I have never had a serious conversation with my friends about graphic design.












Loneliness...

This blog is half-dead, I know. I'm even convinced the people I write for don't read it anymore due to the lack of updates. When I'm not busy with work, I'm just plain lazy, choosing to laze around instead of update. Spare me, I have to face the computer all the time so anytime away from it is a bliss =)

so, should i continue blogging. hmmmmmmmm. maybe not until i'm back in msia? Don't know.

If you study say, business, you rely on your degree to look for a job.
If you study design, you rely on your portfolio to land yourself a job.

People think that results are not important as long as you pass in uni because the degree is what you're after.

I finally figured out why I'm always so stressed about uni work. If you can't see the reason behind this, let me explain: It's because designers rely on their portfolio in job-seeking. Doing good now means that there is potential of producing a good portfolio because after all, all the projects we work on in uni is going to end up as a part of (if not all) of our portfolio.

Sure, there are times when I think: Oh nevermind if I screw up this project, after all it's just a learning process. But here's the thing, you're not given that many chances to mess up until you realize that it's all going to end up in front of your future employee or client. To put it in a more extreme way it's like one of those black record you get when you disobey the traffic rules, up till one point you would be forced to give up your license.

Hehe, but of course, now and then I still try to convince myself that it doesnt matter at all because true enough, we are all still learning and screwing up is just a part of the process. Maybe I'm really that kiasu! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

If you can't read, click on the picture!


Oh boy, I will never again underestimate the uses of these signs.

Geeeeez, Hotaru No Haka nearly made me cry... Sigh, why do I always get so carried away by movies? And to think that this is just an animation, imagine what will the real thing do to me T_T

Was blog surfing these few days and I notice some friends of mine posted their final works and such. For a moment there I feel like doing the same but I'm just too lazy hehehe, and besides, connection is a snail now so yeah.

Sharks I'm still SADDDDDDDD :( Summore I'm home alone now... haih... Why do I feel like I have no friends?

Don't mean to rub it on anyone but... I'm finally done with uni!!!! :D:D It feels good to be able to actually say I'm damn free now! 5 whole weeks... I really duno what am I gona do.

Going to Brissie on the 25th. Too bad Anne is going back to KL on the 26th, sigh won't get to see her till end of the year. And I really really miss those people back in Malaysia.. of course, you know who you are.

Haven't been online much before this and today, I actually chat with some random ppl I don't usually chat with. Funny but it feels great to be in contact with the outside world... yeah I really have been "away" for quite some time, you can't imagine what it's like to camp at home all day and eat take-out and have the apartment accumulate layers and layers of dust and clothes pilling up like mountain because I simply don't have the time to iron them. Sigh... this really isn't life is it? Oh well, I'm happy to say that I've tried hard enough for this semester regardless of the marks I'm going to get when results comes out.

Geeeez winter is here and I find myself warming up the toilet seat every morning. It's so cold you feel constipated the minute your bum touches the toilet seat ok! Hopefully it doesn't get colder than this...

I know I am damn random but...
ain't Miffy cute?

It'll probably sound unfair but only if my parent had bought me a book like this when I was young. Or winnie the pooh (the original version, not the Disney one) for that matter. One of my previous assignments involved redesigning a children's book cover and so I did abit of research in Border's children's section. Kids nowadays are truly lucky, I can simply pick a book from the shelve and discover yet another good book. Hehe.

This post is totally pointless, I'm just typing whatever comes to mind. Sigh, it really isn't fun when you're the only one with nothing to do when the rest of the world is studying for exams. Even worst when you're the only one swamped with work when the rest of the world is out having fun. Oh well, guess this is the life of a designer isn't it? I picked it myself, now I'm gona have to get used to it..

But well, for now, I'm just gona enjoy doing nothing and bumming around all day... because hey, it's not everyday I get to say... "I'm supa free!" =D ok better go before someone hit me with a rock. To those people swallowing books for exams, I wish you all the best! :) Don't forget to call once you're done, hehehhe...

