Beautifully Imperfect.

Moolahh. ;)

A pair of low sling-backs, preferably wedges, peep-toe style, and in white. Because I've looked high and low, and left and right, and they still elude me. Boo.

The double.

A charm-bracelet with charms that actually hold some significance to me.

A Manchester United jersey which I've lusted after for years but always put aside due to its hefty price.

To have a finished lending decisions assignment appear out of nowhere. Or at least a strong sense of concentration and determination to finish the damn thing and not kill myself while trying to do it. I'm struggling, and being disturbed (or having the urge to write anything non-academic related, for that matter) is not helping, especially not when I have an IBF test tomorrow as well.

I want to watch Ironman, dammit. Which now looks like will have to wait until the older brother gets the dvd.

To possess a semblance of child-like innocence again. Although, this might never be possible.

My old mp3 player is falling apart so, a new mp3 player of any kind. I'm not choosy. Oh, who am I kidding. Of course I'm choosy. I want an iPod. :P

18th June, the end of finals, to come.

To know what I really want out of all this university torture. Because I really still don't. And to be honest, it scares me.

Just this afternoon the older brother and I were watching a dvd of the 1985 Live Aid concert, and it was THE Freddie Mercury of Queen performing. We lamented the loss of a great voice and talent just as he was singing We Are the Champions. And sing it he did. The raw-ness and the passion in his voice during that song, just wow.

And for the past hour- that very same song has been ringing in my head. The same Freddie Mercury live version because nobody has ever quite nailed it like he does. And it still is ringing..

Because WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS MY FRIENDS!!!

AH OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY JOY WOOOOOOT!

After ninety minutes of curses in multiple languages and sitting at the edge of our seats at Taste of India (Seriously, don't ask about the name. Heh.), Ming, Nick and I breathed easy. Stress sial. And to think I told my mum I was going out to watch the match to release stress. How ironic. It's more stressful to watch Wigan attack in the same period of time at which Shevchenko got the lead for Chelsea, than it is to rush for the Investments deadline.

But dammit, was it worth it.

Seeing Giggs come on, equal Sir Bobby's record, score the clincher, clear a shot on the line in MU's goal mouth, and then lift the trophy, with his 10th EPL medal. It couldn't have been a sweeter win. (Okay-lahhh of course it would have been sweeter if Gary had played but at least I got to catch a few glimpses of him a very dapper suit.)

Me: "Damn yeng wei his suit."
Nick: "Of course wear suit la. So old, going to retire and become coach ma. :D :D :D"

Sei Nick lah. Gary will be back next season okay. -_-"

So while Streamyx is working fine for me this lazy Saturday morning, and while I'm still in a very semangat spirit to get some colour into this space, I present photos of darling 2-month old Jayden like the very proud aunty family member I am.






There are tons of other cute pictures of Melia's birthday and of the fam but they're all in Yee Soh's cam, so I'll probably never get them. And we had the biggest cake ever. A 3 kg Winnie the Pooh cake which we barely devoured a quarter. Ughh.

The kids made Mother's Day cards in school yesterday and I took a peek at Joel's and inside a very distorted looking heart-shape, he wrote:

"I love my mummy very much because she can cook and she always lets me play PSP and PS2."

LOLLLLLL.

Anyway, after that I went over to MF's big 21st bash. The theme? Beach party.






Thanks darling MF for the wonderful blast (and all the alco provided, btw. lol.). I hope you had a great night, or rather what you can remember from the night. Happy 21st again dear. May we celebrate many more birthdays together to come!

And of course, since I didn't blog for all of April - April babies, this is for you!







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I'm still in love with Gavin DeGraw's In Love With A Girl after three months. Dude's a genius. I can't wait to get my hands on the new album.

"So many people gonna say that they want you,
To try to get you thinking they really care,
But there's nothing like the warmth of the one who has put in the time and you know he's gonna be there,
Back your border when she knows someone crossed it,
Don't let nobody put you down, who you're with
Take the pain of protecting your name,
From the crutch to the cane to the highwire."

Go download go download go download!



And thanks to Bryan and MTV in the MUSA Lounge yesterday, Jesse McCartney is still in my head. Hee.

"No stress, no stress, no stress
Girl you deserve nothing but the best."

I'm going to try repeating that like a mantra and see if it helps reduce assignment stress. Lol.

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Boss, ada rokok tak?"

Mamak guy: "Adaaaaa.. *points behind* Kat 7-11 belakang tu."

Hahahaha.

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Till next post, people. <3> The words to the newly surfaced Jason Mraz/James Morrison duet are beautiful. And the simple lilting melody comforts me. Two of my favourites and now they've even collaborated. 'Tis gonna be a good day now.

Hokay. First proper post in the new-ish blog. Just got back from Piccadilly's with Sharm, Tay and Teoh - very cheap beer, good company, good music and a Taboo set.

I have to admit, my blog looks so naked. I'm so not used to my empty sidebar and having a white background, but yeah, clean slate. Looking back at the entries when I first started, I somehow feel older and wiser. I think differently, I write differently, I express myself differently. Strange what a couple of years can do to you. I'm glad a kept a blog throughout all those years. Great to look back at, especially say ten years from now. Gosh.

Not that there's anything much to blog about since all I've been doing is assignment after assignment, test after test. In the past two weeks, I must have churned out about 9000 words in total for all my assignments I've handed in so far. So imagine, when I'm writing so many words on a daily basis, what more is there for me to possibly write here? Heh. Assignments have been slowly eating away at my life, I swear. I haven't seen the chi-muis in what feels like forever.

