tuck your chin and ride.

matthew felker

2010-04-09T10:55:00.002+02:00

Good ad: brilliant cinematography, editing, lighting. Concept that makes languishing look so sexy. And Matthew Felker.

the shrine down the hall

2010-04-07T16:59:00.002+02:00

Maybe it's returning from countries where peace is not such a long-standing concept as it is at home, or maybe it's discussing too much history with locals in Croatia. But most probably, it's too much watching of Justin Walker on Brothers and Sisters.

I can't help but think about war, and consequently, its soldiers. Bout 2 weeks ago, it marked the 7th anniversary of the war in Iraq. Seven years, and people are still dying for a reason we know is kinda important but can't quite seem to remember.

Whatever your conviction might be; that war is always wrong, or war is necessary for freedom or safety, it's your ideals, and they should always be respected. But maybe the only thing we should never forget is the cost of war.

Ashley Gilbertson is a war photographer and this is how he sees war. It was powerful to me, and I hope it is to you too :)

you know you are authentic singaporean when..

2010-02-24T11:07:00.003+01:00

...even your angmo boyfriend says 'but it's already 730 leh'.

"what did you just say?"

"nothing."

"did you just say 'leh'?"

"i think so."

you don't know how proud a singaporean i am now. and how proud i am of my angmo boyfriend who speaks singlish unassisted. -beams- :)

oggi andiamo a vedere una partita di calcio a San Siro

2010-02-16T11:17:00.005+01:00

today as i was brushing my teeth, my boyfriend came into the bathroom. with pseudo sleepiness he said, "it's so cold.. "

he had a red-black milan scarf wrapped around his neck.

so sneaky.

we're going to san siro today :):):)

an introduction to this country

2010-02-15T15:16:00.004+01:00

It's a pretty known fact that eskimos have over 20 different words for snow. Any linguist would tell you that language reflects the world views of a particular culture. Because snow is important to eskimos, they naturally have many words for it.

The Italian language has numerous names for sexual parts. A girl's parts can be called 'little butterfly', 'little potato' and the same word for 'pretty'. Because sex is important to Italians, they naturally have many words for it.

The Italian electorate is one that would vote the first woman who ever fucked a horse into parliament. It is also one that would vote as their prime minister, a man whose infidelity is a known fact and makes inappropriate political jokes.

Do I think it's ridiculous? Of course. But if you ask me if i disapprove of this way of life, I'd tell you that these Italians, they know more about living than any of us do. There is no where else in the world where pleasure is more highly regarded. It is an excessive culture even with its food, architecture and beauty. Berlusconi knows how to have fun, the language is cheeky, and everyone takes life with a pinch of salt. It is kinda exhilarating.

That's why what happened to me today was kinda funny instead of alarming.

While waiting for Marco to pick me up for lunch, I decided that waiting at the main street would be a good idea. Standing alone by the side of the road, I had no idea why everyone in their cars were staring as they passed.

Then there was this car that slowed down as he saw me. It wasn't Marco's car, so maybe it's someone I know.. I looked intently at the driver as he drove slowly passed me, but he was an older man and didn't look familiar at all. He kept staring and eventually stopped slightly ahead. And then I realised.

An Asian girl standing at the side of the road alone, waiting. What else could I look like. Even with sneakers and no make up on, it didn't help the fact that I was waiting on a street where lonely Italian men frequent when the wife and kids are in bed.

Only in Italy would a car stop at 1 in the afternoon on a busy street for a girl dressed in jeans and sneakers, hoping to get laid. Only in Italy.

You've got to love this place :)

and here we go again.

2010-01-23T17:27:00.002+01:00

maybe because only time away from singapore is worth blogging about. or maybe its because only when you are away does it give you more time to do so. anyhows, i've started talking to myself again. after 6 months, prolly.

back in italy again on a webdesign internship. have been here for already 2 weeks; everything's smooth and ordinary just the way i like it :) it gets a little too cold at times, but everything else is pretty much the same.

work has been nothing short of fulfilling. the learning curve is steep (and by steep i mean practically perpendicular) and it gets overwhelming sometimes. but at the end of the day, when you see your half-ass work on the web, it does make your day.

ssoo. i really hope to take some pictures in italy soon so it'd make for a more interesting post! till then, enjoy the sun :)

forget the distance.

2009-09-03T18:38:00.003+02:00

loving someone is beautiful , being love by someone else is more than beautiful , being love by someone you love is everything.

lets go down to the sea, sea, sea

2009-07-31T00:17:00.006+02:00

These past two weeks have seen myself make three trips to the beach. Which is approximately three times more than the whole of last year. These Europeans, they appreciate the sun a lot more than we Singaporeans do in a refreshing/ridiculous sort of way.

The brown/black sand, jellyfish hunt, lying in the sun, the mix of sweat and sand on skin, standing on shoulders, salty kisses, rent a boat and paddle to croatia, the brown golden shade after, sliding, sunscreen, occasional glorious italian tits, german men and bocce, good book and tunes, tanlines, golden fries before and cold beer after, chinese massages and the great company of my favourite brother and chelsea.

These are the makings of a beach trip.
Won't admit in becoming a fan, but another two-day beach trip begins tomorrow.

For the record, we were almost jellyfish victims. Thanks to Chelsea's sharp eyes that spotted them right after we climbed up the boat and just before she entered the water. True story.

pollo.

2009-06-28T16:53:00.007+02:00

Ciao amici :)

I'm in Italy now. It's been a blast, although we basically do nothing everyday. I know I have to cherish this because it really doesn't happen very often in your life; when you wake up each morning, and decide over lunch what the day holds for you. Depending on our moods, some days we go for a swim, play basketball or volleyball and other days we lie in the sun, take walks, go to church, spend time with the folks, read a good book, or try real hard to master the Italian language. At night we go for a nice meal, parties or for drinks, talks and walks.

I was suppose to go on a 3 week trip with Christie to England and France while marco studies for his exams. But the morning that I was suppose to get to the flight, I miss it and decide to stay in Italy and study Italian. Basically, doing an Elizabeth Gilbert.

“Just for a few months of one’s life, is it so awful to travel through time with no greater ambition than to find the next lovely meal? Or to learn how to speak a language for no higher purpose than it pleases your ear to hear it? Or to nap in a garden, in a patch of sunlight, in the middle of the day, right next to your favorite fountain? And then to do it again the next day?”

