in spatial severity

The last terminal

2007-12-10T19:43:00.000+08:00

It's pretty obvious that I've run out of things to write about, which needless to say is surprising.

Could be a good thing and/or bad thing but nevertheless, I am declaring the end of this leisure activity.

I may write more when I need to vent out some frustration in a different way but its all been a very good and beneficial experience depositing most of my thoughts and troubles here in this memorable site.

Thanks for reading and sorry for disappointing you if I had.

I love you all dearly.

Hugs!

Lily

Obstruction

2007-11-27T01:45:00.000+08:00

We've salted their wounds
for all the right reasons
It was a display of affection,
we quoted.

Hitting all the right places
where it was invicible to the human eye,
was the perfect score.
The perfect plan for procreating screwdom.

So it was.
The beginning.

A difference

2007-10-10T15:28:00.000+08:00

I'm feeling rather nostalgic now as a result of listening to all my old music that I used to ruminate with when I was in KL.

I miss Mil, Rae, Brian, Payal and many other people.

I miss going to college early so that I could have breakfast with Rae and Brian at Maxis while waiting for the others to join us.

I miss playing cards with Mil, Dan, Rae, Payal and Brian in HP Tower cafe while the smokey fumes played with themselves above our heads and in front of our eyes.

I miss playing with the straw in my glass of Blackcurrant juice with Aloe Vera while listening to everybody ramble on about nothing or while we were just sitting down in silence, content with each other's company.

I miss catching up with Kevin once in a while over a plate of IndoMee and a glass of Teh O Ais Limau (Ice Lemon Tea).

I miss hanging out with the guys (Jack, Kingsley, Izzy) and Xin Chi at Maxis or on the fourth floor of ADP.

It's not easy finding those kind of company.

Maybe it's because we had long breaks.

Maybe it's because we had comfortable hang-outs and the food was cheap.

Maybe it's because the department was small, hence, most people knew each other.

But I think it's mainly because of the people, the individuals. The company was what made the difference.

You impacted my life and I'm forever grateful for the memories and the times we spent together. Thank you.

Catching up

2007-09-30T01:20:00.000+08:00

"Pick flowers not fights."

Isn't that the cutest quote you've ever heard?

I am well and I hope everybody is too.

Check out the band, The Weepies. Their music is simple and folklore-ish. I love their lyrics too and their songs are perfect when you just feel like being mellow and feel like being alone not because you're feeling emotional but because you are and you feel like being secluded from the world of talking and gaped mouths. Yes, when you're in a silent mood, their music could not be better suited and in tune with the aura.

Here's the lyric to one of my favourite songs from The Weepies.

Gotta Have You

Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone
Red eyes and fire and signs
I’m taken by a nursery rhyme
I want to make a ray of sunshine and never leave home

No amount of coffee, no amount of crying
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
No, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you

The road gets cold
There’s no spring in the middle this year
I’m the new chicken clucking open hearts and ears
Oh, such a prima donna, sorry for myself
But green, it is also summer
And I won’t be warm till I’m lying in your arms

I see it all through a telescope:
Guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat
Lying in the back of the blue boat
Humming a tune...

Another song I'm in love with is 'Set the Fire to the Third Bar' by Snow Patrol. I love duets and I don't really enjoy Snow Patrol so this song is pretty highly rated in my ears and you need to listen to it at least twice.

Set the Fire to the Third Bar

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I am starting to like mainstream Hip Hop again which I find utterly devastating. I know its horrible so I am exposing myself to it in tiny doses. Trust me, it is a phase so there's nothing to be worried about. Besides that, the mid-semester break was awesome especially when spending time with Rob. I wish those days never ended but I'm sure that there will be other days which were as blissful or will surpass them in the future. =) All in all, Ming is happy.

I love you guys and miss you all. Hugs!

Attributions

2007-09-28T22:51:00.000+08:00

I received a chain email regarding people that praised themselves higher than God and the 'consequences' that occurred after they did so.

I understand the objective of the email is to catch people's attention and warn them not to slander against God. In a nutshell, to fear and respect God, and not use His name in vain.

What made me upset was that the email gave an imagery that God was not merciful and was a vengeance Being who did not give people a chance to know Him better. The mail made it sound like that God wasn't loving and when He was insulted, He just took their lives away like they meant nothing to Him. Doesn't it say enough that Jesus was sent by his Father to die for us in the first place? God is an unconditional loving and forgiving Being but that also doesn't mean that we should test Him and play around as well.

Moreover, why does the issue always have to be a personal attribution (e.g., the person was stupid and irresponsible) when it comes to other people not self. When it comes to us, its a situational attribution (e.g., the exam was hard, the bus was late.)

The details or 'facts' were definitely very interesting but have we ever thought about whether the person was going through difficult times dealing with his or her emotional and mental problems without God in their lives or maybe that it was just a coincidence that these certain people met tragic deaths? I'm sure there are other people who have said bad things about God and in the end passed away in a peaceful manner.

If any non-Christians read that email, they would have been turned off. Period.

Christians are suppose to accept people for who they are and not pass judgement on people that are not Christians. Jesus led by example by accepting everybody. It's not easy for humans not to judge but we should at least try. I know I'm trying even when its not easy to keep my views neutral and positive after knowing a person for long enough. Before people start judging others, they should go through the experiences themselves and face the emotions that comes along with it.

The Perfect Paradox

2007-09-26T21:37:00.000+08:00

The blind man led the mutes into a chorus
They could not stop the mumbling melody
which made the most natural sense
to all those who could not listen.

Silence was a blessing to the brokers
who were caught up in their own stock.
Shadowed by the gloating farmers,
they could not find their place in the market.

So the world keeps whirling on
and the puzzle is never completed
with all the pieces of mistakes
and made up love.

It

2007-09-10T20:10:00.000+08:00

How can one person contradict themselves to the point that it's lying about the truth.

How can one person hold itself in such high esteem when everybody doesn't enjoy its presence fully.

How can you remain a friend to someone who always tries to make you feel bad by criticizing you in order to make itself feel better?

How can you remain a friend to somebody who's so stingy, selfish, insensitive, self-centered yet overly fortunate?

I've never told a friend which I told blatantly face to face that it was an asshole and meant it at the same time.

I've never used my dominance to the max for the smallest deed.

Only one who is submissive and patient can tolerate such a person.

I won't take this anymore.

Claim

2007-09-04T17:27:00.000+08:00

Technorati Profile

I'm permitting Technorati's spider to form a web all over me blog.

P.S. I've really got better things to do like a 1800 words assignment which is due tomorrow and I haven't started on it yet. Yippee! I love the Procrastinating Ming! That does have a nice ring to it. =)

Depression

2007-08-29T14:39:00.000+08:00

I don't feel safe
despite these promising moves you make.
I don't feel safe
because of the sincere excuses that you gave.

It's really alright
if you made the belt around my neck tight.
It's really alright
if you cut the string of my favourite kite.

Please don't feel sad
when you compose a happy ballad.
Please don't feel bad
when you step all over my head.

The conclusion could only end
with the development of another bad friend.
The beginning could only start
when our life movie has been cut.

Milo and Sugar

2007-08-26T13:42:00.000+08:00

Today's the first time I've ever felt homesick ever since I came back from KL.

I miss going window shopping with my sister and her boyfriend and them paying for my lunch at Strawberry Fields.

I miss my Butter Chicken rice without the green chilli padi.

I miss going shopping without the painful constant reminder of how little I have in my wallet.

I miss having my parents and siblings to drive me wherever I need to go. (Yes, I know I'm really spoilt but it's not my fault that I don't have a driving license!)

