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Wednesday, April 22, 2009Y

What teachers I remember

You know the saying that goes, "Teachers only remember students who are exceptionally smart, dumb, beautiful and ugly"?

Well, "Students only remember teachers who are exceptional" as well.

Exceptionally colour coordinated. I used to have this Science teacher during high school who is a pro at this. Green blouse with green ribbon. Blue blouse with blue ribbon. Red blouse with red ROSE in hair.

Exceptionally quirky. Loud and cold at times. Funny and warm at other times. Throwing random topics at all times. I remember her telling me how proud she was to still have a flat tummy during her late twenties. During then, I was still thinking, "Doesn't every have a flat tummy, duh?" Well well well. Stupid me for being so naive and at the same time failing to have a flat tummy in my early twenties! I believe all who have been in her class remembers her. And with her sense of humour, even I who is the timid-est of mankind dare to put her name here - our dear Miss Leong :-) Missing the times with her.

Exceptionally temperamental. This teacher of mine is the textbook definition of PMS - all year long, 24/7 thank you. She could be so damn warm and approachable this minute and totally icy cold and harsh in the next minute. The teacher our class monitor Eric made a hobby out of apologising to haha.

Exceptionally straight hair. *sound effect - fung fung fung fung* Hehe. Anyone remember this?

Exceptionally embarassing stage moment. "Selalu pergi Milimewah, 'honey dew' saja!" "........." He meant to complain about students dating in the local mall and I think, I am just making a very logical guess, he wanted to say 'honeymoon'. Am I right?

Exceptionally awesome handwriting. I showed the page with his writing in my Primary 3 report card to everyone in my family. As good as computer typed and as cursive as Jennifer Lopez. I still remember his name - Cikgu Ika! Where art thou?

Exceptionally 'counselling'. I wonder if she is only memorable to me? She sent me to my one and only counselling session and it was not for any sort of 'counselling' but more of an interrogation of why why WHY did I make the nice guys from the class next to mine not join her camp. Hence I remember her. And a certain schoolmate of mine who escaped to UK grrr.

Exceptionally smooooooooth. Everything about her is smooooth. The way she handles things, the way she presents herself. I really can think of no other better word for this teacher. From the way she walks to the way she talks (while assembly) - catching every boy's attention. From her pop song/Cleo quizes for English class to answering naughty questions from boys in Biology class - making every lesson interesting. I guess you all know I am talking about Miss Franky here. At least the boys do . . . . .

Exceptionally nice to boys. Rotan in sewing class for girls. Sunshine smile for accounting class with girls and boys. Pffft. This category comprises a few, actually 2 of them la. Go figure!

Exceptionally sporting. I guess he must be the most open-minded and adventurous and encouraging headmaster in Sandakan back then. Without losing his authority of course. Always such a sport and never hesitating to mix around with his students. Somewhat like a GTO (he is on his way haha). Doesn't hurt to name names when my memory is this good - Mr Henley!

Just like the way teachers only remember the ones who stand out in school, the students only remember the teachers who stand out in school as well. Especially when they stand out for a bad cause. How sad.

I bet I was remembered as a brat in primary school. Probably not remembered during Form 1-3. And re-remembered in a more positive way (I hope) during Form 4-5.

I think la. . . .

What other teachers do you think are memorable? Someone I ought to have mentioned? (I am a bit too sleepy now to venture into my uni period)

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Sunday, April 19, 2009Y

Hello there?

I started this blog a few months after I first came to Australia to start my studies. It was out of loneliness perhaps.

I wanted it to be a portal where others can stay updated about everything me.
I wanted to record events in my life seeing how it was a new chapter being fresh out of a relationship, away from family in a foreign land for the first time and learning to be independent.

Somehow, I continued to blog until today.

From the tiny little dorm room of Normanby Hall in Monash Clayton to my own bedroom at Taman Indah Sandakan to the termite-infected room at Lagoonview Condominium Sunway and now, my Marshall home in Clayton.

