Believe in freedom, in love and fortune, And all we need is a piece of heaven

After all the procrastinating, hours of supposedly studying but playing game instead. It is finally over. FREEDOM for a month.

Meeting up with friends later for bowling but am already thinking about Melbourne. Tuesday!! What to pack? At this rate, i'll end up bringing my whole house to melbourne. H-E-L-P!

When I get back from Melbourne, I definitely need to get a job. Anyone wants to hire me? OR you can donate to the Joce is Poor Fund.

What would you do if you won 90 million? Thats how much the tuesday lotto draw is going to be. To any prospective winner out there =D ever thought about sponsoring a hardworking, diligent, bright young prospective Accountant or IT Specialist? =D

Michael Jackson died btw. And I'm still poor.

Post courtesy of YI, future chef-er who's switching to chef-ing because he likes cooking.

The warm breath of your closest friend , I'm waiting, I'm waiting

Hours to D-Day: 76.

Subjects done studying: 0.

Level of panic:

Except my brain seems to have a bit of a malfunction.

My heart says "SUPER PANIC SHOULD HAVE STUDIED EARLIER AND ATTENDED CLASSES", but my brain says "Ah, what's the worry. I still have time for one more game." And in the background, you hear "Pressure. Stress. Does not comprehend. Does not comprehend. System shutdown."

Time to nap.

Every smile and every tear, Every hope and all your fears

And the procrastination continues...

I went to the state library today. I was there for 4 hours. I studied 5 chapters. I am proud. Although I am still extremely behind. And the guy on Sha's left side was smelly. And the guy on my right was sneezy. But I am still proud. I studied.

Cherry elephant athazagoraphobe banana tree.

Baptised in the river, I'm delivered, I'm delivered

I just spent the past hour and a half desperately wading through the third page of Chapter 3 - Product costing, all the while thinking about what I should cook for dinner. Not to mention the number of naps I took this afternoon; Probably explains the length of time it took to get past the first 2 pages - 4 hours.

H-e-l-p.

'Cause in my head there's a Greyhound station, Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations

8 a.m.: *wakes up oozing resolution* I am really gonna finally study today!

8.30 a.m.: *feeling sluggish* I'll wait till midday, then I'll start.

12 p.m.: I need to cook lunch. I'll start at 2

2 p.m.: Chrono Crusade only has 57 chapters. I'm sure I can finish it by 5, and then I'll start.

5 p.m.: Still not done with Chrono Crusade. I'm sure I'll finish by 7, and then I'll start.

7 p.m.: I need to cook dinner. After dinner, I'll definitely start.

8 p.m. (after dinner): I feel so sleepy. Maybe I'll nap first and then I'll start.

Conclusion: Joce is incorrigible.

I am now officially one week and one day behind my study schedule.

Paint yourself a picture, And then you break another picture

Time reversed, they're calling from the universe

Cash-strapped uni student wins $13m with old lotto ticket

ABC (Copyright © 2009 Yahoo!7 Pty Limited)

May 28, 2009, 12:47 pmA Perth university student, struggling to scrape together some cash, has discovered she is $13 million richer after checking a ten-month-old Oz lotto ticket.

The 30-year-old woman has told officials her father gave her the ticket as a gift in July last year.

For the past 10 months the outstanding ticket has made headlines as Western Australia's largest unsolved lottery mystery.

The woman says she put the ticket in a draw and completely forgot about it until she began worrying about money.

"I woke up this morning worried about our finances," she said.

"something made me think to check the tickets and I thought that if I win something, then I could help Mum and Dad out."

At first glance the woman thought she had won $13,000 but was later informed the amount was $13,185,273.

The woman wants to remain anonymous.

Anyone feeling generous? =D

Till you open the door, There's so much more

http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/United_States_of_Malaysia

Result of frustration perhaps?

Take off your jacket, Don't walk out that door

What I'm doing when I really should be working on the army of assignments populating the corner of my room.

A little pre-explanation for the next one. For those not living in Aus, TGYH (this program) runs on Channel Ten. ABC is another TV channel.

Another day and you've had your fill of sinking

This is the 3rd time in the whole semester I have ever been to my uni library. I've never borrowed a book. I've never used the computers for research purposes. And I've almost never actually done anything remotely related to my studies here. I'm awesome.

And so here I am a-sitting in my uni library. I have been a-sitting in my uni library for the past 2.5 hours. I have been a-sitting in my uni library for the past 2.5 hours on a Saturday. I have been a-sitting in my uni library for the past 2.5 hours on a Saturday in front of this computer. I have been a-sitting in my uni library for the past 2.5 hours on a Saturday in front of this computer surfing the Intermeshies and googling random stuff and Facebooking and emailing. I have been a-sitting in my uni library for the past 2.5 hours on a Saturday in front of this computer surfing the Intermeshies and googling random stuff and Facebooking and emailing while waiting to go watch Wolverine (which I've already watched over the Internet, but Gambit is so awesome I must see him on a big movie screen). It would seem Wolverine will not happen today because dinner plans are drawing ever-near.