I miss having a hard time deciding where to go late at night because there are actually millions of places to hang out at and eat supper instead of the pathetic 24 hr Wellington Road Macdonald's which sometimes closes randomly.

I miss pet shops which have more than one or two breed of dogs to disturb (e.g. waving at them wildly, telling them to wake up, tapping on their windows, etc.).

Anyway, enough of missing things. Here are pictures of my beautiful, mystical, magical, "poisonous" Singaporean orchids.

My amazing chameleon abilities.

My artsy poster

My Radiohead poster and my girly heart aligned post cards

So there. You've seen most of my room except my gorgeous dark purple leopard spots table cloth and artistic drawings on my cupboard. Until then, bye sexy people.

Nirvana

2007-08-22T15:49:00.000+08:00

Take me to a place
where fox cubs and puppies dwell in harmony.
Where electronica and classical music synchronise beautifully.
Where fiery orange and icy purple doesn't disagree.

In the heart, there isn't a place
where happiness and sadness are soulmates.
Where love and hatred resides.
Where life and death are concurrently desired.

But those who have found unity in all opposing forces
no longer exist for they have attained enlightenment.
They have achieved comprehension in all things.

The Cause

2007-08-19T00:40:00.001+08:00

I seriously feel worse now.

Token

2007-08-18T22:30:00.000+08:00

I'm feeling utterly hopeless like a bruised butterfly.

How am I going to survive four years of his absence when I can't even stand two days without his presence?

Am I just going to entertain myself by painting my nails black with purple glitter forever?

One more year and he will be gone.

At least, he'll be happy. =)

All of a sudden, my mum's advice seems very good. =P

Sigh.

Glass

2007-08-15T16:55:00.000+08:00

I told my parents about Rob and they seem fine with it. At least, my mum didn't overreact and yell at me. Instead, she took it rather calmly. I'm just glad that they know about him now. =)

It all started with Dad writing me an email saying that "you've spent ... on calling your boyfriend in Australia".

I was like, "Uh oh."

And when I called my parents, mum was like, "Do you have anything to tell me?"

Double uh oh.

"It is good to be transparent," she said.

That's when I confessed.

Then she started rambling on guys in a rather slow pace and relaxed tone.

No raised voice.

No lengthening of words which ended on a high pitch. (e.g. minnnnnnNNNNNNGGGGGG!)

In the end, Mum said, "I'm glad we talked like adults."
(Whoa, I'm like an adult!)

So all's good!

Yay!

P.S. It's been a long long time since I've told my parents that I'm going out with a guy. I hope I didn't make a mistake in doing so.

P.P.S. Thank God that I didn't get screwed over the phone! Hip hip hurray!

Stuligupiligid boligoy

2007-08-12T21:38:00.000+08:00

iligi aligam kiligind oligof piligissed aligat saligam woligoo iligis obligoviligiousliligy aliga duligumb aligass. Iligi wiligish helige haligad moligore coligommoligom seligense aligand waligas noligot beligeluligur.

In a Biscuit

2007-08-12T20:21:00.000+08:00

Stationed at the crossroad
she could not move.
Departments passed her like she was a human statue.
They could not take her seriously.

Her feet were concreted to the ground.
She yelled at the fire trucks
and the construction workers.
Nobody could pull her from her 1 metre spot.

That's it. I've lost all abilities to write poems. I've lost the motivation.

What is wrong with me?

The Sex Object

2007-08-04T14:22:00.000+08:00

Sending out a million love messages
you seemed inviting.
You the unlucky mistress
were obviously rejected.

Cold stairs followed you to the sea.
Surrounded by the Fully Clothed.
You were rewarded with a star fish
which stuck on momentarily.

You compiled all your thoughts into an urn
where you buried your shame in the ocean.
The Hydra was revived with your scent
and sent to guard your precious vial.

Caught up in a dream to be more valued
You poshed up your contract
But by then you were 38.
The venereal disease overtook you
and you reunited with the Hydra in the deep blue.

Stop

2007-08-04T13:52:00.000+08:00

I am so freaking dead. I got screwed over the phone.

I don't think I can tell them what I planned to when they come back.

When will there ever be the right time.

Note

2007-08-02T12:17:00.000+08:00

I'm with Rob now and he's looking at the screen with a smile. I think.

I don't know. I love him.

Bye bye.

P.S. By the way, I really wrote that myself.

Phantom Limb

2007-07-31T17:39:00.000+08:00

I know I know. I've been a ringbo lately. However, I can't help it because there hasn't been a reason to vent and basically, I've just been pretty happy.

So am I angry or upset now?

Noooooooooo....

I'm just writing a post just to decrease the boredom of reading my blog.

I just realized my hands are very wrinkly. Hmmmmm..

Sorry, I lost track of what I was suppose to say or do. I tend to do that very often nowadays. Some of you may correct me by saying that I have always been like that but I am me. Hence, I should know myself best!

Gosh, I am talking rubbish now. This is what happens when you eat too many fried pork dumplings and when two guys steal 5 of them from you. If you need to know, I had 15 on my plate before they were consumed slowly.

Can you explain to me again why am I rambling for no reason?

Oh oh! I got something (or somewhere) pierced last week. Yes, Mil would be very proud of me. Maybe Rae. Perhaps Payal. I don't know.

I'm listening to The Shin's very old album (Wincing the Night Away) and soon to Eel's Shootenanny which I borrowed from the Monash Public Library. Who knew that a public library could possess such beautiful indie music.

Oh, and I should be clobbered because I had two weeks to listen to the albums but I'm listening to them on the night I'm suppose to return them. Tell me, I'm nearly the best procrastinator. I said nearly because obviously the best procrastinator would never return them until they faced the court. Shoot, there goes my fingers typing cognitive nonsense again.

I hate Cognitive Psychology by the way. And the Philosophy of Sex is boring.

Drive

2007-07-13T11:01:00.001+08:00

Hi! I'm still alive! Yes, I'm writing on the day I return to Melbourne! I can't say that coming back to KL was a great experience but it was awesome catching up with everybody. (Yes, I'm using the word, "awesome").

I was so not happy with my results (still not happy).

Plus, I was so freaking scared to tell my parents about them because knowing them they had high expectations of me. But they were satisfied and proud of me, so I'm more happy. Hey, I got a hug. It's a good sign, yes?

Ohmygoodness, I have that "If you're happy and you know it clap your hand" song stuck in my head now. And that just reminded me of Mil! We were so so high in Maxis. It's so sad that I only went there once. Sigh...

I think I managed to meet everybody on my list except Rae, Brian and Kings! Tsk tsk. And no, I didn't actually make a list. That would have been pathetic. Yes, very pathetic.

Am I hyper or what?

Ming the story teller: What time is it, children?
Children chorus: It's story time! *Giggle giggle*

One day, a little ferret was sniffing around. For fun. And he met this other little ferret named Geoffrey. Sadly, Geoffrey lost his most important organ and little ferret couldn't distinguish what the poor rodent was. So Little Ferret (yes, it's called that now) kept molesting Geoffrey. Obviously, Geoffrey was traumatized but he was stuck in the cage with Little Ferret. The owner, Ming, only liked squeezing her ferrets. The only way Ming could tell when she needed to stop increasing pressure on her ferrets was when they squealed really REALLY LOUD! Since Geoffrey was literally suicidal after living with Little Ferret's naughty ways for 2 months, the smart rodent decided to not squeal when Ming embraced him.

THE END!

I love love you guys! See! Double positives which equals to big positive bonuses!

Wheeeeeeee! Badaboom! Bye!

P.S. Story was very random. I'm still hyper!

Justified

2007-06-25T06:15:00.000+08:00

I asked to differ.

I saw no point in begging and making a fool of myself.

