easter

I ♥ EASTER

went over to melbourne for easter :D thank you mum & dad

haha. went to eat everywhere...
saw the guys dota (you guys suck, lose after 1st round)
talked to cherm and kaii (and cherm chased me out of her room when i had my shoes on)
talked a bit to lydia (AHAHA.)
slacked around a lot

all in all, it was a good weekend :D

rant

when you talk, do you talk about big things or little things?

i just feel so mixed up right now.

ah. i want all of this to go away.

easter will cure my mind...
...
...

right?

of late night revelries

again, i'm alone.
you can't always be here for me, although you did promise...
i miss you

AHAHA.ha.ha.
ok.
the reason i am very amused is because i had an interesting phone conversation. with the least expected person. and it was a very enjoyable conversation. old friend that i haven't spoken to in 9 months, yet we talked for 3 hours...

it was funny because i was so tired and yet we talked from 3 am to 6 am

maybe i won't be in your life for a season.

saturday's function was a gemmology society graduation thingy and we had to work, part of our assessment. i arrived at 3 pm and we ended at 1 am. amazing eh? can't believe that i did that, we all did. anyway, so today, i couldn't get out of bed because i was aching that badly, had to call erica and ask her to help me buy an ultimate double whopper. :D

life & hooters with old people

been calling sg a lot recently

manda, anne, ty, claire...

somehow i just need to know life's stable.
that the friends i've know for 10 years are still the same
and give the usual mumbo-jumbo advice to life's problems
and meddle with their love life

its odd how certain things have changed.
like we were all brought up in the same environment
look at how different we turned out.

new friends are good
old friends are better : )

but i still love the AH people.

haha. maybe i've used up my quota of close and true friends
like the kind i know i can depend upon.
so that's why i can't find any here.

there's a saying, if you want a friend, be a friend
maybe i'm just too tired to go and be one.

on a lighter, less emo note,
i have to submit a proposal for a restaurant set up in manly

and i asked bill for ideas

"hello?"
"help. i need a restaurant idea for manly"
"oh ok.... what does manly have then?"
"sun, sea, sex, sand? don't like beach theme though"
"ok so there's just sea. and sex....
...
how about... hooters?"

seriously, can guys ever stop thinking about girls in hot pants and tank tops???

i still haven't gotten a good idea yet.

i'm begining to think maybe hooter's might be a good idea
except for the fact that tourists that come here may be
...little old ladies
who decide 'oh my goodness gracious me, that place looks very lively. let's go there shall we?' but without their specs they can't see nuts until they arrive at the doorstep and the hostess greets them, then they may get a heart attack when they see her enormous perky bossom.

...and perverty old men.
then skarlley later all my waitresses zhao-ed because of sexual harrasment. like the perverty old men want to feel young again. so they go and take viagra before entering hooters. and then they rape my waitresses...

THEN HOW??? i will have to perform like, a zillion CPRs and a zillion more job interviews...

better not...

bored

just a thing

interesting: disney repeat video

anyway, not that i blame disney or anything. cause i think they're the best thing ever. until i came :D

they'll need like 1000 cheorographers and stuntmen if they never repeat sequences....

don't ask me why i was as bored as to google i am bored


AND OMG I FOUND THIS

The Horsehair Worm's Side Effect? Suicide.

Imagine you're a happy grasshopper for a moment, joyfully kissing your grasshopper wife and kids goodbye as you leave the house, tiny briefcase in hand, ready to hop to work for the day.

Suddenly, on your way to the office, a sudden urge overtakes you, an urge that cannot be ignored. You obediently follow the siren song to the nearest body of water, and promptly fling yourself in. For weeks afterward, your widowed wife and friends will wonder what could have possibly made a perfectly happy and content grasshopper tragically commit suicide, by drowning no less. Depression? An affair gone wrong? Crushing gambling debts? No, it turns out it was just another strike from the soulless and evil menace known as the horsehair worm.

Resembling a coarse, thick horse hair (well, duh) the horsehair worm infiltrates insects, and sometimes even crabs, as a larva when the insect drinks tainted water. From inside the aforementioned grasshopper, the worm goes to work.

It weasels its way into the body cavity, and nourishes itself on the insect's tissues, sometimes growing up to a foot long. After a time, when the worm has matured, it starts to get horny, as teenagers do, and decides that the time has come to find himself a sexy mate. The problem is, all of the sexiest female worms hang out at the swimming pool club, and he's stuck inside of a prudish grasshopper.

That's a problem easily and dickishly solved by the horsehair worm, however, by simply reprogramming the insect's brain to seek out the nearest body of water and to hop right in, despite the sad fact that grasshoppers, like many other insects, can't swim.

