we live in a beautiful world, sometimes.

last night i saw for myself how wonderful people can be.
the extent that they would go for a mere stranger.
i was overwhelmed and touched by generosity and hospitality.
which was something that i have not experienced in a long way to come.
the first time i met them, they immediately asked me for my telephone number
and invited me over to their bakery, even offering to pick me up.
the first thought that came to my mind: this couple is really friendly, maybe a little too friendly.
and it was strange.

what was strange is actually not strange at all.
cause this is what people can be.
i reckon cause we tend to focus and get carried away by the " evils" of the world,
such as finding hard to trust the person next to us, thinking that there are always motives behind every relationship/friendship, etc.
it slipped our minds that there are beautiful parts as well.

i am absolutely sure that this positivity towards human nature would not last long,
considering how i am,
considering how the world is (just flip over the papers and you see tons of it),
but i am just happy to know that it still exists.

500 days of summer.

boy meets girl.
boy falls in love.
but not girl.

how awesome is that for a change.

i love having the house to myself!
simply because i can sing as loudly as i want to.

I hate to see you cry lying there in that position
There's things you need to hear
So turn off your tears and listen
Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No it won't all go the way it should
But i know the heart of life is good

You know it's nothing new
Bad news never had good timing
Then the circle of your friends
Will defend the silver lining

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No it won't all go the way it should
But i know the heart of life is good

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
Fear is a friend who's misunderstood
But i know the heart of life is good.
I know it's good

John Mayer- Heart of Life

finally watched inglorious bastards.
i loved it.

went to south yarra for dinner today.
we had szechuan food meaning SPICY.
the food was great. i loved it all, especially the egg plant dish.

but downside was:
immediately after dinner, i had a major motherhuge stomachache.
had such a hard time holding it in- i had to take a train back to the city.
and now my tummy is recuperating from all that chilli.

i will fly at last.
i will unfold my wings.
i will unpack my head.
i will step back outside.
one day i might even
make love again.
but one thing at a time.
let's not get ahead of ourselves.


luke davies, god of speed.

it is comforting to know that i have friends who will always be on my side.
no matter what.

if you are bent on going down the road of self destruction,
then i cannot stop you.


i can only watch in horror and pain.

today i gave a mini presentation about singapore.
and i realised how little i knew about it.
it is kinda humiliating when i need a foreigner to tell me the history about my own country.

my lecturer asked me:
when did the indian immigrants started migrating to Singapore.
and i was totally clueless.

now i am motivated to find out more about my country.
especially when i am doing a Masters of TOURISM.
if i don't know two shit about my own little, tiny country,
what right do i have in discussing about tourism in other parts of the world?

on a much much lighter note, this was so hilarious, it cracked me up completely. i stole it off shooby's facebook

"marriage is a romance in which the hero dies in the first chapter."

i woke up with a swollen left eye.
i am pretty sure i have not been watching any X rated films/blue films.
on a more positive note, this means i have an excuse not to go running today and i have always been wanting to have a more obvious pronounced double eye lid. now i know, it does not really look good on me. haha.
i am hoping the swell will subside at the end of the day. cross my fingers.


in comparison to my bright and sparkly right eye.

it is always comforting to know that there will always be someone out there who will be willing to listen to you. (whether he/she is being coerced into it is another matter altogether)

this was what "bai ji" (white chicken) replied to me when i said i was not feeling too good
"my opening hours are from 6pm to 3am, 7 days."

although not 24 hours, but it still counts for something.

it always start off well,
and ends off badly.

i hate feeling hungry and tired at the same time.
i hate rude australians.
i hate apologizing all the time.

as someone once said before,
being trapped in the past obstructs the present,
and paralyzes the future.

worry free dolls

my classmate gave me the most awesome gift ever. it is just something small but very very useful. especially when one is alone overseas.


i know my camera is shit. i can't seem to get a clear shot of these small little dolls which are inside the bag.
there is a slip of paper inside which reads:

GUATEMALAN WORRY-DOLLS
There is a legend amongst the highland indian village of Guatemala. If you have a problem, then share it with a worry doll. Before going to bed, tell one worry to each doll, then place them beneath your pillow. While you sleep, the dolls will take your worries away.

i'm loving it. especially the fact that there is one than one doll.

now i can go to bed worry free.

thanks annie!

dating adventures of a 15 year old boy

i am suppose to be working hard on my Fiji report, BUT
i could not resist blogging about my brother's dating adventures!

my brother asked me a really difficult question, one which i have no answer to.
so if there are any men who is reading my blog, please give me some GOOD advice so that i can pass it on.

Brother: " Jen, how do normal people act casual"
Jen: "huh, what do u mean?"
Brother: " i want to act casual with Jane* not desperate"
Jen:" erm.... i am not too sure. maybe you should ask some other guy about it"

and so it went on.

Jen: " maybe you should not messaged her so often then"
Brother: " so should i msged her once a week or three times a week?"
Jen: !!!!! i am loss for words.....

*names have been changed to protect the individual's identity.


when i was 15, i had my head buried in books! not BOYS!
and now looking at my brother, he has practically been through 2 relationships.
he has beaten me hands down, pants down. i only have been through 1.
i know pathetic right, but but but..... my only excuse... i was a nerd and not interested in boys.
i have alot of catching up to do though!

