♥

Moved. Change your links.

2009-11-03T11:33:00.002+08:00

I've moved. For good.

http://potsandkisses.com

Change your links please.

And thank you Blogger. It's been an awesome ride with you.

my daddy helps me to color my drawings.

2009-10-27T18:14:00.003+08:00

do you remember the primary school days where you are rushing art projects, and how your parents will help you color your pieces, or mold your plasticine, or paint your Styrofoam board all green?

now if only they do that in uni..

although, in all honesty, perhaps one of the suckiest thing about studying overseas (relatively alone) is that you don't have anymore of your family helping you with your assignments and projects.

not that you're cheapening your education when you get external help, but i think sometimes as we grow up, we think that we can do it all on our own. that we no longer need the help of our parents, and that their skills are passe. it takes even more growing up from then to realise that we don't know everything and that we need help.

but yeahh, i figured they would not really be able to help, given that the field of study is so specific in these years. but just the support, and the fact that they will cook dinner for you. it's definitely more help than less.

btw, it's not cheating okay! cheating is when you make your parents steal and message you the answers to your exam paper.

so there.

adding fuel to the fire.

2009-10-26T22:24:00.004+08:00

and during the PK Club meetings, we recount the episodes of which the P embarrasses the PK at the pulpit.

and we eat the leftovers the parents bring back from church meetings. (because pray tell, which meeting at church never ends with food? and when the pastor becomes the last few people to leave, and there are tons of refreshments left, who brings them back?)

and do a baseline survey every year to see if the proportion of PK's wanting to marry a future P increases or decreases with age.

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dad's gold at being a P. he pulled one of those counselling (empathy, negotiation, persuasion) thing on me of which i only realised after ending the conversation. sneaky one daddy!

clean up.

2009-10-24T03:12:00.003+08:00

i've just spent the last 2 hours cleaning up my apartment.

i accumulated a whole trash bag of.. trash.
i cleared my bed of all my clothes (which took up half the bed. seriously.)
i cleared up all my junk in the living area and the dining table. it's now in a neat stack. :D
i organised the kitchen. it was fun.

now all that's left is to wipe up the surfaces, vacuum the floor (again), and clean the toilet.

i get domesticated only in the wee hours of the night. has been since i first got here. true story.

things i've learnt today.

2009-10-22T21:57:00.001+08:00

Most educated people use grammar relatively well and usually check their work for spelling mistakes.

Most truths are ordinary, so be aware of excessive claims. Emotional or vague language can indicate opinion or propaganda rather than fact.

from http://publichealth.curtin.edu.au/student/www/evaluate_currency.cfm

i'm not very convinced about the first point. being educated is so subjective sometimes. =/

ONE DAY.

2009-10-22T02:01:00.003+08:00

I'll set up a PK Club.

or if anyone knows of one that is established, i want to join it.

we would be the most unimpressed congregation. very possibly not laugh at any jokes told at the pulpit, because somewhere in the vast universe of church, we would have heard it before.

i might have a tagboard soon. might.

to-do what to-do

2009-10-14T17:08:00.002+08:00

i've developed a habit of writing post-it to-dos and sticking them on the side of the laptop screen. and it's stressing me out.

yet i want it that way, because that way i would be productive, or at least know that i have a lot more to do than i think i do, and i should get on and stop procrastinating.

and i'm not sure what that says about my mental health.

give me another day. i just need to recuperate.

and mass happy birthday to peis, cw, yulin (ma'am), beth, hazie, julia. (facebook says 8 birthday people today)

MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING SOON WOOTS.

2009-10-07T03:17:00.001+08:00

after weeks of frustrations, i'm starting to wonder if it is their inability to understand what i'm saying, or my inability to communicate what i am thinking.

campaign is next week and i'm not ready to do a near one-man show.

dear God please help me.

against the current.

2009-09-26T22:56:00.003+08:00

Health Promotion makes me depressed - very ironic on many different levels.

But the truth is this world is sad. And the giants in the industry wishes you eat more deepfried food, drink more alcohol, smoke more tobacco, and because they have the money to employ the best marketers and best advertisers out there - people are attracted to these.. products.

And writing this advocacy plan is sad, because I know there is no way I can stop Sex and the City from promoting Cosmopolitans as a sexy drink.

And if you are an insecure human of the female gender with low self esteem wanting to appear more sexy to validate yourself, why would you not drink a Cosmo - which is now a symbol of sexiness, as portrayed by Sarah Jessica Parker?

This assignment is depressing.

new.

2009-09-26T03:51:00.002+08:00

i'm tired of being tech-y and everything on my blog. so i revert it back to something that hasn't been seen for a couple of years.

i like it. no more putting it up there, and truth be told, this suits the emo posts. that that you are going to expect them coming. but i'd like to be a bit more.. cryptic. (and with that, irritating i realised.) nahh, just no more fuss.

so resend me your links if you want to be linked. when i figure out if i want a feedback channel on this blog.

hello, vast white space.

2009-09-26T03:35:00.001+08:00

i love/hate this self-restraint of mine.

quote.

2009-09-18T12:30:00.001+08:00

Let the tears flow, let the heart break.
It’s time to break it down to build it up again.

I’m not being emo. But I see the need to.. because somehow I’ve seemed to have lost my instinct to scream and shout.

And that is worrying. And scary.

all suited up. – eyecandy #3

2009-09-05T02:04:00.001+08:00

I’m putting this here, because I’ve not heard just haunting piano music for a while and the guy is hot. Moccona is smart – the wallpapers for download on their website are just of him. Look at him!

Anyway, moo pointed out that I think he’s hot cos he’s in a suit. But look at his eyes!

Well yes, guys. If you don’t know this, please, after reading this, REMEMBER the point I’m going to make.

When you are wearing a 3-button suit, like a blazer suit, REMEMBER this about your jacket:

Top button: Sometimes done
Middle button: Always done
Last button: Always undone

2-button suit: Last button always undone.

When you’re sitting down, unbutton your jacket. When you stand up after that, button it up again.

You look good in a suit, now don’t be a noob suit-wearer. (: Yes I still get rather smitten by your suit. It’s wonderful – when it fits you right.

<3 ange

so. going home. (and other stuff)

2009-09-01T22:13:00.001+08:00

I’ve gotten my plane tickets (finally). So, yes. I’m going home this Summer. But, no. Not this year. And I’ve got limited space in my stomach, as well as limited finances – so book me early! PM for exact dates, and I’m taking in applications for house-sitters!

Cousin says that if I don’t go back for Chinese New Year, I ain’t Chinese. And why would I miss the chance to dress up and have two reunion dinners and collect those delectable packets of cashhhh?

(And of course spend time with the family.)

But of course with that said, I need to get this semester done with before all these can happen. And you don’t know how tempting it is to do a one-week rendezvous in the next tuition-free week, except that the group mates in uni might massacre me when I get back. Nah they are nice people.

So well, of the 3 assignments due this week, one’s done, one’s in progress and one is looked upon with disgust. I can’t believe how put off I am by the physical activity unit, or maybe I dread it because I’ve been well under the recommended standard of the Australian gahmen of being physically active (which is 30mins of moderate intensity activities at least 5 days of the week.) PRAY TELL, which one of you are hitting that?

I suppose it’s now back to analysing children TV advertisements (oh you sneaky ad people who are secretly promoting junk food to children!)

Tata.

(N)

2009-08-29T23:02:00.001+08:00

Cryptic messages.

It’s one of those pet peeves I’ll rant one day – but as it always seems, it’s hard to ever pen it down, just because it’ll always be offending to anyone who takes it personally.

Thus being on the safe side of blogging, I end up not blogging most of the time.

Reminds me of how much of a vice blogging can be.

And of course now, to translate that into real life as well – watch what comes out of the mouth. I can always do better.

On a lighter note, awesome 21st parties have passed, and more to go! Here’s just a shout out to the birthday people, HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Okay I’m out.

all-nighter.

2009-08-21T04:25:00.002+08:00

Just when I thought I've paid off my sleep debt for the past weekend, I find myself up again, putting together (more like conjuring, really) a report due at 4pm today afternoon.

Because this is the internet, and a very public place, I will refrain on making personal remarks. Although I do enjoy pulling all-nighters (to a certain degree, and it's much better if you have a friend doing so along with you), I would have wished for a group-mate who might share the load. Alas, it's 4am in the morning, and calling anyone out of their REM cycle will be rather inhumane.