My blogging style changed considerably as well. My old posts were often emotional and vague. Then it became more about general topics. Now it is more personal and opinionated.

This blog started out empty then came the various widgets and counters.
This blog started out with few readers the came Nuffnang and the counter which made me realize there are more than a few of you.

At the end of the day, I guess I am just happy to have maintained this blog for this long.

But I do have one burning question.

Who are my readers other than the two hands can count finish people who actually wrote on my chatbox?

I really really extremely dyingly wanna know.

Since Miss Loreee here took an amazing few hours to set up the comments section, can everyone who came upon this post just drop a 'hi' or show you were here? I really hope someone will drop something there though :-(

It gets a bit quiet when you are writing alone :-(

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Randomness galore

I have been working from 8.30 a.m. till 5 p.m. every single day. Sunday, my only rest day. And I am spending it playing Restaurant City on Facebook. Gosh, anyway, please gimme more ingredients and free furniture my Facebook besties :-)

I have so much I want to blog about!

So this is a random post dedicated to updating everyone about me Me ME!!!!

I miss eating crabs *sniff* Saw these big luscious (drooled even though they were uncooked) ones in Springvale last week. Gone were the days when I never appreciated seafood. Being from Sandakan, it had never been a problem to have crabs weekly or even every other day.

Some of my favourite crab dishes, which I think everyone should try, are:

- Butter crab with fried mantau at City Star Seafood Restaurant near Dataran Prima.

- Crab with Salted Egg Gravy at the late Extreme Park Chinese Restaurant.

- Crab with noodles at Pacific House near Richmond.

You know, I have a reputation for being an extremely attentive and clean crab eater (no meat left anywhere for sure!)

**********

I have departed from my dormant lifestyle for the past month. Having to work everyday now, I noticed a few other changes I made:

- Waking up at 7 a.m.

- Waking up several times at night to check the time (kiasu not wanting to be late)

- Going out without any make-up :-(

- Wearing the same coat and jeans every day.

- Skipping breakfast (a very big deal to me!)

- No snacking throughout the day :-(

- Lotsa hand movement and injuries throughout the day *sniff sniff*

- Standing at least 7 hours a day.

- Seeing a cute boss 7.5 hours a day :-)

**********

The weather is Melbourne is still as indecisive as ever. See the dark and bright clouds here.

I am still wearing the same jeans and sneakers walking to the same bus loop.

But I am no longer taking the free Monash shuttle to Caulfield for classes or exam. It dawned upon me that, things certainly have changed. I have started a new chapter in life, away from the comfort of being a student, protected by the university from the society.

Sometimes staring at that very bus stop while waiting for the bus, I can still see an image of me waiting for the free shuttle bus there, handful of lecture notes, earful of Glay.

**********

Yesterday night, was a very special night :-)

I treated Ray to dinner for the very first time using my own hard earned money *tears* And it was so good that or in a more accurate manner, we were so hungry that we finished all the food without any snapshot of it.

Later that night, we went for Fast and Furious. And it was special cause - I put on make up and wore a dress for the first time the whole week! It was such an amazing moment :-) I absolutely love dolling up. That was the very moment I was definitely sure about this fact T.T

Btw, I am loving Paul Walker now. I hope my Ray O'Connor can have facial hair like his :-(

**********

I love staying in my Marshall house.

It is always bustling with people, voices, activities - just like a very big and happy community centre :-)

Yiki and LiLet stayed here for a month when they were looking for a house. Daniel stayed over a night in the living room when his house was a bit too noisy. Oli, Ray, LiLet and others always come over for dinner together.

Other than people, we always receive stuffs - food, presents, random everythings. So this is a happy place :-)

I received a cute nightwear from Peter Alexandra from Yiki *yay!*

'We' received a box of very nice chocolates from Lindt Cafe Sydney from WooHsian *woot woot!*

The beauty of chocolates. I remember a certain lecturer saying this:

"Seeing how chocolates are so addictive and even helps release feel-good hormones (endorphin), it would probably be banned and labelled an illegal drug if discovered only now".

