To get the full effect, this should be read aloud. You will understand what 'tenjewberrymuds' means by the end of the conversation.
The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service, at a hotel in Asia, which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review:


Room Service (RS): "Morrin. ? Roon sirbees."

Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service."

RS: "Rye..Roon sirbees..morrin! Jewish to oddor sunteen??"

G: "Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs."

RS: "Ow July den?"

G: "What??"

RS: "Ow July den?...pryed, boyud, poochd?"

G : "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? ?>Sorry, scrambled please."

RS: "Ow July dee baykem? Crease?"

G: "Crisp will be fine."

RS : "Hokay. An Sahn toes?"

G: "What?"

RS:"An toes. July Sahn toes?"

G: "I don't think so."

RS: "No? Judo wan sahn toes??"

G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo wan sahn toes' means."

RS: "Toes! toes!...Why jew don juan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?"

G: "English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying 'Toast.' Fine. Yes, an
English muffin will be fine."

RS: "We bodder?"

G: "No...just put the bodder on the side."

RS: "Wad! ?"

G: "I mean butter...just put it on the side."

RS: "Copy?"

G: "Excuse me?"

RS: "Copy...tea...meel?"

G: "Yes. Coffee, please, and that's all."

RS: "One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin we bodder on sigh and opy....rye??"

G: "Whatever you say."

RS: "Tenjewberrymuds."

G : "You're very welcome."

Buying Straits Times every day.

My eyes glued to the TV at work.

Browsing through Team Singapore website.

Posting comments on the forum.

THE LIFE OF A SEA GAMES WIDOW.

在日本烟火的季节是夏天。
记得那年我们到隅田川看花火，那位男生是叫伊桥吗？我已经不记得他的名字了。记得他帮我们占了个好位子。花火将会在我们的头顶上绽放。
穿着ゆかた，身体湿湿黏黏的，手上的扇子不停来回摆动。记得佩鱼（哈哈）坐在我右边直喊：“でっかい！でっかい！”我用数码相机式着碌下他的表情，却只看得到一片漆黑。幸好还听得到那激动的“でっかい”。那是花火的配乐。

我从来没有看过那么美丽的花火。
形容只会是一种遗憾。


在英国烟火的季节是末秋。
冷冷的空气里看烟火是为了纪念一个曾经试图纵火燃烧国会议院（House of Parliament是这样翻吗？）的犯人。
我们站在Kenilworth城堡对面的小山坡上。草地湿湿的，大家只好站着等待烟火笼罩城堡。
烟火非常的漂亮。大大小小，五彩缤纷。有像虫子一样一爆开就在乌黑的夜空里乱爬乱走的，也有像confetti一样，看起来像是长短丝带满天飞的。我喜欢的是金黄色的亮分淡去后遗留下来的，银色的，星星雨。
看着烟火，怎么都会感动。只是大家都沉默，而烟火的配乐是主办单位准备的，许多电影原声带的主题曲。有Star Wars，有 Titanic，有点黑色幽默。

两天前发现冬天来了。
也不是有什么特别的征兆，只是吞进肚子的那口空气变了。变冷了。
今天早上走着一如往常的崎岖道路，发现一路沿着的绿草竟然有部分变白了！他们被服上了一层霜。白里透绿，翠玉般的美。太神奇了！在我记忆里搜不出同样的画面，所以我看了好一下子。

不知道被封在冰霜里的草是不是温暖的。

Yellow!

Just for the record, I had so little sleep last night! Last I glanced at the clock on my Miffy (name of VAIO), it was 4am. Nevermind, I thought to myself, no class tomorrow… sleep late lor… Then, most definitely the next day – the beginning of the day being sunrise and not simply after 12mn – I heard my phone (can’t do the tune here but you know my signature Wo De Di Pan… hehehe) and picked it up thinking: God, must be 11 or 12 already… I need to go to the supermarket. Die lah, my tongue hurts… very heaty, very sleepy.
It was XY.

