the simplest, most profoundly wondrous things in life are understated and priceless.
take the glass of white wine sitted in front of me, for example. chilled, clear and crisp with just the right amount of sweetness. you take a quick sip, but you cannot help but be drawn to take another. and another. you're fascinated by the perfectly shaped wine glass, and very much hooked on its content. the cost? $13 from safeway's liquor section, courtesy of hui ting.
the taste doesnt linger in your mouth, unlike reds. yet the exquisite flavour makes it special. this unique self-infused sensation curls around your senses, giving a substantial amount of happy vibes that have been sorely lacking in reserves.
priceless.
May 17, 2006
May 15, 2006
take hold of the reins
DHT is driving me nuts. the beats just keep on pumping, but i cannot muster the energy to change the song. yes, im too lazy to even take my hands off the keyboard and move the mouse to the windows media player icon at the bottom of the screen.
another monday has come and passed just like that.
the weekly UR summary.
a meeting of seven, sharing, bonding, working. outbursts of laughter, indignation and constructive criticism. high expectations, more pressure. commitment, but how is it measured? it makes you question the drive in you, and how far you are willing to go. develop and build. practice and conquer, with just the right amount of confidence and dedication. intriguing thoughts. to be dissected and analysed with much care. take caution, be prepared emotionally. wise words that will remain empty with inaction.
take a step back, evaluate objectively. mental notes are not to be forgotten.
recommended:
chris botti- irresistible bliss
dave koz- honey-dipped
calms the mind, injects some sense.
FOOOOOOD!! i am obssessed, officially.
if there were 25 hours a day 8 days a week, would you have more time?
if other instant noodles didnt have MSG, would indomee do as well here?
if i was thinner, had bigger eyes and more intelligence, would i be happier?
if you could take a peek into the future, would you grab the chance?
what happens to the thrill of surprises then? the possibility that something great can happen? that our future is better than we can actually foresee... because inside every single one of us is a fighter.
another monday has come and passed just like that.
the weekly UR summary.
a meeting of seven, sharing, bonding, working. outbursts of laughter, indignation and constructive criticism. high expectations, more pressure. commitment, but how is it measured? it makes you question the drive in you, and how far you are willing to go. develop and build. practice and conquer, with just the right amount of confidence and dedication. intriguing thoughts. to be dissected and analysed with much care. take caution, be prepared emotionally. wise words that will remain empty with inaction.
take a step back, evaluate objectively. mental notes are not to be forgotten.
recommended:
chris botti- irresistible bliss
dave koz- honey-dipped
calms the mind, injects some sense.
FOOOOOOD!! i am obssessed, officially.
if there were 25 hours a day 8 days a week, would you have more time?
if other instant noodles didnt have MSG, would indomee do as well here?
if i was thinner, had bigger eyes and more intelligence, would i be happier?
if you could take a peek into the future, would you grab the chance?
what happens to the thrill of surprises then? the possibility that something great can happen? that our future is better than we can actually foresee... because inside every single one of us is a fighter.
May 12, 2006
pasar victoria
every now and then, you land yourself a surprise.
side by side in the market, vibrant colours of red, green and yellow grab your attention. the smooth layer of fuji apples tempt you, the cheap bak choys and broccoli remind you to be healthy, the lobster, oh my, tantalizing. the weight on your hands keep increasing. cash outflows persist when the heart is weak. for food. until you realize the fridge might not fit your buys.
selamat datang ke wabak suri rumah. yang termurah tak terhenti-henti beli. yang besar mencubit hati. yang manis lagilah nak makan.
it's so enchanting, really, the little things that make you fly. omgosh cheap grocery shopping gets me high. it's almost as good as watching fairytales!the good ol times, watching in awe and envy as snow white got her kiss of life from her prince..
which brings me to reflect on how the soundtracks to our favourite classics can hold so much meaning..
Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Than somebody bends
Unexpectedly
Just a little change
Small, to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast
Ever just the same
Ever a surprise
Ever as before
Ever just as sure
As the sun will arise
Tale as old as time
Tune as old as song
Bittersweet and strange
Finding you can change
Learning you were wrong
Certain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the beast.
currently playing:
peabo bryson & regina belle- a whole new world.
celine dion & peabo bryson - beauty & the beast
the power of language, as emphasized in today's OB lecture.
side by side in the market, vibrant colours of red, green and yellow grab your attention. the smooth layer of fuji apples tempt you, the cheap bak choys and broccoli remind you to be healthy, the lobster, oh my, tantalizing. the weight on your hands keep increasing. cash outflows persist when the heart is weak. for food. until you realize the fridge might not fit your buys.
selamat datang ke wabak suri rumah. yang termurah tak terhenti-henti beli. yang besar mencubit hati. yang manis lagilah nak makan.
it's so enchanting, really, the little things that make you fly. omgosh cheap grocery shopping gets me high. it's almost as good as watching fairytales!the good ol times, watching in awe and envy as snow white got her kiss of life from her prince..
which brings me to reflect on how the soundtracks to our favourite classics can hold so much meaning..
Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Than somebody bends
Unexpectedly
Just a little change
Small, to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast
Ever just the same
Ever a surprise
Ever as before
Ever just as sure
As the sun will arise
Tale as old as time
Tune as old as song
Bittersweet and strange
Finding you can change
Learning you were wrong
Certain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the beast.
currently playing:
peabo bryson & regina belle- a whole new world.
celine dion & peabo bryson - beauty & the beast
the power of language, as emphasized in today's OB lecture.
May 06, 2006
reflections
i find that people jump to conclusions easily, despite claiming to be level-headed and objective. humans are hypocrites, fullstop. even the most virtuous will fall. it's so easy to make assumptions, and even easier to enforce them in our minds. instead of wondering or puzzling over the issue, we implicitly channel the emotions into a self-desired conclusion. we even come up with reasons to back up this conclusion. it's amazing, really, the power of the mind.
worse still, we then start acting upon the newfound deduction, finding resolutions to something we think is a problem. quite unfortunately, problems are never erased completely. you scratch one off the list, another appears. you do your best to avoid conflict, ha, one will hit you smack in the face. the trick is to stand still and put your head above the water.
but who doesnt act on impulse every now and then, who can resist negativity in the face of despair?
as much as i try to, i cant.
i remember stepping into SMK Subang Utama, fresh from the high of scoring 5As in UPSR (i feel old). word had it that this was the school to get into, the renowned SU, keeper of good students and admirable academic results. it was a far cry from sri kl, not just because of the rectangular prison-like buildings and the cemented floor, but also in terms of the mass of students and teachers making up the school. everyone knew everyone, as they transferred in hundreds from the same primary school. i remember being scorned by a Kemahiran Hidup teacher who casually(bitchily) questioned why i was in this school, seeing as i was from a private school before.
and i wanted out.
i never did get out of course, and i now have the most amazing bunch of friends who have kept me going year after year after year. the school itself holds memories of intensive athletic and house training, volleyball practice every afternoon, miling the cemented corridors not wearing a full camisole (and getting reprimanded for that) and having fun mocking people(teachers) at the back of the class for two consecutive years.
but i still didnt learn my lesson.
the first few weeks at HELP University College was hell. to start with, my emotional wellbeing was in jeopardy with the departure of so many friends, and the lectures werent exactly the most uplifting events to attend. to add on to my self pity, i was still in pain from a last minute decision to stay on in Malaysia. the accumulation of these little smacks was messing with my head.
and again, i wanted out.
miraculously, i ended up not transferring to Monash. Instead, i had the time of my life with a bunch of individualistic people who drove me up the wall, called me in the wee hours of the morning, kidnapped me to mamak stalls, making me laugh, smile.. and revel in the fact that i stayed on. i even have a soft spot for the horrible kpd building.
see what i mean? i have a horrible inclination to giving up. im even in the midst of another repetition!
haha, and you'll never guess what inspired this article. it was something i came across today. it wasnt particularly striking or eye-catching. it's been with me these few months, keeping me warm and protected.. especially after cold showers.
the trademark of a wrongfully accused alchoholic, courtesy of you bunch.
worse still, we then start acting upon the newfound deduction, finding resolutions to something we think is a problem. quite unfortunately, problems are never erased completely. you scratch one off the list, another appears. you do your best to avoid conflict, ha, one will hit you smack in the face. the trick is to stand still and put your head above the water.
but who doesnt act on impulse every now and then, who can resist negativity in the face of despair?
as much as i try to, i cant.
i remember stepping into SMK Subang Utama, fresh from the high of scoring 5As in UPSR (i feel old). word had it that this was the school to get into, the renowned SU, keeper of good students and admirable academic results. it was a far cry from sri kl, not just because of the rectangular prison-like buildings and the cemented floor, but also in terms of the mass of students and teachers making up the school. everyone knew everyone, as they transferred in hundreds from the same primary school. i remember being scorned by a Kemahiran Hidup teacher who casually(bitchily) questioned why i was in this school, seeing as i was from a private school before.
and i wanted out.
i never did get out of course, and i now have the most amazing bunch of friends who have kept me going year after year after year. the school itself holds memories of intensive athletic and house training, volleyball practice every afternoon, miling the cemented corridors not wearing a full camisole (and getting reprimanded for that) and having fun mocking people(teachers) at the back of the class for two consecutive years.
but i still didnt learn my lesson.
