbourne... LOL.. i feel old... yez yez.. i'll shut up.. ( can imagine her staring daggers at me :P )

 

We often 4get how blessed we are
 
 
I was thinking of something Jas  said...
 
   "We often forget how blessed we are..."
 
  I alwasy grouse about how stressed I am, sometimes it affects me so much, it makes me act like a bitch.. ( apologies ppl :P )  Jas pointed out that we had something in common.. we lived for exams... without exams around, we find outselves feeling lost.. as though someone had removed that direction sign and you're left at the crossroads of life. You don't think beyond the next exam paper.. beyond that big fat txtbook sitting front of you...
 
" The thing that makes a good doctor is how you can think on your feet," jas said.  Sometimes, not being caught up with the details, trains you to become more adaptable.. Thing Rapidly Adapting mechano receptors.. :) . the details can help you score now.. but in a real situation, it doesn't really give you much of an edge....
 
It's hard to give up the details. it's hard to alter your mindset..i"ts even harder to realise that getting upset over this is just plain stupid.
 
 
We forget how blessed we are.
 
I've forgotten how blessed I am to have a loving, supportive family, a bunch of fantastic pals, the opportunity to study med,  blessed to have enough ability to be able to memorise this heaps of stuff ( or part of it at least), blessed to have be given the opportunity to receive Buddha's teachings, to be able to enjoy singing, to play guitar, to doodle, to dance, to laugh, to meet all the ppl i have met.. to discover that there is much more to my world then there seems...
 
we're constantly craving for things.. and expecting that we should get them. Sometimes I crave for items that are juz plain impossible or plain uneccesary. And when i don't get 'em.. i get all down and out.. and i 4get about the stuff i already have.
 
It's not to say that one shouldn't push oneself. you need to be motivated enough to give everything your best shot.. but getting angry when you've already tried your best isn't gonna make matters better. I've gotta try to remember that. ... it's pretty awful of me when i end up ruining everyone's elses day when i'm in a bad mood ..
thanks guys for your support :P couldn't go on w/o these dudes and dudettes> :P .. like Reverend Miaoyu said... your frens are the petrol stops in your life. And mine constantly   keep me at a full tank.. :D
 

 
 
 
 

Hey by :) added your name in for good measure haha. :) now you can't diao me that i never put your name in.. :P miss you gal? did i reply your email or do i owe you one?

Wahh... first week of uni and so stressed already. i'm utterly overwhelmed by the amount of reading i've to do.. :( don't think i can absorb so much. neuro is highly fascinating and goodness HP is actually interesting!!!! i love HMB now.. queer.   ppl grouse about how terrible neuro iz.. ti's true it's hard to mug.. argh.studied and still can't recall a thing.. groan.

 
  Watched i robot with qh, lz, kk, nic ... DAMN NICE man!!! so gripping.. except we were 2nd row and in front.. my neck was aching.. but the plot was very very good!
 neway, my youth group section has taken over the library duties too.. my first translation went well!!! screwed up a bit, but i felt encouraged by my progress.. Thank you Buddha for your guidance! I was so grateful that the congregation was really understanding and patient while i was fumbling aroudn for the right words. Also owe it to my reverend's guidance and patience and for giving me a chance. so busy this sem, hope i can cope with my activities .. really wanna go for the festival, but don't think i can commit. coz got test and essay due in that week.it was really nice to sit down with my seciton and have lunch together, and talking to them enlightened me on some aspects of buddhism. .. joined the group for hym singing in the afternoon. the hym was really cheem.. but felt recharged after spending half my day at the temple.

 
Yay!!! i feel like i'm starting anew.. in more ways then juz work.. :P i finally saw the light on some issues.. *dances around*. 

