People here are so lovely!
I was enjoying a lunchtime meal at our favourite restaurant, eating rice noodles soup with a variety of flavours, talking with my family and so forth.... then when I went up to pay, the boss said that a man who my mum was speaking to earlier ... they were friends at the Malaysian asylum seeking place we were at in 1987 ... had paid for our meal.
Quite lovely really.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Sunday, March 19, 2006
What's new?
My lastest obsession is Melbourne City. There is something about the newstand and the rushing feet that makes Melbourne city a type of anaethestic. I've always wondered what Virginia Woolf was rabbiting on about and here's the answer.
I just love getting off the crowded train, and trotting down Collins Street in work heels. I love watching all the different faces zoom past, and I love talking to the newstand men every morning as I grab my copy the age and the herald sun.
I'll take some pictures tomorrow and put them on here.
My lastest obsession is Melbourne City. There is something about the newstand and the rushing feet that makes Melbourne city a type of anaethestic. I've always wondered what Virginia Woolf was rabbiting on about and here's the answer.
I just love getting off the crowded train, and trotting down Collins Street in work heels. I love watching all the different faces zoom past, and I love talking to the newstand men every morning as I grab my copy the age and the herald sun.
I'll take some pictures tomorrow and put them on here.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
NOT GONNA GET US
I'm currently listening to that song: "NOT GONNA GET US" by T.A.T.U, and I was reminded of our fun times in the garage with Russell doing this token dance.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Melbourne is such a friendly place. If you want to move anywhere in the world, move here...
I love memories. Pictures do a good job of reminding just of all the fun and interesting times in life. Here's some pictures for your viewing pleasure. The first on is of Jordan and I mooching at a chinese/vietnamese restaurant in Springvale. The second is of the chicken corn soup gang minus Russell. The third is of Jordan, after his arm operation ... and the fourth is of me and my old NZ bedroom. I miss NZ :( I also miss my hair. It's a quarter of the length is was before.
Hehe... he has lovely blue eyes ah? very memerizing. He's turning 21 tomorrow. Happy Birthday to him. Hip hip. Hoorah!
Aw! I miss my bookshelf.
I love memories. Pictures do a good job of reminding just of all the fun and interesting times in life. Here's some pictures for your viewing pleasure. The first on is of Jordan and I mooching at a chinese/vietnamese restaurant in Springvale. The second is of the chicken corn soup gang minus Russell. The third is of Jordan, after his arm operation ... and the fourth is of me and my old NZ bedroom. I miss NZ :( I also miss my hair. It's a quarter of the length is was before.
Hehe... he has lovely blue eyes ah? very memerizing. He's turning 21 tomorrow. Happy Birthday to him. Hip hip. Hoorah!
Aw! I miss my bookshelf.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
18th Birthday Party
Having had many job interviews in the last month, and being asked the question: What is your weakness? I now have an answer. I usually say things like confrontation and customer service - but I think my greatest weakness, besides tall blonde hair boys with nice blue eyes (hehe), is my gullibility.
I just had a random memory of my eighteen birthday. It was a late surprise but nonetheless, it was a pretty awesome surprise.
My friend Russell had come down to visit me for the break, and asked whether other people would be able to come to. I was unsure to why those "other people" would come, but after asking a few odd questions, I conceded and made amends. They did not end up coming though. So it was just me, russell, wellington contact and the Cambodian New Year.
But two days later as I was resting in my nice bed dreaming of ... I can't remember ... I woke up to the sound of Sundeia's voice. What a nice surprise! I was completely enthralled and was jumping with excitement, then all of sudden, Hayley showed her face ... and I completely fell over. I thought the surprises stopped there, but then as I was celebrating, Terry walked out of the closest. LOL~ It was a nice surprise.
The moral is that weaknesses can also have their benefits :) And I don't mind many more surprises. I actually have the video somewhere, if you guys want to see my reaction. Russell conveniently caught it all on tape.
I just had a random memory of my eighteen birthday. It was a late surprise but nonetheless, it was a pretty awesome surprise.
