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    Monday, July 16, 2007


    I'm irritated beyond cure. And that comes with 10 times of calling...and messaging. On different occasions and different days. AND it is IRRITATING when there is no response! =(

    Maybe it is the difficulty of being overseas. But then again, how is it that I can talk to my brothers and sisters overseas, so easily on Skype, on MSN, and by e-mail, from Australia to New Zealand to United Kingdom, to France, to Italy and to United States, but it is so difficult to talk to this one and only dear friend of mine who is not "over-the-seas" but rather, "over-the-borders"???!

    I hope the guilty one will read this post of mine. There's no other way to talk but only through here. And this is pathetically SAD!

    I feel like I'm losing touch. It's been many many months. I feel like the months in college was just but a dream. I feel like every one has gone every where, that there's only the surreal memories to hold on to.

    Maybe it is part of growing up...just a phase in life. Anyhow, it is only a matter of months that you turn 21, yes? Then again, you will probably forget me, and our friendship. Haiz. All my irritation, my anger, my frustration only means one thing: I miss you. Still keeping on to the promise I made to you.

    Jac dear, I miss you like crazy too. It's difficult being alone, out there, some where in some foreign land, I know. But hold on fast ok? And hold on true to Jesus, cuz He will see you thru... =)

    Paul, I miss you too. Your mei mei misses you. It's so hard to catch you online, to even talk to you...but I'm comforted to know that mon Seigneur, our Lord is taking care of you. Know that I'm always keeping you in prayer...

    I'm PMSing
    =(

     -Yours truly ;

    Wednesday, July 11, 2007


    "S'il Suffisait D'aimer" -Celine Dion-"If loving was enough"
    The meaning of this song is that, if love was enough to change the world, we would change the world for the best.

    Dieu, mon Seigneur, je me sens si au coeur brise. L'Esprit saint, m'aider s'il vous plait...

     -Yours truly ;

    Wednesday, July 04, 2007


    Back in London once again.

    I didn't go for the Mont Blanc Marathon at Chamonix in the end. Praise the Lord!!! Cuz if I had went, I wouldn't have known that my body wasn't used to the high altitudes. I knew it only after I went mountain biking when my muscles kept contracting even though I was at rest, and my vision blurred and I couldn't breath properly. My condition would have been worse if I had to run continuously for 22.5km up the mountains. And because I didn't go for the marathon, I could go mountain climbing up the mountains to the glaciers and snow, slowly getting used to the air as I huffed and puffed my way up the rocks and snow.

    After Chamonix was Paris. I love Paris. It really is a beautiful city. I realised that it really is scary if one doesn't know French, and is alone. Cuz even if I could understand French and speak french, it still was a little scary, especially walking back alone to the hotel at midnight. Paris is a beautiful city, with pretty fairy lights seen from the top of Eiffle tower, and picturisque landscapes, with the romantic backdrop of the evening sunset, as well as friendly Parisans who will talk to me in French when they know that I speak their language. Mais, je preferee la campagne. (But, I still prefer the countryside).

    I miss Monsieur and Madame Flechet. I miss Monsieur's kindly, and fatherly composure. I miss looking at him cook French cruisine as he patiently teaches me in French. I miss Madame's exuberant character, her funny, on-the-go 'come let's dance!' lively nature. I miss her laughter.

    And, I'm already missing the French cruisine and eating for hours until midnight.

    I'm going home soon. And I want to go home. Missing you all back at home also. I'm torn into two =/

    Praying that I will be able to come home despite the bombings. Needing all your prayers...thank you so much =)

     -Yours truly ;