All Flowers In Time Bend Towards The Sun.

So this is the new year
And I dont feel any different.
The clanking of crystal,
Explosions off in the distance.

So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions -
For self-assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions.

So everybody put your best suit or dress on,
Let’s make believe that we are wealthy for just this once.
Lighting firecrackers off on the frown lawn
As thirty dialogues bleed into one.

Death Cab for Cutie - The New Year

And that, sums up neatly whatever I want to say in a few choice liners.

Nice, innit.

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This is supposed to be THE year, of. Well. You know what.

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Cheese is going to Japan, then Africa! My goodness. Please come back safely. :)

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Can’t wait to meet h.bellamy and pomodorini and shuangz in a few. Whoohoo!

♥

Transatlanticism.

The Atlantic was born today and I’ll tell you how:
The clouds above opened and let it all out.

I was standing on the surface of a peforated sphere
when the water filled up every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
making islands where no island should go,
Oh no.

Those people were overjoyed, they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lanes
to your door have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply too far for me to row
It seems further than ever before,
Oh no.

I need you so much closer.

I need you so much closer, so come on, come on.

And just that, I’ve fallen in love with death cab for cutie all over again. :)

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So I’m back.

Happy Christmas.

Lovely fireworks, last night.

It was a very, very crowded night.

Hong and I celebrated the end of our finals by spinning ourselves silly.

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We went to Taiwan during the supposed revision week for finals, btw.

It was also the election weekend.

The Taipei MRT system is remarkable. I love how people actually wait in the dotted line demarcations for their turn to board the train.

Its not very conspicuous here, I’m afraid.

Train ride ain’t complete without breaking the No Drinking rule.

A family very nicely motioned for me to stop drinking my daily coffee fix shortly after this was taken. Opps.

We stayed in ghetto places.

And I had the opportunity of having the best bowl of beef noodles in my life. Ever.

The noodles were. Absolut Bliss. They were the most perfect noodles e v e r.

I can’t even begin to describe their wondrous goodness. Perfectly smooth, but solid texture. They didn’t only taste of flour – they tasted as if they were made out of beef flavoured flour, or perhaps soaked long enough in beef essence because they were just. So. Good.

To make the noodles sound even more enticing, let it be known that I ordered wrongly – the noodles and soup came un-accompanied by the presence of any beef. *smacks head* We had beef soup and noodles instead. But the fabulous noodles made up for any absentee.

I can’t stop thinking about the noodles. They were the best noodles I ever ate, you know.

And to think I had it in some dingy shop along the road, across an alleyway where we reckon we heard a robbery take place. Gasp.

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This is very random, but the wind that was blasting at us during the duration of the photoshoot below, was extremely. Passionate. Furious and, oh so damn strong la, wahlaueh. Damn damn strong wind sia. Almost knocked us off our feet.

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Also very random.

Before we set off for Taiwan, at the airport.

And guess who took the picture for us?

No one. Hong whipped out her trusty tripod and she set it up right in the middle of the airport to take a self-shot.

You can’t imagine how embarrassed we were. Geez.

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It was a food-binge trip. I gained like, almost 2 kg when I returned from Taiwan and promptly lost it when I was attempting to mug for finals.

Check out my ice cream.

Not fair. The person before me, had a much taller ice cream. Like double this. Literally.

No kidding. Maybe they gave me kids’ size or something.

Snort.

Oh and the bubble tea (its fashionably called “boba” now) is served in 700cc containers.

Hilarious innit? Imagine downing almost 1 litre of bubble tea and pearls.

Burp.

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It feels weird to spend the remainder of my days in hk w/o my crazy buddies. :(

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On the other hand, I am curious as to which in-flight movie(s) will be available for selection on my return trip back.

Hurh.

Faced with a Dodo’s Conundrum.

Who writes lyrics like that?

They’re to the point and yet not quite.

The Shins, of course. I cannot wait to download get their latest album. ;)

Phantom Limb has been playing on loop since forever.

I’m scouring the big bad world wide net for more awesome tracks when I have a final tomorrow. Great, just great.

Damn is the air friggin dry or what.

Goodnight y’all.

I still want that Hoola Hoop!

Hi y’all.

Boy, J.T.’s dishy-ness factor has just upped big time for me.

He’s just. Friggin’ hilarious in all his SNL skits.

He’s da shitz. Please. Watch this.

There’s Omeleville even. Heh.

I cracked up so much, my bottom lip kinda cracked and I’m trying to salvage it by generously appplying so much chapstick, the lip looks just a smidgeon toooo glossy. Whoa.

But yes. I’ve spend the better part of the day scouring youtube for J.T. videos. Hui Bellamy can vouch for me.

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I watched The Wedding Crashers the other day and maaaaaaan!
I’m obsessed the psychotic character Todd.

Him.

Heh. His paintings are.

“I made you a painting. Its called “Celebration”. Its sexual and violent. I thought you might like it.”

HAHAHA.

Aww Todd. He reminds me of Edward Sicssorhands. :)

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Alright. One more paper to go. I’m behaving like I’m done with school already though.