I have been extremely hardworking it seems...

Piece me back together when I fall apart, Tell things you never even tell your closest friends

I often wonder, if life were a journey of self-discovery... will I ever find an answer? Maybe the answer's staring me in the face but I'm not seeing it. Or perhaps deep down inside, I know the answer, but my subconscious chooses not to acknowledge it.

Maybe I need to concentrate a bit harder and try to hear the little voices in my head... although much of what comes out of my head is questionable. Maybe God is trying to tell me things in my dreams, but how far should I be reading into my dreams? How much of what I dream is even relevant?

Where do I belong? Who am I really? What am I meant to do?

Sounds like an acute case of amnesia.

I'm just having a moment.

And all I needed was a call, It never came

After an hour of vacuuming and cleaning of the living room carpet in the midst of my assignments, I finally decided drastic action had to be taken.

A quick scribble after:

A happy vacuum cleaner is the makings of a happy me.

Is this perhaps a bit too obvious?

That part of me left yesterday, The heart of me is strong today

Only in Japan...

And they say Japanese are conservative?

Here's an american one...

Love the old man in the cargos, lol!

Heaven's hope was written in the stars, Before the mark of time

Management Accounting Mid-sem test MCQ5:

Annie is a CPA and an accountant for A Bank. B Constructions Pty. Ltd. is one of the bank's clients and Annie is aware that this company is currently facing financial difficulties. At a wedding party, Annie met a friend who told her that she was going to invest in B Constructions Pty. Ltd. Annie decided not to let her friend know about the company's financial difficulties because she was in a bad mood. Which of the following is correct:

A) Annie had not breached any ethical issue as none of her family members were harmed by her decision. (o.O)

B) insert-random-smart-sounding-answer-that-I-can't-remember

C) insert-random-smart-sounding-answer-that-I-can't-remember

D) Annie had not breached the ethical issue of client confidentiality as she had not disclosed any information to her friend regarding the company's difficulties.

E) Annie should not have friends.

Easiest. Question. Ever.

I actually snickered out loud at this question without realising it (hence the funny look from mr guy-next-to-me who seemed to be having trouble with his paper). Unfortunately, the rest of the paper wasn't quite so entertaining =(.

But this is how the story ends, Or have we just begun

[31/03/09 - 9.15pm - the malay bits have just been edited in 'cause the minute I told gloglo that teman serumah aku tak ada FB aku, dia add aku. o.O]

Random cuts and wounds have been appearing on my fingers and legs lately. Kinda makes me wonder what exactly do I do when I'm unconscious at night. I keep telling myself that it's 'cause the weather's getting real dry and so my skin is more prone to splitting, but seriously, the wounds don't look very natural to me. It's helping me make good use of my massive collection of band-aids though.

Thought processes of Joce in a supermarket. *browse aisles browse aisles* "Oooh, band-aids on sale. Cheap. Buy. You never know when you need band-aids."

Anyhoo, my posts are gonna start becoming irregular again 'cause Uni has been crazy. I haven't even had time to go on my usual stakeout of the basketball court near my house (Finally found one! But I'm yet to figure out how to actually get into the basketball court and whether it's free for public use).

A long-awaited update on kawan serumah aku. Kinda feels like I'm a scientist with a lab rat, needing to update curious people who pester me about the progress of my experiments -.-.

Anyway, dia masih occassionally driving me crazy. As per my conversations with various people last Friday night.

*Phone rings* 她真的真的很脏啊！ 她在家里穿鞋的喔！Ta zhen de zhen de hen zang ah! Ta zai jia li chuan xie de wor! (Dia benar-benar kotor! Dia pakai kasut dalam rumah ler!) *delirious laughter on other side of phone -.-*

35 minutes and a quick trip to the kitchen later *Phone rings again* (hokkien) Yi jin lasap ah! Yi seh liau wa eh pua ka na bo seh aneh, ko wu ming kia tiau kin eh! (Dia sangat kotor! Lepas dia cuci mangkuk, masih ada barang tergantung! <-- LOL at my own bahasa) *delirious laughter on other side of phone -.-'''*

My bladder almost burst a couple of times 'cause dia selalu guna bathroom beberapa jam pun ada. And I'm not exaggerating about beberapa jam. The record so far is 2. And the average is about satu jam sepuluh minit. She also selalu menghempas barang and I'm always anxious bila dia keluar dan balik rumah 'cause I fear that one day pintu depan aku really is gonna fall off its hinges.

But apart from all that, orangnya masih okay la. =D

Venting done. Assignments await!

