I swear, the Melbourne weather hates me.
I woke up at 8:30 a.m. to an extremely sunny, bright sky. Which is a rare occurrence in Caulfield. So, the housewife in me decides to drag my lazy ass out of bed, wash up hurriedly and do my humongous pile of laundry.
So, fast-forward an hour later, the sky is still pleasantly sunny and my laundry is done. I go out to hang it all up, because Mummy always says that you need to hang your clothes out under the sun to kill germs (See, she taught me well.). I think she's been saying it since I was four years old or something.
Anyway, NOT the point. The point was, I happily finished hanging up all my laundry. And almost immediately, like how it only happens on TV, the sky turned grey. The sun went back to sleep. And I was left with a full load of laundry, stupidly hanging in my backyard under a gloomy, sun-less sky.
GRRRRR.
On a lighter note, the zoo was damn fun. We were complete tourists and snapped about a million photos. (Okay, so a million is an exaggeration, but I still think 251 photos is plenty) Saw the cutest little penguins ever, one of which I named Phillip. Because of Phillip Island and its penguins. Shut up, I know you're laughing at me. -_-
It was just really fun, because the zoo was very well-done and well-kept and there was tons of animals. And you could really get up-close to the docile ones. Very cool. I last went to the zoo in Malaysia when I was about five with Ching. Don't know if it has improved much since then, but if it hasn't, then it can't compare to the Melbourne Zoo. A must-go if you like animals.
I also have a new affinity for giraffes. Lol.
The cutest little things EVER. :)
I'll try to put the other pictures up ASAP, so you can see how much fun I had. Hee.
That's about all for today, going to go to the DFO in Cheltenham later. But I'm only going to watch Quinnie and YK shop. Not shopping myself. Well, except maybe a pair of black ballet flats. But that's ALL. I'm broke. (And I'm going to keep repeating that to myself under my breath like a mantra when I see something that tempts me.)
But if it's cheap and good value for it's money... then I'd be stupid and out of my mind to NOT buy it right?
Ugh, the perils of shopping.
I woke up at 8:30 a.m. to an extremely sunny, bright sky. Which is a rare occurrence in Caulfield. So, the housewife in me decides to drag my lazy ass out of bed, wash up hurriedly and do my humongous pile of laundry.
So, fast-forward an hour later, the sky is still pleasantly sunny and my laundry is done. I go out to hang it all up, because Mummy always says that you need to hang your clothes out under the sun to kill germs (See, she taught me well.). I think she's been saying it since I was four years old or something.
Anyway, NOT the point. The point was, I happily finished hanging up all my laundry. And almost immediately, like how it only happens on TV, the sky turned grey. The sun went back to sleep. And I was left with a full load of laundry, stupidly hanging in my backyard under a gloomy, sun-less sky.
GRRRRR.
On a lighter note, the zoo was damn fun. We were complete tourists and snapped about a million photos. (Okay, so a million is an exaggeration, but I still think 251 photos is plenty) Saw the cutest little penguins ever, one of which I named Phillip. Because of Phillip Island and its penguins. Shut up, I know you're laughing at me. -_-
It was just really fun, because the zoo was very well-done and well-kept and there was tons of animals. And you could really get up-close to the docile ones. Very cool. I last went to the zoo in Malaysia when I was about five with Ching. Don't know if it has improved much since then, but if it hasn't, then it can't compare to the Melbourne Zoo. A must-go if you like animals.
I also have a new affinity for giraffes. Lol.
The cutest little things EVER. :)
I'll try to put the other pictures up ASAP, so you can see how much fun I had. Hee.
That's about all for today, going to go to the DFO in Cheltenham later. But I'm only going to watch Quinnie and YK shop. Not shopping myself. Well, except maybe a pair of black ballet flats. But that's ALL. I'm broke. (And I'm going to keep repeating that to myself under my breath like a mantra when I see something that tempts me.)
But if it's cheap and good value for it's money... then I'd be stupid and out of my mind to NOT buy it right?
Ugh, the perils of shopping.