I spoke catergorical inaccuracies and waged violent peace.

I prolonged terminal living.

I'm the parent of stupidity.

I'm the inventor of one-dimensional superiority.

I'm the judge of preference.

I'm the follower of the Oblivionism.

Who am I?

Had a shot

2007-06-25T04:19:00.000+08:00

Collecting uniforms for the forgetful.
Swallowing as much as she could from shallow water.
She revelled in her daily cup of delicious depression.
She fell for her seductive Stockholm lover.

Combining waves for the invicibles.
Gulping as much as she could from the salty pile.
She learnt emptiness from the wise.
She rose to the occasion of taking the bullet.

He mourned.

Company

2007-06-17T18:42:00.000+08:00

"He's being rude to me! " the village bicycle whined.

"Hence, he needs to be taught a lesson," the 'almighty' said.

"It's ok! I'll prove to them that I'm not the bicycle of this society!" he squeaked.

And the 'almighty' kept quiet.

Player

2007-06-11T22:16:00.000+08:00

I once saw strength in those eyes.
You comforted me.
You provided security.
We were like two peas in a pod.

When a rift came,
we couldn't stand.
You wouldn't understand.
I couldn't be satisfied.

I made promises
which were meant to be broken.
I wasn't ashamed.
You were always counting.

And now, you make attempts
that goes to waste.
And I, the female Don Juan
couldn't care to dream.

Well

2007-06-11T01:17:00.000+08:00

This song really speared their way through my heart and the way Mika sang it with such morosity and grief is so provocative.

lyrics - MIKA Lyrics

For clarification, I'm not depressed or distressed or sad.

I miss feeling that way.

I must sound screwed up for making that statement.

I actually want to cry, bawl my eyes out, weep, sob. But no matter how hard I try, I can't.

And who in the world would want that?

Lately, I've been having scary dreams.

I dreamt that I saw a petite blond girl in a white smock deliberately falling down the stairs like how I did but with exaggeration. And when she fell through the opening, there was blood everywhere. Staining her beautiful garment.

I am so disturbed by it. But she did it with a purpose.

I dreamt this twice in a row.

Plus, I keep getting harrassed in my dreams.

Seriously, what is going on?

Jargon

2007-06-09T19:41:00.000+08:00

BIRDS EAT NATIVE
JUNK ANIMATED
MUSIC IDOLIZED NEEDS
SIMPLE ASTRONAUT
MINIATURE IGNORANT
NAVIGATOR
YOUNG ORNAMENTS
UTILIZED AREA
RADAR ENTITY
PUNY ANAL
TURNED HOLE
EXECRABLE TINY
INFESTED CAVITY
ANTS NEVER DIES
TERRIBLY HARRASSED
AWKWARD TEAR
ILLOGICAL SYNDROME
WHALE HUMPS ARACHNID
TENTANTIVELY
YOU ORGANIZE
UGLY WILLIES
IMPURE LAUNCHES
LICENTIOUSNESS
ALWAYS LOATHED
WINTER ABOMINATES
YOUR SACRIFICES
BARELY ESCTASY

Dehydrated

2007-06-06T23:40:00.000+08:00

Where's the race I asked.
Could I be number 2?
Oh, there's nothing more than living.
It glows less than sipping a cup of heaven.

The race is behind you I heard.
Yes, you could be number 3 if you want.
Time will overtake you.
A cup of heaven is your trophy.

I will not make it up for you.
I will not design a mural to please you.
I will not condense the milk.
I will not prolong your Glee drug.
Why should I?

I hope what I am going through is a phase. I don't need to turn into somebody I don't like. I will not be the cause of a schism.

Sam's "Surprise" Bday

2007-05-27T01:44:00.000+08:00

We tried to surprise Sam and he wasn't there at home. He was 'wondering around' in the city. He didn't pick up his mobile phone and his house phone.

Yes, we were so pissed at you! =P

Even Jon boosted Em over three walls to see whether which apartment was his.

And we waited for like 5 hours (-4 hrs).

Knocked on your door for 5 minutes (not kidding about this by the way). My knuckles hurt like mad until now..Hehehe, jkjk.

Went to Macd's because we were so depressed to the point we were suicidal. Fortunately, Macd's was a good remedy.

So here's the video.

Part 1 - Writing/drawing a note for sam.

Part 2 - Recovery over Sam's absence.

We finally got Sam and ordered him to come down.

Part 3 - What's left of the chocolate dip which was used for strawberries. Plus, gender identity disorder. You get the gist.

Emily's 21st Bday

2007-05-27T01:42:00.000+08:00

This is a video of lighting sparklers on Emily's bday cake which me and Sam made. Yes, I baked a orange poppy seed cake with cream cheese icing (using cake mixture). I do have domestic skills you know and it tasted great, for your information.

As you can see, we were all fascinated. (And entertained by my clapping and "Wheehehehehe!!!")

I love the silence of awe at the finale of the video.

Here it is.

The first part repeats twice then you get to see the second lighting of the sparklers which was all done by me, me, me (!) since everybody was scared of lighters. (I love lighters.)

A night out at the city

2007-05-26T18:49:00.000+08:00

On the Friday 18th May, we (Emily, Sam, Rob and I) went to the city all dressed up to see Jon to perform at a choral concert. Everything about it was majestic . The atmosphere, church, songs, voices, etc.

Well, here's some of the photos pre and post concert.

Emiry and Me

Me and Rob

Sam, me and Rob

Kawaii

Scared of the Boogie Man

The Glee Club

The Mum and Artiste of the Day (Jonathan Tsim)

I told you. You can't get rid of Ming!

Normal

Freaks

Oooo la la...He's back! Duh, the boogie man!

Welcome to the Fried Chicken Manure Club

P.S. I know. The pictures are humungous. Blek. A reason to change template.

Dear Food

2007-05-16T23:39:00.000+08:00

Firkytoodling is such a cute innocent term for foreplay.

Makes it sound like a casual activity you're just fiddling around with.

If you desire something but you can't be bothered to attain or fulfill it, you can say that I'm 'suffering' from velleity.

Another pretty word to substitute laziness.

That is what I'm going through now. I have two assignment deadlines next week.

A Biopsychology Lab Report and a Linguistic assignment.

Bliss!

After four months, I tasted Indomee!

I swear I was in Instant Noodle Nirvana!

Yes, it was so firking delicious with the sensory overload of the deadly MSG.

The memories that came along with it.

- Mil
- Payal
- Rae
- Jack
- Taking it away and eating at Level 4, Block E.
- Penang (Cuz Mil and Payal were suffering from withdrawal symptoms of Indomee)
- Lan
- Maxis
- Maybank
- Cell
- Milo Ais
- Teh O Ais Limau
- Dave Grohl
- Johnson
- Jie Jie
- Nasi Lemak from Maybank

Basically, Nostalgia was choking me.

I should do a study on "The Effect of Emotional Arousal from Food on Memory".

The train

2007-05-14T22:26:00.000+08:00

Please don't throw me away.
I know I'm vintage material.
Don't let the sea take me.
Don't let me freeze.

The trolls are coming.
The phone is ringing.
Don't record me.
Don't tetris me.

The Lemon Parade is overriding me.
I know I'm hard candy.
Melt me.
Consume me before it's too late.

Closer

2007-05-14T19:38:00.000+08:00

The stripper’s love was unconditional
Until her lover demanded an answer.
He knew the reason
Yet she was pushed beyond her limits.

She swore to love him with her boots
Oh, those long ear rings accentuating her
giraffe neck.
He was not swayed until he had the answer.

She finally said yes.
He looked down
And said, “Babe you condescend me!”

P.S. Obviously, I was inspired by the movie, Closer. Don't you love comma's.

