Update!

That's all. Just an update to remind myself not to let this blog die. Very much like my social life is. Or what remnants of it that's left.

That being said, what has happened since my last post? Let's see.. I have applied for more retail jobs and I finally got off my procrastinating ass and applied for a proper dietitian job.

I also got rejected for the one I mentioned in my last post wuuuuuu T^T you'd think by now I'd be immune to it, but nobody likes being rejected I tell you, NOBODY! (unless you're perverted in that kind of way then come let me unleash my fury on you *cracks whip*)

It makes me feel worthless *sigh*

And it doesnt help that I've turned into some sort of pubescent boy and started sprouting lumpy zits full of pus all over my face. Its like all those thousands of ringgit spent on Accutane treatment was for nothing. And my periods are out of whack. Good god, i'm turning into a manhormonal imbalance much????

Then again it could be because I put away two whole boxes of Digestive biccies in like, 4 days. So much for making Banoffee pie. Ooh and to stop myself from pigging out on Tim Tams (I put one whole tray away in a day last week, no wonder my face is like this) and taking the Micchus's precious ones, I told her she could have a dollar for every TimTam of hers I eat. Which works pretty well because I am kiamsiap that way.

Except that yesterday I was naughty and had a go at hers HAHAHA she doesn't know yet coz I snuck one from the end of the pack. I should leave a note with "$1" on the empty slot no? I want something sweet to eat now dammit! *storms off angrily*

会いたい今。

I've been sighing a lot more lately. Thanks a lot. I am frustrated that I don't know how to go about you, and also frustrated because I'm not even sure you are worth frustrating over about!! ARGH dilemma.

Then again I also could be sighing a lot more as I am now out of a job, and have resumed my hermit-like ways of being cooped up at home, looking forward to the weekends and the next possible outing with you.

I'm supposed to be applying for jobs now, but I've been procrastinating. Will do so tonight. In addition to proper dietetics jobs, I've been trying to get part time jobs in fashion retail.

Ooh its time for the Bold & the Beautiful! *goes off to watch*

Last chance!

A couple of days ago while working at the bookshop, two guys came in. I recognised them from a few days ago, they came in to look for Law textbooks.

So I went up to them and cheerily asked "Hello again! Can I help you?" And one of them goes "Ah so you remember us! Yeah we're just here after some books. And yeah the last time we were here my mate here *jabs finger at the guy with him* asked you out for a date but you turned him down! And he's not the type to take no for an answer!"

At this point my face is still frozen in a smile but my brain was like *wtf no I don't remember this was this Jess he's talking about?* Commence nervous laughter.

"Heh heh, well I'm afraid I shall have to dissapoint him again by saying no... again?"

And then I sort them out with their books and returned to the till to wait and see if they were gonna buy more books. They didn't and left the store. As they were leaving the store the dude pops back in and says "Last chance! Are you available this weekend for a lunch date?"

And I went "Heh heh heh? What?!!?" And shake my head. And then my boss comes out from the office with big smirk on his face and asks "Was he hitting on you". I say clearly no, coz the guy in reference didn't actually say anything it was his friend that did all the teasing. He then asks if I thought the guy was cute, but I was unpacking books at the time and answered "huh? do I think this *book* is cute (wtf)???" And when I realised he meant the guy I said maybe, some people may find that kind of look attractive but not me. Boss states his surprise, he however felt the guy looked a little Wog-ish. And I said "Really? I didn't check to see if he was wearing socks"

Boss gives me a "wtf" face. I said because back in college, my housemate teased me when I wore socks with my sandals. She said it was a very Wog-gy thing to do. So I always thought a Wog was a person that wore socks with their sandals/slippers/loafers. Boss roars with laughter. He tells me a wog is a person of Greek/Italian descent.

But I already knew that lol. And boss himself is a wog. Too bad I didn't check to see if he was wearing socks with his slippers haha.