But I never said I would, I guess I’m gonna miss my chance again

Feast your eyes on the ultimate East-West fusion bento:

Onigiri filled/pre-mixed with furikake (seaweed, sesame seeds, and salt), tamagoyaki, and fried chicken.

Yeah it doesn't look too impressive but there really isn't much I can put into a lunchbox for my tiny appetite. Also, the tamagoyaki was made with only one egg, so the one at the end had a hole in the middle =D (The picture looks a lot bigger than the size of my actual container).

Anyhoo, Uni is a b***h (so is procrastination) and I have a million tutorial questions to complete so I won't get publicly shamed by my awesome tutors, particularly since I've begun developing a habit of being late for class since I've decided to cut down on my truancy of the past. Now I actually do show up for most of my classes ('cause attendance is taken here), but erm... usually 5-10 minutes past the start time *hangs head in shame*.

And they are made out of real things, Like a shoebox of photographs

I walk into my cupboard door on an almost daily basis. It's not even funny anymore. Sometimes I really do wonder where I leave my mind.

Time rewinds to last Friday.

Class was meant to start at 10.10 a.m. So early morning 8 a.m. rolls around, and *ting* like clockwork, Joce rises from bed. And falls back down for "another 10 minutes". When she finally rises for real, it was half past 8. Out she goes to the kitchen to fix herself breakfast + prepare her bento for lunch. So in goes the rice into the cooker, and she happily fried away at her tamagoyaki and veges.

A shower and a quick scurry around the room looking for her books later, the rice was still cooking. "Oh no!" she thought, "I'm not gonna be in time!". Fortunately, after some time, the rice cooked and a quick roll of onigiris later, her lunch was ready. Back to the room she goes, lunch in hand. She puts the lunch down while she finishes packing her bag, and out the door she goes. As she reaches the front door, she realises something is missing. Back she ran into the room and picked up her lunchbox, threw it in her bag... and cracked her elbow hard against the wall. -.-

Eyes watering from pain and fast-walking towards the busstop, she realises the bus was already there picking people up, and she still had a road to cross. So off she ran after the bus, hair flying, bag lagging, face flushed. Needless to say, by the time she got on the bus, people were staring. Since the bus was quite full, she trudged towards the back of the bus and plopped down on the seats in the last row.

Now she usually uses her mp3 player (yeah, her free one that she got for buying printer ink) during transit (on the bus, walking etc) and it was the same that day. What she didn't know at that time was, 5 minutes into the bus trip, her batteries had died. A full 10 minutes later, she thought "hey, I don't remember ever downloading these songs." She finally realised that the music she had been hearing were actually blasting from the earphones of the aussie lad (with unfairly beautiful hair) sitting next to her. -.-

By this time, she was starting to get seriously worried that she was gonna be late for class. And she really didn't want to be because this was a lecture, meaning there were close to 300 (maybe more?) other students probably already sitting in their seats in the auditorium. So she started mentally encouraging the bus: "Fly bus fly. Onwards!" And it worked. She ended being 1 minute away from being late. As she entered the already-full auditorium, she scoured the crowd for an empty seat. Empty seat spotted! And she scurried up the steps towards the seat.... only to trip and almost-fall in front of 300 other students. *wishes the ground would open up and swallow her whole*

The rest of the day flew by and she was really happy, having a semi-reunion catch-up dinner with yew inn, clem + gf, sim (video-calling over msn so he unfortunately couldn't eat all the yummy food we had that night =D).

Then it came time to go home. Now, earlier that day, she had bought a humongous chinese cabbage which was on sale, and she was extremely happy with what she paid for it. Hugging her purchase and bidding her friend goodbye, she entered her home and headed directly for her room, cabbage in hand. "Wait a minute, the fridge is in the kitchen. That a-way!" So she turns around.... and walked into her cupboard door. -.-

Moral of the story: If you buy a cabbage big enough to house a family of mice, put it in the fridge before you go to your room.

Goodbye, I'm not going to waste this time

I'm gonna do this post in Chinese and Malay (please don't laugh at my Malay, SPM was a long time ago =D), just in case a certain someone stumbles upon my blog one of these days. Hehehe. Just so you know, I'm not trying to be mean, I'm just telling it as it is since people have been asking me how 我的新同屋/kawan serumah saya (HAHAHA, sounds so weird) is.

