I am, for once, not a person to bring an umbrella because it is for losers it’s just a hassle to bring an umbrella around! But today it was raining so heavily and I had to walk 200 metres to the bus stop because I was to catch another bus which I don’t normally take to get to uni earlier, thus, I HAD to use an umbrella, but that doesn’t make any difference because it only kept my head and shoulder dry and the rest of my body soaked wet.
It was cold - probably only about 10 degrees and I think that no one deserves to be outside at this temperature because everyone should be snuggling in bed! Unfair. Bloody unfair I’d say.
But nevermind, I’m all ready for winter!! Bring on winter!
Winter is here, which means SAD is coming too! SAD literally means sad, and also stands for Seasonal Affective Disorder, that is, people aren’t normally depressed show depressive symptoms in winter.
Even cars are SAD at this time of the year.
So if you want to do charity, please send some chocolate and coffee my way and I’ll be a happy llama during winter!! Anyone? Click ‘C O N T A C T M E’ on the side bar to email me for my address. *ahem*
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It is the disaster season, so please lend a helping hand wherever you can. Hundred thousands have died while you comfortably plant your butt in the chair sipping coffee and read this blog. Or comfortably snuggle in bed, munching on your chocolate muffin.
I hate (note: hate is a very strong word) the Myanmar / Burma junta with passion but those people who were hit by the Cyclone Nargis are innocent. Well, at least most of them anyway. Hundred thousands have died and they are throwing people into the river, so I’m just guessing another tenth of thousands will die due to lack of sanitation, food, clean water and medical aid.
I have personally donated AUD50, how much are you willing to donate? I am only a student and I only earn AUD120 a month, and write on average one $5 post every two days. For the Australians, you can go to World Vision’s site and donate, for the others, please find info from your local organisations.
So, if you’re earning at least AUD1000, and you’re donating 50 cents, will you please go die? I challenge you give a bit more!
I actually get comments about my hyppy mood all the time and people often generalise that I am *always* happy, which obviously isn’t the case.
I am happy, cheerful and all bright and positive most of the time, but alas, I’m a human too. I have my shitty days when I just want to curl up at a corner and sleep forever, or hide in the dark and just lock myself out from the entire world.
Someone once told me that there is no meaning to life, and that at the end of the day, you’ll die anyway, so why bother?
Now, I’m an atheist, so don’t bible bash me please, and don’t judge me thankyouverymuch. Yes, we all lead different lives but we all share a common beginning, that is birth, and ending, that’s death. Life is like a journey, but the only difference is, I know I don’t need a reason to live. And I am not in a rush to reach my destination because what matters to me is the difference I can, and have made along the way there.
There are rainy days in everyone’s life, but in mine, the sun immediately appear after the rainy days as long as I allow it. :)
It’s the survival of the fittest, and as much as we’d love to be the perfect ones, we’re not, and thus, that makes life not meant to be perfect too.
We all feel like crap at times, but what makes me different is the fact that I learn detachment. I know I’m unhappy, I know I’m tired and alone, I know I’m not well, and I don’t blame myself for them. I grieve over all my frustrations and irritations, and at the end of the day, I try to let all those negativities slip away in my sleep, and try to start a brand new day tomorrow.
As easy as it sounds, it takes effort, practice and perseverance. :) I used to believe that life is hard, and perseverance is rewarding, but I now also learned that life is hard, perseverance is rewarding, because we acquire resilience.
Anyway, she threw an Aussie outback / Cowboy themed party at her resident of 20 people last Saturday. And because I just got back at 3am from a pub crawl the night before, the first thing on my mind is to find some energy!! I was late for the party - sorry Mayboo! And I didn’t get her a present. Worse of all, I didn’t even dress up!! What a party pooper - I believe now I’m probably the worse friend ever in Mayboo’s friends’ list. And everyone must be thinking, what a horrible friend I am!!
:(
I do realise that too!
I’ll shout you a meal next time, chicky! Just remind me.
It was also a reunion of the three musketeers. We used to be classmates in Psychology and was put into the same group. And we started off not speaking at all, and ended up studying together for the exams at Mandi’s house together with her VERY naughty brother.
It’s a reunion after like more than a year for us 3!
This is Mandi. And Mandi is smelly.
And this is Mayboo. Probably one of the loudest persons I know. Happy 21st Boo!! You’re old and just accept it.
It takes time to accept that but you’ll age gracefully, I believe! :)
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Ehon is not happy. It’s probably the most frustrating and tiring two days of my entire life.
Ok, I exaggerated but yeah, it’s just very full on, and I have been waking up at 5.30am for no reasons. Probably some one or something I can’t see decided to wake me up and not let me sleep. So I spend my morning tossing around feeling pity for myself.
Ah wells, I’ll get back on my feet and be all positive and hyppy again soon!
I have another party to go to this Saturday and I’m still thinking whether should I go or not. Hmm.. Should I? Or should I not? That is the question.
You haven’t been a student in Aussie land until you’ve been to a pub crawl. Or so they say
Every course, every uni must have a pub crawl and it’s a very Australian thing, so unless you’ve been to a pub crawl, you haven’t actually experienced the Aussie uni life.
Last Friday was my second Medical Science pub crawl, and although the first one was better, I reckon the second one has a much cooler t-shirt especially when it is lime green! And who can resist cheap booze? Only AUD 3 for base spirits and AUD 5 for Vodka Cruisers!!