Boss and my manager didn't let me live the next few days unteased about that incident. They kept shouting "Last chance! Last Chance!" at the most random moments such as when ordering my lunch, or when I am going to the toilet, or even when the shop is too quiet wtf.

Nostalgia

Tonight I went out for a lovely Korean dinner with Micchus and some friends. It was a great time, awesome food and even better company. I haven't laughed so much this week, thanks for always providing a good time, JHau.

As dinner drew to an end, I looked towards the entrance to gauge just how long the queue of the next wave of hungry diners would be. I spot someone who seemed to be staring in my direction, and thought "oh boy, they must really be killing for us to leave". After all, we were done and were doing nothing but chatting and sipping bori-cha. Then I realised that face looked kinda familiar. And my stomach flipped. Because it meant there was a high possibility that you were there.

And you were. Looking at me (or my table). Possibly contemplating murder. But soon enough you got your table, right next to mine. As you and XNgai take your seats, I sneak a closer look at you, as the place was poorly lit and it could very well be your dopelganger. Our eyes meet for a split second, and I am 1000% sure it is you. After obsessing over you for the last few years of my high school life, I am pretty damn sure I know its you when I see you. I quickly avert my eyes. I don't know how to respond or react? Do I go up and say hi? Do I pretend I never saw you? Should I wait for you to make the first move?

I pick the ignore option. It seems you chose that too. After so many years, its the same. Keep calm, ignore and carry on.

Rage girl

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU---

It would appear that he's just an Asian version of Roger. Fark lah, why must it be so????

In other non one-sided stalkinglove news, I'm training to be a bookshop assistant. Yeah. Hope it goes well :D

"As if there were eternal cyclones and neverchanging typhoons..."

Well well well, I still have not received any job offers, only rejection letters :( I am seriously contemplating taking up part-time jobs to make some money so that I don't feel so guilty when spending my parents' hard earned money on food and other unnecessary necessities (like shoes! clothes! french dinners!).

But I digress.

Today's post title continues with "... my heart is swirling with winds of LOVE!".

Sou! It's that time of the year again! Yes yes yes every year it's the same, I always have a new obsession over a person or two lol. Its somewhat a tradition for me :D

I was volunteering at an event as an usher (more like it was an excuse to get dolled up, put heels on and have and a chance to wear my Gallo dress, something I doubt I'd have a chance to do much in Melbourne due to the lack of formal events that Uni used to have). While standing like a an akward plant in my designated position, un jeunne homme walks past with a camera in hand, excitingly clicking away at the night's events and decorations. Something about him catches my eye, and I cannot help but follow with my gaze, and I do not remember if my mouth was hanging open (oh God please let my mouth be closed >.<)

Was it because his face looks so familiar? Was it the glitter of his green bowtie? Or was it because he, cutting a dashing figure in his suit, looks so damn GOOD??? He doesn't have a chiselled jawline or fantastic bone structure, but that twinkle in his eyes (asian SEPET eyes omg haha can't believe I am being sucked in by them) and cheeky smile is sooooo appealing.

I would later find out that he was my junior in high school, and that his younger sister is one of Micchy's classmates/ good friends. I also managed to chat with him briefly and took some pictures for him. He has a really easygoing attitude, and even made me high-five him (with my artic fingers buahaha).

I only wish he wouldn't end up like the rest of my previous obsessions. I really want to get to know him!

It would be nice to be able to believe in destined encounters and romantic wishy washy ideals, but for now I am just content to look at pictures that I had Facestalked for the past 2 days. Le sigh.

Noah's Ark with him. Noda. Noda. Noda! :D *Ouran joke*

One door closes, another one opens?

Okay. I had an interview a couple of weeks ago which went really well (I think :P), so my hopes were all up up UP! Yes, I know the town is remote, prone to flooding and I'll be the sole dietitian in charge (omg the RESPONSIBILITIES!). But still a job is a job. Hit me with your best shot.