I met a boy in Sweden. His name is Marco. We met on the first night we arrived in Jonkoping and it has always been. He's a sweet, gentle and responsible boy that has an awesome family. His biggest defect would probably be that he's Italian. A million miles away from home and a new world of language and culture.

But a language and culture that I am embracing more each day. There definitely are some down times when there is a frustration when you can't do anything by yourself. When I went swimming the other day, I didn't even know where the toilets were and I couldn't ask anyone. In that moment, I really felt impotent. And that really strips you of your pride.

But as time goes by, you start to notice the similarities more than the differences. The Italian culture is very much like home where the family unit is the basic structure of society. And it's reassuring when Marco's family really tries to assimilate me into their home and make sure I'm comfortable.

And there is always Marco who tries his best to translate everything and take walks with me that remind me why I'm here and how things are only gonna get better. And I try to cook for the family each week something from home so it doesn't get me homesick so much.

All in all, when I count my blessings, I don't remember being this happy in a long, long time :)

Hej Då Jönköping

2009-06-07T13:04:00.000+02:00

The full live show that was broadcasted on Jonkoping TV.

Hej Då Jönköping from Sam Cremean on Vimeo.

bliss

2009-06-02T18:41:00.003+02:00

How often do you have a good thing in front of you and fully appreciate it in all its entirety?

Either you only notice when things go wrong, or not appreciate the good that you have. This happens too little. Everytime I look at you, I know that I have something really good within grasp.

Too good can be true too.

Akademien, their favourite place in town.

2009-05-22T13:18:00.001+02:00

Akademien, their favorite place in town! from Efecan Kobo on Vimeo.

TV Report Assignment for school. It was awesome making it too. Kinda like a tribute to our favourite place in Jonkoping.
Oh no I'm gonna cry.

spring is everything you thought it'd be.

2009-05-21T13:35:00.002+02:00

Jonkoping is two different places when it's winter and spring. In winter, it gets dark at 3pm but now, you can see the sun rising at 230am and it sets at like 10pm.

Spring is everything you'd thought it'd be. And more. There're people laying on grass at any grass patch they can find, some even on the streetwalks just to soak the sun in. Fashion gets a little more colourful, people are more friendly. Flowers are springing up even though nobody plants them and there's literally like pollen flying everywhere. You wake up and you look outside the window and there're these white fluff flying all around.

THERE IS ALWAYS SUN.
you never truly appreciate the sun until you are in a place like sweden.

Taken in winter when all the trees are botak. Just white and brown all around. Prolly taken at something like 10am.

Taken by mummy on 27th April when she was here to visit :)

Taken by mummy on 5may (just 2 weeks difference!)

If there's one thing that'd make me leave Singapore, its the want for four seasons like that. You just get like about 3 months of the same weather, and its totally different after. And there's always something new you can do once it gets to a different season.

I had an awesome time when my mum was here. We got to travel together, I brought her to parties and have older guys hit on her. It was awfullll, they were all like "come to your new dadddyy" to me and I just didn't want to see any of it. She also got to meet all my friends :) It was nice when she was here. Thank you mummy :)

We only have 2 more weeks here and I'm leaving Jonkoping for good on 11th June for Italy to celebrate marco's birthday. After that I would go to UK and France and then back to Italy for one month with Marco :) Back on 6 aug! :)

I know the posts are getting far and in between these days and the writing is deteriorating. But when you're out busy leading life, blogging is really the last thing on your mind.

run

2009-05-12T14:54:00.001+02:00

assignment for tv production class :) thanks to syida and matteo for being my awesome actors :)

contradiction.

2009-05-03T21:40:00.004+02:00

" 'For in its innermost depths, youth is lonelier than old age' I read this saying in some book and I've always remembered it, and found it to be true. Is it true then that grown-ups have a more difficult time here than we do ? No. I know it isn't. Older peopple have formed their opinions about everything, and don't waver before they act. It's twice as hard for us young ones to hold our ground, and maintain our opinions, in a time when all ideals are being shattered and destroyed, when people are showing their worst side, and do not know whether to believe in truth and right and God."

-Anne Frank

"But even these things did not bother me. I was young. And when you are young, the world bounces."

-Aidan Chambers

fix you

2009-04-19T01:07:00.003+02:00

tears stream down your face,
when you lose something you can't replace.

nananayeh nanananahooyeaah.

2009-04-08T21:02:00.002+02:00

okay i know its a fucking retarded picture but i want to show u how happy i am.

pppaaarrttaayyyy.

happyhappy i get to party away my first night back in Jonkoping! Pictures of espanol would be up tomorrow :)

thankyou pollo for making my being back to jonkoping ssooo nice :) if everyday would repeat like today it would make me a happy happy girl.

drinks and daayencing. and dutyfree captain morgan and beeerrr.

oohh i'm in heaven.

spahyennn.

2009-04-01T22:58:00.002+02:00

hola amigos! :)

writing from spain, barcelona´s hostel. Spent a wholee day walking and you cannot imagine how beautiful barcelona is :) Wanna party tonight but the boys aren´t up for it. Maybe tmr. Will update more when I´m back. Don´t expect anything on this space till after 8April.

Seeyaaa peopleee.

Seven hundred places seven hundred faces more.

2009-03-20T02:47:00.003+01:00

Ten more minutes before my grey's download (S05E18) is done so I thought I'd blog.

Epiphany: I'm in Europe.

Pretty much wasted half of this trip not going anywhere except stockholm. Which ironically was what prevented me from going anywhere.

I shouldn't be waking up at 230 all the time.

I should be making more travel plans soon. But so far;

Linkoping: March 26 - 28

Spain: March 30 - April 7

Berlin: April 16 - April 21

Italy: Mid July - 11 August

And maybe malmo on Saturday.

LONDON for the shopping. (joan said the topshop is like 4 stories high)

And concerts/music festivals, I missed I'm from Barcelona's already.

Spending time alone. Making gifts, writing in the diary and shopping. I totally forgot all about shopping.

Thank you dan for coming over to accompany me :)

Its SPRING! NO MORE SLEEEEPINGG.

get to work get to work no regrets//

i just wanted to say.

2009-03-18T23:50:00.001+01:00

i love singapura.

And just because you just don't feel like comin' home / Don't mean that you'll never arrive.

2009-03-18T11:35:00.004+01:00

Its spring spring spring!!!

It was 7°C yesterday! Can you believe it? I have been so used to the minus temperatures that even 4°C feels so nice.