“Hello? Hello? Ooi! You sleeping ah?” uhmmm… then? The reception today not bad, I noticed.
“…what time issit now…?”
“Er… er… (she said a random wrong timing)”

Well, what time was it? You know what time? It was only 8.27am!!! Not even 8.30am!!!

Ok, so I had an early start… not bad lah… at least I didn’t waste the whole morning sleeping. When was it we ended our witty bantering? Anyway, after that I proceeded to do my things in slow-mo. Went to the laundrette (took up so much time), cooked porridge for brunch, packed my room, or you can say I just flipped things around, haha! It’s still in a mess. And now I have 15min left before I have to meet this China gal who stays near me to go to Tesco the Supermarket. Time is 1.15pm. Time flies… so cliché.

(To Tesco and back… why did I spend so much?)

Was in London last weekend. Took a train down early Saturday morning, spent a night holing up at a friend’s friend’s hall (slept surprisingly well, maybe cos holing is my forte) and it was train ride back to uni late Sunday evening.
On hindsight, I think I didn’t maximise the train ride. Train rides are supposed to be nice!!! You amble up the steps, go down the aisle, get comfortable in your window seat, the doors close, the engine and wheels roll, slowly… slowly… Then faster, faster than a brisk walk, faster than a jog, a run, your bicycle, car and finally it takes off! You give up trying to measure how quickly it’s going. So you turn your attention to the cabin and you smell the train and hear the train and you focus on the atmosphere for a while. Unknowingly, you delve into your thoughts and they run like a long, thin thread above you, going in convoluted circles before they wind around you, you feel them, they need to be seen. You take a pen and put it to paper. You think and you write, you think and you write. You will get tired, lean on the glass and look outside again, the scenery, a mash of green, seem to fly by your ear. You look far, the sky, the horizon, the earth. And all this is inspiration! What did I do instead? I tried to study. And then I slept. Boooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I boo myself...

London was such a touch & go event for me! I didn’t even have time to feel the city! Argh, I know!!! I’m glad there’s still a next time.

I watched Les Miserables! And as I was sitting there in Queen’s theatre, I thought of… … HW! Harharhar!!! I just thought, gosh, you were sitting here a few months ago! The exact same place in the exact same city, watching the exact same show! And I thought, wouldn’t it have been fun if we were at the same place at the same time… well, guess my company in London was pretty good too!

Another place I should talk about is probably Tower Bridge – the colossal monument is a Victorian architecture striding across River Thames. It was beautiful. By the river where I stood looking at it, there was quietness. And that was beautiful too. Perhaps it was just late. whatever. I enjoyed standing still beholding the sight much better than speeding across the bridge. And we were speeding… sometimes I wonder how come I walk bloody slow? Or to be more perceptive, how come I do everything slow?
My walk across Tower Bridge largely reminded me of the walk I had with Donny and XY across the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Plainer a bridge but better an occasion, I thought.

(Went to watch a music theatre thing called Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others. Fell asleep from time to time… I’m sleepy!!! It wasn’t that good anyway… it was… strange…)

Pictures!

Went to Leamington Spa (nope, it's not a spa spa) there's shopping and it's not too far from my Uni, about a half hour bus ride. This is an onz form pic!


Had tea at Kenilworth! This is the Cornish Cream Tea... the scones were cho~ oishii!!! If any of you come to visit, WE WILL GO THERE!

London:


This is the Tower Bridge I was talking about. Looking pretty, as always I suppose.


A kawaii squirrel that we saw... Singapore also got squirrels, yes, but well...


That's Alex, Me, Jasmine & Richard, the three were my company in London. We had fun! You see us sitting at the foot of a relatively large Queen Victoria monument, you can't see her from the pic but she is above. Just a random info, it did take some effort for me to get up that precipice! It's taller than you think! Brave Su...



Ming! See! They have one in London!


This is where I holed up for the night! Had to share the bed with Jasmine and Thank God, she's skinny! You see me as a red lump in this pic... resting my eyes, of course.


