Back to Bedlam.



There is this something about James Blunt, and I don't know what it is, but it makes me have "You're Beautiful" on repeat so many times you would think I never knew any other song on this earth.

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And I'm really sorry I have to do this (especially re: posting pics of Krispy Kremes), but here are some pictures of my Sydney trip:



Sydney Harbour Bridge!



The hotel room, which four of us shared. $35 per night per person - awesome rate :p



I look happy sipping the drink, but trust me, it was the sourest (?) margarita I ever had, and finishing it was painful -_-



The Opera House, just for you Hueyz :)



The gorgeous bartender from Clock Hotel, who was such a great sport (well, eventually -_-). Gunther, you are shameless but that is precisely why I love you ;) And thanks for Photoshop, Sponk!



Lunch...



Lunch again... ;p



And finally, the Krispy Kremes, 48 of which I carried back to Melbourne... o_O



The L'oreal model at Safeway, back in Melbourne - what can I say? Look at his eyes... his eyes!!!!!!

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... and I was overcome by an incomprehensible, almost self-comforting sense of gladness when I knew that perhaps you aren't as perfect as I'd made you out to be.

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I am a dreamer and when I wake
You can't break my spirit
It's my dreams you take
And as you move on, remember me
Remember us and all we used to be.

James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover.

情人 Happy Birthday.





Happy 44th Birthday to the man who never fails to surprise; the first man who made me do the unthinkable ;p

华仔，生日快乐。

If this is your first night at Fight Club, you HAVE to fight.

Second week into the spring break, and I am beginning to feel the workload pile on my back. Assignments, presentations (in English, in Japanese - sigh), and tests are coming right after uni restarts on 3rd October. I had an awesome first week, what with spending almost four days in Sydney stuffing my face with Krispy Kremes, drooling over yummy boys and dancing to wild music... those good times seemed to last forever... but now it is the last week of the break and it's time to pick up the pieces and restart the engine to WORK. Except, I am going to watch "Little Fish" (Cate Blanchett!) with Piggy and Nat later in the afternoon. Wow, what an awesome start to my supposed 'study' week, indeed.

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Brad Pitt (and Uma Thurman, actually) is the new ambassador of Tag Heuer, and can I just say that he looks so damn good in the adverts?!? I mean, not that he doesn't look good all the time, anyway ;p





I swear some people are just born with amazing genes.

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And Happy 25th, HL... although it's already been four years since the first, and only time.

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And I won't miss the way you kiss me
We were never carved in stone.

Go West - King Of Wishful Thinking.

I refuse to believe I never knew this song until yesterday, in the car... o_O

What if.

I should have gotten off that tram when I saw you this afternoon.

What if you should decide
That you don't want me there in your life
That you don't want me there by your side?

Coldplay - What If.

Wake me up when September ends.

I have a strange habit of doing lots of thinking while in the shower. I ponder about ideas for an essay, what to say during a tutorial presentation, rehearse speeches, reflect on certain issues, wonder about my future, etc. as I apply shampoo on my hair. And earlier on in the shower I thought about how much I have changed since my teenage years, and how there was this one incident to prove it.

When I was 15 (OMG I looked like crap then!) I had a crush on this boy from church, and while he did not exactly feel the same way about me, we were really really close friends - he called me every Friday night, and when we went out in a group he would wait with me at the taxi stand until Mom came to pick me up... things like that. I guess it sort of became 'obvious' to the rest of the cell group, and people started speculating our relationship (like hello, we were 15???), particularly this other girl who had this HUGE MAJOR THING for him, too. And I mean HUGE MAJOR THING as in to the point of obsession. So what happened was, she became terribly jealous of me (poor me did not realise it at all then) and one fine day used the boy's nick to chat with me on the then-popular IRC, told me that 'he' liked me and stuff like that (!!!!!).

OH MY GOD. And I actually had no idea it wasn't him I was talking so long with!!!! (Kill me please, someone)

I honestly cannot remember how I reacted to her 'lies'. Afterall I was only 15 and I had no idea if I said I liked him back or whatever. To cut a long story short, she finally came clean and admitted that it was HER that I'd been chatting with, towards the end of the conversation. The worst thing was, I actually forgave her there and then because I had absolutely no friggin idea what had happened. I do remember being embarrassed rather than angry because I might have said something that was private and supposedly only for 'him' to know. But oh well. The next time I saw her in person, things were actually normal and I never brought the incident up again. She did apologise with a letter and a bunch of flowers though (O_o kua zhang!), but I wasn't even angry to start with!!! o_O ARGH. I was way too naive to understand the gravity of the situation, the fact that she was so evil and cunning and overly-jealous that she could do such a thing to me, her so-called FRIEND. It was seriously so OMG la. As I recalled the entire incident just now I couldn't help but wonder why the hell I was so naive to even forgive her without a second thought. BAH! When I was a teenager I did the shittiest things without understanding why, and it super kills me now.

