Tuesday, October 31, 2006
I want to carve and carve and make my own Jack-O lantern.
Then hor, my Jaco-O lantern will wear earrings and carry handbag wan, 'cause like me, damn girly.
And I want to wear playboy bunny costume.
Baby, you would like that, wouldn't you?
And I want to go trick and treat, and bully young children, and steal all their candies.
Why must I have exams??????
Now I what also can't do. :(
Happy Halloween everyone! :)
Monday, October 30, 2006
Call it stress or whatever.
But actually, I missed my bolster.
I have no idea why Aussies don't sleep with bolsters.... Don't they realise just how utterly comfy it is to snuggle up to a bolster???
I miss having something between my legs.
Heck, that sounds so wrong.
I miss hugging onto my bolster, and burying my face into it.
My standard slumber postion: sleeping on my right, holding on to my bolster for dear life.
Aaahh, my bolster at home, clad by blue fabric, always blue, 'cause I have blue flowered wallpaper in my bedroom; I would much prefer pink, but the room came like that, and my dad said 'over my dead body' or at least a look to that effect when I told him I want to bulldozed off the blue wallpaper. Back to my bolster, the one that I went around Slumberland? Dreamland? the one in SS2, hugging onto every one of their bolsters, looking for that perfect degree of softness, the perfect fit.
Reminds me of the bolster I had all through my childhood-- a lumpy children bolster, under a bright yellow bolster cover with red cartoons strewn all over it. I used to hug it all the time, even till I was 12, and the bolster was too small for me. Until the filling turned sandy, and it would spill out of my bolster. Grandma would help me to stitch it back, but my bolster couldn't withstand age catching up with it, the filling continued spilling out of it, till it was a miserable barely-filled sack. Still, I held on to it faithfully, every night, every nap I took, every ghost story that my dad told me. Until my mom told me, no more, get a new bolster, and she threw away my yellow cartoon bolster, and I never saw it again.
I have always played with the bolsters in my parents' bedroom, with my sisters. Crocodile crocodile, whereby the bed was the 'boat', and someone would have to be the crocodile. Bolsters (we had at least five, daddy, mummy, me, and my 2 sisters') would be carelessly scattered on the bedroom floor, being 'logs', we could jumped onto the log, and the crocodile could not catch us. Or what about when we used bolsters as 'swords', and we pretended to do kung fu (we stuff pillows under our shirts when we want to play 'pregnant pregnant'). And we don't do pillow fights, we do it the bolster way.
I miss my bolster.
Do you have a bolster to cling on to tonight?
Or better yet, do you have someone to hug tonight?
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Bloody daylight saving.....
I am already running short on time to study,
SOMEMORE CHEAT ME ONE HOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Erm, I have no idea what you called the standard cloak thingy that all graduates are obligated to wear, so I'll just refer to it as a cloak.
And, please, to all future and potential graduates, THIS is not a good look:
The black hat, the black sunglasses, the black coat, appealing it is not.
Ooooooh, and totally random, but these are what I'll wear for MY convocation day!!! :D
And perhaps this, for a more serious/professional look...
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Opened a new bottle of bath foam.
Speaking of which, it's damn sakit hati to buy toiletries in Melbourne, 'cause a bottle of shampoo/bathing soap/conditioner/lotion cost about AUD6 to 8, and I'd much rather use that money to go shopping. Or eat. Or club.
But then I'll be damn stinky-lah.
So, I happily rubbed the bathing foam over my body, Dove's super moisturising bathing gel, waiting for it to work its moisturising wonders on me.
I shall digress again, isn't such a delight to try a new type of bathing liquid??? New scent, new texture, new colors, new phony promises that the product swears to deliver....
The bathing liquid was kind of thick and clumpy, but I thought, hey, that's why it's so moisturising right? So I smeared the gel-like substance all over my body, wondering why it wasn't lathering.
But then, bloody hell, even after I ran myself in the water, the liquid just remained glopped all over my body!!! No matter how much I rubbed and scrubbed, there were still white lumps all over me.
After constant swiping and swabbing, FINALLY I got everything off.
Or so I thought.
Out of curiosity, I scraped my skin with my nail, only to find find clumps being scraped off!!!
