my first chef attempt!

The week's been turning out pretty well... pretty tame (which is VERY good). So let's see... I very successfully took a bus to town on monday to pay my hp bills which came up to.. half a thousand. I dunno how that happened. *sigh* BUT point is, I saved cabbie money!! Yippie!! Oh, and i fixed my digicam...yay!


Daddy drove me home coz I decided to be fillial daughter and go home for dinner. After a lil deliberation, my sis and I decided to cook dinner and give my mum a lil well deserved break. Nope, I didn't have much of a major fuck up this time and I didn't burn my kitchen down. It turned out pretty nice! Check out Specimen A below.

On the menu was salmon with er... some seafood sauce, rosemary herbs... can't remember what else I put in. It's purely inspirational, whatever i put inside. Chicken drumstick with... some herbs, again, and some honey... yummmmy... and last but not least, my grandmama's signature steam eggs!! I added my own version of crabmeat. Er.... was a lil hard.. more water in my next attempt! Hey.. i feel well on my way of perfecting this dish and fulfilling one of my resolutions man! My sis thawed and added the honey... kekeke.... in case you're reading this, my little one, GO AND SLEEP!~ Okay... she played a more supervisory role.

my first time.... making dinner at home... so accomplished!! *yummm*

I'd almost forgotten how great and oddly romantic it is to take a bus. I miss busrides and methinks I'll do it more often. Just sitting there with no one to bother u. (provided the bus is not too occupied with stinky people and and sweaty kids) I love busrides! The ride's long enough for u to read a sufficient no of pages, listen to a sufficient no of songs and when you get tired or bored, just look out the window knowing that the world is going crazy out there and here u are in the bus... all quiet and zen. Free teevee... and if you are a couple, methinks it's wildly romantic to sit in that little booth and do nothing but chat the ride away. Hold hands if you wanna, kiss and do silly things knowing people can see.. but they wun say anything coz it's your own little world. snuggle and cuddle up not just because u want to but because there really is only enough space for a cuddly couple. Yah.. of coz not overdoing it though... some things should really be left in the room.

I'm feeling in such a silly romantic mood I think i'm going nuts!! *yuck* What has come over me man?~! haha!

"So I walked under a bus, I got hit by a train. Keep falling in love, which is kinda the same. I've sunk out at sea, Crashed my car, gone insane. And it felt so good I want to do it again"

Confessions of an Alcoholic

So, I've just gotten back from melbourne after a week's break. I didn't even check before going for flight but so it seems, or as I found out, it was the longest stay we have to melbourne and hence, the allowance was the highest! *ka ching!* Great start to my must-save-$$-campaign.

Anywayz, because of medication (yes, I'm trying VERY hard to finish my antibiotics), and a whole day of sleeping in, I ended up still being WIDE awake after going out for dinner and a small catch-up session with ex-SIM lecturer. Well it turns out that one of the stewardess on this flight was my NP-senior-turned-SIM-junior. And since she arranged to meet up with him, i decided to tag along and play mystery guest. We ate, had dessert, had coffee, talked, walked around, drove around before deciding to call it a night coz we had nowhere else to go... aussieland closes waaaay toooo early for my comfort. So when I was back in my room at around 2ish am aussie time (after i went for a drink at the hotel lounge), i decided to do the next most constructive thing - that is to read my neeew boookie "Confessions of a Shopaholic" (Ya, i know it's been a looong time since the book's been out but HEY, I READ WHATEVER.. WHENEVER..)

