of resolutions and surfaces

it's been easier nowadays and it's been better too.

i guess sometimes, you just need to dig deep down or rather just scratch the surface to get to that little bit of realisation. and sometimes, that's all that matters.

it's a tad late for resolutions.
but this year, i resolve to not only scratch the surface of issues, dig deep down, but also to trust and have faith in me and my treasured ones around me.

heck, it's kinda a lot for me to take in, but it's worth a try because i'm tired of feeling insecure and being hung up by nothing.

*I am Mel and I am worth it*

i'm back in Melb again.
and it feels good.
the wind and chilly air does wonders for one's countenance.
i no longer care.

**
so many movies and so little money.


**V day is so overrated**

i long to be the rebel
but there can only be one
and i can't be that
i am conditioned to be this.

**

why is it so hard?
it should be easy.
but you've got to work at it.

i'm in this phase now. it's the Mel's shoes phase.
and i'm totally loving high heels, pumps, peeptoes, flats, wedges, my black trusty flipflops (which i'm going to bling it out as soon as i find the right bling).

but not so much of the sandals type.
and i just bought two lovely pair of flats yesterday.
uber happy now.

you know what?

forget it.

i am doing it.

i am rash and bold.

you made me do it.

that's why i am doing it, for my sake and for curiosity's sake.

of curiosity and that memory

memories are die-hard little things.
and i still wonder what you're doing this very instant and whether you're happy or not.

i should have acted the usual me - rash and bold.
but i did not and now i wonder.

i searched you today, you know?
yes, i'm that curious.

and curiosity kills the cat.
i shouldn't anymore.

i will not.
i will not.
i will not.
i will not.
i will not.
i will not.

of happy endings and the make-believe

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life
Can't get no love without sacrifice
If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well
A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I feel as if I'm wasted
And I'm wastin' everyday

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind
Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around
If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep
I can think that we just carried on


We can always tell what's a person like with the books on the bookshelves.
and right now, Meg Cabot and Sophie Kinsella is right in the middle.
that tells a lot about me, though i would like to think that i have a bit more depth than my Cabot books.
but ultimately, i am a girl.
and i want a fairytale.
though i know reality catches up on you and bites you in the butt.


**the girls were wonderful today and my butt is sore from all the ice skating we did**

of fabulosity and chocolate facials

ever since i'm back, i have been feeding myself on a steady diet of Astro cable TV that is like chicken soup for the soul.
and i am in love with this reality TV show, Kimora: Life In The Fab Lane.

and oh my goodness, the things the rich and famous do.

she has this Blackberry blinged out with diamonds and pretty pink crystals.
she shops for an LA mansion using a helicopter.
she has this convertible custom made with her initials in gold.

everything has to be "Fabulosity" with that lady.

and the way she treats her two daughters who are just aged 4 and 6, it's oh my goodness again!

they get frequent chocolate facials and cupcake manicures and pedicures. (hello, why would a kid get facials? they don't even have pimples!)
instead of shopping at a good ole Toys R Us, they go straight to the source itself, Mattel factory to shop for never-before-seen, not-on-the-market toys.

and oh, did i mention that the kids have their own clothing label, in conjuction with their mum's label, Baby Phat??

so, when Christmas comes, i wonder what they ask Santa for? world peace?

of the white Christmas and undance-able beats

One thing that i have not had yet is a white white Christmas complete with a roaring fireplace and hot chocolate with mini marshmallows and a dog curled up next to me.

even if i did stay back in Melbourne for the holidays, it would still not be a white Christmas. it would be super hot and full of flies. so much for the holiday spirit...

so we had our annual Christmas Eve dinner at the usual swanky place yesterday night, complete with bubbly.

and being the usual party-starved animal that i am, i made a deal that i had to just try the night life scene in JB.

so armed with BodyShop's silver glitter eyeliner and heels, i dragged my still underage brother and two way-overaged parents to the clubs.

so first stop was this club that had people talking about like it was the hottest spot in town.
but boy, was it an exaggeration.
the DJ was spinning out-of-beats house-like music. I like house music, no doubt. but that music was un-dance-able.
and dancing? oh man, there wasn't even a decent dancefloor.
the place was just full of small tables with people standing around it, sipping their beers.

