Wednesday, May 16, 2007
LOVE: Mon, Tue and Fri!
In case you didn't know, Mon, Tue and Fri are my pet goldfishes. HAHAHAHA.
No way man.
In any case, here I am 15 minutes before class starts, and I'm supposed to do my readings but I REALLY CAN'T CARE LESS! Suki-senpai and SheeSHA and I have decided to meet up every Mon, Tue and Fri lol! Yay. So happy. Now all that's left are my crappy wednesdays and thursdays to get through. Oh well, what am I complaining about? Left only one and a half more weeks until semester ends, so I don't really mind. :) I think I really eat out too much leh, so much so that if i tell my parents they sure scold me, haha. Well, the trick is to NOT tell them right? Ahhaha. What they don't know can't hurt.
Ooh-er, almost forgot. Me and SheeSHA wenton a semi-shopping spree on tuesday lol! I finally managed to get a stuffed jacket! XD I've been looking for a jacket of that sort for eons, centuries, decades... Ok, you get my drift. So I was darn happy. Jess bought lots of stuff too, especially from Jay Jays. I didn't buy anything, since I didn't see anything I really liked. You know how jay jays puts some clothes damn high on the rack for display and people can't reach then? HAHA. So senseless. You hang so high and people see, of course they want to buy, but they can't GET AT IT cuz it's so high up. LOL. Figures why they have quite a few staff around. >.< For us shorties.
Speaking of shorties, I miss my milk. Waaahhhh. So long never buy milk liao, and I don't know when I can buy it next. maybe on Friday I'll just get off the tram at Coles to get some, despite the cold and the (probably) late hour I'm gonna go home by, and the infrequency of the night trams. Sigh. I'd like to say that I'd go to the ends of the world for milk, but sometimes that's hard to do. Maybe if you ask me to go to the ends of the world for Jack Sparrow, I might seriously consider it. Then again, in the end, all I'd do is give the matter lots of thought, and refuse to do it cuz I'm just so butt lazy. :P
Countdown: 10 min to class.
Yesterday night our Internet went gaga and even my genius cousin couldn't fix it, LOL. For some weird reason he likes to smear himself against my door as a substitute to knocking. O_o *shrug* I guess we all have our eccentricities. So I ended up reading Patricia Briggs' Blood Bound yesterday, and I only slept at around 4.30am because Blood Bound lived up to its predecessor, Moon Called, and I COULD NOT COULD NOT stop reading. XD OMG I love all her characters: Mercedes (Mercy), Adam, Samuel, Stefan, Warren and even Ben. XD oh, and Jesse and Honey, even though Honey was a bit bimbotic at first. LOL. I have never once NOT enjoyed Patricia Briggs' books. I'm just hoping fervently that she comes up with another sequel to Blood Bound, but it's highly probable so I'm not worried.
^~^
Mood: Highly contented and slightly smug.
Goodbye y'all!
...is what I said. Savvy?
1:47 pm
Monday, May 14, 2007
There's Squeaky Clean, and then there's Freaky Clean!
Don't ask me about the blog title. My answer is: I don't know! I think maybe that damn washing advert on TV is flapping around in my head. I like the slogan though, very clever. But today is a Monday, and I'm blogging about Friday, and maybe a bit of Saturday, but not Sunday for sure because I spent the day doing my news story analysis. Sheesh. (Sha seems to like this word)
SheeSHA.
SHASheesh.
