Garden of Eden

Merry Berry Christmas :]

Recently, I went about searching around some blogs to see if anyone posted a review or at least wrote anything about the stuff which I’m keeping an eye on. Instead of finding articles to feed my desire for more words, I found words intending to describe their own desires instead. Most of these blogs I’ve visited are Singaporean, although I’m not particularly seeing them in a prejudiced light but I realise a very stereotypical habit of them. Is it a recurrent trend for all young Singaporean bloggers (of females usually, not aiming here but just telling) to include a wish list of what they want? Let’s just proceed to an example,

Last Updated: 24 December 2008

 Good results

 Happily ever after family !

 Worries free

 Stay happily ever after

 Pimples free

 Longer hair

 Shades

 Promoted to sec4Express

 Dye my hair in th holiday

 Handphone(LG Viewty; Pink, Samsung Omnia; Pink, LG KF350; Pink)

 Hair Cut at Kimage I regretted! D:

 Rebonding

 Knee-length pants

 Facial session
-1st session
-2nd session
-3rd session
-4th session
-5th session
-6th session

 Hot Pink tank top

 School shoes

 Hot Pink Pencil case

 Hot Pink Wallet[Optional]

 Hot Pink Watch[Optional]

While I was searching for an example, I was debating whether I have the rights to be judgemental and bring someone up the surgery table. But anyways, it kind of struck me that there were some seriously spoilt people out there. I don’t know the reason as to why they would put up such a list, perhaps to give a hint to their friends as to what to buy for their birthdays? In fact, one girl who posted her desire for an iPod Nano actually got it from a stranger guy she met online! (freaky mou, you say. But ok lah, considering its free and no hidden intentions, I think). Now I’m thinking, maybe I should have one list too. Haa!

Sometimes I just sigh and get lost in thoughts when it’s all going too fast. I feel it coming nearer day by day, but the more substantial question would be; do you?

I remember back into the days where I could successfully resist the clutches of iPod for the sake of saving some cash to be better spent on stuff which were more beneficial. Despite the fact that I’m only going to study, there recently has been some unsavoury craving for new gadgets and stuff. Though many might not object their mom (or dad) being an advocate to the temptress devil, more often than not I’d find myself restraining myself to be appropriately careful and keep my self consciousness in check. I don’t usually spend so much which is why this time I’m concerned that I may totally overspend because of my berlambak-lambak wishlist.

Just that day mom casually asked me if I needed camera, and if that’s the case she would redeem one CANON using her points plus RM499. And then me being the curious gerbil went online to scout the market price of that model, which turns out to be about RM650. Might I also mention Sony’s newest catalogue conveniently landed on my lap a couple of days ago as well, so the T-77 totally caught my eye, albeit carrying a hefty price tag of close to RM1300 (can vomit blood lah!). I feel guilty for not sufficiently appreciating the former offer, and here I am drooling over some uber cool looking device. But will I ever use it much? Who knows but maybe I’d so totally turn to being a camho in the future.

On a side note, if anyone recalled hearing about T-9 and T-10 of Sony’s series, I think they are not in production anymore. That digital cam was one of those things that I forgo pursuing and said ‘I could always get it later and cheaper too’ but obviously its staying a forgotten dream for good. What to do because I didn’t realise the marketing strategy for cameras were so different than mobile phones. While it provides a supply of fresh goodies for consumers to enjoy, I can’t deny that it’s an absolutely cheap tactic to coerce buyers into always getting the higher end ones.

Now I don’t know if I’m the only one who thinks so, but now I feel that it’s not too bad to carry 2 mobile phones at a time (gasp!). What have ed become, I wonder. Blame it on the selection choices L. The phone I’m eyeing doesn’t support 3g and isn’t smart phone based. The you’d be wondering, are these features really that necessary at all? In fact I’ve yet to send away ANY picture mms-es by the way, so you can tell yah? Hah. Yet sometimes the slightest possibility of having a word processor and the task scheduler on the run would prove beneficial. Let’s just say, (pretending) to write that report or laying out the plans that needs accomplishment the next day helps the soul to feel falsely secure.

I’m so in need for a total crash course for Aussie survival. For starters, their internet is pretty bloody freaking expensive. Honestly, I can use up that 6 gb/month bandwidth lor. All it takes is just a few major downloads, not hard to achieve. No wonder kit said there is nothing else to do besides going to the gym, like wtf. Then I’d think about getting stuck with 50% taken halves and the boys whom are I-think-I’m-better-and-deserve-her types.... WTF LA NO! So much for my ideal walks at sunrise with dew drops. Poof.

Hope you’re feeling better now. Sorry it hurt, but it gets progressively way better ._.’’...

Random rant – of the sliders, touch screen and smart hype.

WHAT’S wrong with the world today!?

And at 3.30 pm today.

I’ve a slight confession to make. I needed the eCOE number of enrolment for me to proceed into the visa application, which is why I was understandably frustrated having not received mine after nearly 2 weeks. I even emailed and called them to enquire what went wrong, why take so freaking long one! On one morning where I was that close to snapping, I found THE mail that I’ve been waiting for all this while sitting right under my nose since 4th December...omg so pai seh. But technically not my fault, who ask those officers of administration to be so stupid and not send the mail to the address I gave them. I believe I wrote extra clearly edlee.goe@gmail.com but they were so smart, TOO smart to send it to my Monash account. That thing which I ever hardly use at all, like so wtf right. What's the point of asking me to provide the mail in which would be used for all the online procedures when it's not going to be used, sheesh.