So there, I'm here by myself, at least in the comfort of my own apartment. You can't believe the amount of gratitude to God for this apartment, and of course for the most excellent of a house-mate aka the cousin. I told her that I'm getting a cup of coffee to prepare myself for the rest of the night, she told me that I can have a brownie along with that. What a wonderful girl.

With that, I've been overeating. Time to run, Ange.

Oh. And show you my new jet-black hair and fringe when it's a bit more in control.

Back to the books (figuratively, I have only journicles and government publications), laters.

two days late.

2009-08-11T16:20:00.001+08:00

I’m sorry to tell you how detached I have been from you this year, so much so that I’m entertaining the thought of not coming back to you this year.

I have not attended your celebrations for these last two years, but indeed you have been on my mind. This year, however, you asked us to all pledge our allegiance to you at 8.22pm on your birthday. I don’t know what it was for, except an attempt for some melodrama patriotic adrenaline high IMHO.

I would just like to tell you, at 8.22pm on the 9th of August 2009, I was watching Australian Idol.

Sorry.

Happy Belated Birthday Singapore.

this is the kind of post you like to see on my blog.

2009-08-08T02:05:00.001+08:00

It’s the end of the second week of school. And my emails are flooded, and I’m on my toes, checking Blackboard 3 or 4 times a day, thinking about what else needs to be done, and just stressing out.

I think about tuition-free week which is in two weeks, but I dread it because it means that I have to get through my needs assessment before hitting tuition-free.

I’m gonna do the 40hour famine again this year, but probably gonna fast technology this time. Might be easier than food, but I don’t know. Lol. No facebook, twitter, MSN for 40 hours.. mmmm.

Anyway I totally exceeded my internet quota because it showed me that I had like 2GB left to finish within 4 or 5 days, and so I proceeded to download two Top Gear episodes which is 1.4GB. And then now I checked and the quota totally exceeded and shot ROCKET HIGH. It’s like how a space shuttle had to push through the earth’s atmosphere(?) and plunge right into space. It feels like that. The bill is now astronomical and its not funny anymore. So irritating. Now I feel terrible that my internet bill is crazy and will go higher. Gahhhh. I’ll rather go on some iinet plan or something now. ><

Okay, Saturday morning classes start again. I must retire. Goodnight.

wahlaooooooo.

2009-08-05T12:09:00.001+08:00

Soowei got fired off 987fm because her english was not ‘proficient enough’ and she does not have a fake American accent.

Here’s her letter explaining to her fans about her leaving the station. (via mrbrown)

I’ve met Soowei before during the WRX challenges, and she’s uber nice, by the way. I don’t remember distinctly what accent she had, but it was not Singlish, neither was it a total American drawl. It could very well just be a universal accent. BUT STILL.

Wahlaooooo.

Get someone with an Aussie accent on and see if they would fire him/her just because it’s not an American accent.

week two.

2009-08-03T02:21:00.001+08:00

I finished a week of school with an epic full day on Friday. Now I’m going to have an epic full day on Monday. And I have 3 journicles to read still. ROARRRR.

No one said third year was easy anyway. BUT OHBOY, just wait till final year.

About the post I just wrote on SFTW, Jemmy says that it’s not bodybuilders who are stupid, it’s those guys who gym to look good and hook up chicks that are stupid. (Shall refrain from using any other defamatory adjectives.) And people should start commenting because it’s sad that as posting went down 60%, so did the the number of comments.

There you go, totally unrelated topics. Mmmm I want soupy soup. Goodnight!

i know its late.

2009-07-29T03:23:00.002+08:00

But I'm ransacking/packing/searching for some missing mini hairclips, which has strangely disappeared. It sucks, and I really liked them A LOT. And I got them from Singapore and I'm not sure where to get them here. There isn't a place really like (now extinct) LIVIA here, so Shin should really open shop here and sell CHEAP. I promise I'll buy from you! Especially those multicolored 2-dollar headbands!

Either way, through ransacking and packing, I realised that I have accumulated quite a lot of stuff through my 18 months here. I'm glad to have found these:

- An energizer torch Daddy gave me. I know its around, but it's just a good time to take it out.

- A bunch of safety pins, from massive spammage of them for Jemmy's toga party last year. It was Amy's, but she took a bunch of my bobby pins, so we're even.

- A jaws clip. Absolutely unglam, but I will find a way to use it!

- Two mini hairclips. Not the ones I was looking for, but nonetheless.. yeah.

- A mini tiara hair ornament, from Min in Christmas '07. I don't know when I will ever wear it. Probably one of the many upcoming 21st events.

- A WHOLE LOT of hairband. Mostly well worn and deserves to retire. I should throw them away. Maybe.

- The stack of entertainment book vouchers Ps Shaw gave me. Save money save money! (Don't) Eat out!

- Another stack of post-it notes buried under my notes. Yay for more post-its!

- Battery charger. I should put my camera to use again. And save on the film.

- Mentholatum Decongestant-analgesic ointment. One of my older best friends when I'm sneezing non-stop.

Okay that's it. I want my hairclips! :(

my favourite brands.

2009-07-19T00:01:00.002+08:00

Pyrex – because they are glass (and thus look awesome) and are dishwasher/microwave/oven-safe. And you can’t trust a company that manufactures glass equipments for laboratory use, (and any scientist can tell you the kind of chemicals and heat the glassware can withstand) who can you trust?

Kimberly-Clark – because you see them EVERYWHERE. And if they manufacture Kim-wipes, they ARE of standard. And yes, I will trust their toilet paper dispenser systems. and THEY MADE KLEENEX.

Kleenex – because after blowing your nose on the 100th tissue for the day, anything rougher than Kleenex Aloevera (+ Eucalyptus optional) just hurts. And it’s 3 ply.

This is going to be the earliest I slept for months, I think. Back from Kristy’s party rather early cos I’m dead tired and sniffing still. Sorry Kristy! Happy Birthday again!

Alright Imma crash.

Update on 28 July: OH I LOVE DETTOL TOO! because you know that it absolutely sterilizes everything. I love Dettol bodywash and handwash and disinfectant spray. THEY ARE WONDERFUL.

harry potter and the half-blood(ed?) prince.

2009-07-17T01:13:00.001+08:00

I’m feeling a little disconcerted calling it a Harry Potter movie because I seem to make this association between Harry Potter and Narnia but Harry Potter is a person but Narnia is a place. I’ll very much like to call it Hogwarts but seriously, now all people do is associate Daniel Radcliffe and his round glasses with Harry Potter, and half-moon glasses with Dumbledore.

So the Cousin and I trekked down to Carousel (which is now half an hour away from our place) to catch the sixth Harry Potter movie. I’m not sure why the Cousin and I found it nearly a necessity to go watch it. I hold the same view towards Twilight.. and I suppose the subsequent movies as well. I think it’s something about reading the books and wanting to see it birth into something alive and kicking, or just wanting those pictures in your head to match what you see on screen.

Funny observation though, I was watching the Dark Knight tonight at home, and Alfred, the butler, wears half-moon glasses as well. It seems to be showing some kind of similarities – the guardian-ish role in the show, or that it speaks of wisdom, that kind of stuff.

- This is an obligatory spoiler alert notice. -

Anyway, so yes. Harry Potter and the Half-blood(ed?) Prince. No one explained why Snape was the half-blood(ed?) prince. And there’s nothing I can say about the plot because we pretty much know EXACTLY what’s happening. This is the best movie ever! We know that Dumbledore is going to die, we know that Snape will kill him, and we know that Dumbledore isn’t pretending to be dead. And that Snape is ultimately a good guy because the seventh book said so. And we can totally satisfied because we know the end of the movie and how it all is.

Well, the Cousin and I were expecting it to be rather crap – as the previous few movies were. BUT GUESS WHAT, maybe because we had lower expectations, the movie was good! And I’m comforted by the knowledge that it’s not just my opinion, but Rotten Tomatoes gave it 88%! Awesome to know that you are not the only one. Anyway, the CGI was really really.. good. And the 158 minutes were not as painful to sit through as the ones before. In fact, it felt like a satisfied meal – like it’s worth our money. Totally.

And you can see hints that Snape is not that bad a guy (and I’m starting to realise that.. he is rather.. good-looking. It’s Sense and Sensibility that did it for me. Or maybe just because his hair wasn’t THAT greasy in this movie.) and that Dumbledore is gay (knitting! He likes knitting!). Oh and I love how they did the “Pensieve” memory stuff. How they had those black ink turn into scenes.. WOAHH.