Plans after all my work are done:

1. Hit the Zzzzs. Sleep at 11 wake up anytime... how I wish.
   
2. Exercise. Skin off those accumulated Kinder Buenos and Tim Tams.
   
3. Buy some clothes. Tell me, are 2 pairs of jeans enough to last me another 7 months? *sad*
4. Movie-marathon!! Nothing makes me happier =)
5. Read. Hmmmm when was the last time I opened a story book?
6. Demolish those pimples!!!
7. Bum around.
8. VACATION!!! Wheeeeeeeeeeee

Quick update:

Presentation's over YAY!!!!!!!!! I'm in the computer lab now eating chocolates that are distributed to everyone in conjunction with our Mars Bar wrapper printing presentation, hehehhee.

That leaves me with:
AGIdeas poster
Map a street poster
City faces project

next week, it'll all be over. *breath in breath out*


Uggggh, class till 6 today I think I'm going to need another shot of coffee :S
Past few weeks my sleep pattern are like a vampire's >:B

Monday: Sleep 4am wake 1230 pm
Tuesday: Sleep 4am (Wed), wake 1230pm
Wednesday: Sleep 5am(Thurs), wake 750am
Thursday: Sleep 8 pm, wake 12.30 am (Fri)

Yes, my eyes are so puffy even my mama cannot recognize me -_-

10 MINUTES.

Was all it took for me to bath, get dressed, pack for uni. I've got a test today omgbbq!

10 MINUTES.

Was all it took for Jac to make a sandwich and pack it with some nuts and an apple (how healthy!)


All because the 2 of us siao until 530am only sleep and then didn't wake up at 7 like we were supposed to because my stupid phone alarm didn't ring! And then when I woke up at 750 the first thing I saw upon opening my eyes was the clock -_-

We broke a record man, next time I can wake up 10 minutes before I have to leave to uni muahhahaha.

Huhu I'm off to count pimples.. sob.

At the ungodly hour of 4.50 AM, I suddenly have the need to share the pain.

I don't think I'm going to make it with all the deadlines :((

Tomorrow, which is Thursday:

• Methods of Production test, which I haven't study for.
• Last chance to consult with Janet on the Street Project, which I haven't started at all.
  

Friday:

• Class presentation. Knowing myself I probably need to practice in order to talk in public, and that's not even guaranteed.
• Assignment due – Interactive PDF Folio
• Assignment due – DVD Project
• Last chance to consult with Dan on the 1. City Faces Project and 2. AGIdeas Poster Project; both due NEXT WEEK, haven't started AT ALL. This is the first time I go on a project without consultation, super risky.

On top of all that there is a couple of previous projects which I plan to resubmit but based on my current condition and progress it probably wouldn't happen.

• Moving Types Project
• Take-away Menu
• Reveal Project
• Exhibition Flyer
• Plus, everything has to be properly compiled into a Folio included with visual diary before it's ready to be submitted.

Ahhhhh, screw those people that said "OH WELL YOU HAVE NO EXAM", as if you can even come close to understanding the kinda life I live. At this point, I'd much rather study for exams ok pifpifpif.

I'm having a headache now. :((

I have very bad blood circulation. Like right now, my hands and feet are so icy I almost cannot feel them. Winter is coming, it turns colder and colder by day and how I wish my tolerance for cold is higher.

Sigh. No more Japan trip. I think my parents won't even mention it anymore. To them, the less I talk about it the better, because then they'll just assume I've forgotten about it. I've been so looking forward to it that I didn't make other plans for one whole month of holiday. And now, I have a feeling I'll waste off the holiday doing nothing. Sleeping sounds good, but for one whole month? Why is my life so boring. I miss Malaysia and my lovelies. Haih.

Nearly got rundown by a bus today.

Nearly BAM myself onto a huge pole, also today.