excuse me, but where is the dancing swaying sweaty bodies full of pumped adrenaline and alcohol and the latest beats in the industry?

i am so heading back to Melbourne for my party fix.
maybe I'll even settle for Singapore.

so my date for that day must have read my blogpost.

he brought me to Coffee Club and asked what my order was.
and he called the waiter and gave him both our orders.

it's a small thing, I know.
but hey, i like it.
and he never did that before. *smiles*

of gingerpeople and the food processor

I'm currently trying to prove my worth at baking. And since it is nearing Christmas, decided that i just had to make some gingerbread men with cute little gumdrop buttons and chocolate chip eyes!! so ala Gingy the gingerbreadman from Shrek, don't you think?



"Do you know the muffinman??" -Gingy from Shrek 1

"Not the gumdrop button!!" - Gingy from Shrek 2



but so far, i have many batches of Gingy-lookalikes that are headless or limbless and sometimes even both.

the darn cookie dough just wouldn't stay glued to each other during the baking process!!
*&%$#@!


but I am going to make a perfect one with gumdrop buttons and choc chip eyes even if i have to finish all the flour in my house!!

it's just right on top of my list of things to do before you die.


and I promised to make a Chuck and a Chickles!!

those are the names of my yet-to-be-perfect gingerbreadman and gingerbreadwoman.


Day 1 of gingerbreadman-making is officially a failure. shall continue tomorrow.


but in the meantime, mum made this successful, perfect Apricot Crumble (and i helped made the heavenly apricot puree in the middle).

so she had the bragging rights at the dinner table today, what with my batches of gingerpeople being headless and limbless.


so she went, "In every woman's kitchen, you must have a food processor." this being said due to the fact that the apricot crumble was made using the food processor only and not even a cake mixer.


so after a while, my cheeky monkey of a brother went, "So what about a man's kitchen?" this being said due to the fact that my brother is a good cook.


and my dad went, "Well, in a man's kitchen, you need a woman AND a food processor!" with that smug look on his face.


this being said due to the fact that my dad says the darndest things and i still love him.

of chivalry and feminism

i am a self-confessed romantic
who is in love with chivalry and the perfect lazy Sunday afternoon and the perfect whirlwind Friday city night tour complete with dazzling haute cuisine.

and

i am a self-indulgent realist
who is intoxicated with the sense of independence and the picture of equality between the sexes, essentially, the portrait of feminism.


so begs the question:
when the dinner tab comes, do I go dutch at it or
do I let my date pick it up?

i do love a sense of being pampered and that I am worth the trouble and effort.
after all, it comes with the territory of female-ness.


but my sufffragette predecessors have not come all this way and marched for the voting rights of women for nothing. we work our arses off to be acknowledged by the world, and mainly our male counterparts. and i do hold on to that. i do want to be the epitome of female courage and wit and talent.

but sometimes, it's just good for the soul, nay, the female soul to let the male be the one in the driver's seat,
to swoon over flowers and gifts,
to let the male smile across the table and decide on your main meal,
to let him smile again at the end of the meal and say, 'Let me.',
to have him demand protectively that you let him escort you to the rock concert,
to open doors and pull out chairs for you,
to let him buy little trinkets for you occasionally,
to let him pamper you with surprises.


after all, we are worth the trouble, efforts, thoughts, moolah because we know it, we are equal counterparts.

of the pearl white-ness and material happiness

Mel is very happy now.

just a few months ago, i spilled green tea on my lappy and poof! it shortcircuited and died-ed on me. being clumsy me, it was hardly surprising.

so after 2 whole months of non-lappyness, i traded the old spoiled one in and got another brand new one instead!! yayness.

and yes, it's still a Toshiba lappy.
and yes, it's not in the "pearly white" that i expected (the brochure said PEARLY WHITE, but it looked hardly like the ethereal pearl-white I imagined)
and yes, it's not the pinko VAIO that i wanted for so so so long
and yes, on the outside, it looked like a toy keyboard with its OFF WHITE-ness.

