ok this is long overdue (sorry dan!) but here's the recipe for the creamy mushroom thingy i made 2 weeks back:

5 big cloves of garlic
1 large yellow onion
1 pack halal turkey bacon (400g i think)
1 box of button mushrooms (white or brown)
6 big shitake mushrooms
1 can Nestle cream (125 ml i think)
salt and black pepper

1) chop up the garlic, onion, bacon and mushrooms.
2) heat olive oil in a pan and throw fry garlic and onions till soft.
3) fry chopped up bacon till it's as crispy as you like it.
4) add mushrooms and saute till cooked.
5) stir in cream and add salt/pepper to taste.
6) turn off heat, spoon into a big bowl and serve with crackers or toast!

PS: if you want to make this a pasta sauce, add one more can of cream.

i like the way i am when i'm in perth. i'm neater, slightly more productive and nicer i think.

i thought it'd be better if lidong visited me in nov then we could come back together, as opposed to in the middle of the sem; then i wouldn't have to see him leave. then he said then what about me? when you left for perth... and when you went to cambodia? i never thought bout it tt way, really. at least not till he mentioned it. i guess tt makes me pretty selfish.

got my results already. i did ok i guess: two crappy credits, one crappy D and a crappy HD. crappy cos it's all borderline. not tt i'm an overachiever but i just thought i could do a little better.

why are we being so cold towards each other? or could i be mistaking his stoicness for hostility. maybe i'm just a cry-baby? maybe, baby. i wish he didn't slam tt door at me. i wish he gave me time to talk to him today. i really needed to talk to him. i'm not your obligation. but if it's tt hard then please, don't let me keep you. if nothing's wrong then why won't you hold me?

a dj saved my life.

i don't remember if i was expecting much but i'm feeling a bit disappointed bout coming back so far. i was dreaming of stuffing my face but 3 days after touchdown, fucking red sea floods the nether lands and brings with it a breakout, cramps, water retention, no swimming, no appetite, no energy... among other (er-hmm) things.

oh, AND pple telling me how much weight i put on. i mean i wouldn't be so fucking peeved if this was actually true. the fact is tt i lost close to 1.5kg but it seems pple just love doing it over and over and over again - oh hi! you're back... i see you've been eating well... and then they give me a smug 'hur hur, if you know what i mean' kind of face. thank you, i've never felt more welcome before. i'm beginning feel like i'm obsessed. not with losing weight but with trying to find pple who won't start a conversation by telling how much fatter they think i am. look, i only have 4 weeks back here ok so don't fucking waste my time. look before you talk can?

it's like how when after seven years of specs i switched to contacts, some pple whom i see every week still can ask, huh you mean you wore specs? it's so exasperating. your eyes put on your face for show only is it? look also must think a bit and see a bit wat. think out of the box! ask analytical qns! like, why is it tt amelia seems a bit bloated sometimes?- is she on the pill? or having her period? maybe she goes for buffet lunch every month? maybe aliens hijacked her soul and the only way to keep her alive is a monthly binge fest?

see????? creative qns ONLY! RAAAAAAWWWWWWRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!


it could be tt hormones are fucking with my brain but i feel a little bit out of place since i got back. things like waiting for the feeder bus, shifting through the discount racks at the gss, sitting on the couch watching THS or cna or discovery, browsing at kino blablablah, tt's all fine but it's different when i have interact with pple for more than a few sentences. i think i'm beginning to abhor the outside world i.e. the world outside my head. i seem to be finding interaction with the general population a little too awkward for comfort sometimes. i want to run back to perth and hide in my rm. even prata bom didn't seem as gratifying.