她好臭啊，哈哈。 不是我要说，但是她真的有点气味。。。 就是那种黑人的气味。而且我觉得她有点脏。她好像很少很少洗头发因为我到现在都没有看到她的洗发水，而且她好像没有每天洗澡。

还有，你知道黑人的头发都是那种卷卷的，所以掉在我厕所地板上，看起来好恶心啊 （真的是她头上的头发，你们别想歪）！

可是这些都不是她的错，只是我有点不耐脏。

还有，她每次用我的东西都没有问的。 她根本就是以为我的东西也是她的东西。她如果问我，我一定肯她用啊，可是她连问都没有问．而且每次用了我的锅，都没有随时洗起来。我已经跟她说了好几次，她还是照样没有随时洗。问题是，她没有想到，如果我也要用我的锅子，怎么办呢？

其实还有好多，但是我有点懒惰继续抱怨下去，呵呵。

可是呢，虽然她黑人的气味有点重，还有她有点缺基本的礼貌，但是到目前为止，她人其实还好啦. 我会尽量忍耐她，因为个人有个人的住法和个性。

而且她有说过她会很少在家因为她平常在学校，所以我有时候还是可以自己一个人大喊大叫， 呵呵.

Okay, time for Malay version. Pretty much just gonna directly translate it from the Chinese one 'cause it's 12.20 a.m. (took me 15 minutes to conjure up my Chinese masterpiece above) and the inner obasan is very tired. SO, it's gonna sound really weird.. and broken. Hehe. Here goes:

Dia sikit busuk ler. Bukannya aku mahu mengumpat, tapi dia benar-benar ada sikit bau... itu orang hitam punya bau. Aku juga rasa dia sikit kotor ler. Dia macam sangat jarang cuci rambut kerana dia sudah tinggal di sini seminggu, tapi saya masih belum nampak syampu-nya (dahlah orang hitam ada sikit bau).

Dia juga macam tidak mandi tiap-tiap hari, dan rambutnya yang kerinting tu (dari kepalanya, jangan fikir senget) selalu jatuh di lantai tandas dan nampaknya menjijikkan (walaupun rambut aku juga jatuhlah, tapi kerana rambut orang hitam tu kerinting, jadi nampaknya lebih menjijikkan)! Saya tahu segala ini bukanlah kesalahannya, tapi saya tak tahan orang kotor ler.

Dia juga selalu guna barang aku tanpa meminta izin aku，macamlah barang aku adalah barangnya juga. Kalau dia meminta izin, tentulah aku mengizinkan, tapi dia langsung tidak minta. Dan dia selalu guna kuali aku, dan tidak basuh (cuci? membersih?) dengan segeranya. Aku sudah memberitahunya beberapa kali, tapi dia masih selalu biarkan saja kuali dan mangkuk kotor dalam sinki saja. Dia langsung tidak mempertimbangkan kalau aku juga mahu guna kuali atau tidak.

Sebenarnya, masih ada banyak lagi, tapi aku sudah malas mengumpat lagi lah, hehe.

Tapi, walaupun orangnya sikit kotor dan sikit busuk, dan sikit kekurangan budi bahasa (LOL, this bit sounds way odd), setakat kini, orangnya boleh tahan lah. Aku akan cuba tahan jak lah, kerana tiap-tiap orang ada cara-cara dan personalitinya sendiri.

Dia juga pernah cakap bahawa dia jarang di rumah kerana dia selalu di Uni, jadi kadang-kala, aku masih boleh syok sendiri di rumah! Hehe.

Thus ends my possibly horribly inaccurate translation into extremely broken Malay. And so also ends Joce's once-in-a-blue-moon complaining session. Hehe.

She had no rings on her fingers, She had diamonds in her eyes

So how long does it really take to change a lightbulb? 2 hours.

Following the changing of the 2 bulbs in the living room from orange to white lights, I proceeded to change the one in my room. One twist of the old bulb and the whole thing came off... literally the whole thing: wires, bulb holder and all. Deng deng deng. I had broken the dinosaur-years-old wire in two.

And so, bulb in hand, I ran next door to get my neighbour's help. Along came he (and his wife aka my ex-piano teacher), tools and all, to try and fix the thing back on with that little bit of wire left, and LO, we discovered that one of the screws in the bulb-holder was missing. He claimed he had seen it when he handed it down to his wife earlier.

Thus began the long excruciating search for that one little screw that would make all the difference. We searched everywhere all around the room, but there was no sign of this elusive screw. It couldn't have been outside since she didn't leave the room after she got hold of the holder. So where could it be? In the bin?

So off we marched with the bin and emptied its contents all over the floor in front of my house. Slowly we picked my rubbish one by one and put them back in the bin (eww... I even had a torn (but clean) undie in there *blush*), all the while searching for that one little phantom screw. Needless to say, we didn't find it in there. Back we marched, into the room, where neighbour-husband-man was still scouring the floors.

One hour. It took us one hour, and we couldn't find it. What can I say? We're persistent. And then neighbour-piano-teacher-lady said "Let's just go to the shops and see if they have one that fits." I grabbed my bag, walked out of the room and LO, the screw was right there under my foot,... in the living room. -.- How did it get there? I don't know.

But you'll find that in your heart, I will be there

Can you spot the Bong?

