;)

Overhaul & long overdued, pictorials.

Jean, i love the grainy effect on the pictorials.
It makes the pictorials effin retro.
xx



i love this picca.

why the change in tee shirt halfway?
someone spilt wine on my shirt.



too drunk, i must have drank that bottle by myself.

ok im going to invest in some chung shi lovin' now.
then gym time babeh.

obsession.

A red one
Convict
Gaga

I've had a little bit too much
All of the people start to rush.
Start to rush babe.
How does he twist the dance?
Can't find my drink or man.
Where are my keys, I lost my phone.
What's go-ing out on the floor?
I love this record baby,
but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool
what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright.

Just dance. Gunna be okay.

Da-doo-doo-doo

Just dance. Spin that record babe.

Da-doo-doo-doo

Just dance. Gunna be okay.

Duh-duh-duh-duh

Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance.

Because we are spiritual beings having a human experience xx

creature of habit.

Financial distress:- having multitudes of nothingness in your wallet.

If we could make decrees, coles petrol coupons would definately be my poison.
They would have some form of intrinsic value. And I, I would be in a better place.

The mere act of trying to redeem yourself from excessive spending is quite possible detrimental to a person's development.
=/

The only thing i can do now is ask myself that very pink question,
"Where did my moolah go?"
If i could answer that in a nano second, i think i'd be king, no, god.

Why am i so cash poor?
Let's not be reminded.

So, for the millionenth time, let's not make that same mistake again.
xx

As for exams, my last paper is tomorrow.
Unfortunately, my gearbox has given in.
I heard a splutter, kaput 2 nights ago after my third exam.

How to retain my sanity and keep pressing on?

Currently, there is just too many things on my mind.
I feel like sleeping.

I've lost the plot, or well on my way there.
xx

Having no moolah is a pain.
Having no moolah whilst suffering from manic depression & panic attacks means there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

I'm beginning to turn into that creature I hate,
part ocd, part creature of habit.

which reminds me, I still have one unpaid due.

bangbang she shot me down.

Vlaemsch is. http://www.vlaemsch.be/blog/
A modern and contemporary way of pimping your space.
Yes, their quirky products have been my current lust buy for months.
Unfortunately, I couldn't find them till now.
Tell me you don't love these babies.. *puppydog eyes

Mr. Moosehead

Mr. deerhead

Mr. roedeerhead

Wouldn't they brighten up your fireplace?

Made fully out of plywood, don't worry no babies were hurt on the production line.
Picasso couldn't have done better.
xx

Today I was coined termed "malay".
Not that it mattered really but the last time that happened was in high school.
Needless to say, I made the fat lady sing on that day.

Anyway, I am uber penniless and have been for a while now.
Guess these will have to go on the "wait list".
On the brightside, my exams have been great.
Two down, two to go.

Oh, and i'm heading to sydney with mj during the hols.
We will be staying at a serviced apartment equipped with a full kitchen & broadband.
*The broadband is actually for me bcz im sure a blog junkie.
Bondi Beach, Paddington, Paddy Haymarket, Coldrock, Minus 5 i, we shall conquer.
Mm...can't wait.

Warmer weather, better ice cream & excellent sushi -what more could i ask for?

Should i get the 3faced camera? =/

Besides sydney, I might make a trip down to see mr. fire engine in Brisbane.
That would be during the mid semester break in October though.

Hols hols hols. Deck those hols.
xx

Jangan merangkak di atas tandas.

immediate translation: do not squat on toilets.
picture courtesy of deakin uni toilets.
xx

angmo singing

putting bananas to shame.
shame on us all.
his pronouciation is so clear ey?
& for such a good cause too.
xx

awe...you feeling me?