And Hermoine has grown way too pretty.

I’m going to stop now because it seems like whatever my observations are have become news stories and have been written in reviews. Ngehhhh.

Go watch it if you want it, it’s worth your money. And it’s the best one out of the last few already.

bubble bubble, boiling trouble.

2009-07-15T16:08:00.001+08:00

There was this day I was getting engrossed into Insaniquarium (I know, I know. I’m a seriously late bloomer gamer.) and totally forgot that I was boiling rice on the stove for porridge.

I was done with like 2 levels of the game or something when it struck me that I had porridge boiling. Okay it was more like my stomach telling me that I’m hungry, and then me asking myself “So what shall we have for lunch?” and myself replying “But you cooked rice already.” and then it struck me “Oh shit.”

So anyway the porridge was ready, literally. But it boiled over the lid and all over the stove. And it burnt on the hotplate thing. So there are like chao-ta (charcoal black burnt) bits on the hotplate. IT’S THE WAX FROM THE RICE I TELL YOU.

That was quite a sad lunch. I had nothing much to eat with it, and ended up with very dry porridge and vegemite.

Anyway, I have stuff boiling on the stove now, better go check.

Mann, I am nearly a fire hazard.

by popular demand.

2009-07-10T03:34:00.001+08:00

By probably the only 3 people who are reading my blog at this moment, this is what I’ve been doing this week.

Monday – picked up the sister from the airport, Conca’s for chilli mussels
Tuesday – lunch at Ps Judy’s, shopping in the city, dinner at Freo’s Sweet Lips, drinks & desserts at Little Creatures, xbox at Jem’s.
Wednesday – dimsum at Royal in Northbridge, shopping at Mt Lawley, dinner at Ling’s place.
Thursday – North & South at home, KFC for dinner (we walked to KFC and back. Yes.), 1907 for cocktails, The Moon for munchies.

Friday (proposed and planned) – lunch and epic with E, lingering about the city, dinner at some Italian place.
Saturday (proposed and planned) – Kairos in the day, Little Caesars for dinner.

I’m a little torn between dinner tomorrow and the conference tomorrow. Much as I’d love to go, the sister might like to taste and see more of Perth. It’s crazy, this torn in between decisions stuff. Considering that no road trips have been executed this winter holidays, I’m just really tempted to get away somewhere. Or maybe just hibernate at home and play PopCap games on the computer.

And I need a new pair of jeans for very practical reasons. I shall hunt down a pair tomorrow. I adore black jeans and I want a pair. Pronto.

It’s 3.30am and I’m rambling. No pictures because Sister had been taking all the photos. Like literally everywhere. I’ve not had so many flash-bangs for the longest time ever.

okay goodnight

july.

2009-07-06T18:06:00.001+08:00

Yea, I’m in need of July archives. The holidays have been pretty much coming in waves. Becky came and left, and then I had a week of catch ups and stay home-s. And Peis is coming tonight!

I know there’s nothing much left to say, especially after so long. And I think only Asmah reads my blog now. Hahah.

Oh just to tell you, SFTW is up and running again with Version 2.0! I’ve kicked off with the first post, and Jess will do the other on Thursday. Posting will decrease by 60%, I suppose to come up with better quality posts, and also so that we will not overwork ourselves. (I know I know, it’s the holidays. WAIT TILL SCHOOL STARTS I TELL YOU.)

BTW, I bought Soursop Green Tea from The Good Store, on the other end of the road where I stay (yeah I stay on the other other end) and ohmann, it smells like absolutely heaven. <3<3<3 It cost me 10 bucks and is gonna last me till Christmas, apparently. Becky bought one too! Ask her to let you try if you’re in Singapore.

Okay I’m gonna head off to another full week. I’ll catch you around. <3

140 characters.

2009-06-17T15:40:00.001+08:00

The whole account of the drama of the last paper (with the drama taken out) in 140 characters - Twitter style:

Though paper was at 2. It was at 1. Got there at 1.50, was allowed to sit for it, and finished on time. God's favour, grace & peace FTW!

I'm done.

one more reason why i need to stop wearing ponytails.

2009-06-16T00:22:00.001+08:00

From White Ninja Comics.

i don’t need to see it to believe it.

2009-06-14T03:33:00.001+08:00

.. Cos I can’t shake this fire burning deep inside my heart.

From an email I just sent out:

.. but when it's not 'powered' by love, or by.. I don't know.. whatever. it's just a crazy steep uphill climb. It's one thing to stop striving, it's another to hold on the not-striving long enough for Him to take control.

I’m not sure if it is right to desire that intimacy before, but I suppose when it gets lukewarm, you just want to get back to where you were before, and continue from there. It just seems so loaded, to want to get to that level of closeness again, that level of intimacy. Something tells me that I’m just trying too hard to work to get back His favour.. which is, obviously, the wrong perspective here.

Paradigm shift needed.

Tear down the walls – Hillsong United

Tear down the walls see the world
Is there something we have missed
Turn from ourselves
Look beyond
There is so much more than this
And I don’t need to see it to believe it
I don’t need to see it to believe it
Cause I can’t shake this
Fire deep inside my heart

Look to the skies hope arise
See His majesty revealed
More than this life there is love
There is hope and this is real
‘Cause I don’t need to see it to believe it
I don’t need to see it to believe it
‘Cause I can’t shake this fire burning
Deep inside my heart

This life is Yours and hope is rising
As Your glory floods our hearts
Let love tear down these walls
That all creation would
Come back to You
It’s all for You
Your Name is glorious, glorious
Your love is changing us, calling us
To worship in spirit and in truth
As all creation returns to You

Oh for all the sons and daughters
Who are walking in the darkness
You are calling us to lead them back to You
We will see Your spirit rising
As the lost come out of hiding
Every heart will see this hope we have in You

But to say, it’s been a good night spent alone. And a good wee hours of the morning spent with Him.

Way overdue, way too thirsty, way too hungry.
.. But He satisfies.

it wasn’t a hiatus.

2009-06-13T02:56:00.001+08:00

It never meant to be one.

And before you know it, I’ll have like less than 10 posts for the month. Not that I’m only busy with studying, and assignments before that, having a new house changes the dynamics of productivity and efficiency.

Oh, and have I told you that I am working? God’s provision, seriously.

Does it help to say that suddenly I have more dishes to wash, and just more things to do? It sounds rather ridiculous, doesn’t it? Though I had a fairy godmother moment where the dishes suddenly got all cleaned. (: yes not dreaming.

One more paper on Wednesday, and I felt like I haven’t caught up with my sleep still. I’m not sure how much sleep debt I have incurred, but I suppose after Wednesday I might crash into bed without feeling guilty about not putting enough work in for the day. (Ironically, I will be working that day.)

Time’s flying too fast, and I’m rediscovering things about myself as God brings to light things in the past and how they all work out to this very point. A lot got me pulling my hair and throwing a tantrum at Him, but I suppose He loves me and it’s still for the best.

One step at a time. Only one step, at a time.

home.

2009-06-05T00:45:00.002+08:00

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Originally uploaded by jiroumi

Taken last Saturday by Jemmy, and yes, I've got a red wall in my apartment.

More pictures in his flickr photostream of my place, and no I haven't whipped out my camera at all since I moved in.

Yes, I should go back to assignment-ing.

17 hours.

2009-06-05T00:26:00.001+08:00

DIEDIEDIE.

Angel has no life and will only think about health promotion for the next 17 hours.

And will only look up to God and ask Him for much needed wisdom. and words.

And I wonder why I’m speaking in third person.

Mannn, I hate my procrastination.

All-nighter Friday, sleep-in Saturday – totally.

exodus.

2009-05-30T03:18:00.001+08:00

Once again, I pluck up everything I have, pack them into boxes and bags (and plastic bags) transport them to somewhere maybe 15 minutes away, unload, and unpack them all and piece everything back again and call it home.

I’m glad that it’s happening. But suddenly, an empty flat scares me. Anyone who wants to set up overnight study camp, please call me.

Anyway, the amount of stuff I’ve accumulated since the last move has increased drastically. Now I have.. too much stuff – more than I realised.

Hahah I think God has been secretly blessing me. But either way, packing now is very. AHH.

