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there is always a kid in us…


A friend, D, from my previous workplace is here for a whirlwind work trip. So, R (his intern) and I showed him around Canberra on Sunday afternoon. It was good fun, and I am really glad to be showing anyone from Singapore around Canberra.It will be good to have YW in ANU sometime in the later part of this year.

We covered a fair bit of ground just by walking around. We went around the City, around ANU, my office to take shelter from the rain, around the lake all the way to the National Museum, had dinner at Pancake Parlour, and chilled at Knightsbridge, which really is by far my favourite chill-out place in Canberra (apart from cafes). Yes, that was a lot of walking we did.


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March 21, 2011 at 08:45

not happy

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I have honestly reached a point where I am tired of opening my mouth to communicate with some.

Some really need to learn that a “no” means a “no”, not a “yes”, not anything else. Just take today in the lab for example, I was working on the code, while another guy friend is done. So, he turned over and said excitedly “Come and have a look”. Of which, I told him I am busy and still working on my code. He kept doing it for a couple of times, giving my chair a shake and just wouldn’t take “NO” for an answer. Look! Which part of my reply did you not comprehend?

I was busy working on my code, and I did not want to have a look at your code, because there wasn’t any point in doing so. That would have meant looking at the solution.


This is why I am so tired at the end of each day. Not only do I have to deal with research, my other commitments, there are also guys like such to deal with.

I think I am starting to resemble what is described in this post on “Turning 30 by Andy Rooney” in many ways, which isn’t a bad thing.

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March 10, 2011 at 13:36

missing the quiet me.

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apart from this, this is something else I am trying to practise/force upon myself these days.

think more, listen more, talk less. wisdom is one of the rarest commodities these days.

I have become a lot noisier over the years, partly due to work experience where I was trained to present and “defend” my work. Or, perhaps it’s just Canberra. I miss the meaningful conversations in life, the times where I can remain silent, listen and process my thoughts. Give me that anytime, over having to argue in conversations, just because some people just can’t hold normal conversations here in Canberra.

Whatever it is, most of the people in college aren’t going to be seeing much of me these days. I figured that if I need to put in much, much, much more effort and hours to submit in June 2013, no later than that. With 24 hours a day, time is better well spent on the PhD, meaningful conversations, and people that matters.

On a different note, I’m pretty pleased with my run in the gym last night – 2.4km in 15 minutes. Nothing fantastic, but it’s been 2 weeks since my last run. It’s time to start training for this Mother’s Day Classic 10km run that Kas and I are planning to enter, and hopefully the Gold Coast Half Marathon in July.

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March 9, 2011 at 09:14

Commencement 2011

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Second year in college. So, how does that feel? There are times I feel a little too old for college, particularly when I never had a college experience till I started my PhD actually. Yet, there are other times, I feel absolutely thankful to have college friends around. I may not be in all events, mostly going MIA actually. But, I’ve made a few good friends, particularly one.

Good company. Rather good food. Lots of big band dancing, with the guys that I never did think could dance that well (I can’t dance well either). Lots of spins and twirls.

Thank you Mushi for being there last night, and for always being there when I needed her. I was feeling a little down after the dinner when we headed out for more partying. Alcohol certainly didn’t help. Isn’t it strange that the closest friend I have in Canberra where I can tell her anything and everything without being judged is a med student? Funny isn’t it how what seemed like a fun night could lead to one where I just broke down in tears?

For now, it’s back to a lifestyle of no more alcohol and healthy food. Looking forward to being good! Two weekends of alcohol after two months of no alcohol was enough. So was the macca’s meal I had last night (after many months of not eating macca’s!)

On another note, I hope people around me would stop commenting that I have lost a fair bit of weight. Everyone who has seen me recently are telling me that, so much so it’s freaking me out a little. I still want to lose another 5 to 6kg. I have just been eating healthily and been mostly on my diet. I still have my three square meals, eating badly at times. However, the weight has coming off and fluctuating a little. I suppose that’s normal, especially when you are in the normal weight range. I am guessing that the operation to remove the dermoid tumour did help get my hormones back to normal, which probably explains why the weight is coming off. I was gaining a fair bit of weight last year, and found it hard to lose them which was probably partly due to bad eating as well as the hormones that went haywire. So, just let me be?

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March 6, 2011 at 00:26

magneta, not purple!

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“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s ok though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who’s an 8-color type.. I’m like, “hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like, “oh, you mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, “no – I want magenta!”

– John Mayer

It’s true. Where are the magnetas and the 64 colour boxes? For me, Asian/Singaporean men are like 8 colour boxes. I can’t seem to converse with them on the same wavelength. They either think I am too argumentative or just not docile enough.

I haven’t been looking. But, this week has been an extremely exhausting one, with many phone  conversations that only points towards the inefficiency that plagues this country. At the end of the day, all I want is a meaningful conversation, which apparently is so unattainable as well. I find myself having to argue with the guys I talk to, because they wouldn’t stop teasing me. I find myself having to think of sentences to rebutt what they tell me. I am tired.

It certainly does’t help that I only had one meaningful conversation for the whole of this week. It was an unexpected one as well. But, thank you for that. I rather have one meaningful conversation, than none.

We could all do with some sincerity.

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February 18, 2011 at 23:44

Posted in About Me, Friends, Quotables

pronounce my name properly or leave me alone

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I don’t mind people calling me Jay Z, jazz, jazzy, jazi, jas and the list goes on. Nicknames are certainly fine.

But, it’s not okay when you start calling me “Jasmineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”. It annoys me to no end when someone calls me by name and drag on the last syllable. Did going to school not help with your pronunciation?

A friend told me recently that people loves annoying me because I get “annoyed” easily. I believe in being nice to people and that there’s goodness in everyone. I can be sarcastic and mean if I want to be. But, I don’t see why I should be sarcastic every single day. Is that how you want to live your life? With a tinge of sarcasm? Sarcasm is an art, but you don’t do it everyday.

So, when someone went about and called me “Jasmineeeeeeeeeeeeeee” today, I told him off. I told him straight in his face to either pronounce my name properly or stop calling me. I have a name for a reason. I was annoyed, and I made sure he knows it well enough not to repeat this again.

Last week was a rough one. I sure hope this week will be a better week. Whatever it is, it is time to declutter my life.

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February 7, 2011 at 13:08

Posted in About Me, Friends, PhD


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The other day, Mushi was telling me that friends can’t be depended on, which is why we depend on ourselves.

I suppose that’s true. What happened last Sunday only served to reinforce this. Well, basically, I had called on a friend to help to move the freezer and tv – the heaviest items I own, which I can’t manage. Several reminders and umpteen calls on the day itself. But, the friend failed to show up because the alarm clocks weren’t good enough. I was naturally a little disappointed but not angry, perhaps just ‘cos I did ask a month in advance and all. At the end of the day, I managed to get the college cleaners (the guys), and two other guy friends in Burgmann to help.

I guess that’s also the reason why I never got anyone to help me with moving when I was in Brissy. With all 4 moves, I shifted all by myself, and with the help of a cab. I do not like asking for help, if there isn’t a need for that. I guess I’m stubbornly independent in that manner.

At the end of the day, there are only a selected few friends in Singapore, and perhaps one or two here in Canberra that I know I can trust my life with. These are the friends I know I can rely on when I need help, or just about anytime. These are the friends I know that will stay for life. The rest are perhaps nothing but passer-bys.



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February 4, 2011 at 01:10

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