That being said, I don't know if it's a good or bad thing, but I am glad I have lost all that innocence and dropped the notion that everything in this world is sugary sweet and if we treat others with kindness the world will become a much better place.

Screw that crap.

Do something like that to me now, and you be prepared to INCUR MY WRATH.

Dear J, maybe you should be happy that we are no longer in touch? :)

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends.

Green Day - Wake Me Up When September Ends.

The space between.

Three full days in Sydney with the gang, and I think I've pretty much had enough of that city. It was a good trip, a nice getaway with the people who matter, and we had heaps of great fun, but there were just some aspects about Sydney that I felt couldn't compare with Melbourne... I guess for Piggy and I, we came back to Melbourne with a renewed love for this city we live in.

So anyway one of the highlights for me was my first official clubbing experience in this pub known as 'Three Red Monkeys'. It had an awesome live band that played classic rock/alternative songs and people just got on to the front and danced like there was no tomorrow. I was really uncomfortable initially (simply because I am no dancer -_-) but seeing how Gunther, Piggy and MM were shaking away, I just thought HECK IT and let myself go :D It was especially enjoyable when all they played were classic old favourites like "Living On A Prayer", "With Or Without You", and "Summer of 69"! Imagine dancing to those with a million other people on the dance floor! Super high la :p

Second highlight was dining at Billy Kwong's. In fact, just the whole experience of having to wait two friggin hours for a table (!!) But we were such suckers for good Asian fare, so we had a couple of drinks at the lounge nearby while waiting. And boy (pun very much intended), the bartender who made our drinks was drop dead gorgeously cute la!!! *MSN faint emote* We should have taken a pic.

On another note altogether, I lugged back four boxes (means 48 in total!!??) of Krispy Kreme doughnuts (yes, together with 2 pairs of new shoes and other things - ugh!) You must be wondering what's the big fuss about DOUGHNUTS, but trust me, never underestimate the power of Krispy Kremes - the rest can attest to that. It was an embarrassing sight, both carrying them and walking around the airport as well as on the plane itself -_- I bet the Aussies must be thinking, "Friggin Asians never tasted doughnuts before?!" ;p

At first there were 48, but 30 have now been distributed to those who ordered them, which leaves me with 18. 12 are for myself, the remaining 6 still sitting at home, waiting to be given away...

I really, really wish I could offer you some.

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The space between what's wrong and right
Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you.

The Dave Matthews Band - The Space Between.

Steal my sunshine.

I'm probably not supposed to be feeling this way, but I admit that I miss having you in my life.

I decided that it was just a passing thought.


想回到过去

试着让故事继续

至少不再让你离我而去。

I'll only miss her when I think of her.

I am mighty pleased. It was the premiere of Survivor Guatemala last night and I was just waiting to see what those "two wicked twists in one hour" were. When I saw two tiny figures appear from afar I thought the producers got two tribesmen to help the teams in the game :D But no, they were Steph and Bobby Jon from Survivor Palau!!! They were two of my favourites from the previous season and I'm so happy they are back to play again... don't know if they'd be easier targets though o_O *fingers crossed*

Just one more day and we'll be heading to Sydney for the holidays (to chill, relax, and meet Nat). It's been 15 years since I'd last been there, and this time I can't wait to lay my hands (and sink my teeth) into those KRISPY KREME doughnuts!!!! ^_^

I can't wait a moment more
Tell me quando quando quando
Say it's me that you adore
And then darling tell me when.

Michael Buble & Nelly Furtado - Quando Quando Quando.

You and I both.

First and foremost Happy 22nd Birthday to Z - my most wonderful companion, confidante and counsellor (amongst many other other things of course!)... since three years ago :> Am afraid the card will have to wait though ;p

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I can't decide which is better - to go for all these fitness classes and come back and eat like craaaaazy (and I mean, like never before), or to just not exercise and watch my diet. I am obviously wondering about this question because after an awesome class at FF yesterday I came home and ate like 1001 things the moment I got home. I might have put in more than I burned out... in the long run o_O Life sucks, because it is so full of little dilemmas...

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Around this time last year I asked myself what on earth I was doing. A year later, I'm asking myself exactly the same question. Different situation, same question. That same question will never be answered.

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home.

Michael Buble - Home.

Strangers in the night.

