tell me about it

Me and Bin with the Hall 8 officers who have put up with such a lot of crap from the both of us (especially especially me so many times) and who are yet incredibly friendly and helpful and sweet and really nice.  Heh.  I’ll miss living in their hall.

Me and roomie on the last day we were in hall together.  We had a Mac’s delivery lunch for good times’ sake and then took a picture with our picture.  Heh.

姑姑 and my mother wearing wigs (that Johanna used for her school drama).  My mother actually looks quite fetching with long straight hair eh!

This is my room! After moving back home.  This is my “Xiaomin Corner” because it was created after being inspired by her little corner back in hall.  :D

My sweet baby hiding under the table in my Xiaomin Corner!

I HAS A TOFU!

Shyam found Tofu Man!!  AAAAHHH HAPPINESS!  And now I has a Strawberry Tofu!  I HAS!! I DO!  *BEAMS*

I hate everything that begins with AC and ends with Milan. Also anybody whose name starts with Filippo and ends with Inzaghi. Urgh. URGH.

Well, I have to say that Pool did put up a good performance though just didn’t make enough of our chances at goal…and Mascherano and Pennant were simply brilliant.  Xabi also executed this really gorgeous side step to keep the ball away from Milan.  Kuyt’s last-gasp goal just wasn’t enough though it really kept me hoping for a repeat stunning surprise comeback.  Meh.  Sadness.  Kewell played and played pretty well though so I suppose I’m just gonna have to be happy that his performance means he might have a chance of not getting sold next season heh.  I loves Kewell I do.

Also Liverpool has the best damn fans in the world and like Huat said, no amount of money that Abramovich spends can buy him the same for Chelsea.  HA.

Sad, depressed, horribly upset, and ready to bring the trophy (trophies!) back next season.

Awesome. This is the first promotional picture out of Heath Ledger as the new Joker in the upcoming Batman movie. They’ve really moved away from green wigs, haven’t they? Heath Ledger looks bloody terrifying here. I’m really scared of the Joker now.

I watched Pan’s Labyrinth last night, too. It was so violent that I had to occasionally pause the movie and go cuddle my cat and lament that people are terribly, terribly, twisted, kitten, and don’t you love me and cootchie cootchie coo I wuvs you too baby cat! And then I could go back and watch a little bit more of Pan’s Labyrinth.

Let me tell you, that Pale Man is downright terrifying. But I wish they’d focused more on the fantasy and the fantastic than on the real-life violence, because the faun and the Pale Man could definitely have gotten more screen time than that horribly psycho El Capitane who sliced the poor rebel’s hand in half and smashed another’s face in repeatedly with cold calculated blows with the back of a flashlight, and I need to go cuddle my kitty again.

And just to wrap up the movie talk, I’m catching Pirates of the Caribbean later with my brothers and Yu Hsien and Leanne. Arr, me mateys! I sincerely hope the theatre is devoid of any noisy children.

And then later tonight is not quite a movie but definitely something that’s in the arena of a heartstopping thriller - THE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE, ALL RIGHT BABY! I’m ready for Liverpool to win it for the sixth time, oh yeah, oh yeah, LIVERPOOL!

Risi requested this song so here it is. Discovered this song in Israel where George, our lovely tour guide, had it on a CD that he was playing in the bus. This year’s Israel trip will cost $3300 and I’m thinking of saving up for it with my salary. Brings back beautiful memories :)

Download here.

The touch of His hand will let me know
He takes me in and lets me go
If not for love, who would believe
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
In you and me

We’re lifted up by angels
Higher than the world
Strong enough to leave it
Bound to learn the secrets
Angels never heard
Close enough to heaven
Far above the rain
Darkness cannot reach us
Let the angels teach us
Only love remains
We’re lifted up by angels

To understand yet never say
How every plan would fade away
If not for love, where would we be
Ashes to dust
Water to rust
Eternally

We’re lifted up by angels
Higher than the world
Strong enough to leave it
Bound to learn the secrets
Angels never heard
Close enough to heaven
Far above the rain
Darkness cannot reach us
Let the angels teach us
Only love remains
We’re lifted up by angels

Lifted up by angels
Given wings to fly
Leave the night behind us
Trust the light to find us
Even as we rise

I’d rather forgive you than forget you.

I’m not sure you understand that.

Well I said I’d lost weight but I’m gaining it back like a champ. It’s 2.20am and I’m craving McWings from McDonald’s with their delectable sweet chilli sauce.

I’m grumpy. I want to be back in hall with Xiaobin where I can satisfy these strange urges to eat unhealthy processed foods at unholy hours in the morning.

This song is just so unbelievably sad and sweet…my latest ear candy cuz it’s been on repeat for ages, and completely reflects how I feel… :(

Tried to translate this into English and gah, English just makes the sweetness of this song sound so trite and sappy. Better to read this in Chinese; for those who can’t read Chinese, click on the word “more” below the Chinese to read the (very awful) English translation. Take a listen.

黑夜渗透了想念
偷不走微光闪现的千种画面
我背着伤痛离开
孤单拖着记忆支离破碎
原以为不会改变
眼泪在脸颊上干枯失去知觉
我的心挣脱了爱
跟随着夕阳埋进了海洋

为什么相爱的人却又为爱而纷争
现实的翅膀扰乱原本幸福的气氛
我有我的过错
我有我的疑惑
藏在面对面的折磨背后
为什么让爱躲进乌云密布的天空
随着风漂流在外一点一点的散落
慢慢远离的梦
渐渐冷却冰封
心痛当初相遇的心动

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Sorry for the weepy posts lately.

My grandfather has been gone for a week today and it’s been surprisingly difficult to let go. You think it should end with the funeral but it doesn’t. Helping my grandmother clear up his stuff is painful; and it’s startling how often I think oh, I should drop by the hospital later since I have time, and then I realize that there’s absolutely no reason to do so anymore. I was there so often the last month that it’s hard to adjust to not trying to work a hospital visit into my daily schedule anymore. It’s just that realizing he’s gone hits me at the weirdest times, and I keep seeing his face in my head, replaying his dying moments, replaying all the things that happened in the last few months. Feeding him, cleaning him, turning him, massaging him, clipping his nails even. Remembering how he nodded when I asked him if he knew that I love him. Wondering if he really knew what I was saying. Hoping.

I really miss him. And I wish I’d loved him more before he got ill.