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.

snogging in london, yoopdedoo!

Tonight, I tasted a long-lost-and-almost-forgotten burst of adventure. Along with two amies - Apple and Antler (yes, I have too many friends whose names start with A) - I finally stepped out of my lazy zone and explored the luminous hustle and bustle that is Central London. After a somewhat awkward half an hour at the Finance Society Committee Social [Apple and I didn't know this], the picture above shows us raring to start our journey from Limbo (*uni name*). And now, I'm going to let the pictures do most of the talking...

I admit, rather shamefully, that I am quite a romantic at heart. And seeing this group of teenage exchange students dance to a busker's rendition of 'Killing Me Softly' in Covent Garden had painted a rather infeasibly romantic scene in my head; of a young ( (and obviously) poor couple dancing in the dim streetlight, swaying to a busker's slow song...

Piccadilly Circus. Bright lights. Red buses. People and foreign languages. True London-esque.

We poked at loads of stuffed toys at the Rainforest Cafe. Most of them were either friggin' scary (huge snake) or just not awesome enough. This is Apple and Antler looking unimpressed at this weird Mother Plushie and her 'children' - looking at their different colourings, she must've gotten really around.

Our final destination. For this, we travelled across LSE, Covent Garden, Piccadilly Circus to arrive at Soho. And it is under those bulbous rainbow lights that Apple, Antler and I shared our first mutual snog-fest together - of strawberries, mochi(? Japanese rice cakes) and Oreos. Muchos yum.

So, London is pretty cool. I'm starting to come around more and more to it. 24hour buses are the most FTW things ever. My geographical knowledge is also improving, slowly and bit by bit. And I love my pocket-sized Central London map, it's also made of WIN.

Adventure over, my bed is calling. Goodnight, asleep ones.

the blind side

Yesterday, I managed to ingest 3 chocolate éclairs, 2 diary creams, 2 packets of Wotsits and 1 pack of McCoys. I felt bad, so I also bought a bowel of salad in an attempt to justify them. However, gluttony is gluttony. And delicious gluttony is still delicious regardless. (Sainsbury's are idiots. Packs of 2 éclairs were priced at £1.10, and the pack of 4, placed right next to them, were reduced to £1.00. The most FAIL pricing strategy I've ever seen.)

I also saw The Blind Side (keep thinking it as The Blind Spot) last night, Apple - replacing AA, which far more suits another friend - had free tickets, the clever gal. It was very good, I like feel-good films and it certainly lived up in that sense. However, the whole movie was definitely too 'Hollywood'. It was obvious that certain lines were intended purely for effect, and no one - not even real gangstas - would speak as stereotypically as they did. I swear, most mainstream, blockbuster films nowadays are way OTT with what they're trying to depict - Twilight is the ultimate example of a shit story blown up by killer one-liners that only naive (and stupid) teen girls would swoon over (sadly, I have too many such friends).

No, I'm not being harsh. Dramatising is all very good and well, after all it is acting, however don't film-makers understand that subtle hints and fleeting glances are far more powerful than blatant (and grossly drawn-out) tear-jerker scenes? This is why I so much prefer British films. We are grey and ugly and pompously adept at chewing on cardboard to spit out humour.

There was also a scene in The Blind Side when I did actually wish I was blind. Tim McGraw initiating sex with Sandra Bullock... seriously, no.

'Home'-home

So my mum lives at Home alone. Term started 7 weeks ago and I haven't been back at all to visit. Yes it's awful. I'm awful. Guilt did start gnawing away by the end of the 4th week, but in my defence, I had legitimate reasons to stay for both subsequent weekends!

I came home today though, having rushed extremely haphazardly (and unattractively) onto the train at 2:50pm. The first thought that struck me upon arriving in Homeland was how cold it was, followed by a most bizarre feeling: the first 5 minutes on the bus Home from the station felt, for some weird reason, extremely asimilar to the first day of my visit to China back in summer '08; like walking past a memory that you took for granted and subsequently forgotten. China was understandable as I hadn't been back for 10 years, but this?! I've only been away for 7 weeks, for eff's sake!

Back at Home, my mum and I had hotpot for dinner. I requested it, being the good proper Sichuanese girl that I am. If I hadn't lost enough liquid by salivating disgustingly prior to eating, I certainly did once sweat began oozing from my skin (notably the nose)... I finished both glasses of juice on that table. It was 30 minutes of pure, unadulterated, spicy heaven (interspersed with some very inappropriate questions from mum). I know I will pay for this tomorrow, but oh well.

My plan for tomorrow (or today rather) is to restore my laptop. Completely, to factory condition. It keeps overheating, and I can't watch the stupid Chinese drama (and lectures, of course *cough*) if this decides to be dramatical instead and dies every time. So, if I don't update this blog for sometime... Well, honestly I probably just got bored *BIG smile* Nonetheless, wish me luck.