THE END.

Going to bed now. Oyasumi!

I feel so uninspired… yet I’m blogging!
What to say… what to say…?

There were so many little pockets of experiences I noted to blog about but now I can’t seem to think of any.

How?

Ok, maybe I talk about the Chorus thing I went to today. It’s this informal Chorus (choir) thingy that’s part of a society by the Music Centre. There were quite a lot of old people involved; I guess anybody can join even if they are not student or staff at Warwick. I had a fun time! The conductor is this super funny guy and I kept wanting to burst out laughing every time he did his weird facial expressions or hand gestures while we were singing. JY will be able to do a good impersonation I’m sure!
Seems like the Chorus will be having a performance sometime in November, maybe I can participate in that. Seems fun! Singing is always fun. I had my first singing lesson last week with this guy (my teacher) called Richard Whitehouse and he’s very Qiang2, very classical and loud when he sings… super loud. Like Lao Shi! Haha… in that first lesson, he said no matter what you’re singing, pop or jazz or musical, whatever, you basically use the same technique. Which I beg to differ but anyways, there’s definitely stuff to learn from him. The way they teach here is quite abstract. There’s less of a technical or practical approach but more of a mental, sensational kind of understanding. I have to get used to that. Anyway, that teacher of mine, he apparently bruised(?)/twisted(?) part of his neck(?)/shoulder(?) during karate and so my lesson this week has been postponed. That was quite comical, I thought. Him and karate. Him and bruised/twisted neck/shoulder.

I’m totally thrilled that I don’t have to do any work on a Thursday night so I’m free to write rubbish and if you’re looking to see if hmmmm… Su’s writing got improve or not… I’m so not applying anything I’ve learnt here! Although HW and XY and Wei did say I sounded different in my previous few entries. I think it’s more a matter of where I am and how I feel than what I’ve learnt. Now I feel like I have to blog but I dunno what to blog.

Oh, a little about the food here then… hiyaaaahh… there’s no cheap and good (healthy) food unless it’s cooked by yours truly (harhar). So that’s quite a pain because eating out usually means sandwiches or (save me!) fish and chips. Sianz… always deep fried! I want healthy Qing Dan, soupy food. I want Yong Tau Fu or Yu Pian Mi Fen! But cannot so too bad.
Went to Coventry last Saturday and had Duck Noodles (dry) at this Chinese restaurant. It costs £5.50 but two gals can share a bowl if their appetite is not that big. It was quite yummy but loaded with oil, nonetheless. Next time I go I’ll have the soup one and oh, the luxury of being served!!! Eat, pay, get up and leave. ‘Thank you very much! See you again!’ The pleasure is mine, really.

Just thought of something, a friend here said that I am VERY VAIN. Gosh… I am so un-vain and he said that I am vain… half in jest, but he meant it definitely. I am not offended, no. I just think it… weird. Over here, I have (suddenly) become vain (when I dun even MA-KE!!!). I don’t think I had anyone really said that to me before. I mean, I am not un-vain or blasé about appearances but vain??? Then again, it may be a matter of relativity so… ok lor, vain lor. The Onz Form Project is still on anyway and being part of the OFP, we can’t be afraid to be called vain, can we? Said friend also has my blog address so I can’t say anything bad about him other than that he is déjà vu number two because his disposition reminds me of the very delectable Hiroshi (he is not going to be reading this so I can say he is delectable! ‘Very’ somemore… he’ll be so happy if he knows…), which is not that bad a thing to say, is it? (That sentence is too long and needs a second reading to digest.)
I hope you guys are not gonna pop! and go, 'Su, you are vain what!' 'Su, VAIN!' Pop, pop, pop. Ignore me while I drown in this sea of mushrooms... but we go down together ah...

I’m being random again cos I can’t think of anything better to say… The skin on my arm is getting very dry and on the back of my hand it’s looking diseased again. What a bore! It’s either because of the washing liquid I used tonight at a friend’s place which stung my hands a bit and made them feel itchy for a while or because of the new moisturiser from Marks & Spencer which I like but am so likely to be allergic to.