But yeah, uni has been just that. Uni. Assignments. It's the rush period of the semester where everything is due and you have no time to study and basically after you finish resting and fooling around after ending the last assignment, exams are right round the corner and you're feeling screwed and totally unprepared. It's been four semesters and yet I still can't get used to this time window.

Plus, my exam timetable is hell-ish. 13, 16, 17, 18 June. Monash must really hate me, I swear. The only bright side is that I finish in time for Mary's 21st celebration. God knows I'll be dire need of booze and pounding music by the time I've finished with finals.

I really would post up pictures of MF's 21st alco-fest and pictures of two-month old baby Jayden but Streamyx really hates me. And I really hate stupid inefficient customer support technicians. I was on the phone for 13 minutes with a Streamyx guy this afternoon and half the time was taken up to verify that the account was really under my name. -_-" And you know how they always go like "A for America, B for Bangkok, C for China" to make sure they have your user name right? So this guy wants to check W (which I don't get btw, since I'm pretty sure none of the remaining 25 alphabets sound remotely like a double-u) and he can't seem to think of any country/state that begins with W. So he goes "W for errr..." and after five seconds, he finally lamely goes, "...for wau?" Wau? Gosh, kill me lahhh.

After what seems like forever, he still couldn't point me through the troubleshooting process and I got so fed up that I just told him I'd call back again later. Bengang betul. Which now leaves me still with horrible internet. And here I thought I'd left all my internet woes back in Australia.

So, nothing in this post was close to interesting, eh. Ugh. Story of my life right now, unfortunately. I can't wait for exams to be over. Holiday project, here we come.

MUtd tomorrow, can't wait. :) FTW, for the EPL!

p/s: Eh, and come and talk to me in my new tagboard lah. It's getting very lonely, okay.

Acoustic music; the simple melodic strumming of strings, pure unadulterated raw voices through the new Edifier speakers - present from the second brother - keeps me going through the wee hours of the morning.

Somewhere along the years, I've lost the ability to concentrate on academic work with music around, so it's just those five-minute assignment breaks where Winamp accompanies me with acoustic goodness with the old air-con whirring in tune to the music. Sometimes I succumb to the mindless hopping of Facebook pages, sometimes I stare idly through space and just listen.

It's soothing, therapeutic even. And then the song ends, and I have to get back to reality or rather, few thousand word assignments and the next cycle begins.

This time tomorrow, I shall be reacquainting myself with the pillow. Watching the idiot box. Browsing online shopping blogs. Reading utterly useless yet sadly addictive Hollywood goss. Doing nothing that is at all beneficial. Just for a day. And then it's bad to the nosegrind with late nights and the next acoustic song my playlist holds.

Music and writing. Sometimes I even forget how good that is for the soul. Or well rather, my soul.

So, third year has been really stressful thus far. Finding way around the new campus (which is really nice, btw), dealing with the Malaysian style of teaching again, very unfamiliar faces. Being away for one year and only coming back in third year when everyone already has their established groups and cliques in tutorials and lectures is especially difficult. Assignments are coming up soon, due on 3rd April. BOO.

Baby Jayden is super super adorable and growing so quickly. And omg, he eats a lot. Poor Evelyn has to feed him every other hour because he refuses to sleep, and obviously, if he's not sleeping, what else can he do? Lol.

That other night Jayden was lying on the bed, sleeping, and then Joel came upstairs to lie beside him. I don't think the kids are very aware of how fragile a new born is, so as you can imagine, the bigger buffaloes crowd around him all the time and poke him frequently (well to them, they're actually sayang-ing him, but errr well, it's a very hard and painful sayang, probably). So Jayden was sleeping, and we were chastising Joel about how loud his voice would sound to the baby when he shouts, and how painful it would be for a little baby, and for some reason he started laughing. -_-

So fine, we shhh-ed him because the baby was sleeping, but he just couldn't stop laughing. I don't know why on earth he was so tickled, but he just kept on laughing and laughing and covering his mouth with both hands and failing miserably to keep the volume low, that finally he said to Eve and I, "Excuse me for a moment". (Yeah, I know, how formal.)

He then jumps off the bed, runs out of the room, slams the door, and you can literally HEAR HIM EXPLODE WITH LAUGHTER OUTSIDE THE DOOR WHILE SLAPPING THE FLOOR LIKE ITS THE FUNNIEST THING IN THE WORLD. After about thirty seconds of howling laughter, he comes back in sheepishly and sits down on the bed. And obviously, by now Evelyn

The poor kid (who is always being dressed in pink and flowers and girly mittens by Evelyn - who probably subconsciously wants a girl, lol) is going to have to get very used to noise if he's going to survive in my house.

And sigh, I'm sitting in the library at 10:35 in the morning waiting for my second replacement lecture to start when in actual fact, I didn't have any classes today. Sigh. What good is a public holiday when we have to replace it anyway? I'd much rather come on the Thursday, and have my Friday off, so that I can have my ladies night out on Thursday. -_- Was supposed to with Sharm and the gang whom I haven't see in donkey years and bam! the lecturer throws a curveball in the form of a freaking 8 a.m. class on Friday morning your way. And if he didn't make such a big deal out of the lecture and how important it was for finals, I probably would've skipped it anyway.

So yes, I'm annoyed at him, in case you couldn't tell. Lol. Sigh, am bored, but had better go print lecture notes so that's it for now. I'm trying to get back into the hang of this, but for some reason it feels vaguely infamiliar. Hmm.

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Oh oh oh oh and OTH ep. 12 was/is love. I want to steal Nathan AND little Jamie, ahhh omg so cute.

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And F1! Sepang! Sepang has always been good to Kimi, so please Kimi? Win? Or even better, Alonso to crash out and be all annoyed? Heh. :) and I are laughing so hard at his antics, that now, the poor baby wakes up. Heh.