I haven't seen the sun in such a long time! And its amazing what sun can do to your mind, body and soul. Especially, soul. As much as I love snow, I'm glad spring is finally here. :) We can head down to the beach and have bbqs and volleyball. I can't wait for the green and pink to dispel the gray and brown.

To pay a tribute to winter, here are some pictures of the snow! My international friend are always like "what's wrong with you?" when it snows and I run around in the snow and get really excited while everyone is just trying to get indoors.

These are probably taken at about 10 or 11am. I woke up with the snow falling outside my window and you can't imagine how good that feels. It's like it finally hits you that you are in Europe, miles away from home but still somehow, you receive a little gift from the heavens. On days like these, I realise that the Man above is really not trying to turn my life into a big, fat joke. And snow is so magical, you can even pick it up from the ground and taste it. Pretty much like ice kachang, but somehow, softer. And, snow crunches. Seriously. You would think its soft and fluffy, but when you walk in snow, it crunches.

aye, boys are stupid.

we're all fugitives.

2009-03-15T15:09:00.003+01:00

Last night, I was in tears. I miss home. All the time, these sad thoughts enter and there's no way of keeping them out. I was so tempted to call someone back home, but I knew I had to practice to be strong. I was being such a girl last night. What made me so sad was that there's no one here that I can rant to, or someone that rants to me, and someone that understands. Like really, understand. And that makes me miss home like crazy. It helped that Pollo was there and he entertained all my silly questions like "do you think its better to be old or to be young?". We talked about Anne Frank, how it may be better to think with your penis than with your heart, his family, mine and he made me laugh amidst the tears. And I knew that he was tired but he entertained me because he knew that I needed some affetto. so THANK YOU POLLO :)

So today, with puffy eyes, I needed an adventure! Of course, the exams are near and I always do the stupidest things when I have tons of stuff to do. I'm a responsibility-shirker.

So, me and syida were sitting on the window sill on a sunday afternoon. I have done this so many times.

But today, I decided that climbing out of the window and looking for a treasure would be a fun thing to do.

"Syida, COME!"

And this are our adventures in our own little backyard. In pyjamas and flip-flops, no less.

Being superheroes.

We made quite a din and everyone popped their heads out of their windows. Some were not too happy. HAHA. Fortunately, we are all friends :)

Finding treasures.

Bringing treasure home. Of course, finders keepers.

Decorating our new toy!

Now, it'd be like our graffiti board. Whenever we feel like it, we'd write something on it. And we'd get everyone who visits our room, to autograph it. HAHA. I know I'm fucking retarded. But better than being boring, right? :)

jonkoping partayyss.

2009-03-10T09:28:00.006+01:00

sooo. Today's entry will be all about the swedish parties that consume so much of a big part of my life here in Jonkoping. We party every Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. So this is how it goes :)

The night normally starts at around 8, where we'd have a pre-party. Most of the times, this is on the 4th floor of our block at Grashagen, one of the student accomodations of the university. Mostly, its just the Grashagen people that come and we each take turns to buy drinks. We drink ourselves silly, celebrate birthdays, play stupid card games, foosball or mini-snooker. Here are some pictures from the pre-parties.

Sometimes, we even have happy hours from different countries. My favourite was Italian happy hour where there was lots of carbonara and cheese! And wine! :) When its happy hour, we ask all our friends from other accomodations and the host prepares all the food from their country. There weren't many photos from the French and Mexico happy hour. Just the three Italian boys responsible for my favourite happy hour and lots of people here for the French happy hour :)

But recently, the landlord has received tons of complaints about our being on the 4th floor. Too much noise, music too loud, too dirty, fights, stealing of couches etc. That's what happens when too many drunk people live together. So they closed the 4th floor common room. And so sometimes, we go to Alpha House, another student accomodation for our pre-parties.

Okay, so this is usually what happens at pre-parties.. everyone gets infected by the singapore song :)

We finish our pre-parties at about 11 and by this time, most of us are already in high spirits, aided by alcohol. And this begins my favourite part of the night! The trips in the bus! :) We are always singing and laughing so hard in the bus. Its hilarious.

And this, my friends, is the theme song in the bus. All.The.Time.

And all too often, this is followed by "Angela", a french song that is always sung in dedication to me! It sounds romantic and carribean-esque, but it actually means something like "Angela, I want to do you in your ass, when your daddy's not around. And if you're not around, I would do your cousin too". Yeah, veryvery romantic. But I like to pretend that I don't know what it actually means.

On Wednesday nights, its Akademien night. Its a student club, kinda, and only students from the uni can party there. Its really big, prolly bigger than zouk, has three dance floors, and cheap drinks! :) Mended by students for students. Almost all the international kids go there to party and everywhere you turn, you bump into someone you know :) Everyone parties really really hard, and its ssoo much fun. Dare I say, better than Mambos on Wednesdays.

On Fridays and Saturdays, we normally head to the other clubs open to the public. This is Centrum, where there's a bunch of 18 year olds but with awesome music and somehow, I always have the most fun there. Somehow :)

This is O'learys, also known as the sports bar, where we gather to watch our football matches. But it turns to a club on Friday and Saturday nights and I love it here also because they have a Jagermeister machine, can you believe it? It makes its own Jagermeister. We had a costume party here once and Ale and Daniel playing blackjack so that they can pay off a beer.

And then there are other clubs too like atta-glass. On fridays, there's a great buffet called the 'after work' there and we always head there at 5pm to gorge ourselves to death. Atta-glass has nice decor, but not as nice music.

And then comes another of my favourite bit of the night! The after-parties! We head back, most of us pretty smashed by now, and we do the stupidest things at the after-parties. Sometimes we go into the woods at the back of the flat in hope of looking for a moose, building a snowman, or falling in the snow. Other times the boys try to steal a bicycle, break out into a snowball fight, go outside the building and throw stones at the windows of the girls' rooms or sit in the common room and sing till the neighbours complain.

And that pretty sums up this post! :) See! Nothing emo. It's not my fault that sometimes I'm happy angela and I talk a lot of thrash and sometimes I get deep in thought. It's not my fault I'm a reflective observer. I don't remember events by sights, sounds, or people. I remember them by what runs through my mind as the event unfolds. Everything brings a thought to my head and its a constant struggle to live life as it is without the thoughts that dictate me to analyse everything.

Uh, okay. I am doing it again. I'd leave you with some other rubbish video of my rubbish friends! BYE!

just for your entertainment

2009-03-08T18:37:00.001+01:00

we did this for our Singapore Presentation in intercultural class and everybody is singing it now ;)

part of a system, a plan.