I’m gonna end off abruptly here cos I’m getting kinda sleepy. Shall post some pics another time then.

Jay ne! (can’t stand myself!)

I’ve not had the time to listen to some songs properly - properly like how I am reading the stories given to me as homework; every sentence, over and over several times, analysing every detail - the way I like to do it. The enjoyment that comes out of mentally de-boning a song or even better, reconstructing the singing, making it mine in that sense, that is satisfaction.
I had been distracted. It took me several days of re-running NQMM’s new album, Set 02, before I finally got a chance to be touched by the songs, today. Thank God because for a while I thought that I had lost it! Or that they had lost it after the change in members. Well, they lost a bit of it, I guess, but not all of it.

Backtracking to last Saturday, an open café right at the lobby of a theatre – not all that classy, I saw some musicians playing jazz. A grand piano, a guitar, someone was on double bass and another on drums. I wanted to call them a jazz band but then again, not really. Those were the few staple players (I suppose) but were joined by another one or two others who could be out-rightly amateurish bathroom singers/players or perhaps professional in skill but not in title. It was a platform for these non-pros to have a go and demonstrate their secretly (or not) honed skills. There wasn’t even a stage! Just a space, a semi-circle formed in front of the glass panes that were the walls of the café so that we could look right into the streets on the outside and that formed the backdrop for their ‘stage’. Little round tables dotted the carpet on the inside where the patrons of the café would sit. It was full house on that day, last Saturday, and the crowd – mostly of our parent’s age but there were exceptions, they gave the musicians their full attention. They were not making small talk, or writing or reading. They were plain listening. And I liked that.

I stood there for about 5 minutes before two old, old men, black, together with a younger man that looks Jamaican (although I’m not all that sure what Jamaican looks like but he really gave me that Jamaican feeling… harhar!) had their turn to perform.
They were obviously good and contrasted greatly with the saxophone player who played before them. The sax player was performing for his first time and I caught him grinning as he scooted off to one side of the café, a corner still against the glass windows, rejoining the other musicians who were waiting, nervously I suppose, because it would be their turn soon.
I don’t know too much about jazz other than to enjoy it but I could tell from the sound of one old black man’s saxophone and the other’s voice that they were old souls. Not just simply old, but old souls! I cannot describe it but perhaps you might have heard this sort of sound before. From the sound, you can tell that at some point in their lives, they were in turmoil, they had suffered. Whether or not they are suffering now or if the wounds have healed, that’s not important because they had grasped the meaning of it and they knows what it is and they use it cleverly in their songs. The songs maybe sad but listening was a joy!
I do not think they felt particularly touched or emotional while they were performing. I think they are more professional than that. I was probably more emotional as an audience. At one point the singer was gesturing animatedly at the band to go one key higher and looked really agitated when they didn’t. The voice that came out right after was still smooth as silk and sad as anyone can imagine. He was singing wearing a pink and grey chequered pullover and a white shirt within it. That the pullover was pink made me amused because the colour just simply didn’t fit with the kind of voice and music he was doing. It was probably nothing, maybe he just liked pink! But at that point I thought it just showed me his commitment and resilience. I am ridiculous, I know but I felt this is one dependable singer who would go on be it a pink shirt he had on, no shirt perhaps or if the lightning threatened to strike him dead.
I’m just really Tou2 Ru4 (I love this word) in my appreciation.

On the topic of me being ridiculous, last night while walking home, I saw a flock of birds (to put it generally but they maybe Herons because I stay at Heronbank which is named after those birds) fly south (but it could be any other direction) and I was touched! I don’t even remember why! The birds were in the shape of an arrow and some were lurking behind, probably some sort of defence formation for them, and they were flying rather low so I could really see them and they were grey and had long necks. And I just thought of SHE’s song, you know, that song… … and I was bloody touched!
Looking as unglamorous as ever, hugging a free duvet I got earlier in the evening, side by side, my friend and I stood for a while, our vision in their wake.

