4 "WET" Girls

this was our rental car plate.
what more could i say.

shooby is flying a thousand over miles to see someone,
who is very important to her.
the feeling of anticipation,
is one of the best feelings in the world.

the freedom of crazy people

there are tons of "crazy" people roaming the streets of melbourne city.
"normal" people like me, steer clear from them,
seeing them as crazy and different,
even dangerous.

these so called "crazy" people are on some level the most free of us all.
they don't have to subscribe to society norms,
they don't have to behave in a certain way,
dress in fashionable way,
or look presentable.
they are not bounded by what society dictates,
they don't care about what others think about them,
or how they are frown upon.

people talk about freedom of speech,
fight and protest for the freedom to do this and that,
but what they don't realise that,
though they might be have the freedom of speech,
they are also bonded and submit to other forms of norms that have been normalised and socialized, so much so, that we think it is "natural" and "normal".

yes, these "crazy"people might be marginalized,
but the truest spirit of being free,
its purest form,
is being represented in these people.

stole this off mr low's blog:

"Approach love and cooking with reckless ambition"

this is going to be next year's new year resolution.

i am thinking of heading to darwin,
one of these days.

why?
heard from my friend that 3/4 of the population there are men.

thats why.

spinning

i have been exercising a hella of alot for these past 2 days,
subsequently followed by a big aussie breakfast. hahaha.
so i don't know if i am actually burning any form of fats,
since i am putting it right back.

i went for spinning classes today. my first virgin class,
after my friend, annie, pestered me like crazy. (well, i am exaggerating here)
don't take it to heart, annie! JaJa (the spanish way of spelling, "hahaha")

back to spinning class.
well it was an entirely different kind of exercise world for me.
i am used to traditional form of exercising,
like running, swimming, etc.
this one is like a mutated form of cycling.
so for those virgins like me,
basically it is a dark room with blue lights,
and tons of stationary bikes.
so when the music starts, you start pedalling like crazy,
sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
it is similar to riding on a normal bike, following an imaginary trail,
so when we go up the so called "hill",
we lift our asses up and pedal away.
the good thing is i never have to worry about falling off the bike,
hitting something or worse, someone.
cause i tend to be really bad with my motor skills. (don't ask me how i
managed to pass my driving test on my first try. manual, not auto.)

one thing: it is crazy shit and exhausting.
but you do feel a sense of achievement at the end of the class.
i still can't decide if i love or hate it.
i think i got to attend a couple more of these classes.

by the way i am still waiting for my ass to start hurting. (thats what everyone said
when i told them i was attending spinning classes, that my ass was gonna hurt.)

a friend of mine mentioned on his blog that there are 2 types of people:
1) the ones who entertain
2)the ones who observe

i thought of it and for me i see it in a simliar sense, but in a different way
1) the ones who participate in life
2) the ones who choose to not participate, and stand by the sidelines to observe- a wallflower.

this is a pretty simplistic way of trying to fit the complex, complicated human race of different colours, cultures, languages, behaviours, etc.
some might even argue and say that it is remotely impossible in trying to sterotype someone and place him into a fixed category. ( i belong to this group of people, i believe in a group comprising of different individuals, hahaha, confusing? i guess so)

oh well, just a thought on a tuesday afternoon which was triggered by a book:

the perks of being a wallflower- stephen chbosky.
if you like the curious incident of the dog in the night-time (i hope i got the title right), i am sure you will enjoy this easy to read, entertaining, can't stop flipping the pages, book.
you know what i mean.

the life of an university student.

and so.....
i love the feeling of being so free,
time seems to go on endlessly.
it is like looking out to sea, and not seeing any land for miles and miles.
i could go about doing my things slowly,
as i watch people hurry on to their next destination, next meeting, next deadline,
secretly smiling to myself,
cause for now,
i am not one of them.

have been doing alot of reading,
drinking alot of coffee and boost,
exercising,
shopping,
catching up with friends,
roaming around the city,
not thinking much.

currently reading 2 books:
one day by David Nicholls. getting all excited about it, cause it is suppose to be like the "best weird love story since the time traveller's wife"
and
the art of travel by alain de botton. it is something different from the usual books that i read-the staples- but since it was recommended highly by a classmate, i thought i will give it a go.

it seems like it is going to be a perfect day, once again.

i am grateful that i have such a great dentist!
this is what he emailed me....