Lowdown on bookie? Well, it kinda pissed me off for the first 3 quarters of the story. I mean, I've heard it's a great read but it honestly did piss me off! Half the time I was thinking, "FUCK, how on earth can anyone be so freakingly mindlessly irresponsible!?~!" Some examples for those who dun already know, she basically fucks up and decides to avoid the problem by just shutting it out, shopping more to get her mind off the problem when the problem IS her money management... getting people into shit because she was just too unbothered or too self-centered to think before speaking... hmm... okay.. she did try time and again to right the wrongs, pay her bills, save money.. but still.... ends up back to square one... Then, she just comes up with the stupidest lies time after time just to cover up one lie after another... pissed me off so bad, i almost wanted to stop reading the book. I wonder how on earth can she face herself looking into the mirror everyday?? (okay fine.. so i read with a lil too much emotion... i get too personal... it's just a book.. i knoe... but that's my problem) At least at the end of the day, she finally realised wat a prick she was becoming (a tad too harsh i suppose) and decided to face her problems head-on. Started picking up the pieces she left scattered when she freaked out and well... after facing the harsh reality, things go ta lil easier to handle and she became a changed person... well.. just slightly. Oh, and she ended up getting lucky too! BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT.

Finished the book the very same nite/morning and then I started thinking about myself. Some sort of realisation hit me when I asked myself... "do people look at me like that??" Ok, while I'm proud to say I ain't no shopaholic, I must confess that words like clubbaholic and alcoholic HAVE been thrown in my face too many a times. "SHIT" The way she turned to shopping just to escape having to think about her mounting problems seemed to parallel the way I turn to drinking and that's when the alarm bells rang. The vicious cycle of having that ONE more drink and then end up messing up.. and then end up drinking more to escape the fact that I fucked up seem to be a cycle I can't quite get myself out of. Like the shopaholic, we find ourselves going down the spiral again and again before hitting a final ditch where everything get's stagnant, where nothing's changed nor is it getting better.

Methinks I'm kinda in that state right now. Been saying I gotta, wanna, haveta, MUST start saving money. Been saying I wanna start a healthy lifestyle*BAH* exercise a lil, lose a lil weight, tone up a lil... *PUI* Been saying i wanna take up something new or get back to letting my fingers run up and down a piano... NOT DONE. Been saying I wanna club less and drink less but it's so not happening. All I've achieved thus far is to lose my things and chalk up payments for nicky's car accident *BLEAH* I don't think i need another fuck up before really lose my mind.

So I guess the book's pretty ok afterall. Made me realise what I had to realise. It's not about realising it but realising that I will actually loathe myself if i were my friend. Anywayz, I just had to get this out. And who knows, when i start turning my life around... maybe I'll get lucky! BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT! *teeheehee*

last day of freedom

woke up this morning with the wierdest dream of all... dreamt that I was in some wierd era and had to be transported away from my 'village'. i returned only to discover that i was gone for quite a number of years and my passport, check this out, had like 800 'unread messages'. like... imagine not checking ur hp for a few yrs but instead of a hp, it's a freakin passport. i started flipping through the pages to look through and the more i read, the heavier my heart felt. it went sorta like...

"diana, where are you, come back... gong gong (grandpa) looking for you..."
"diana, it's been X number of days... we miss you..."
"diana, gong gong very sick... come back quick!"
"diana, we're at the hospital... where are you..."

and the final straw...

"diana, gong gong just passed away... he was looking for you..."

i broke down at that very instant and burst into tears with a force so strong that i literally woke up and started sobbing uncontrollably. i tried to go back to sleep but i continued crying even after the dream had already rudely brought me back to reality.

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the day's been pretty good. after i woke up, did my laundry, cooked lunch, watched news, heard that i MIGHT be going for oasis concert, crossed my fingers, watered corrine's plants (which, btw, is actually quite theraputic) met my friend for coffee and had a really great chat... followed by really REALLY great news that i AM gonna watch oasis with dearest gracia... (sorry, but thanks kai)... met gracia, had dinner, went for oasis!!!!!

maybe it's finally the end of my cursed week. *touch wood* better dun say too soon. *sigh*

