Too Much Food

Here's what I had for my  homemade vegetarian dinner today. I'm only glad this doesn't happen so often. One day I will go "pop" and that will be the end of me.

Appetizer: Salad made of rocket leaves, bococcini cheese, fried haloumi cheese and mushrooms seasoned with olive oil and lemon juice.

Main Course:
First Dish: Pizza made of tomato base, mushrooms, onions, basil leaves, half eggplant and half pineapple.

Second Dish: Fried eggplant with chilly base.

Third Dish: Angel hair pasta with olive oil, mozzarella cheese and basil leaves, and bottled tomato sauce cooked with onions, garlic, zucchini and mushrooms.

Dessert: Pulut hitam (otherwise known as glutinous black rice) with mango and lychee.

This is only half of those Chinese ten course wedding dinners I've eaten at but it feels like so much more. I should have just taken bite sizes out of each course but it just tasted too yummy. Greediness... *Groans* Who needs meat when vegetarian dishes are cooked like this? And I used to be such a meat lover.

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My Happiness(?) comes in so many forms...

Today, I logged onto Facebook and did the cursory accepting of gifts and returning them for my various applications. Very unremarkable, but...

Facebook tends to sort my friends through their networking groups and I've never really paid attention to them before. Out of idle curiosity I decided to check out the list of networks. Leaping out of the page at me was a single entry for "UTS". The only UTS I could think of was University of Technology, Sydney. I don't remember having any Australian-made friends going to UTS, hence my curiosity started to build up: who on earth could this friend be? I looked at the name and stared. Excitement and happiness peaked. OMG it's a guy from Malaysia!!! It's one of my Malaysian friends! There's a Malaysian person I know that is currently existing near me!!

It's probably just me getting happy for nothing because I don't even know that guy very well, but the prospect of one of my M'sian friends existing NEAR me was just so exciting! Not that we're going to meet up or anything but it's just...WOW! So cool! *grins from ear to ear* Since most Malaysian people don't tend to move into Sydney, my hopes of having any M'sian friends near me had been pretty dim. Seeing this listing was like eating peppermint ice cream - refreshing, chilly (in a good way) and absolutely AWESOME.

And even though my reaction is slightly delayed (universities are already in their last terms) I feel extremely happy that the world is so small. It gives me the reassurance that I'll always be able to meet up with my good friends no matter how far away they may once seem. Here's to keeping the world small!

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Death to all Vacuum Cleaners

If I ever invent something, it will be a green bomb that specifically targets all vacuum cleaners. I want to commit genocide on those evil machines. I will be Adolf Hitler to the vacuum cleaners.

A more rational idea would be for me to invent a vacuum cleaner silencer that is cheap and affordable. That way everyone can buy it without waiting for their vacuum cleaner to konk out while the "silent vacuum cleaner" phases in. Instant gratification is something we all seek.

It all started...since a long time ago. Every time someone pulled out a vacuum cleaner, I would run to the farthest corner of the house in relation to the dreaded vacuum cleaner's position. If I was stuck, I would stick my fingers in my ears until it was over. That hatred for vacuum cleaners reached its pinnacle the past week when  my sister woke me up by turning on the TV and forgetting to close the door. As the TV murmured its way into my disturbed and fragile psyche, pain ballooned in my cerebral cortex. And it wasn't just a normal, sledgehammer pounding headache. It was missile launching kabooms; New Year's fireworks echoing around the tiny confines of the grey matter that is my brain.

My nerves have been fried from the intensive study for the HSC. Hence, I am pretty sensitive during the mornings. When my mom walks in and out of the room cleaning up after my sister, I hear every, little thing. The squeak of the door, her footsteps, the swish of her clothes...yeah. It's okay if she does it once in awhile, but when she does it frequently...it multiplies and adds up, contrary to the theory regarding the photoelectric effect. But I can take it, because hey, that's everyday life, and it's my MOM. I'm not yelling at her. I'm not even gonna say she's wrong, let alone tell her to stop doing anything. So MOM + sister = frazzled nerves

Just when I'm at the peak of being frazzled, my dad pulled out the vacuum cleaner. MOM + sister + vacuum cleaner = World of Pain. I had instant meltdown and a torrential nosebleed. I haven't had a nosebleed since I stopped eating the oh-so-yummy but unhealthy/heaty M'sian food. Which means I haven't had a nosebleed in three years.

I just want this HSC to be over. I am done with it. Done with vacuum cleaners. Fine. Finito. When this is all over I'm moving deep into some remote jungle. No communications, no man made noise-making machines; just me and nature. Pure bliss.

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