Catalyst

2007-05-13T16:15:00.000+08:00

Maybe I am some ungrateful brat.

A woman who doesn't know how to comfort people when they're in distress.

I'll probably tell my future clients, "Just get over it!"

My listening skills are degrading each day.

Ask Rob. He should know. =)

Lately, I've been hearing things which have been said to me in the past.

I knew one day that it would affect me in a different way.

And I wanted to take it all in and believe it.

I will not let the past catch up with me.

I pray that we will reach the final destination.

You've showed me that life can be very good.

I trust you.

Neverending

2007-05-11T14:38:00.000+08:00

Am I extreme for wanting things which are supposedly not beneficial to the views of Christians?

Somebody important once said why can't you direct your extreme ways to God?

And then somebody said I'm different from other "Christian girls".

And even implied that I'm not really a Christian!

Why?

Because I have been exposed to the world?

Because my views are different ever since I went to HELP Uni Coll?

I'm not satisfied.

If I went all out to finish my work before time and study diligently, would I be happy?

I really think Philosophy is screwing with my head.

If God is really omnipotent, why is there evil in the world?

Good can come out of evil like during the tsunami, we saw the altruism of people. (We shall save the argument of whether people are trully altrustic for another time, yes?)

But do we need such "evil" to display the goodness of people?

Well, if we don't know what is evil, we will never know what is good.

Like without warmth, we will not know what cold feels like. (Stolen from Mil's blog. Another great poet and writer I must say.)

So can God still be fully omnipotent (so redundant) and humans have free will simultaneously?

According to Mackie's argument of evil and omnipotence, the answer is NO.

Reason: If God was omnipotent and he made beings which he has no control over, then there is something that God can't do.

Let me now make a point. I am just bringing up a statement.

It doesn't mean that I believe in Mackie's argument.

I still love God and believe that He is capable of all things. If God wanted to take our free will, He can.

But no, He doesn't because He love us and is a gracious God. Plus, I don't think God would want us to be robots.

God gave humankind a first chance to spread goodness in the world he created and when sin came, He gave us a second chance.

What will we do with it?

Repulsion

2007-05-08T21:39:00.000+08:00

The biggest mistake that a guy can do to a girl is to make her hate him. If it was an accident, then it can be easily forgiven but when it is done on purpose, it becomes a grudge.

I am seriously so pissed off.

I'm not going to be ambiguous as usual.

Don't go pretending to be somebody who is from Heroes.

How lame can you get?

Actually, how retarded can you get if I may say so bluntly.

You've screwed me up before. Big time. And you want to aggravate me furthermore with your nudges and your horrendous english after I've 'forgiven' you?

And you! Trying to be a friend now when you weren't at the end?

I trusted you!

Don't mess with me over the internet.

In the past, I have expressed my anger using vulgarity like "The Anti-Christ".

Acting like you're my saviour
How dare you!!
Saying 'I forgive you'
in that puny feeble voice of your's
when there's nothing to forgive.

Three metal rods up your rectum
is what you desperately need.
Add more till your anal muscles
can't control all that crap.

Well, read it again and think twice before agitating me.

P.S. I hate how I sound here but I am sick of being indirect.

Distorted

2007-05-06T19:56:00.000+08:00

How do I get myself out of this?

I know!

I'll screw up everything as I usually do.

You are what you think and believe.

So will I fulfill my destiny before I die?

Will I need a normal life like all the other consumers?

How about the promise you made to God before going to YWAM.

Would you reach out to the 'darkness'?

Or have your beliefs changed so much that you don't view them negatively anymore?

Is this the influence of the environment? The people?

What if I was isolated?

Would I still make an impact when I return?

Is everything just a sham?

It is so much easier to believe that and lead life the way you want to.

Who I am in Real Life (I Swear!)

2007-05-06T02:39:00.000+08:00

Which ”Heroes” TV Character are YOU? [pics]

Peter Petrelli

You’re Peter!!! You’re a dreamer: lovable, kind, sympathetic, and you believe that you are meant to do great things. You’re not egotistical, but tend to be trusting and sometimes naive. People may take of advantage of you, but it’s usually for your own good. You have the power of POWER MIMICRY. You can copy the superpower of anyone around you, which means you can fly, teleport, heal, or predict the future! Chin up, you’re an awesome person! To check out more about your character http://heroesdeep.awardspace.com/peter_petrelli.html

Take The Quiz Now!
Quizzes by myYearbook.com

P.S. And I did dream that I flew last night because some scary stranger was chasing after me for raping purposes. It was freaky. I hope I'm not traumatized for good.

Pandas

2007-05-06T02:25:00.000+08:00

Don't try to ride over me cuz you are all that I can see.

Believe me when I say those three words to you.

I can't hide the blatant fact.

Be happy!

2007-05-05T21:04:00.000+08:00

I know this must sound fully corrupted but I really think the gay guy, Lloyd, from Entourage is cute! I love his acting and he makes me laugh all the time.

Haha!

I am so gonna get skinned for this.

P.S. One day, skinned might become skan or skun. I think Linguistics is getting to me.

My "True Friend" test

2007-05-03T21:07:00.000+08:00

Create your own Friend Test here

I just got really bored.

Note: If you don't do the test, you're not my friend. My gosh, my blackmailing skills are just getting better everyday.

I'm kidding about not being my friend thing. I hope you know that. *Grin!*

Nonetheless, that doesn't mean that you're allowed to not do the test. So get down to it!

- Superior Ming

Tell me it's just a phase

2007-05-03T15:09:00.000+08:00

I think the prefix, "pre-", before nouns makes it sound so cool.

E.g. Pre-evolution
Pre-test (Well, doesn't it sound better than post-test. Research method stuff.)
Predestination
Pre-eminent

Maybe cuz pre rhymes with the word, free. And most free stuffs are cool.

I really have no idea why I sound so bimbotic nowadays.

Like even on the previous post about dreams when I said, "It's like I'm dead when I'm conscious," I was thinking to myself that I sounded like the stupid Plastic in the movie, Mean Girls.

Sigh..Tsk tsk. What's up with me.

I think I really need to get emo and start crying for no reason.

Weep weep.

P.S. Did you know the "F" word originated from an old English word, "firk". How cool is that! It really sounds like a retarded "f" word. Ok, I really have to stop sounding like a bimbo. It's getting on my nerves too.

Love you guys.

Stop it, Huay Ming. Stop it!

Ir-reality

2007-05-03T13:50:00.000+08:00

I love dreams which makes me feel fuzzy wuzzy during and post-dream.

And before you fall asleep, do you ever get that delicious yummy feeling that you're going to have a very happy dream. I do!

Sigh, I might as well live in a world of dreams.

It's like I'm dead when I'm conscious.

If there was a way to paint my dreams each day, it will be so murky yet wacky. Most likely abstract with a landscape kinda idea.

I love Dreamland.

I love coke too. *Hint hint*.

Fidgety

2007-05-02T21:36:00.000+08:00

5 things found in your bag

wallet
handphone
keys
pens
hairband

5 things found in your purse / wallet

cash (not much)
student ID
IC
ATM card
membership cards

5 favorite things in your room

bed
pillow
my artsy poster
drawings posted on the wardrobe
postcards on the wall

5 things you always wanted to do

Go on a holiday with my friends in another country.
Enjoy studying.
Work in Hong Kong or Singapore.
Own a ferret or a dog.
Be recognized universally for something. (e.g. poems, but I know they're not good enough)

5 things you are currently into

Entourage
Replacing the "l" letter with "r". e.g. Herro!! I'm Ming a Ring!
Dreaming about random people and doing random things.
Spending time with Rob
Sleeping

5 people you tag

Anyone who's bored

The Heeder

2007-05-01T19:52:00.000+08:00

Oh, we live in a beautifool world
Full of losers and lovers.
Yes, we live in a petty world
Full of pro and cons.