This post is dedicated to Ah Bong aka SuperGentleman, whose birthday, incidentally, falls today! Like... right now! Like... yeah!

Anyway, why this place of honour? Because he once complained that I dedicated a post to clemcat many years ago, and never one for him. And also because, he always calls me all the way from Kuching, but poor-joce-living-in-poverty never calls him, so yeah, *guilty face*. So here's to the old, miserable biped who lives at... who lives somewhere within 5km of Sunny Hill Ice Cream.

To avoid (lying) about what a wonderful person he is, I'll just cut straight to the point and say "O Tanjoubi Omedetou Gozaimasu, AhBong-san!"

You know I love you despite all your shortcomings and defects right? Hehe, thanks for always being there! *bigbirthdaybearhug*

Hmmm, while I'm at it... To all the girls out there, Ah Bong is a very eligible bachelor. Despite my constant insults directed towards him, he's actually a really great guy. Proven from the fact that he's one of my bestest friends, of course he's great! *innocent grin* Grab him while he's hot (questionable, really)! Only available while stocks last. Batteries and accessories not included.

Everything's distant, And I don't know what to believe.

Last night @1.30a.m.,

Cathy (new housemate): Gosh, I'm just gonna put on the sheets and go to bed 'cause I have to get up early and go to work (she works part-time at Nando's).

In super-morning-person Joce's world, "early" = 7 - 8 a.m. And so, "late" next morning at 9.30 a.m., Joce woke up and started singing random songs, and doing morning preps, i.e. brush teeth, eat breakfast, muck around the internet doing mandatory pirating etc etc.

10.30 a.m. rolls around, and bored Joce thought "Ah, what a nice day for a jog. But the sun is out and I'm already over-tanned, so since she's already gone off to work, I may as well jog around the living room".

Just so you know, Joce did take precautionary actions and checked to see if her shoes were gone, and they were (but she must've taken them into her room, or so I assume considering the events following my morning jog around the living room). 15 minutes later, Joce heard a door opening, and gasping, Joce ran back into her room. Mind you, our floors are wooden. And mind you, my room is directly next to hers in a corner... meaning, her door faces mine diagonally. O.O A visit to the bathroom ensued, followed by a knock on Joce's door.

"Oh no, she must've heard she must've heard. She's gonna ask me what the calamity this morning was about!"

*panic*

*opens door with sheepish grin on face*

Cathy: Do you have an iron I could borrow? I'm gonna be late for work! (This was around 11 a.m. btw)

*overly-happy grin on face* Joce: Oh yes sure! It's right here! Hah hah hah!

15 minutes and a warm goodbye later, Joce plops down on her bed, mentally slapping herself in the face, thinking "One morning was all it took for my new housemate to find out just how strange (I like to think of it as... special... in a non-handicap/non-retarded way) I really am".

*sigh* I sure hope I don't sing as loud as I think I do, and that she didn't hear my feet plopping across the living room (I CAN be light-footed right right right?). Heehee.

Every little hope you're holding inside, Every little gleam you keep in your eyes

It's official make-joce's-ears-burn-and-throat-dry day. I've been on the phone a good part of today, and fell much behind on the mangas I should've finished by now. 1 hour and 40 minutes with Sim (UK), 55 minutes with Chris (Malaysia), and 47 minutes with Natasha (Adelaide)... wow I feel popular, heh heh heh... not! Ouch my little left ear. Why do you all choose to call me on the very same day?

That being said, I was very happy gabbling to the 2 overseas callers simply because I love you guys! =)

Also, following the conversation with Sim, I've started obsessing over bento's and formulating different ways I could make them now that Uni is starting again. Bad Sim, bad bad Sim.

Don't you think Japanese have too much time on their hands though?

Mmmmm... lunch anyone?

I played pretend between the trees, And fed my houseguests bark and leaves

After a long search, I finally found a new housemate. She's moving in this Sunday, so no more double rent for me! Nyeh eh eh eh eh eh. She's African (I assume?) and in her 3rd year of study here, and she seems really lovely from the 2 times that I've met and spoken to her. And I do hope she's really lovely 'cause she's gonna be living in such close proximity to me.

Anyway, I'm pooped. Because orientation is tiring. And skipping orientation is tedious. And randomly walking around the city and keeping up my consistent hypersonic chattering instead of attending orientation is particularly exhausting.

Let's just hope my previous bouts of truancy don't carry over to this year yes?

Every day feels like a Monday, There is no escaping from the heartache

When I first heard the song, I was thinking "tofu? Is his pronunciation really that bad ('cause he tends to slur in most of his songs)?". Now that I've seen the actual MV with the chinese subs, apparently he IS singing tofu (and kung fu).

Anyhoo, just a thought, but if kung fu could really be incorporated into basketball, wouldn't Chinese be taking over the NBA world by now?

