watched A Good Year with Sarah just now. it has quite a nice theme. but very predictable. initially we wanted to catch Marie Antoinette. but there is only one timing at 9:45 pm. so we decided to watch a good year instead. that's like my first time watching a movie in Leeds. talking about being ulufied. =/ haha. it feels almost like i was back in PS catching a movie on a weekend. but its more pricey to watch movie here. its about 5 quid. i guess once in awhile wldn hurt right? =D

during my christmas break, i wouldn't be going back to singapore; its more rational to do so. 'cause my break is only 4 weeks. it'll take me 2 weeks to get over the jet-lags. so i might as well stay here and conquer UK. lol. mayb not. but i'll be going to london post christmas and to germany at the beginning of my break. i still have no idea where exactly i'll be going in between the 2 trips. but i guess i'll be going to the south. its warmer there. so its time to read my UK guide book and start booking train tickets. cheaper that way. heh.

i just hope tt i wldn get too homesick...

oh. i'll be going to nottingham next weekend for the nottingham games. wanna guess which sport i'll be participating in? no prize for those who guessed correctly though. for the benefit of those who have no idea, i'll be playing for the massoc (malaysian and singaporean society) volleyball team. hope that it'll be fun. never been to nottingham before and have never played in any of the inter-university games before. went for their training today. apparently, they think that im quite good. but that's just because half of them dun know how to play.. haa.

its winter now. cos the whole of UK is follwing the DST daylight saving time. so the time difference is 8 hours. which means the sun sets even earlier in Leeds. =/

so gloomy. ):

pandora's box.

to all music lovers,

do check out pandora, if you haven't already done so.

(: cheers!

Swingset Chain

Swingset Chain - Loquat

There's a playground that we used to run on
The penny-drop that broke her arm
The monkey bars that you fell from
The swingset chain that stuck with my tongue
It's thirty below and we're far gone
If you plant yourself here I wouldn't miss you for long
But then comes the day when you leave town
I'm back to the way I was when you weren't around

If you want to know what that was like
I'll tell you first, it was way too quiet
It rained a hundred nineteen days of the year
I spent my time falling down the stairs
I know I can't tie you to a leash
But something tells me you'd go further than Greece
And then I'll have to figure out what to do
I'm kind of afraid I'm co-dependent on you

I'm freaking out that we've started breaking down
Before momentum picked up
Now all these doors are locked
The trees trick you 'cause they're always standing still
If time was really racing by
You could see it when you drive

There's a rooftop deck where we still hang out
A couple of bars where we're not allowed
The roller-skates that threw you on your face
The park on the hill which was our only space
The fog is fast and it rolls right in
About the time I struck my first fifth of gin
I really don't mean to complain too much
But this is turning me into quite the lush

I'm freaking out that we're running out of time
But to do what?
Should I stop and think of that?
Is there something I could do to slow it down?
Live in a day for once
Instead of watch it screaming by

You're a dandelion seed
That flies through the air
And lands randomly
Then disappears

I'm freaking out that we've started breaking down
Before momentum picked up
Now all these doors are locked
The trees trick you 'cause they're always standing still
If time was really racing by
You could see it when you drive

choice

get busy living, or get busy dying.

the choice is yours. and yours only.

it started when we were younger and u were mine

time kinda flies this week; its gonna be friday again tmr. i'll be going to a flea market out of town on sunday just to look around albeit i have an upcoming assesment on monday. hur. please don't nag me. i really need to get outta leeds, i haven't really travelled anywhere since i got here. besides, i have assessments like every week. like next next monday, im gonna have my final assessment which contributes to 40% of my overall module mark. yes, im gonna mug my ass off for that assessment.

oh! i finally got my long awaited parcel with my seafood inside.


they're dried and tiny though........

go ahead and laugh. but when you're abroad on your own, anything goes. esp when it tastes like home and is not bland.

im sure u guys know where this originated from. my mum had been nagging at me all week to check with the site office if her precious "dye" food has arrived. so here u go mummy. its right beside me now. and im gonna have some of it tonight. =D

one more thing, i had a haircut cum mini makeover yesterday, courtesy of Sherrie. i've got quite mixed reactions to my new hairstyle. so i'll let you decide for yourself...


20 mins before my haircut


TADA!



miss pseudo-cleopatra

haha. i just wanted a change. anyway, fringes grow real quickly. and i think its quite nice. hohoh.

THANKS SHERRIE! :)

as for my "makeover", Sherrie just picked up my makeup and painted my face. haha. then, she suggested that i change into something nicer and take pictures. basically, we spent almost the entire afternoon being vain. i took quite a lot of pictures which im not gonna post em here. haha. im not narcissistic or anything. =D well, okay. maybe just one la. cant waste the afternoon's effort right?


(:

i miss my phone. the pictures' quality suck.

ah well, i have to finish up my powerpoint on plagiarism and submit it by today. =/
ciao!

=/

its been a pretty hectic week. from school to shopping. suddenly its sunday again, and the routine is starting all over again. im having a bit of pre-monday blues. just that this one that im feeling now is slightly different; it has a dash of homesickness. nothing that i cant handle. just cant help but to miss home. from the luxury of having real soup to the random phone calls to/from friends. its just so faraway now.

its gonna be awhile before i get back to those things again. and i wonder if thye're gonna change in my absence. like morphing into something else that i cant recognise..

okay, enough lamenting. i have to be brave. i chose this path. and im gonna stick to it and make the best out of the stint, like how my bro-in-law put it. ((:

mugged.

if u dont already know,

I WAS MUGGED YTD!

):

i was on my way to meet my cousin for dinner at a small restaurant nearby. den 3 guys materialised from behind, snatched my hangbag and took off to the dark residential area. it was only half past eight can. =/

so i lost my favourite Gap hangbag, my motorola V3i, my favourite Guess wallet and my keys to my hostel in that split second. SIGH. inside my wallet i have my student ID, NRIC [yes, i know i shouldn have brought it along], my new bank card and some other stuff. some things can be replaced. but some cant be. ):

on the other hand, i still have my iPod with me. cos i put it into my jacket pocket instead of my bag. thats like the most expensive thing i have w me tt time. plus, i wasnt physically hurt. just shocked and truamatised. :(

this totally sucks. i'll have to bug the accommodation office for new keys, bank for new card and police for the official statement to claim my insurance. but i have to wait till monday cos they dont work on weekends. =/

but well, i wanna say a big THANK YOU to people who have shown concern and support to me. ((: it really made a difference.

the body

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst I think. When the secret stays locked within not for the want of a teller but for the want of an understanding ear.

in case you're wondering, i've been reading Stephen King's The Shawshank Redemption. i'll never ever write something like that. its so simple yet so close to heart.

time for my afternoon lecture.