 
Sprained ankle yesterday.. crap. while i was taking out the trash and after that again in my room.. so painful.. collapsed in a heap, yelling for ice, and kk juz continued watching formular one LOL.. guys and tv.. :P you can't take 'em away even if the house was burning down.

  despite that, still went for street latin today.. dman fun. Wah.. got to dance with a cute guy.. street latin is the perfect excuse to get your hands on damn. haha.. :)  danced with this super tall dude,.. coudln't even reach out to twirl him around. but had fun.:)  shaking my bonbon. ti's a very sophisticated, sexy dance... much better then the cha cha we learnt in rgs :) we did cha cha, but more shaking of bonbon.. haha. think dirty dancing. jo will teach you when i get home. it's damn sexy man.

  
 

wah xianz man . typed a whole load to shit and it disappeared.
neway, think this will be last time i have time to blog in 7 weeks. b4 i return to hell on earth. in teh wunnerful world of neuro!
 
  met jas for lunch with aiai.. clinicals osund scary.. was thinking about wat jas said, about staying here and working. she's right. i once thot it was feasible to remain here and work, but i realised how difficult that might actually be. coz once all your frens return, you're pretty much on your own. Here in melbourne, social networks are the next best thing to having a family. once that it lost, you do feel incredibly alone.  i mean, even coming back a few dayz b4 most of my frens, i do feel a sense of loneliness already. i'ts a lot better this sem tho'. coz i've housemates with me.. :)
 
  Mizz hilda. so weird to have sunday lunches w/o her. jas feels ze same. realised how much she brings pple together and holds our sanity together .. hope she's having a good time in glasgow..:P
 
 
  tried calling qh juz now.. she sounded so spaced out.. hope to meet her soon. I dunno if i'm being too pushy.. sometimes i  wanna help ppl but i think i tend to go overboard.. mebbe should give her some space to adjust first..
 
ah.. weather is super duper erratic. juz now went jogging in the park.. super sunny. now is so bloody cold, windy and cloudy. 
  
 

hey jo, decided to put up some of the songs we wrote.. LOL.. :)   
 
 
Gimme!!!
 give me money, give me fame, give me anything but pain, and when i die i 'll go up high and see the stars so bright, and watch my life just pass me by, another lonely night!!! YEAH ( screams)... " ( adapted from charlotte tai's version) = ...   
 
This one is the new and improved version of the one we penned last time.. anyway, i tweaked the tune but the chords were the same. :P
MAYBE
 
 Love is a mystery,
It catches you unaware
It's a game of wondering,
if it were ever there.
If i'm in a world of delusion,
Please open the door,
Don't keep me wondering,
If we could be something more.
 
(chorus)
Maybe you'll find your answer to love
maybe i'll find mine.
Maybe I"ll find myself falling hard,
for some other guy
Maybe we'll get together,
Maybe you'll find your girl.
All i know for sure is that your sweet sweet smile,
Just lights up my whole world.
 
I'm too scared to ask you,
I"m afraid of what you might say.
Don't even know how i feel about you,
If we could go that way.
Pride is my downfall,
It makes a simple question hard,
So i keep all these feeling,
Deep inside my heart
 
Chorus
 
The first step is the hardest,
A risk we refuse to take
So the silence  lingers on,
but time just doesn't wait.
Days with you were beautiful,
It's really hard to part,
Even if we'll juz be friends,
you have a special place in my heart.
 
Chorus.
 
Maybe, just maybe,
Maybe, just maybe,
Maybe, just maybe.. ( Repeat and fade)

 

 

Miss you loads gal!!! Wahhh.. no one to KahZao me in my room.. so sad :(. email me often k?

Back in Melbourne
 My holiday in SIngapore felt like a dream. I reached Melbourne last night, was pretty disorientated in the airport. Unpacked, called nic to chat, cleaned up my house and then tickled my guitar. Felt a bit homesick, was looking at some photos i retrieved from my bag ( groan, aiyoh, they have to appear at that moment i'm feeling homesic). Didnd't help that sentimental hits were playig on teh radio. aiyoh. so depressing.  Finetuned a song I wrote on teh guitar. . still sounds like crap. can't get a good tune to fit the lyrics. Hai.. playing my baobei and singing did help take my mind off arrival sickness. Funny thing is that this is already my 4th time back in melbourne and i can't shake the xianness of arriving. I wasn't bawling my head off, but then again, you always have this empty, feeling of loneliness .. . as though you don't know where you belong. I'ts  very very disorientating. I can still vividly recall touching down in Singapore with charz and aiai.. and then wham bam, i'm standing at the tram stop outside my house, waiting for the tram.
 
