fiesta!

Thanks for the pics, vice-zhong tong!

Happy birthday to the Feb babies :)

Despite a sore eye, sniffly nose, scratchy throat and somewhat distracted mind, i made it to Fiesta! Boy there was alot of food there, and as stallholders, Weez, Lin and I had hours of free food samplings. Most of the time though, I was behind the stall, handing out 'fried noodles, anyone?' or 'yusheng – the oriental salad' in my cheongsam, or rather, ailin's pretty lil black chengsam. And im rather proud of the food we whipped up! Short of harvesting the lychees, or rearing the hainanese chicken, we pretty much made most things from scratch. And the food proved rather popular :)

I dont know what im expecting, or why i upset balances like that. It's as if i dont like things being dormant and peaceful, and feel this compulsion to upset everything and kick up a big fuss. Throw a tantrum in my own drama-queen-ish manner, all the while knowing that nothing will be solved that way. I can be such a bitch sometimes – most of the time, i rein it in and suck it up, but occasionally, when your defences are lowered, the inner bitch flies out and claws her nails, spews her scathing words, rawr! And after that has subsided, i find that those arent words i dont mean – they are just things that are so buried and sugar-coated that ive forgotten how venomous they sound in actuality.

im infinitely happy

i am so thrilled! (insert more and more and more exclamation marks!) i was still debating last night, whilest on the phone with eleena, whether i should pay to fly home after france/italy.

and this morning, i was woken by a phone call from home, and mom tells me shes coming down to visit me here in the uk in march! ah! :) i dont deserve such an unbelievable mom :) sigh, i guess deep down im really still very much a little girl whos missing mommy’s hugs and comfort. and i thought i was all grown up.

pep, why cant you count your blessings. oh well, right now, right now, im delirious. no more whining, no more moping, God does make all things right again. im infinitely happy!

on friends…

Sometimes, i feel like it's entirely plausible that after three years, i'd still have learnt nothing concrete about people i call friends. Tonight, someone whom i hadnt spoken to for two lightyears told me to stop being a stranger. And yes, indeed i wonder how many 'stranger-friends' i've made. These would probably be those whom i've never messaged on MSN; those i've considered putting on the 'block' list; those with whom silence is not an option. Then there are those whom i feel ive got to prove something to (the motivation behind this is unclear, even to myself). And those who have drifted so far that their lives seem so far-removed from mine, such that conversations have hour-long preludes with scores of hyperlinking in-between (ie yea and there is this friend jan, who is my seminar mate, who came along for the party). Sometimes, the conversations themselves are preludes, to nothing in particular, disappointingly.

And in other news, it appears im majoring in the wrong field.

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Where People Never Walk Alone

Liverpool! Where no one ever walks alone! Awww. (Im on some sort of cardiovascularexercise-cum-overseasphonecall-induced serotinin high right now so pardon the excessive and unwarranted exclamation marks)

And home of John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr and George Harrison :) Yup whole of yesterday spent in Liverpool with Joy and Clarence, and im glad i went! Joy and I went a little (just a little) overboard with the spending, even after a lunch of financial stock-taking, where it was discovered that our balances seem to be mysteriously low. Hm!

site of abercrombie jacket purchase! £30. Ouch. It seemed so right at that time

joy and i! this is us overlooking some urm, indistinguishable english town square, the characteristics of which are (1) HMV; (2) Zara; (3) buskers; (4) activists of some sort holding placards; (5) the golden arches. Anyway, im glad i got to know this girl better! :)

little britain talking mugs…little gems you find in kooky shops. there was a vicky pollard one which freakishly went ‘yea, but no, but yea but no’ whenever you picked it up.

uh, stately-looking building #1

couldnt resist snapping a shot of this. oh well, see, always read between the parentheses.

so alritey, fruitful day yesterday, though the plato text sat rather sullenly, ignored, in the corner of my bag next to the purchases. in a rather futile attempt to burn some midnight oil last night, i consumed copious amounts of coffee past midnight, and bizarrely fell asleep before even reading two pages. and this is Copious. worrying on one hand, even more worrying on the other.