All because I wasn't paying attention while talking to people and while crossing the road. Haih. At least I know my reflects is fast. :D


Assignments count-down before Semester ends (2 more weeks):
1. Typo - AGIdeas Poster
2. Typo - City Faces
3. Graphic Design - Street Poster
4. Electronic Design - Magazine Layout (one page done, 5 more to go)
5. Electronic Design - Interactive Interface Folio
6. Methods of Production - DVD + Booklet
7. Methods - Group Presentation

HAH, 2 more weeks, 7 projects, just GREAT!

because otherwise it'll just start taking it's evil role of manipulating my mind and make things worst right??? Now we wouldn't want that to happen would we?

So here goes: Sometimes I really wish my parents would support my decision. I'm an adult and of course I can think for myself. Is is really hard for them to just say something like: Go for it! You have our full support! And I'm not even asking it for the condition of having no questions asked.

Let's face it, I've been living away from the comforts of home for at least a year, and although there are things I don't know, I'm sure I've learn enough to know what's best for me and what I want. And right now there's something I really want and have been wishing for since I was a child. Instead they see only how something can be "impractical" or "not something that should be yours". What's wrong with being flexible? Maybe because I've been so uptight on making every single decision in life that's why now, everything has finally come through.

I admit it, I'm not satisfied with life. I have nothing to look forward to right now, and for someone that wakes up to a routine every single day, it's just mechanical, or life is, whatever. I don't want to be someone that's mad all the time. And certainly not someone that's complaining constantly. But when I'm killing my sleep time to do assignments, or stressing like a mad cow, or walking on the streets looking like a zombie, or even when I'm feeling bad and sad, having to know that there's something to look forward to helps alot.

grr I'm not gona continue anymore la words are just jumbling up like an uno staco and soon enough they'll fall apart, or if not i will. good night. and sorry everyone I think from now on I'm only going to update when I feel like it.

To some people, it seems to come so effortlessly.








Why can't I be among those people?

To say that I'm abso-candiedotcome-lutely stressful now is just an understatement. Assignments are pilling like mountains, and they all come in pairs wtf! Tell me, do you get 2 assignments per subject, with only 3 weeks to complete each? Rar!!!!

And clever me had to miss lecture today just because of laziness! Argh why la why did I chose sleep over that one hour of lecture? Oh yeah because to travel 1 hour and 15 mins back and forth just to attend that 1 hour of class seems pointless, or so it did at that time. Ok lesson learned I shall never miss lecture again, not for this subject anyway.

I think I'm going to shut down soon.

Well actually not quite, but almost, as soon as I'm being paid for my hours.

Huhu my first job, 20. Yeah yeah say whatever you want but there's plenty of people out there that's still bumming around because money will flow into their account automatically during the beginning of each month instead of try making their own.

:) Although I was pretty noob today, but I still wanna say that I am proud of myself! Hahaha, at least for trying. Now pray for me that they start paying me soon, VERY SOON, hehe. Tokidoki here I come!

Besides that please please please read Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen and The Book Thief by Markus Zusak everyone! I couldn't stop reading the first book until the very last page and I read the latter mostly in the toilet when I'm doing my business wtf it's damn good. And watch Into the Wild because it's a great movie, sad but really good, not to mention totally inspirational in a self-evaluating kinda way. Most shocking of all, the movie is based on a true story and some of the characters are played by the real person and the main character lost 40 pounds to play his role.

Well that's ll I have for this post. I can't upload any pictures because I've already used up this month's quota but fear not, it'll be back again in 2 days time. Until then.

Hullo.

To the readers I still have, sorry for the absence, I'm back with pictures! :)

Here's abit of what I've been up to lately:


Moved in to our new place with Jac and I loved it although our place is still pretty empty considering the fact that we rented an unfurnished unit and hence only buying stuffs that are essential. Stupid neighbor came by and said it was pathetic (direct quote) hmmph but who cares who's the one with the soring electricity bill huahuahua!