而你断断续续唱着歌, 假装没事了

My heart goes out to the victims of the massively devastating Victorian bushfire incident and all those affected by it. Still more bodies to be found and who knows how long it'll take to account for all the people who may or may not have died in those fires.

"We're collecting donations for the Victorian bushfire appeal after mass, so if you have the heart to, please donate." As she heard these words, she thought about all the footage of heart-wrenching events occurring over the past weeks... the kids whose parents perished in the fires, lost friends and relatives, heroic intentions turned nightmares. She opened her purse and found she only had $xx of cash left. As she left the church, she took out $xx and hesitated for a second because that amount was supposed to cover her groceries over 2 weeks. And then she dropped it in the donation bin. What seemed like a lot of money to her... is only that little bit to the victims who have to start rebuilding their lives in the midst of mourning loved ones.

I urge you guys to please donate whatever you can and if possible, volunteer. Donations can be made here.

If you think your life is tough, there are people out there who have it worse.

You're waving goodbye, But at least you're having fun

Mr Martian says hi!

Let's play a game! It's called: Can you spot cooked Mr Martian?

Singing my thoughts back to me, And watching heartache on TV

And so the quiet birthday I wanted has passed. And quiet actually meant two dinners, a lunch, and a trip to the casino (being the good girl that I am, I didn't gamble =D... oh but I helped YI lose 2 dollars on the slot machines, whooooops, heehee) with various different people. And as of yesterday, I have embarked on a new journey of self-entertainment.

Tada! These:

Are eventually gonna look like this:

I'm gonna slowly make my way there 'cause it's been a while since me and my mum did those 5000 and 10000 piece puzzles and I've gone rusty. Also, please excuse the very sad shoe rack box that my castle is being built on 'cause I don't really have much in my very sad little house. But my castle's on the way. Muah ah ah ah.

Anyhoo, it's time to go back to napping.

The perfect excuse to sleep in all day long: It's that time of the month and my tummy hurts *sobz*. And I'm not lying either. Good night all!

There goes the baker with his tray, Like always

Everyone seems to be early with their birthday greetings. Hmmm.

Anyway, I plan to have a quiet birthday this year. Being ambushed annually is not fun. And being reminded that I'm a year older is not fun either. Yes, I have reached that point in life where I just don't wanna grow up anymore. 'Cause growing up means gettin ever closer to adulthood... closer to responsibilities... closer to earning my own keep... closer to worrying x 1000-fold. Nooooooooo...

And that is why I'm not gonna let anyone here know it's my birthday, muah ah ah ah. And they don't read blogs so I'm safe. The only person who's here at the moment who knows is Yew Inn, and he's probably busy occupied with his gf and planning Valentines' Day, SO I'm pretty safe. *sneaky laughter* Nyeh eh eh.

Anyhoo, it's gonna be 40 degrees tomorrow. A good enough reason not to want to go out no?

Set a sight together, Make a path with only what we need to know

I've forgotten how time-consuming Heroes V campaigns are. In an attempt to occupy my time while awaiting the heatwave to pass (Sunday, according to forecasts), I started on the Heroes V: Tribes of the East campaign on Tuesday. As of now, about 14 hours of gameplay later, I'm only 6 missions down and about a million more to go. It's not exactly the best choice of games, but it's all I've got since I finally made myself sit down and finish Neverwinter Nights (are you proud of me, bro? =D). The graphics are pretty cool for a Heroes game though. And the angels and seraphs die cool.

Ok, don't think you can see it clearly here 'cause my camera's not very good, it was way early in the morning and I had just woken up, the room was dark, and uploading it onto blogger makes the quality deteriorate (all the reasons you can think of apart from that I'm bad at taking videos. Heeh)

I find my place, In the middle of tomorrow and yesterday

I had a dream last night. I found a basketball court really near my house. One that was within a walkable distance. A free one. And I went there. And all my old basketball buddies were there. Chris, Ian, Ah Hao, and everyone else. And we played basketball. And I was happy. And then I woke up. And I bawled very loudly on the inside. I miss basketball... can you tell?

The other part of my dream featured me running away from someone (deja vu) and it included a number of elevators and bathrooms in a school that looked like a hotel. Go figure.

Gonna smile and not get worried, I try but it shows

While UK is suffering from this, here in Aus (SA and VIC), we're suffering from this. Which would I prefer? Definitely the snow. To think that back when it was Spring, I used to think that 25 C days were hot. How I survived in Toowoomba in Summer without even a fan for 3 whole weeks I will never know. The worst thing about the heatwave was the power outage in the middle of the day last Wednesday. Super-High-Metabolism/Hungry-all-the-time and Super-Digestive-System (you know who you are =P) can testify. Everyone, turn off your air conds so I can turn mine on! =D

I'm dreaming... of a white... Christmas. (Christmas is never over in my heart =)

All in all it's the perfect scene , And there's not anywhere that I would rather be

Still makes me wanna cry from fear just looking at the picture of the dead hairy thing. Now I'm paranoid that a giant fuzzy arachnid (omg I just made it sound cute) is gonna pounce on me any minute. *whimpers* I don't wanna stay alone anymore! =(

I need to find a housemate quick..................... or Mister Eng is gonna have to get his PR QUICK so he can come here and kill big spiders for me. That's what brothers are for yes?