  Woke up really late this morning.. bloody cold. cleaned up my house somemore then caught the tram down to meet nic for lunch. ran into kenny in the city.. the fella didn't go back to spore for hols.. haha. he said i lost weight, than peered closer at me and remarked that it was my haircut that made me look slimer.. wah piang.. dude, next time just leave me in ignorant bliss pls ok?? :) met mark, jack ( cute guy alert!!!) and thomas down in the city.  went to vic mark and did this spectacular dash to teh tram stop with veggie and meat in hand.
 
 
  Spent the afternoon moping around, wrote another song ( geez.. wat's wrong with me.) but have yet find a fitting tune. danced around ( literally) .. tried to do some reading, but had a blasted headache, so went to cook dinner. then k and me went to the supermarket,... awesome of nic ot give us a lift :) thanx dude. came back, bathed and ARGH. the bulb in the bathroom blew!!! holy shit. groped around b4 i located my clothes. so ends my first day.. i better rest up.. can feel a flu threatening to take over.. blasted sorethroat and headache, that achey brakey feeling.. argh. gonna zzz now :) ja!
  

For some weird reason, half my blog is cut off.. to view, i think just click on the archives. under that particular month.. you can view the whole page that way.


met up with SY, gerri and Charmz yesterday. damn fun. played mahjong.. WOW i actually can WIN mahjong..grinz. must be feng shui or smth. i've never won a mahjong game since i started playing. yup.. we also played bridge. ( i lost every game, damn suay man, poor sy , you had to kena the lousiest partner in the world ) and we watched Mean Gals.. it was farnie.. super duper bimbotic but it wasn't those brainless teenage chick flicks. pretty witty man.. but it's a gal type of movie. tho' sometimes i wonder how true all these things are. I mean, how can such a bitchy gal.. ( regina the queen bee) be the most pop gal in school? surely ppl aren't so shallow. and it' s pretty puzzling how a guy , who apparently places more emphasis on brains than airheaded flirting could fall for regina in the first place. I suppose we do have rather less well defined cliques in JC.. not so much during lunch, but b4 school. haha.. nome.. we might not have the well defined"cool asians, the plastics, the nerdy ppl, the outcasts,.." but i certainly do recall groups bearing a slight resemblance to those divisions gathering at their respective places b4 assembly. I remember being chased off wat seemed like an empty table in rjc coz it's was the "Rugger's table". you had the choir table, where i hung out, the band table, the muggers in the LTs in the morning( whom i joined nearer to exam time).. but one thing that stops these cliques from manifesting i think is our uniform and the fact that we actually are allocated to fixed classes. OUr identiy as a class abolishes the need to form a gropu where we would belong. The uniform eliminates clothing as a differentiating factor of class. but of coz there are wayz aroudn the uniform issue. THe cool guys would wear theri pants so terrifyingly low down their butt., i always feared that the next step would be the guy's last as a fully clothed individual. My sister asked her fren how they knew where to stop... The guy's answer was . " we've been wearing teh pants for years, we know how low to go." right. ok, but wearing the pants at such a compromising positiogn does give ppl an outlet to attack you. i witness this guy trying to hang on to his trousers while his classmates were trying to undress him in the middle of the canteen ( right under the nose of a teacher)

tHE gals would untuck their blouse, hem up their school skirts to ultra minis, wear colourful ankle socks,plus half a dozen hair clips of the wrong colour in their long hair,( which defiantly hangs loose , sans ponytail, on their shoulders) oh. and who could forget their sporadic little experiments with the colour of their hair.

but in terms of being bitchy .. nah. not true. thiz people noe how to dress cool but i rarely came across anyway who dressed that way and acted like the queen bee herself...

Of Hair Scares, botox and chipmunks..