Can we survive
I ask
after realizing.
Oh, what have my parents done?

Yeah, we must sail away to the polynesians
Because somebody told me
we're no longer safe.
No dear, I'm not schizophrenic.
Please take heed.
Heed my warning.

Everything's not lost.
There is salvation in every disaster
Except for Lot's wife
and her beloved Sodom.
So take heed.
It was only a word.

A Straight Line

2007-04-30T00:21:00.000+08:00

Why can’t we change everything
You say
We’re caught in the center
Of a rectangle.

Its as complicated
As a round square
But we can work it out
And turn it into a squared circle.

I never meant to cause you depression
I wanna be your Sun
I say
I will be your cure.
It’s no trouble.

How long must we go through this
We say
It was the best highlight
It should stay.
It’s no trouble.

Cosmic

2007-04-29T15:14:00.000+08:00

I wonder if Jamie is still the guy I know since Year 7.

I wonder how are Mil and her Valentine toy (oops..boy) doing.

I wonder how are Payal, Rae and Brian doing. (I miss you guys terribly).

I wonder if Net can go without communicating with his gf for a day.

I wonder if I should eat ice-cream now and totally spoil my appetite for dinner.

I wonder if I can get an earlier flight. I wonder if I should.

I wonder how is Rob doing. (I miss him a lot).

I wonder if I can totally break down my stereotypes of somebody and look at him in a more positive way.

I wonder if I can do well in Philosophy. It's not easy.

I wonder if I can reach my full potential (or whatever that is) one day.

I wonder if my love is enough.

I wonder if I have an internal locus of control or is it external since I believe in God.

I wonder if my fall did change anything about me.

I wonder what type of person I would be if I was brought up differently.

I'm thankful for the freedom I have now.

I'm thankful for Mil and our connection.

I'm thankful for Payal and her "manja" ability which goes both ways. And for the Chili's time. That goes the sames for you too, Mil.

I'm thankful for Rae and her little cute ways. And for the Genting times.

I'm thankful for Brian and his perversive jokes. And for the HP and Maxis times.

I'm thankful for ice-cream and Coke.

I'm thankful for Rob and how he makes me happy.

I'm thankful for my parents and siblings who have played a part in creating the person I am today. And for all the other people who taught me life lessons.

I'm thankful for God and who He is. Never question why some of the bad things in the world happened even though God is omnipotent. He always brings the good out of the bad.

I hope my love is unconditional.

I love you.

Out of Order

2007-04-27T15:37:00.001+08:00

The lost God never found his way back home.
But the toilet knew everything.
It even told him what to do.

Oh, what a night.
Just rambling about you
Is all I can do.
Is all I think about.
You.

Real

2007-04-27T15:16:00.000+08:00

The night was too dark.

There were no stars to guide me.

Only Mew to walk me home.

Where are you?

Beyond frozen

2007-04-24T22:02:00.000+08:00

She was a beautiful snowflake.
Cold and icy.
Unique from the others.

The sun could only melt her.
Weep those long-awaited tears.

But no.
The sun never came.
She still remains the frozen
beautiful snowflake.

Stood beneath

2007-04-21T20:57:00.000+08:00

The dark night is too bright for its own good.

My salvation lies
in your love
my salvation lies.

Alexi Murdorch - Orange Sky

I dreamt of the two guys who messaged me on msn while I was asleep.

Note that I did not wake up to see the screen and fall back into Dreamland.

What theory can explain that?

It doesn't makes sense.

Everything happens for a reason.

Is it supernatural?

Stupidity

2007-04-21T19:26:00.000+08:00

"If you want to improve, be content to be thought foolish and stupid with regard
to external things."

- Epictetus

"How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world
forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and
each wish resign'd."

- Alexander Pope

"Blessed are the forgetful: for they shall have done with their stupidities too."

- Friedrich Nietzsche

I knew a man who knew all the answers to my questions.

Now, I no longer know that man.

Drawing Personality Test

2007-04-20T12:00:00.000+08:00

What does your drawing say about YOU?

The results of your analysis say:

You tend to pursue many different activities simultaneously. When misfortune does happen, it doesn't actually dishearten you all that much.
You are a direct and forthright person. You like to get to the core of the issue right away, with few signs of hesitation.
You like following the rules and being objective. You are precise and meticulous, and like to evaluate decisions before making them.
You are ambitious and optimistic, determined to prove and advertise yourself.

The instructions said we were suppose to draw a landscape picture but I wanted to be "different". Hehe..

I am not optimistic all the time and I don't need to prove myself to anyone. Blek.

That reminds me. Someone dreamt of me or my name being on the billboards. How cool is that!

Another Mil Quote

2007-04-20T00:36:00.000+08:00

We’re learning about cognitive processes. About thinking. Who the fucks
needs to know how we think. It’s good enough to know we’re thinking."

I love Mil...Wheeee....

Venture

2007-04-15T23:10:00.000+08:00

Everyone is like the rest, that's why they're the rest.

- Heroes.

Does anybody have dreams relating to Heroes because I need to know I'm not the only one.

Moreover, I'm not even a fan!

I find it so freaky to dream about having the super power to create fire (like Pyro from X-Men) and watch an episode about Claire Bennet's mother having the same power the next day.

I know it doesn't mean anything but it is cool.

The dream is so weird too.

Evaporating water while in a bathtub. Who has dreams like that!

Stop perving.

That will be the month when I stop having epic dreams.

And how can I know whether the dreams I have are from God or not. Some dreams must mean something.

I can't be led on by them.

Nonetheless, my life is exciting in the conscious and the unconscious life.

How wonderful!

Clown

2007-04-14T19:20:00.000+08:00

I like doing things the hard way.

Thinking too much is a beautiful thing.

It destroys all the other things in your head and covers your mind in shades of black.

The negative one.

Pointing out all the flaws and never seeing the whole picture.

Now your heart is broken.

So blame it on the realist who loved the idealist.

You're no longer included.

Because of my unequal love.

P.S. The posts were never about you. This one is. Plainly. Clearly.

Feel

2007-04-11T00:31:00.000+08:00

The girl next to her man
needed to fill a form
for permission.
To hate.

The girl was Eve.
She played the role of Delilah
The girl is Bathsheba
but had the heart of Ruth.

The girl wasn't good enough.
Had no balance.
She forgot about faith
or anything to do with it.

Nonetheless, she continues to love her man.

Longing

2007-04-03T17:39:00.000+08:00

It has been too many nights of being with to suddenly be without
~Jewel Kilcher~

Immovable

2007-04-03T17:16:00.000+08:00

I never looked back.

Somehow that has changed.

Now I dread seeing you go.

So I hold onto every last look.

What has happened to me?

I think it's the four letter word.

I miss you.

Mew Quotes

2007-04-02T01:17:00.000+08:00

Reasons why I love Mew:

"I'm caught in the symmetry of your mind but I'm not happier."

- Symmetry

"Do you remember what made you fall?
And does it matter to you at all?
You wanna go, you wanna see
What lies could set you free."

"It's a nice way, I think
To wake up with you
A nice way
I'm separated
from you."

- Eight Flew Over, One was Destroyed

"All I do now is just horrible and mean.
I used to think that she and me
could only be just fine,
and to begin with nothing seems wrong.
But it's not a happy song.
And I'm sorry about you and me.
And I'm sorry about us."

- Saliva

"Do you ever inflict unwanted memories?
I know you and I know it won't take
you long to make me smile"

- Am I Wry? No

"You are just like an avalanche
Cold as I might have guessed
But at least I'm covered up for now."