And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano, When you make breakfast after 10

Heart racing. Adrenaline pumping. Mind blurring. Most of all... immense fear bubbling! There was a spider this <------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------> big in my house. Literally. It had furry legs. It had FURRY LEGS. It was scurrying across my wall. And there I stood in panic. Before I did this:

with this:

Goosebumps galore. I could feel it's furry legs under the paper towel when I picked it up to throw it away. *cries* Lil and Charm, I need you guys to come back!

Hate spiders hate spiders hate spiders hate spiders hate spiders.....

Street lights glisten on the boulevard, And cold nights make staying alert so hard

My throat hurts from singing and sleeping all day long to occupy myself so as not to think about how empty my house is. "Hi Iggy, what are you looking for, pa pa pa pap pap, pap pa pap" Possibly also from tearing at SYTYCD auditions. It gets touching sometimes okay.

And I can't help but wonder why, The sweet hello the sad goodbye

My darlings just left. *sigh* The house is back to being empty. *uncontrollable sobs of despair* Heehee.

I'm gonna put off cleaning up as long as I can and maybe that way, I can still cheat myself into thinking that they're coming back soon. By cleaning up, I do mean to make everything crazy clean again, not because they were dirty (they're normal), but because I have developed a cleaning OCD after doing housekeeping for 7 months before. I literally go around my house running my finger over surfaces for signs of dust.

Now that they're gone, who's gonna listen to me singing random tunes every day? Whose forehead can I rub my hippo's hand across? Who am I gonna wake up in the morning? Who am I gonna have laughing fits with? Who am I gonna tease and laugh at (although I reckon they tease and laugh at me more than I do them, *evil eye*)? Who's gonna get called crazy and strange (*cough* Lil *cough*) with me (I'm not crazy, just awesome.)? Who's gonna palaver random topics with me at night? *gasp* WHO am I gonna poke when I get bored???

And in the daytime, He just sits and watches television shows

They're leaving tomorrow. My darlings are leaving tomorrow. *sobz* I don't want them to leave! I had sisters for 10 days. That's not enough! No more camping out in the living room. No more laughing fits at about 10 p.m. every night. No more HIMYM together. No more complaints about the horrible heatwave together. No more eyetoy! *gasp* Here's to our awesomeness... our last batch of deformed peanut butter cookies:

Also, I FINISHED TWISTED METAL: BLACK! In precisely 4 hours stretched over 2 days. Hardcore, yeah. Took me a couple of attempts to kill Minion and Warhawk 'cause they cheat and they have shields and super weapons. Cheaters. But I defeated them... defeated them all! Muah ah ah ah... 'Cause I'm awesome. And Outlaw is awesome.

Where I poured my heart out a million times , For a million reasons

Big news big news! Wuffles has been located! Apparently, I left it at lilcharmjas's basement a year ago when I was in Melbourne. -.- Caused a bit of confusion on their part wondering where my little doggy came from, and he ended up sleeping with jas's other soft toys ever since. And now, a year of grief and devastation later... the mystery has been solved. Case closed.

My baby's returning to me! Erm... whenever I do go to Melbourne again, that is. For some reason, along with the disappearance of my baby a year ago, all the pics I took of him disappeared as well. *horror* The only one I could dig out was this... from intima conference '06:

MY WUFFLES HAS BEEN FOUND! Hugs anyone? =D

完美的爱情 是无声的旋律

Muahahaha, getting in touch with my chinese roots, heehee. Actually that was copy-pasted from some lyrics website. 'Cause my 7 years in Chinese kindergarten and primary school are a thing of the past. Meaning, I can't write Chinese for sh*t now... at least not those difficult complicated words anyway. I can communicate perfectly fine. Just nothing on pen and paper yar? At least I can still read some random bits and pieces of Chinese yes yes yes? (Trying to comfort myself) Hehe.

ANYWAY, Lil and Charm arrived early yesterday morning. I woke up at 5 a.m. to fetch them from the airport. By fetch, I do mean that I caught 2 buses to the airport, met up with them, and all 3 of us caught another 2 buses back to my place. Unfortunately, I don't have the luxury of having a car to drive around in. They are, at the current moment, still snoozing like little pigs after a long day of PS2 and How I met Your Mother yesterday. Hehe. Feels good to have guests over to bum with me =D

Still yet to decide what we're gonna do today. Perhaps more PS2 and videos? Most likely off to gallivant around the city if the weather permits.