XD
*ahem* Fridays are usually very boring. I've fallen into this routine of going to the city, visiting my usual haunt at Minotaur to get my weekly dose of manga, then going off to QV to get lunch (because I'm sick of the lunches at Trinity College), and then going off to the dining hall to meet with Lucia and Adlin (the ONLY time every week I get to see them at all). After that, I'll go to Law tute, and AFTER that I'd go to Coles Express to get my yummylicious organic full-cream milk. I'll take the tram home from there (and begin muttering curses at the peak hour crowds) and once I get home, I shove the milk into the fridge, go back up to my room, lie down on the bed and sigh. :)
But last Friday was special. Adlin had to do research for her essay, so we didn't meet up and I felt so bored and friend-less I felt like strangling someone. So I had free time to go shopping for more bling at Diva, and ended up getting sushi from QV. There were too many people, so I opted to tram up to the Lincoln Square park and munch happily on sushi away from the pressing crowds. My sushi got a little soggy on the trip there, but it was still nice cuz I like the fake crab meat and sushi. After that, I dragged myself to read that Mabo case (thank goodness we were assigned only 8 pages) and went to Law tute.
Then came the fun part: after class, went to meet Jess and Cal for dinner and some mapling, because Cal wanted to celebrate her assignment being done and I wanted to celebrate my H2A for my PPL essay. There were some melted ice sculptures hanging around beside where they were sitting la. So funny. We went to our usual cybercafe and mapled for 2 hours (where I leveled up, and where me and jess did stupid things like cry and kowtow to Basuki-sensei. O_O;; A bit got mental problem, but still it was fun. Goes to show gaming is not always about leveling, but having fun with friends online by doing weird crazy stuff with your characters. HAHAHAHAHA.) After mapling, we went on to eat as a Malaysian food place where we tried the Lor Mee. In the end, the Lor Mee wasn't gooey enough. Sigh. I was SO looking forward to eating gooey Lor Mee can??? Cheat my feelings. Anyway, after that we went mucking around in the city and looking at boots and winter coats.
I suddenly felt like eating Macca's fries, and said so. And Jess agreed that she felt the same, LOL! She said she forgot Mac's had fries. HAHA. Damn funny. So we ended up there and had a few laughs of that one single toilet, and Cal's aunt's chaffeur. XD That was Friday as I knew it. :)
Then on Saturday, I got down to reading Kitchen Princess. OMG la, the mangaka is so talented!!! All the food she drew looked so delicious, espeically the rainbow jelly and strawberry shortcake! Food lovers should definitely check this shoujo manga out, it's really nice! <3 Plus the story is very original, and the characters are fleshed out nicely (partly, I think, because of the fact that the story and drawing were done by different people. I hate it how some mangas don't flesh out characters properly, or resolve complicated issues within a few pages. I also hate how these shoujo mangas don't deal with difficult teen problems and realities. Kitchen Princess bravely dealt with eating disorders, and I'm proud of such a manga with such depth. So go read it, kae? It's not like other shallow shoujo mangas.)
This ends my rant for now. But be sure, I'll have more rants in the future, and definitely more restauRANTS. XD
Lame. I know, but please don't flame me. Fame me, don't flame me. :)
...is what I said. Savvy?
10:32 am
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
ObentoBAN-desu, hajimemashite!
This blog entry will be a rant about Russell Street. If any of you aren't interested in reading about a street, then I suggest you take a walk. :D
Anyway, on Monday (beautiful day) Sha, Senpai and BAN went to Russell street to CHECK IT OUT. (yeah) We ended up at a little place called Teppansan, and I've got to admit, I LURVED it! Lemme see, there was a cheap lunch menu, and the bento boxes (at lunch) only cost $10, and you get miso soup, 4 takoyaki, 2 (delish) spring rolls and the bento of your choice (from the list, but here I'm betting that all of them taste fabulous). Now THAT'S value. Now all I have to figure out is: why is Russell Street always so deserted? Even during peak lunch hour? With all the suits and high heels running around, I can hardly believe that majority of working people actually miss out the fact that Russell Street is an eat-out haven! Especially for people who are sick of eating along Chinatown and the (overrated) Desert House, and worse, Melbourne Central. Gosh people! Explore a little more yeah? It's only when you really try that you manage to pick out those few jewels of eateries that are small-time businesses (i.e. not franchised so no duplicated food, and less emphasis on profits and more on service).