I promised to talk about my class. It is not the most interesting thing to talk about at this point but if you must know, basically we have only 6 people in our course. They all seem very smart and articulate to me and they all have had more professional experiences or have had done similar courses before. Since there are only 6 of us, I can briefly tell you about each of them.
1) John is a father of three. He looks like a stern man but I guess he is not really. He worked at a business magazine as a journalist a few years ago and seems to know a lot about journalism. He is quite a practised writer and had submitted some of his works for competitions and awards etc.
2) Angie is, as she described herself, a middle-class, middle-aged, British housewife. She also has kids. She also, right before joining us, took up a writing seminar in Cambridge but was focusing more on poetry than fiction.
3) Kirsten together with Jane has eccentric dressing. Kirsten has red hair and she likes to wear cutie stuff. It is somewhat Goth in a sense but not in the black lipstick and nails sense, more like a toned down cosplay (think pastel pinks and reds). I think Kirsten is really, really good at writing. She’s the jewel among us. Can tell. She also took a writing course at Oxford before this.
4) Jane always has eyeshadow on and more often than not, it stands out as a huge contrast on her face. She just completed her undergraduate degree in Lit at Warwick so she’s very familiar with the department and all.
5) Sarah looks a few years older than me although I can’t be sure. She seems to have very nice skin and she seems more… … ‘normal’ as in someone whom I feel is closer to me in this stage of my life. Maybe I shouldn’t use the word ‘normal’.
6) Then there is me.
Because they are all locals, they get along a lot better with each other, small talk and all. But they are well, polite to me at worst, nice to me at best so I don’t feel all that left out.
The lecturers are pretty interesting and the lessons too. I will have a lot of writing to do… I don’t even know why I’m blogging when I should jolly well be writing my homework!

I think I’ve spent more time than I’ve allocated here so I’ll write more next time! Friday tomorrow!
Ming and JY, good luck for auditions!

Halfway through dinner 2 hours ago.

The ulu driving range where I'm attempting to learn some golf.

Heya! One half of the Blogger is back for now…

Whew… it has been 13 days since I landed on this foreign yet familiar piece of land that I have only read about yet never set foot upon. This university, whose website I have been frequenting so often over the past half year or maybe more. I’m thinking of the things I have read about, the preparation, the anticipation and the fear that I had. It is an inability, the impossible mission for me to reconcile my real and surreal world, my fact and my fiction, so now I have no idea what my previous expectations were and if they had been met or disappointed. All for the better perhaps, to give myself a clean slate to begin with. I have another 10 months, or maybe more, to explore the place and to explore within myself as I some what try to settle down or build up, if you like, a home here. As without any immediate burden or support, I try to live for this second and not the last nor the next.

This is project SUPER HAPPY GIRL in the making.

The first day I set foot on campus, I was depressed. As always, sad to leave my family and sad to be away from my friends, the people I care about. It is quite illogical, that I should make myself feel this terrible when I can jolly well just stay home and be simple and contented but no, neither is in my control. Firstly, I had to leave; secondly, I had to feel terrible. I knew there was no remedy other than time. But that’s ok, because in my mind I knew I could always count on time and I knew that nothing and nobody is indispensable. I knew as they had sung in some Jap song, that ‘everything’s gonna be all right’. (Which song is it?)
So as I sat on the steps of the sunken forum they have outside the Student’s union on the very first day, thinking how tragically long this year is gonna be, I already secretly knew that a year is but too short. I knew many things it seems!

The first person I got to know is a girl called Carol whom I met at the pre-departure meeting. Déjà vu number one comes in here because the way she talks reminds me so much of Wei. Her expressions and even the way she speaks Mandarin! But she is a lot more of a go-getter and she is also tanned and diminutive in size. I bumped into her at Heathrow Airport while we were clearing customs and I’m somewhat glad I found someone to hang with so early on in the Orientation.