This is me undergoing condensation. It was 5am in the morning and we were having breakfast after a night of witnessing Francesca being stripped by everyone wtf


Belgian Chocolates! you do the counting :9


Went to Bendigo during Easter break and that's the only place I went throughout the whole week of hols because after that I became mute and had to communicated with sign language :((


One of the vineyard owner was nice enough to take us around and explain how wine is made from scratch. We even got to try them in different stages, it was truly eye opening. =)

As for the cooking, it's going quite well and although we haven't attempted anything that require extra time in the kitchen it was still pretty satisfying, especially when you have someone to share the food with. Some shots:


Noodles for lunch.


Made French Toast when we have to finish-up our bread.


Jac Kee's Chow Mei Fun *applause!*


We eat our greens =]


And this must be the easiest thing to cook ever, other than Indo Mee la that is.

Assignments are pilling up again and while I'm trying to take it easier this year it's easier said than done. Gosh I hate stress, it ruins my mood, plants pimple on my forehead, and at the end I just don't feel like going anywhere at all or talking much :(( I wonder how some people cope so well with stress cuz I certainly don't. I think it's apart of the course to be creatively challenged otherwise you won't improve but I still think it's really competitive and especially so if you want to do well.

Ah, before I forget, here's some good movies I recently watched:
The Other Boleyn Girl: Betrayal in its worst, or in this case, best. I wonder if the book's good.
Step Up 2: Mucho mucho betta than the first one. I disagree with IMDB's rating of 4.7!
Martian Child: Damn, that kid's really cute!
Penelope: Light-hearted and witty, it's a different sort of fairy tale. Not without flaws but good enough.
Definitely Maybe: I think I've mentioned this movie in my previous post. Watch it it's enjoyable :)
Raising Helen: Heart-warming enough for a cold autumn.

The bad:
Shall We Dance: Why did they even bother to make a movie out of that crappy storyline I don't know. It's a shame considering the movie's got quite a great cast.
Dedication: It's not THAT bad but the storyline's kinda dull and half of the time I don't know what the fella was doing/thinking.

Well then that's it for now I'll try to update more whenever I'm free.

Peepz in Malaysia, I miss YOU!

I bet you must be wondering why is the shout in brackets.

But first, the (shout)out: ASHLEY TING YI YEAN and LAU PUI MUN, I miss you guys SO MUCH! You haven't heard from me cuz I've been kidnaped and held hostage in Lala Island by the aboriginals and had to wait for someone to fork out $1000,000,000 to save me.

Just kidding. It's funny how one can "disappear" from the world just for not having internet connection (for 2 weeks) right? Yesterday, after being FFK by the Optus guy for 3 times, he finally showed up on our doorstep to fix our phoneline. Woo hoo hoo!

And since then I've been staying ONline (god I love that word now wtf) because 1. I've been deprived of connection with the world 2. I miss talking to people because I can't talk in real life you see, I'm sick and I lost my voice completely! 3. It's the only thing a person can do when she has no voice.

Really, I can't even grocery shop without being rude you know. When I had to ask someone to excuse me because I need to get through to the other side I have to pat her shoulder instead. Then after that I can't gesture thankyou very much! Sigh and when my friends are discussing something I can't participate unless I want to sit there and just listen but what's the point right? And hanging out with me would be a bore because who wants to talk to someone who can only nods and shakes head? Not to mention cough like there's no tomorrow!

Ahh so sad, it's been 3 days, I think I should see a doctor. Wth I'm even convinced that my voice is totally gone for good because I can't even remember how it sounds like! T_______T

Yes, first post after the long absence and I am babbling again. Let the girl ramble won't you it's bad enough not being able to SPEAK oh how I miss that! Me, that talks too much sometimes. Me, that always has something to say about things. Me, that cannot live a second without talking. Sigh.

I'm down again pictures next time.

p/s: now you know why the shout is in brackets already right? Because I can't! *Frus*

This morning, I saw a rainbow. Today's going to be a great day! I thought.

This morning, I nearly froze my ass off walking to the train station.

This morning, when I was gona enter the train, I slipped, knocked my foot on something hard, and nearly fell backwards. The next time I looked at my legs, my left toe was swimming in a pool of blood.