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enjoyed oasis concert a hell lot but i wish i knew more of their songs. a fight almost broke out though and police and bouncers had to come in to get everyone to sit down... sigh.. children. but it kinda was a lil more entertaining coz i didn't quite knew the song they were singing. after the 'commercial break'... went on to belt out favs like wonderwall, champagne supernova and of course... dun look back in anger... i think these 3 songs had the most people screaming and dancing and jumping and wat-u-will-see-in-a-concert stunt. but it was great. i was telling gracia... bring ME to a bon jovi concert and you'll NEVER see me on both feet at the same time. i'll prolly be one of those throwing my knickers at them!! hah... anywayz... if just a wish is to be granted... please.. bring bon jovi to singapore for a concert... or/and robbie williams too! or/and matchbox 20... or/and... er... U2? okay.. make that... 4 wishes... *starts wishing*

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well, it is finally the end of my wretched week of leave. back to work tomorrow, off to melbourne. in fact, i'm kinda glad i'm going to work. being so free everyday isn't exactly very fun. but i enjoyed myself in a sense that well... i guess it's been more eventful than my previous 10 days of leave. back to work! back to earning money! back to... sanity.

*what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger*

cursed!

Just when you thought life probably can't get anymore exciting/ dull/ uneventful/ whatever... something surely has to happen to make it either one of the above.

Let's see... my precious nano, mobile got stolen while I was out. (in all sense of the word)

methinks it's such a vicious cycle coz almost everybody has lost their phones at least once in their lives. Be it own carelessness or some other itchy fingers. we all know it's not that phone that matters but the data that it stores... and we alll know that you'd give anything to get the phone back. why not in future when u find a phone or decide to be mean and steal one right under their noses, do something smarter... ask for a fee or something... sell it back to the owners.. sell the sim card or offer to transfer the data for all I care... just fucking gimme back my freakin phone!~

and u who's taken my phone AND my nano... you're just plain fucking evil... ROT IN HELL.. ROT ON EARTH FIRST... PUI PUI PUI!~

and then... kinda 'buanged' nicky's car (different day, of course)

Nicky's car got away with a dent but i'm ultra superly utterly sorry to the other guy... quite smashed in he was... i guess most importantly, nobody got hurt. I was already driving at turtle speed... sighh... it was all my bad.. :(

and then... been having coughing fits day in, day out making it impossible to sleep

Louis says it's smoker's cough.. i dun really care what on earth issit, as long as it's not TB. (choy!~) all I want is some peace and quiet!~ I wanna get on with life.. and i wanna sleep properly!~

and the cherry on the icing... not even the icing on the cake, mind u... my fucking period just came!~!~!!~! (ahem... screwing up my tanning plans at sentosa... and my check up tomorrow morning)

this has gotta be the worst week of the year... so fucking sick... and back to u, whoever u are, who's taken my stuff... DAMN U!~ FUCKER!~!~!

A lil confused, a lil bothered, a lil happy

Just checking in on my blog and being a kaypoh today, I realise I haven't checked in for sometime! I mean, for some people, it's normal but I kinda have this compulsive need to blabber so it really felt pretty long.

Do you even realise it's almost mid-feb? Geez!~ Time does fly and if you dun take note, everything that's happened will prolly whizz past without us even noticing!~

Lets see... In the blink of an eye, aly and char have come and gone back to syd. Followed by Adrian and ivan, then sel... then we're back to square one. Since the last time I blogged, I've prolly put on maybe 2kg?? (Well, truth is I dun dare weigh myself so am living in denial).

Eat, drink, eat, drink, drink somemore while I was in HKG and SFO. And when I got back, it's cny catch up sessions with more booze. They should start putting vitamins in any alcoholic drinks so at least I get daily dose of erm... much needed supplements.

Oh!~ Not forgetting people around me getting hitched and all... haha... two of my close close pals (not to each other though)... Oh you know i'm super happy for you. It really is heart-warming.

Oh! And louis is doing his flights now... was kinda surreal to see him in uniform outside my door in freaking narita. How wierd is that!~

Yep, all that happening within a span of about 2 weeks?

"Goodnight di, I wish you were my last vision before sleep, and the first thing I see in the morning..." Sounds a lil cheesy but it prolly would've been nicer if it was from someone I actually cared for. But then again....