but hey, it is STILL a lappy.
and a darn good one at that.

and hey, it has Windows Vista. and boy, are the graphics uber pretty!!

and i just installed my MSN which is awesome so i can talk to *you* whenever i want to.

i am contented now.

but if only, just only, it could turn into a pink VAIO, then i can die happy.

of Toys R Us and my shopping spree

instead of earning money, i have been doing quite the opposite.

my shopping spree yielded some fabulicious stuffs:
1. a Tamagotchi!! (it's ben sooo long but when i saw that pretty blue console in Toys R Us, i just had to have it. so with my brother, i bought one and it was so adorable. but the little voice in my head sings out that it is just going to be one of Mel's famous phases. but the child in me squashes the said voice with one of those colourful toy hammers that squeaks. so there, little voice!~!!)

2. a Deal or No Deal electronic game: now this was a bargain, again at Toys R Us!! it can play up to 4 players and it is utterly addictive with suspenseful music and lit-up scoreboards. how cool is that?! dad and mum are surprisingly hooked on it. and just last night, we had a few rounds, the four of us.

3. the Disney Pixar edition of Monopoly: when i saw the playing pieces (there were like Buzz, Lightning McQueen, Sulley and Boo and even Remy!!) and everything was Disney Pixar related. and i absolutely swoon at the baby JackJack Chance card!! there was no talking myself out of buying it. I HAD TO HAVE IT, being a self-respecting Disney AND Pixar fan.

Toys R Us made a huge load of money from suckers like me and my brother, i must say.

And i didn't even get clothes. i just got toys and toys.

it was uber fulfilling.

of stubborn ideals and my train of thought

"... I don't want to judge you but you brought it upon yourself,
I've said that it's fine with me,
but you know girls lie,
so we won't seem so vulnerable, Kitty,
we all want to be strong women that those suffragettes campaign for,
but yet, in time, it hurts, Kitty, it hurts,
and i just want it to stop..."

- The Suffragette's Daughter by Lincoln March -

thoughtful piece that transcends the ages and centuries.

until now, girls say something and mean something else all totally different, all for the sense of in control-ness that we want to feel, or perhaps fool ourselves into feeling. and also for the spirit of independence and self-reliance that the feminist movement has called for. after all, aren't we women the products of the 21st century where equality is present? but we still hang on steadfastly, stubbornly, foolishly, idiotically to the ideals of heroism and honesty.

you have to read what i just read and feel what i just feel to understand this train of thoughts that i have been fooling myself with.

of non-existent job offers and books

Jobs i have applied for: 3 (2 cinema jobs and 1 Watsons temp job)
Job offers till date: 0

Jobs my brother has applied for: 2
Job offers till date: 1
Job he is currently working: barista at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf

and my brother wasn't really even looking.
he just walked past CBTL and went, "what the heck... it looks cool alright" and he went in and came out with a freaking job.
just like that.

the unfairness of it all...
i am so destined to work, sleep and die at the hospital and nowhere else.
working at other places, however temporary, is inconceivable.

but the bright lining is that i get to catch up on my reading which is awesome, being the geek that i am. (am currently on A Spot Of Bother, having finished Infidel and The Kite Runner ~~ and on the hunt for the book version of Constantine)

and i cruised the malls of JB and have found nothing to my liking. i am in need of real retail therapy. anyone?


Aussie food that i miss: 2 (pasta and gelato- the hotness of Msian weather!)
& Polarchunk too...~~

of SWOT VAC and instantaneous gratification

SWOT VAC has officially started with one whole week of anti-socialness and skyhigh notes to be done. the last 400 metres to the finish line.

and the finish line means i am done with 1/6 of my meddie career! it does feel like it passed in an instant, with all my wonderful friends around me with their crazy antics. it's quite impossible to enjoy myself with them around.

but heck, must hold the champangne glasses and the celebratory 'pop' of alcohol. EXAMS are due in a week's time and i'm not even near it yet.

of the not-drunk-at-all Qi and KitKats

i am tired about memorising the many cycles that happens in the body.
it just goes round and round and round till there's no tomorrow.
but if there's no tomorrow, then the cycles will not go on, since we are going to be dead ey??