"Mmmm.. ," I nodded absentmindedly as Jessie indicated how much hair she would lop off my crown of glory. I was engrossed in reading this juicy magazine of lit lecturer who went under the knife to become a woman.

" ok, Hao liao," she stepped back and moved to teh next customer. THe moment I lifted my eyes and met the gaze of my reflection in the mirror, I had huge difficulty trying to choke back a scream that threatened to escape. She had cut off waaaay too much of my hair. THe girl who frowned back at me had the appearence of a secondary school studnet. Already cursed ( or blessed, depending on how you see it) with a baby face, I didn't need that fact accentuated with this lousy haircut. I paid up and tottered out into the rain, hiding my haircut under my umbrella.


Upon reaching home,I dialled J's number..

" GAL!!!!!" I wailed. " DISASTER!!!!"



" okok.. BReath, " she commanded. " In and out and ine and out."

After she finally got me to calm down and register the fact that hair CAN grow and that i wouldn't be looking like something the cat had dragged in for the rest of my life, I tried not to look at the mirror. But everytime I walked into tmy bathroom, I wanted to reprise that scene in Pink's MTV when she punches the mirror.


We gals have such an obsession with appearence. I actually dont' recall being this obsessed until I left for uni. I was reading a article in Newsweek about ladies who were hell bent on staying young and beautiful forever with the aid of botox injections and facelifts. As I looked closely at the picture of one of the ladies, who at 40 had the looks of a teenager, I realised how weird her smile was. She had undergone botox, which paralyses the muscles that cause wrinkles... I mean seriously, she looked like she was trying her darnest to create a smile, but some of the muscles just weren't up to the task. Her face resembled an eerie Kabuki mask that had been moulded and welded to the original visage. Ok.. mebbe i'm being catty and jealous, but the fact was that her smile was one of triumph. She had beaten the clock, for the moment at least.
Despite the saying that "beauty is only skin deep..." , our society thrives on looks of perfection. Newsweek said that beautiful people landed better jobs, better pay.. ( with undertones about how they also had beatiful lives) Just a glance at hollywood artiste and the paychecks they command will provide enough proof about how much worth we place on looks. I supposed beauty is a way of attracting a plausible mate ( think peacocks) but we have taken it and plopped it on a high pedestral. And for a high price, doctors provide belays and rock climbing equipment to get you up there. People will pay, because beauty can take you a long long way, not just in the dating field, but also in your career.

Both my siblings are blessed with good looks that have members of the opposite sex taking a 2nd a glance. I think the only way I could have gotten that 2nd glance was if I walked past them on my hands. Basically, i'm probably what one would describe as your average plain jane. Thick waisted, short, on the plump side, a huge huge baby face, glasses...the works. . I feel utterly demoralised when I shop. Let's see, I usually leave most of the clothes I choose in the fitting room simply because I look like an elephant's thigh wrapped in a piece of cloth when I try them on. I know that if I buy 'em, most probably I wouldn't wear them a 2nd time coz i would feel utterly insecure. The only bright point is that I do save money.

So J and I decided to go on a fat busting spree last sem. " For the sake of clothes," I declared. I ended up jogging 3km almost everyday and doing taibo for an hour every week. J hit the gym every day. We shared portions when we ate out .The weighing scale stubbornly stayed at the same numbers, my face still looks like a baobao and I don't think i downsized any of my jeans. But then I felt healthier, more confident and toned. I finally dared to flaunt my legs in a skirt. But my face.. oh.. the bane of my life. Like NK put it.. " Hmm. i think you're slim, but gosh your face looks like a chipmunk>" I dind't take it seriously, until i met my neighbour who grinned knowingly and remarked to my mom.. " she tends to put on (weight) on her face doesn't she?" I was trying to catch my breath after my daily run, so I just smiled politely. Chipmunks are pretty placid creatures anyway, i think.


Suffering for the sake of beauty? What's new for us gals. I recall in RJC, some of my frens were practically counting every calorie that went into their mouths. I couldn't quite understand their obsession with their weight, until now. Well, the reason behind that was because I coudln't give 2 hoots about how I looked in clothes in JC. Since I started on a quest to revamp my wardrobe, my obsession with my appearence has grown.