This morning, I bought my usual Latte with one sugar from the Coffee Stand at the train station. You have a good day darl!, the lady behind the counter had said, and that was all it took to brighten me up, ease the pain off my bleeding toe.

This morning, the train got delayed and I was 15 minutes late for lecture.

This morning, I spent an hour in the clinic, just to get my toe bandaged. The nurse slapped on 2 white strips to make sure the skin stays in place until it grows back. Then she covered my toe with a large waterproof band aid. It looks like your wrapping food with plastic wrap, I had joked.

This morning, I was considering whether I should change my elective. Instead of Typography, I want to do something that's not design-related, like Japanese, Spanish, or maybe French.

This morning, the guys at the Malaysian Club booth sprayed Nada with the free Max Cola we got because today is his birthday.

This afternoon, we all had lunch at the Chinese Restaurant right outside uni.

This afternoon, I took the train to the city with Nada and Herman, they're alot of fun. We laughed over the silliness of Bollywood movies and how I paid $10 (the joining fee of the Malaysian Club) just to get a goodie bag filled with advertisement pamphlets.

Late afternoon, I met up with Kar Mun and we went to watch a movie. I waited for her at Borders and she, for me at the cinema. Miscommunication lol.

We both went to Smiggles and went totally crazy over their cool stationery. At the end we each bought a bendable plastic ruler cuz the others were too expensive.

Definitely, Maybe is really good. I dare say it's worth my every penny, and I'm sure Kar Mun will agree. It'll be out in Malaysia this April.

This evening, I nearly froze my ass of walking home.

This evening, I had fried rice and tomato soup for dinner.


-----------

As boring as my day may seem, I like it when there's a routine in life, my life. Normality may be uninteresting, but because of it, we're able to discover the little pleasures in life, simple but sweet.

Today went quite well for a first day of uni after 3 months of brain rusting. I almost forgot how being the only one with a different accent in a class which consists of 60 student felt like. You'd think that after one year I'll finally get used to the whole thing, but I guess it's not easy to get rid of that consciousness before speaking, only to realize what comes out of my mouth sound totally foreign and distant. A part of me wishes that I speak like them, so that I wouldn't feel so out of place, but another part of me thinks that I'm just being silly and people would understand me as long as what I say comes out from an English dictionary.

I always wonder: Is it because I'm different that's why people don't talk to me? Or because I'm different I try to keep myself with a safe distant so that others won't find out and think that I'm a freak? Okay, maybe freak is too strong a word to be used here. But there certainly isn't any other more suitable word right now. I try to prevent stress from getting to me, after all it's only the first day of class, but as soon as the assignment brief was given, I felt my tummy tighten. Anyone that knows that I don't have exams say the same thing: Wish I were you. Yeah think again. Every task I'm given feels like exam. And you know what the best part is? It never stops. Now how would you like an ongoing 4 months exam with only a week of study leave, sounds pretty fun eh?

When people ask you to describe yourself with one word, you give it a serious thought. You have a tough time choosing between few adjectives because you seem to think that you relate to more than one word. But here's the ironic thing, when people ask you to describe them in one word, you can almost immediately decide which word suits them best. Does that mean that they know you better? Or does it mean that you need to make more effort in getting to know yourself? When I'm alone, I like to guess what kind of person I am in the eyes of others. But usually only floats around in my mind: a loner.

It doesn't bother me all that much, until I saw the title of this semester's first assignment for Graphic Design Studio: REVEAL. Immediate response: Oh no.

If I were to describe myself/current situation in one word, the first word that pops up would be something along the lines of help! and alone, these days nothing seem to be within my control anymore.



Still waiting, hoping and believing,
Char

"If you use one of your children to save the life of another, are you being a
good mother - or a very bad one?"

I had to admit it, even before reaching the last word that marks the ending, I had started to feel like crying. Like her other book Nineteen Minutes, My Sister's Keeper holds a plot that grips it's readers so tight you could practically loose yourself in time, and words, for that matter. It's always the last few pages that changes everything. You will think you know, and will be able to guess, what will eventually turn out, only to find that bit by bit the story goes out of hand, into Picoults brilliantly formed net.