I spent half and hour in the shower scraping myself clean.
Before yesterday, I would definitely tell everyone to steer away from Dove's Rich Nourishing Body Milk.
'Cause frankly, it's just the lousiest body bath I have ever used in my life.
But when I recounted my tale to Smalls yesterday, she pointed something out to me.
Out of curiosity, I double-checked the bottle that I was THIS close to throwing away out of fury, and my worst fears were confirmed.
It was a bottle of lotion.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Exactly 2 weeks until examania marks a fullstop.
Approximately 3 weeks time and I'd be basking in Sydney sun.
Almost 4 weeks till I touch down back home.
Maggi Goreng, here I come!!!
And the hugs and kisses of a loved one. :)
Saturday, October 21, 2006
And I feel alone.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
I want starbucks and cheesecake. :(
2. My nails are ugly, and I can't bear to look at them.
Like duh, i can't flip pages to risk a glance at them!
3. My horoscope today goes like this:
A conservative course is best where money is concerned today. Guard against hasty decisions and reject "wonderful" investment proposals. Share feelings, plans and POV's this morning; you will be fully accepted.
No mention of studying!
4. Studying makes hell seem like a vacation in Maldives.
5. I can hear all the temptations calling out to me... My laptop, storybooks, magazines, calling the boyfriend (even though he tak layan me now, 'cause he has exams too), heck, even the gym!
6. Studying--> high stress levels--> high blood pressure--> heart attack--> early death.
7. Even a mere glimpse of textbooks sends my cerebrum into sleep overdrive.
8. There is no honors for my course, hence, it does not matter what scores you obtained when you graduate.
9. My bangs poke into my eyes, thus, it's a nuisance while I am studying. I am a poor student, no money to cut my hair.
And don't suggest bobby pins or hairbands, they will affect the natural wave of my fringe.
10. Everything seems more interesting compared to studying, which explains why I am blogging now.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
It should probably come as no surprise, but recently, I have been obssessed with my weight.
Yes, it is absolutely horrifying, but I think I have put on so much weight since I came to Aussie.
SO EXCRUCIATINGLY PAINFUL.
I have been going to the gym almost everyday, and I have absolutely NO SNACKS in my room now.
If you have seen how much Shapes and Tim Tams I have stored in my cupboard before this, you would understand how drastic a change this is.
Currently, all I have in my room are apples, hairy kiwis, and oranges.
To speed up the process of me losing weight, I have decided to adopt the holy mantra that CARBS ARE EVIL, and at the moment, I only allow myself to have one carb meal a day.
But don't worry, I am not turning into some compulsive dieting taugeh girl, I just need to lose (a lot) of weight before I go home. This is due to the fact that my gym membership will expire in 2 weeks time, and I have already terminated my Fitness First membership back home (hence, no proper avenue to work out when I am home), and plus the fact that I predict I will gorge on all the food I miss back home the moment I touch down at Malaysia.
Therefore, I have to up my dieting efforts now.
Nevertheless, this has gotten me thinking, I really hate girls who don't eat.
Y'know, those girls who cringe and whine at the very mention of cheesecakes, brings an abascus around to keep close tabs on calories, and who takes brown rice as guilt food.
You might just be surprised by how many girls there are out there who are so weight conscious, that they are totally consumed by it.
These are a few friends that I know:
X, who never eats whenever we go out, 'cause she's never hungry.
Y, who dunked her steamed fish into water before she eats it, to wash off the 'oil'.
Z, who calculates every single calory that she takes in each day.
And these are gorgeous, intelligent women, who, in the first place, are not even fat.
I have always enjoyed my food-- it's an integral part of my life. I love sitting down at a good hearty meal,while having fun banter with people. In fact, one of my biggest joy is to sit down with a good book, with a tub of Baskin Robbin's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough on my lap, and licking my spoon.
I enjoy spending time with girls who enjoys a hearty meal when she sees one, who knows where is the best brownie in town, and who will lick off the very last drop of chocolate sauce off the plate. It's always such a turn-off to go out with someone who refuses to eat, and gasp in horror when you mention the word dessert.