But beauty seems to come out tops in the dating game. HH and her fren were strolling down the Melbourne streets when they chanced upon some guy pals of HH's. now HH is a attractive gal, perhaps not stunningly beautiful, but when you get to know her, you'll just fall in love with her personality. PS on the other hand was drop dead gorgeous with an equally attractive personality to boot. Upon spotting her guy pals, waved hello to them. But instead of returning her greetings, the 2 jokers were engrossed in eyeballing PS from head to toe.


" That gal damn chio hor," guy no. 1 elbowed his fren.

" Yeah," guy no. 2 agreed, staring at PS.. " Damn chio."

So poor HH was left bewildered as they walked past her, totally unaware of her presence.

Ah well, beauty reigns supreme.. and yez. it does rein in the guys.

" They're really visual creatures, " HH told me, as she frowned at her neighbour's doorknob hanger which said F.B.I. ( Female body inspector)

So am I right to say the rest of us plain janes are gonna be sitting on the shelf 4ever? Surely, most guys would look beyond a pretty face. That was true, NK told me. Guys oggle at gals who are hot, but when they go for the kill, they still do look for the chick with the personality that they want.


Well,despite all that, I still think i look like something the cat dragged in. I spent the whole day watching my family members gawking at my haircut and getting sympathetic and not so sympathetic smses. Perhaps one of the smses from my fren jc would sum it up best.

" Cheerup, hair grows. neway, short or long hair, you still look like a squirrel"
the author would like to apologies if any furry animals were defamed in this account.

Driving my parents crazy


" Ahhhhhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhhhhh."

My mom wasn't watching a horror movie, but she looked like she had just seen a ghost. She was plastered on the rear car seat, her gaze transfixed in a wide-eyed look of pure terror. Basically, I was simply trying to filter into the middle lane on the ECP.

" Shit," I cursed as some car I didn't see suddenly overtook me from my right just as I was about to change my lane.

" Keep to your lane, keep to your lane," my dad muttered tersely, eyeing the vehicles around us as though they were steamrollers.


I recall it was super difficult trying to get my dad to let me drive his MVP, smth i've been dreaming about since I got my license in melb. I managed to convince him after the first time I drove that I wasn't going to total his car. So he's been letting me sneak a bit of practise here and there. But sometimes, i totally suck to high heaven, and i suppose this day was once of those days.

J told me it takes practise, but then again, he follows that up with accounts of mowing over curbs and reversing into walls. And he's been driving for a year. So er... I think i'm not gonna take his word for it.

The fella behind me sounded his horn.

" I"M IN the LEFT LANE,for goodness sake," I yelled. I signalled and jerked my wheel right. I still have yet to master the art of filtering gracefully. Changing lanes is a somewhat traumatic experience for my backseat passengers, coz I literally swerve into the next lane. A whimper from the backseat confirmed that I had successfully pulled off the swerving manuveur.

I finally got my parents and myself safely home. I happily put on my handbrake and hopped out b4 I realised that my dad was staring at me in horror> i had left the gear in"drive" .... oops.

ECP.

Hai.. wat can I say, i'm a true blue Eastern babe. Went cycling at East Coast park.. A lot of the park has been renovated but some of the ole remains. I rented a bike at a kiosk near macs and proceeded the eastern direction this time. Past the chalets, past the lagoon, past that pond. In primary 6, i remember coming here a lot with June and HY.We were supposed to be doing hard core studying at June's house, but somehow we always ended up walking a few blocksa dn landing up on a wavebreaker, gazing at the sea and wondering where we would end up in the future. Then when we got hungry, We used to buy fries from macs and coz we couldn't finish it, we would feed it to the turtles in teh pond nearby :) whoooopz. wonder why the turtles looked supersized these dayz.