2009-03-04T01:34:00.003+01:00

Can you somehow create an expansive enough life that you could synchronize seemingly incongruous opposites into a worldview that excludes nothing?

The truth is that I want both. I want worldly enjoyment and divine transcendence--the dual glories of a human life. I want what the Greeks called kalos kai agathos, the singular balance of the good and the beautiful.

I want/need/crave both pleasure and devotion.

I'm desperate for all the pleasures of the world and perpetual devotion to You.

I remember you like yesterday, yesterday.

2009-02-14T12:43:00.005+01:00

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.

1 Corinthians 13: 4-8

Happy Valentines Day, my favourite people :)
May all of us experience today the Greatest Love of all :)

***

Even though I'm spending it alone and far away, valentines day still makes me so happy. I know its just a stupid, commercial holiday that was devised by some money-grubbing capitalist opportunist, but just knowing that girls all over the world are receiving nice gifts from boys who seemingly love them, makes me happy enough.

They say Valentines Day is a day for girls. I don't deny that. But it is also a day to celebrate your love. Be it with friends, family, boyfriends or cats. I always thought flowers were stupid and impractical because they are only given to wither and die. That was until I received one. I know its probably the most brainless gift ever, something that doesn't last. But still, as long as the flower is alive, you don't know how a girl's day can be changed so easily. So boys, go against all practical and logical rationalisation and go ahead and get those overpriced flowers for them girls ;)

Its only you I want to spend this day with. And I know you're miles away. But still, I remember you like yesterday, yesterday :)

bel far niente

2009-02-11T00:00:00.004+01:00

The art of doing nothing.

That phrase probably sums up the day of recuperation after last night's partying. Woke up late, had lunch, read a book, walked in the snow, went to school for amazing intercultural class and talked about the sub cultures of Singapore (I was stumped. Because to me, there are none. Only a number of dominant cultures.) and an Italian Brazil football friendly with the boys. Bel far Niente. Italian always sounds romantic, doesn't it?

Here I am, with hot tea on my right, an english book to devour, checking up lyrics and singing along to Little Flowers.

This makes everything okay now.

Ramlosa!

2009-02-09T15:48:00.002+01:00

I´m sitting at Stockholm´s bus station now. This morning, I made a 1.5 hour bus ride up to the airport, where they denied me from boarding the flight without a passport, and then took a 1.5 hour bus ride back here again. Where I was just 6 hours ago. Now, I´m waiting for a bus back to Jonkoping and it´d be another 5 hour journey back home. I have wasted around 400sgd on the flights, bus tickets, and various expenses. I am tired, upset, hungry and thirsty and I need to pee. But I won´t waste money eating, drinking or peeing (2sgd for the tandas).

BUT, I will not be upset anymore and move on. I will NOT be grumpy at anyone, lose my cool, blame anyone (even the thief), count my losses and mope around when I get back.

I´m gonna think happy thoughts (mars bars, prata and yakun), think of valentines day, say a minute´s prayer of peace and breathe. When I get back, I will take a hot shower, change and go to roman´s costume party and have a helluva time.

Because if you´re in the business of ruining people´s days, you´re in the business of failing. Which idiot allows people to ruin their days?

I AM RISING ABOVE THIS SHIT.

heh. I am happy now :) I found an English bookstore and the 5 hour ride would allow me to devour the book I got and that makes me smile. The other night, I dreamt that I found an English bookshop in Jonkoping and there were English books all around me and I was ssoo happy I kept spinning around in the bookstore with my my arms flailing beside me and my eyes closed. Like a girl in love. heh.

December is darkest / in June there's the light.

2009-02-08T21:28:00.003+01:00

I'm sorry if everything I wrote recently has been so emo. It is really, the contrary! (Okay, I will use more exclaimation marks in my posts from now on.) I am having the time of my life and I am so thankful for this experience. You can't imagine.

They say at the start you miss home like crazy and at the end of 6 months, you don't wanna go home. I don't wanna go home already. I love it here, I almost wanna stay. Not forever, but for a long, long time.

But when the push comes to shove. When my bag gets stolen and you just want to sit and cry for everything that's gone, you really only think of home. Whether its Singapore, or Jonkoping, I just want to be somewhere that's familiar.

Sigh. I know the stuff that are gone, is just stuff. And it can be replaced. But still, it sucks shit.

But on a much happier note, today we had a great day! You can't imagine. An ice hockey match, hot chocolate at a small gay bar, laughs in the cold and trying to walk on ice. I love stockholm, already.

I just think of home all the time. But that doesn't mean I'm not having the time of my life :)

bummed.

2009-02-07T17:50:00.004+01:00

Why are people in the business of ruining people's days?

So. We are on a trip to Stockholm for 3 days and then to Amsterdam for 4. And the first thing when we got to stockholm, was to get McDonalds, some comfort food for the torrid journey.

Dan and I were just too drunk cus we partied the night before. I bought a 700ml vodka for everyone which finished in like 15 minutes because of the incredible amounts of shots that we were downing. It was an incredible night, although it was the most drunk that I have been in Sweden. So we came back at 3, had an after-party at our flat till like 4. Alice was crazy and kept singing and the neighbours gave us shit for it.

But it's a Friday night.

Anyway, we stayed up after the after party to pack because our bus was leaving at 8am. We boarded our buses half-drunk and slept for 4 hours on the way here. The ride was semi-horrible because vodka was still in my empty stomach and dan was ssoo grouchy. HAHA. So we had to have comfort food, the first thing we arrived.

So. We were happily stuffing our face with golden fries when my bag got stolen. Yeah. Inside was my laptop, passport and phone. Thankfully, my camera was with me because I decided to take picture of my meal (only food is worth taking. macs at that.) So was my wallet with all my identifications. So its bad, but not that bad.

Yup. That about sums up my horrible day. We're probably going for dinner with some friends soon. Definitely no partying in Stockholm because the entry alone is like 40 bucks.

I wanna go home. :(

And I don’t know why but with you I’d dance

2009-02-06T15:22:00.002+01:00

My address is Norra Bogesundsgatan 4 Rum 111, 55473 Jonkoping, Sweden and my phone is +460762382965. Okay, I'm not sure if you have to add the 0 after +46. My skype name is Han Shiyun Angela and my msn is endorphincrave@gmail.com

So if any of you feel a little lonely and rich, please give me a call or send me a card, photo, anything. Remind me of home. As I so often do. Oh no I'm gonna cry. I miss my cats.