The Singaporeans tend to hang together as do most people from other countries. I did make several friends from China and such and my flatmates come from all over but ultimately, the Singaporeans are more supportive of each other and we eat together and shop together. It is not the ultimate fun one can get but it is not a bad experience. Most of them are younger than me but very, very smart and although I lapse into my occasional daydream when they talk, I don’t actually mind just listening to them getting heated over social issues, politics, economics, math or even literature that I don’t know or have no opinion on.

The campus is a self-contained one. It has a post office, supermarket, medical centre and a beautiful arts centre; basically everything that you ever need to get your life running. It is a great place really, beautiful with greenery. There are big open fields where squirrels sprint and right outside my place is a lake. Tons of ducks and some swans gather here everyday. They shit all over the long and winding pebbled footpath that I have to tread everyday but I cleverly avoid the green shit with my keen eyes. I like the campus although it is rather new (we’re only 40 years old) unlike Oxford where the very air you breathe feels laden with history. But the side-effects of being self-contained in this small campus town came to me a few days ago. I actually felt slightly claustrophobic and ironically, wished for big bustling city milling with people, faceless and mysterious. People who walk so fast they overtake me (ok, everybody overtakes me), people jostling, grabbing a quick coffee before getting to work. That toil in a city, so bored and routine yet so energetic and vibrant, like everyone is tuned in to the same drum roll for war. I miss being anonymous in a city. It’s different from being anonymous on campus. I will look forward to London.

Two nights ago I watched a play at the Arts Centre called Bronte. It is about the 3 Bronte sisters who wrote passionate novels despite being chaste and isolated. The play was mostly serious and intense. Although I was in the mood for some romantic comedy sort (that’s my cuppa tea!), I have to admit from my amateurish point of view, that the play was well acted and well scripted and I was enraptured as it unfolded.
There are ample opportunities here to watch plays, musicals and concerts of all sorts, provided you have the money, of course. I have decided to save up (although I dunno how I’m going to do that when I’m not even earning) for the shows! Yesterday morning, I found out that a friend is also interested in watching Jason Mraz who will be playing at London, Manchester, Nottingham, Wolverhampton and several other accessible places, supporting James Blunt's concert. We spent the whole day surfing for his concert tickets but they are all sold out! I can’t believe the bad luck! The show is on February 2006, they started selling the tickets in August and they are all sold out already! I am so disappointed! My only wish is that they add an extra day or that someone sells the right tickets on ebay! What I would give to watch MRAZ play live! That would definitely make a good memory for one and all! I’m gonna keep watch for any chance to grab a ticket!

I was in Birmingham on Saturday and as a Singaporean friend puts it, Birmingham is to UK as Jurong is to Singapore. It was really nothing to shout about as compared to Warwick and Oxford, both of which is really quaint and pretty. Birmingham is not the kind of city I miss or that I am familiar with. It was rather dreary and boring but there is a relatively large (as compared to the one in Coventry – the nearest town to Warwick Uni) Chinese supermarket there so everybody was stocking up on food stuff. Some people went crazy over the tofu which was funny! I bought 2 packets of red bean cos I had a sudden craving for my mom’s red bean soup! On our way back to the station, someone kicked a bag of groceries left lying by the street and happily usurped the loot. I dunno if it’s right to do that. It’s definitely not moral but then if left there to waste, we may in fact be making better use of the stuff by cooking them. Part of me kept thinking if there was gonna be some drugs or voodoo in the bag but in the end I shoved the paranoia aside and landed myself with a pack of sago and rock sugar! Both of which I had decided not to buy so as to save money!

Gosh… I think this is stretching too long and I’m not even making it that interesting! I shall rattle on another time about my classes, déjà vu number two and the horrible food... amongst other long-winded tales.

And now some pictures to make everybody happy!

This is yesterday's brunch.

This is Heronbank, the place I live.