the first few weeks at HELP University College was hell. to start with, my emotional wellbeing was in jeopardy with the departure of so many friends, and the lectures werent exactly the most uplifting events to attend. to add on to my self pity, i was still in pain from a last minute decision to stay on in Malaysia. the accumulation of these little smacks was messing with my head.
and again, i wanted out.
miraculously, i ended up not transferring to Monash. Instead, i had the time of my life with a bunch of individualistic people who drove me up the wall, called me in the wee hours of the morning, kidnapped me to mamak stalls, making me laugh, smile.. and revel in the fact that i stayed on. i even have a soft spot for the horrible kpd building.
see what i mean? i have a horrible inclination to giving up. im even in the midst of another repetition!
haha, and you'll never guess what inspired this article. it was something i came across today. it wasnt particularly striking or eye-catching. it's been with me these few months, keeping me warm and protected.. especially after cold showers.
the trademark of a wrongfully accused alchoholic, courtesy of you bunch.
May 01, 2006
may arrives
instead of talking gibberish on how i successfully handed up my business finance assignment(finally) at 4pm today*wheeeee*, lets recap april, the month that brought us from summer to autumn.
verlour
a cool Thursday night, brimming with people lining the streets, either for the Comedy Festival plays or just wandering aimlessly. many were dressed to kill, others huddled among themselves to generate warmth. i remember flinders lane, seeing icon but not verlour, and waiting for faye to arrive. inside, phaik wah was smiley, dreamy, and hehe,losing sense of gravity. us being us, camera flashes went nonstop. the music repeated itself, but the company- manda, bby, piggy, faye- kept irritation at bay. i remember two giggling ladies getting caught j-walking, and the burly policeman going all macho on a passerby. the night ended on a rainy note(again!), drenching me in cold and racing heartbeats.
note: all words have been written in pure honesty and are merely reflections of one's thoughts.
verlour
a cool Thursday night, brimming with people lining the streets, either for the Comedy Festival plays or just wandering aimlessly. many were dressed to kill, others huddled among themselves to generate warmth. i remember flinders lane, seeing icon but not verlour, and waiting for faye to arrive. inside, phaik wah was smiley, dreamy, and hehe,losing sense of gravity. us being us, camera flashes went nonstop. the music repeated itself, but the company- manda, bby, piggy, faye- kept irritation at bay. i remember two giggling ladies getting caught j-walking, and the burly policeman going all macho on a passerby. the night ended on a rainy note(again!), drenching me in cold and racing heartbeats.
ballarat
two hour bus journeys coupled with insufficient water and the unbearable cold almost took a toll on us. but the experience of being a tourist once again was worth the sorethroat and goosebumps. aloha to the gold mining city at soverign hill and our friends at the wildlife park. you enthralled us with little bakeries and antiques along your muddy roads, licked food off our hands and gave us a great start to the easter holidays.
nicole turns 21
a rushed evening of buying ingredients for the masterpiece and rojak-ing the batter. 2eggs turned into 4, sugar and flour and butter strewn everywhere, chang song the man mixing the lethal mixture into creamy smooth sweetness. the verdict? put 2 guys, 3 girls and an oven together- you get a chocolate cake with vanilla topping for a sweet 21st birthday. the reviews? hushed up for the amateurs' sake. the bday girl? smashing hot in her black and white dress. the food? fab steamboat and green curry by chef of the night manda. the neighbours? one helluva nuisance.
the AIESEC experience
trudging up and down the stairs of the Southern Cross train station with luggage in one hand and mixed anticipation in the other resulted in odd exchanges, fogged with the effects of late night+early morningness. the two hour train ride proved eventless, but a hailstorm highlighted the journey up the hill! but even that paled in comparison to everything else. from the aiesec region-wide chants to the lamest games to the motivating pep talks, state conference 2006 had everyone hooked. for once, something in my life had a direction. self development persisted through learning circles on environmental issues, in depth discussions about internships and witnessing the charisma and strengths of the AIESEC leaders. the UR team rocks- joyce, fei, thomas, jonathan, angela and keat- an amazing bunch. mealtimes were savoured, and the themed casino night was cool. it's going to be an ongoing array of future commitments, but i say yes please.
sham
ample space on a monday night, thankfully the crowd piled in much later. rocky night, but great fun in the end. $5 tequilas, plus a free drink card from derek. a red jin yin was amusing, and we entertained ourselves by imitating dance moves of a lady i have no knowledge of. be afraid, be very afraid. spent a good deal of the night drinking and grooving with kev the hottie, and yet again entertained ourselves with an interactive pillar of knowledge along Queen's street. touch the screen and it shows you the hippest restaurants and interesting bits of Melbourne. technology.
manchester lane
we go retro with old rock hits with the swinging dancers. sexy booties and lively music pump the night, but only to a disappointing 1230am. definitely worth a second try.
figured that a good laugh would do good to the soul. the play; Ridiculusmus- how to be funny, did teach us how to be funny, in a weird, crooked, way. It wasnt a laugh-out-loud banter, more of a distortedly odd display of atrocious japanese, obscene dancing, naked butts and excellent poker faces. not my cuppa tea, but something different doesnt hurt. sophia could be heard giggling away, and i think it's infectious because i laughed after hearing her laugh even when i didnt think it was funny. phaik wah and i were somewhat lost? and disconnected, and came out with our heads at our feet, looking for food=]
melbourne museum
the spectrum of colourful leaves dotting the grass, falling peacefully in step with nature's breath... two words- simply beautiful..