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Thursday, April 16, 2009Y

Inherited Taste in Men?

Over the years I have realized that me and my Sis share quite a similar taste in guys.

Together our first crush was Mamoru Chiba from Sailormoon. I fantasized myself as Sailormars getting together with Tuxedo Mask while my sister. . . I am not sure what her storyline was :-P We would spend hours talking, drooling, dreaming Tuxedo Mask. And sometimes cursing Sailormoon, our arch nemesis.

After that, together we fell for Tamahome from Fushigi Yuugi. Watching religiously every weekday at 5.30 pm on AXN and screaming like schoolgirls the moment Tamahome appears during the opening song.

However, after that that, we both had enough of falling for the same guy and fighting over it. So, subconsciously we tried to differentiate our own individual choice for guys . . . sometimes, deliberately.

The first sign was when we both went crazy for the UK boyband 911. I immediately announced my crush on Lee Brennan the lead singer and told my Sis she could only choose between Spike or Jimmy. Wahaha, don't torture yourself trying to remember who these two other were, in fact you might not even know my Lee Brennan oops. Anyway, my Sis settled for Jimmy.

Sis: At least he can dance and rap, rite! (HE can meh!?)

Me: Yeah, Jimmy not bad mah. But Lee looks so cute and young despite him being far older than me, we will still look almost of the same age when we get together when I get older.

The point here is: I did not allow my Sis to fall for the same man!

The next sign of this happened when my Sis declared her undying love for Rukawa Kaede from Slam Dunk. Complete with cheerleading and the chanting (you know what I mean). I professed my love for Sendoh instead. In an equally enthusiastic way. But let me reveal a secret here *ahem*

Actually I liked Rukawa initially and not Sendoh T.T But. Just because my Sis liked him first, I decided to 'like' Sendoh instead. Then after a while, I watched the episode where Sendoh took down team Kainan as a one man team and poof - I really love Sendoh already suddenly. The point here is : I avoided liking the same man as Lowena.

After that, it came to Westlife. I went for looks first and liked Nicky. My sister, don't know why (cannot be something deep like voice or personality), liked Shane. After submitting two drawn portraits of Nicky for art class in high school, I came to realization that I loved Shane actually - that amazing voice and cute teddy bear smile. Slowly I converted la. Then my Sis bailed out of Westlife haha. "See I told you Shane better la!" said she. The point here is: Now my Sis avoided liking the same guy as me!

After all this fictitious encounters, of course, came the real life deal. I think due to years spent 'differentiating' ourselves, our first boyfriends were totally different. Skin colour la, language la, background la, height la, school la, whatever la.

So, 'differentiation' process successful?

Her brief encounter with Glay saw her liking Hisashi instead of my Teru. (tick)

Her later obsession with American TV hunks while mine with Japanese stars of all kinds. (tick)

Her love for Tidus from Final Fantasy X and my love for Cloud from Final Fantasy VII. (tick then untick)

Her Sasuke, Me Kakashi. (tick)

Successful?

Well yeah, until everyone started saying since this year -

"Wah, Ah Kah (me) and Ah Lok's (my sis) boyfriends look very alike oh!"

Apalah.

Seriously, do you really think they look alike????? [Click here for my Sis's boyfriend and scroll down randomly for a pic of my Mr Tan :-)]

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Tuesday, April 14, 2009Y

Resume

Body ache *cough cough* Paper cuts *cough cough* Back pain *cough cough*

And yes, I am just 22 years old *cough cough*

Today, I went to work for the first day as a casual support staff at a printing company. Almost 7 hours of standing and inhumane packing speed. It was quite fun considering it is located just behind my house and I am working with another 2 friends! Not forgetting that my boss is nice and young and kind and kinda cute. Oh and the pay is not bad. Not a bad deal at all, is it?

Thinking back, I have worked formally or informally quite little throughout my life.

My first ever job would be at Watson's Supermarket back at Mile 8, Sandakan. Since my Mum practically was there bringing that little market to life and continued to work there for the next 10 years, me and my Sis spent quite some time 'working' there.