The entire concept of blogs - the act of blogging itself, and reading others' blogs, in my opinion, is evil. To start with, it has totally destroyed my habit of writing in a diary. I started keeping a diary at the age of ten, and until I began blogging three years ago, I'd accummulated six diaries in nine years, all hand-written in ink, of the good the bad and the ugly. The other day I flipped through my seventh diary only to realise that my first entry was dated 8th April 2002 and only contains ten entries so far O_o

Despite the fact that my diary is a non-living thing without feelings and emotions, I actually felt a tinge of guilt when I thought about how I'd ditched the good old-fashioned way of hand-writing for an online blog, the supposed 'in' thing of recent years. The weirdest, most ironic thing was, I'd actually ditched my only-for-my-eyes diary for an anyone-can-access blog, coupled with funky template, photos and links, etc.

Which meant that certain content had to be censored - names had to be substituted with nicknames, I couldn't bitch about anyone and most importantly I found myself not being able to write how I truly felt most of the time because I'm so conscious about how everyone (close friends, not-so-close friends, acquaintances, even random strangers) is actually going to read my writing. Also realised that I occasionally felt that obligation to write because some people check in everyday and I feel like I have a responsibility to keep up with writing, as odd as this sounds.

Then there is the fact that with a blog, your life's happenings are presented to the rest of the world, regardless of whether they know you or not. I mean, take today for example I met an acquaintance on the tram and at the back of my head I was piecing stories of her life here in Melbourne based entirely from reading her blog. And the worst thing was, she had no idea I read it. Well, not that I was intentionally being sneaky, it's just that HJ keeps giving me the address to read (pushing the blame to others ;p)

As much as I think that blogs are an evil concept and they make you feel so much lesser than the person you really are, deep down inside I know I cannot live without them. Blogging is convenient - you can hit the 'backspace' key everytime you wish to delete a wrong word, it is obviously quicker than hand-writing, and it keeps you in touch with your friends (which is especially significant to me who lives away from home). Not to mention that reading others' blogs gives you the lowdown on their lives, in this day and age when people are simply too busy to meet face to face or even have an online conversation O_o Of course there is also the existence of blogs to feed the voyeuristic desires of people like myself. I embarrassedly admit that when I am bored with nothing to do, I click on random links on my friends' blogs just to see what kind of person 'Sharon' or 'Benjamin' is. So there you go, knowing the entire life story of someone when you don't even know him or her personally...

I think I will be addicted to blogging, and blog-reading for a long time to come.

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On another note altogether, Starbuck had his hair cut over the weekend and I must say that I don't really like it that much.

I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...

Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter.

Dream dancing.

I've frankly never thought much of Michael Buble when he released his first album. I mean, I did like his brand-new rendition of "The Way You Look Tonight" and probably "Kissing A Fool" as well, but I thought, "Nah, not for me".

But since late last month I've been bugging ASS to send me all his songs from the new album, and I've been playing a selected few tracks everyday on my way to uni ;p May I just say that Michael Buble has moved up 10 notches on Lynn's jazz charts and I can't get enough!

Norah, you should start working harder ;p And thanks, ASS ^_^

I can only give you country walks in springtime
And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall.

Michael Buble - That's All.

Sigh...

September.

When you have too much time to kill in the library you do things like compile a list of songs you used to like (I emphasize on USED TO!!), but would never, ever, admit you liked them ;p I came up with my Top 10, in no particular order (please also note that this was many many many years ago) -_-

1) If I Let You Go - Westlife

2) I Drive Myself Crazy - N'Sync

3) Never Let You Down - The Honeyz

4) The Day We Find Love - 911 (my god, this has got to be my most favourite o_O)

5) As Long As You Love Me - Backstreet Boys

6) I Do Cherish You - 98 Degrees

7) This Is Our Song - Code Red

8) I Love The Way You Love Me - Boyzone

9) Love Me For A Reason - Boyzone

10) God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You - N'Sync

Conclusion: 7 boybands, 1 girlband o_O

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Blob's family opened a new cafe at SMU yesterday (apparently at the School of Info Systems) - har har. And to think they claimed to have "no money" to come to Melbourne to pack up Blob's shit. Well whatever, I just want to see how long their business lasts. In case you were wondering, my relationship with them is no longer love-hate. It has become a 100% hate-hate since last month.

It's at times like these when I wish I could tell you random little things like this stupid new cafe my family has opened, but I also realise that I'm not supposed to.

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Fell in love with a voice while shopping at Myer yesterday. The music and the voice was so haunting that I had to go into the store and ask what CD they were playing (my 3rd time! ;p). I fondly remember my first time doing the same thing sometime in 2002 when I first heard Jane Monheit's "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" playing at the basement of Raffles Place MRT. I still am very much in love with this song today :>

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Piggy said something to me two days ago that still leaves my mind reeling. Perhaps I am just that kind of person who can be content with not having the things she wants. I can't decide if it's a good or bad thing...