And so they did. As it turns out they aren't rushing to fill out the vacancy so I was told they'll rethink and recontact me in a few months. Oh goody gumdrops *sarcastic*. And to my surprise within an hour I recieved another phonecall to set up another interview for another location which I had whacked in an application at the very last minute.

I am excited/nervous. Yes, its a remote town (possibly further away from Melbourne than the previous town). Yes, its prone to flooding and shit weather. Yes I will probably have to live in another town 45 minutes away and drive through a national park everyday to get to work. But a job is still a job.

The interview is on Thursday. Hit me with your best shot. *determined*

Stuck in a rut

Ah. So grad has come and gone, and so have the parents (as usual, drama banyak-banyak involving my mother -- as expected *rolls eyes*). Back to the usual routine.

By usual routine I mean applying for jobs. Yup. STILL. After countless rejections I have to type and edit pages and pages of lies and bullshitmy CV and cover letter to fit each and every job I've applied for.... on average about 4 a day. Ohmigod I hate typing up these damn documents so much i swear at night I dream about the next new creative way to jazz up my CV and letters.

Not to add to the passive background stress of being evicted and rendered homeless in about 5 weeks. Yes my lovelies, the wonderful folk here at YMCA have decided to give me the proverbial boot and take away my guest key by mid-June. AAAAARGH where will I live??!?!??

I guess I could still crash at Micchy's but will have to plan my time to revolve around her timetable. =_=. So inconvenient though.

All this would be solved if I actually score a permanent full time job. Damn. Hey Mr Big Guy up there in le universe, could you throw me a little divine intervention here? Melbourne in winter is a truly sorry time to end up a homeless/jobless bum. I promise to work hard if you provide me a starting step!!!

*whoosh* I'm feeling deflated.

Yeah. Sometimes I randomly go "whoosh" when I go walkabout. It's the sound of me deflating.

Not farting. Deflating in a sense that right now I feel down and yucky and I need something to pick me up.

For those who wondered what happened since my last post, things have turned for the better. Whilst my time in Tamworth was truly harrowing and had driven me to the point of contemplating suicide (seriously bad times.. I've never cried so much on the phone with my sis and suddenly death seemed a much better alternative than being a disappointing parasite who can only bring shame to her family), I did manage to complete my placement by scraping through.

Sydney was much better. Micchus came down and stayed with me. And I was also brightened up by the kindness of my friends who let me live at their place eventhough they were away for a month. It takes alot of guts to hand someone your house keys and then leave them in charge for a month. Although this has happened before earlier this year with Max and Mei. Now I was super touched by their act of kindness, offering a stranger their housekeys as well.

And so after I completed my Sydney stint, I officially completed my course and now am a proper dietitian! Yay! Graduation will be next month. So why the whoosh-iness?

Because here I am, in my sister's apartment, growing mushrooms on my ass as I sit on a couch/chair daily watching TV/ searching and applying for jobs/ cross-stitching like a maniac/ picking my nose/ etc etc. I feel absolutely useless and unproductive!!! And as everyday goes by I feel like I am still a parasite clinging onto my parent's pockets without an excuse for not being a proper adult! For God's sake I'm nearly 23 years old, I fail in the aspect of relationships and stickyhot-ness, I fail in terms of study and academics and now that I at least cleared that hurdle, I fail at getting a proper job and income. Nearly quarter a century gone and what have I got to show? N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Quarter-life crisis sucks.

Mimpi Kahwin...

Yup. The title says it all. Not in THAT context (you perv!), but I've literally been daydreaming about getting married. *headdesk, facedesk and various other hard objects to the head area*

Maybe its the Tamworth air getting to me. Maybe its too much alcohol vapours from the Aqium hand rubs. Anyhoos in my dreams and subconcious daydreams, I see myself getting married to you. Ahh, being a Mrs van *Censored*. Thinking of lovey-dovey phrases in Dutch. Imagining how our children would look like. OMG I want a baby! (Shaddup biological time clock! Shaddup I say, damn hormones!)