Putting price tags on products even before the supermarket was officially open. Playing cashier to the point of both of us wanting to be cashiers in the future (we thought cashiers got to keep the money they accepted). Scooping kuachi for customers during Chinese New Year. Standing guard along supermarket aisles with lotsa children. Going on company trips together with my Mum. But those were the innocent days where Loretta Lo worked without pay.

My second job was helping my Auntie at her pharmacy at Mile 4. I bet everyone knows which one I am refering to. Duties included cleaning the storefront, standing guard when the shop is crowded, counting tablets for her, being cashier and showing customers where certain damn obvious products were.

I actually 'served' Puan Theresa while working there!!

For those who don't know who Puan Theresa is, let me explain using a few descriptive facts about her from a neutral point of view:

- She brings a rotan to our all-girl kelas jahitan but not to our boys-and-girls kelas akaun.
- She never smiles during our all-girl kelas jahitan but jokes during our boys-and-girls kelas akaun.

I was shocked to the max when I saw her in the shop. My aunt proceeded to introduce me as her niece and told her that I was there to learn. The next time she came over, she approached the counter in a hurry but as soon as she saw me there, she quickly turned away and asked someone else asked for my auntie instead. *Tears like running tap not on water restriction*

Anyway, I worked there for a bit more than a month including some Saturdays and the paycheck day finally came. My auntie gave me RM 250. At that time I thought, "Manyak-manyak duit oh!" But then my friends told me I should have gotten more and I felt a bit ripped off but swallowed it like bitter medicine cause she is my Aunt *sniffffff*

For my third job, the longest running one, I became a private tutor. Actually I did this only cause I was trying to avoid having to work for my Auntie. Yes, I deserve a slap with this money over family attitude sigh.

I continued doing this every single summer break from uni. I tutored my cousin Ivy then her sis Isis as well. I tutored an exchange student (my cousin haha) from Tawau and made her sit there after everyone left until she could spell 'watermelon' properly. The little brat was playing around with me being her usual silly cousin, but no one challenges Great Tutor Loretta. Muahaha.

The following years I tutored some other kids, ranging from primary school to secondary school. My favourite subject to teach were Biology and Additional Maths :-) Biology cause I love talking (and I know a lot muahaha) and Add Maths because I miss Maths (and I know enough to show off muahaha). But this job made me realize something about myself. Damn it, I could or can actually nod off while waiting for the kids to finish up something or even in the middle of explaining something! How scary. And embarassing. I wonder if any of them actually realized this? Worse still, if any of them is actually reading this!?

Eh, don't call me perasan or syok sendiri thinking that a lot of people read my blog. It is because none of you who are reading this right now actually comments or say anything while my Nuffnang account shows that I get quite a number of visits per week *hmph* Where are you faceless people T.T

My fourth job was helping out around Ideal Spot, the shop my Mum initially opened with two other partners. Duties included storefront management, customer service, inventory checking, cashier duties and entertaining my Mum. Pay? No pay no pay, with Miss Chin (my mum) you dare cakap pay meh? But I get to eat a lot in return.

There was this once when I met a junior from St. Michael. Erm, 3 years after graduation. And I asked her:

Me: Eh, do you remember me? You look so familiar.
Her: I dunno your name but you are a top student right?
Me: No la.

The point of this is: I was not a top student. So, she inferred that solely based on my appearance. Meaning I looked nerdy. I looked nerdy despite not being a top student. Sad mou. FML?

That is the end of my working history :-)

Gotta catch some sleep now! Working again tomorrow :-)

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Monday, April 13, 2009Y

Easter at Frankston Beach

If there is one thing I think every girl should have, it must be a bikini!

Okay, on the third day of the Easter long weekend, me and the girls went to Frankston Beach for 2 hours of lazing under the sun.

The weather was great - sun was shining but the breeze was cool - typical Melbourne weather. You melt and curse under the sun and you shiver and curse again under shade.