The awesome people coming to help me move is coming in less than 8 hours. And yes. I’m in need of sleep. So then yes. Maybe I should sleep either way

UPDATE: It’s 3:15am. They are coming in 7. Quite a considerable bit done. It’s.. good.

I should sleep, shouldn’t I?

GG, God.

2009-05-26T21:20:00.001+08:00

House-hunting has come to an end. I’ve got the place, in God’s immaculate timing and provision and favour. Ohmannn.

So moving’s on this weekend – and I’ve got to start packing.. today I suppose.

Either way, God is seriously awesome. And YES. Totally trustworthy, and faithful.

(And Star Trek is good. I watched it and feel much more geeky already. I’m not a Trekkie but I appreciate it now.)

eulogy.

2009-05-26T00:27:00.001+08:00

I am still at a loss of words on what to say to the family of the deceased every time I attend a wake or a funeral. And really, what would you have not heard after hundreds well wishes?

I suppose an embrace, and prayers, and just being there will suffice when words can’t express.

Please talk and reminisce about my blonde moments, the lame jokes, the geek jokes, the silly epiphanies I helped you realise. I suppose you can talk about the attempts I have at trying to save money. Hopefully at the end of my life I’ll be good at that. Talk about how God had used me to speak into your life. And the faithfulness He showed me till the end of my life.

And I want daisies at my funeral. TYVM.

bestowed on.

2009-05-25T23:49:00.001+08:00

It’s crazy how much gems and promises I can find just reading the bible everyday. It’s nearly like collecting those mushroom points things in Super Mario.

Anyway, I’m not sure why but I’m really tired today. Oh had a little Photoshop frenzy this evening, so I did up a header for this site, and that random album art thing that has been going around in Facebook.

And yeah, I suppose it is possible that I get sick of it in two days and take it down. Anyway, two more days and I will have to get down very seriously with the books.

Star trek tomorrowwwwwwwww. :D

.

2009-05-23T02:11:00.001+08:00

The wind howling around the house, the rain beating against my window, the knowledge that I was wet, but now I’m dry because I’m safe at home - it’s good.

I missed youu today.

Just got back at 1ish because Jen and I were hanging out in the car munching on Maccas. (and btw, the number of times I’ve had fast food these days is dismaying. And a strain to the pocket. Gahh.)

Big stuffs going on these few weeks. I’m not sure if I’m just piling too much at one go. But if this is what He has planned, I want to be at the centre of all of it.

A refuge and a ruin

2009-05-19T17:57:00.001+08:00

Early explorers who dared to cross oceans quickly learned a valuable lesson: The currents of the sea could carry them to their destination, if followed correctly. Those currents could also divert them from their journey, if ignored. The very same current can have either a positive effect or a negative effect on a sailing vessel; it all depends on the knowledge and the response of the crew.

God's wisdom is, in some ways, like the currents of the sea. It can carry us where we need to go. It is our refuge, the means to keep us safe and bring us to our desired destination. But only if we follow it. The benefit of His wisdom only applies to those who are willing to line up with it and set their course accordingly. Otherwise, those same beneficial currents will lead to ruin.

History is filled with millions who have tried to follow a path contrary to God's wisdom. It may be a false religion or philosophy, a personal ambition, a political agenda, an economic strategy, or any other things that we humans, in our ignorance, may set our hearts on. Millions have sailed against the currents of God and failed. Their end is miserable. What looked so promising was found to be futile.

Do you have a personal agenda? Plans for your future? Examine them closely and ask yourself if they are thoroughly consistent with God's ways. If not, you could sail comfortably for thousands of miles, thinking you're headed toward the right destination, only to find out you're far, far away. Even slight variations in the beginning can lead you way off course in the end. Plan now. Learn the currents. Take refuges in the wisdom of God.

Adapted from The One Year® Walk with God Devotionalby Chris Tiegreen, Tyndale House Publishers (2004), entry for May 14.

His awesomeness.

2009-05-18T01:54:00.001+08:00

After a crazy weekend, it’s back to Monday.

I bought my boyfriend shirts. No more qualms or being anal about boyfriend shirts only coming from boyfriends since I asked God to be my boyfriend. They’ve been mightily comfortable and very presentable (despite being very wrinkled), and it’s good to know that I bought them on offer. :D

The rest of the weekend, I think, is very much basking in God’s presence. From cell, to overnight Encounter (overnight prayer meet and bible reading) and to church ~~today~~ yesterday.

He’s been working in my life, and it’s been exciting. Certainly there are times where it takes a chunk off you to remove something that’s hindering a closer walk with Him. And indeed, it will hurt. But I can imagine, the freedom that comes from overcoming it will be worth it.

Ride in His grace.

He’s been awesome, even in school. It rings true as Daniel did in his time, that when you honour God, He honours you as well.

Life’s great when He is in the centre of it. The fellowship with Him, and with the brothers and sisters around. To know that in this desperate and desolate world we live in, we have the hope in Someone who loves us unconditionally, and has only the best for us (and of course, incidentally, controls the past, present and future as well).

Please come know Him as that big and awesome God, I can’t explain it any way else.

next procurement.

2009-05-15T01:52:00.001+08:00

I need a white long sleeve boyfriend shirt. Long enough to tuck in, and cover the ass crack.

Maybe a black one as well.

It’s just for the fact that I do love white shirts but so couldn’t be bothered wearing any that are too fitting that it’s not comfortable. (Or you can say that I’ve got fatter since I bought my white shirt 5 years ago. GASP FIVE YEARS!)

Cotton On sells it for 30bucks each. Or maybe, I should just get it from the men’s section..

Or maybe get a boyfriend.

Hmmm.

Psalm 63.

2009-05-13T23:50:00.001+08:00

A psalm of David. When he was in the Desert of Judah.

¹ O God, you are my God,
       earnestly I seek you;
       my soul thirsts for you,
       my body longs for you,
       in a dry and weary land
       where there is no water.

² I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.

³ Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.

⁴ I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.

⁵ My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.

⁶ On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.

⁷ Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.

⁸ My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me.

⁹ They who seek my life will be destroyed;
they will go down to the depths of the earth.

¹⁰ They will be given over to the sword
and become food for jackals.

¹¹ But the king will rejoice in God;
all who swear by God's name will praise him,
while the mouths of liars will be silenced.

your grace is all i rely on;

2009-05-10T22:41:00.001+08:00

Because,

You broke the night like the sun
Heal my heart with your great love
Any trouble I couldn’t bear
You lifted me upon Your shoulders

You stand on mountain tops with me
With you I’ll walk through the valley
You gave your only Son for me
Your grace is all I rely on

Love that’s stronger
Love that covers sin
And takes the weight of the world

Therefore,

I love you
All of my hope is in you
Jesus Christ, take my life
Take all of me

I love you so
And I give of my life to say
I need you so
You’re my everything

Pray tell, isn’t Sunday service getting crazily awesome, and God even more awesome?

It could very much lie within our increasing perspective of who He is.

pancakes.

2009-05-08T01:44:00.001+08:00

Could do with some of this now. Or maybe tomorrow. Or maybe next week. Hmmmm.

BTW, the ice-cream scoop-ish scoop on top? It’s not ice-cream. It’s whipped butter. Ohhhh soooo goood. Thanks for the recommendations, E. <3

Pancakes at Carillon
Level 1 Carillon City, Hay Street Mall End, Perth 6000

when?

2009-05-07T18:45:00.001+08:00

Listening on repeat one: Sonatina in F Major, Op. 36 No. 4 – Muzio Clementi

I am presently doing nothing, but truth is my mind is consuming too much energy with (un)necessary thoughts and issues. Being so unsettled is good for nothing except bingeing on rochers I shouldn’t be bingeing on.

I miss home.
And much as I can’t wait to get a place of my own (which is happening very VERY soon), the things that come with it – moving, purchasing furniture AND APPLIANCES, and everything, especially if the place is unfurnished, it’s starting to look very daunting. Not because it’s hard to do (I found the amazing Quokka.com) but just how troublesome, energy draining, finance draining, it is.

I’m still holding on, still holding on. But its just so askjfaslkfjhlkwjfjflkjfhflf tough.

Someone should just get me a beer.

ROARRR.

suddenly.

2009-05-03T22:07:00.001+08:00

I see why some people would be anonymous bloggers. And I know better than to rant online. I wouldn’t.

And its not fair bringing people into it. So all I’m going to do is.

