4 days too late..

so, thus begins the final year of my epic struggle with uni. according to statistics 90% of this(context) affects the reader more than the 10% which makes up the layout. I learnt this at my 4 day intensive last week. I also learnt a lot about people and the people around me. Its sad, to think that in those 4 days we as a group connected so much more on such an intimate level than we ever have in our

3 years at uni. I've learnt a lot about life and it amazes me how dedicated M is with her kids. And the fact that she is still so up there with uni work. How M.A and N make what's been happening in egypt so much more real. I love that i slip into my hideous malaysian slang with the girls in the back and we have a good laugh about it. How L made me laugh when i really needed it. How X had to deal with my wolf child and that A makes the perfect clinician. And i lov

e that for a few days we saw into each other, past the faces and saw what lay behind. So, to the Feb block of ECP, thanks for those 4 days.

For once in those 3 years,

i loved uni.

literary confusions/confuscious

history. according to to a very reliable online source (google search) the origin of the word comes from:

Middle English histoire, from Old French, from Latin historia, from Greek histori, from historein, to inquire, from histr, learned man; see weid- in Indo-European roots

reallly? wrong? i disagree.. i mean, any fool can clearly see the origin of the word was his+story= hisstory =history, the kiwis obviously said it like her+story= herstory which became shortened to history, because we all know that back in the day, everyone was a chauvinist and thought males were of more importance. hah! fools!

Isn't that how history is acquired anyway? stories being passed down from one generation to another? anyway i will leave you with that.

getting back to reality is boring

lazy bed days

i've spent the last 2 days curled up in the warmth of my bed... ultimate BLISS! and then studying.. which explains my return to the blogging world. my escape! my sanctuary! its really cause i can pretend i'm working but i'm not. anyway, getting to the point

. friends, there are so many different kinds.. there are the ones who you see often but don't talk much when you're apart, the see often and talk to heaps, the see sometimes and barely talk, and see sometime and talk a lot. and then the ultimate treasure.. the barely see, but are apart of you, and they listen alot.. and talk alot too. i have a few of these, and i know that across time and seas and what not, i can call on them. One such friend used to climb trees with me, we were both young, naive, hated wearing skirts cause they got in the way of climbing things, and hated boys (because at 7, boys are gross, except a boy called brian chan, who is now... reallly gross). She inspires and amazes me, she has a quiet assertiveness to

her, and grace like no other. she'll be coming soon.. i can't wait to catch up on lost time. we'll climb trees once more maybe.. but boys aren't gross anymore.. and i do love a dress or two.

also..

happy 21st birthday beautiful!

who said he would love me even if i had a mustache.

(what a hunk)

nanna dates and my new "must have"

so i've just finished sort of cleaning my room cause der fuhrer has threatened to take away Lola{car} rude much? anyway, i'm finished and i've been googling my newest and latest obsession.. maybe i will get mr. b to help me source and renovate one in the future to match with my currently non existent vintage holden.. i'm raving about vintage caravans! they are so extraordinarily cute. if i got one of these i reckon i've probably died and gone to motoring enthusiast

heaven. here are some photos.

so lately i've been spending more time with my nan. at 89 she is still fiercely independent and hates having to have anyone do anything for her. she still does all the cookin

g at home and what not. anyway i took her out for lunch on friday which was nice. i liked that for after 21 years of caring for me i was looking after her and not the other way round. we went shopping, which she hasn't done a while cause her silly nerves are acting up. she was terribly cute the other day when mr.b asked about her to tell him about what happened with her during the war era. haha she started herstory from when she was a baby. she's filled with lovely stories. like the other day when i was helping her clean up her room and we found a hat and she proceeded to tell me how she bought it in adelaide and how it was really clever cause it had 2 sides but then she said : i think i will give it away.

So, we decided to take a photo of her and the lovely hat so on day we'll remember this story.

*89 yrs old and she still goes to uni.*

in other news here are some photos of some goodies i have made and bought and received. miss t bought me the cutest book ever. the miggy tree it is called.