The brother ended the conversation with " just let fate decide everything"
and i couldn't agree more :)

i don't really know myself, for now.

often, when we are in relationships,
we strive to be what the other party wants us to be.
like how we train our dogs,
giving them a treat when they do well,
and giving them a spank when they step out of line.
i think in relationships it is mostly similar,(well i know it is a little extreme to make comparisons to dogs, but oh well...)
giving you love and encouraging smiles when you do something right,
and getting all mad and irritated when you do something wrong.
and after a while you get it, you know what makes the other party tick.
you try your best to tow the line,
to avoid making mistakes.

and along the way, you don't realise that you have lost a part of yourself.
and slowly, you evolve into this person that you think you are all along.

thats why, now that i am out of a relationship,
i still have a part of "me" while i was in a relationship embedded in me.
i am lost in this sense, unsure if what is me now is really the REAL me,
or it was replaced along the way.
given ,it might not have been a bad change.

things will eventually start coming back to me.
you reckon?

this is so duh,

but it is only when you choose to attach a meaning to an event, to a word, to an image, etc
then it would be something.
if not, it is really just nothing at all.

no seriously, call me jane.

crazy amount of food. when it arrived on our table, nicole and me went "oh shit", this thing is double the size of my face and triple the size of nicole's face.

strike 3- the staff at starbucks along swanston street have serious spelling problems.

she asked me twice for my name, the first time i spelt it out. the second time i said JEN. but nope, they still got it wrong.

on another note, the weather has been dreadful for the past 3 days.

i hate walking home in the blistering cold.

one thing that you should know,
i am a movie weeper.
i cry alot at movies, even at the most ridiculous things.
it is great to be watching it with someone who weeps as well.

caught the movie "UP" yesterday.
i enjoyed it throughly.
i guess when you have no expectations of a movie,
when you have no idea what the storyline is,
you can really sit back, relax and enjoy.

" the boring moments are the ones that i remember the most"
it is not about the big things that count, but the simple pleasures in life :)

kaiser and sticky

i finally managed to get a shot of kaiser and sticky.

sticky getting to know kaiser

i love this last shot. well i am very pleased with myself ... and i swear i did not put any food in front of them. it does look like they are going to get along very well.

it has been a busy morning thus far.

kaiser

i had a visitor this morning.
introducing kaiser- my neighbour's cat.
i am having trouble getting a proper shot of him, thats why all the pictures are blur. i am not quick enough.
i guess this is good training for the both of us -sticky and me- when the new "housemate" comes in october.

i have always grown up watching cartoons where you see the dog chasing after the cat, and today the myth have been proven.

housemate des had very comforting words for me: in an event such that this happens "as long as there is food, nobody will end up dead". great.

let the chasing begin.

is it possible to have the best of both worlds,
without being subjected to gossip, ridicule, judgement
and eventually pain?

cheap deals, cheap thrills.

i loveeeee the humble camberwell market.
you can find all sorts of hidden trinkets and treasures for a very good bargain.
well did not take much pictures cause i was spending time sussing out the 400 over shops that they were there. no time for pictures! i bought a bag for 10 bucks, a scarf for 1 buck, a sweater for 2 bucks and a hair pin for 3 bucks. it is sure alot less painful on the pocket.

while browsing through the racks, i saw a "made in singapore" label. i took a double take,and when oh my, this coat has got to be ancient. it has been a while since i have seen anything that was manufactured in singapore.

cute kid on her old skool minature bicycle. she was just cycling round and round me.

call me jane.

this is one of the reasons why i love my short walks to the train station, despite it being cold. just looking something this beautiful makes it worth it.


do i look like a jane to you? this is the second time that they had written my name wrongly. i even spelt it out to them, Jen, "j" "e""n"! and it is still Jane

some wise words for you guys out there!

finally all my love and kisses from melbourne. i am maxed out completely.

tomorrow: camberwell market!

i reckon that there is no need in trying to force a square shape block into a circular hole.
but thats my take.

my friend said something that shook me from my senses:
"jen, you are not having a relationship with your computer!"
"nothing is real there, the real world is out here, lying in front of you!"

a very handsome family, i must say.

sunrise. it takes your breathe away. everytime.

thats why i am sitting here writing this at 9am.

it would appear that god has deicided not to take pity on me.

last night i went to bed thinking that i would be able to get a fantastic sleep.
and i did, until the fire alarm in the apartment block went out.
meaning one thing: EVACUATE.
just great.
went downstairs and i saw the fire trucks.
fireman did not seem to be in a hurry.Damn.

what happened?
some moron overcooked some food, opened the main door, letting the smoke out into the corridor.
alarm went off.

and here i am. writing this.

thats why i always stress the importance of finding a boyfriend that owns a CAR.
especially in australia.

it is for those days,
when you feel not very independent,
completely knackered, starved and cold.
you just want to pick up the phone,
hop into a heated car,
and head straight to bed.

a cause for concern

i was struggling to wear my jeans today.
and i knew immediately that something terrible has happened!
i have put on weight. Damn.

i knew i should not have answered so quickly.
a friend asked me last night/ or a few nights ago if i have put on weight,
i confidently said "nope, my wieght is still at 54kg, i make an effort to maintain it"
HAHAHA
i went to weigh myself today, and the scale says 56kg!
oh man, talk about putting in the effort in the wrong area.
i am blaming it on Fiji. all the pina coladas and food.

3 things that girls can talk all day about:
1) their face
2) their body
3) men

song of the moment.

All I know Is everything is not as it's sold
but the more I grow, the less I know
And I have lived so many lives
Though I'm not old
And the more I see, the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try

I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness
And all the real people are really not real at all
The more I learn the more I cry
As I say goodbye to the way of life
I thought I had designed for me

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
I'm all I'll ever be
But all I can do is try
Try

All of the moments that already passed
We'll try to go back and make them last
All of the things we want each other to be
We never will be
And that's wonderful, and that's life
And that's you, baby
This is me, baby
And we are, we are, we are, we are
Free
In our love
We are free in our love

nelly furtado, try