3 very practical men once told me,
"the easiest way to move on is to find someone else"

i always end up taking the harder route.

everything seems so absurb,
i don't know if i want to laugh or cry.

after 10 days of drinking premium Fiji bottled water (i consumed about 2 bottles a day which is equivalent to 3litres),
my tummy can't get used to the local aussie boiled water.

how ironic.
i was trying to avoid a bad tummy in Fiji cause the water is not too safe for drinking,
and so i drank only bottled water.
now that i am back in melbourne, i am getting a bad tummy.
life is such. such is life.

http://www.tribewanted.com/

very interesting concept.

i am proud to be a singaporean!

while in fiji, my indian counterpart asked me:
"when did singapore gained independence?"

i replied:
"erm....1945 i think.... eh no that was WW2! i am not too sure, maybe 1965"

indian counterpart:
"what! you have no idea when your country gained independence?"


and so i went to google today and i was right, 1965!
not that bad, years of learning history in school has paid off.

relax.chill.unwind. welcome to Fiji. BULA!

i am back from fiji!

it has only been 10 days but feels like i have been away for a month.

AWESOME.

to be completely disconnected from the world.

no cell phone connection, no internet.

the only company you have is in each other and strangers around you.

everyone needs a break once in a while.

everyone needs to break out of their comfort zone, to step out and just breathe.

basically you are trapped on an island surrounded by water.

you eat at 8am/12noon/7pm. in between is filled with pina coladas/fiji beers/gossip/the ocassional dip in the waters/sun bathing/ lying on the hammock/ napping/chatting to fellow strangers (you get the idea)

i have difficulty putting my experience into words.

out of sight, out of mind.

as soosy woosy aptly puts it,
out of sight, out of mind.

it work wonders.
and if that doesn't help,
get out of the damn house.

thats what i am doing.
going for a long run.
to forget.

while walking to my seminars,
i saw a huge group of people outside David Jones. (david jones is like takashimaya in singapore)

why was there a huge crowd?
cause aussie supermodel miranda kerr was there.

just one comment: she is freaking ass THIN.

a chain of events

you just need one crap thing to make the entire day go awfully wrong.
and when something goes wrong,
everything else does.
shit.

"True feelings and facts are rarely the same thing.
And true feelings, written down, are not the same thing as true feelings, felt."

The promise of happiness.
Justin Cartwright

come on, rain on me.

the calm before the storm is so beautiful.
dark clouds brewing, casting a shadow over the city.
all looks and feels very "harry potter-ish"
like an ominous sign, that something bad is about to happen.
and when it pours, surprisingly, i don't find it depressing at all.
instead, i attach a little romantic notion and illusion to the whole thing.

if you notice, there is always the scent of rain lingering around.
i do so love the smell of rain. (as most of you would have most probably know)
i love a mighty good storm ,throw in a few thunder and flashes of lightening, with the sound of rain drops pelting against the window. perfect concoction.
i do not like light rain, those that comes and goes, as some would term it "mao mao yu"
that is depressing indeed.

back to my assignment.

taking another break.
wanted to blog this like a month ago but i forgot.
while napping, i remembered.

i love swings. sadly they are dying out in singapore.
they are therapeutic and helps to relieve stress.
sitting on the swing,
overlooking the hills,
i swang as high as i possibly could,
took that leap of faith,
and amazingly, i landed on my two feet.
a sense of accomplishment.
try it.

movie "marathon"

miss mo and i had a movie marathon today.
in fact i would not really classify it as a marathon, cause all we did was watch 2 movies.
which was
1) harry potter (1040am)
2) public enemies (330pm)
due to careful planning and execution of plan, we managed to squeeze a nice and super cheap decent japanese meal in between.
to sidetrack a little, it was DAMN cheap. $6.80 for teriyaki don! and they were not stingy with their portions, which was fantastic for an international student with a budget, and a certain miss mo who was on a budget. definitely going to patronise the store more often in future.

harry potter was alright, not too bad. heard plenty of bad reviews on it and thus went into the theatre without any form of expectations. this was my first harry potter movie, though i have read and own the entire series. (read some of it twice/thrice)
the movie seems more like a build up to the next one, not as much action as expected. i am definitely going to catch the last one though.
it feels awesome watching the movie in an almost empty theatre. so much space, feels like watching a show in the comfort of your own home.


public enemies was pretty good. well...... johnny depp was good. hahaha. those intense set of eyes, one look and i literally will melt. decided to watch the show because of him anyways. i think miss mo and i was more interested in looking at him and sighing to ourselves on how hot he looked, rather than appreciating the storyline. the ending was a little anti climax though, expected a little more action and blood.
but oh man, just for the record "he is so hot!"

we ended the day with bubble tea (as always) and bread.
well the food was not the best, but the company definitely was.
i think having a good friend makes alot of difference, especially when you are in a foreign land.