The waitress actually memorised our orders, the food was unbelieveably value-for-money (yes, I'm a sucker for those. So sue me). SO WHERE WERE THE PEOPLE??? Their food-savviness even went so far as to refrain from adding ice to our soya milk, cuz more ice means more dilution (e.g. they weren't too lazy to actually refrigerate their drinks instead of just adding ice).
The next time, we've decided to try out that quaint little Malaysian store a little ways up from Teppansan. I want to see if their lor mee is really lor mee. Of course, I'd be delighted to find if it WAS.
Do join us! <3
...is what I said. Savvy?
10:48 pm
Monday, May 07, 2007
Onee, NOT Oni! <3
Yes. Only SOMEONE would be able to understand the meaning of the title, and I'll save the story for another day. If anyone else is interested, go read the princess' blog. I'm sure she'd have blogged it. LOL. The misadventures of Resha and BAN.
XD
Well anyway, I just finished my 2nd skills assignment today, so instead of breaking out the champagne, I Mapled with Jess a bit today and decided to blog. :) Fantastic! Upkeeping a blog mightn't be too hard. At worst, I can just "copy and paste" my tutorial postings here so that I actually have some text.
For dinner we went to this Hong Kong store which called itself Fresh Stop. O_o;; What a weird name. If I were left to myself I would never imagine myself setting my foot into a place like it. Even the menus looked sensationalistically corny. But it turned out the food was great, not bad. This goes to show chefs can't advertise to save their asses. -_-;; At least display some good-looking pictures of food outside the window, so people actually know its a restaurant. At first, when I saw the shop, I DID NOT think it was someplace to eat. So I really really think they should change the name of their shop to something with food in it, at least, like Rainbow Porridge or Hao Hao Eatery...
Now my hands are all aching because I carried those books painstakingly to and fro. It's like I've taken them around town sightseeing because they've lived out their whole lives on the shelves, and who knows where else.
I love my new shelf! It's in a dark wood colour, damn nice sia! Somehow, I'm not a light-coloured wood person. I'd go for mahogany colours or darker. :) Someday I know I'll have loads of fun picking out my own furniture. I'll theme all the rooms in my house with a different colour, so then there'll be a Purple room (my bedroom of course, and the bed must have a canopy to keep mozzies away and look pretty), a Red room (to vent your anger in, so the walls are soundproof, bullet-proof, spit-proof and everything else-proof), a Green room (to grow plants in, especially those fragile plants that have to be kept indoors), a Yellow room (a playroom perhaps? Or else it'd make a great cheery colour for a study room. I loathe drab colours), a White room (probably the bathroom, so I can keep track of where all the dirt goes), the Black room (so when anything explodes in the kitchen, no one will see exactly HOW bad a cook I am ^^;;), a Blue room (living room, since blue is a nice, calming, tranquil colour, ideal for relaxation), a Pink room (O_o I have absolutely no idea what room this would be...my future daughter's bedroom? If I made it a guest room I'll never have any guests... Ok then, this would be the playroom), a Grey room (the laundry room, because I hate doing the laundry. HAHAHAHA) and a Beige room (the dining area, because I wouldn't want to offend my guests' tastes with my overt love of colour, muhehehe. It's a nice, neutral colour).
WAU.
Next time, when you ever come to my housewarming, keep this in mind, because I'm (almost) taking all this planning seriously. :D
...my cousin just asked me if I wanted to come along for rock climbing. I said:
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
...is what I said. Savvy?
9:12 pm
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Musings of a Maple Leaf
One of my classmates is a Deviant! O_o;; Her art was fantastic. I wish I had the time to deviate as well, but I guess my only opportunities would be during a long break, because I can't see myself sketching, inking, scanning, adding layers, colouring in and shading all in one day. Unless, of course, I do simple stuff, like chibis. But unfortunately, crunch time is near, what with all the essays and the exams. I feel as though I haven't the space to inhale!