Yes, I know I'm an awful blogger when exams are over. Look at how much I updated out of procrastination and boredom during my finals. Tsk.
Anyway, about to be off to the zoo in about ten-fifteen minutes, I think. Yes, I said the zoo. In winter. That's exactly how bored we are.
Oh goodness, I hope it doesn't rain.
P/S: My work permit has FINALLY been approved. Geez, after so long. What, my name sounds like a terrorist's or something?
Anyway, about to be off to the zoo in about ten-fifteen minutes, I think. Yes, I said the zoo. In winter. That's exactly how bored we are.
Oh goodness, I hope it doesn't rain.
P/S: My work permit has FINALLY been approved. Geez, after so long. What, my name sounds like a terrorist's or something?
I can't for the life of me understand what was so special about last weekend, but apparently England footballers found it to be very special indeed. Four, yes, four of them tied the knot. John Terry on Friday, Gary Neville, Steven Gerrard and Michael Carrick on Saturday. I mean, yes, I know it's off-season, but surely there could be other weekends other than that one? Heh. Talk about off-pitch rivalry, making everyone choose which wedding to attend. Lol.
John & Toni Terry.
I'm very amazed at how quickly the magazine hit the stands. It was out, say maybe three to four days after their wedding? They sold their wedding picture rights to some magazine like how David Beckham did.
The couple with Ashley & Cheryl Cole, and Rooney & Colleen.
Picture of Frank Lampard in a suit, especially for Mary.
Michael Carrick and his high-school sweetheart Lisa Roughead. Lol, that guy's hair on the right, looks like a mop.
Gary with Phil's son. Aww. Phil was his best man.
Gary & Emma Neville.
I like her flowers and her dress... and her husband.
Sigh. Wedding pictures are so sweet.
I couldn't find any pictures of their wedding, so I suppose they also sold the rights to their wedding photos to some gossip magazine like John Terry, just that it hasn't hit the press yet. Should be out soon.
She kinda reminds me of Paris Hilton. Whether that's a good thing or bad, you decide.
And while we're on the topic of weddings, here's two excerpts on David Beckham's wedding from his biography and Gary as his best man.
"The next morning, I was pacing about in the corridor getting myself nervous about what lay ahead. I found myself outside Gary's room and I could hear talking. He couldn't be on the phone: there wasn't one in the room. The stone walls of the castle meant he'd be lucky to get decent reception on his mobile. I couldn't help wondering what he was up to. I opened the door as quietly as I could. Gary was standing there in front of the mirror, holding a can of deodorant in front of his face like a microphone, practising his speech. I knew how he was feeling, of course, after the time I'd had the night before. But I burst out laughing anyway. Gary did too. It was going to be a big day all round. I realised how seriously he was taking it when the manicurist arrived. And I was honoured: Gaz had waited for my wedding day to get his nails done for the first time in his life."
"And then, to Gary: without me knowing, my best man had asked Victoria to lend him one of her sarongs. By the time we got to his speech, everybody had had enough wine to be right in the mood. I didn't have a clue what he was going to say. Or do. It was a good start, anyway, him standing up wearing this sarong. Gary was really funny, although maybe the funniest thing of all was by accident. Every time he cracked a joke, he forgot to take the microphone away from in front of his mouth. What happened to all that practice with the can of deodorant? It meant you could hear Gary giggling away to himself at his own jokes. He was as nervous as I'd been, but Gary was great. The whole day was."
*
Their BFF-ness is too cute. But Becks was too busy playing his last match for Real Madrid and didn't make it to Gary's wedding. How can?
Click here for a more pat-kua write-up on the four weddings over that weekend and have a moment of silence for Mary, Sharm and I for the loss of Terry, Gerrard and Neville.
John & Toni Terry.
I'm very amazed at how quickly the magazine hit the stands. It was out, say maybe three to four days after their wedding? They sold their wedding picture rights to some magazine like how David Beckham did.
The couple with Ashley & Cheryl Cole, and Rooney & Colleen.
Picture of Frank Lampard in a suit, especially for Mary.
