Hard, Cold Plastic / Theobromine + Flavenoids + Dopamines = *ChOCoLiCiouS*

GOD its cold. Nipple hardeningly cold. Testicle numbingly cold. Its not so much the highs of 4C and lows of -3C - its the goddamn wind and the fuckin magical combo of rain/sleet/hail that always seems to come whenever you're waiting for the bus or moving between lectures. You'd think i'd be used to it after all these years but its still goddamn irritating.

Just got an object reminder of what a *sweet deal* it was to live in Westwood today(sarcasm, incase you didnt pick it up), courtesy of dear old dad mixing up my current address with last years address, and a Warwick post employee who spoke like he had a mouthful of cotton. Got a call in the morning sayin that i had a DHL package from Malaysia, and "yeah we'll hold *unintelligible* room * unintelligible* until 4 today otherwise *unintelligible* card, alright?". Its a pretty important document ( of the supplementary chip & pin plastic kind ) so yeah..better get it quick hmmn?

In my friday blurness i assumed it would be held in the main post room near rootes since i wasnt technically staying on campus anymore. Nope. Nice long cross-campus walk in the wind to the Westwood mail room. I didn't need to be psychic to hear the chief porter going "Oh crap i thought we werent gonna see this plonker again" in his head the second i stepped in.

Happily broke and cut my old plastic after stripping the new one, when i realised that i wasnt given a pin for it. Balls. Still cannot use la like that! Anyhoo, anyone up for joining me in christening it sometime soon? Selfridges in Birm maybe - or London? Havent shopped for anything other than food for freaking donkey years.

Got agenda to go shopping sommore - need some new shoes, and maybe some random impulse buys. Need to indulge in my born-again chocoholicness too - Green & Blacks just aint cuttin it no' mo'. I need my single bean Valrhona darks and pralines. I need my Kshocolat dark choc wrapped candied oranges. I need my Charbonnel & Walker thins.

Taken waay too long ago

Tempus Fugit / Yumma-dum-dum

Time felt really weird the last week - it didn't exactly fly by, but then you're like DAAyymn its already the end of week 8. Its kinda dangerous having no pressing deadlines or labs or assignments. Annoying, isn't it - how they're holding out on our chosen lab writeup just so we'd have to do it over the hols - along with the materials assignment and other catchup studying. I feel like soo many of my fuckin brain cells took vacation and then dissapeared because of this lull period.

Wasnt a total waste of time tho. Managed to catch up on some gymming, sorted out all the boring little things, get back to some gaming ( if thats what you call raping a corvette with six star destroyers in "Empire At War"....*pchiew pchiew*) and also been muckin about more in the kitchen. Behold the fruits of my labours!



Mushroom and spinach fritatta(just for meee), otak otak(brought some for the post mnite thingy) & Moroccan lamb lemon and apricot tagine & couscous with peppers and pine nuts( for da house). Also made bouillabaisse(italian seafood stew) but was a bit malas to take nice nice pic. Recipes and instructions?

1. Google 'em or find some random recipe sites, you lazy bastards.
2. Cannot read 1 ar?
3. Fine. Give me a good enough *incentive* and we might work somethin out.

And i wonder why i'm not losing weight despite murderous 1000 calorie gym sessions. Haih.

From Glowsticks to Kerabu Taugeh

On non-food related fun - there was Metamorphosis last friday. No big deal lor - just like a normal union dance/house night with foggers, lasers, and glowsticks at 3 quid a bloody pair. A ripoff, true, but who needs stimulants or alcohol when you got glowsticks? WhEEeeeee. Gotta grab more next time tho because ppl keep nicking them - or chain them to my hands - fuyyo then can do even cooler shit. And end up somehow injuring myself-gerenti. Pic courtesy of Tanya.

Drunkenness galore with one of our own working at the bar. Cheap/free drinks galore! *Certain* people ( nope not me) got soo hancur until cannot remember what happened yesterday. Cannot say anymore. Except reiterating that its not me. hAhahah

There was also the Post Mnite Social that following weds. Ironic, no - curing PMS with PMS. Who could resist free Kak Shida food and a sneak preview of the DVD ( which incidentally is looking soo much better this year due to the more & better cameras covering the show) .Sempat debut my otak otak also ( yup its the first time i tried makin it. serious). Super deja vu when everyone started signing each other's programme books - thats like...soooo high school kan? haha nostalgic gileerrrr. Hell if i was gonna sign people's books might as well get in the game, aight? Naturally, massive camwhoring followed.


Hats off to Delene who managed to wear all three colours ( the nights theme was "Red, Blue and Yellow) plus white as well. With the twin quasi-pigtails sommore - like japanese schoolgirl superhero liddat. Kawaiii!


Might as well cram in a photo or two ( literally) from the much overdue - and thus overwritten - post about the SingSoc CNY dinner.

Just had to squeeze in a quick peep about the blackjack sesh they ran - alongside the mahjong and the karaoke. It wasnt stricly proper gambling, but there was a buy in and you got a set amount of chips in the beginning. My second hand said all that needed to be said about the rest of the night.

Nuff said. This from two decks. Insaffff.

For those expecting something more mendalam, sorrila...i'm kinda tapped out. I think that little bit about the Alba/Johansson sapphic romance was as insightful , artistic or literary as i'm gonna be for a while. Any prose i write would give away too much of what's in my head right now, and the topics that i would wanna write on are not exactly blogsafe - like my thoughts on organized religion - so just bear with a few more superficial photoposts and rants, mmkay? Luvya!

"Don't hate - appreciate.."