Hi Jennifer,

keep away from the steak, burgers and nougats!


i was like.... too late.
i already got started on my steak.

and the more we get together

the happier i will be.

because one day, we might not even remember these memories.

the friendships and relationships that were forged,

over laughter, smiles, tears, work.

faces become blurred, names forgotten,

as we scurry on with our lives,

alone.

but it does not matter ultimately.

cause even when i can't remember any of these special moments,

i am glad that i met someone like you,

and that once a upon in time,

you were a part of my life,

and that we were there for each other,

and that is enough for me.

girls with big dreams

there we were.
on a bright sunny day, at a coffee table.
girls dreaming of big dreams.
it was a very special enchanting moment.
because it was a moment we belived that anything was possible.
a moment that i will forever hold dear in my heart.

that afternoon. in melbourne. mr tulk. 4 girls. 5 years. with big dreams.

all in due time, my dearies.

bits and pieces.

my cousin and her hubby at queen victoria market, queuing to buy churros!


coffee break at brunetti. loving camberwell market very much.

thought this was an interesting way of advertising a hair salon

entire melbourne city at st kilda, enjoying the summer heat.

ended the day with a nice spanking steak. the best in australia- better than PRIME in Sydney and NORMANS in Brissy.

i am getting hungry all over again.

family

my cousin cheryl and her hubby roger came for a holiday!

it was good catching up with a family member, and hearing all the stories and gossip.

on another note, just had some not so great news.

how am i going to deal with it?

like always, sleep.

currently reading: what i talk about when i talk about running
it is really really good.
it is a keeper, this one.

"In other words, let's face it: Life is basically unfair.
But even in a situation that's unfair, i think it's possible
to seek out a kind of fairness.
Of course, that might take time and effort.
And maybe it won't seem to be worth all that.
It's up to each individual to decide whether or not it is."

Haruki Murakami.

i am in love with spring... going on summer

despite the heat,
i am feeling upbeat about life.

melbourne, the city has awaken.
people flock to the streets,
colours, colours and more colours.
just being immersed in the crowd,
puts a smile on my face.
it is like being in love.
oh well, i am in love,
in love with spring/summer.

it is that particular time of the month

when i feel all sick and crappy,
all i want to do is to lie in bed.

it is the EXAMS!
i am so totally unprepared.

i know i am back in melbourne 2

when i order a latte and don't go "gross"!

you would think that black hair= asian (more or less)

i recently had a change in hair colour,
and this is what my Latvian friend said,
" now you look totally ASIAN"

i know i am back in melbourne

when the first thing i do is vacuum.

yes, it is 115am in the morning.
and i am in the midst of my essay.
when i came across this journal article written by

"Nick Kontogeorgopoulous"
1) how on earth do you pronounce it?
2) it is such a chore to quote him because i have to footnote him
3) this has got to be the longest surname ever!
4) no wonder his parents gave him a simple first name, knowing that his last name will be giving him lots of problems
5) he definitely had spelling troubles with his last name when he was a kid

okie dokes, back to work.

living for that particular moment

is super uber fun.

i love driving with good music.
was driving home, with the radio turned on,
and a nice lovely song came on.

have you ever had that feeling of:

a million thoughts and ideas rushing like the speed of light through my head.
everything is like a blur.
trying to grab hold onto an idea, a thought,
trying to form a line, a sentence, a paragraph,
making sense, formulating an argument,
but frustrated,
cause i am unable to structure my thoughts clearly into words.

i want you to read this and to be able to understand what i am trying to say.
this is what i want to achieve,
i am close to it, but it is not it.
it is kinda good, but not perfect.

i want to find that important missing bit that is floating around somewhere, at the back of my mind, amongst the million thoughts that are flying through.

you know sometimes how you know the exact word to describe something, but just at that moment in time, you can't seem to recall that particular word. you try and try, but it just does not come to you.

100% annoying.

this is what squeezing 26 journal articles into a 4000 word essay does to an individual like myself.

our new found love

MACDONALDS! we're lovin it!


kudos to the marketing segment of Macs!
it has spurn on another one of those hello kitty craze!
this time round,
it is all about getting SENTOSA COVE.

another one of my favourite authors.

currently reading haruki murakami's
"what i talk about when i talk about running"

thanks zhen for recommending the book.

if you are feeling oh so depressed, jaded and emo,
please do read norwegian wood.
i love it cause it is so depressing!

and then there is spuntik sweetheart,
love in a strange way,
but still sweet nevertheless.

murakami's books are dark, brooding, depressing, bittersweet,
you get the idea,
but at the end of it all,
it gives me the feel good kind of feeling,
the " this is a fantastic book!" kind of satisfaction.

you know you are in trouble

when your grandmother starts playing matchmaker!

i went for a ear,nose and throat (ENT) check today.
just to rule out the infection of the middle ear.

the ear check was alright.
but when it came to the nose and throat, it was a different thing altogether man.
the doctor sprayed some cold stuff into my nose and stuck this long tube down my nose.
it was not painful, but there was just something strange about the feeling.
i can't describe it.
well, given a choice, i would not have done it. (but i had no choice)
i could feel the tube going through my nose, down my throat.
i am getting goose pimples as i type this.

at the end of it all,
i had a nice expensive photo of the insides of my nose and throat.
the procedure cost me 300 bucks.

ready, lets go!

i am just taking little steps at the moment.

plans. what plans?!
i just got to close both eyes, jump in,
and try to get out of it all,
in one piece.

wish me luck.

sitting, waiting, wishing

nothing is happening.
waiting for something to happen.

that is the worst part.
i am in for a long wait.