have plans in store to watch the following:
1) my sister's keeper
2) the ugly truth
3) 500 days of summer
4) funny people
5) soloist
6) julie and being julia (not sure if i got it right)

have plans in store to read the following:
1) me talk pretty one day
2) the perks of being a wallflower
3) a prayer for owen meany
4) franny and zooey
5) the brothers karamazou

i know, ambitious.

i have not been the focal of anyone's anger in a long time.
and so i got screamed at a few days ago,
and my ears are still ringing.
i tell you, it is an incredible sensation for me,
because my reaction time is often much slower than a normal human being,
the effect is completely lost on me.
it is only after the whole episode is over,
and when i start having flashbacks,
then i start regretting and thoughts such as " shit, i should have said this.....", " i should have done that..."
well i guess i got to try harder the next time round when someone screams at me in anger.

honestly, during the whole screaming process,
i felt like a kid being chided by my parents. (in this case, i use the term chided loosely)

i love how clean i feel after a nice hot shower.
i especially hate the fact that after this nice hot shower,
after applying all my creams,
and feeling refreshed,
i have the sudden urge to go to the bathroom to do my business.
seriously, why could the urge not come before the shower/during the shower but after the shower.

on another note, the oil burns are becoming scars!
shit, cannot go back to SQ anymore.

my heart goes out to my future partner.
because today i realised that i will only ever be a mediocre cook.
truth be told, i am getting a little sick of cooking. haha.
i am pretty sure i will have a better career out of washing pots and pans.

i got burnt by hot cooking oil today, (not very serious, just two red dots on my arms-size of 5 cent coins)
it splattered out of the pan onto my beautiful arm.
and now i can feel the pain, like a dull constant pain.
oh well, i am not sure what form of medication should i use, (tooth paste? or butter?)
i think i am going to go for toothpaste, at least it won't leave an oily trail on my skin.

taking a little break in between my journal articles to produce this.

and so i am not the only one who is having a "sleepless in melbourne" syndrome.
which makes me feel a whole lot better.

i got 10 days to read 20 journal articles and to produce a spanking 2000 word essay.
and in between got to squeeze in some social activites.
sounds like an uphill task for me.

after months of research,
i have gathered that everytime someone says:
"so jen how are you?"
my standard reply would be
"tired"
it just slips out of my mouth, automatically.
it does not even go through the brain.
i am amazed how my brain can be "trained" into producing this standard response whenever this kinda question pops up.
almost feels like one of those japanese pre programmed robots.
come to think of it, during my SQ days, we had these kind of intensive "robotic" training.
they forced us to greet any moving object that resemble a human beings and had 2 feet.
forced us to open doors, smile and use terms such as "certainity, sir".
during my flying days, i picked up so much rubbish that even now when i am walking on the streets of melbourne, and i see rubbish, i would instinctively feel like reaching out to it.
frightening in fact,
to realise the "machine" in me, and how you get consumed without even being aware of it.

my life is really sad.
cause i am eagerly anticipating the arrival of my printer!
i can hardly contain my excitement, like an eager beaver.
counting down to the days.
some people count down to the days they get to meet their loved ones,
some people count down to the weekends,
some people count down to the their pay day,
i count down to the day i get my printer.

the weather has been dreadful lately.
it would seem almost like god is determine to make sure that we go through the worst of winter, so as to better appreciate spring when it comes around.

i have trouble sleeping.
becoming a walking panda.
i am so tempted to get my hands on those sleeping pills to knock myself out, literally.

some kind of warped theory

all girls dream of taming a bad boy.
why do we have this romanticised vision, i can't really understand.

even in dramas and movies,
the rude playboy always seem to triumph over the good boy next door
the more rude, the better.
cause it makes the conquest all the more sweeter.
i think the concept is such that,
when a bad boy falls in love,
he really falls in love,
and will end up changing and committing himself to you.
it is so much more romantic, and churns out a much better story line i must say.

for example, bad boy showing concern for a girl is so much more romantic than the boy next door. because it is expected that boy next door will do something like that, so the anticipation and thrill is not as high in comparsion to bad boy. since this kind of action is unexpected from bad boy, the fact that he does it would lead to much more thrill and happiness.
i know this theory is so strange, but i think it is true.

i feel sorry for the good old boy next door.
he is always there for the girl,
providing that shoulder, the support,
and the bad boy gets all the action.

and the strangest, most ironic thing is that all girls always lament
"i just want to find a decent boy"

today was my first attempt at making cranberry muffins.
it turned out alright....
but not fantastic.
the outer crust feels a little rubbery,
and it taste a tad too sweet.
what i would like to believe is: what i make might not taste good, but at least it is full of goodness!

now i got 11 more to finish up. shit.

have not had the luxury of time, or rather the mood for reading.
but my unfinished book was calling out to me, so i picked it up.
i had enough of academic journals on backpackers and independent travellers.

currently reading: The promise of Happiness by Justin Cartwright
this is going to sound lame but,
the book is very promising. hahaha.
and the best part is i only paid 10 bucks for it during a book sale.
and it is brand new.
i love a cheap steal.

it has better be true!

wise mr benjamin wong says:

good things are worth waiting for.

wise ms xue says:

there are no gurantees in life