It was in impulsive decision to go to the beach, in fact we planned out the route at 1.30 pm, left at 3 pm and reached there by 4 pm. Being an impulsive act, we only brought snacks we had at home. Only those! It could have been potentially the biggest snack party ever by the beach! We do have the potential to do that, believe me.

Back to the bikini topic. I am serious when I say that every girl should have her own bikini.

Prior to getting one, I was skeptical. Issues like body image, trouble areas, bulging tummy, impracticality, waste of money all popped up within one milisecond. But then the wise Miss Glyniss said, "No, once you buy one and you wear once, you will fall in love with it and the beach." Coming from Glyniss, this is not a very convincing argument since, she has a banging hot body which I despise grrrr.

But of course, being the curious case I always am, I went ahead and bought one. I fell in love with bikinis the moment I wore one in the fitting room itself. It was that . . . erm, amazing haha.

The reason is obviously not like the bikini altered my body into Victoria Secret material or the bikini botton tucked in every single fat cell in my tummy area. Well, the feeling was just liberating. Yeah, that is it.

In fact, I began to love my body more and had the motivation to exercise more to perfect it :-) A bikini actually boosted my body confidence, how absurd. And then you can't wait to go to the beach. And when there is no chance to go to the beach, you can't wait till the house is empty so you can wear your bikini while ironing clothes or watching drama haha.

So girls! Go out and get your bikinis now! Confession time: I bought my second bikini a month ago but it was on special at only $29 at Mambo! . . . . . well, Glyniss bought a wig (a random point to justify my purchase haha).

I wore my Mambo one that day :-)

. . . . with a long sleeveless top over it hahaha! Well, it was more of a family day at Frankston the other day and no one else was wearing one since it was 'kinda' windy. Another reason is, I won't wanna scare my readers away :-(

Going to the beach is probably one of the most economical thing to do around here. Just a drive there with a handful of snacks, a 'proper' beach towel and the right group of mates. . .boom, that becomes a happening day.

Snacking while WenJi's Ipod was on John Mayer's playlist. Playing the the sand and our toes. Gossiping and girl talk all the way. Common things but oh-so-different when done on the beach while basking under the warmth of the sun :-)

At this point, my skin is becoming like chicken wings because the sun it setting and the wind is mighty cold!

One last shot with the beautiful sunset behind us.

I am going to end this sun-baked post with,"GRAB YOUR BIKINIS NOW SO WE CAN GO TO THE BEACH TOGETHER!"

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Easter at Grampians

On the second day of the Easter weekend (Saturday), I went to Grampians with Ray and his family. Grampians is a very famous National Park located west of Melbourne and it features a series of sandstone mountain ranges, indigenious rock arts, waterfalls and great bushwalking trails.

This trip was proposed, planned and executed by none other than Mr Raymond Tan (round of applause). The inspiration for this trip came from when he went for his weekend work around Ararat. For some reasons, I feel like the town Ararat has such a nice Final Fantasy ring to it. Doesn't it sound like a town in an FF game? And it was in the middle of nowhere with dry land surrounding it! FF mou!?

The drive there from Clayton (south east of Melbourne) took approximately 3 hours (I think, as I slept for a while here and there while in the car). The change of scenery is always interesting to me. From the concrete buildings of Melbourne city to the vast lands of dry soil around Ararat.

First we stopped at Brambuk Cultural Centre which was filled with information and exhibition about the aboriginal communities around that area. Pictures were not allowed inside but there were some really good pictures which told deep stories.

Around the park, there were numerous interesting rock designs.

The second stop was to the Balconies. There was a 15-20 minutes of bushwalking included. Difficulty level? Low.

See the lake over there? I could have gone further to the edge to get a more breathtaking picture, but I was too chicken as always :-)

Most of the trees were black in colour while the floor-plants and other young plants were green as. We think these trees were probably involved in a bushfire in the past. That explains the ash-dark barks and trunks they have.