- 156

"All my emptiness is confined in metric rhyme
Make all your lies come true"

- Beautiful Balloon

"Why are we so alone even with company?"

"All of us now breathe it like smoke.
To know what it's like
Breathing to choke."

- Behind the Drapes

"Don't be riding over me, 'cause you are all that I can see."

- Panda

"I don’t feel alright in spite of these comforting sounds you make
I don’t feel alright because you make promises that you break."

"Nothing is pure anymore but solitude
It’s hard to make sense
feels as if I’m sensing
you through a lens."

- Comforting Sounds

"After we go to sleep
Our sun rise
I will make it the truth of painfully
helping me cover up things
I wish I never had found."

"I saved myself
for someone somewhere's sweet caress
Something goes wrong
And all I sought was happiness."

"We'll nurture xenophobia
And be strong
In right wing fashion
With paste and generosity
Because no one is safe
From someone somewhere's
sweet embrace
And so I have simply
decided to dislike you now."

- Shespider

They speak to the darkest parts of my mind.

Included

2007-04-01T23:45:00.000+08:00

Everyone's saying different things to me

Who should I trust?

My heart is not dependable.

My mind is not sane.

My spirit hasn't settled.

Anymore.

Mew - White Lips Kissed

Wake me up
Only nightmares take me in
Through these walls the winter bites
A draft from all sides
Why did you not include me on your list?
Let me in through the ceiling
White lips kissed

Sense

2007-03-31T11:14:00.000+08:00

Due to the black bats,
I can't disclose any words.

Due to the mocking crows,
I am watching my moves.

Due to the lost lambs,
I am counting my hopes.

But now the lavender lynches
are singing moonlight.

In some state of grey matter

2007-03-29T02:06:00.000+08:00

I am happy kissing the cloudy drizzle.

I am happy where I am.

I am happy with who I am with.

Who wants immortality?

No.

Nobody stays beautiful for long.

Desecrate me.

I am your dahlia.

Nobody stays down forever.

3am is a perfect time to dream. To meditate.

We are all fine artist. In our unwell ways.

This is my elevator love letter to you.

My pacifier.

~the dreamer who isn't the dream

Pop! Goes my Heart

2007-03-28T22:15:00.000+08:00

The soundtrack is awesome! Totally into cheesy songs now.

The Scientist

2007-03-28T02:59:00.000+08:00

"Nobody said it was easy."

A Sanguine's Sorrow

2007-03-27T00:15:00.000+08:00

A Sanguine's Sorrow

Hugging the empty air
was her intention
To be accepted.

But she wondered why the act.
The cold distant dance
which made her feel more alive.
Vibrant.

She then remembered why.
She was kissing her moon away.

Vanished Monday Blues

2007-03-26T09:34:00.000+08:00

Today is so perfect.

Got up and used my MP3.

Yes, it's working.

I never thought listening to Ari Hest, Badly Drawn Boy, Coldplay can be so relieving. Especially listening to "God Put a Smile Upon Your Face" while walking to class was so inspiring in some way.

Yes, it was a good Monday morning. Never thought it was possible.

Plus, there was an added element to that happiness.

And when I walked back, Damien Rice and Death Cab for a Cutie kept me company.

How more perfect can that get?

Specially when I was crossing the road while listening to "The Blower's Daughter" reminded me of the first scene in Closer. (Where Natalie Portman is walking along the street and she's keeping eye contact with Jude Law)

Nevertheless, I'm happy.

What my birthdate supposedly says about my love life

2007-03-25T23:17:00.000+08:00

Your Birthdate: October 13

You don't love lightly. For you, love is always a serious undertaking.
However, you are able to love many types of people. You can bring out the best in almost anyone.
Love surprises you often. You never know when or where you'll find it next.

Number of True Loves You'll Have: 1

Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 5

You are most compatible with people born on the 4th, 13th, 22nd, and 31st of the month.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?

Uh oh..its been broken 5 times already..This is probably bs.

Who knows.

The Issue

2007-03-25T13:21:00.000+08:00

"Why can't you get it into that friggin' head of your's?" she thought.

"I said no. No is no. How complicated can that get?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Maybe..."

"NO! I'm just not ready. I just want to be...Friends."

"Uh oh, I don't like the look of his face now."

She gulped.

He thought, "Oh shit, the dreaded title."

"Thanks for being my Friend," he replied.

Growl

2007-03-24T18:15:00.000+08:00

Today is the first time I fell asleep in front of the tv.

I swear I'm becoming more like a sloth each day.

Ball

2007-03-24T08:26:00.003+08:00

Locke's wife couldn't take the perfume.
The monkeys in her garden were statues.
No one could stop them now.
Scooping oranges made everything right.
The bouncy lunch lady was the science teacher's rat.
And so was the nagging maths
In Locke's head.

Sphere

2007-03-23T22:19:00.000+08:00

From my nest, I can watch you move.
I am counting the motions.
From my graphs, I can hear your agile muscle.
I am losing the tempo.

My saturated heaven is a period away.

Carbon dioxide

2007-03-22T00:52:00.000+08:00

Recently, I've been thinking whether I'm in the right place. Am I doing the right course? Is there any course that I would truly enjoy?

Design has always been in my heart. I love creativity and see a bare empty place/paper bloom into life.

Not words and numbers all over the paper.

No, I'm not discarding my love for poetry. It will never happen.

I couldn't go into design because apparently there's no money in it or it's a waste of my time.

Or maybe it's bad for you spiritually.

I remember one time when I was doing my artwork, I took too long indulging into it. Trying to perfect the colours of the trees, somebody snatched the A3 paper and tore it apart.

Like every child who was bored of studying, I drew pictures all over my exercise book. Of course, it did not help alleviate the person's temper.

And now my skills has dissipated. I can't sketch or paint like I used to. My hands are only used to write or type keys.

Maybe that was my drive.

It's lost.

Ming Quote

2007-03-14T22:45:00.000+08:00

You are the apple of my tongue.

Need for intoxication

2007-03-12T15:06:00.000+08:00

We have a few lecturers for one subject so one lecturer will teach a topic and maybe next week you will have a different lecturer.

Well, I've been having this lecturer for the past three weeks and her credibility has been lost in the span of one minute.

When she stated that the Wernicke's area is in the temporal lobe (which is correct), a student asked to confirm whether it is in the parietal lobe. (To be accurate, it lies on the boundary of the parietal and temporal lobe.)

Then, the lecturer said she doesn't know and that she just got the picture of the brain and maybe the temporal lobe is in the parietal lobe.

Obviously, the temporal lobe is not in the parietal lobe! Every pyschologist/psychology lecturer should know that there are 4 separate lobes in the brain which are called frontal, temporal, parietal and occipital!

What am I doing here in Monash.

Volume

2007-03-12T09:20:00.000+08:00

You're still as beautiful as ever.
Without plagiarism.
No one can under write you.

You are the infinite capacity.
You're inculpable of evil.
Omniscient they call you.

So how would it end?
With the grip of your hand?
With the sirens blaring?
Or with nothing?

It is necessary.

At the river

2007-03-08T12:35:00.000+08:00

She felt disturbed as her man watched her wetting someone's shoulder.

Yet, she could not stop. She felt comfort in those arms. Differently.

But the man disappeared into the back of the scene. Again.

10 Facts

2007-03-06T20:52:00.000+08:00

And here's the Tag: Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!

10 weird things/habits/little known facts:

1. I'm weird myself. (That was easy)

2. I love frangipanis. (FYI, its a flower)

3. I like to bite my finger nails. Old habits die hard. (Typical quote)

4. When my food feels dry, I just spray any drink I have with me. So for example, if my indo mee is dry and I have milo ais, there's milo in my indo mee. =D

5. I hate the number, 9. For example, when you get 69%, you're thinking one more percent and you could have gotten a B. The same thing applies when you get 99%. I know you see where I'm coming from.