As his former host panics and gasps its last breaths of sweet life, the worm casually slithers out of its anus, bids adieu to the drowning grasshopper and swims in search of the orgies of knotted up worms he's heard so much about

omg. i totally am compassionate toward grasshoppers right now.

doddery-ness. and crap

i finished my essay

but i didn't get that same feeling of relief.
maybe because the question was like
"describe your worst service encounter and analyse"

haha. piece of cake compared to HOI: here

anyway, referencing was also freakin easy. like you don't have to have 20 different sources. and at least all your sources are ALIVE and not part of the air that you breathe[socrates would be fully decomposed now right?]

i like hoi
maybe when i get old and doddery with a sprained back because i polished too much cutlery, i'll go teach hoi.
then i can actually say 'i was alive when obama got elected...'
'and when i was young, britney spears' songs were on cassette tapes'
'and here is the very first nano ipod that videos could be watched on'
and then all the students will gasp at my ancient-ness

technology...

anyway, are you suprised i can churn out so much crap after i just did 1.5k words of polished crap that is called an academic essay?

i am :D

best commercials

OK!

melissa's picks for the best commercials ever!

i've only got 3 here.

but i'll definitely put more up when i see it

please give me the link if you see a funny one too!

most heartwarming:


best ad to show teenagers:


best ad to be proud of sg:


anyway, i am blogging cause i have an essay due :D
melissa the procrastinator
also, most awesome person you'll ever see XD

review on albert house

FOR ANYONE GOOGLING ALBERT HOUSE, HOMELINK, MELBOURNE: (to stay at) here's a point of view from someone who has stayed here a year:

its the people that make the place, not the building or the food. if you're an extremely picky eater or someone who must be surrounded in exquiste architecture, this is not the place for you. in fact, don't even bother considering any of the boarding places. Get your own apartment and cook your own meals.

however, if you are like the rest of us, albert house is totally fine. Sure you only have 700mbs to use each month for internet but you can go on the 1gig plan or buy some more/ kope from someone else. food is not spectacular but you won't be malnourished or anything. Uncle andrew will give you anything you ask for, within reason.

albert house will teach you

-tolerance [trust me, there's a lot of unreasonable people in this world]
-how to cook using only a microwave and a rice cooker
-how to hold your alcohol
-how to sew your own shirt button when it falls off [or you can ask someone else. NICELY]
-how to vaccum your room
-a lot of invaluable life lessons

looking back, i'm grateful for it. really blessed :D

live to learn, learn to live

hmm. i'm in the kitchen for the next 5 weeks. this week was our first.

my hands smell of onions
my hair smelt of pizza until i washed it 3 times
my rings constantly have to be taken off. and i still put them back on cause i feel weird without them
my 2 chefs jackets are stained a very festive red(tomato paste[pizza]) and green(avocado salad)

yet i still love working in the kitchens.
i've learnt a lot already, like cracking an egg with one hand (i can do 2 eggs at one time). and how to extract an avocado from its skin, seedless (KNS, the *bleep* thing is so *bleep* soft, damn difficult to keep in one piece.)

i really like learning this kind of stuff.
like how to carry 3 plates in 1 hand[i pawn!!!] and making coffee and stuff like that.

......................................................................................................

recently received an email from a friend.
call the person em

so. em was confused and asked a lot of questions.
1 in particular struck me:

"They say that it is the decisions we make which define who we really are. So does that mean that if I make selfish decisions, I’m a selfish person?"

i never really thought of myself as a particularly selfish person
i'll give up my time, sometimes money, and usually i do help out when asked

yet when i look at my recent major life decisions, i can't help but think that i'm a very selfish person. i leave family and friends just to pursue a future possible thing. all the excuses are gone, only the immense guilt of spending my parents money remains.

the only thing i have left to comfort myself is that they would want me to be happy... right?

being my nosey matchmaking self

& i wonder...

i'm happy today :)

cause i've just learnt of 2 budding relationships.
and coming from the mouth of the involvees no less!

haha. it always makes me feel nice, like the world's a better place.

one is shaw, he likes his flatmate, michelle.
and they are as he puts it, 慢慢来.
shaw! 好好追她!

and the other, i cannot say. i only will say that if i were my 16 year old self i definitely would have had a crush on him... his piano playing= swoonable. and considering i've seen claire play,(not that i think about claire that way, but i'm just saying) its quite good. violin and guitar are no problem for him. and he can speak 5 languages fluently.
the girl is very sweet and i like her a lot even though i've only spoken to her a few times.
yay, nice couple. :)

but anyway, claire! you're still the best piano player i know!