Sorry.

I was having such a ball of a time in Singapore (and Hong Kong) that I had completely forgotten (in all honesty, I really did) that I had a blog to update. Guess what my friends describe my blog to be semi-existent seems to be true.

Anyway, since I am blogging again after an entire month clearly indicates that I am back in Melbourne.

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Its only been about 5 days since I got back, and I already miss home. I just had my Anthropology lecture, which turned out to be rather pleasant. My lecturer is English (yay, a break from the local accent which I do not favour - just a personal opinion), and although I think the subject is going to be rather difficult, something tells me I am going to enjoy it the most. I hope.

Anyway, some things I noticed..

5 Strange Things About My Family:
1. My mother's handbag has a seat of its own in the car; if there isn't enough space, my sisters and I have to squeeze.
2. On my recent trip to Hong Kong I made a recent discovery that my father is in actual fact, the biggest shopper among all of us, which is quite something since all the women in the family fulfill the definition of "shopaholics".
3. E has legs that spasm when she sleeps - particularly when the both of us are watching (she falls asleep then though) Alias late at night in the living room.
4. Sarah is lactose intolerant but insists on having her ice cream and allows herself to agonize in the toilet an hour later.

This makes me love them even more. I am going home to sulk. Goodbye

We don't cherish enough things around us.

I was just checking out the news online bout an hour ago. News about a ferry that sank along with its passengers in the Phillippines, natural disasters happening everywhere, the Iraq war, the tsunami that happened a couple of years ago, the increasing number of terrorists.. it almosts seems like as if we humans are finally getting the punishment that we deserve for all the uncalled-for destructions we had created in our history, like the World Wars.

It then occured to me that perhaps God is telling us to repent before its too late - so I got really afraid and finally did my long overdued quiet time that I had pushed aside because of school/work excuses. Also, one thing awesome about my quiet time with God is that me being me, I would never know how to start. So, I would pray to God to guide me before I open up the bible to a random page. And amazingly, without fail I would read something that I could relate to (eg. worrying a lot, and I end up reading a chapter that talks about not worrying because God takes away our burdens). And this time, I opened up to Psalms and read about repenting.

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Sometimes I get so afraid of God's power I don't even dare pray to him. In case he shows me something I don't want to see. :P

I finally started to realise how God consistently tells us in everyday of our lives that life is short, we never know when we may take our leave of this world and should thus cherish what He has so abundantly blessed us with. When I was in town yesterday, my heart almost stopped when I saw a woman nearly get knocked and flung off by a tram at the exact spot where I saw the the same bloody (literally) accident happen right in my face last year. Then, just last week my cell member got underwent a heart surgery, which was a pretty big one but thank God he's going to be discharged tomorrow although we were supposed to visit him then which I was rather reluctant to because I'm hospital phobic. Also, my dad recently actually agreed to join my mum and sisters for a holiday in July for the first time in 7 years, which is quite a miracle because he's finally realising that life's not all about work and making money (although I know my sweet ol daddykins does work hard to pay for my shopping... heh heh). Plus, Daddy told me that he is contemplating retiring next year, something which I never saw coming anytime soon even though he is so old he is practically antique.

And I'll swear an oath on Chanel that God also made E and I go overseas to make us realise how important family was.

AHH it is so scary talking about this I am going to switch mode and whine now.

I WANT TO GO HOME I DON'T WANT TO STUDY JAPANESE ANYMORE!!!

On the other hand, I was surfing fashion blogs last night and I discovered these: designer gas masks.


HAHA this is why I love fashion. These people remember to be fashionable even during a time of war and unrest.

Click here to enter our newly launched retail website

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT! (:

I miss

Mummy
Daddy
E
Sarah
Mel
Char
Huai
ZY
Jaish
Shuwen
Jamie
Shab

Mich and Audrey are gonna be on the list soon cause they're flying back to Singapore already.. hmph!!

My hell-sent essays are all finally done and over with (THANK GOD), and am left with my Japanese exam which is all the way next week. Its exactly 11 days before I go home but it feels so unbelievably long that I am getting more restless by the day because all my beauty appointments (which I have already booked, even though I am still in Melbourne - typical kancheong Singapoean, ha) and the thought of taggling along with Mum to visit Prada in the afternoons before stopping by for tea is soooo excrutiatingly exciting. Plus HONG KONG IN JULY! I SO can't wait to get out of this shithole.

Because exams are a pain the ass I've decided to select subjects with grades purely assessed on essays 'cause I would then be able to go home way earlier while my remaining Commerce friends are stuck mugging away Econs and other things that they consistently complain about hee hee. I forgot what it was... oh yes, QM (don't know what that is, business talk). Am contemplating taking Chinese cinema for one of my electives next semester - do not judge ZHANG YIMOU IS COOL :P

Anyway I went to Carlton Gardens today to do the photoshoot for Dolce Loolies - a online retail business that Loo and I are going to launch very soon. PLEASE PATRONISE THANKS. It was a beautiful and fun-filled afternoon (the sky was so blue!), a great activity to take my mind of Japanese (I seriously think I am going to fail the exam) unless you count in this weird European looking man making no effort to conceal the fact that he was watching us from a distance for nearly an hour and this other man whom I swear I thought was gay at first came up to me with the most rapist-potential looking facial expression going "You are very beautiful" on a repetitive mode which I clearly knew was bullshit because I am currently all fat and fugly from the lack of exercise and binge eating during my hardcore essay writing nights. Audrey got really creeped out and suggested we leave halfway but Loo and I know that men don't rape fat ugly girls.

Sorry for the sudden outburst of random talk - I think its the sugar rush from all that chocolate I just ate. So to shut up myself up here are some of the leftover retarded photos because we got so sick of posing - Enjoy!

I present to you my friend:

Huai               everybody say "15DAYS!!" says:
brb
Sher says:
k
Huai               everybody say "15DAYS!!" says:
back
Sher says:
what did you do
Huai               everybody say "15DAYS!!" says:
wank -.-
Huai               everybody say "15DAYS!!" says:
HAHA
Sher says:
HAHAHA

I am utterly disgusted at my complete lack of discipline today. I was supposed be up by 7.45 to exercise and be at starbucks by 10 to do my work. Instead I woke up at 1 and am now at Starbucks - surfing Net-a-Porter and drinking fattening frappucinos. Grr

So before I get kicked out of uni and die fat I am going to shoot myself now bye

"Indonesian nationalism in the 20th century must be distinguished from earlier movements of protest: the Padri War, the Java War, and the many smaller examples of sporadic agrarian unrest had been "prenationalistic" movements, the products of local grievances..."

I have been reading about Indonesia for 6 hours straight and I am about to blow up. I enjoy Asian studies, but it is hell to write about it. Hell with a capital "H".

Somewhere in between my essays and Liteng sending me crazy online text messages about Shia Labeouf (she has been stalking him since we watched Indiana Jones) I ended up making a couple of de-stress purchases, heh heh!

   



And am contemplating these Marc Jacobs flats...

  

I know the mousey pair is a little ridiculous but it is SHO KEWTXZ (I sound like Mel!). Its about 330 AUD for a pair so I know I shouldn't be investing so much in a pair that isn't a classic but its so adorable. Looking at it just makes me want to give the shoe a little pat.

Mich said if there was such a thing as rehab for retail addictions I would be the first one to be checked in. Ha.