Michael Carrick and his high-school sweetheart Lisa Roughead. Lol, that guy's hair on the right, looks like a mop.
Gary with Phil's son. Aww. Phil was his best man.
Gary & Emma Neville.
I like her flowers and her dress... and her husband.
Sigh. Wedding pictures are so sweet.
I couldn't find any pictures of their wedding, so I suppose they also sold the rights to their wedding photos to some gossip magazine like John Terry, just that it hasn't hit the press yet. Should be out soon.
She kinda reminds me of Paris Hilton. Whether that's a good thing or bad, you decide.
And while we're on the topic of weddings, here's two excerpts on David Beckham's wedding from his biography and Gary as his best man.
"The next morning, I was pacing about in the corridor getting myself nervous about what lay ahead. I found myself outside Gary's room and I could hear talking. He couldn't be on the phone: there wasn't one in the room. The stone walls of the castle meant he'd be lucky to get decent reception on his mobile. I couldn't help wondering what he was up to. I opened the door as quietly as I could. Gary was standing there in front of the mirror, holding a can of deodorant in front of his face like a microphone, practising his speech. I knew how he was feeling, of course, after the time I'd had the night before. But I burst out laughing anyway. Gary did too. It was going to be a big day all round. I realised how seriously he was taking it when the manicurist arrived. And I was honoured: Gaz had waited for my wedding day to get his nails done for the first time in his life."
"And then, to Gary: without me knowing, my best man had asked Victoria to lend him one of her sarongs. By the time we got to his speech, everybody had had enough wine to be right in the mood. I didn't have a clue what he was going to say. Or do. It was a good start, anyway, him standing up wearing this sarong. Gary was really funny, although maybe the funniest thing of all was by accident. Every time he cracked a joke, he forgot to take the microphone away from in front of his mouth. What happened to all that practice with the can of deodorant? It meant you could hear Gary giggling away to himself at his own jokes. He was as nervous as I'd been, but Gary was great. The whole day was."
*
Their BFF-ness is too cute. But Becks was too busy playing his last match for Real Madrid and didn't make it to Gary's wedding. How can?
Click here for a more pat-kua write-up on the four weddings over that weekend and have a moment of silence for Mary, Sharm and I for the loss of Terry, Gerrard and Neville.
I am done with finals! Okay, so I was actually done on Friday, 12:50 p.m., but yeah, you get the idea. Went to DFO with Serena after that, and shopped till our heart's desire. I bought a $4.95 bag. *is proud*
We cooked nasi lemak, with chicken rendang on Saturday, with honeydew sago for dessert. Yum. Sunday was more shopping, this time at Bridge Road. Pretty disappointing. Nothing much unlike the beginning of the year when we practically raided the shops there. Lol.
Today was a collapse-at-home-day. Mopping floor, cleaning room, stacking up all my over-and-done-with textbooks and notes. Lazing around and eating nasi lemak leftovers.
Oh, apparently there was a shooting this morning at Flinder's in the city. I had no idea till Caryn told me. Scary shit. I've always thought Australia was a safe place, compared to the US where you hear of school shootings once in maybe two years. Case in point, Virginia Tech. You can't walk into say, Target, and purchase a gun like you might be able to in the States. And yet, this morning, there was a gun-wielding guy, letting off 6-7 shots in the CBD. Pretty scary stuff. Any one of us could've easily been there. Friends living in the city could've been easily walking down the street.
Let's hope this is not the first of more to come in Melbourne. May the one victim rest in peace, and the other two heal as quickly as possible.
Okay, this was not meant to be a depressing post. Sorry.
OTH Season 4 finale was possibly the smiley-est, happiest episode EVER. The way it all ended. Damn sweet. Damn nice. Baby James Lucas Scott. Obsessive adorable Nathan & Haley. Brooke and OMG-so-awesome-Chase. The BFF-ness of Lucas and Haley. Brotherhood. The Rivercourt. Dance routine to Spice Girls. I've been watching it a few times over. Lol. Jasmine and I might have spent an hour this afternoon obsessing about OTH and Season 5. Hah! :D
Serena's going home on the 20th and I am going to be so bored. Lucky thing Ching finishes after that, and we are going to goeat shop have fun!