....

omg, i can't believe that i'm actually blogging about the citric acid cycle and all the crap that biochem forced down my throat...

i must be deranged and rabid-ranting from all the stuff that i will probably not use in clinics.

i should stop typing ridiculous posts and go for a bath.

yes, i will do just that.

and i need volumes of KitKat please, anyone?

i'm obsesssed with them now. screw the nutritional index on the wrapper.

Mel is not a happy Mel without KitKats.

but on a happier note, happy birthday to Qi who is finally legal and is one heck of a drinker. you put the shots down like there's no tomorrow girl!! Chian already officially invited you to join the club, what more can you ask for?? heck, i'm not even IN the club. and i don't think i can be, due to the fact that my ancestors are Chinese and do not have a whole lot of alcohol dehydrogenase in their genes that will break alcohol down. genes do determine most of the stuff we do and say ey? anyways, happy 18, Qi!! you're legal so don't do the things that i won't do ya?? hugs.

of frozen cheesecakes and Polarchunk

PolarChunk loves oreo cheesecakes and he just can't get enough of it that it's hilarious.
and he not only loves the cheesecake that i make, but he wants it to be frozen like a freaking hard block of ice cream sandwich, instead of the soft fluffy melt-in-your-mouth type.

sigh, the ridiculous things that i put up with.

oh and did i tell you that PolarChunk is obsessed with Lemon Lime & Bitter too??

of dimsum and rude waiters

silly me brought the camera out and forgot to take photos of today's yumcha session with Xin Nee, Jia Hong and Yi Yu (one fish!!). darn it.

and we had such a lovely lovely time, laughing about how i constantly use Yi Yu as the rubbish bin for all unfinished dimsums and the fact that the staff at Chinese restaurants in Melb are unbelievably rude to us!! and we all happen to have the same ancestors!!

for all that rude waiter know, my ancestor in China might have helped his ancestor out in times of trouble and saved his neck from mountains of debts and from the loan sharks' chopping block!!

oh well, other than that bitchy moment aside, it was all oh-so-great!! the girls were wonderful as usual and we had our greedy moments of the week, gulping down whole dimsums, resurfacing for air and gossip.

and then on to Melb Central where the girls had to get something for a 21st birthday party. and surprise surprise, we ended up at Diva, the one-stop shop for a Mother Day's pressie, a best friend's birthday pressie, a colleague's farewell gift. you can get anything for anyone for any occasion in it, i swear. it's a girl's accesories heaven, i tell you. and seeing as i'm in need of retail theraphy, i immediately jumped on the sales wagon and went into shopping la-la land and came out with loads for only 22 bucks!! awesome stuffs i got!!

after all, brightly coloured trinkets are my thing.
that and great friends who make you eat that last morsel of dimsum but take it away as soon as you gag on the taste of parsley in it.

of Oreo cheesecakes and the cooking goddess in my life

Jenna is legal from yesterday onwards. so happy birthday, Jenna!! and so to commemorate this milestone of limitless opportunities and responsibilities, i decided to bake a Oreo Non-Bake Cheesecake!! what else to show the TLC and spread it around ey??

and Phey Yee dearest wants the recipe so here you go, girl:

1 package Oreo cookies, divided
1/4 cup butter, melted
4 packages Philadelphia Cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 container Cool Whip Topping, thawed

1. Line a 9x13 inch pan with foil extending over sides of pan.
2. Coarsely chop 15 of the cookies; set aside.
3. Finely crush remaining cookies; mix with butter. Press firmly onto bottom of prepared pan. (but to add more oomph or flavor or the missing ingredient that chefs always talk about, i put a layer of blueberries! cooking is all about improvisation in the right amounts)
4. Refrigerate while preparing filling.
5. Beat cream cheese, sugar, and vanilla in large bowl with mixer on medium until well blended. (seeing as i had no mixer, Kelvin and me took turns to hand-stir the miture till soft. now i have well-defined biceps!!)
6. Gently stir in whipped topping and chopped cookies.
7. Spoon over crust; cover.
8. Refrigerate 4 hours or until firm.