And then reality hits and I think WTF am I thinking??!?? The last time I went around calling myself someone's wife was back in Form 2 in high school! And even then at least the dude knew who I was, I'd yell "Hi" to him everyday, there was some interaction between us at least!

With this one, all our interaction so far was a look shared at a dingy dim pub (not sure if he had the beer goggles going on), me adding him on Facebook, and liking one measly status of his. Har bloody har.

It must be the stress of clinicals. And the Tamworth air. If you excuse me now, I need to go eat Gouda cheese and practice my 'Ik hou van jou's.

The return of the budgie smuggler...

On a totally random note, Google has told me that Speedos (or budgie smugglers as they are affectionately called Down Under) are making a comeback.

Hurrah!

This was something that quizzed me as odd as I always though kwei-lo's are supposed to be less conservative regarding beachwear. Like hello, seen all the skimpy bikinis on the girls on the beach regardless of how fat they are?? So I was quite puzzled as to why the guys on the other hand wore board-shorts. My first impression was "maybe it's more suitable for surfing". But I noticed its a staple for non-surfers as well. And for those who DID wear Speedos, they mostly belonged to the older generation. And people would snicker derisively behind their backs.

Ironically, Speedo's are an Aussie invention.

As a child, I have always seen my dad in Speedo's whenever we go to the beach or to the pool. Mind you he has a huge pot-belly, so I wouldnt say he looked great in it. Then again EVERYONE wore Speedos. All my uncles did, regardless of paunch or no paunch. So imagine my suprise (and slight dissapointment, LOL) when all them fit aussie boys run around the beach wearing things that covered too much skin.

UNFAIR!

Bring back Speedo's. It needs to be the swim gear du jour for Aussie blokes once again! Down with the board shorts unless you need it to surf (in which case, use a wetsuit, no?)!!

Because even boardshorts have taken over Malaysia. I doubt many M'sians wear them swim briefs anymore. Is Europe the last continent standing????? (Judging by what the Dutch and German boys are wearing to the beach here in Newcastle, I think not. They might even bring back this nonsensical board shorts idea back home, heaven forbid!)

Overhaul

I suddenly feel a need to reinvent myself.

Maybe not now, as we all know the process of overhauling can be very costly. But in the near future. Read: at least a year after my first paycheck.

But whats on my list? So far its:

1. Give up something. I'm not sure what though. Meat? Sex (not like there is any to give up HAHA, but perhaps doujinshis and other various forms of pseudo-porn)? Coffee and *gasp* tea?? CHOCOLATE??!!?? FRIED FOODS/FAST FOOD (including McDonalds, Burger King, KFC and doner kebabs)??!!?? FACEBOOK?!????

The more important question though, is how long? Hmmm....

2. Stop drinking alcohol. Maybe just a little bit of *expensive* wine? NO. Well. Maybe on special occasions. But only special occasions! Thining about it I hardly drink anyway, but i think the main focus is on how to say NO to drinking it when being pressured to.

3. New wardrobe. To match the new me of course! Goodbye T-shirts with cutesy prints on them that scream "teenager" and "otaku". Hello proper working adult clothes, possibly with a touch of 60's retro flair and elegance of Blair Waldorf. And pretty lingerie. And a proper corset for crying out loud!

4. Something nourishing for the soul. Idk, could be religion, meditation, yoga, chicken soup?.

5. Take a dump at least once a day, at the very very least-est once every 2 days. Yah yah totally random, but I believe a happy colon means a happy mind and mood, leading to a happier you. Boost up the fruit and water intake, bebe!

6. Take any means to clear up my pimply face. Yes. If my shitty acne hasn't cleared up by then (gosh I'd be like, 24? 25? Who the heck has acne at that age??!!), take accutane, take birth control pills, take whatever, just clear it up!

7. Health first. Since I'd be around a quater of a century by then, I think its time to check that all bodily parts are working well. Full body check up dayo~!