Before I end – Alvin & The Chipmunks Christmas song. :)

I still want that hoola hoop! Heh. :)

Stanley Street.

 Alleyway dinner.

Somehow.

Hmm. Anyways.

Then dessert right after!

Post dessert. Food coma!

I get bullied like. All the time.

Damn.

We had fun tonight.  :)

We also conveniently forgot that we had papers due, and finals around the corner.

I’m going to miss all the crazy shit that we do here. :(

Yours, sista winta.

I can’t help, but

Keep playing Sister Winter on loop.

Oh my friends I’ve
Begun to worry right
Where I should be grateful
I should be satisfied

Oh my heart I
Would clap and dance in place
With my friends I have so
Much pleasure to embrace

But my heart is
Returned to sister winter
But my heart is
As cold as ice

Oh my thoughts I
Return to summer time
When I kissed your ankle
I kissed you through the night

All my gifts I gave everything you
Your strange imagination
You threw it all away

Now my heart is
Returned to sister winter
Now my heart is
As cold as ice

All my friends, I’ve
Returned to sister winter
All my friends, I
Apologise, apologise

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Its a beautiful, heartwrenching piece. Frickin’ raw and sincere can.

This is pretty good music to cry to. Really. It can be the classic music piece for tear-jerker movies.  I will no doubt burst into a million tears accordingly and flood the cinema.

Your Sista Winta.

I say.

James You’re-Beautiful Blunt is severely overrrated.

I am aghast that he’s nominated for several Grammys.

Absolutely Aghast.

Alas, Aghast Aint Appropriate.

Appalled, more like.

I beg your pardon if you adore him. I only enjoy like, two songs. One goes by the title of So Long, Jimmy and the other, well I can’t recall right now.

Blunt’s high pitched warpping of his nasal whines – not my kinda thang. Ugh.

Give me Damien Rice any day.

That guy, is a genius.

I’m listening to 9 Crimes again and again.

Its quietly beautiful.

Damnit why isn’t his album released on time for the damned Grammys? :( He’ll thrash Blunt for sure.

I think Rice’s new album is fabulous, despite lukewarm response. In fact I like the songs on this album better than on ‘O’. His songwriting skills are da shitz.

(You know you’ve written too many essays when you start to refer to others by their last name. Blunt? Rice? Great, just great. Next I’ll be referring to Matthew Bellamy, by just Bellamy. I’m barmy if I do that.)

Anyways. I’m royally screwed for this semester.

I have only like, two days to study for each paper. As in. Just. Purely two days. Each.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Thanks. Happy New Year. Happy Christmas and Seasons’ Greetings.

Oh, and I just cut my hair too. Because I felt sick of studying and I hated my present hair.

This is slightly better. Ahh.

Back to studying.

Ugh. I hate studying for exams.

My inner procrastinater comes out in full force as I try to shield myself from its shiny golden rays of sparkling light; I try closing my eyes from the brightness and suddeness of it all. Alas. I fail as the light persists, and pierces my retinas so harshly and blindingly that I succumb and open my eyes, and all is lost, all is lost. Enveloped into a most comforting embrace that promises chocolate, marshmellows, garlic bread, nasi bryani, zero 7, muse, and damien rice, my legs betray me as I walk towards that promised world and leave my triad gangs, geology class and cultural schematic groups behind. Fare ye well, goodmen. Begone.

Yes, I’m being melodramatic as usual. Bye.

RWAR.

This is for all the frustration.

 RRRRRWWWWWWWWWAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!

AAAAGGRRRAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

PPPPPUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!

 For everything that I feel like tearing my hair out for, URGH.

I think I’m going to burst.

Oh, and it doesn’t help that I look absolutely fugly too.

And having people point that out to me.

Courtesy of Mmmmarcus – “Eh, what happened to your face ah? Its (in) the worst (condition) I’ve ever seen so far here leh.”

Thanks for the brutal honesty. Ouch.

Must be the dreadfully dry hongkong and taiwan weather. :(

I’m having an awesome flu now. Awesome timing, too.

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Oh, Taiwan. Best noodles there ever. And. So. Much. Food. I repeat. So. Much. Food.

The people there were uber friendly too.

And now let me sniff and wallow in some self pity because the past few days, my room has been invaded by aliens and my bed has been slept in. Even my wardrobe has been attacked and my chair(s) unspared. My mug has been tainted and my furniture, not to mention my belongings, rearranged. And my bed last night was shared by another, too.

Sometimes, I think I agree to things just a little too easily.

And now I have to deal with a feverish and nose that decided to train for the 2008 Beijing Olympics Atheletics. And eyes that keep tearing for no apparent reason. And dealing with the agony of feeling so bleedin’ warm but yet forced to wear jackets in an 18degrees environment.

Shall stop whining now because I disgust myself when I do that.

Drunk on Maksim.

I’m listening to Maksim’s latest album Electrik on loop; no, more like blasting it into my ears with my earphones.

Its.

DAMN GOOD CAN.

Its what I’d call alternative classical on a slanted maj-minor key.

I have all his albums, save one.

His collaborations leave me breathless and high on the pure richness of music that is almost hypnotizing.

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Am off to Taiwan.