Write in my moleskine journal.

hello love.

2009-05-03T02:02:00.001+08:00

I just wanted to drop by to say something.
What it is, I don’t know.

There is a lot of external stimuli in my life right now. A lot of changes, and as they say it ‘new change, new season’. It’s mind-blowing, or rather unreal knowing that a month from now, I’m going to be in a totally different place. That I’m plucking my roots and comfort, to build comfort in a new home. And how church dynamics are going to shift and change (and hopefully for the better) with the new service and all.

It felt like camp prepared us for the changes. The shifts and the takeovers that comes with new generations. Perhaps one thing that spoke to me in camp is that the next generation is going to be better, but at the same time, we are the next generation for the previous generation. And all that will happen is that we get better, we shout His name louder – the nameless, faceless generation.

The God of generations.

And I’m glad friends are still going to be around. Seriously. My friends are awesome. I should sleep.

crazy week.

2009-05-01T02:20:00.001+08:00

Still recuperating. Catching up with the social and epic quota. First dimsum lunch of the year with E and L. And some retail therapy. I’m liking the small groups really.

On that, I’m still on a quest to reclaim all the lost hours of the sleep last week. I’m still getting tired – and yes I’m back on caffeine.

I’ll quit in the holidays. (Maybe)

last week. and camp.

2009-04-27T17:00:00.001+08:00

..has been a total whirlwind. No sleep (except for maybe a two hour nap at the library) since Thursday 1pm till Saturday morning/afternoon. No good sleep till last night. No technology since Saturday morning (which I’m mightily glad of actually) since camp was so far away that there’s no reception anyway.

It was a good camp. Got to know more people, got to hang out with people I love. Crazy crazy words spoken over me, big big dreams made. And a lot of reclaiming what was lost. Awesome experiences and encounters with God.

And now it’s back to metro Perth, and I should get some real sleep before dealing with stuff I have to settle.

Technology is so foreign.

Well, yes. Welcome back Angel.

thoughts in my head.

2009-04-23T16:58:00.001+08:00

“I lost my virginity to a fellow member of an abstinence club.”

What a sad world this is.

playlist.

2009-04-20T03:08:00.001+08:00

Last (Saturday) night and the first part of tonight (Sunday night) was 14 tracks of “Moon River” on shuffle repeat.

Second part of tonight (Sunday night) and this morning (Monday wee hours) is Orchestral Suite No.3 in D Major – BMV, by Herbert Von Karajan on repeat one.

The Iron chapter takes awful long to cover. But I’ll have to get through it before sleeping tonight. GRAHH.

/foresee last minute cramming on the bus tomorrow morning. Strangely though, by experience, the cramming on the bus seemed to be the most effective and the most committed to memory.

i can’t say but.

2009-04-18T03:34:00.001+08:00

I’ve packed my third (and hopefully last) version of camp booklet .psds into the thumbdrive, and did a section of revision for Nutrition 381 test on Monday.

I won’t talk about the pending.. everything. But today I thank God He had me growing up in Singapore where we learn to deal with stress at a very very young age. And admit it, we are darn good ~~muggers~~ students who cram the night before the big test/paper/assignment is due. I can survive the test which is in 3 days and the two assignments (4000 words in total) due next Friday, right before camp.

This is awesome.

It’s been quite a while that I’ve felt this form of tiredness – the kind where you are fit to go into an all-nighter but you know that your brain cells are slowly degrading one by one and your body is slowly closing down certain functions because its concentrating on.. keeping you awake and burning fat to get your brain working.

I would call it Gluconeogenesis if not for the rochers I’ve eaten.

Ah I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I foresee a week of this. Then camp.

How I’m going to survive this week, and the next, especially in the lack of restoration of the physical body (though I know camp’s gonna be awesome and we’re gonna have a great time but we’ve gotta plough hard before we get to enjoy it, isn’t it?).

Lots to update on, but that will come another time.

5 1/2 hours of sleep, then a full-on day.

G’day and g’night mate.

i know i’ve been living under a shell when..

2009-04-16T14:39:00.001+08:00

I’ve only just found out today that Malaysia has a new PM.

.

2009-04-15T16:01:00.001+08:00

Top Gear episodes anytime over any work, seriously.

pow’r in the blood! pow’r in the blood!

2009-04-12T18:31:00.001+08:00

Woke up earlier than I should today for lunch with the guys. I figured that every time I don’t feel adventurous to try anything new on the menu (which is hardly never) I always fall back to Spaghetti Marinara. It always worked out fine, being slightly more costly because of the amount of seafood in it, until today when I realised that it might not have been a good choice considering that it has been the Easter long weekend and any seafood that came in would have been there since Thursday.

It does not taste terribly bad, but its just the full knowledge of knowing that it is probably just not fresh.

Worship service today focused on the blood of Jesus, (which I think might be the same as last year) so there weren’t the “Christ the Lord is risen today! Hallelujah!” songs. But the WL did like gospel choir style ‘There is power in the blood’ and had the whole church kinda rocking to it. I suppose it is a celebration kind of thing but it was good. So yeaa, it was a lot of blood songs. And they showed the ‘No Greater Love’ video – again. Just when we thought that we wouldn’t be watching it ever again, since it got kind of overplayed last year.

You wouldn’t have imagined the look of horror on our faces and the shots of silent ‘Why?!’s when we realised that it was happening. (Not very appropriate for Easter Sunday really)

A night spent at home. It’ll be a good night – I’ve been watching episodes of Whose Line on Youtube, and Mr. & Mrs. Smith’s going to be on air tonight. I’ve not watched it before.

(Here’s an abrupt ending.)

TGIF.

2009-04-10T02:42:00.001+08:00

Hillsong – Chosen as Mine

Here I am so close to you
Know my voice, I’ll never leave you
For I have loved you since before the sands of time were made
I love you still and always will.
You’re chosen as Mine

My Father wants to bless you now,
Receive from Him all that you’ll ever need.
Come spend eternity with Me. My heart’s full of love for you.
I love you still and always will.
You’re chosen as Mine.

Cries in the desert, My child, I hear them.
Tears in the valley, My lovely, I count them.
You’re so precious; you were on My mind as I died.

I love you still, always will.
Chosen as Mine.

For your sufferings and your tears.
For that never ceasing message of love that I am still trying to grasp and believe with my whole being.
For how mind-blowing the God of heaven and earth chose to die for each and every individual to pay for our sins and wickedness.
For being the Solution and the Answer we all seek.

Thank youu for dying for me that day.

Happy Good Friday.

only because there’s no red.

2009-04-07T20:42:00.001+08:00

Black, soft cover, blank.

Hello. Here was my itinerary today: Epic and Koorong with Jasmine and Ens, City with Ens, dinner with Jess.

I’m tired. But I’m glad about being able to catch up with them all, Jess especially. (Speaking of which, we haven’t had coffee together so I say we still owe each other a coffee date.)

A lot more things to go through, and it seems so much especially when the future looks awesome with the girls coming. Yea, lots more decisions to make, work to do, events to attend.

I think I’ll be good.

Just realised that the journal looks EXACTLY like my diary. Maybe that’s why I wanted a red one. Hmmm.

ecstasy.

2009-04-07T01:34:00.001+08:00

I’ve reached my ecstasy quota for the day, after keeping a silent (online) high for the last few hours. (Trust me its just as mentally draining as it is physically)

Two of my favourite girls are coming to visit in the winter holidays! :D

Just made my day so so so so much better! And it was good to start with! (Includes the concept cafe’s long macc. Well done.) And tomorrow’s gonna be a full day in the city hanging out with awesome people. (:

Amazing how fast the valley joins to a peak. I refuse to think that it is only circumstantial. As in well, we all get good days and bad. Perhaps the only difference is what we make out of it – praise God, not praise God.

Either way, I’m happy tonight. (So thank youu. <3)

dash points.

2009-04-06T14:51:00.002+08:00

- The previous post was my 777th post! Lol.

- I've learnt how to decrease my bandwidth use - stop spamming the F5 button.

- Opinion on new Moleskine needed:
1) Black, red or other color?
2) Hard cover or soft cover?
3) Ruled or not ruled?

maybe.

2009-04-04T03:35:00.001+08:00

Cell was crazy. And so.. woah.

Maybe stuff will get better, maybe worse.
Either way, I now know who’s walking with me and directing my path.