I have never been stick thin, but I have always been happy with the way I look. In fact, I have been quite plump when I was younger, and to imagine, I went from a size L to a size S. I like the fact that I am sort of curvaceous, and that I have a butt and a cleavage (enhanced further with push-up bra aid). I appreciate the fact that I can carry off most clothes (yup, I just conquered skinny jeans! =p), and that I never have trouble finding clothes that fit me. Sure, there are days when I will poke at my tummy in vengeance and peer seedily at my cellulite, but at the end of it all, I would much rather not look like a stick think praying mantis, thank you very much.
God forbid, I am one of those girls who just enjoy desserts and fast food so much: brownies, muffins, burgers, chocolates, scones, nuggets, creme brulee, cheesecake, french fries, and the list goes on and on. ButI have always been an advocate of eating whatever I like (moderately), and just exercise to work them off. Yup, I want my cake and eat it too. Girls who diet just do not know what are they missing out on life!!!
Nevertheless, I have to admit, dieting has always played some kind of role in my life. There are times when I will just eat whatever I want, and there are also days whereby I ask myself repeatedly, do you need that extra helping of fries? There are also days when I am bummed by my weight, and spend my afternoon furiously cycling away on the exercising bike in my parents' room. What I am saying is, most likely, if you are a girl, you have dieted at least once in your life.
And I think it is bloody unfair that women are subjected to society's standards. Shouldn't they have Marco France which heavily promotes svelte male bodies too??? When will body image issues stop becoming an issue? When will women wake up and stop conforming to society's perceptions? Or would society changes its expectations?
Bah, too heavy a topic.
Now, would you please pass me my cupcake?
Thursday, October 12, 2006
If the picture above isn't obvious enough, I am blogging about last Friday, Mooncake/Tang Lung/Lantern/Full Moon Festival... :P
Yeps, it IS one week ago, old news, but when you are cooped up in your room faced with tackily designed textbooks and scribbled notes, you tend to blog 'bout anything you can think of.
Anyhow, this Mooncake Festival is a first for me-- the first time I celebrate in a place away from home. Thousands of miles away, in fact.
Luckily enough, I got to spend actually celebrate Mooncake Festival. :) We have planned since long ago, to actually do something for that night, and some of the final options were a barbeque (oh so apt for mooncake festival, as we would be bathed by the moonlight! :P), steamboat, and eating out...
In the end, we went out for a glorious meal, partly 'cause there were about 8 or 9 of us, hence, barbequeing and steamboat could get rather tedious.
That, and 'cause Lionel doesn't want to wash dishes, hehe. -_-
Mooncake festival, chinese food was obviously the way to go! :D
Jac, I'm so sorry that I've to post this picture, but I don't have any other pictures of you! :(
And though you insist that it's a 'bad angle', I disagree wholly! *challenging stare* ;)
A hunched me begets a tall Smalls.
Camwhoring like nobody's business.
The others at the table, or more fondly known as the non-camwhores.
(Ki Jin, Woody, RandyandRebecca, Lionel)
Incidentally, the people at the table are the same as the ones at our ball recently!! *big grin*
Oh gosh, the food....
The meal sure did curb a bit of my food cravings! Although I was intially weary, as the dishes were really, really tiny, *shows pinky to depict the size*, there were so many dishes!! 10? 12?
I couldn't keep count. ;)
Kangkung belacan. (although I personally don't really favour kangkung, a girl misses her belacan! :P)
Hor Jian (oyster omelette). (Yummy until can die. All I need is ikan bakar to go with it!)
Lemon chicken. (*licks fingers clean* Nuff said.)
Pork throtter. (This is friggin chinese of me, but one of my favourite foods is pork throtter!! Fried, braised, claypot... Mmmm!!)
Curry fish. (Curry is a definite fix for us Malaysians.)
Yam basket. (One of my family's staple eat-out dishes.)
Braised duck. (Not one of my favourites, but the fact that I get to eat duck so rarely here made up for it! =p)
I can't remember already.
And, each one of got a free tong sui too!! Black glutinous rice (hak no mai), made me miss KTZ back home.
Definitely one of my more enjoyable meals in Melbourne! :)
Did you think that our night will end just like this..??
Of course not!! We had tang lungs to play!
And drinks to down. -_-
Drinking before we even started playing lanterns!! Bloody alcoholics.
A bit high on Malibu.