and voila!! a really awesome cheesecake that requires no baking and no burnt crusts and no half-cooked insides. and i remember this recipe was first given to me by my best friend, Sheau Shiuh and she was a kitchen goddess at that time and still is i suspect. she can do the most amazing things with normal everyday ingredients. and when we were neighbours (we used to live around teh corner from each other until her dad cruelly moved them to a much further suburb.), her mum used to cook this Hakka delicacy which had green tea and all sorts of yummy veggies in it and i would always go over and have second and third helpings. until this day, i love that dish and try to eat it at hawker centres but it will never taste the same as her mum's.

and when i went over, she would just let me in and i would find my way around the house, beaching myself on the couch. and we used to have sleepovers even though i could very well go back to my house which was less than a few steps away to sleep. and she used to have this very flat pillow of hers that she would let me sleep on and which i found difficult to sleep on on the 1st night but after that, it became MY pilow. until this day, i think she stil has it.

and the extra special bond was the fact that we born on the same day, in the same ward, same hospital and delivered by the same doctor. only she was older than me by 2 hours. and her mum remembered seeing my mum being wheeled into the ward taht she was in 19 years ago. and we used to think that i was the older twin until years later, we whipped out our birth certs and lo and behold, i became the younger twin and the always-blur her remembered the wrong time of birth!! and she became my older sister. but i think i was the protective one, i was the outspoken one. so anyone who bullied her faced my wrath. but she was the gentle one, the calm one, so she kept me in check, not letting me go overboard with my gung-ho instincts.

she's doing her STPM now and she's busy as ever and she has grown so much more and i am proud of her. even though we've probably had our own different group of friends now, she will always be part of my life and she will always be the older twin and my non-biological sister.

of Yahoo! Food and meatloafs

i'm in the architecture library now, getting some work done on the computer.
the brownless feels soo much more at home for me~~ proves that i indeed transcend into the medical nerd mold.

but having said that, mel's newest phase is surfing the Yahoo sites for yummylicious recipes!a a truly weird addiction. people have their caffeine fix, movie fix and i have my looking-at-yummylicious-recipes fix. it's enough to refresh my brain after a bout of serious a-nerding.
and and and...
i get to improve my culinary skills!!

okay, maybe it's different on thw website and when doing it. but hey, i can get the basics down pat!!

Yahoo!Food recipes that are currently on Mel's faves-and-can't-wait-to-try-out list:
1. chicken noodle soup (i always dreamt of making the perfect broth for those cold sick-ly days...comes with the territory of being a meddie)
2. Oreos Philadelphia non baked cheesecake (will be trying this out for Jenna's birthday this weekend and is absolutely baking-oven-free and takes half hour to prepare!! awesome, ain't it??)
3. toffee choc chip cookies
4. the eggplant minced beaf lasagne
5. apple dumplings
6. the various salad dressings
7. italian minestrone soup
8. MEATLOAF!! (i have always had a fascination with meatloafs and growing up in an Asian and meatloaf-free environment makes me crave it even more!! but without an oven in my apartment, it is a lost cause indeed. and the fact that it is crucified as the unhealthy food of the American culture makes me desire it even more!! forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. and i have even heard that unscrupulous restauranteurs even put innards and mystery meat in it instead of lean mince!!)
9. a perfectly cooked steak

of Ballarat and the trip that was...

seeing as how i have to catch America's Next Top Model finale in 30 minutes and am reading about the liver at the same time, shall make this a picture post with the least bit of explanations.
so, 1 week of holidays did not allow any mega excursions or road trips that i am dying to have. instead, me, PJ, Kelvin and Jenna packed our overnight bags for a small wee trip to Ballarat.