What am I thinking, staying? I'm a wuss. I can't do that.

happy is a yuppie word.

2009-02-06T01:20:00.003+01:00

(Its gonna be a long rant.)

It's been a whole month since I've been here. A whole month since I've been away. Time passes by so fast when something is new. There is so much to be thankful for and yet so much that I miss. Being here makes me appreciate home a lot more, and yet see what it misses. Who says it can't be paradoxical.

Living in another country, even for a month, expands your horizons indefinitely. More so, for Jonkoping, because the university is so international you get to meet students from all over the world. I have met students from France, Italy, Germany, Austria, Bosnia, Hong Kong, Korea, Malaysia, Morocco, Canada, Russia, Spain, Mexico, Malaysia, Australia, Turkey, America, Holland, Pakistan, India, Sweden, Finland and countries that I never knew even existed. And everyone, I repeat, everyone, does things differently. The French always give kisses, the Bosnians are really friendly, the Italians are romantic, The Finnish boys drink better than anyone (maybe cus I haven't met any Irish), the Middle Eastern boys are too protective of where they come from, the Mexicans and Spanish make fantastic food and the Australians are always the most fun.

One thing they all have in common, though. They all speak English but they can never understand it when we Singaporeans talk amongst ourselves. Its like our secret code.

That brings me to what I wanted to write about. I am so thankful for the Singaporeans that are here. There're two groups of us, the group from SMU and the group from NTU. Mostly, the NTU people stick together because we like them parties. More so than the students from SMU. Ironic eh.

I love you, Jamie, Daniel, Marilyn and Syida. Its odd how we are almost family when we didn't even knew each other a month ago. Its true that human beings flock to their own kind. Initially there was admitted apprehension. I thought that the Singaporeans only wanted to stick together, and didn't want to mix around. And I am not on exchange to be hanging out with Singaporeans. But I was wrong. Syida, Dan and Jamie are one of the most friendly and nicest people that are amongst us international students.

I knew I started to appreciate them when there was this once, after a long day of school and superficial conversations (I'm not complaining, I know this is part and parcel of meeting new people), the only thing on my mind was "I need my Singapore fix". I needed the 'la's and 'lor's in my conversation and somebody that understands when I say "I miss horlicks", or dances mambo with me when Summer Rain is playing.

You don't know how important it is to have something, someone from home. Especially when it is so easy to be another person when you are here. They remind me of home, keep me grounded and sane. I love it that we are all so alike, partying every Wednesday, fags together, drinking lapin at night, celebrating Chinese New Year together and attempting to go to church on Sunday mornings. I know they probably think that I like hanging out with the other international students more because I am not with them a lot. But truth is, I cannot do without them. I would go insane.

Honestly, I have been thinking about staying. (Mummy, don't freak out. Its just a thought.) Because university here is free, even for the foreigners. And that money saved could go to the higher living standards here. Only downside is that I would have wasted 1.5 years of NTU. But Singapore is such a huge part of my life. So much so that if it were taken from me, I don't know if it would be the same angela. That is why Syida, Dan, Jamie and Marilyn are so important to me. Because if it weren't for them, I don't know what I'd be or how I would change. Its not easy when nothing is familiar.

Dan, me, some weirdass, syida, jamie and carlos. Sorry Marilyn!

Okay. End of Rant. :) Hit me with a tag if you read through all that junk and my paranoia. You are my true friend ;) I know sometimes the things I write don't make any sense. But I always have to write good thoughts down because they are so easily forgotten.

On another note, why are boys so possessive? So much so that they still want to keep the things that they can no longer have? Why aren't girls ever that territorial?

You're far too pure and bold, to suffer the strain of the hangman's hold.

2009-02-04T19:12:00.002+01:00

Okay. I know its very ugly. But was doing a to-do list and decided on a handwritten post for the blog :)

Obviously, school is secondary here. What's new.

Anyways, its Italian happy hour now! The Italian boys are cooking for all of us! Then it'd be drinks for the pre-party and akademien tonight!

What happens is that every Wednesday (reminiscent of mambo), all the students go to the student club called akademien where drinks are cheaper. But everyone usually has pre parties because the drinks are still cheaper when you buy it yourself. I love pre-parties. We play stupid card games and get really drunk and make stupid videos and yell in the bus. At akademien we just dance ourselves silly till 2. Yupe. I'd try to bring my camera along this time round. :)

Funny tidbits.

Me: Hey I'd be going to Amsterdam next week :)

Roman: You'd be missing my birthday!

Me: Don't worry, I'd bring back some birthday presents :) But will I get caught?

Matteo: No, put the joints in a shampoo bottle. That way you won't get caught.

(After some thought)

Matteo: I KNOW! You can put the joints in the left pocket of your jacket. But in the other pocket, put a chicken leg. So if the dog smells the joints, take out the chicken leg and explain it to the police "hey, its this..."

Ale: But the policeman will ask you "what's a chicken leg doing in your jacket?"

Matteo: Tell them that you're a Singaporean girl and you're always hungry!

... okay not very funny. But I was damn amused. The End.

finally a picture post.

2009-02-03T00:20:00.005+01:00

Yupe. We went skiing.

It was so much fun! We took a 15min bus ride out to the slopes and it was hugeee. And steep. But according to the Italian boys, this was nothing compared to the slopes they have at home. I fell like 124093274 times. But still, everything was awesome. The view of jonkoping at the top of the slope, everyone else's amazing skiing, the snow which fell (albeit from a machine), the wet gloves, the ski lift (which you're suppose to fall when taking it for the first time) and the sitting on the slopes and taking it all in.

Marco and Pelin's boyfriend snowboarded while the rest of us skied. Everyone else skis/snowboards really well and all I was doing was falling. I'm not kidding. My goal of the day was to get to the bottom of the slope unassisted. And I did! Even though it took like xx minutes. Not telling you because you will laugh at me. Every kid, no EVERYONE THERE, skis better than me. Makes me want this life of bringing my kids to the ski slopes instead of getting them to put down their PSP.

At the end of the day, everything hurts. Even things without names hurts. But it was awesome.
You haven't been to Sweden if you haven't gone to the ski slopes.

Since I'm already flooding you with pictures, here's a video of matteo's fantastic skiing. All of them ski like that. I was so ashamed.

***

When we came back, Marco and I made a trip down to church even though there wasn't any service. We sat in the pews in the dark and prayed. I talked to You like I haven't had in awhile and it reminded me of who You are, who I am and what You have done for me.