The most impressive thing is despite the damage from the bushfire, these trees are still sprouting new leaves and new greens are still growing everywhere. Such strong will to survive. Such a subtle yet powerful lesson nature is teaching us.

This is the view from the Balconies. I loved it so much that I asked Ray to take a picture emulating the poster for the movie Australia. Then we proceeded to walk another 15 minutes back to our car for our third stop.

The third stop was McKenzie Falls. I have heard about this place a lot. Mostly from Amy&co about the silly pictures they took there during MUMSU Easter Camp 2007. So I was quite anxious to see that place as well.

The walk to McKenzie Falls was different. Instead of bushwalking, there was a lot of stairs. But towards McKenzie Falls, everything was downhill so the difficulty level was just moderate. I sailed through this part *whistles*

And when I finally reached the base of the waterfall . . !!

. . . this picture was supposed to look damn impressive okay!? But the Bollywood couple over there just wouldn't budge and stayed there like a statue for what seemed like 10 minutes! In the end this supposedly AMAZING capture of McKenzie Falls became a cheap Bollywood themed wedding picture wuwuwu.

All the leg muscle and energy exerted for this. . . shot. . . urgh. .

Even the shot of me and dear McKenzie Falls looked awkward as I think Ray was trying to avoid capturing any aura of the couple here :-(

Disappointment evolved into anger later when I had to climb up the same stairs I took to climb down earlier. Difficulty level was high up till don't know where. The steps were uneven, steep and narrow. I was panting, sweating and cursing the couple who ruined my McKenzie experience wuwuwu. Actually I just wanted to blame something for the stupid climb up. Made all my efforts in the gym seem like a waste only sniff.

The last and final stop was at Boroka Lookout. Quoting Ray, "I left this lookout for the last cause it is the most beautiful and the easiest one to walk to. If I brought you all to this first, I bet you would have lost all semangat for the other places." Smart. But I still gave him a smack for it.

But he was right. It was AMAZING.

The endless rolls of land.

The clear shadows casted onto the ground.

The horizon blurred by sunlight.

A perfect picture of peace.

(I would have uploaded more pictures of the scenery from Boroka Lookout but Blogger is not letting me do so. Prettiness overload I think. Or maybe it is rejecting unpretty picture cause coincidentally the next picture has me in it T.T)

We ended the day as happy little campers as we crammed into Ray's car and drove all the way back to Richmond for Vietnamese food before crashing into our comfy beds for a sleeping marathon.

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Sunday, April 12, 2009Y

Easter housewarming

This Easter long weekend has been jam-packed with plenty F's (fun, friends, etc not the other F). On the very first holi-day (Friday), Ray had his housewarming party.

After a month of househunting, Ray and LiLet finally found a nice place near Monash Clayton to call home. The best thing is they are currently living with someone they know :-) SerLey.

It was like a reunion for the class of Bachelor of Engineering 2007 and MUMSU Easter Camp 2006. In a nutshell, it was a massive catch up session.

The four of us are still going strong but new faces have joined our group :-)

Most of the Halls bachelors have become either the man of a house . . .

. . . or the man behind a successful woman (muahaha). While 2006 couples lived through an LDR, . . .

. . . new 2007 couples emerged!

But the same old things that hold everyone together still remain.

Hills of carbohydrate with hordes of proteins enveloped in fat before the sugar is served.

The kiasu-ness spirit lives almightily in every card game.

SOME of us still eat quite a lot.

SOME of us still have problem posing normally.

It was a great night which ended with a friendly game of poker where Ray got stuffed when his double Ace got ruined by WenJi in a historical game. One we shall all remember.

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The F's

It is Easter Sunday today :-)

What are you all gonna do?

Where are you all gonna be?

How are you all gonna enjoy the day?

When are you all gonna go out?

Why are you all still reading my blog?

Time to go out and soak up some sun!
Holidays should always be filled with families, friends, fun, fatigue, food! All the F's ( nice ring to it, eh?).

Pick up that butt now and off you go!

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Friday, April 10, 2009Y

First Love

First love is a nostalgic thing.