PJ's signature look for the trip: pimp-ey whenever surrounded by girls

the guys with the bottle of sparkling wine we finished which had no effect on my rationale which was really surprising, given the low low low tolerance for alcohol i have.. still, a yummy drink!!
the three med amigos who went a-wandering to Ballarat with 3 changes of clothings in their bags

always wanted to try the kissy kissy pose but in this case, didn't work out well... proves that I can never the camwhore type...

and Kelvin woke up the next morning feeling a chill in the air despite being in his Mr Lazy jammies and decided to do some gymnastics to warm up..

Jenna and me having a girly moment together..

okay, we had a few girly moments together...

and the guys too have their bonding moment over games of English Bagatelle....

and they too needed their vanity moment...

and nolstalgia sets in complete with black and white photos and emo poses as the trip comes to an end and as we look down the path of uni starting again...and one last back glance at the trip that was Ballarat....

of Sunday night rituals and old-fashioned arcade games...

oooh, can i just say that the Gold Class Cinema in Crown is just to-die-for??!! they have these cool seats that u can recline into this flat bed and they even give u pillows and blankies if you are cold. and get this, u can order food and drinks all from your seat. awesome stuff!!

and today, i suddenly realize that i have been suppressing my inner child for way way way way too long. i have deprived her of ice creams, lollies, stuffed animals, arcade games and basically just spontaneity. so when we got to Crown's arcade games centre, it was like my childhood once again.

when i was a kid, back in the past, every Sunday, dad used to bring me and my brother to the Arcade Game Centre in Plaza Pelangi on 5th floor and he would give us 10 dollars worth of tokens to play as we wish. and let me tell you that this was the time my brother enjoy the most, before there were playstations and Xboxes. it was plain old arcade games. and boy, was that fun!! dad would just accompany us on our little rounds, acting like a kid again. i think that was always his excuse of going all 5-year-old on us. and we would diligently and painstakingly collect all the tickets that we won from those smarmy games designed to cheat little kids' money, hoping one day that we would be the proud owner of some really cool present that we saw in the store exhange window. until now, i never did remember whether we changed anything for those bundles of tickets we won. i only remembered til this very day what games me, my brother, my dad and my mum would play.

the basketball one with hoops higher than my dad....
the game with the scary girl where you had to knock out all her teeth with balls....
the Daytona racing game where my dad always challenged my brother to it and thrashed him at it. i remember that was when dad taught my brother everything he knew about the gear shifts to thrash any opponent in Daytona.... and in return, in some vicious cycle, my brother thrashed me....
the flat table game like ping pong....
those cheesy shooting zombies games that my brother loves....

it was always our family's Sunday night ritual after dinner.



recalling all these brings bittersweet tears.

MUD and HEELS do not mix

so Med Ball is coming up and contradictory to societal beliefs that meddies are not party animals, this Med Ball boasts a private train to the venue and then two more private trains from the said venue to the after party at this cool club in Melb, GPO!!

but there is the shadow of debate on whether the venue for the ball is a cool thing because of some grand idea, we are having it in the middle of a race course, the Flemington Racecourse.

yes, it's the place where they race horses and they take bets and where the latest equine flu took place.

geez. of all places to choose, they chose a freaking racecourse.

so where are we gonna sit, mister and missus smarty pants who came out with this brilliant idea??

on the field?? in the mud??

in my freaking high heels that i still haven't mastered on solid concrete ground, let alone soft squishy mud...

and hello?? even though it says SPRING in Melb on the calendar, it is NOT spring on my calendar and thermostat!! it drops to freaking 12 degress at night!! and in the middle of the racecourse with no solid concrete walls around me, it will be the Artic Circle all over again.

and call me a romanticist (is there such a word?? ergo realist), but i imagine a ball to be ala Cinderella's... soft lights, tinkling china, hush of voices, music, WARMTH, SOLID SAFE GROUND FOR HEELS.....

but hey, i shall not spoil the romantic notion that is the Med Ball. i shall soldier on with whatever perceptions i have and arrive at the racecourse with a shimmering facade, and pray that my heels do not go quick-sand on me and leave me floundering armpit-high in mud.

of Andrew's curiosity and spider pigs

i just love The Half Pipe, don't you?

the comfy squishy beanbags and the Mcker's fries were oh-so-good...
and Homer Simpson was just so stupidly funny.

