the grass IS greener on the other side

喜新厌旧; like the new, hate the old.

I'm sorry. I have found a greener lawn on tumblr. Forgive me.

my chicas *heart*

'A picture is worth a thousands words'

Met lotsa old school friendlings in town today, for a good ol' (girly) catch-up. Jimmy Spices was - of course, and to some people's annoyance - the chosen restaurant, in accordance with our hundred-months tradition. I actually asked the waiter to take a photo of everyone, but it turned out blurry; clearly a novice *tut* No matter, I think this photo cute enough to suffice. The lunch lasted 3-hours, somehow... and we went cinema-ing afterwards.

Walking past Victoria Square, there was a commotion. It was Aston University's Graduation day. Lots of proud parents and smiling alumni... I wonder how many actually has jobs though... *cynical bitch*

And lastly, the building site I took a photo before. It has been 4 weeks since then, and this is what it looked like today. Think it's going to be a residential home...

Another boring post. It's like I'm spamming my own blog, blah!

bath, birdies and beef noodles

Shower's broken at home, so I had to take a bath - something I had last 'enjoyed' in Year 8. Sorry to disappoint you perverts, of course I wasn't going to put a photo of me in the bath on the bloody internet. For the bath itself... Honestly? I did not enjoy it much. My head was hurting after 10 minutes and I had to open the window to breath properly. And like Chandler aptly put it, it just felt like I was just 'sitting there, stewing in my own filth.'

It was pouring down with rain when I came out of the bathroom. Two pigeons outside my window were doing something really odd... it took me a good 5 seconds to realise what: they were both holding up one of their wings as a shield from the pelting rain! I was rather amazed, and impressed. Therefore the camera was out and click,click,click.

And below is what I had for dinner last night. The beef crockpot I smelt in the previous entry was half-eaten for breakfast yesterday morning, and the remainder made into noodle sauce. The true Chinese way, we reuse everything YAH! The A4 sheet of paper - which, coincidentally, is a short story I wrote for GCSE English that I found yesterday whilst looking for my charcoal pencils - is placed there for size comparison. Needless to say, I did not finish the entire bowl. In fact, this will be my lunch today. Now in fact... yum yum.

my life is boring

My life is boring. Please stop reading here.

Term has finished a week ago. I have not opened a single book - unless sketchbooks count. To make procrastination worse, I have started playing a game called 'FarmVille' on Facebook, because a goddamn BBC news article had called it 'obsessive'. It's crap, like a cheap rip-off of Zoo Tycoon (which is awesome), but I am still playing it - which frankly just proves how bored I am.

I'm also back in Homeland, arrived yesterday. I swear I told mother dearest that I was going to Manky's - a dear old friend - house for dinner on the first night; as it's the only time I'm going to see her this holiday. But, of course she forgot that. The musty smell of beef crockpot reached my nose before I even arrived at the door. Thank to that, and some other reasons, I set off to Manky's 5 minutes later plagued with gut-gnawing guilt.

And once I arrived there, it turned out Manky's mother had prepared a feast too. Wow...! Chinese people really do love their food. I was definitely pregnant with a sizeable and healthy food baby by the time we migrated to the sofa... where Manky herself offered me even more snacks and trifle. Thank god her dad was able to give me a ride home...

MANKY, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I DO APPRECIATE IT ALL!! I'M JUST PLAYING IT 'COOL' FOR THE OTHERS.

Oh! Just to update my shingles crisis. My second appointment with another doctor retracted the former diagnosis. The doc couldn't tell me what the painful red rash was... but as it was fading away by then, she didn't seem to care much either; which, hey, was fine by me! I was just glad I didn't have to fork out for stupid damn expensive medicine *thumbs up*

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Okay, I'm seriously struggling to think of anything to say. And I don't even have any interesting photos to put up either... this is a horrendously tedious and boring post. Will stop now. Bleugh.

"Izzy Sexy, SURPRISE."

Yes I realise this is my third post in one day... okay, 5 hours. But there has been an surprise incident which was too exciting to not jot down on paper(/net).

The gifts you see above (displayed by 3 beautiful girls) were hand-delivered to our door sometime around 3pm today, to a certain lucky (or unlucky in this case) 'Issy Sexy'. The name Isabelle/Isabella sounded familiar, and was probably a previous tenant who no longer lived here. We related this to the delivery man, who then phoned his boss and after much faffing about... We graciously took them in.

One teddy bear. One box of chocolates. One huge set of flowers. Two bottles of (very expensive) champagne.

Wow.

We went on the website site. And holy crapping mother of Jesus (apologies for blasphemy)... in total, they cost £150! Repeat, ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS!!

And it was addressed to the wrong house.

Idiot boyfriend.

P.S. Nice as we are, we're giving them until Friday - or maybe next week if we're really generous - to claim this gift set before tucking in.

plague of the shingles

So I just found out that my housemate, Apple, has never had chickenpox. Therefore, my shingles could infect her. *Blank* Oh dear...

She has claimed a tea-towel, a knife, a fork and a mug to her cupboard, and I'm under strict instructions not to touch them. She also ate her cereal 5m away from me at the other side of the kitchen, and said she will not be around me for the next 3 days [when term finishes] *sadface*

Poo.

"shingles smell, shingles hell, shingles go away..."

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. OW.

So I have apparently developed some kind of post-chickenpox-wannabee rash called (stupidious) shingles. Fantastic.

Friday night, a bizarre patch of red dots materialised on my chest, just above my *cough* left boob. I thought it was some allergy [perhaps due to irresponsible drinking (see previous post)], and thus ignored it. By Monday however, it has become very very sore. I could barely touch my boob without it hurting, and every so often a stinging sensation would decide to run wild and I would jolt. I couldn't wear my bra properly, I couldn't lie on my front, I couldn't lean over without 'ow'ing like a wolf; which, y'know if I was having sex, would be a serious hindrance. So I did what every lazy person would hate to do and phoned the GP.

Fast forward to today. I was told - sitting in the GP's office, without my cardie and shirt and blushing beetroot for my indecent bra - that I had a sneaky little devil condition shingles. Yes, SHINGLES. I thought she was yanking my leg for a good 5 seconds, until I realised she needn't: I was the one half naked. After leaving the surgery, I read the printouts she gave me about it and to my dismay, realised shingles commonly lasts for 2-4 weeks... and only becomes more painful along the way. How irritating.

She suggested some Paracetamol to ease the pain. But hell no. I'm a good little Chinese girl and I don't do drugs *fake smile* I think I've taken painkillers probably twice in my life, and they made no difference either time. Besides, I'm a tough cookie and a masochist at heart.

[I think everyone would graciously understand why I'm not enclosing a picture of my own shingles collection given the part of the body it has invaded.]