It was a good day :)

***

I promise I will update more regularly and post more pictures.

impedition to cooking.

2009-01-28T06:34:00.002+01:00

Cooking takes a really long time. Too long.

1) Walk in the Cold to Willy's, where everything is cheaper (see, mummy. I scrimp.) but it's fucking far. Like a 20min walk.

2) Search food for the cheapest per kg and then purchase it even though you think it'd suck.

3) Walk back in the Cold or wait 20 mins for the bus.

4) Get back and try to warm yourself under the covers. This takes about 10 minutes.

5) The Big Hoo-Ha begins. Boiling water, using the oven, oil, frying, everything. And all in the midst of different people telling you different instructions to not get the things burnt and to get the flavours but somehow everything still gets burnt and tastes notsopleasant.

6) Throw away burnt or gross food.

7) Start cooking something simpler.

8) By this time, you are already starvinggg. And anything horrible still tastes really good and I'm always thankful for the food.

9) Start eating. This takes like 1/20 of the time spent in the whole affair of cooking.

10) Eating always ends too early. Because you have to wash up.

11) Soap.

12) Rinse.

13) Dry.

Then, its over.

Busy yourself for about 3 hours and the whole affair starts again.

This is why I have no time to blog.

It is no surprise that I don't cook because it is such a hassle. And it doesn't help that everybody around me cooks so damn well. Syida, Dan, Jamie O'xavier.

Plus, my favourite Italian cooks for me all the time.

Play Count = 47.

2009-01-24T22:03:00.002+01:00

IF I STAND - JARS OF CLAY

There's more that rises in the morning than the sun
And more that shines in the night than just the moon
There's more than just this fire here that keeps me warm
In a shelter that is larger than this room

And there's a loyalty that's deeper than mere sentiments
And a music higher than the songs that I can sing
Stuff of Earth competes for the allegiance
I owe only to the Giver of all good things

So if I stand let me stand on the promise that you will pull me through
And if I can't, let me fall on the grace that first brought me to You
So if I sing let me sing for the joy that has born in me these songs
And if I weep let it be as a man who is longing for his home

And there's more that dances on the prairies than the wind
And more that pulses in the ocean than the tide
There's a love that's fiercer than the love between friends
More gentle than a mother's when her baby's at her side

And there's a loyalty that's deeper than mere sentiments
And a music higher than the songs that I can sing
The stuff of Earth competes for the allegence
I owe only to the Giver of all good things

So if I stand let me stand on the promise that You will pull me through
And if I can't let me fall on the grace that first brought me to You
And if I sing let me sing for the joy that has born in me these songs
And if I weep let it be as a man who is longing for his home

So if I stand let me stand on the promise You will pull me through
And if I can't let me fall on the grace that first brought me to You
And if I sing let me sing for the joy that has born in me these songs
And if I weep let it be as a man who is longing for his home

And if I weep let it be as a man who is longing for home

How Long Do You Toast Bread in the Oven?

2009-01-18T15:31:00.005+01:00

Every night it has just been partying partying partying for the whole week.

Too lazy to take pictures so you have to wait for pictures from other friends on facebook.

I semi-cook now.

And I sleep ALOT. Must be the weather.

I have so many things to do but have been so caught up with all the parties I rarely get anything done. I hope things settle down soon and I can start updating and getting my trip together to update you ok?

Meanwhile. As much as I love partying here, I miss partying MORE with you zhiwei, ziqiang, kian giap, qixiang, zhenming, sunwukong, alvin lim, angela, virginia, sandy, yikying, alvin yeo, ansel, geoffrey and all the other people whom I forgot!

And, did kiangiap shave his head?

Ok la. Leave you one picture here from the first night in Jonkoping where I met this Italian boy and two dutch boys before I even unpacked. And we decided to party on a whim. A Saturday night, you can't expect to be packing.

Okay I'm gonna explore the other side of the River now! BYE!

because i'm too lazy for pictures.

2008-12-25T20:32:00.005+01:00

it'd come later.

For now, its just gonna be words.

Lately, I haven't been seeing the importance of Christmas. Or birthdays. Previously it has always been a big deal. But of late, it has been just dates to me. Arbitrary dates. Because no one can say for sure that Baby Jesus was in a manger on 25th December, or that an angel appeared to Mary on 25th March. Birthdays are the same. As long as you get one day in the whole year when people celebrate you for who you are, and appreciate you, I don't see why it has to be on 21st December.

I still feel the same way. But as I spend my Christmas eve and Christmas writing holiday cards to everyone important, I find myself realizing how important some people are to me and how much I have under appreciated each one of you. I find myself writing things like "I know we haven't met up in awhile, but I still treasure you and thank God for you", a few times too many. Truth is, its not because we have conflicting schedules or because we have no time. Its also because how our lives have changed. Changed such that what is happening in the other person's life is something that cannot be comprehended emotionally, but cognitively. And it sucks when you cannot feel how someone, whom you love dearly and deeply, is feeling. And that stops me from meeting you, because of how I can't understand you.

I don't see where I am going with this, either. But I guess what I'm trying to say is this. Christmas and birthdays are important because it gives you the opportunity to remember those who love you, and those that you love. The real ones. Not the ones that say it but are hollow with the actions. But the ones that keep you in prayer, hide it when they're disappointed, and still love you without conditions. Those are the people I want to keep in my life. And I know I don't say it enough. But I love you and I treasure each one of you :)

There is so much good to be thankful for that I so often turn a blind eye on.

On another note, I am glad that another chapter of my life closes. A chapter that was headed for doom from the start. I don't believe in regrets because with every wrong turn, lessons are learnt. Too often, we are told to listen to our hearts. I still believe in it. But the head can never be totally ignored. We are logical and emotional creatures and elusive happiness can only be found when both the head and the heart are in agreement.

SO. To hell with anything that brings tears and cheers to positivity.

Blessed CHRISTmas to all :)

Are you kidding me? His mum was filming it?

2008-12-09T11:23:00.003+01:00

Someone please tell this guy you can only do this if you are female.

***

Today was our first Netball match for Interhall and we won Hall 14 27-11. Everyone did pretty well and kudos to all the hall 11 netballers :) Finally got the old bones workin' after months and months of junk food in front of the telly. And it. Was. Not. Funny. Seriously, I am super shagged after playing 4 quarters and I've never ached like that in a long, long while. I can safely say I am the least fit person on the team. But thanks to everyone else, we played a fantastic game and won by a pretty safe margin. The boys were a riot. But what can you expect from boys.

