:: Look After You - the fray

things are definitely starting to look up. i'm liking french class again, got a partner for my dossier, gonna finally get the fren2221 presentation over and done with, having a good time at IC sports with my really sweet co-rep bianca.

things to do now:
- find time to call home
- fill up applications to mcgill (for lodging too!)
- get a wax and go to the beach before it gets way too cold
- wash my quilt before it gets way too cold
- visit david, aunty puileng, aunty nancy, aunty chrissy, aunty lorna and uncle tony
- start catching up with readings and lectures for linguistics
- meet up with steph and go karaoke-ing with her, cheryl, rafie.
- go shopping
- contact steph's friend jason and start jamming


the vocals of the fray reminds me of david gray, and a bit of rufus wainwright. somehow their music sounds more aussie than american.

i feel pregnant. but not in the fat way. got a crap appetite since i got here and feel like puking a bit and i don't like chilli sauce so much now. and i fart a bit more (tsk don't laugh, i was told tt flatulence is a symptom of pregnancy). but then again, tt could be due to my not eating enough. crossing my fingers.

i miss walking in the cold to vietnosh and broadway fish and chip shop. haven't gone to either this sem. somehow driving there (of course by driving, i mean being driven) is not as shiok as walking there. seriously, how can sitting in a car be more fun than jumping over puddles, traversing the dewy grassiness of the oval, sighting penguins on bicycles and trying to evade strange men who offer you chocolat?

-tmr, presentation with this guy i shall dub danny the brilliant. i feel like a complete blurblock and thickhead next to this guy. he goes through sartre and barthes and foucault like he was reading Peter and Jane 1a. haha he's like the epitomy of the passionate arts student, somemore what with his big eyes and crazy curly hair that seems to have a life of its own. i think this is because he has so much passion, some of it is channeled to his hair. i met paula in the library and we were discussing the unit and how danny's brilliance is near freakish. and i was telling her he's sooo artsy- when we met outside the library i said wanna use the study room? but he said oh lets sit on the lawn. all i could think of was: haha talk bout stupid qns, amelia. don't you know the confines of a crowded study room would only serve to oppress a true artist? haha. so anyway, i told paula we were sitting on the lawn in front of reid and she said oh but were you? and then we laughed at how extremely impertinent we thought philosophical discourse (but of course this impertinence might be merely a myth and we were really mocking our own incompetence. or perhaps the absurdity of life had gotten to us and joking was the only form of reprieve. but does it really matter since all we do is what it is because it isn't what it's not?... aahhhhh keuf-toi, les intellectuels francais!!)

-so anyway, touch rugby on sunday turned out to be really fun. i'm really proud of our girls cos most of us didn't even know how to play but we survived all four games and managed to hold our nil-nil in the first half of our last game with georges. i think we've become touch junkies. i'm so happy everyone had fun despite all the injuries. we should have touch every wk. i think we beat st cats in our post-match camwhoring; if only there was a tournament for that as well.

j'arrive, le québéc!... (ou ottawa- je ne sais pas encore). in the words of jen: OH!! MALADE!!!

i suddenly feel like today is a good day and that my life will be better from now on. yay. {:o)

:: Almaz - randy crawford

what happened to sleeping early? i need to learn to feel comfortable soon cos this is not getting me anywhere. i've never dreaded uni this much. on se calme, on se calme.

as soon as i finished typing the previous entry, jeffery called and said there were four girls waiting downstairs to practice. apparently daphne had gone down first cos she thought i was there already. this means i must play my music 10 times louder so tt pple will actually know i'm in. shuyin daphne nadya jo(da) and myself. but jo's not playing tmr and nadya had to leave early. so tt makes 3.5 pple from tmr's team. practiced for less than 20 mins and then sat round and bitched a bit. i didn't realise alfred was leaving today and i couldn't send him off cos of the 'practice'. rubbish rubbish rubbish. big girls don't cry big girls don't cry big girls don't cry big girls don't cry.