I am damn touched, 'cause Jac went through all the trouble to get us lanterns...
Thank you, girl. :)
Fighting for lanterns.
Off we go!!!
Super scary picture, I know, but I like the pink and yellow glow. :)
We took a stroll around the lake, under the yellow glow of the street lights and the pale moonlight, surrounded by animated chatter and threats to roast the ducks at the lake with our lanterns.
After satisfying the childish whims of ours, we moved back to adult play-- drinking games. -_-
We had vodka with juice mixer at first, and Joel, Jian Cai, Totti and Thean Aik who came to join us brought along shot glasses. The games we played required us to down anything from 2 shots to 10 shots at one shot, pun intended.
If I am not mistaken, there was one time where I had to take 8 shots at one go.
If you thought I was drunk, think again.
Alcohol ain't stumping the photoslut in me.
Smalls, half gone.
After that, it was Jack Daniels with Coke, and no ice. *eew* We even played foosball drinking games, whereby the loser team drank.
I wasn't drunk, but remember being lightheaded and semi-high (that's the problem with me, I am high without alcohol too, heh), and a lot of dancing, singing, and uncontrollable laughter. :P
And Smalls, I have a video in my camera of you spinning around! ;)
Nevertheless, the girls stopped drinking after awhile, and just sat around to girl-talk, while the guys happily drank the whiskey, neat. -_-
They got *quite* drunk.
(Bottom to top: Thean Aik, Totti, Joel.)
Boys and girls, do not try this at home. Gay humping is not advocated.
Although we were merely drinking at the halls, I only got back to my room at 'bout 5 something. Crashed onto my bed, non-high on alcohol, but in spirit. :)
There is a chinese proverb that says that the moon back home is always brighter and rounder.
This, is true. Or at least to me.
But you know what?
The moon over here in Melbourne is not bad.
Not bad at all. :)
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
It is my day off, and I don't have to wake up to shrill alarm ringing.
I get to laze in my bed, snuggled under my fluffy flower-print comforter, and I will only wake when I am absolutely willing to.
I will hide under my covers, embraced in the darkness set by my tightly drawn curtains, sheltered in my personal cocoon, as I listen to the buzz of the people who have begun their day already, the monotonous whirring of the vacuum cleaner by the cleaner lady, the twirping of the loud Melbourne birds.
No worries of being late for classes, lectures or tutorials, no rushing of unfinished work.
After I've dragged myself out of bed, my day is usually started with a walk to the campus to buy my first meal of the day. Yeah, by the time I wake up, it's usually noon. People always cast me looks of shock and disbelief when they know that I deliberately walked 20 minutes to uni just get a box of take-out.
But I like it. The walk isn't so terrible. I like walking past the peaceful lake, the fat ducks, the dotted flowers brought out by spring. If it's a warm day, I get to enjoy the sun beating down on me, and my bare legs if I am wearing a skirt/shorts. If the day is cool or even cold, the gentle breeze, or even the billowing winds, they refresh me. I jogged my senses.
Following that, the day is usually spent in front of my laptop, catching up on a few episodes of downloaded TV series (Sex and the City, Season 5 now), lazy chatter with friends or acquantainces online, casual browsing of the cyberworld. I don't have to talk to anyone if I don't feel like it, and everything is carried according to my own pace. Confined in my personal space, for that half a day, I am a happy recluse.
I love me time.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
And my hair reeks of grease and smoke. *wrinkles nose*
Smalls, Kit Mey and I were in charge of marinating the chicken wings. Thean Aik helped out with us too...
Our recipe? Black pepper, salt, and honey. :)
Smalls and I had alot of fun spreading the chicken wings and making them , ahem, excercise.=p
And Thean Aik taught us how to massage the chicken wings.
Haha, the way he 'massaged' was damn sensual lah... :P
Kit Mey, Smalls, and Thean Aik with the sensuous hands. ;)
I like to move it, move it.
I havn't barbequed for years, and guess what. The barbeque-ing method that I was exposed to is the old school way. -_-
Nowadays, they have electric stoves.
I was slightly worried at first, as besides chicken wings, the other meats were beef sausages and lamb. I try to avoid taking beef, and I avoid lamb like the plague.
