Demon Marker L...passed me OMG

...So miracles do happen, after all :P

But good and bad news do come in a whole package, after all...Found out that the tour to Wineglass Bay (which I have set my eyes upon for quite some time...) was fully booked. Nani kore?? And when I tried to make the bookings for the Choc Factory & Cascade brewery, no one picked up (okay, fine, I admit that it's partly my fault since it's after office hours, anyway, but still... *mumbles mumbles*)!! Oh well, at least I'll still be going to Port Arthur (T_T It's unfortunate, but in all honesty I've never been to Port Arthur even once in my 3 years of studying in Tasmania)

Oh, btw, what's wrong with stuffing my cheeks, anyway?
Let me explain...
Once upon atime in the land of Traboh, two young girls journeyed in search of a somewhat decent eatery in a quest to satiate the painfully loud and melancholic sounds of what was commonly known as the 'belly'. After tiresome minutes of searching and scouring the streets which were somewhat devoid of pleasant eateries, they finally came upon an eatery known as the 'CFK'. As girl Urgnoey had already satiated her hunger at the place called Yawbus, girl Neas eagerly stepped up front, and humbly placed her order.
Neas: "One popcorn chicken melty (?I think), please."
Lady X: "Sure thing. That'll be five-"
Neas: "Wait. Also, a nugget combo."
Lady X: "..."

...A 5-minute pause ensues.

Lady X: "...Both of them?"

Any further bulging of the eyeballs, honey, and they'll soon roll out. Seriously. Please do not underestimate a person's appetite.
And hey, it's not as if I look like some kid from Afghan.

Reasons you should drink coffee in the morning...

Being a coffee-hater, I felt a little inclined to make this post.
Yes, dear sirs, before you start a brand new day, WAKE UP. SMELL THE COFFEE. ALOHA. OHAIYO. WHATEVER.

Don't go around mistakening other people for mannequins!

Geez, what has this world come to?

Seriously, in the past 20 years and 10 months and 26 days of my life, I've encountered quite a few bizzare things...yet the idea of being mistook for a mannequin never crossed my mind- well, until today...err, yesterday, that is.

It was in Jacqui-E, you see. Just your typical window shopping and browsing sorta day, you see....or so I thought.
Anyway, I happened to be browsing near the display glass, where this cleaner dude was doing his morning rounds (I suppose?). In some sorta bizzare, drastic misunderstanding on his behalf that I was some sorta display mannequin (either that dude didn't have his daily morning dose of caffeine, or he had some serious ophthalmic problems), he tried to 'push' me aside to do some cleaning. I was like, WTH??
Much to my -and his- surprise, the 'mannequin' was a living, breathing creature. Needless to say, it was a bit of a surprise to both parties. He ended up saying, "I don't know which of us was more surprised- you or me."

...Dude, do I look like some sorta dummy to you?

Weird day...

First, I end up puking dinner barely 5 minutes after finishing it. Next, I go online to find a friend asking me how to write an essay on 'Intellectual Ability'...hmmm.

Shall I paint a pretty picture of tonight's dinner?
It's a pity that dinner was actually good tonight, because for the first time in my life (I think), dinner ended up being projectile and actually extended to 3 corners of the toilet in the form of some semi-solid mush.
Yes, I am aware of the fact that it is not the most pleasant nor appetizing thing that I can come up with, but hey, give me some credit for the use of (some) euphemisms.

Random time!
You'd think that it's clear that dog collars should be worn by...-you guessed it- Dogs!
I mean, c'mon! Since when was it the latest 'in' thing to wear dog collars? Believe it or not, dudes and dudettes, but it was just a couple of days ago when I came across a certain fellow who happened to fit the exact description.
Sadly, he wore a black collar with spikes, just like the type you'd see on bulldogs that you see on TV. If I may quote myself: "You know the world's come to an end when the latest fashion craze happens to be from Boulevard Bulldog".

Yes, I was in Sarcastic Mode just awhile ago.

...Hey, I'm never in the best of moods every time after dinner comes flying out.

It's like a walking version of Lovely Lace

Please, people. Even if you want to wear perfume, don't overdo it. Don't make it seem like a perfume truck just overturned. Spare the poor people around you, the people who actually need to BREATHE.

It was one fine sunny morning (errr...afternoon, since my afternoons=mornings) at the computer lab, then suddenly three young ladies stride into the computer lab, carrying with them an odour (yes, odour - when the stink is too strong, it's no longer perfume, but odour) beyond belief, and beyond my nostril's ability to cope with.

So do everyone else around you a favour...the next time you're trying to incorporate a hint of flowery loveliness to mask whatever *ahem* natural odours you may have, do it in moderation.

Oh...speaking of which, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LI SHAWN :)
...To think that I tried calling the birthday girl, only to have someone tell me that she's still asleep! LOL oh well

Parade & Protest Day

1. Random pics :)

Behold! It's DebWahnZhenSean 42 (pic above, to the right)! A stunning creation composed of rum, vodka, strawberry, lychee & cranberry juice (shameless self-promotion). Acknowlegdment (lol) for this wonderful creation:

Debbs - vodka
Wahn - strawberry
Zhen Sheng - rum
Sean - lychee
? unknown bartender from T42 - cranberry juice

...A round of applause, please, people.