..insightful, refreshing and enriching, the museum isnt just a typical heritage-rich building. you have an art gallery, a mind and soul gallery, insectism, seaworld and a rainforest. breathtaking imagery, intricate details, intriguing thoughts. the perks of being around you made everything a joy.
note: all words have been written in pure honesty and are merely reflections of one's thoughts.
April 29, 2006
twentyhood
two beautiful women hit the big twenty today.
esther phan, woman of strength, passion and uncomparable sweetness. i will always remember your smiles, your sarcasm, your hugs and your fragile, innocent soul.
happy birthday my dear eshhterrr!
piggy cheah, woman of compassion, laughter and bimbotism. you are a wonderful concoction of all things sexay, spice and sugar.
have a smashing twentyyy, girl!
esther phan, woman of strength, passion and uncomparable sweetness. i will always remember your smiles, your sarcasm, your hugs and your fragile, innocent soul.
happy birthday my dear eshhterrr!
piggy cheah, woman of compassion, laughter and bimbotism. you are a wonderful concoction of all things sexay, spice and sugar.
have a smashing twentyyy, girl!
out of control
the wold is moving too fast. time is running away from me.
what happened to integrity, self worth and firm flexibility?
there is too much at stake..the candle is burning fast, almost touching the top of the cake.
someone, anyone, bring me back to earth.
what happened to integrity, self worth and firm flexibility?
there is too much at stake..the candle is burning fast, almost touching the top of the cake.
someone, anyone, bring me back to earth.
April 26, 2006
avalanche
avalanche.
noun. a mass of snow, ice and rock that falls down the side of a mountain.
an emotional avalanche happened today. the cumulation of the past weeks' events took to the stage, showcasing their final run that will leave the audience in a state of disillusionment.
lighting sparks have lit fires and tears worth buckets have made minutes stretch into hours. certain instances were caught in snapshots of flash and memory, firmly engraving their presence in the mind and soul. miss nocturnal wakes up in the early afternoons, only to indulge in a rampage of food, bickerings, sight-seeing and love. days pass in a snap of the fingers. there is no end to this, i realize. reality strikes. darkness always looms in unwavering clouds, and the rays of sunlight struggle to get through. and they do.
the best moments in life are experienced without realization.
when we let the little gems slip past our grasp, the realm of despair has never seemed more real. we abuse our own sanity. it's both disheartening and amusing to see how we stray from our values and principles so easily. how we falter without trying, how we let ourselves down time and time again. we want to resist temptation, but the degree of resistance is feeble. guilt runs high, but yet the implications result in inaction. maybe the drive in us has been broken one too many times. maybe we're all weak and vulnerable inside. i break so easily i forget how it is like to stand up anymore.
i dont regret coming to melbourne. i may not be the happiest of souls, but i pray i will come out of this city stronger.
noun. a mass of snow, ice and rock that falls down the side of a mountain.
an emotional avalanche happened today. the cumulation of the past weeks' events took to the stage, showcasing their final run that will leave the audience in a state of disillusionment.
lighting sparks have lit fires and tears worth buckets have made minutes stretch into hours. certain instances were caught in snapshots of flash and memory, firmly engraving their presence in the mind and soul. miss nocturnal wakes up in the early afternoons, only to indulge in a rampage of food, bickerings, sight-seeing and love. days pass in a snap of the fingers. there is no end to this, i realize. reality strikes. darkness always looms in unwavering clouds, and the rays of sunlight struggle to get through. and they do.
the best moments in life are experienced without realization.
when we let the little gems slip past our grasp, the realm of despair has never seemed more real. we abuse our own sanity. it's both disheartening and amusing to see how we stray from our values and principles so easily. how we falter without trying, how we let ourselves down time and time again. we want to resist temptation, but the degree of resistance is feeble. guilt runs high, but yet the implications result in inaction. maybe the drive in us has been broken one too many times. maybe we're all weak and vulnerable inside. i break so easily i forget how it is like to stand up anymore.
i dont regret coming to melbourne. i may not be the happiest of souls, but i pray i will come out of this city stronger.
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