This is me and Carol in front of the Birmingham City Council. If you think I lost weight, you are very nice! I think I did too! Tell you about the food another time!

A rather beautiful church in Birmingham... it just reminded me of Jane's wedding! Every church now reminds me of Jane's wedding!

Ack... I cried again! Boo hoo! So paiseh to be all red eyed and red nosed (and how come I seem to be the only one???) but well... there's nothing wrong being emotional.

Girls, take care and I'll let you all know once I've settled in.

The departure time is 0325.

Although others may beg to differ, I give myself entry into Gryffindor just for surviving this painful parting from home yet again!

And the next time you see me online I should be 14 hours of flight time away!

Well, carpe diem!

I'm so tempted to get the whole set of these Pet Trees! They are being sold at Bugis in one of the push-carts.

Find out more about Pet Tree at http://www.pettree.biz/ or check them out below!!!















The original name of An, which means young lovers, is Dragon's Blood Sedum .They generally have the form of red roses. With much care, Ans become green and eventually have red flowers.
(An flowers are difficult to have and it is said they flower as the love between young lovers deepen.)



The original name of U, which means neat, mean truth and grace, is Kalanchoe.
The scent is so rich that it can spread as far as 40 kilometers. They are given as gifts of thanks. When you want to share your feelings, think of Us.




The original name of Mi, which means the beauty of women, is Elephant Bush. They have the magical scent of complementing and sustaining the beauty of women.




The original name of ssam, which means respect, grace and gratitude for life, and healthy longevity, is String of Buttons.
It fosters the birth of healthy life, and the value of a wise life.




The original name of tomo, symbols of peace and friendship is Moss Rose.
It is the guardian of peace and brings peace and well-being to the grower and the family.
It also means ever-lasting friendship.



The original name of Victo, symbols of victory and the winner, is Echinus maximilianus.
It always brings luck and victory.



The original name of Nin, meaning young lovers seeking fun and joy is Rattail Crassula .
It is also called ¡®watch chain plant¡¯, since it looks like the chain of a watch.
It can grow differently according to how it is grown.




The original name of Rance, which endures the ordeals and hardships of life, is cactus.
It gives unchanging love and courage to us in this world of turmoil.

how jedi are you? :: by lawrie malen

Why can't i be Master Yoda??

how jedi are you? :: by lawrie malen

*keeps light saber and walks with the aid of my cane after an intense fight*

Meet Furong Jie Jie.

Click on photo to go to her English blog.

I mean, it's good to love your body, whatever shape you are in. And a healthy sense of self-worth is commendable.

But she's really pushing it.

Steven Lim. You've met your match.

(More on her at Kenny Sia's blog.)

The day was going not bad, y’know?
Managed to do a few rounds of personal emailing at work, y’know?
Then discussion with the boss (or cousin) was smooth AND I had lunch at Parkway Parade! Big improvement, y’know!!!

After lunch I even got a latte from Pacific coffee. Big deal for a Kaki Bukit dweller, mind you. Clutching my latte, I glided along the corridors of the newly revamped Parkway Parade Mall. Then, I saw a Veela.

That woman, how come so… preeetty one?


OMG! It’s Zoe Tay!!!!

AHHHHHHHH…… and as she walked past me, she left a trail of golden dust behind.
Hovering near were a few schoolboys looking clumsy and well, star struck.

Me? I shuffled to my cousin and whimpered, “Zoe Tay just walked past leh…”

Gosh, and I’m not even a fan…

Onz form project back in action.

Nine reasons why i want a pet dog........

3rd July 2005

Harry Harry POTTER!

J K Rowling's official site

Go check it out! Pretty interesting things inside to go through...

Has anyone seen this version of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince?

It's the original Scholastic over. The one i own is by Bloomsbury.



This looks so much better don't you think?

I'm obviously really bored here.



I'm going to go to Causeway Point's Popular at 7.01am tomorrow to collect my pre-ordered Harry Potter!! Muahahahahahahahah.......

Check it out!