A fairly relaxed weekend – I love dressing down, while the weather still permits shorts. (:

It’ll be good days. Ahh tuition-free week.

CITY, EPIC AND IKEA ANYONE? :D

(Oh, thanks E for the wonderful Krispy Kremes from Sydney! They were delightful!)

not.

2009-04-03T02:10:00.001+08:00

The days haven’t been good. Yet everyday the decorative plaque in the toilet reads ‘This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.'

Ever figured that that could very well be one of David’s happy psalms, and not one of those complaining ones that make up 60% of all psalms?

I’m still human, and some days I believe in positive thinking.

You know, negativity, melancholy - they could be infectious. But it could very well be that someone else’s circumstances stirred something in you and brought to the surface what you buried in there for the longest time.

I want to stop blogging publicly soon. So if you want to keep track of my life, if you are interested, you may want to like. start talking to me for real.

Of course unless you’re a silent reader – you can start adding me on MSN. I’m nearly always online, and I don’t bite.

You-know-who-you-are(s), please. catch up soon.

ramblings.

2009-04-01T01:52:00.001+08:00

Today is the day I’ve gone “I don’t think I can do this” x5. Then rebuke my own thoughts and went “I can do this” x10.

I don’t know how I’m going to go through this – its 1.47 AM and there’s no more daylight savings to blame on. And I have one and a half more journicles to plough through and I haven’t started writing even. This is 10% and this is due tomorrow morning (really? I don’t trust these lecturers much anymore.) Either way if I don’t finish it today I will have to finish it another day so I’ll rather do it today.

I need a miracle tonight (or maybe I’ll just get straight into it) or perhaps I’ll just not sleep tonight.

This is not fun.

UN secretary-generals.

2009-03-31T16:35:00.002+08:00

I'm going to sound very very bimbo when I say this, but ohwell.

Everytime someone mentions the UN Secretary-General, first I will think of Kofi Annan, then coffee. Then I will realise they changed it to an Asian guy. And for the longest time, the only name that I will get is Masi Oka.

The current UN Secretary-General is Ban Ki-Moon.

And I'm only thinking about this because my head is swarmed with HIV/AIDS, UNAIDS, GPA, NGOs, and too many complicated fully loaded terms, and 6 readings from the Lancet and a 10% assignment due tomorrow that I discovered today.

hmm.

2009-03-30T18:35:00.001+08:00

Increasing detachment to blogging continues, and I have about one minute to finish this post up before I’ve to leave for bible study at HF’s.

MAN-Day is finally up today, so head over there and read it because Jemmy pointed out something that we always do. Somehow.

I’ll head back and blog about stuff soon. My bandwidth quota for the rest is left with round 900mb, so I’ve been saving up on digg, and bloglines, and the likes. It’s good really, I get to do more constructive stuff (other than increasing my knowledge everyday) like sleep.

This took more than one minute.

after sunday.

2009-03-30T00:49:00.001+08:00

1. Goodbye Daylight Savings. Hello GMT +8:00.

2. I’ll blog again about my hectic weekend after the weekend. At this point I’m just ready to collapse into bed.

3. Good night.

random.

2009-03-26T02:07:00.001+09:00

There’s a lot out there tonight. (In the intarwebs) But I suppose all could wait after a good night’s sleep.

I AM really looking forward to sleeping tonight.

Someone should enlighten me why I’m not sleeping yet then.

Running, running, running.

Away.

Stop.

rant.

2009-03-25T14:21:00.001+09:00

I know I am being absolutely weird and everything at this moment. It’s Wednesday afternoon and I’m feeling completely shitty. 2 short of 8 hours of sleep for starters, craving for unhealthy food not satisfied, eating meesua with fishballs, beefballs and veggies (and I have now an innate fear of food poisoning) instead of unhealthy junk food (everyone’s bringing up pizza today. What the.) and I’m cramping.

Maybe the last part is the most important part of it. But it’s farewell to PMS for another month! And I wish I’ve got housemates. This place is getting so cold and if not for that hugeass window that faces the road, this room is pretty much as claustrophobic as a prison cell to me.

Okay fine. Just need to, get a good nap, have some fatty food, get over today, and pray that the beefballs were thoroughly cooked. And get the hell out of this place.

suppose we didn’t have any suffering at all.

2009-03-24T00:39:00.001+09:00

“Suppose we didn’t have any suffering at all,” he added. “Suppose we had drugs for every pain, free entertainment, free love – everything but pain. No Shakespeare, no Beethoven, no Boston Red Sox, no death – no meaning. Impossibly spoiled little brats – that’s what we’d become.”

- A Case for Faith, Lee Strobel

ever read PhD comics?

2009-03-23T14:59:00.001+09:00

My lecturer looks like Tajel, and is possibly the epitome of how a PhD student is like (and yes she is a PhD student, in her 10th year).

If anything’s compelling me to make it for Monday lectures (which is the most dreary of days after Fridays), it’s probably her.

Well Monday class is over. Week 5 is well on its way.

plug: vintage vinnies

2009-03-22T17:44:00.001+09:00

Engraved Pearl-like Earrings – 12 AUD/ 12 SGD

Timeless White Heels – 48 AUD/ 48 SGD

Two of my SG church girls studying in Sydney now brought over some of the Asian entrepreneurial spirit to the Down Under by setting up an online store to sell vintage clothes and accessories they sourced from Sydney.

AND YES THEY WILL SEND IT TO PERTH! (And will do bank transfer within Australia for those who not have a Visa/ Mastercard.)

Mum’s long Eighties’ skirt – 32 AUD/ SGD

So then, for the online shopaholics, here’s one site to add to your collection.

Vintage Vinnies

gahhh.

2009-03-22T03:15:00.001+09:00

I’m sick. Officially. Sick.

Possibly food poisoning, my twitter stream documents how my stomach is feeling (Not good).

It might have been the undercooked chicken (as many pointed out from my pictures), or the undercooked fishball soup (I thought the fishballs were floating already!!), or the overnight chicken rice.

Jon says I’m just impatient. I think so too.

However, 有苦口难开. I’ll live with it for now.

We had a worship night thing today, where three different churches (of different denominations) came together and worshipped. – For the sake of the SG churchies: PTL.

I was sporting a cold today as well, and my nose was blocked and was darn irritating. Hocks said it’s okay I can ask God to heal me during worship. Lol. So yea I told God I don’t want my physical un-wellness to hinder my worship to Him. And well my nose cleared, and I was able to sing without any difficulty, and got sweat it out a bit (wheeee burn calories!). :D

Our church band was amazing. The unity in spirit within the band itself, and the passion they show – it’s distinctly different. Then again, I don’t know if it is something everyone can pick up. Like say, if your spirit is dead, or dulled, would they just sound like good music, or would their spirit hit you ‘in the face’ or ‘in the spirit’?

I don’t know, but the other two churches remind me of church back home in the earlier days. I suppose it reminds me, or tells me of a hope that we can get better, be better.

当这些点点滴滴开始累计的时候，当你认为你已经不能坐着不理；
当你觉得喘不过气，你是不是应该开始做别的打算了呢？

Time to sleep.

i,

2009-03-21T01:12:00.001+09:00

don’t understand.

Cell was great, although Amy’s keyboard lost its voice and we ended up doing an acapella worship that was really.. deep. It’s gonna be a great year.

On another note, I’m thoroughly sick of chicken rice at the mo. I think three meals of the same thing is the most most most I can take. I would love to bulk cook and freeze (it’s like the rite of passage for every poor international student), but only if I have more freezer space..

I think it’s this afternoon’s leftover chicken rice and fishball soup that made me sick – the stomach has been real bad, and I’ve got diarrhoea already. Coupled with PMS, I’m not very happy at this point of time.

GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I know it sounds like the first part of the post and the second part don’t connect at all, especially with the emotions part of it. I attribute it to PMS, and will call it a day.

Long day ahead tomorrow.
Goodnight.

we’re all in this together.

2009-03-19T15:54:00.001+09:00

I have felt a heightened sense and awareness of social justice these past few weeks. Even in health promotion, and talking about the social determinants of health (Marmot 2003) you see the inequalities in society, and what is makes of people. Yes, it isn’t fair. We are all still the same, we are all humans.

What’s more being a Christian and being called to love. Not doing something is part of not loving as well, isn’t it? *cue story of the Good Samaritan*

This teaser trailer sums it up really well. So then, what are you going to do about it?