Or maybe, oh maybe, they'll discover the wonderful world of Gundam (although I highly doubt it) too and together, we will travel to Japan and pilot robots for a living. Kickass. Yeah.

Butterflies and broken roller skates, The colours bleed like finger paint

It occurred to me that in all my 21 (coming to 22) years, this is the first time that I'm living completely alone. I've always had housemates, be it family when I was back in Kuching, or random people put together when I was on Hamilton Island and in Toowoomba (or rather, Whoop-whoop, as peterabbit likes to call it).

This time, I am truly alone. For the time being until I find a housemate anyway. Living alone is a bit freaky. Particularly with a "bien tai" pervert of a postman who asks all sorts of random questions and tries to buy time at my door every time he delivers parcels that I have to sign for. Brrrrrr. There have been reported break-ins in the neighbouring suburbs over the past week, too. And when you're alone in your house and hear weird noises at night, what do you do? Roll yourself into a caterpillar and hope that whatever or whoever is causing the din can't see you.

It used to puzzle me that movies along the lines of Fantaghiro and The Brothers Grimm greatly disturb me. After all, talking rocks and knights in shining armour are pretty close to what goes on in my head. Pondering upon it, I have come to the following conclusion: Witches with long fingernails scare me. Of course, it might also have something to do with dark eerie forests. But long fingernails are definitely petrifying. Definitely.

And there's no sense in playing games, When you've done all you can do

Whoever coined the phrase "Strike while the iron is hot" should be shot. 'Cause I managed to burn my finger by striking when the iron was hot. *sobz* My poor little pinky.

A friend showed me a video of when Wu Chun, George, Eric, and Chen Yi Ru were in Singapore promoting Gong Zhu Xiao Mei about a year ago, and Wu Chun went out of tune for a bit when he was singing the OST, HAHAHAHA (so mean, hehe). Just goes to show that stars are not all as perfect as media tries to portray them to be. To the girls and guys who follow idols around like idiots: Wake up! They're humans. Humans lucky enough to be born with good genes, i.e. good looks/acting or singing talent/gift of the gab etc., but humans nonetheless. Humans like you and me. Pfft.

Speaking of which, I do think George is cute though, hehe. But that's about it. Stumbled upon his blog only because of DramaWiki and my habit of wiki-ing every actor and actress from movies/dramas that I watch. Heh. What's disturbing is that he kinda resembles one of my ex-es whom I used to think was really annoying.

Anyhoo, Lil and Charm are coming over from Melbourne for 10 days starting Thursday so yay for me! I really do have many angels watching over me. After mum left back to Kuching, it got kinda lonely. But my ex-piano teacher, who's a really close friend of my mum and I, lives directly next door to me now (she helped me find this place after all), so her family takes me out from time to time.

The downside of living next to her, though, is that her two boys (turning 6 and 9 this year) run over every chance they get. I do love kids, but these 2 get really annoying sometimes. It got to a point where I pause all music (which is on 24/7 otherwise) and listen petrified every time I hear the pitter-patter of little feet, and anticipate the much dreaded ring of my embarrassingly childish doorbell and the resonating sound of their voices in unison calling "Jocelyn che cheeeeeee (jie jie)". I cower in fear.

Thankfully enough, their mum stops them from coming over unless she really needs me to babysit while she pops off to buy groceries or run errands for a bit. Phew.

It is curious and careless and it's flowing through my veins

So I’ve dropped off the face of the Earth for quite a bit. I assume people have stopped coming to my blog anyway considering the consistency of my blog posts as of late. Finally decided it was about time I dropped by with an update since people have been wondering where I’ve gone and whether I am still alive… well I am, I think, I hope.

My mum was here from mid-Nov 2008 for about 5 weeks so I was busy cherishing the time I had with her. Really. This isn’t just another excuse for my absence and tendency to procrastinate. Really. =D Now that she’s left, it feels a little lonely in the house ‘cause I haven’t yet been able to find a housemate (‘cause Ms Tiong bailed on me, hrmf, stupid buses to Rostrevor, *grumble grumble*).

I’ve been looking around for a part-time job, but have been unsuccessful so far. Probably due to the global financial armageddon at the moment. Having nothing to do gets annoying and lying around gets tiring after a while. But a year in Toowoomba has taught me that, if anything, I could always dance around the house singing 90’s pop songs at the top of my lungs. There’re also my faithful cuddlies who, strangely enough, never talk back when I talk to them. And of course, there’s also Internet.

For those who don’t already know, I’ve moved back to Adelaide since a month and a half ago. All you have to know is that it was for financial and partly personal reasons. It is also very hot today. The kind of “hot” that makes me nauseated and lethargic. The kind of “hot” that makes me see happy places.