I pumped the pedals hard , watching the trees zip by. It is amazing how fast you could go when there was hardly anyone aroudn in teh park... i came last last sat and i could barely move coz there was juz so many pple everywhere. I avoided a few near misses with some kids cycling on the wrong lane and some hunks who were trying to blade backwards. ( okok.. i admit, i was aiming for them).

I went past the lagoon and the food centre. To my shock, the simple food centre had been replaced by a mammoth structure. well. it still was a food centre ( as the sign indicated) but i missed the old peeling structure where I used dine with my parents at night.

I spotted the bedok pier and headed for it. I think it must have been like 6 years since i last stepped onto the pier. Used to come here with my family quite often. We would rent bikes frm the nearby kiosk in carpark d and then cycle to the pier. I think they renovated teh pier. They painted it with really gaudy looking colours but the old fishing crowd was still there. Quite funny, i remember riding past used to be quite a traumatic experience, you had to be careful not to get hooked by the fishing hooks when the would be fisherman swung their rods back wards. Either that or you could get smacked by a caught fish.

I just stood there beside my bike catching my breath. It's weird standing at the edge of a long pier. U sorta feel detached to the land, yet still dependent on it...

It's freaky how much a place can change after a few years. I pass by ECP most of the time on my way towards the city, but i never realised the subtle changes that had taken place, until today, when i had the chance to take a closer look. Guess it's the same with pple and places. They don't stop changing, until they leave u far behind,

jogging

Was joggin with daniel and jo at the linear park.. mommy and dad were pak choring somewehre mwahhaa.. nah.. they went on a walk. daniel was running like a maniac.. and his 2 lao jiejie were huffing and puffing behind. Suddenly i saw something really surreal. the singapore flag, being towed by a helicopter across the sky.. I was screaming to daniel.. " Look LOOK!!!!" unfortunately, my dear boy was looking everywhere but in the sky and he missed the fly by. groan.


but it was so fun to run with both jo and daniel ... screaming , laughing suaning each other.. not giving a shit wat other pple think (i look 15 anyway.. ) wheeee.. :)

catching up.
( I"m editing this post.. gotta get my thots 2gether icks)

I finally managed to get hold of one of my good frens from RJC. she went on a hol and she juz got back. As we spoke on the phone, i realised how awkard our conversation was. I had perceived this problem last holz, so i set out to consciously email my class pals during the semester to keep in touch with them so that at least when i met them during the holz, it wouldn't be like. starting where we left off 4 mths ago. Well.. it worked for some.. i guess with some frens, whom i've known for eons, distance and constant communication were no longer factors in our frenship. We could meet up a year later and still ahve tons to debrief about. but with some of my jc frens, it was hard. I couldn't possibly tell them every single thing that has happened in the last 4 months in a couple of hours... I think both she and I were actually relieved when we heard her phone battery give up. I felt pretty regretful how distance can actually reveal the true nature of your frenships. I guess she and i were super close simply becoz we hung out in class, and out of class and in choir, . but i sensed that once the things we shared in common were gone, the strands that held our firm frenship intact also loosened. I still catch up with her every hols, but with each passing break, the akwardness grows. i hope it gets better. will try emailing her more often... well. i did try. But we had fun in JC and i'll treasure those mmts for a really really long time.. :) neway meeting her on sat hopefully with charmz, hy and sy.



Met up with cowzy last sunday, ( i think it was ) unfortunately JC was stuck in the ndp rehearsal so it was juz 2/3 of the chem S gang on our usual gathering during my breaks back. i still recall how sitting with them in lectures was equivalent to juz dozing thru it all.( albeit with giggling and guffaws and a lot of yelling issuing from me) they both had the knack for kachaoing the shit out of me in choir, in chem S class, and all the way to the MRT. But i miss those crazy days in RJ. like how J n I used to corner cowzy on monday so we could copy his chem s homework( we still muse about how we managed to actualy pass the exam or how come the teacher nv noticed the carbon copies. )ah.. one of those unsolved mysteries. I"ts scary how fast the years fly by.