My stupid work permit STILL hasn't arrived. I'm so annoyed. At the rate this stupid thing is going, I'm only going to be able to work for about two weeks, one week of which I want to volunteer at the Monash Abroad orientation for Semester 2. Grrr. Why is the stupid immigration taking so long? I hope they haven't rejected my application. Joachim got his easily, I remember. Please come tomorrow, work permit.
I am going to completely die for Semester 2. I'm taking two third-year units because of the exchange - all the units have been screwed up because not everything is available in Caulfield and yada yada. Don't want to bore you with the inside works of the Monash curricular system. Long story short, I'm doing two third-year units next semester and might possibly die. That is, if I don't already die on the 13th of July, aka results day.
Ehhh. This post is heading back down the depressing lane. Better end it now. Love you all! xoxo.
We cooked nasi lemak, with chicken rendang on Saturday, with honeydew sago for dessert. Yum. Sunday was more shopping, this time at Bridge Road. Pretty disappointing. Nothing much unlike the beginning of the year when we practically raided the shops there. Lol.
Today was a collapse-at-home-day. Mopping floor, cleaning room, stacking up all my over-and-done-with textbooks and notes. Lazing around and eating nasi lemak leftovers.
Oh, apparently there was a shooting this morning at Flinder's in the city. I had no idea till Caryn told me. Scary shit. I've always thought Australia was a safe place, compared to the US where you hear of school shootings once in maybe two years. Case in point, Virginia Tech. You can't walk into say, Target, and purchase a gun like you might be able to in the States. And yet, this morning, there was a gun-wielding guy, letting off 6-7 shots in the CBD. Pretty scary stuff. Any one of us could've easily been there. Friends living in the city could've been easily walking down the street.
Let's hope this is not the first of more to come in Melbourne. May the one victim rest in peace, and the other two heal as quickly as possible.
Okay, this was not meant to be a depressing post. Sorry.
OTH Season 4 finale was possibly the smiley-est, happiest episode EVER. The way it all ended. Damn sweet. Damn nice. Baby James Lucas Scott. Obsessive adorable Nathan & Haley. Brooke and OMG-so-awesome-Chase. The BFF-ness of Lucas and Haley. Brotherhood. The Rivercourt. Dance routine to Spice Girls. I've been watching it a few times over. Lol. Jasmine and I might have spent an hour this afternoon obsessing about OTH and Season 5. Hah! :D
Serena's going home on the 20th and I am going to be so bored. Lucky thing Ching finishes after that, and we are going to go
My stupid work permit STILL hasn't arrived. I'm so annoyed. At the rate this stupid thing is going, I'm only going to be able to work for about two weeks, one week of which I want to volunteer at the Monash Abroad orientation for Semester 2. Grrr. Why is the stupid immigration taking so long? I hope they haven't rejected my application. Joachim got his easily, I remember. Please come tomorrow, work permit.
I am going to completely die for Semester 2. I'm taking two third-year units because of the exchange - all the units have been screwed up because not everything is available in Caulfield and yada yada. Don't want to bore you with the inside works of the Monash curricular system. Long story short, I'm doing two third-year units next semester and might possibly die. That is, if I don't already die on the 13th of July, aka results day.
Ehhh. This post is heading back down the depressing lane. Better end it now. Love you all! xoxo.
First up, about AFF2851. Ugh. May this be the last time I ever complain about you.
You know, my standard answer to my parents whenever they ask me how an exam went, would be, "Okay-lahhh." Over the years, I've learnt to give this answer to my parents, because if I say it went really well, then they get their hopes up really, really high; and if I say I did really badly, they will go, "Oh, see lahhh. Ask you don't go out so much already". -_-" So yes, 'okay-lah' becomes my favourite answer.