:: Sad Eyes - bruce springsteen

how come winamp knows which songs to play? winamp 1 amelia -10 000.

i feel so sick i need to barf. i hate i hate i hate lazy pple.

nobody is at softball practice and i feel like crying cos i feel like an idiot. slept at 5 and made it a point to pull myself out of bed to eat lunch and dress up ready for practice at 2. but no one's coming. got my period... i slept too late last night... i didn't know it was today... i just got out of bed... so so so?! i also got my period! i also slept late! i also couldn't wake up! and don't tell me you never see the posters i painstakingly handwrote at 4am and pasted round the hall.

:: Child Psychology - black box recorder


something was in the air tonight
something was in the air tonight, i don't know what's wrong but i know it isn't right. too much existentialist talk? too much responsibility in my face? i close my eyes but la mauvaise sentiment, il me quitte pas. non, il me lâche pas. la la la la la la la la la la la. i close my eyes i close them eyes. i think i need to hear some lies... to make it all feel better, to make it all all right.

:: Brick - ben folds five

maybe it's a good thing i'm going to quebec. i'd better fucking be going then.

shit i feel like having fast eddy's now. it's this 24-hr fastfood cafe tt has breakfast 24-hrs. ed's benedicte: thick toast topped with loads of grilled ham, two poached eggs - smothered with hollandaise sauce and accompanied by two large hashbrowns. tt's what i had at 1am the morning after i got back to perth. i want i want i want NOW. fuck the pms! feeeeeed me...

i'm gonna call lidong and complain to him now.

42 fucking degrees tmr! rgh! can it get any hotter..

got this off roger's msn nickname: www.shaveeverywhere.com

must explore the whole site. i love the guy's face, man.

:: Les Choristes soundtrack

Oh nuit viens apporter à la terre
Le calme enchantement de ton mystère
L'ombre qui t'escorte est si douce
Si doux est le concert de tes doigts chantant l'espérance
Si grand est ton pouvoir transformant tout en rêve heureux

Oh nuit, oh laisses encore à la terre
Le calme enchantement de ton mystère
L'ombre qui t'escorte est si douce
Est-il une beauté aussi belle que le rêve
Est-il de vérité plus douce que l'espérance


oh how beautiful music makes me high. i really miss singing choral. should i join the uni chorale? only when you've finished your bloody fren2221 readings, amelia..

first week of uni is out. and i am so out of touch with everything. i must be slightly autistic or something. little changes in surrounding aesthetics often throw me off and though i don't always realise it, it takes a while for my subconsious to re-orientate itself. transplanted frm singapore to perth and then having to walk through the newly-renovated servery, and then not having familiar pple in my class and having new neighbours.. the result is a very nervous amelia. i have to admit, if karol were here it would feel a lot more familiar. of course i welcome changes.. i just need a bit more time to lay off the anxiety. i like having regina around cos she makes me feel at ease.


on a more relaxing note, j'ai fait couper mes cheveux (enfin!). bye bye hair!


let my friends cut my hair- alfred rae regina cherrilyn daphne sarah- and it's VERY nice haha. well, not VERY VERY- just very. shiok sendiri. i'd been planning for a long time to do something spontaneous. uh-huh uh-huh how ironic.. but i look 10 yrs younger so tt's a good thing. lidong says i look like a china girl. mummy called me as soon as she saw my pic on zehzeh's msn. ger, why you let your friends cut your hair?!! but i've since managed to convince her it doesn't look that bad so she's fine.

i have 3 consecutive assessments in week 3: fren3305 test en classe, ling2203 assignmt#1 and fren2221 tute presentation, in tt order. i have to stop ingesting so much crap food. pizza instant mee pizza instant mee.

i divulged some of my suicidal fantasies to lidong the other day. his reaction led me to think tt perhaps my thoughts are called my thoughts cos they ought to remain in my head and just keep on being mine and just keep on being thoughts. what would happen if everyone really thought as introspectively as i did and then proceeded to share their thoughts and fantasies with pple they loved? --> non-rhetorical qn to self. i reckon there'd be a disconcerting melange of awkwardness and aggrievement. which is why writing my thoughts on a highly accessible medium (see: blog) may not be a very exciting thing all the time. mm yes i think so.