IH is ssoo much fun and I love playing all these sports. People may whine and groan at the thought of having to work to get points to stay in hall but to me, playing my heart out at the games is not a chore at all and I thoroughly enjoy all the bloodsweattears moments. I may not be the best at playing the games, but in this period, it really does bring people together and in hall eleven, you only see laughs and encouragements, very rarely tempers and blames. But something tells me its probably not the right time to be putting in so much effort here, and giving up all the things that I'm suppose to do before I leave. I guess there must be a balance to be struck and finding it is still taking time.

Meanwhile, while I'm still here, I'm only gonna fill my life with positivity. There is no time for bad blood and pessimistic thoughts, because they so easily overwhelm you. I am gonna eat all the Singaporean food and do all these Singaporean things. The other day, I went to botanic gardens and its brilliant! Prolly what I imagine Utopia or the Garden of Eden to look like honestly. I can't understand how people find Singapore boring.

Life is good now. And perhaps better if our room isn't that messy/smelly and if the boys weren't point it out.

(Excuse me if the writing sucks today but I'm in a mellow/shag mood and the brain isn't really working.)

half full, baby, half full.

2008-12-04T02:07:00.016+01:00

Everything that could go wrong today, did.

But today we learn a new term: Yhprum's Law. Which, ssoo innovatively, is Murphy spelt backwards, and it states that "Everything, that can work, will work".

If it isn't obvious enough, I'm a huge proponent of positivity and I don't take things serious enough and am always lost in my hippie-happiness. So today's rant would be about Yhprum's Law being at work in every situation in which you see Murphy's hand. Just so you can see why its so much better to always look on the bright side!

Murphy's Law: Bad planning and miscommunication ended up in me going to Mambo to meet 3 different groups of friends. Situation was such that I had to spend time with all of them in the little time that I was there.

Yhprum's Law: Fortunately Sandy and Alvin came along because Calvin was a no-show and it would have been me, Julie and Caleb and that would have been a bummer.

Murphy's Law: Ending up losing my car keys at wine bar. (Yup, some things never change.)

Yhprum's Law: Found it in at the Lost and Found and got to practice the walking in heels.

Murphy's Law: Prepared to drive out and realised I had no money in the Cash Card for parking. And circled around the car park lot looking for a top up machine with little luck. Finally spotted a sign that says its located at the lobby which we just walked past thrice (while searching for the keys).

Yhprum's Law: Alvin and I agreed that the hotel was a nice place to take a dump at if you ever feel like it at zouk and don't wanna do your business while tolerating the stench of puke.

Murphy's Law: When I was sending Caleb back to camp, I was talking to him in the car until the battery ran out and I couldn't start the car. We were just outside SAFTI and I was at a bus stop. The sun was rising and buses were starting to run and I was stuck.

We had no clue how to jumpstart the car and we, I mean Caleb, was trying his best to remedy the situation by flagging down cabs and asking if they had jump leads. Me, on the other hand, found the whole situation pretty hilarious and started toying with his G9. It is worth mentioning here that Caleb's pretty responsible and he must have been really annoyed at me at that time. He was trying really hard to get the car started again and at one point, even called Automobile Association, and was willing to fork out more than a hundred bucks so fucking Automobile Association could fucking cheat our money and repair the car.

Meanwhile, I was sitting in the car and telling him things are gonna be okay. I was also trying to remedy the situation by taking photos of everything. In other words, not helping at all.

The streets looking pretty empty at bout 5am, before the battery died.

Caleb stopping cabs to ask for jump leads.

"Fuck this shite."

(Nah, he didn't really say that. But it was close to what he was feeling after stopping

countless of cabs who didn't have jump leads and I was still "fralala-ing", as he puts it.)

Buses were starting to operate and we needed to get out of the bus stop fast.

The streets now starting to look pretty bright. (Compare with first picture)

When it started to get really bright, I decided to call my dad and he came along to save the day with his brilliant electrical engineering skilled hands which started the engine without using leads. Yupe, so that marked the end of our adventure.

And what about Yhprum's Law in this, you say.

Well, at least it gave me something to blog about.

phew.

2008-12-03T07:58:00.001+01:00

I'm glad its over. And I can move on with my life.

lets go!

we are compelled to do what we have been forbidden.

2008-12-02T15:17:00.006+01:00

Sunset behind after a u-turn. and if you look really closely,

you can see the droplets on the window panes :)

While being stuck in traffic for more than 2 hours today and heading towards the west (west-er than pulau ntu which is saying alot), there was this awesome sunset in front of me. And it was raining. And when its raining, the only music I listen to is dashboard. And somehow, the very weird mix of Carrabba's tunes, the orange yellow hue ahead and the droplets on the panes, it reminded me of You and I got to praying.

***

Oh, and I told Train I'd blog about our Yoga session today. With all due respect to Train, who found the session very useful, Yoga to me is plain dumb. I do admit that I'm not the most flexible person, so maybe that's why I didn't gain the full pleasure of the entire session. But the poses that they ask you to do, cobra stance, eye exercises and rubbing your palms together to put it on yr eyes, chest, thighs, makes no sense to me. At all.

After a lot of the stretching on our feet, we were asked to lie on our backs and do some MORE stretching. At this point, the instructor told us to close our eyes and concentrate on our breathing. Obviously, the inevitable occurred... I fell asleep. And even started dreaming. And I stopped doing any of the (useless) exercises. When everyone got on their feet to do MORE stretching, I was still prostrated on the floor. Deep in meditation. Train had to shake me awake while everyone was standing up and I was still on the floor. HAHAHA it was a real laugh. I couldn't take anything seriously after that and I think everyone around me was secretly sniggering. :)

I know Yoga has its benefits, and my mum swears by it. But for me, I'm glad I did try it once to know that I'm never going back. Maybe I'm just too uptight that I can't clear my mind to allow the serenity, calm and relaxation to gently coax my mind into surrendering myself to the poses that are suppose to release the wound up tension in me.

OR, maybe not.

shake, shake, shake, shake the frame of this house.

2008-12-01T12:03:00.002+01:00

Pink Sperry Boat Shoes on ebay.

It has all been good.

(Sandy's right when she said this blog is gonna be stagnant after the exams end. Half-right, at least.)