But AFF2851, aka Accounting Info Systems and Financial Modelling, aka possibly most redundant unit I've ever taken besides Management MGW1010 (Okay, the AIS part, that is), aka Wen's weakest unit because she's just plainly shit-useless at spreadsheets and Excel and all that jazz, was definitely not 'okay'. It was so awful, omg. I pray I pass. Seriously. I do not want to start failing units now, especially all the way here and when my parents are paying more for me to be here. And I do not want to be failing this unit of all units. Gulp.
On a brighter note, this much down! Hee. The ruler, I added for effect, just to emphasize how much it really is. Out of my life you go!
Okay, on to the next thing: my daddy.
Recently, there apparently was a problem with AMO contact lens solution. Apparently all over the news or something like that. Maybe it was broadcast here either, I have no idea, but yeah, my dad called me from Malaysia about two weeks ago to tell me about it.
Me: (checks caller ID) Hi, Pa!
Papa: EH WHAT CONTACT LENS SOLUTION DO YOU USE?
Me: (taken aback) Err...
Papa: ARE YOU USING AMO?
Me: A...M...O?
Papa: CAN GET CANCER YOU KNOW!
LOL. No, nothing so drastic, but apparently all the AMO Complete MoisturePlus solutions for sale in the market were recalled by AMO because it apparently it was found that users of this solution had seven times greater risk to Acanthamoeba keratitis, which can apparently cause cornea ulcertaion and cause severe loss of vision, temporarily or even completely.
My father, the drama queen.
Want to know how I knew all that? Easy.
Today, I got a letter from my dad. I was so happy when I saw it in the mail. Was actually waiting for my work permit to come from the immigration, but instead saw this, and instantly recognised my dad's awful scrawl.
So I so very excitedly thought, "Hmm, what could it be? It's so thin...ooh, MAYBE IT'S A CHEQUE." [/dream]
Ripped it open, all happy at the prospect of mail and what do I find?
.
.
.
.
Newspaper clippings of the AMO situation. -_-" The Star, Tuesday 29th May 2007, pg. 27 of the Nation section. LOL! I had a good laugh when I saw it. Papa, oh Papa. How I love your quirkiness so.
Serena had a good laugh too when I showed her. She thinks my dad is extremely hilarious now, I think. Lol.
Serena: (laughing) "What you think your mother would have said lah?
Me: "She would have laughed at him or... (pauses to think) Eyy, she could have been the one who asked him to do it too! (laughs somemore)
My parents are so funny. I blame all my weirdness on them, lol.
*
So yes, my brother came awhile ago, as most of you probably already know. They left on the Saturday after my first paper, and called from the airport as they were going through customs. Sigh. Got a little teary when Josh said in a teensy-tiny voice, "Buh-bye Wen Kor *sniffle*". I swear that little boy's going to be a heartbreaker one day.
Pictures of our yumchar lunch! (Yes, yum cha here refers to having dim sum in the day, people. I know it's weird, lol. Everytime someone here mentions yum cha I get a flash of Maybank mamak and Murni's.)
Cheeky-darlin' Joel and I. He's so tall. And it's just been four months! How come he seems like he grew so much?
Amelia sweetie pie, and my awesome brother. Isn't she super adorable? She's such a sweetheart and can walk so well now. And I think she still remembers me, because she warmed up to me straight away and let me carry her and stuff when I went over to Su's parents house for dinner. Sigh. She's so cuuuute. I'm missing her already.
Adorable Josh.
Su, Melia and Josh. Su's hair looks sooo different now, I was so shocked, hee.
Serena came too! This picture was taken by Joel, all by himself. Proud sial.
Me, Josh and half of Joel. Sigh. Good time.
Wen Kor misses you all already, darling boys and girl. And the darling big adult boy and girl too. Lol. Can't wait to see you guys again.
*
Zhen Han's family came to visit a week ago, and his mum was the sweetest ever. She stayed at home, cooking us meals to store in the fridge so we could just reheat all the stuff during our exams to eat. She made nyonya ba-chang, and curry chicken (which I didn't have because I was sick, boo), and dumplings with dear Yao.
