| Monday, 31-Oct-2005 8:55 PM Good lord! Someone asked me on Saturday if they could take pics of us to put on this bar's website. I vaguely remember saying no and then getting up because we were playing pool and it was my turn. Yesterday I check their site and errr@^&$$ ...what the hell is MY picture doing up there and no one elses!? Thank goodness it's dark and you can't tell it's me. I had gotten my Board exam results back on Saturday. The result is really confusing so I can't figure out if I got 87% or 95% but either will do because I was expecting to get well below. The girls and I went out to celebrate after I picked my parents up from the airport and had dinner with them. Met a bunch of people and had drinks and a great time. Still can't play pool though. Stayed out so late it was almost time for breakfast and where better to head than to The Rocks for pancakes! Mmm :) Only we got there and everyone changed their mind and ordered bacon, eggs, sausages and hashbrowns. Hit the sack at 6am and spent all of Sunday in a daze. Anyways, it's been great having my parents back. They're BOTH sick and my mom's lost her voice so hanging out with them has been pretty tough. I can't figure out what my mom is mouthing or trying to signal and my dad keeps clearing his throat every two seconds and it's so loud, it makes your ears hurt. Oh, and we bought some lottery tickets today! Then at the fish market, a bird shat on me! Freakin bird! That means I'm winning $19 million bucks! Wednesday, 26-Oct-2005 10:14 PM Talk about Karma. I totally deserved what I got today. K and I spent the day at the beach and when we parted ways at the end of the afternoon, I was walking through the city back to my car. Wear short skirt = get approached by young male charity / credit card workers. Err. Anyways. While I was waiting to cross the road, this french guy game up to me and asked in a thick accent if I could tell him where Chinatown was. I just happened to be heading that way. Usually this would result in me telling them I'm on my way there and I'll show them if they want to follow me but for some reason, I was such an ass and just pointed in the general direction and said 'It's that way. About 5 minutes walk.' We cross the road together and we're walking side by side, at the same pace, but with a clear space between us. I start thinking ...hey what the hell? Did he ask me that cause I'm asian and all asian people would/should know where Chinatown is? I cross the road and make my way down the street but I can still see him walking on the other side of the street. When I get to the end of the T-junction, I'm waiting to cross yet again and I see the guy, standing at the corner opposite me, looking around, lost. After I cross, I look back at him and he was still standing there, map pulled out, looking down at it, tracing his finger along the miniature streets and then looking back up again to find familiar ground. I felt BAD. Tried to get his attention but he didn't look my way so I kept on walking. As I rounded a corner, I kept thinking about how unhelpful I was and how I hope it doesn't come back to me. Few seconds later, some random guy was running down a flight of stairs just as I was walking past. I only had a second to turn my head, catch a glimpse of human blur before he leaped off the second last step and knocked me over. Sunglasses fell, bag fell, sandal came off. I was stunned. I heard him shout sorry twice and felt him squeeze my shoulders together, as though I had just broken into 50 pieces and he was quickly trying to put me back together. Yeah, I deserved it. Friday, 14-Oct-2005 10:50 PM You can call me Martha Stewart's Other Sister.
So Mom flew off two days ago and left me THREE overripe bananas. Thank you, Mom dearest. Now, I don't really like bananas but I didn't want to waste them and I had to get rid of all three today otherwise it'll be even worse tomorrow. Soooooo...I decided to make a cake. Because I like cake. If you happen to hide the bananas in it, I will gladly eat it with a smile on my face. How the hell hard can it be to make a banana bread/cake thingy? I'll tell you. For one, it doesn't cook in the amount of time it says it will cook. Secondly, I can't comprehend instructions well and I didn't read the words 'mix in medium bowl such and such ingredients.....and in large bowl mix these other ingredients'. What the hey, all I read was "mix and bowl" and I mixed everything together :D I mean, eventually it'll all be in the same damn cake tin, right? Haha...no wonder the eggs and sugar never became 'fluffy'. Thirty minutes cooking time became an hour because everytime the timer beeped, I'd check to see if the cake was cooked. I didn't have a 'tester' so I used the closest thing I could find - a kebab stick (at least I didn't use a chopstick :P ), which showed me that the inside of my cake was looking like glue while the outside was starting to burn. In another attempt to cook the inside of the cake, I covered the top with foil so I wouldn't burn it any more and when that didn't work, I decided to tip the cake upside down out of the tin and bake it upside down. I don't know. Don't ask me :P Anyways, it never got to that stage because that damn cake tricked me into thinking it would slide out nicely from the tin but the corners decided to stay in the tin while the rest came out and by this point, I'd had enough. I didn't know what to do so I uhm....used my fingers and squished the corners back into place =/ Left it at that and decided it would just be a lovely, moist banana cake. Finally I covered it all with an icing so it wouldn't look like a loaf of bread :D Plus it hid any burnt parts perfectly. VOILA!