8. I *heart* you Mommy and Daddy dearest. If I'm getting older, than the two folks are too. Without trying to sound over morbid, you won't know when the next racial riots occur back home. When the heart attack/stroke happens. When the car crashes and everyone perishes. When some mad burglar breaks in and kills everyone. There are so many scenarios, so many possibilities. So I think I should call my parents everyday (or Skype!) and make sure I tell them that I love them. Heck I don't have to wait till a year after my first paycheck to do this, I ought to do it starting from now!

9. Find a hobby. I need a more normal hobby. Normal meaning something that won't make me an even bigger otaku than I already am. Something befitting an elegant young lady. Tea ceremony? Flower arrangement? Any suggestions?

10. Reconnect with old friends. One can never have too many, especially good ones. 

The overall goal is to somewhat try and become a yamato nadeshiko, without being overtly submissive, having the confidence as well as being unique. Something like mashing up Joan Holloway and Peggy Olsen from Madmen with the classic Japanese housewife. There. Perfection.


What do YOU have on your overhaul list?

Blog death

Yeah. Once again it has finally hit. Basically nothing new since the last post.

I did finish and pass Clinical Placement, but only with a Pass grade. Nothing more to be expected from a 5 week stint though. Which reminds me, i shall have to email the supervisors to ask about wether i'm allowed to re-do that assessment at the end of my next 5 weeks as I would certainly be more competent then.

After that my life routine was:

1)Wake up.
2)Make something to eat. Most of the time I'm lazy, so its just 2 or 3 slices of plain toasted bread. This usually lasts me the whole day. No surprise why really.
3)Sit in front of the computer for hours on end till butt gets sore. Shift in seat to relieve soreness/numbness. Resume staring at computer.
4)Use the toilet/ take a shower and mantain hygiene. I may be lazy but not THAT lazy.
5)Resume position in front of computer till 4am in the morning.
6)Crawl into bed when the first light creeps in between the blinds.

Rinse and repeat for the next 2 weeks. Then off to Melbourne for 3 weeks of quality time with the family.

In Melbourne, I ate lots of dim sum, hung out with family and cousins, toboganned down a snow-icy slope, watched porn for free (followed by, horrendously, a woman giving birth. You get the full view of her hoo-hah with the baby's head popping out. Squirmed in the chair a little and decide never to have children. Ever.) at a museum and drank waaaaay too much (single origin! :D)coffee for my own good. In rankings for a skinny mocha:

1. Ethiopian Yirgacheffe @ Jasper's, Fitzroy
2. Ethiopian Nekisse Microlot@ Brother Baba Budan
3. Guatemalen something something @ Brother Baba Budan
4. Non single origin, Genovese blend @ MART 130
5. Sumatran (or was it Sulawesei??) @ Brother Baba Budan AND S2 Blend @ Sensory Lab (Its a tie!! :D)
6. Kenyan M'bee @ Seven Seeds, Berkeley St; AND
7. (and it was so bad and oversweet that it burnt all the way down) House blend @ Brunetti's, Lygon St

Got back to Newcastle yesterday. Have resumed the same routine as before going to Melbourne. Only that I have been going out with some friends so less time spent in the chair.

Sadly, I found out that June is going off to Tasmania next week *sobsob*. One less friend in Newcastle. Boo. Oh well, time to pick myself up coz Foodservice placement starts next week!

2 weeks of madness, followed by a 3 week break, followed by 7 weeks of hell. Ah, I love my life *starts planning suicide*.

Sleeping with one person is sleeping with many...

Today was my first time in the HIV ward. Today is the first time I shook a HIV positive person's hand. Today I had the most physical contact with HIV infected people in my life.

Its shocking how all my patients today were male. And gay. Some of them were open about their illness (he was a lovely old man), others hid their problems away (his mom didn't know he was infected), others are depressed and suicidal that they are this way (he was sexually abused as a boy by his brother and hamsap old neighbour, became gay, had a partner who comitted suicide, another died in a tsunami, and to top it all off, his asshole of a new boyfriend drugged him, raped him while he was out and that's how he got infected. Because the guy lied about his sexual history and claimed he was clean). All were so very sick, one had eyes that were red like the demon's! It would have shocked me but thanks to watching the latest episode of House MD where the fella's eyeballs somewhat exploded with blood, i had been de-sensitised lol. Another was blind due to all the infections he suffered whilst his immune system was smashed from the HIV. Its all very sad.