My friend Russell had come down to visit me for the break, and asked whether other people would be able to come to. I was unsure to why those "other people" would come, but after asking a few odd questions, I conceded and made amends. They did not end up coming though. So it was just me, russell, wellington contact and the Cambodian New Year.
But two days later as I was resting in my nice bed dreaming of ... I can't remember ... I woke up to the sound of Sundeia's voice. What a nice surprise! I was completely enthralled and was jumping with excitement, then all of sudden, Hayley showed her face ... and I completely fell over. I thought the surprises stopped there, but then as I was celebrating, Terry walked out of the closest. LOL~ It was a nice surprise.
The moral is that weaknesses can also have their benefits :) And I don't mind many more surprises. I actually have the video somewhere, if you guys want to see my reaction. Russell conveniently caught it all on tape.
The beauty of double-guessing
I've always wondered what made double-guessing so appeasing. I know that we all love to do it; we love to figure out why certain people behave in certain ways and why they say certain words, in "certain" situations. And it's more exciting, when you guessed right and something sprouts out of this guessing. But the question is, do you think double-guessing is a bad, futile behavioural trait or simply a harmless sport that we shouldn't burn ourselves over?
... I'll write my opinions after I hear what you guys have to say.
... I'll write my opinions after I hear what you guys have to say.
Friday, March 03, 2006
The tyranny of computers
OH the inferno tyranny of computers. I came to open my computer awhile ago and to my dismay, a message displaying windows cannot load because hal.dll is corrupted ... please reinstall this file. My computer however does not have the option to put the register backwards to a time when windows wasn't corrupted, so the only soluton was to reformat. That was the computer technicans advice too. Therefore, I had to throw everything away... :( oh! all my work.
Look on the bright side. I have a fresh new start and the computer is running faster.
Look on the bright side. I have a fresh new start and the computer is running faster.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
The last twenty years
Now I am giving up my teenage hood in a few days, that I should fill the depths of this blog which a little synopsis of my life.
I was born in a refugee camp on the border of thailand in a place called Ban Aranyaprathet, and for those interested in knowing what the location was like... click on this link: http://www.websitesrcg.com/border/border-camps.html
People often make jokes about me being born in a tent, because I have the tendency to leave the door open ... then gape when they find out it was true. :)
We went to Malaysia afterwards and spent a few years galavanting about there, then immigrated to NZ in late 1988. We stayed in the Mangere Refugee Centre until the folks from Te Atatu Bible Chapel, with our sponsor MR. GOLDING through their refugee program, sponsored us and housed in what has become the Care House. It was nice. I've been going to that church ever since, and that's where I met the love of my life.
I've always grown up in a strange home and rarely experience the feeling of being in the so-called nuclear family. My parents have always had a compassionate heart and would helped those who were in need. They rarely said no to people to ask for it. People needed a place to stay when things went wrong, so our house was always on offer. I think that's where I get my prisoner of conscience stance from.
We settled in Glendene for most of my life and I went to schools in the area, but High School was an utter nightmare. I do value the friends I've made there though. My longest relationship is about 9 years, with a girl I met in third form. We hit it off straight away and did the third form dance together with our awesome acrobatic skills. I think we should a renunion someday.
I was really fit in primary school, and participated in most of the sports ... I especially liked gymnastics and cross-country running. It was the story of the my life. Then when I reached fifth-form, I became quite apathetic towards sport, and didn't even go to Athletics day ... because it wasn't compulsary. I was too weary. It was at that time that my relatives were undergoing serious problems and my cousin had died quite unexpectedly.
I love my childhood though. There are so many stories of people complaining about how they a bad childhood and how it's traumatise their lives, but I've been pretty lucky to have had an awesome childhood. I was also inquistive and there was one time where I had been put down for a project, but because I had pestered the teacher so much about it, she took me out. SADLY :( But still, you keep going on like a machine.
One thing that I particularly like was getting involved in school. I was a councillor in Intermediate and was involved in so many things. I think this is where my love for events management comes from. I love putting on events and making people smile. I was also obsessed with phonetics, and loved the sound of words ... I still do now. You can win me over with a sweet sonnet - originally composed, of course. Hehe.