6. I have weird dreams. Ben, Mil, and Dan knows that. I mean who dreams of furry minotaurs leaving glow-in-the-dark slimy footprints in the corridor. Yes, it's me. Only ming. Haha.

7. I love Mew. I just had to advertise them here on my favourite number.

8. Despite me being talkative, I can be very distant and cold. I don't mean to be with my "hmm/uhuh/ahuh/uhmm/ok/okieeeeee/I know's".

9. I'm in love. (You didn't see that coming, did you?)

10. I have a thing for legs. If you have a nice calfs, it's a plus. Oh and eyes..I love brown/green/hazel eyes. (No ming. No gawking)

Tagged ppl:

1. Mil
2. Rae
3. Kings
4. Levi
5. Alex
6. Boo

P.S. Yow Yow thought of me and had to pass the burden. How nice.

Queen Midas

2007-03-02T11:34:00.000+08:00

P.S. Is that really true?

Discernment

2007-03-02T10:40:00.000+08:00

Everybody who has experienced a near-death situation knows that you don't see your life flashing past by.

All you're thinking is, "Oh [swear words or God's name]!! I'm SOOooooo Gonna Die!"

And this is in recitation.

(Or is it just me?)

It only happens in Scrubs and other television series.

I know you can imagine the shaman woman fluttering her dramatic right hand over her eyes as she quotes, "The man saw his life flashing before his eyes..."

But I mean how mysterious can you get?

And does life really flash at you in the first place?

(Hiccupy laughter)

Nevermind!

P.S. That was so weird. But what's new.

CCM Amazing Race

2007-03-01T13:44:00.000+08:00

"Why!" says Dumbo the piggy. (Obviously about the confused mistress)

Walk

2007-03-01T13:39:00.000+08:00

She asked, "Would you seriously ever take me seriously?"

What a wonderful sound of repetition right there.

And he of course, "The one who has seen everything," acted like he had never heard of anything before.

Oh what a typical phrase.

She thought to herself, "Can anybody be atypical?"

Even the Weird Freaks are typical.

So what is atypical.

How can one point out a behaviour that is one.

And who in the world is?

Different, yes.

But not typical in every way?

No

Research Design Analysis

2007-02-27T14:57:00.000+08:00

I'm so devastated about today's class.

You seriously should appreciate Ms. W's style of teaching. Straightforward. Simple notes. Easy to understand.

Don't get me wrong about the lecturer. She sure knows her stuff and speaks at the speed of lightning which makes it a lil harder.

But she's going through the formulas explaining why the formula is like this and that and I'm like, "I don't think I need to know that."

And her definitions of terms are so long-winded.

For example:

"Distribution of a sample means: an example of a sampling distribution - the set of sample means for all the possible random samples for a specific sample size that can be obtained from a given population."

"Sampling distribution: A sampling distribution of a statistic is obtained by obtaining values for that statistic from all possible random samples of a specific size from a population."

And the info just fly over my head.

I mean who uses the word, "Analysis of Variances" a thousands times and not say "ANOVA" at least once! I am going to get sick of hearing the term "variances" for one whole semester.

There I am, feeling so stupid and inadequate.

I mean I did well enough to become a tutor and here I am trying to grasp the concept of a sampling distribution and every gibberish!

The formulas are obviously the same but the symbols aren't so I think I really need to get used to it or go over Ms. W's notes after every class.

In conclusion?

I AM SO GONNA DIE!

P.S. Just let me be morbid about one class/subject. I so understand what Trina went through.

Hooked!

2007-02-26T23:47:00.000+08:00

OHMYGOODNESS!!! I LOVE NANA!!!

No wonder Rae was crazy about it!

It was so damn sweet and cute!

Ok, I should not let movie depicts my moods...but seriously, it was such a good romance.

And that long hair guy was sooooooo cute. Yes, I prefer him more than Ren..

I want that DVD!

And I had to watch the whole movie on Youtube. Yes, how sad was that? Moreover, illegal.

But I don't care. I don't care.

The movie was sooooooooooooo nice! I'm in love with it.

I'm still in a dream. So dazed.

Mirror

2007-02-24T20:48:00.000+08:00

As kids, we all had monsters. Whether it was underneath the beds. In the cupboard. Behind the door. We were paranoid.

Mine was the red lights which blared from the plug switch near the cupboards.

I would tell my mum, "I see eyes! REd ones!"

My mother and sis would look in the direction of my lil pointy fingers and say, "No, I don't see red eyes. What red eyes?!"

I would persist and try to convince them with my squeaky cute voice saying, "There! tHERE! Can't you see the eyesssss???"

Poor mum and sis. Trying to convince a little kid that it was just a silly plug switch.

In the end, I changed the position of the bed so that I would be facing a wall.

How complicated was that!

But even now, we face them everyday. The sun. The sins of humanity. Our animal fears. Words. Substance. The past. The affects of the past.

We all know there are good ones and bad ones. Harmless and deadly.

Nevertheless, we do have ability to overcome them. And when it's not good enough, we have the Boss. We call him Daddy.

Hahahaha.

What's the point of this? Nothing. I'm just ruminating.

Tonight was fabulous. I love the BAnG! Fireworks were amazing. I wanted to see more.

Just couldn't get enough of them.

My favourite combination was purple and gold.

The symphony was great. I shall go next year to re-enjoy. Till then, farewell.

Brief

2007-02-22T11:32:00.000+08:00

Dawn the Singaporean pretty blogger has really good music taste. I'm surprised.

Everytime I check out her blog, the selections that she chooses to play are really good.

Check out Heart by Stars at "Repeated Noise" section at the sidebar of this blog.

The hard rock girl, you never had a chance you know
Incurable romantics never do
He held a flame I wasn't born to carry
I'll leave the dying young stuff up to you
You get back on the latest flight to Paradise
I found out from a note taped to the door
I think I saw your airplane in the sky tonight
Through the window lying on the kitchen floor

Alright I can say what you want me to
Alright I can do all the things you do
Alright I'll make it all up for you
I'm still in love with you

Reminder

2007-02-22T10:56:00.000+08:00

It is not God's will for us to hear static.

Cent

2007-02-22T10:38:00.000+08:00

Out of tune
He was not invited.
She used sewage
to evangelize her melody.

He tried to display the gospel
through minimalism.
But she knew that all she needed was
One note.
But it never appeared.

We didn't listen.

The plot

2007-02-22T10:35:00.000+08:00

Collecting sand dollars at the fountain
Is what you do
to pay off your street tax.

Yes, you heard me!
Didn't you know beggars have to pay for
One Meter Square.

One Meter Square
Is how much space you take
counting purple horses.

CNY party

2007-02-21T22:25:00.000+08:00

ming's lala peace logo

The "dun wan!!" face

I know you can see my dimples. Blek.

The return

2007-02-20T11:52:00.000+08:00

That felt so good writing like that again.

I'm forever guilty.

That's how it goes, huh?

2007-02-20T11:23:00.000+08:00

I never experienced the honeymoon.

So have I missed the first stage?

Or am I in reverse mode?

It's a good time for Mew and Iron and Wine. Contradicting but europhic.

It is normal to be nostalgic.

It is normal to miss.

It is human to sin.

It is human to lie.

To protect.

For pleasure.

But it's all a placebo you try to place yourself in. To feel better.

My fear was your's.
Until I connected.
Until I used the wire.
Electrified.

I did not question.
Why was I so alone
Even in high company.
Your tale was false.