*inside of the miggy tree book from miss t*

*L-R clockwise from the top: the frightened wolf(op-shop), embroidery stitches book no.2 by needlework (inherited), woman's own transfer book (inherited, miggy tree (miss t), bertie's escapade by kenneth grahame (op-shop)*

*lovebirds*

*strawberry cheesecake cupcakes with surprise strawberries in the middle*

*durian cuppycakes! not for the fainthearted*

morning runs

i'm not a morning person at all but there is nothing more exhilarating then waking up in the wee hours of a winters morning where the sun is beginning to shrug off the blankets of darkness and begins to cast a dim glow over the barely waking city. When everything is still that gray blue and the light begins to dance in the morning dew, climbing into the car with the heater on low and having the windows down so that icy coldness numbs your nose and awakens you. Being soothed by the tunes of zee avi in her mellowed voice.

sometimes we wait and nothing happens.

two years into my course,i still feel the same, nothings changed, not much. Maybe i'm forcing myself in trying to like the course. Still, it's only 2 more years and besides, i still have no idea as to what i want to do. A million things come to mind when asked what i want to do. there is that one thing... rewind, late 08 early 09, back to a little village surrounded by rice fields in rural cambodia. a weathered face comes to mind,a face carved by hardship that magically breaks into a smile despite everything that has happened. a little old lady, whose only surviving relative is a daughter stricken with AIDS who is struggling to make ends meet. rewind to the old man sleeping beneath a blanket of cardboard in the dust and dirt of Phnom Phen. no one does a thing to help because of their belief in karma. according to them, they deserve to suffer for a sin committed in a supposed previous life. at 2:14am in the morning, all i can think of is my want to do something, anything to give the elderly a better life. long have they been forgotten as children are still "young" and are better "investments" whilst the elderly have experienced life and hence have lived. what happened to dignity? what happened to social justice? maybe, this course, this stupid 4 year course i'm forcing myself through will eventually fund this desire of mine.. who knows. i might surprise myself if i dream big.

tomorrow, 1 month. ohlove

and if one day you wake up

and find that you're missing me....

have you ever lost a friend momentarily for whatever reason only to rekindle it again and find what it was that made you fall in love with them in the first place? its happened a fair few times in the last few weeks and if i could draw/film the images that i can see in my head i would be able to show you exactly how it makes me feel... it's like a drop of paint splashing into your soul, livening up nooks and crannies you forgot existed. And they'd grow outwards and fizzle off into every other part of you. Or like someone playing an instrument and you find yourself unfathomably happy when you hear a once familiar tune.. oh the wonders of rediscovered friendship...

also.. i found the cutest cafe.. 

which also makes me very happy

not as happy as you

nana date

i had the day off uni today so i went to pick my nan up from a hair appointment and we set off to get lunch... being of asian origin.."white people food" as she puts it.. was out of the question [to my dismay] BUT then i remembered that i was hankering for a good ol malaysian hawker style dish.. my beloved "char kuey teow" and it just so happened every time i go to the this place called "claypot king" it'd be closed. So i finally managed to douse the fires of cravings!

 but anyway, back to my nan... she's in her late 80's and she is tough as nails for someone of her age, sure she walks slower and does things alot slower than she used to, but she did participate in a fundraising marathon.. AND she could probably make a grown man cry. now, sometimes my nan acts up and she tells us how to do things she doesn't know how to do and it annoys the crap out of me. but i had a blast with her today, she was awfully cute when the guy got our order wrong and she pretended like it was fine cause she didn't want him getting into trouble.. and she tipped him anyway later even though i said he got out order wrong... haha and also..she is rather vain [ this is where i get all my shoppoholic tendencies from] i remember her showing me her black and white photos which had been coloured in and finding a box of her old hair pieces which turned her crop of hair into a whopping beehive. I kinda wish i knew her when she was younger, she would've been such a beauty!

i love her clothes : )

flashback!

       

daddy :20 yrs    decades later me : 20 yrs

totally a daddy's girl