Its even more ironic that yesterday's episode of Grey's Anatomy had a scenario back in the 70's where HIV was called GRID (gay related immune deficiency) and all the doctors acted like he had the plague, wouldn't even touch him or eneter his room. And here I was shaking their hands, ungloved. How the times have changed!

So moral of the story people, don't jump into bed without making sure the person is HIV free, and dont just take their word for it. See the actual paper for yourself. And always practice safer sex, just in case. And life doesn't have to end if you get infected. Its just not very nice.

Somewhere away from my usual place

Sorry for the lack of update. No its not blog-death. 

I have been away on placements for the last 3 weeks at Taree and Forster. The lack of innternet connection and privacy meant no blogging as I could be potentialy caught bitching about the very people I live with lol.

Buuut as one of them has gone home for the weekend, and the other out for a walk, this means I have the complete freedom to bitch and blah about EVERYTHING! Yahoo!

Oh, and if my post suddenly just gets cut off and ends weirdly, it just means one of my fellow roomies have returned and back to blog-death until the next time i get some alone time lol.

But so far its been okay. Taree is a small and picturesque little town. The workload has been light and relatively relaxing. I am being involved in establishing baseline data for a primary school before they get this awesome kitchen-garden thingy implemented. Their school is right next to the beach! Those lucky little buggers :D. But basically all I am doing now is data entry and report writing. So dry and blah!

I returned home to Newcastle for the past 2 weekends. The first was to renew library books and use internet lol. The second was to hang out with some friends. We went down to Sydney for the horse races and a night out. Horrid weather aside, along with money flying out of my pocket at an impressive speed, it was a pretty good weekend. I let a drunken guy crawl over me and put his face in my chest lol. He was drunk, I hate him with a passion, but because he was drunk and won't remember, I took advantage of him. Hah. Usually its the other way around no??

This weekend i did not go back to Newy, choosing instead to see what Taree has to offer on weekends. After a night of karaoke, and by karaoke i mean standing in front of the whole pub and singing into a mic. I sang "Take a chance" by ABBA. Cringe worthy. I believe i mumbled "sorry, sorry..." into the mic a few times. Then adrenaline kicked in and i managed to yell my way (in tune!) to the end. There is this beardy medical student with funky hair who came with us, and I thought he was cool in a beardy way coz we went out on Wednesday night and he seemed very nice. Anyways he looked like he was flirting with my friend. And he came back with us for a while. Then we made plans to have breakkie together.

So we had breakkie together. I felt like a lampost/third wheel the whoooole time. Not to mention, being the pig I am, I managed to wolf my breakfast down in half the time they took to finish their meals. Great. Plus trying not to stare are Dr Beardy. Which made me look like I was disinterested and bored. What an asshat I am.

I am trying not to be akward to my friend either. Because yes, I am a teensy weensy bit jealous, eventhough I have no logical reason to be jealous as a) he is not mine, and never was and b)there was no chance to begin with. 

However I am just frustrated that the guys I always like always end up going for someone around me but not me!!! Like I said before, is something wrong with me?? I don't mean it like "dude, you gotta like me. We should be, like, a couple. Actually lets get married right now. I want your babies.". I would just like to skip all the parts and jump to the process of "I want your babies". In fact just plain flirting is nice, because its suuuuuuuuuch a boost to your self confidence and ego! Ask me out for a movie dammit!