We’re all in this together.

chicken rice.

2009-03-19T14:28:00.001+09:00

I massacred the chicken so, so badly. Well now I know that I don’t have the strength to chop chicken, and if I attempt to, it comes like rather, disfigured. And plain messy. Some blood came out from a half chopped bone, so my chicken was basically stained with some shade of red.

It looked terrible.

BUT IT TASTES OH SO GOOD.

Kee’s Chicken Rice mix and Glory (Glory, Hallelujah!) Chicken Rice Chilli saved the day. (Thanks Jon!)

Then it was baby bak choy with fried shallots! Oh fried shallots!

And then with Tetley tea with milk. That’s the most satisfying lunch I’ve made for myself as yet. Well done Angel. Now go do your assignment. Haddon (‘s matrix) is waiting for you.

railway.

2009-03-15T23:28:00.001+09:00

When we were still in SG, Jon, AhMu and I went on a little photoshoot trip around the Bukit Timah area. We went to some.. nature reserve, of which most pictures they’ve taken (with their pwnage camera equipment) got up on Facebook and Flickr the subsequent day. For me, I’ve got my little plastic Lomo Fisheye. *beams.

And this is the only picture I have of this railway station before we got chased away by the guard manning the station. Apparently it’s not our country’s property.

Finally got off my butt to start scanning, but I’ve not known how this scanner worked before. So yes, definitely rescanning these one day on a higher dpi. So shameful to load low-res photos on my Flickr set. Tsk.

saturday.

2009-03-14T23:53:00.001+09:00

Staying home doing nothing on a Saturday seems to be my choice activity since school started. Perhaps Friday gets me so burnt out (even yesterday when I skipped 9am class) that a day off on Saturday is needed.

About yesterday, I was about to go sleep then the muscle aches came. First time on keys with a band for a year or so (not counting watchnight service last year) and it feels different in a good way, yet so in place and in my ‘element’. It wasn’t so much of an emotional high, but after the whole service my heart was still pumping a little faster than usual. It was good. And as a lot said – we shouldn’t settle for that, but expect more as the season goes on.

I just need to do something productive today. Eating two giant stalks of baby bak choy and over-defrosting pork mince doesn’t count.

I’ve got two assignments due next Friday, Jess’ play on Tuesday night, cell on Wednesday night.

It’s Sunday again tomorrow. Welcome, week 4.

UPDATED on Sunday 2:10 AM
Jasmine’s email came in to inform that we’ll still be having cell on Fridays. So.. TOKA is back on Wednesday (closing night!!) and Cell on Friday = slog away for assignments before heading to cell.

Wheeeeee.

friday again.

2009-03-13T01:32:00.001+09:00

It’s going to be a long Friday, again. It’s going to start at 730am and end early Saturday morning. It’s going to be loooonnngggggg.

God give me strength, especially since I’m going without coffee.

the saints’ and angels’ song.

2009-03-11T23:11:00.001+09:00

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

The Love of God - Frederick M. Lehman, 1917.

an obligatory post.

2009-03-10T01:33:00.002+09:00

Obligatory postings can seem rather legalistic, and although habits and routines are good to cultivate.. I see it as a shift in priorities, just a new change coming about.

Blogging could very well be sporadic. We'll see. (:

In need of some real crunch for my writing? (Why would you really?) SisterhoodFTW.

friday.

2009-03-06T16:18:00.002+09:00

A bunch of us left the morning class after the morning break for lunch, of which didn't cross my mind till the lecturer went "If you're leaving during the break, please remember to.." Well done. Then another lecturer goes "No stress" about content pages, cover pages, formatting, declaration of own work, stuff.

This schoolweek has been full of late nights, postponed deadlines and lecturers who tell us not to stress.

It was funny to see people in class get totally adamant about the easing of the smoking ban in the school tav. I think it's totally cute - and someone should set up a Facebook group. Lecturer made a good point that if 200 disgruntled students write emails and postcards to the city council, they are bound to do something about it just because they want to stop the letters from coming. This is called lobbying.

Anyway besides that, I was on my way to school this morning (woke up at 8 instead of 740, yes I overslept) and was crossing the road to catch my bus, along with this PRC girl and another guy. The bus came so we were kinda rushing across, and the PRC girl was at the front and was stepping off the curb.

AND. SHE. GOT. KNOCKED. BY. A. CAR.

like *BAM*!! The car hit half of her body, she flew a few metres and was down.

I think I went "OHMYGOD".

Went to help her up, and that girl was conscious, and everything. But was just in shock and thinks that its her own fault. The (lady) driver pulled up on the side, hysterical, thinks its her own fault.

Helped the girl across the road, some ladies who alighted the bus helped her up, and was talking to her. Seeing that she was attended to, I asked her again if she's okay, *insert response in shock*, and I boarded the bus.

Bus driver asked me "Is she alright?" I answered "She looks alright, but yeah.. I.. don't know." The bus driver went off anyway, I said a silent prayer for her and I got to school on time.

But that scene of her getting knocked down has been replaying in my mind the whole day.

finis.

2009-03-06T03:23:00.001+09:00

As you can see, I couldn't resist changing it.

Work's done. Mostly with the help of the Google Chrome omnibar, and MS Word thesaurus. I'm off to sleep.

rahhhhhhhhhh.

2009-03-06T01:26:00.002+09:00

Okay Imma get this post done in 5.

It's 1.53am on Friday Morning. I have to wake up by 740 to catch the 8am bus to school because the peak hour jam's a bitch. I'm entertaining the thought of getting a coffee in the morning, but I foresee myself pulling the 'walkout-from-coffee-queue' move again. It's gonna be 6 hours of class (and a packed lunch) then sitting in the queue for the bank teller in the uni's BankWest branch because I can't remember my frickin' bank password to save my life. Then it's gonna be rehearsing for cell worship with Lisa (oh sheesh I need to print chords) and then enrich at AlFu's.

The day's gonna be so long, I'm going to end up taking the whole of Saturday off to do nothing again.

And I want to change my blog layout. Maybe I'll leave it for tomorrow.

After finishing this assignment, which I need 300 words for. Easy right? Not when you're brain fried like me.

I finished my chocolate apricots.

1.58am. Goodbye.

decaffeinated.

2009-03-05T17:46:00.001+09:00

I’ve not had coffee for the last week. And thus I’ve somehow somewhat saved $2.70 x 7 = $18.90. Which is good, but thing is, I’ve been needing to get a siesta every afternoon. Which is well, nice. But rather time-consuming, and it has kind of been either sleeping or running.

So obviously sleeping is easier than running. And well, sleeping is wonderful. And I’ve been told that maybe after getting siestas I might get a second growth spurt. :D

Siesta time. Ciao.

Windows Live Writer

2009-03-04T01:02:00.001+09:00

Just checking out this program I’ve had in the computer for quite a while, but never out to use it. It’s so cool.

I’ll figure it out soon. I’m procrastinating. ROARRR.

white noise.

2009-03-04T00:36:00.002+09:00

Last night affirmed that I need to sleep with white noise, or just a dull droning of something - a puny fan heater I paid probably 10 bucks for, or a standing fan that generates sounds when it well.. fans, or the noisy air-con unit at home.

It's conditioning isn't it?

Anyway the awkward turtle moment is basically saying hi to AlFu when they came over for dinner with the landlord and landlady and having weird stares and a "Are you okay?" as a reply.

Awkward turtle moment kept me in my room till 1030pm when the brain says "I'm not working till I get brain food. Brain foooood."

Brain's somewhat fed, so it's time to go back to work. Again.

Class at 9 = rush hour crowd = jam on Leach Hwy = get out of house at 8 = get up at 730am = finish work by 130am to get 6 hours sleep.

AND I ENVY ALL OF YOU WHO ARE SLEEPING AT THIS POINT OF TIME.

dear oasis.

2009-03-02T02:22:00.003+09:00

Why do you bring my hopes up that there are special arrangements for public transport to school, yet bring us to a non-existent section on the Current Students news page?

Is it your attempt to pull a platform 9 3/4?

It's not funny and has made me very sad. :(

On a side note, the lecturers have been commenting about the migration of units from WebCT to Blackboard (which I've been using since poly days) and they commented on how the university likes to putting everything together with acronyms. Like for Blackboard, they can't stay with just Blackboard - it has to be FLECS Blackboard.