Maybe I got a lot to learn
Time can slip away
Sometimes you got to lose it all
Before you find your way.

Madeleine Peyroux - Don't Wait Too Long.

Let's get it on.



Simply because it says so much.

Lovely, never ever change
Keep that breathless charm
Won't you please arrange it
'Cos I love you
Just the way you look tonight.

Michael Buble - The Way You Look Tonight.

You must have been a beautiful baby.

I felt like I did a million things yesterday. After my morning lecture ended at noon, I accompanied a friend to see a student advisor, went to Brunetti's for a cappuccino, accompanied the same friend to check out plane ticket prices for her trip to Shanghai, met another classmate to talk about the post-Tsunami Thailand trip, then walked around with her around uni to print, and also hand in her essay due in the late afternoon. At 4.20 I went for one hour of Body Step, then met Piggy and Grey for a bit at the scene of the crime.

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On the tram home I was grinning/smiling to myself (for some reason I won't reveal here ;p), but after awhile I noticed the two middle-aged men (I swear they are Singaporean) seated across me were chatting in Hokkien, loud enough for me to hear and understand. Apparently they were sort of having a discussion about me and what I was smiling to myself about (duh!).

So when I found out that the topic of conversation was me, I shot an annoyed glare at them. One of them (let's call him B1, B for B*st*rd ;p) then stupidly asked the other (B2) in Hokkien, "Eh you think she understands?" B2 replied with a laugh, half-looking at me at the same time, "I don't know leh". I thought it was friggin' outrageous and screamed at them, "Eh hiao eh hiao!" (meaning, I understand, I understand)

The two idiots immediately shut up when they found out that I understood Hokkien, then carried on with their conversation, still in (friggin' annoying) Hokkien, about some business and technology stuff - the usual male idle talk. I stuck my earphones into my ears and continued listening to my music, but at my stop before I got off, I decided to purposely roll my eyes and say very loudly, "Gong wei mai gong ah nee dua sia la!!" (meaning, don't talk so loudly)

Ok so my Hokkien pinyin stinks, but there's just no other way I could express it in writing, I guess =_=

The point of blogging about this incident is that, I realised I have become braver throughout these years, especially since coming to Melbourne. I don't think I would have had the guts to stand up for myself if this happened two years ago. But then again, those two idiots were really, really annoying. I mean, at their age they actually had the mood to discuss why I was smiling to myself?!?! Get a life, both of you crazy no-life SINGAPOREAN freaks. I find it uncanny how I only barely understand one Chinese dialect, and it just had to be Hokkien you guys were using to talk about ME. Life is always unfair (in this case for you two losers). So f*** off now, and you'd better make sure you don't run into me the second time. *triumphant*

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The answer to the burning question was, amazingly, one that I'd actually expected and wondered about. Wasn't very impressed initially, but when I think about it now I can see why :) Classic and old-fashioned, your name fits you to a 'T'. I guess I should be glad enough it isn't something too cringeworthy, like Albert or Richard or Jimmy. Or maybe like, Martin or Maurice.... OR Bill - OMG!

Dying inside
I was dying inside
But I couldn't bring myself to touch you.

Timmy Thomas - Dying Inside To Hold You.

I love this song laaaaa, despite what everyone else thinks. Right Piggy? ;p

I have a date with spring.

Springtime is finally here, but let's check out what I did during the winter...



S.H.E. Singapore version *puke puke cough cough* ;p



The usual trio ;p



Huh? ;p



Japanese ice cream - one of the best I've ever tasted.



Me, at my most embarrassing behaviour.



In Tokyo. OMG how bad was the shirt la?! (I swear it was not trying to be intentionally funny or 'PUNNY')...

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It's 4pm on Friday, and I am so bored!

One fine day
You'll look at me
And then you'll know our love
Was meant to be
One fine day
You're gonna want me for your girl.

The Chiffons - One Fine Day.

The curtain falls.

After receiving four notifications in a span of five minutes about who the ultimate winner of Project Superstar was, I came to a conclusion that alot of people know that I love following that silly singing competition o_O Mom called to tell me, Dad and Z both sent an SMS, and ZH sent me a message via MSN. Not that it mattered at all really, because I had no feelings for the remaining two contestants vying for the title anyway (yes I am still bitter that my favourites are out ;p). Singing competitions are always unfair when 70% of the decision lies in the audience's hands. Well, most of the time I guess.

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I thought I could get a name today with Piggy's help, but things just weren't meant to be (bah bah bah!!!). It's funny how when you finally decide to get something done, circumstances just don't allow you to. I am very sad today laaaaaaa -_-

You passed me by
And your heart as cold as ice.

Cagnet - Hear Me Cry.