Now and then, she lets in bits and pieces of information, things that readers may or may not notice but will come to realization of the point of it being mentioned upon flipping till the last page. But of course, I won't say her writing is flawless, because I believe no one else is nor can ever be. And besides, the likability of a book is solely based on personal preference, just like wine. I would say this is a good book, a really good one in fact, although there were parts I'd thought were excesses that serve no purpose in telling the story.

Also, I like how she always ends her paragraphs and chapters sort of hanging but actually isn't. The only possible explanation would be her intention of trigerring thoughts, as if forcing readers to form their own thinking. If only, what would happen if only? So what now? Would you have done the same thing? Did she do it because she thinks it's right or because she needed to make the situation right?

Another tick in my to-read list. This book is good but personally I think Picoult needs to be careful of producing duplications because all through the book, I never stopped seeing shadows of Nineteen Minutes peeping out behind words (or actually it's the other way around since My Sister's Keeper was written before it), even though both stories are not related nor were they similar. But the thing that doesn't change is the pathway she had formed for her readers, and how she had guided them with the same old gesture and emotions, till the end.

Now about the book, I felt sorry for Anna, the same way I felt sorry for Delia in Vanishing Acts, and Peter in Nineteen Minutes. They were all victims, but people fail to see that, because they were too blind to pay attention to what goes on behind what plays right before their eyes. In her stories, no one wins and no one looses. Things doesn't always turn out the way the readers want, because they are out of the reader's imagination or in other words, the assumption of what Picoult is capable of: re-manipulating the plot. Instead, it always twists itself into something it ought to be, for the good of all. Giving her readers a satisfying but not another oh-how-I-wish-it-was-like-that ending shows that she is indeed a very talented writer.

Pride and Prejudice? And all the other Jane Austen movies for that matter.

I may be a thousand decades behind but it's never too late to declare how very much worth watching this movie is. I fell in love with it from the very beginning. And unlike sense and sensibility, which is also equally good but can be quite draggy at times, this one grips me from the beginning till the very end, when Mr. Darcy kissed Elizabeth aka Mrs Darcy longingly and in my own assumption, lived happily ever after the end. And Mr Darcy... oooooooh don't even get me started on how charming the man is. Muahaaha, I'm hooked oh yes I am.

I have never read any of her books though, knowing the experience on screen may not be as thrilling as it is in the form of sentences. And because the language is slightly more complex I think I would much prefer to let it guide me through vision and conversations among the characters.

Well of course, her other novel-turned-movies are good too but I have yet covered all of them. Will do when I settle down and have my internet connection transferred to the new place. :)

The Jane Austen Book Club is obviously out of that category. Released only recently, it's a modern day book-made-movie that talks about 6 different Californians who formed a book club to discuss Jane Austen's works. It's quite an interesting movie as it reflects to the viewers how each character developes and grows as they further understand Jane Austen as a person in relation to the similarities of the characters in her books. I'm not going to go into details except conclude that this movie is, too, worth a watch. :)

--------------


Update:

I'm still homeless and will be until the 6th of March. From Wednesday onwards I won't have internet connection until god knows when because something's terribly wrong with my apple baby, will explain next time.

Right now I only pray that everything will turn out alright. Jac, everything will be fine right? Wish you were here.

When I get back I have to:

1) transfer funds from fix deposit to net bank saver.
2) change address: oshc, bank, monash, mobile, optus.
3) apply for phoneline. disconnect old one.
4) set up internet at the new place. oh pls router don't shit on me.
5) buy furniture: fridge, washing machine, vacumn, iron + board, clothes rack, study table, shelves, lamps, tv, sofa, blinds/curtain, detergents, mop, kitchen table + chairs... omgomgomg how am i going to afford all that?
6) enquire about the bill payments. we pay for electricity. water should be owner's responsibility. 7) get back half of the internet + landline expensew from lyncia.
8) pay semester fees. i'm overdue.
9) get movers/help to move my stuffs from yee ming's, the old place, and get my luggage bag from cous.
10) extend oshc visa within a month.
11) i have another month of gym membership to be continued in melbourne. use it.
12) work. but before that, land myself a part-time job.
13) pick up all types, my work's in there.
14) supposed to hand in logo design for the malaysian club. aiks. no time. not to mention inspiration or mood.
15) reapply working permit.