Logically speaking I only have another 1 and a half weeks to go here. So I don;t expect much. I know I am being emo-emo abit now, but give me a few days and I shall recover and be back to normal! :D

On another non-boy related note, my wisdom tooth is acting up again with a stupidly serious case of pericoronitis. This is the second time this year, and the worst because I have to frequently drain and press pus out of the gums which still cover the damn tooth. Yucks. Plus it hurts so much. And I am afraid of Ludwigs angina. Damn you, OSHC, for not covering the costs of dental!

And damn me, for being old enough to be getting teeth of wisdom! Wisdom my ass!

I'm not that girl..

Ahh... back from a night out. The first I've been to in a long loooooooooooooong time.

My temporary housemate invited me out, with the promise that I'll be meeting some of her fellow German peeps. So I met them, one Kenyan, one Iranian, and three other Germans (which i think included one of Middle-Eastern descent).

Whats hotter than a hot guy? A German hot guy, lol *gets slapped*

Well ok ok he's not HOT hot like chiselled euro-model-dude kind of hot (omg Stefan aka "GermanClarkKent" come baaaaack ;__;). He just looks annoyingly like that Dexter actor guy, and I like the Dexter actor guy, and so I kept staring at his face. Oh yeah not to mention weeks of social isolation meant that I ACTED LIKE A EFFING TOOL AROUND HIM. I can't believe the rubbish that flowed out of my mouth. OMG I want to crawl into a hole and die. But yes, I thought he was dishy.

Unfortunately hotness has a sort-of girlfriend. She was pretty hot too. More like lukewarm actually. But still, pretty. And mega nice, she smiled at me lots and let me steal a sip from her drink. I think she's trying to hit on him, but he's not reciprocating much?? DAMMIT WHY AM I SUCH A TOOL? I actually believe I may have had a chance to at least meraba-raba him in feigned drunkeness had I not cared so much about what other people think (heck i'll be gone in 3 days and barely anyone will remember me! :D)

Meh. No fate, no fate... =_=

Or maybe, no booze... no balls.

Hunter Valley Wine Tour

Last Friday I went on a tour with Linny to the Hunter Valley, NSW's wine country. It was only a few days ago yet it feels like weeks have gone by since I hugged her goodbye at Broadmeadow station (in fact, she's probably on her way back to Perth as I type!). Time goes by fast indeed.

The first vineyard we visited was Drayton's. That was my first time tasting Verdelho. I can't remember what I thought about it but apparently I seem to have scribbled "not bad!" next to it on the list of wines provided. Then they served a white wine named "Lily" which I thought was ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS. Sweet, like the Botrytis Semillons, but without that heavy sticky syrupy consistency. At 24$ a bottle, I kinda regretted not picking it up. Boo.

Next stop was McLeish Estate. It had an emblem with a cat(i think? or an ugly lion) on it, and an odd motto "Touch.Not.The.Cat.Bot.A.Glove". Beats me what it means. The wines were ok-ok only, but one thing that stood out was their Shiraz. I hate drinking Shiraz, at Drayton's I thought it tasted salty and spicy and hard to drink (excuse me if thats totally different to what Shiraz is supposed to taste like, I was sick so all aromas were lost on me. I could only taste sweet, salty, sour and bitter. :/) But the one served at McLeish was very drinkable.

At this point my head is hammering. Helloooo hangover. Apparently I'm not even red yet. The next stop we make is at the Smelly Cheese Factory. Sampled some cheese. Everyone else bought gelato while I make a date with the toilet bowl *hurl*. Caught my reflection in the mirror. Not a hint of red except my eyes, and my face was pale with a green tinge to it. Yikes. 

The third vineyard was Kevin Sobel's. I sat out at this one. Just spent more time in the toilet, emptying my stomach of all alcoholic contents and wishing my head would stop throbbing. I asked Linny how the wines were. She says there was one interesting red wine which tasted like a white wine and was sweet.

Next stop: Lunch, followed by McGuigan's. This time I felt much better after hurling so much, plus now there is some food in my stomach. So I decided to take only 2 small sips per sample (no matter how tasty Botrytis wines are!) and toss the rest. All was quite so-so. I bought a bottle of 2008 Noon Harvest Merlot for less than 18$, because it was nice and sweet and surprisingly refreshing served cold. And cheap too, lol. 