Why did you hide.

You were so empty.

I wished to comfort you but you were lost.

I wished to bring back happiness but you were gone.

You slept with your eyes open.

Like a single.

Body.

Lost

2007-02-19T12:37:00.000+08:00

Lately I've been so forgetful. Yes, Ming is very absent-minded. How ironic.

Today my atm card got sucked into the machine. I pressed all the buttons and I was like

"Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoooooooot."

Me, being the calm and collected person, went to the bank straight away and then I realized I lost the card which had my transaction account and savings account number. More "shoot shoot shoot" ramblings. I called my daddy and told him about my chaotic situation. (Hey, money matters. For survival!) And then, I asked him to check if I left the card around the room. Luckily, he recorded my transaction account number down and I was saved by the...hmmm..(no, its not the bell)...oh, forget it.

And then..and then..and then...what happened?

Oh yeah, the people helped to get the atm card out of the machine and found out that even though its activated, its not valid because they sent me another atm card. So it's all cool.

But seriously, my memory is getting worse. Previously, I lost my $20 phone card and there was still $18 in it. And I lost it in my room. I think.

Moreover, I locked myself out of the flat as I left the key in my room and I was carrying trash and laundry. Not good, not good. So I was contemplating whether I should wait for my flatmates to come back or should I walk all the way to the operation office. I was thinking that my flatmates should be back soon as they're just having lunch and the distance between my flat and the operation office is like 1000 miles and it was 36 degrees Celsius.

Luckily, there was this utility guy, who was wearing clothes like the Crocodile Hunter. And I asked him if he was security and he said no. I then just informed him that I'm locked out of my flat and he said that he had the keys to open the door so when we were outside the flat, he asked me what he would see when he entered the flat. I replied that he would see a wall. Really! You would see a wall when u walk into my flat. I know I sounded really dumb or even bimbotic but technically, the first thing you see when you enter into the flat is a wall. Later, he explained that he wanted to confirm whether it was my flat or not so I told him everything like the slippers were on the right and you would see a kitchen and lounge room. Then I showed him the label on my cup which showed my initials to prove that I lived here.

As inconvenient as this sounds, it really isn't compared to waiting for flatmates who only came back 4 hours later and walking to the operation office which is far far away underneath the blasting sun.

Thank God for the utility Crocodile Hunter guy. (If it insults you that I'm using Steve Irwin's nickname, I'm sorry but at the moment I can't find any other way to describe what the fella was wearing.)

In a nutshell, I just need to pray more for my memory to get better and to be not forgetful and careless. Pray for me too, ya? Hehe.

I miss you guys so much and today, this Canadian guy I saw reminded me of Jon from YWAM. I am reminded of you daily.

Until then, I bid you well.

P.S. I feel so childish writing in this style. It's been ages since I told about my daily happening in details. I can't believe I wrote so much. Blech.

Second

2007-02-18T19:28:00.000+08:00

I saw something that I've been eagerly wanting to get a peep of but I didn't like what I saw.

It made me lose my appetite.

It made me sick.

But the thing was, it was no big deal.

It wasn't even small.

It was nothing. Nil. Zero. Kosong.

I still lost my ability to respond to it.

My thoughts were out of reach yet they were swimming in the grey matter beneath my scalp.

I had infinity thoughts about it.

Severed by it,

I finally looked and turned away.

Forever.

P.S. I'm addicted to "Such Great Heights" by Iron and Wine.

Crush

2007-02-11T23:12:00.000+08:00

It's confirmed that I'm in love with Zach Braff.

But Jonas Bjerre is definitely number one. Forever. My Mew lover. I am devoted to you. Marry me! You can infinitely serenade me and I won't get sick of it. Especially with "Special or Louise Louisa or Zookeeper's Boy". It wud be heavenly (what do you call it? Oh yeah) NIRVANA. Our son would be named Jonas Junior. What a beautiful name! How atypical!

Oh sadly, I'm not original with proposals so goodbye. GOODBYE!

P.S. There! A sweet "romantic" note for you. If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands! You better!

P.S.S. It feels like the right time to share my loving. I know you want some.

Not so random

2007-02-11T18:52:00.000+08:00

When I read what other ppl write about their loved ones, I find it so sweet and romantic. Puppy love like. I'm not saying that your love isn't true or real. But it's super duper diabetic. So cute and teen-like.

For example,

"I saw him today and he was so cute. And he said hi with the sweetest smile."

or

"We spent time together and I had the greatest night of my life. I miss him so much."

My mouth is full of cotton candy as my brain enter those informations. And it doesn't melt away.

But it's really really really sweet.

I wish I could rant on about my love life out in the open here but it's just not me. I'm not the type to disclose it so directly and tell daily happenings about what I did with a significant other, etc. Maybe it's due to past experiences, my brain tells me to write no more! No more of sweet ruminations of a special person here until it's certain. Until it's approved. But I probably wouldn't type about it anyway when I feel it's the right time to. I don't know. We will see.

Cause

2007-02-11T16:16:00.000+08:00

Yes, maybe I'm the most negative person in the whole entire world.

Every word I say is discouraging, undesirable, undelightful, and depressing.

But I put a front. (Everybody does)

The happy ming.

The laughing ming.

The hyper ming.

The smiley ming.

The silly ming.

Yes, that is me. The positive actions.

But negative thoughts are all here.

Always roaming.

I maybe far away. But I am here. I am existing.

I am human whether I wish to be or not. (I would very much prefer to be a ferret or a puppy which will die in peace eventually due to cause of a lethal injection.)

I am the Ming who doesn't like mushroom and seafood.

I am the Ming who doesn't like the hot blazing sun but doesn't use umbrellas for extra accessories and protection.

I am the Ming who will always have that weird laughter. The asthmatic or hiccupy one.

I am the Ming who will always reply with a "hmmm" or "uhmmm". (You have an IQ of zero if you can't tell the difference between a no and a yes with my "hmmm's". Maybe I'll give you the benefit of a 10. You should be estatic with that number.)

I am the Ming who has nine lives but has already used up two or was it three?

Maybe people are wrong about what they say that your thoughts matches your actions. I am proving them wrong most of the time except when I blab out words which I wish to take them back.

Nevertheless, I am your Ming. Will always be.

P.S. This is so pathetic. Yup, I'm talking about the writer.

Woot

2007-02-09T09:02:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, I checked out my room. According to my parents, my room is bigger than my sister's room in London. I'm kinda happy with it but the walls look so bare white. And they are bricks! Why can't they just leave the natural colour of the bricks? Won't it look more homey than white! I feel like I'm living in a chalk room or something.

And I made a transaction and savings account. So I'm gonna use an ATM for the first time. HOw cool is that? Sorry for the sadness of the situation. But literally you can hear Ms. Winnee saying that, can you? Maybe not.

Anyway, I miss you guys so much. Mil, I hope you're ok. You shall meet your Valentie toy. Oops, I mean boy. Please excuse the Freudian slip.

Anyway, Lord of the Flies is beckoning me. I shall hurry off to grab him and enjoy every bit or is it bite? We shall see.

Love,

Ming a Ling

P.S. Too many questions in this post. I'm getting confused.

Shalom

2007-02-08T06:06:00.000+08:00

Hello people.

Thank God I had the student visa. Actually me and my parents kind of went blindly using a visitior visa, hoping that I can get a student visa when I'm in Melb. So when we arrived at the customs, the officer told us that I had an "electronic" student visa. So praise God. His timing is always good. Thank you for your prayers. It really really helped. Thank God I didn't need to go through all that trouble of getting one here.

Now I can't seem to view my blog here. Weird. But I shall keep updating you people.

Miss you loads,

Ming Bo Bing