I know you all are jealous. Lol. Especially YK.
Proof that it wasn't just a picture of dumplings in a restaurant. Hee. We have the actual steamer and all too, now.
*
Geez, I know I said exam-hiatus. But, then I come and post a meaty picspam. Tsk. I've been so awesome at procrastinating. I'd sit around, read a few lines, and think, 'oh hmm, I should clip my toenails'. Random, I know!
Then, I'd read another few lines, fiddle with my hair, and think, 'oh, it's been awhile since I plucked my eyebrows'.
Fine. All happy and plucked, I'd sit down again, read say another paragraph or so, and get up again. This time to moisturise the area which I've plucked because it felt dry.
Fast-forward to the next day during studying: 'OMG, I just plucked my eyebrows yesterday. How come there's hair there again so fast? o.O'. Either my eyebrows have super-hero insta-growth powers, or my moisturer is a mangkin for quick hair regrowth. Or maybe I'm just blind. Heh.
Okay, enough rambling for tonight. I have to go study Cost Info now, but all this rambling has made me so tired. Sheesh.
See you all on Friday after freedom. Ooh wait, maybe I'll see you all on Saturday instead. Since I plan to be outttttttt the whole of Friday after the paper. Hee.
P/S: Ms. Caryn Yan gets a special sentence because she's got a Financial Accounting paper tomorrow and it sounds like a bitch-hard subject. ): Talk to you soon! All the best to others taking FA too- Sotong, and I'm not sure who else. Jasmine? Are you taking FA too? If yes, good luck!
P/P/S: Kelly Clarkson's new album, I like. There's a song named Chivas. How not to like? Lol. But yes, it's awesome, and I love.
P/P/P/S: The OCD-ness in me has managed to obtain the help of an online photo-resizer and yay, everything looks better again. :P
You know, my standard answer to my parents whenever they ask me how an exam went, would be, "Okay-lahhh." Over the years, I've learnt to give this answer to my parents, because if I say it went really well, then they get their hopes up really, really high; and if I say I did really badly, they will go, "Oh, see lahhh. Ask you don't go out so much already". -_-" So yes, 'okay-lah' becomes my favourite answer.
But AFF2851, aka Accounting Info Systems and Financial Modelling, aka possibly most redundant unit I've ever taken besides Management MGW1010 (Okay, the AIS part, that is), aka Wen's weakest unit because she's just plainly shit-useless at spreadsheets and Excel and all that jazz, was definitely not 'okay'. It was so awful, omg. I pray I pass. Seriously. I do not want to start failing units now, especially all the way here and when my parents are paying more for me to be here. And I do not want to be failing this unit of all units. Gulp.
On a brighter note, this much down! Hee. The ruler, I added for effect, just to emphasize how much it really is. Out of my life you go!
Okay, on to the next thing: my daddy.
Recently, there apparently was a problem with AMO contact lens solution. Apparently all over the news or something like that. Maybe it was broadcast here either, I have no idea, but yeah, my dad called me from Malaysia about two weeks ago to tell me about it.
Me: (checks caller ID) Hi, Pa!
Papa: EH WHAT CONTACT LENS SOLUTION DO YOU USE?
Me: (taken aback) Err...
Papa: ARE YOU USING AMO?
Me: A...M...O?
Papa: CAN GET CANCER YOU KNOW!
LOL. No, nothing so drastic, but apparently all the AMO Complete MoisturePlus solutions for sale in the market were recalled by AMO because it apparently it was found that users of this solution had seven times greater risk to Acanthamoeba keratitis, which can apparently cause cornea ulcertaion and cause severe loss of vision, temporarily or even completely.
My father, the drama queen.
Want to know how I knew all that? Easy.
Today, I got a letter from my dad. I was so happy when I saw it in the mail. Was actually waiting for my work permit to come from the immigration, but instead saw this, and instantly recognised my dad's awful scrawl.
So I so very excitedly thought, "Hmm, what could it be? It's so thin...ooh, MAYBE IT'S A CHEQUE." [/dream]
Ripped it open, all happy at the prospect of mail and what do I find?