So, I've taken to Mapling as a good way to de-stress. If one can't destroy one's monsters clinging to one's back, one might as well endeavour to destroy cute 2D ones. It's the best alternative I've found so far, instead of moping over all this academic bull****. Even reading mangas make me feel guilty, along the lines of: why am I reading manga right now??? I should be holding some law-related ****ing case and studying for exams! Sometimes, I just wish my conscience would get with it, or GET LOST. This must be attributed to the fact that I was brought up in the study culture in S'pore, where good grades is a significant part of your identity, and not gender or race or whatever. In a way, yes, I'm lucky in that we don't have apartheid or something similar, but isn't this extreme meritocracy???
If I seem intense, do pardon me. It's 8.42am in the morning and I read somewhere that at this time, a person's stress level is highest, and it tapers down the later in the day it is. I think I read it in Cosmo. Wow. Such a good, reliable source of educated information. We should all do away with the thick tomes of textbooks and start going through past issues of Vogue and Famous.
Which reminds me. I was sitting alone at breakfast (again)...
Give me a moment to bemoan the fact that many people don't think breakfast is necessary. I need a moment of profound silence to pay the death of the breakfast sufficient respect. May it rest in peace and live forever thus in my heart, Amen.
As I was saying, I was sitting alone at breakfast and gazing into the sky and daydreaming like I always do about clouds moving sedately across the huge expanse of blue. Then I thought about a hill, a person, grass and the wind, and...
Invisible comb of the Lady.
Unnoticed but for
Its vanity.
And the exquisite crown
Grew green.
Casting shadow
On the beneath.
And I thought: How appropriate, how true. And for awhile I couldn't speak because it was so beautiful and perfect and ugly.
Some people say I'm pessimistic, and then others say I'm quite the opposite. I'd just like to clarify right now that I am neither of either of these ideals. I am a realist, not an idealist, and I believe in facing the truth of things. The truth hurts only because we, as frail and hole-riddled humans, cannot handle the starkness of it, and attempt to surround ourselves with a barricade of thoughts and ideas and excuses so that the truth is made murky and no longer rings sharp and true. An optimist ignores unwanted aspects of the truth, and a pessimist exaggerates the immensity of a truth. Me? I'd like to think that, even though I might dislike truth, and often times it hurts, but by accepting it and surrendering, I feel empowered to create my own truths: truths that I will mould out of my own hands and thus not be injured by it in the process; truths that I will not have to shield myself from, because they are MINE; truths that I might attempt to create from a flurry of lies.
And all I have said, are truths: my own.
That's why I love art. Art is a way of creating one's own truth, or one's lies, however you see it. It embraces everything, and yet it excludes everything else.
I see I've suddenly waxed melancholic. I guess sometimes I get sick of all the superficial bimbotic posts I make, and I want to make sense of who I really am. It's hard, isn't it? To define oneself indefinitely. To define is to clarify, and yet, to define is to restrict. Sometimes, I feel as though I'm in and out of this world. A part of me is grounded solid, absorbing and being influenced by incidents around me, and the other part of me is hovering in the air somewhere above my head, but no matter how far I crane my neck I can't make it out. All I know is that THAT part of me is constantly evaluating what I do, how I do it, when I do it, where I do it. And sometimes I ignore it, sometimes I embrace it, sometimes I feel like screaming and crying at it to stop watching my every move. But when it all comes down to it: I'm yelling at myself. Do I have a self? Or am I many selves condensed into a single entity? WHEN an I MYSELF, and WHEN am I someone else?
Sometimes I look in the mirror and wonder if that's really me, or someone else, a total stranger that I'll never be able to identify. If it IS me, then how can I embrace myself? And everything I signify?
No wonder they say finding yourself is a lifelong journey. I just hope I hold on tight, and laugh with my eyes wide open.
Good thing I'm armed with comfort food: my strawberry-flavoured Hello Panda can. :) Oh, and my trusty bolster. The raggedy one I've had with me since forever.
...is what I said. Savvy?
8:34 am
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