Tuesday, 25.11

Right after the torrid forensic science paper, I went home to see the folks after a week of absence. Had dinner with my mum which was pretty much a good way to end the exams; just letting time pass as both of us sat at the coffeeshop and talked, over chicken rice :) Of course, I spent time with my two favourite felines. Realizing how fat cotton is becoming and how genie is limping more as she grows, but still ever-so-loyal. And they are even loyal to each other, always giving each other a bath before they sleep. I forget these things about my cats. If anyone told you cats aren't loyal, they obviously haven't had my cats.

Came back to hall to see the Rest. All 9 of us headed for supper at Choa Chua Kang, on two bikes and a car, no less. Realising how much I miss having supper with ziqiang and zhiwei together and how much bullshit we talk about over supper. Came back for the age-old tradition of poker and ended the night with surfing the net till 633 the next morning. Its amazing how much pleasure I derive from doing non-productive activities.

Throughout the day, it was the same weird feeling that I felt. The absence of a rush to get somewhere and do something. It was nice, just hanging out with some of my very favourite people and falling into the rut called routine which is really a nice rut to be in :)

Wednesday, 26.11

The plan that day was actually for me to meet my mum and bring the folks, from the home she is helping at, out for Quantum of Solace. My mum volunteers at this place that helps these people that're disabled and are on wheelchairs. Plus, she also volunteers at this home for young teenage girls. She's that kinda person who gives without expecting, and would do it just because she enjoys it. Unfortunately, some bureaucratic shite happened and she couldn't bring them out. So we went swimming instead and had a good twenty plus laps together.

After which, I went to zouk and my question is this: do all boys, if single, not give up a chance for a one night stand? Anyhows, it was a blast and so many friends were there which is always one of the highlights of partying: seeing people that you would want to see but haven't got the chance to, otherwise. It was nice seeing you lanz, tiffany, joel, tabitha, wen han, the cs folks, navin and the rest.

Okay, this blog is not gonna be a reiteration of all the mundane happenings in my life. That would be a drag to read. Events aren't events without thoughts and memories attached. These few days there're so many thoughts running through my mind and my lesson is this: its odd how you learn more about life and people when you're not busy mugging. Which is ironic because the lessons about life and people are so much more important than learning about media laws and media history. Sigmund Freud and Karl Marx do not add anything into my life except pseudo knowledge.

I am also starting to appreciate how much I enjoy being alone. I don't know if its a good thing because December is a month that I gotta meet up with all these people before I leave. But being alone recharges you, sorts out your thoughts and weirdly, gives you strength. I forget how much I miss reading a book to sleep, writing in the diary, watching endless tv or eating alone. I know its creepy how I like doing all these things but its really serene and as samuel calls it, its 'me-time' which everyone needs. Anyhows, these are my random thoughts which doesn't make any sense but I had to write down.

I love the boys in my hall (ziqiang, zhiwei, keesiang, kiangiap and alvin) and their hearts. They are the kinda boys that any girl would be lucky to have. They are the kinda boys that as they are walking, talking, absorbed in conversation, they can stop for a girl in a wheelchair and offer to carry her up the stairs.

I love how reading puts you in a whole new perspective and mindset, seeing the world through another person's eyes.

I love how the house looks after it has been painted. And the smell of fumes of paint ;)

I love how partying, as tiring as it is, allows you to let down you hair and for one night, be consumed by music.

I love my friends. Each and everyone.

I love how even in sg, I see leaves turning red.

I love how exercising feels.

I love the smell of petrol. Maybe Malaysian petrol more.

I cannot understand what drives boys to do all these senseless things and cannot fathom how testosterone is such a impetus; more so than the head.

I cannot understand how my friends forgive me when I'm a brat.

I cannot understand how its so easy for me to like someone when I first meet them. After which, I see all these flaws and its a struggle to accept them whole. And once that struggle is complete, its so easy to appreciate that person in all his totality. I firmly believe that if a relationship is not tested, it isn't a relationship at all.

I cannot understand how I don't spend enough time with the folks because it is really satisfying.

Most of all, the most perplexing question that has been bugging me: I don't understand how I can be so excited about going to sweden at the start, but start to dread it now. I don't wanna leave.

(i know how this is an extremely long rant. but its apt for my extremely long absence.)

when there are no more papers

2008-11-25T21:52:00.002+01:00

I want tomorrow to be a slow, slow day..

When time passes without any urgency,

And the only things worth doing are the things you feel like doing-

this is why I don't believe in karma.

2008-11-24T10:11:00.005+01:00

Kathy Cox, a Georgia state Schools Superintendent, was the first person to ever win the million dollar question in Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader. (On a side note: this show is awesome. The Rest would gather in my room to watch it when it was on. And we have always concluded that to win the million dollars is IMPOSSIBLE.)

Well, Kathy Cox, after winning the million dollars, donated ALL her winnings to the Atlanta Area School for the Deaf, the Georgia School for the Deaf and the Georgia Academy for the blind. She says in the vid that she wants to go for the million bucks because she has tried so hard to keep kids in school and she wants to convey the message that trying and failing is better than not trying at all. Such a nice lady right?

WELL. Now, a few months after her donation, her husband's construction business failed. This week, they filed for bankruptcy.

Karma is not just a bitch, it doesn't exist. I would love to believe in it, but the fact is that horrible things happen to good people too. And good things happen to horrible people. And I can't understand why. Its as if god's playing this cruel joke on all these nice people that sacrificed in order to better the lives of others.

Its not nice to be a cynic. Its so much a sadder world to live in. I still believe in the good in people, and that people should always be good to other people. But if you were expecting karma to return you a favor, don't count on it.

Anyways, if you believe in karma, you're just saying "I expect something good to happen to me as a result of my giving". That is conditional giving. And conditional giving doesn't constitute real giving. I'm just saying.

Lesson learnt. Keep your winnings. No, scratch that. That would be cynical. Lesson learnt. Karma doesn't exist. So give and expect nothing in return.

lust.

2008-11-23T13:21:00.003+01:00

Canon Powershot G10

When they say all the riches in the world cannot buy happiness, do they ever mean it?

And Caleb isn't helping by emphasizing how brilliant the g9 is.

Can't get it because I just got a Canon Ixus 80 in July. I may sell it though. Any takers? :)

Why a blog.

2008-11-23T11:40:00.004+01:00

I like to start new things when I have a ton of other more important things to do (ie. studying for 2 papers);

To chronicle my thoughts and journey;

My thoughts only get sort out when I write;

My feelings can only get justified when I write;

To make memories tangible;

For the sweden trip;

I love talking to myself; and

Most importantly, to remember the good things in life. Especially the good people.

Because you so often forget the good things, and the good people who bring good times.

tuck your chin and ride.