FLECS = Flexible Learning Environment for Curtin Students

Sorry to break it to you, my dear lecturers. Curtin's love for acronyms is totally totally totally pwned by the Singapore Gahmen. The amount of three letter acronyms I understand is too astounding for myself to figure out, and the bug catches on when we do events and attempt to acronym-ize the event name.

Like one of our youth worship events in church received a suggestion for the name as G.O.A.T.

GOAT = Getting Our Act Together

I think this ends the sad case of trying to fight the public transport system in Metropolitan Perth on their public holiday.

I suppose its an early day out of the house for brekky with E. (I can't call it coffee with E anymore because I've not touched the heavenly drink since last Friday, and I ran both Saturday and Sunday. Not that it makes any huge difference, but it does and it marks a momentous try to once again revive my new year resolution and a healthy lifestyle.)

Goodnight.

strike.

2009-02-27T00:35:00.001+09:00

97secondswithgod: Day 26. Trampled.

When you become a friend of someone, a true friend, you invite them to shape your life to a degree. You invite them to influence you and challenge you and impact you. And that’s a dangerous gift to be cavalier with.

you know.

2009-02-26T02:34:00.004+09:00

this thing we do - detach ourselves from 'I'?

Me thinks that Angel should take responsibility for her own name and stop referring herself in third person.

I think using the word 'I' sometimes makes us feel like we're selfish egocentric beings who just talks about ourselves. Maybe going methinks or mefeels gets less personal. And when we resort to calling ourselves like a third-party (and not for fun), we might have a serious detachment problem here.

Oh of course /me doesn't count. That's geek language. :D

Me finds.

2009-02-25T14:43:00.003+09:00

The amount of Facebook memes sprouting out rather scary and appaling and amazing. I can imagine that Facebook is connecting people a lot more than blogs do - captive audience perhaps, and just a less threatening environment for the less techsavvy.

Why then, do I imagine that there is still a 'Idiot's Guide to Facebook' out there?

who am i.

2009-02-24T20:27:00.001+09:00

That the Voice that calms the sea
Will call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me?

Figured that might just exactly be my answer.

sometimes.

2009-02-24T02:14:00.002+09:00

I just don't understand. And it gets me frustrated.
And sometimes insecure.

I don't want to appear as a train wreck, but it nearly seems to be a total whirl how things are going. Much as I long for some stability in this life, the way things are going so far, only leads me to more questions, more confusion, and sometimes, more fear, more hurt.

Time to stop thinking, Angel.

increase and decrease.

2009-02-22T01:24:00.004+09:00

I have an increasing detachment towards the personal blog, and well, I've learnt not to blog when I'm tired.

By the way, I'm back from a short short roadtrip down south to Margaret River and Pemberton. See! It's so short you didn't even notice that I'm gone.

You know what, those giant flies are the nightmares of my life. Even wet chocolates don't matter. And all I'm thinking of are those oysters.

things you do on a road trip down south.

2009-02-21T23:45:00.008+09:00

- Make fun of road names.
- Make the map(s) your best friends, and always try to pick one of the town you're traveling around.
- Eat and drink what you can't back at home.
- Trust recommendations.
- Buy wines. And chocolates, and cheese and EVOOs. And whatever is famous in the region.
- Notice stuff like the imminent presence of a tavern in EVERY town and suburb, and perhaps anywhere with any hint of a civilisation.
- Notice that Chooks is the only fast food outlet in rural areas.
- Watch the sunsets, revere at the twilight.
- Drive over the speed limit.
- Spend quality time with beautiful friends.
- Appreciate air con, and a friend who can drive, and a friend who has a huge ass DSLR.
- Attempt counting the number of "Moo-moo"s as you go, and figure there's no point.
- Get terrorized and bitten by giant blow flies.
- Climb a tree. Climb a BIGGGGG tree.
- Notice that no road trip is complete without meeting some hiccups, like the police.
- Flood your eski with melted ice, destroy your wonderful just bought chocolates, and decide to put them into the icecream tub used as a rubbish bin. GG, Ange.
- Take pictures. A LOT of pictures. Very select few up on Flickr.

I think it might be time to sleep.

locked out.

2009-02-19T01:54:00.002+09:00

I forgot to bring my keys out today. And I didn't realise that until I had to open the door to get home at night.

I tried calling but the phones were all turned off, I banged the door till the next door neighbours probably woke up (sorry), and yeahhh, I had to call for help.

Very very much thanks to Jasmine who sent me back and accompanied me as I was locked out, and AlFu for coming to my rescue from Tremandra Way! They had a set of spare keys, so yes, I was let in.

Yeah, winnar is me.

contemplation.

2009-02-16T02:36:00.002+09:00

I'm just listening to Clair De Lune, just so you know.

School starts in a week's time, and at this point I do not remember the school stress and everything. I only remember that I have errands to run, and grocery shopping to do, simply because I have NO FOOD AT HOME.

It was a pathetic state because I found myself home on Friday with only leftover vegeroni and mee sua. So it was all into a bowl of chicken stock (from a cube) and watching Jamie Oliver on DVD cooking a roast lamb to curb my appetite.

It's been getting rather cold in the nights, hitting around twenty degrees.

I just found the wonder of voice recording on MSN, and I might just end up playing with that with Daryl just to make him happy and me a little cuckoo.

Valentine's Day was smashing. Day started with Encounter and then a prophetic seminar by Pastor Russell Sage, and then V Day lunch with Jasmine. After that was to Amy's for the prep of our Singles Awareness Day party in the night, and that pretty much lasted till 1am.

Once again, I contemplate quitting blogging (the use of two continuous verbs makes me uncomfortable). So now might be a good time to persuade me not to, if you actually read this. And by the way, don't say that you'll die from the craving to blog because I will continue blogging substantial quality posts on SFTW.

It's gonna be a packed week, and it's gonna be good. I believe so.

Oh and note to self: Drink more water.

saturday.

2009-02-14T01:35:00.001+09:00

Happy Valentine's Day my lovelies. The temperature now is 19.8degrees.

AND THUS I'M UBER HAPPY.

Goodnight.

thursday.

2009-02-12T22:10:00.003+09:00

I wasn't able to sleep when I got back last night because it was just stuffy and hot, and only have a but subpar fan heater. Well at least it does the job fairly well.

Day started with Epic with E, which was hardcore enough considering I landed late the night before. But it was good hanging out, and Jemmy dropped by as well. I think we have a coffee convert. (:

Rest of the day was spent at Amy's, who got back this morning. Lunched, bummed, watched DVDs.

Think we are all ready to crash into bed tonight.

SFTW post and goodnight.

wednesday.

2009-02-11T03:26:00.003+09:00

I fly today. Packing has been a b*tch. And yes it has come to the point where I just want to unpack them all, and stay home forever.

But noo, I have to go back.

So tonight I will sit and not think anymore. And not think until there's no way back. Like when the plane is taking off.

Then I will let reality hit me.
Then I will have 5 hours to deal with it in the plane, and then walk out to the arrival hall in Perth international airport with a smile on my face to facing the next ten months away from Singapore.

tuesday.

2009-02-10T03:20:00.003+09:00

It's Tuesday, and I'm leaving tomorrow.
I'm not packed yet and there are still stuffs to buy.

And I'm not sure if I'm ready to say goodbye again. But the thought that this is something I have to go through a few more times for the next two years, *shudders.

Thing is, I love Perth. And I love Singapore. But at this point of time, I find myself having to remind myself why Perth is good, and why it is okay going back. Because there is just so much that is in the unseen this year, so as every year, and as every year will be I am expecting changes - big changes.

Nothing really quite stays the same within the span of nearly three months. At least, people don't.

momentary.

2009-02-09T02:13:00.003+09:00

The green man has started flashing, it was counting down. "5..4.." I thought I could make it across, I dashed across to the middle of the road. "3..2..1." And the red man lit up. I panicked and just stood there, for that moment I forgot how to walk and stood there stationary, as the red man was.

He came as if from nowhere, and grabbed my right hand as we ran across the road before the lights turned green. We made it safe to the other side of the road, and as we walked, he laughed.

"你妈没教你过马路啊?"

I blushed and didn't answer, and he didn't let go of my hand till the end of the day.

photoshopppp.

2009-02-07T14:07:00.002+09:00

Last night I discovered the extraction tool on Photoshop. OH IT IS SO WONDERFUL!

This dabao is for Jemmy!