Then there came the teenage years. I think I have to be one of those teenage tyrants, except without the tyranny. I suppose it came as a shock with the new responsibilities and the whole soul and self-searchingness. I went through this: "I don't think I need to prove anything to anyone phase," of which I am probably still in. But God saved me before I could fall into any deep teenage pits. Thankfully!
and Part II is coming your way tomorrow.
Au revoir
I was born in a refugee camp on the border of thailand in a place called Ban Aranyaprathet, and for those interested in knowing what the location was like... click on this link: http://www.websitesrcg.com/border/border-camps.html
People often make jokes about me being born in a tent, because I have the tendency to leave the door open ... then gape when they find out it was true. :)
We went to Malaysia afterwards and spent a few years galavanting about there, then immigrated to NZ in late 1988. We stayed in the Mangere Refugee Centre until the folks from Te Atatu Bible Chapel, with our sponsor MR. GOLDING through their refugee program, sponsored us and housed in what has become the Care House. It was nice. I've been going to that church ever since, and that's where I met the love of my life.
I've always grown up in a strange home and rarely experience the feeling of being in the so-called nuclear family. My parents have always had a compassionate heart and would helped those who were in need. They rarely said no to people to ask for it. People needed a place to stay when things went wrong, so our house was always on offer. I think that's where I get my prisoner of conscience stance from.
We settled in Glendene for most of my life and I went to schools in the area, but High School was an utter nightmare. I do value the friends I've made there though. My longest relationship is about 9 years, with a girl I met in third form. We hit it off straight away and did the third form dance together with our awesome acrobatic skills. I think we should a renunion someday.
I was really fit in primary school, and participated in most of the sports ... I especially liked gymnastics and cross-country running. It was the story of the my life. Then when I reached fifth-form, I became quite apathetic towards sport, and didn't even go to Athletics day ... because it wasn't compulsary. I was too weary. It was at that time that my relatives were undergoing serious problems and my cousin had died quite unexpectedly.
I love my childhood though. There are so many stories of people complaining about how they a bad childhood and how it's traumatise their lives, but I've been pretty lucky to have had an awesome childhood. I was also inquistive and there was one time where I had been put down for a project, but because I had pestered the teacher so much about it, she took me out. SADLY :( But still, you keep going on like a machine.
One thing that I particularly like was getting involved in school. I was a councillor in Intermediate and was involved in so many things. I think this is where my love for events management comes from. I love putting on events and making people smile. I was also obsessed with phonetics, and loved the sound of words ... I still do now. You can win me over with a sweet sonnet - originally composed, of course. Hehe.
Then there came the teenage years. I think I have to be one of those teenage tyrants, except without the tyranny. I suppose it came as a shock with the new responsibilities and the whole soul and self-searchingness. I went through this: "I don't think I need to prove anything to anyone phase," of which I am probably still in. But God saved me before I could fall into any deep teenage pits. Thankfully!
and Part II is coming your way tomorrow.
Au revoir
My garage
I was thinking about what the things in which I miss most about the year 2003, and besides missing having a gold card with free access to movies, I miss mooching in my garage. It was the year when I started university and Hayley and Russell would come over all the time ... then Jordan joined us later and we would spend hours on end in the garage. It was lots of fun.
We watched movies, ate pizza, left the pizza there for years, discuss philosophy, play-fight and the list goes on. It is a place of many memories. All I have now is a shed. I look at my shed and I am reminded of the garage. Oh those were the days. What did we call it again? Someone made up a weird name for it of which I have no idea. We also had several westside christian moochfests there. It was awesome! lots of neat fun.
It was destroyed however, just before I went to Wellington. The whole garage was flooded and a majority of my things soaked in water, including my keyboard and several controls.
We watched movies, ate pizza, left the pizza there for years, discuss philosophy, play-fight and the list goes on. It is a place of many memories. All I have now is a shed. I look at my shed and I am reminded of the garage. Oh those were the days. What did we call it again? Someone made up a weird name for it of which I have no idea. We also had several westside christian moochfests there. It was awesome! lots of neat fun.
It was destroyed however, just before I went to Wellington. The whole garage was flooded and a majority of my things soaked in water, including my keyboard and several controls.
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