Translation

The brush outlines a beautiful pattern, brush strokes becoming lighter

The peony on the bottle, simplest beauty, just like you

Whiffs of incense smoke bring your troubles to my heart

I pause halfway while painting

The glazing of the lady's portrait hides her charm

Your smile, to me, like a budding flower

But your beauty dissipates like smoke, to a place I can never reach

The perfect shade of blue awaits the right weather, like how I wait for you

From a thousand miles away, I gaze at the curling chimney smoke

The calligraphy beneath the bottle, elegance of the Han Dynasty

Our meeting I foreshadowed＊

The perfect shade of blue awaits the right weather, like how I wait for you

The moonlight smudged away the remnants of our ending

Like legendary porcelain obsessed with itself, your eyes full of laughter

Those blue carp seem to come alive on the white bowl

While I am imitating the Song inscription I'm thinking of you

The eon of secrets you buried in the kiln

It's exquisiteness like an embroidery needle

The banana tree outside brought the sudden downpour, and in turn the copper rust on the door handle

My passing by Jiangnan brings me to you

You fade away into the deep abyss of the Chinese painting

Overview: This song makes use of the metaphor of porcelain to describe love and separation. Separation doesn't always have to be painful and sad, it can be inscribed for life in memories and in the heart, just like paintings on porcelain, glazed and fixed for eternities. The pain and the sadness can pass with time, but the beauty of the love will always stay. bifang.multiply.com

being malaysian.

hold on brother hold on
the road is long, we're on stony ground
but i'm strong & u ain't heavy
(:

1:55, 2:15.

hating june, loving july.

I AM SO EFFIN BOTHERED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1. i am in dire need of a financial calculator.
2. my phone is barred again!
3. my bill is high again!
4. my exams are (pls fill in blank here) X_X
5. i am an uber non-commital study freak!
6. i feel like a lazy wheelchair baby.
7. my goods have yet to arrive.
8. i am sick & just took 2 panadols.
9. headache.
10. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

i am so exhausted from exhaustion, it's unbelievable.
how to get through this week???????

take as many panadols as possible.
drag as many cancer sticks you can.
& try, try to survive.

ooookay.., panadols kicking in (:
xx

20 mins later,

is it better to be the dumbest smart person or the smartest dumb person?

p.s. oh no, munsie. it's happening. X_X

asian sensitivity

I must admit i lack the tack for desensitizing myself from problems.
That said, my problems carry the better part of me in a sea of gloomy skies.
I vaguely remember what I was annoyed about or why it had it even occured.

"It's way beyond repair", I remember saying to the doctor.
He didn't flinch. Instead, he just stood there.

"Can't you see the crack?" I asked, half expecting an answer.
I had left him hanging in my blue ocean.

"Us asians are very sensitive. We lack the knack to express ourselves easily. However, we make up for it through our feelings. I think mine quadrupled due to my rebellious nature." I continued.

Status: Inability to find the right words, those even answers & those self explanatory questions

I must be a porcelain doll -once broken, considered sold.

xx

goodnight.
9 more lecture streams to go.
ZzzZz~

lateral thinking.

"I CAN ONLY BE THE BEST THAT I CAN BE"

sleepy..

failure to launch

you're my poignant tree of life, somewhere way back when?

fatality:- to ruin another's happy over something trivial.

when you almost, just almost ruin your parent's holiday with the intention to give the mrs a call and brawl. thankfully, a hot shower gave me a little bit of self realisation on my hiccup.
ooo..steamy.

well, here i am again, indebted to this stupid blog because it catches my last breaths.

i wonder why i keep chasing my panic button.
sometimes i wonder whether it's me or the world.
if it's me, then i can fix it.
right.
no, no questions because rhetorics are so banal.

how to fix something that is so close to breaking every 6 months?
i feel my biological clock coming yet again.
beep* press panic button internally. wtf.

how long is moolah going to keep me from crying insanity?
how long is the mrs going to put pressure on my bleeding wound?
how long are cancer sticks going to last? my lifetime?
how long?

i feel like an egg left out under the sun waiting to turn bad over winter.
oh degradation.

i suppose it's the uncertainty beyond which i'm not use to.
empty, it seems. but nothing is always as it seems.

where is my slice of pie?

victim of assurance.

love foolosophy.

maslow theory of needs.

Maslow argues that the needs of the individual form a hierarchy from physiological needs (hunger, thirst), to safety needs (security, protection), to social needs (sense of belonging, love), to esteem needs (self-esteem, recognition, status), to factualisation needs (self-development, realisation).

Lower-order needs in the hierarchy such as hunger tend to be satisfied first and higher-order needs such as those related to self-esteem tend to be satisfied last.

Karen.