Oh, but we had salad and yummy mashed potato (I helped made it!:P). :)
The spread. Looks like a posh buffet spread hor? =p
Kit Mey, Smalls, Thean Aik, Totti, Joleen, Nikki, Jian Cai.
Same people, but with me. Hehe, I wasn't in the previous picture, 'cause I was taking the picture, but I can't resist posting pics of myself. ;)
And I am so amused by the fact that Totti had the same pose in both pictures!!!
Ceh, like Chef Wan like that. :P
Gosh, I just realised something!!! Joel is not in the picture!!! I have no idea why. :(
Nah, here he is.
Oh, oh, oh, and guess what!!!
For the first time in my entire whole life, I tried lamb that did not taste like mangali armpit.
On a different note, I went to the city today, with the sole purpose of shopping.
Yes, my dears, the exams are coming up, and I need one last fling before I settle down. :P
We like to laugh at fake dogs with tongues sticking out. -_-
I went home with 1 hairband, 1 pair of earrings, 1 capri pants, 2 belts, ,2 hats, 2 dresses , and 3 tops.
I very puas now.
*big fat grin*
Now that I have satiated myself, it's time to get into the geek mode.
*wears glasses and pulls pants up to chest-level*
Watch out, world, Geek Hui Wen is unleashed! ;)
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Some might say inevitable.
Gosh, it hurts me so to say this.
I HAVE PUT ON WEIGHT!!!
I absolutely refused to let this be an irrevocable fate. It shall not be mine.
Somemore I announced proudly before I left home, that I would not put on weight in Melbourne.
I've joined the university gym on Tuesday: Tae Box on that day itself, Pilates yesterday, and worked out at the gym today.
Please, please, please, let me shed off this awful pounds.
I want to be a toothpick.
PS: YES, I did notice the irony between my last post and this entry. o_O
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
That would explain why my period was 2 months late.
And why I have been having all these cravings!!!
bella italia's spaghetti marinara.
kim gary's french toast.
madam kwan's nasi lemak.
famous amos no nut chocolate chip cookies.
nero vivo's chocolate flan.
chilli's hot chocolate cake.
gu lou yok.
honey milk at corner shop of Sunway College.
fried brinjal with chicken floss.
klang's bak kut teh.
her koh (mantis shrimps).
shangrila's chocolate chip cookie.
pancakes at vietnam kitchen.
swensen's cookie summit.
murni's nasi goreng maryland.
cheese baked nachos.
claypot chicken rice.
claypot cheese crabs with fried buns.
'wor tip' (gyoza dumplings).
ang ku kuih.
coffeebean's hot vanilla.
kenny roger's original muffins.
bubur cha cha.
curry, curry, curry.
uncle bob's chicken chop.
Ikea's soft serve icecream.
auntie anne's almond pretzel with caramel dip.
lor mai gai.
chicken rice in bangsar's lucky garden.
mud pie in tgif.
secret recipe's oreo shake.
thak tim grob (yummy thai dessert).
tong yuen with black sesame filling.
fish head noodles.
pattaya fried rice.
garlic cheese naan.
red bean pau.
banana leaf-wrapped nasi lemak.
oh sushi's mashed potato.
high & mighty pie.
Teleport me back home, PLEASE!!!
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Tulip Festival! :)The Tulip Festival is quite a big thing in Melbourne, and rumor has it that there are more tulips here than Holland itself.
It took us an hour's journey to get to the tulip farm, which was on top of a hill, at the countryside.
An endless view, waiting to be explored.
After we drove into the farm, the stupid bus took ages just to park. So I was pressing my nose against the window, looking at the view depicted above, practically bursting with excitement.
Yea, give me bright colors and loads of flowers, and I'll orgasm in delight.
Being gluttons that we are, flowers could wait, the tummyies could not.
We got conned.
Poffertjes, with icing and maple syrup.
Bloody rip-off, I am telling you. AUD5.50 for a few lumps of flour.
And I can't even pronounce the bloody name.
Speaking of that, don't you find that you always fall for food with unintelligible names??!!!
Gnocci, foie gras, pate...
Mona Lisa of flowers.
Kit Mey pointed out that these flowers seem to have 'faces'. Check it out, they seem to be looking at you! ;)
Heh, even I have enough decency to admit the flowers are prettier than yours truly! *teehee*
Standing proud in the sun.