Great. No house. No internet. Limited mobility. and now, I have 15 things to do immediately upon arriving WHILE making sure I don't miss any classes when uni starts on the 25th.

someone kill me please. i don't wanna go back :(((

Already, I’m feeling home-sick. It cannot be. Is it even possible for one to feel home-sick when at the very moment one’s fingers are tapping lively on the alphabet keys on the keyboard, not in some foreign exotic land that spells anything but home?

Dread. This is all I can feel running through the veins in my body right now. And then, I come to realize that in 3 days time, my ass would be glued on a MAS seat, watching movie while having plane food – bad food, and counting down the hours before landing on Kangaroo Land once again.
I do not understand how some people can be so looking forward to going back. I can see the reason in that, but to relate to it is another matter. Maybe I’m just one of those creatures longing to be locked up even though I’ve always strived for freedom. At least things are predictable here, and predictable is what I need now, in a living-life-peacefully kinda way.

Cheer up, I try to tell my unlikely-to-be-persuaded self. Right now, I hope that gloom will leave me alone. It’s as if I’ve been walking under a rain cloud above my head these few days, an invisible rain cloud that has been pouring only on me and glides along above my head wherever I go, blocking all means of sunshine. Go rain on someone else, I tell it.

If I can pack them up in my luggage bag, I will gladly do so, even if I exceed my 20kg quota so much that I will have to file a cheque to pay it off just to get them in the plane!


Going crazy over hoodies!


Dining Mexican at Las Carretas.


Secret Recipe.


On the way home from Zah's 21st, ala smile-until-cannot-see-eyes.


Pre-xmas family gathering/cousin's beearlied birthday celebration.


Fitting room affair *winks*


Chinese New Year house-hopping! I lost RM 30. T________T


Warming up (him, not me!) before going to Sky Bar.


That hat looks heavy to me :S


The day Ash flies to Hawaii.


Outside Zen's place, after meeting up at Alexis.



Got bored while waiting for food at The Apartments. Btw the food is BAD.


Lim Yong's birthday dinner at Itallianese.


Having cakes with sa poh at Bakerzine.


Growing out legs wtf.



A short meeting-up with the ex-K1-ians at Mark's Place.


Chin Fei 's best look, haha!


Dining at Dragon-i. Come to me oh siew long baos!


BBQ at Kwan Weng's with the sexybabes. :9



Aw, I miss them already!


-----------





The Time Traveler's Wife is awesome! Part of me is sad because I've finished reading the book, it's so brilliant I want to laugh and cry at the same time. The movie's coming out in a few months time and I can't wait!! Let's hope it's good. I highly recommend this book people. :)

Other good reads I've picked up during the holidays:




1) The Guardian by Nicholas Sparks
2) Sophie's Bakery for the Broken Hearted by Lolly Winston
- A touch of humor added onto the character's emotional wreck, bad hair, and Oreo addiction.
3) Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult
- One of the best among all, the story is very thought-provoking and compelling, I loved it!
4) Vanishing Acts by Jodi Picoult
5) Dear John by Nicholas Sparks
- Heart-breaker, tear-jerker.
6) For One More Day by Mitch Albom
7) The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfiel
- An engrossing tale that sucks you in like a black hole, I couldn't put it down until the last page.

The thing about finally fishing up a good read is that you will always expect the next book to be as good and if it's anything but better you'll feel disappointed. Books are expensive aren't they?? And it doesn't help that for me, 2 books is not enough to last a week. :((

I can't wait to get my hands on these!:



1) My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult
2) The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
3) A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
4) The Choice by Nicholas Sparks

Has anyone read any of them yet?