Shaddup :P
Wednesday, 12-Oct-2005 10:02 AM Sometimes I look at myself, the things I do, and I just shake my head... The other night I went for a show with my mom at the Sydney Dance Co. and we were in such a rush after having dinner that we had to catch a cab just to drive us around the corner basically. He was new to the job so I had to give him directions. I tumbled out of the front seat, said thanks and was about to shut the door when he asked me 'are you one of the dancers??' - what part of my uncoordinated exit from your passenger seat would lead you to believe that I could be one of the dancers?! Anyways. I don't wear expensive rings because 1. I'm not married, 2. I lose them easily. There's a gorgeous ring that calls to me everytime I walk past it after work. It didn't seem that expensive for something with diamonds on it. I stopped by one day and asked the lady about the ring and she took it out for me to try. We'd both paused when I went to put the ring on and realised that my hands were all grubby, with leftover black chinagraph wax pencil marks on my fingers and nails! The diamonds were definitely more than real and I must have been reading the price wrong all those weeks.....she told me the price ............I was off by an extra ZERO on the end! =/ She said she didn't recommend it for daily wear. Clearly she must have been disgusted that I'd placed it on the same grubby hand with my cheapass-in-comparison thumb ring. Sunday, 09-Oct-2005 4:02 AM Goodnight dancing shoes. It's 4am. I just got home. I can barely keep my eyes open but even with them half closed I can see a huge scratch from the back of my wrist to my 3rd knuckle. Ouch =( K's boyfriend broke up with her. So tonight was about taking her mind off things and it was also A's bday so we caught up with all of them in the city. We all got to meet M's new girlfriend...everyone thought she was a man. Some guy, who has a girlfriend, squeezed my butt, then waved to me at a club. Is that what we're into these days? Eesh. Maybe I'm just getting too old for this. The sweetest thing about getting home and trying to sneak up the stairs without making a sound is that at the very top of the stairs, waiting for me through squinting, sleepy eyes, is my Boston. His fur looking ruffled from disturbed sleep. He's there, making sure it's me and that I'm back safe. I pick him up, whisper to him to go back to bed. He wraps both his furry arms around my head, purrs and then goes back to bed when I put him down. He's perfect. Pity he's just a cat.
Tuesday, 04-Oct-2005 6:36 PM Woah! People searched for this and were directed to MY site?!
Tuesday, 04-Oct-2005 6:00 PM ToDoList_April2005.doc I've just finished my taxes and since I'm feeling quite productive, I'm trying to clear files on my computer - a bits and bytes spring clean if you will. I found this list of things to do that I made during one of the weeks in April and the very last thing on it cracked me up. 1. apply for provider number
haha! At least I can say I did 10 of the 11 things :P Monday, 03-Oct-2005 12:51 PM Darn. September slipped right through my fingers and toes! This birthday month was kind of nice. I got several packages/letters in the mail.... nothing's nicer than a parcel with old-school handwritten letters =) Working in the city is really great. I get to walk down the street with all the big wigs. I get bombared by charities left, right and centre. I get to have my concentration ruined by protests running through the city. I get to peruse through all the stores and throw away all my money on the sales. Best of all, there's a Borders bookstore where they let you read an entire book on their comfy leather sofa without shoo'ing you out. Okay, I don't do that but I did have a couple of hours to kill last Friday because I finished early and had a work dinner at 6pm.
Saw the book above and well...anything with icecream attracts me, so I just had to pick it up. I ended up reading 60 pages of it! I also walked around everywhere looking for some paper so I could write a letter back to my old best friend from 3rd grade.
The chocolate was for Mercy Ministries. Six handwritten pages and a cup of hot tea later, I find myself rushing to meet everyone for our work dinner. Vegetarian. There were only four of us for dinner and it really was a strange mix of people. We have my boss, who seemed to be in a bad mood, the CA (who is the vegetarian and dating our boss) who mentions the word 'gay' and then starts giggling uncontrollably, M - a catholic with 5 children who never laughs at anything. Oh, and me - a kid who loves her reality tv shows =/ Somehow I got asked what my mom was doing that night (since she's here visiting) and I said she's at home by herself and taping the show 'Survivor' for me. The conversation drifted over to Survivor and my boss was asking me about a previous episode etc and while we were all talking about it, we see M, listening intently but looking rather clueless. Someone asked him if he watched any reality tv shows and he said: 'I don't watch tv. We don't have a television.' We all said a quiet 'Oh' in unison. The conversation died and my boss generated a new one with M. While they talked about their past, present and future property investments, I had a staring competition with the fake oyster dish that M ordered. =/ |