Like how the famous Utada Hikaru song goes, I agree to the part " I remember to love, you taught me how". Nostalgic is the most fitting word I can use - neither negative nor positive, an old sense of magic, seeing yourself frame by frame in slow-motion during the relationship, reliving the laughter and tears.

I think what makes our first love special is - the person we were when we braved into it.

I still remember mine started with a sense of confusion. Being the most unreceptive romance satellite ever, I was not aware of my own feelings at all. He was one of my best friends during then and he was different from the rest. Different, in a very apparent and also subtle way.

It happened due to an internet prank - woohoo. The internet and all those chatting software are life-threateningly dangerous when it comes to these kind of things. It is funny how such a small 'communication' could start so many things. But after so many years, I wonder if it was a matter of convenience (knowing we had mutual feelings), fleeting feelings (impulse and impulse) and curiosity (in my case towards the person and the whole relationship 'thing', pak toh wor!! Me wor!!).

Regardless of how it started, it ended. Recording a time of 2.5 years.

Regardless of it having ended, it is valuable.

From the first time I properly laid my eyes on him, told him my secrets, cried my eyes out in front of him and laughed myself silly for nothing. To the first time I got angry at every other things, fought with him over matters huge then trivial, realized things had gotten out of hand to making the decision of moving on.

I am sure everyone has survived these!

Valuable. During this 2.5 years, I learnt to love, to speak and to stand up for myself. Seeing the way I was before that - hermit and all - I would have ended up being quiet and scared like that until forever perhaps. And because people change as they grow, it is often so easy to see two person walking opposite paths. And when this happens, it is often better to say the harsh goodbyes before one drags the other selfishly against her own personal growth or both stalls in points of life none of them desire. At least, I think.

At the end of the day, I would still thank him for the time and effort and honesty he put into the brief yet so valuable nostalgic time we had together.

There are always different reactions when it comes to the end. "I don't want to love again, it is painful." "I am going to get a better boy/girlfriend!" "For now, I just want to be a singleton again." "I'll let fate do its wonders."

For me, I was "I want to be a singleton again" (0 month) before changing to "Let's see what destiny has in store for me!" (6 months) to "I want a boyfriend!" (9 months). I was not desperate la, okay. I just wanted a boyfriend and was not afraid to joke about it. In fact, Shuk Ye gave me a pink crystal bracelet for my birthday that year as it is supposed to bring luck in love and one of the first few things I told WenJi was I wanted a boyfriend.

And of course, then I went over to Australia and received a surprise at the Monash Residential Services office the same day my parents left me in the halls.

"Hi, my name is Raymond," and we shook hands. One of the many traditional things he would do in the future. It was not electrifying or anything like that.

Unlike my first relationship, everything was slow, calm, clear (not always but...) and peaceful.

It started in the most natural way and one thing I learnt from the moment we started?

'First love' is not numeracy at all, it is all about the feelings and emotions.

I found 'first love' with this relationship. This time around, stronger and surer.

I could never write anything like this last time. Nor could I fail at being angry for a long time. Nor could I fail at stifling a laugh. Nor could I listen whole-heartedly to complaints. Nor could I wait to just see someone. Nor could I accept what someone says so easily. Nor could I just talk about everything and anything in my heart. Nor could I talk about the future and believe in it.

Believe it or not, I am still in my 'first love' state right now.

In pyjamas, after cereal with milk, on an Easter Friday, wearing my grandma glasses and grinning silly while Mr Tan is probably munching on DimSum somewhere far away.

**Inspired by the Japanese drama 'Majo no Jouken' with Utada Hikaru's 'First Love' as the soundtrack :-)

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Thursday, April 09, 2009Y

Shoujo power go!

My next mission: To participate in a Run. *Or Marathon (in tiny whisper)*

My inspiration being the Run for the Kids event organised by Herald Sun on the 5th of April. This was a fund-raising event for charity where around 30,000 runners participated either in the 14.1 km or 5.7 km course. Woo Hsian, being the President figure of all time, initiated this to everyone in our gang. And only Ray joined. Gasp? Hardly a gasp-able moment, isn't it?