.
.
.
.
Newspaper clippings of the AMO situation. -_-" The Star, Tuesday 29th May 2007, pg. 27 of the Nation section. LOL! I had a good laugh when I saw it. Papa, oh Papa. How I love your quirkiness so.
Serena had a good laugh too when I showed her. She thinks my dad is extremely hilarious now, I think. Lol.
Serena: (laughing) "What you think your mother would have said lah?
Me: "She would have laughed at him or... (pauses to think) Eyy, she could have been the one who asked him to do it too! (laughs somemore)
My parents are so funny. I blame all my weirdness on them, lol.
*
So yes, my brother came awhile ago, as most of you probably already know. They left on the Saturday after my first paper, and called from the airport as they were going through customs. Sigh. Got a little teary when Josh said in a teensy-tiny voice, "Buh-bye Wen Kor *sniffle*". I swear that little boy's going to be a heartbreaker one day.
Pictures of our yumchar lunch! (Yes, yum cha here refers to having dim sum in the day, people. I know it's weird, lol. Everytime someone here mentions yum cha I get a flash of Maybank mamak and Murni's.)
Cheeky-darlin' Joel and I. He's so tall. And it's just been four months! How come he seems like he grew so much?
Amelia sweetie pie, and my awesome brother. Isn't she super adorable? She's such a sweetheart and can walk so well now. And I think she still remembers me, because she warmed up to me straight away and let me carry her and stuff when I went over to Su's parents house for dinner. Sigh. She's so cuuuute. I'm missing her already.
Adorable Josh.
Su, Melia and Josh. Su's hair looks sooo different now, I was so shocked, hee.
Serena came too! This picture was taken by Joel, all by himself. Proud sial.
Me, Josh and half of Joel. Sigh. Good time.
Wen Kor misses you all already, darling boys and girl. And the darling big adult boy and girl too. Lol. Can't wait to see you guys again.
*
Zhen Han's family came to visit a week ago, and his mum was the sweetest ever. She stayed at home, cooking us meals to store in the fridge so we could just reheat all the stuff during our exams to eat. She made nyonya ba-chang, and curry chicken (which I didn't have because I was sick, boo), and dumplings with dear Yao.
I know you all are jealous. Lol. Especially YK.
Proof that it wasn't just a picture of dumplings in a restaurant. Hee. We have the actual steamer and all too, now.
*
Geez, I know I said exam-hiatus. But, then I come and post a meaty picspam. Tsk. I've been so awesome at procrastinating. I'd sit around, read a few lines, and think, 'oh hmm, I should clip my toenails'. Random, I know!
Then, I'd read another few lines, fiddle with my hair, and think, 'oh, it's been awhile since I plucked my eyebrows'.
Fine. All happy and plucked, I'd sit down again, read say another paragraph or so, and get up again. This time to moisturise the area which I've plucked because it felt dry.
Fast-forward to the next day during studying: 'OMG, I just plucked my eyebrows yesterday. How come there's hair there again so fast? o.O'. Either my eyebrows have super-hero insta-growth powers, or my moisturer is a mangkin for quick hair regrowth. Or maybe I'm just blind. Heh.
Okay, enough rambling for tonight. I have to go study Cost Info now, but all this rambling has made me so tired. Sheesh.
See you all on Friday after freedom. Ooh wait, maybe I'll see you all on Saturday instead. Since I plan to be outttttttt the whole of Friday after the paper. Hee.
P/S: Ms. Caryn Yan gets a special sentence because she's got a Financial Accounting paper tomorrow and it sounds like a bitch-hard subject. ): Talk to you soon! All the best to others taking FA too- Sotong, and I'm not sure who else. Jasmine? Are you taking FA too? If yes, good luck!
P/P/S: Kelly Clarkson's new album, I like. There's a song named Chivas. How not to like? Lol. But yes, it's awesome, and I love.
P/P/P/S: The OCD-ness in me has managed to obtain the help of an online photo-resizer and yay, everything looks better again. :P