When I was out with aiai that day, i looked at the Jc students who walked past uz in far east with a mixture of wonderment and envy. Just 1 and a half years ago, i was like them, dressed in a uniform... my life mainly revolved around schoolwork, passing my tests, choir, acappella singing, my little group of frens... I thot back at some of the little things that got me so choked up about in JC.. tiffs with my frens, misunderstandings with teachers, those disastrous choir committee meetings. They all seems so silly now. Now my worries extend beyond the scope school has confined me to. Living on my own has really broadened my view of this world and the ppl in it and it's freaky. I'ts freaky having to do so much growing up in this short time. I still feel somewhat like the same person who first left singapore, but yet there is a difference which i can't relaly pinpoint. i feel old. okok.. don't slaughter me..it' s not that aging part ( innocent grinz) it's more of the experiences i get living alone overseas.

neway, back to the catching up... I realise that I still can't talk to cowzy much LOL.. realised i never really had a proper conversation with him in all the 3 years i've known him, but with cowzy, you could tell him your problems and expect really sound advice and a serious listening ear. he's one of those rare ppz in the world who bother to care about everyone's welfare at the expense of his own.and he's still his own philosophical self..:P ah.. i remember that it was him who convinced me to go for choir auditions in teh same place. kinda wonder what it would have been like if i never went and continued with gymnastics.
i was helping him chose a prez for QH who was coming to melbourne next sem. I spotted this nice nice necklace in perlini's and i was like " hey cowzy, that one is quite nice for her, try it !"
it took a while for it to sink in.

"WAT?? you want me to try that??"

sorry, the least i could do was to remember the gender of my frens..

Updated my photos page. i think i added a melb sem3 and i added some pix to the sydney trip thingy.. can't remember.. but yay! go cablE!!!
hai.. sitting at home.. the first afternoon in many afternoons i've actually got my ass properly rested on my computer desk chair. crrraaaazy.


Damn xian.. realised i've 2 weeks to go b4 I go back to Melbourne. This hols.. i seem to be unable to finish all the business I planned to finish b4 I fei ah fei ah fei.. I think a lot of ppl are about to slaughter me.. :) (guilty grin) sorry sorry..Will try to meet up .. I promise!

Saw HH off on Wed,( sobz) it was pretty rushed. didnt' really get to talk to her much.

Thurs went to visit a lab int eh morning.. I had absolutely no idea wat was coming out of the researcher's mouth. they were super nice, but i was quite zonked out after staying up to read The Da Vinci Code .. Pretty interesting book, rather religiously insensitive but it made me wanna pull out my world book and scrutinise the da vinci paintings...anywae, I was trying to register bits of CD4+, MHCII and something about dust mites, but they dind't quite come together..by the time the scientist started talking about immobilising hepatocytes, i was faaaar gone case. Then met aiai down in the city to shop for some of the items we were packing for kids in for the christmas parcel project.. Got this pink bunny, which i absolutely coudln't tolerate.. Okok.. my nose coudln't tolerate. the bunny was cute, but it's fur juz terrorised my sensitive nose. And i learnt.. if you perceive a long hike in orchard. do NOT attempt to walk in heels.by the time i bade aiai farewell, and met my parents at isetan ( go mango sale!!!) i was near limping and seriously debating asking my dad to drag me. . the trials and tribulations of the vertically challenged... my area of expertise.

Went clubbing with J9 n Lz last night. It was at Singapore Shopping centre.. Can't recall the name.. Club Paradigm or smth. The music was good.( my fav: hiphop) . but the crowd wasn't. it was so weird. I mean, no one, ABSOLUTELy no one wanted to dance. At first we thot it was becoz the night was still young, so we hung at starbux for a while and returned.LZ, J9 and I got fed up , so we juz stood on the dance floor shaking our booty. After a REEEEALLy long while, we were joined by others.. THere were some gals pole dancing at the side, gosh they were good. Here's weird thing no. 2, when the deejay played JT or beyonce, I was like" COOL!!!! My fav songs.." and when we turned roudn, the dance floor was empty. QUUEER.. in melbounre,playing JT / Beyonce would have invited more ppl to the dance floor. but it was good to dance... :) I miss rhoisin's classes..