*...spider pig, spider pig, does whatever a spider pig does. can he swing from a web? no, he can't, he's a pig. look out, it's spider pig..."

and then on to dinner at Garage with the meds for Andrew's pre-birthday dinner. Happy early 18th birthday, dude!! you so need to come up with a list of things to do since you are L-E-G-A-L. me and Frida will take care of it once you are done. but like Frida says, anything other than the live female anatomy is in the limits of what we can do for you. just keep that in mind when you write the list. we so drew the lines of limits for you already, birthday boy.

hope you enjoyed the Blackforest Gateau that we bought you ya? coz me and Kelvin had a debate in the middle of the Crown Bakery on what to get you. but too bad taro cake was sooo not on our list. next year, that'll be your birthday cake alright? and for heaven's sake, do not go around being a curious cat alright? you just spoil all the good surprises that were meant for you!!

of wimps and alcohol

this week's PBL is enough to put me off alcohol for the rest of my life. well, not really. but still, makes me wanna think twice about that vodka shot that i'll down the next time i club.

alcohol causes cirrhosis
alcohol causes hepatitis (bet you didn't know that)
and makes your liver go all funny shape on you and when you're dead and they do a post mortem on you and dig out your liver, it will be so shrunken like a starving minute little pathetic thing taht you wonder from up above why the heck in the first place did you drink that extra can of light beer??!!

but still the alcohol industry makes damn a lot of money from that transient high that you get from downing a bottle of Bacardi and for some, the sense of cool-ness, in-crowd-ness you get from just nonchalantly holding that said bottle in a club, all in the name of blending in.

but heck, this PBL is not going to reform me into some wheatgrass-drinking, alcohol-abstaining saint coz i'm a teenager, for goodness sake. it is not good for my mental well-being and my growing up. call it a balanced diet with the presence of small amounts of alcohol.

after all, what am i gonna drink in clubs?? wheatgrass juice?? apple juice??
i'll look like a wimp.

happy 19th, jinsern!! hope u had a great time with us being the chefs and serving u food all the time and all the cute little cupcakes that *she* made... better say thank you real real nice ya??
but anyways, we all love u, hence the full-blown party that we had.
getting smoked out with BBQ sausages smell is sooo not my scent but still, it was great to hangout with the albert house girls once again, just like old times, pre-med-school-ish, which frankly, was so refreshing. you just digress back to where everything was just all about uncle andrew's dinners and midnight indo mee sessions. and trinity studies was just that, trinity studies, nothing much to moan and groan about, muss out my hair about.

but oh well, we all have to grow up, thus happy growing up, dude!! enjoy every second of it... it totally rocks ur socks when you suddenly find yourself old and grey...

p.s. it hurts when you yell like that...

of cravings and osmosis

oh geez... my head is reeling from all the citric acid cycle metabolites that i'm inhaling like nobody's business...

it's not amusing at all.

this tues exam will be terrible, i predict.

everyone else says so.

i shall not be any different.

on a different note, my internet is back online and i am freaking happy, except that it is very much dampened by the fact that the exam is sucking my soul out.

it's only 30 MCQ questions.

that's the darndest part of it all.

p.s. i hava a sudden craving to eat something spicy!! so utterly weird. must be the super cold weather. i have a craving to wear shorts and skirts and short sleeves and thongs and go out dancing in the sunshine with my sunnies on. but melb's sucky weather stops my fantasy in its tracks with a screeching halt. and i have a sudden craving to hop on to the train and stop at every stop on the track and get down and take pretty pictures and explore the place on foot. and i have a craving too of getting a dog, preferably a Golden Retriever. i miss the presence of a dog. and goodness knows how many years before i actually settle down in one place after years and years of studying and travelling to get the company of a dog. but i do want one soo soo soo much.

but most of all, i crave the ability to be able to absorb knowledge thru osmosis. that way, i can sleep on my med textbook and wake up the next morning with everything in my brain due to the info concentration gradient. blah..

goodness knows it but i want the Polaroid One600 Ultra!!

and the funky red lomocam of my dreams!!

call it my obsession...