Honestly, I had no confidence in my stamina and strength. So, instead I volunteered to become the photographer and cheerleader instead. Ray, WenJi and I departed early freezing morning to Flinders Station to see something quite amazing.

A long line of people walking towards the starting point like ants trailing towards a pot of golden honey. I have honestly never seen that many people near Flinders before. Not even during Moomba! You see runners of all kinds - the Colour-coordinated, the Branded, the Muscly, the Flinstone-themed, the Youngsters. The most amazing ones: Daddies or Mummies running with their babies in prams. Cuteness.

Although we were both non-runners, we were the important people or supporters behind the runners. Something like the sponsors *jeng jeng jeng* (Notice my Aaron Kwok hair coming out again, sulk)

It was fun just being there. And when the race was starting, everyone rushed to get their place. Family and friends and even pets stayed at the sidelines, cheering and barking (lame?).

What was inspirational was actually this view of all the runners (this shot actually managed to capture only 1/4 of the crowd). Everyone having a common goal and everything having to do with charity. The vibe from the runners, their high spirits, the meaning behind this Run, the excitement in the air - more than inspirational. (The arrow is pointing at the two ants we sponsored).

I began this post by saying I had no confidence in my stamina and strength. I now end this post by saying I want to build up my stamina and strength.

Okay. It is not really the end of the post because since I did not run on that day, I had a lot going on with my other fellow non-runners in the city.

Started the day with none other than a Big Breakfast along Southbanks. I love Big. I love Variety. I love Meat.

. . . yeah, people like Me. Inspired people, haha.

After the race, all the runners were given grapes! The results were out since yesterday. The top male runner did the whole 14.1 km in approximately 42 minutes while the female winner completed it in approximately 45 minutes. Isn't that impressive? So impressed I am still that I still remember his name - Martin Dent and the female Olympic athlete (well, I am inclined to remembering things about guys). As for our sponsored runners, I will have to ask for permission before revealing :-)

Not allowing any time to rest, we proceeded to the Melbourne Flower and Garden Show.

There is something about flowers that makes a girl sweeeeeeeeeet. To you. To everyone. To the world. (Note this, guys)

There is also something about flowers that drives a girl to her own little or huge fantasyyyyyyyyy world. Ignoring you. Ignoring everyone. Ignoring the world.

Don't remember the name of this flower but Oli loved the colour combination here.

I so want to be like these two statues. Lying gracefully on a bed of flowers. Naked and rocking a hot body. Probably I will put a bikini on, nyahaha.

After browsing through the stalls outside, we entered the hall. It is the hall where students from Melbourne Uni take their exams and the hall which used to send a shudder to Eric.

And upon entering the hall, my girlish fantasies came alive full blast! I could literally see myself staring straight ahead, body straight with a flashlight shining from behind and mouth open gasping at the sight of. . . endless rows of beautiful flower decos!

These are called England or English Roses. I love the pale hue of pink.

These roses epitomize romance. I am utterly in love with this. Utterly.

Somewhere along the lines, did you actually guess any of my fantasies? No....?

Now, to the more creative and edgy ones. . .

These were designed and dressed by RMIT students.

Although I am not a big fan of Elmo (especially after the laughing ticklish Elmo came out), I thought this was extra cute. Notice that Elmo's nose was actually made out of a yellow rose in full bloom.

The most interesting part of the Alice in Wonderland deco. So sweet.

A guitar-ful of oranges! I dedicate this shot to Mr Stephen Chu. I dedicate all things guitar to him. This is you 2009 birthday present.

And more more MORE MORE FLOWERS xoxo.

I received a particularly sweet surprise as well. It was extra sweet probably because I was totally engulfed by my own fantasies or my eyes were shining with romance. I was in my own shoujo manga world, for goodness' sake!

Labels: Girl Talk, Light Bulb, Out There Somewhere

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