The last stop we made was the Golden Grape Estate. They served only liquers and port. Which was a dead shame coz i tossed most of it away. A little sakit hati to toss them especially when some of them were like 10 years old. And one 25 year old one, older than me ok! The finale waswhen all of us had to down a shot of Dragon's Breath together. Dragon's Breath is butterscotch schnapps with rosemary and a chili padi (bird's eye chilli) in the bottle. OMG liquid fire. All us ladies shouted out the pain when we were done. But me and Linny held our cool while the Swedish and Norwegian chicks were clamouring for the iced water.

Then we headed back to Newy. The end. Lol, I am only posting this so I can remember which wines to buy when I go back to the Valley for my placements. Plenty of time to buy.

Hoo-bloody-ray! (really!)

My period came last night. I have never been happier to see it before.

For the first time in years I started worrying when it didn't show up on time (10 days late!). Not that I've been engaging in any activities that would give me due reason to be worried =_=. (still as pure as the driven snow~~ if you don't count my polluted mind *cough*)

I just don't like it when the only thing about me that runs like clockwork doesn't run like clockwork anymore. Also makes me feel a little powerless because I used to have control over my periods back when I was on the Pill. Oh yeah, 3 periods a year. Awesome. Plus I always knew when it would start and when it would stop: which was whenever I wanted it to. Powerrrrrr....

Now I have to rely on my unreliable hormones. Speaking of hormones my face is like the moon again. Not enough acne to warrant starting the Pill again (oh, glowy glowy skin!) but bad enough to make me fret. When will my skin ever grow up??

I've Just Seen a Face

First off: I PASSED!!!! Hello 4th year!!! Please be kind to me :)

Anyways, regarding the title of the post, I met someone. Briefly. It was during an event my parents were invited to. Me and Micchy went shopping while they did their mingling (in other words we weren't invited, LOL). But after our yummy dinner (satisfied my Pasta alla Vongole craving), we went shopping and started to rceive phonecalls from my mom at an increasingly annoying frequency and urgency. Apparently "someone" wanted to meet us. But because the place she was at was sooooo boomingly noisy, Micchy had to shout into the phone like a mad person and people in the departmental store were throwing weird looks at us.

So we, in a slightly sour mood, begrudglingly trudged our way to the place. We got there and got introduced to this lady and her sons. Ahhhh no wonder....

Sadly, the place was really too noisy for any real conversation to take place. I could barely hear his name when we shook our hands. (Plus my mood was so sour it was probably plastered over my face... dammit!). I didnt know much about him at the time but later I found out he was a family member of a very important person, meaning in a fews years time he would be a very imprtant person himself too O_O. I cant really remeber his face as I didnt want to stare and be rude, but I do remember him being very nice and polite (his bro too).

AAAAAAHH why must I be a total asshat at the worst times????? I shouldve put on makeup that day and remove my tatty toenail polish!!! AAAARGH fate was good enough to throw me the oppurtunity to meet him once.... and I totally blew it. ;____;..... 

*headdesk* I will probably end up and old maid, surrounded with cats. Boo.

Pedo-dedo-deddle-dooo~

I just got back from Cameron Highlands..

It was a quick trip for my family along with my dad's high school classmates (2 of them made it up all the way from Singapore and Penang o_o)

And i can't stop obsessing about this boy! *dammit* He's a my dad's classmate's nephew. Nothing new, I've obsessed and cyberstalked people I've met on trips before...

Only this kid is a kid =_=. Like, 14 or 16 at the most. *Slaps self* Must...not...corrupt...images...of his... innocent... bodyface... >.<

AAAAARGH WTF IS HIS NAME SO I CAN CYBERSTALK GAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Sobsobsob... its times like these i feel being 21 = being old. I wanna be 16 all over again. Come back teenage angsty years~~~!!!