At least things didn’t turn out that bad after that, was pretty smooth sailing except for some occasional health questions which were unnecessary and vague at best. For example, have you ever had breathlessness etc? I’m sure at one point of anyone’s life they would experience shortness in breath maybe due to lack of sleep and the fact that you just ran up and down the school stairs to do errands. Maybe it’s just me being in a foul mood to get annoyed by these seemingly like-durh-of-coz-no questions, but I still declared myself super healthy anyways.

Unfortunately, even then I still had to go for a basic medical check up in which I did today. I would say it’s probably the most expensive hour I have recollection of because at the centre, all the employees treat you like their king. This way please, Mr.Lee. Please have a seat, Mr.Lee. That’s an excellent picture, Mr.Lee. Thats some serious ass kissing over there(!). But the best part would probably be Dr. Ong, who concluded the entire visit there. This hair thinning 50-something uncle is the bomb la. Unlike those stereotyped perception of some serious cocky or maternal doctor, he is extremely humorous. At one point during his routine, he asked if I smoked or took drugs in which I would probably would have answered the obvious but before I could his response was ‘okay never mind that, I’ll let you go and just give you the all clear (by closing an eye)’ in an extremely sarcastic manner. Farnee.

Say, I’m actually quite tired after all these. And my index fingers hurt after replacing that ko-ed CPU power box. Time to rest, continuation soon!

Just a couple of days ago I felt so much unrest because my accommodation offer letter was supposed to arrive via email on the first week of December. And it was the second already, omg. I can’t imagine if they so cruelly rejected my application, I’d really go ballistic. But a mere few hours later, I actually dreamt seeing the offer pack sitting right inside my mailbox, and guess what. It actually arrived yesterday, how deja vu right! Like finally, a room ALL for myself and no more worrying about sleeping on the streets. But hor, I can’t deny a slight twinge of disappointment when the type of room I was allocated wasn’t ticked next to the single en suite room. Ish, so un-glam (learnt this new word!).

Now if only Ms. June will reply my mail so I can get the annoying visa done.

Sometimes, fate can be surprising. And I never was able to comprehend its meaning quite comprehensively, but it’s starting to sound pretty realistic now. While I may be slowly starting to believe in something so ethereal such as destiny, I’d agree with Gweon Woo on how every effort taken is a step in building bridges of fate chances. More often than not, isn't it the only thing that one’s capable of doing in a case where we’d ever have so little control over?

Now I’m starting to regret a little. All thanks to that gold diggah -_-‘’. Well maybe all’s still good for you but sometimes I wondered if I could ever fathom how a yes can be no and vice versa. How a person could be (almost) everything to another, yet doesn’t get the equal gratification the person is offering. But then again, how exactly can it be equal? For something in which has no means of being measured? I feel like throwing all these to him so he’d be confused and actually take time to digest the meaning behind them. Just to buy time of course. As the saying goes ‘when there is no victory in sight, minimise losses’, lol. But just so you know, the mails are something I hold very closely to myself. That’s because they are all I’ll ever have.

Maybe 4 years down the road, you’ll begin to understand why. Just someday, someday aite. ;]

Hi all.

Apart from being down with fever and some sort of a scare, I’m fine. Well, Uncle’s back so my car is gone. No going out freely as I would like to. As expected, I was informed that Uncle wants to ‘talk’ to me on the weekend. Casual conversation I suppose, but preachy enough. You know how it feels when every word of advice is being thrown at you and some even in successive repetition but all you can do is to keep nodding and making an affirmative sound. Haa.

I think what I really want to do is visit Singapore and have a good time there. It’s been a good 15 years since I last set foot on the Lion City, and I always wanted to see how things have changed for this might be my only chance in the near future. But when I think about spending money which could otherwise be spent on something I want more(!)... let’s just say the trip’s incentive may not be as much.

What I really want is probably a new phone. I’m not one of those whom constantly swaps their phone for the latest models every 6 months to feel fresh. I’ve had my first phone (technically speaking) for nearly 3 years already. Don’t get me wrong, it still works fine for a non-heavy user like me. But with the low battery life and that annoying joystick, even texting drives me up the wall sometimes. Severe enough irritation for me to say stop, and declare to myself I really need a flip soon. I’ve always wanted a flip and this time no one shall stop me! (unlike last time) All I’m waiting right now is for the right time, as I’ve already set my eyes on something, hee. And my angpao money as well that is.

LG KF350... *drools*

Last night I watched ‘Cyborg Girl’, a Japanese movie in which some would say an opposite version of Absolute Boyfriend aka Zettai Kareshi. Overall, it was pretty enjoyable. Now it’s time for My Sassy Girl. I’ve always want to experience myself such a highly rated favourite.

I am sad because I finished Crisis Core and watched painful Zack. I am sad because I was really afraid of dying in a crashing elevator. I am sad because for what I vow every day, I get beaten in the end. When I think back, the only person that I can blame now is none other than myself. I hate feeling like this.

Hatsu-koi – I believe, it started from Utada.

Nites.