The birthday girl making a face :P lol (And I thought Tiramisu was your favourite, Debbs)


Don't be fooled; despite the fact that I'm actually FORCING a smile, the drink was bad. Seriously.
...You know you're in trouble when the bartender makes your cocktail while flipping through the recipe book. (Below: the notorious lychee-something, which sounded far better in the menu than reality)









...Thar she blows!!!
...Imaginary candles or not, birthday wishes still have to be made :)

DOGS WITH DREADLOCKS!

Ladies and gentlemen, I kid you not. Parked right in front of a protest-against-the-Tasmanian-pulp mill booth were 2 black dogs (and no, I don’t happen to know their breed) with the zaniest hairstyles (or should I say, ‘furstyles’?). Now, I know that pet owners occasionally indulge in some of their whims and fancies by experimenting on their pets, but dreadlocks? Anyway, speaking of protests…it was a little surprising, sitting by the window of Sakura, calmly sipping some green tea, just to suddenly find a whole crowd marching in the streets, carrying protest signs, drumming away and err…protesting, I guess. It was interesting to see how someone cosplayed as an angel or something (more like a goth angel, especially with all that mascara); what was more interesting, though, was the number of people involved. Ally, ZS & I were all amused at the fact that the line of march seemed never-ending. Quotes of the day:

A: “I didn’t know Hobart had so many people.”
ZS: “Where did all these people come from? …Wait, I know! They’re the same people from the front of the line! They just made a huge circle”

As if the goth angel wasn’t amusing enough, there were a couple of eyebrow-raisers roaming the streets today, like the giant popcorn or giant choc cone on Elizabeth street. Or the santa-hat donning Spiderman who happened to be crossing the street. Hmm…probably had something to do with the Christmas parade they had in the city this morning. Apparently it started at about eight-ish till about 10 in the morning. Just as I was lamenting the fact that I’d missed the parade and complaining at the fact that ZS saw it firsthand, ZS said, “What’re you complaining about? They were testing the mikes first thing in the morning, right OUTSIDE my window. Imagine being woken up by someone saying: ‘Hello…Hello…testing…’ –insert annoyed look-”. Oh well.

Tried looking for gifts (once again) in Salamanca; unfortunately, today’s attempt was once again futile. The entire time was spent aimlessly wandering around, with an occasional stop by the fudge shop and shamelessly pigging out on their samples, or stuffing down a dagwood dog.

Random time!

1. Had moss fish for dinner the night before Debbs left, at Prossers on the Beach. Yes, you heard me right. M-O-S-S fish; I took the liberty of naming it so by its appearance. At first glance, the dish looked grotesquely covered by clumps of greenish bits that looked exactly like Bryophyta…or, widely known as the common moss.

Behold, pictures of moss…

followed by a picture of my dinner:

...Isn’t it just heartwarming?

Bored.....bored....super bored....
And needless to say, I'm smack in the most 'happening' *snicker* place on planet Earth right now. Urgh.
What are the options?
1. Sleep - can't do that; I just woke up from 12 hours of sleep
2. Anime - hell, what are those people in Japan thinking, releasing episodes on a WEEKLY basis, instead of like, every other day?
3. Paint - no can do. There's like, nadda mood.
4. Reply my long-overdue letter to my host parents in Japan - Are you kidding? I can't read, let alone reply the letter.
5. Hang out - ...where? In woolies? Or in the arcade-looking sad-case-of-a-so-called-casino we have here?
6. watch a movie - ...what movie? and no, don't tell me Grey's anatomy or House or anything medically-related. People watch movies to ESCAPE reality.
7. Read a book
8. Manga - like I said, they're releasing stuff too slowly in Japan.
9. Blogging - ...what do you think I'm doing now?

At least I'll be able to vent some of the PTED (post-traumatic-EXAM-disorder) with some retail therapy...
And in all seriousness, I predict mass suicide when Demon Marker L *brrrr even his very name strikes fear in every pharmacy student's heart* finally releases the exam results.


Ahhh....something just hit me. It's about time that I vacuum my room, in fear that Yeong Ru will bolt at the sight of the amount of dust that has been steadily accumulating on my furniture (seriously, the last time Ivy came into my room, the first thing she asked was, "How many years has it been since you last vacuumed your room?").
And yeah, with the amount of hair I shed each day, you'd think I was a Chemo patient.

Oh, have I ever mentioned this? The encounter with...Zipper Boy!
Alas, one fateful day, when I was about to do my laundry...the fateful encounter! Just when I thought it was going to be the average laundry day, some dude comes up to me and asks me if I can fix zippers. And then he talks to me as if we've been the best of buddies for 15 years of something.
???
What...the...hell.....?
Nanda sore wa??

Hey, I'll admit that I can be *a little* unsociable at times, but asking a stranger to fix your zipper, and then mumbling to yourself "I'm so screwed"...Not your usual Saturday morning encounter.

On a very random note, it would seem as though the latest "in" thing would be old high school photos. I have absolutely no objection whatsoever; the only thing that bugs me is the fact that the good ol' traditional camera days are gone, replaced by those digital monstrosities that capture every geeky, retarded moments of yourself without enabling you to destroy every last bit of evidence, unlike back in the old days in which we had negatives that we could easily "accidentally" ruin. Hmph. It's not all too bad, I guess. Except for the fact that over half the people I encountered thought I had eczema. Or the fact that my highschool life wasn't a very blissful one. Or the fact that I wanted to punch something almost every other day. Besides that, life was all good.

Oh well. If I didn't belive in Karma, about a gazillion corpses would've piled up by now.