I didn't even know there are such thing as white tulips! Gorgeous they are. :)
Virginal white, sweet pink, and hot red *RAWWR*
Si Kecik, Si Sederhana, and Si Besar? o_O
(Sorry, Kit Mey! :P)
Ever wondered what the interior of a tulip looks like?
Spot Thumbelina! :D
Emphasising my innocence. ;)
Literally a meadow of tulips.
Check out the dark purple tulips, they are the tough goths! :P
Aaaah, I just wanted to flop myself onto the flowers...
Totti, Thean Aik and Jian Cai embracing their feminine side.
I've been plotting for us to do the 'tulip' pose since I knew we are going to the tulip festival.
That was before I knew that the pose makes my face look like a tai pau. -_-
Blowing kisses (Smalls, intent me, Nikki, Joleen, Mey).
As you may notice, all the girls are in the picture, so obviously, the guys were the ones taking the pictures of us right?
Leave your camera with men, and here's what you get.
And even a picture of a crotch.
And I found it so amusing, 'cause the guys were completely befuddled as to how they should pose with the flowers, without looking gay.
You can't say they don't try. ;)
Looking gay is not a worry for us! :D
And the guys were absolutely jokers. As a way to, ahem, appear more desirable to women, they came up with this line.
"Why is it so easy for girls to take pictures with tulips ar?"
"'Cause they are as pretty as the flowers."
And they just happily announce to anyone who passed by. o_O
I don't think they got lucky. ;)
We were supposed to look like those funky dance formations, with hands appearing out.
We ended up looking like deformed scarecrows.
They still havn't given up.
Chicks rule. 'Cause we are nicer to look at.
Alya and I.
'Cause group pics are in, and we are cool.
Heh. Windmill duplicate.
Sun. Garden umbrellas. White patio tables and chairs.
And jazz music. (the kid is dancing! :P)
What more can I ask for? :)
Life is good. :)
I pose with anything I can get my hands on. ;)
Tulip dustbin! Keke.
Because life is worth making a toast to.
I was trying to act drunk in the picture.
I just looked high. -_-
Totti and Joleen, the girl lucky enough to be given tulips. :)
Oh, and when you buy tulips here, you literally pick it! You get to cut the tulips of your choice in the garden.
I also want. :(
Fairy princess!!*waves ala beauty queen*
But the tulip farm wasn't only about pretty things...
Hey, anyone saw my body? I need my hands to give myself a new haircut.
Pinnochio look-alike with twisted limbs.
He wished he didn't take up gymnastics.
I am gonna get you! *evil cackle*
I used to want to stay in a toadstool.
A scene straight out of an Enid Blyton book.
Then we went to a wishing well.
I didn't know wishes come in package deals.
If I drop in, I'll just steal the money. ;)
I made two wishes, one for my honey, and one for me. :)
Smalls claimed that we threw away money. -_-
Who wants to come with me to look for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?=p
Fairies in the woods. :)
Tulips aren't the only pretty flowers.
There were chocolates and cheese tasting too! But I have nothing to show for besides my toothpick.
Damn, I look like a tauke. o_O
Bubble fun. I wanted to join in too. :P
Happy Dutch family: Papa Smalls, Mama Mey, and Cheeky Wen.
(Everyone complained my head senget. :( )
Maze of hugeass straws.
Tulip petals spread on bed, anyone?
Look at how much wine our table consumed. ;)
And Thean Aik was so sweet!! He bought each a girl a tulip. :)
Thean Aik and my yellow tulip.
I found it utterly hilarious that Small's tulip was damn SMALL, compared to the rest of ours'! :D
Big Adult Tulips: Hello, Small fry!
The most breathtaking day ever. :)
Oh, and please check out this video at the end of Joel's blog!!!
Hint: Tulip farm with a Bollywood tinge.
Trust me, you don't want to miss it. ;)
Before I end my post, I just want to add, that tulips are special for me.
The boyfriend got me tulips especially from Holland for our 2-year anniversary.
Which was why I was constantly reminded of him while I was surrounded by all the tulips.
Tulips for me. :)
Needless to say, I miss him. :)