I have too many photos so I’ll just put up a few. :)
What makes the pub-crawl so special is the fact that it is a combined pub crawl so all three first, second and third years were there. Thus, I was partying with my students - but that doesn’t make any difference because I am as hyppy (hyperactive and happy) as I am in class and after a few drinks!!
Peter, one of my students.
Me and Heidi.
To make things twice more interesting, our T-shirt reads: “I wish I was DNA Helicase so I can unzip your genes. ”
And we get random strangers coming up to us asking if we want to unzip their jeans, or some comes to us and tell us that their jeans are buttoned, so we can’t unzip them. There were quite a few unzipped jeans that night, but that is all the details I’m telling. :P BAHA!
And if that wasn’t enough, for those of you who didn’t know, it was also International Be Sexually Inappropriate to Your Friends Day, and thus there were grabbing and groping, kissing and licking around. All in the name of fun.
Yi Him had Sex on the Beach! ….. Because he can’t afford a room! BAHA!
That drink is called Sex on the Beach.
And I ended in a car with two pink heads at 3.00am! :P Who drove me home safely!! I just thought this picture is classic!!
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HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MAYY LIUU!! You happy smiley little human angel. :) I hope you have a fantastic day because you so deserve it, and because you have such a kind, warm and thoughtful heart. :) I hope you’re well and taking good care of yourself there! And happy happy HAPPY birthday! *sends a virtual hug and kiss, with a cake*
It’s Mother’s Day tomorrow, and what better way to celebrate Mother’s Day than to prank your mum?
Let me introduce you the lady of my life.
I have high respect for this lady here not only because she’s my mother but she’s my superstar mum - no, she can’t sing.
See, I grew up in a really poor family squeezing in a tiny house with several other relatives. Growing up, I have to wear used clothes and my slippers have to be repaired using wires at least 5 times before they can be thrown away.
I remember when I was young, she’ll wake up before the crickets stop chirping (she’s very loud when she brushes her teeth, that’s why I know!) to do the laundry, boil water, make breakfast for us and then she’ll come to my bedroom window and go as loud as she possibly can without waking the neighbours, “CHA BEE HOON!!!” (Cha Bee Hoon means fried rice vermicilli) or “Monster Chan!” - Geez mum, thanks for those names!
She was fierce! In fact, she was probably one of the fiercest ladies I know. Oh, and she has the loudest voice too! She used to scream, at the top of her lungs, my full name when I did something wrong, and then I’ll get the caning. But overtime, she grew softer, I don’t know what, but she just did.
She dropped the canes and then her voice - I think she can hardly scream or beat anyone nowadays. :P
And when my uncle passed away all of a sudden, and with my best friend’s sudden death following that, my mum slowly became the world’s best mum. She became a best friend, she’s open to suggestions, ideas and thoughts although she might not agree. And she tries her best to understand although sometimes she struggles because of the difference in generation. But I must say she’s doing a pretty damn good job.
The best thing she has given me is to allow me to be myself, and search for who I really want to be. She let me leave home at the age of 17, and let me experiment with life. When I make mistakes in life, she make me learn from the mistake rather than make me feel guilty. She made me stronger and tougher.
But most of all, she made me loves life and celebrate life. Truth be told (*whispers) she’s given me tons of advices but I often forget most of them but there’s one I remember and probably will remember forever, (in chinese) “If you want to do or try something, go for it. Life doesn’t wait”.
She didn’t just give me that advice, but she supported all my decisions from that advice since. I love volunteering and as a Red Crescent member, I had to be on duty at odd hours like 3am or 4am, and regardless of what time I had to be there, she’ll make sure I get there on time, or earlier. I was a swimmer as well, and she made sure I was at the training every single day. She drives us from school, to tuition, to swimming every single day for 12 years of my life. At 16, I wanted to do charity but I had no money and didn’t know what to do. I wanted to buy some candies for the kids at the School for the Blind. I told her about it and she drove me to the shop, bought me the candies and some chocolates too! She puts us first and herself last, and she put up with my ever changing passion and interests and supported me all the way - never did she once say something to put me down.
And now all her kids are getting old (and so is she, although she believes she’s still young like me *ahem*), even the fat kid she’s holding (her precious baby whom she babysits) in the first picture has turned into a princess, attending pre-school:
And as for me, I have turned from this fat kid to who I am right now (an underweight kid - weighing less than 56kg)!
Another thing you have made to be, is making me so strong. So strong to the point I never call home! BAHAHAHA! I know it’s bad. My housemate calls home on a daily to weekly basis, and most of my friends call home at least thrice a week, but I only call home, maybe monthly - if I have credit that is. Hehe. But don’t you worry, my love for you is not measured by the number of times I call you. :P
Ma, we’ve all grown and I know you’re very proud of us, but we’re more proud of you! Well, at least I know I am. :)
But ma, there’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you but I never got the chance to…
Looking at uncle’s wedding pictures, at the dinner:
Your hair looked like shit!!!!!
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
But still, I love you, mum! Happy Mother’s Day! :)
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I know a number of mothers who read my blog as well, so happy mother’s day to you all! :) Be the mum you always wanted to be. You might struggle and find it difficult in the first 18 years of their life, especially when the hormones kick in and they become rebellious at youth, but it will all be worth it in the long run. My feelings go out to those who don’t get the chance to celebrate this special day with their mum like my “grandfather” and zewt.
But hey, don’t celebrate the loss, celebrate her life. :) Let her legacy lives in you and guide you through life.
