I'm dreaming of a white christmas

It snowed!!! For real!! as in more than 30 seconds and a LOT more than tiny flecks of ice that u can barely see....omigodomigodomigod!teehee....I sound like a kid at a carnival...

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There I was, getting ready for a little nap before dinner...happened to glance at the little weatherbox on my desktop and I saw cartoon snowflakes...opened my curtains and I saw these pretty little silvery cotton-candy pieces drifting outside my window..grabbed my camera and keys and ran outside..didnt bother with a jacket or gloves..didnt want to risk missing it lest it turned out to be another 30 second episode..

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From the cold gentle tickle everytime a tiny speck touched my face to watching the snow flakes melt almost instantly against the black of my shirt: the feeling of awe, wonder and a strange exhilaration.....I haven't felt this happy in a long long time....And if I listened really really carefully, I could hear the snow fall.....a delicate pitter patter as each flake hit the ground.......It was surreal ...i didnt even feel the cold......just stood there for the longest time, trying to catch snowflakes with my tongue, taking long deep breaths.....even the air smelt so much fresher...a little like what u would expect after a heavy rain, but better :)

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Must have stood outside for an hour.....had anyone been around, it would've been quite an amusing sight for them: this lone figure skipping around the middle of the courtyard in nothing but a thin shirt and slippers...hehe...I say middle of the courtyard because that was where it looked the prettiest..to me at least..a tall orange lamp surrounded by a ring of short shrubs, the tops dusted a glittery white, so that when I stand at just the right angle, the right amount of light hits the snow as it's floating down, and by God...it is a picture of serenity, of tranquility and of everything I've ever wanted Christmas to be........and the best thing was, I skipped, I danced..or at least tried to...I sang, and absolutely no one was around to care......damn I felt free, and damn it felt good..

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took some pictures, but none of them did the scene any justice...flash or no flash ...could be my photography skills need honing..but who gives:P.....waited for the snow to coat the ground enough...started scraping the fluffy bits of ice together and packing them into balls....found some twigs and stuck them on....*grins like a little girl*...I made my first snowbaby!!.....there wasn't enough snow to make a 'fully-grown' snowman, but my snowbaby was good enough..even gave it a little hat---well, a little twig with some leaves.....I call it snowbaby fashion, dahling;)

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And then I felt a little pathetic building a snowman alone so I went in..albeit reluctantly :P....Now that I'm actually indoors...I desperately need a hot bath...freezing my ass off...so much for being cultured..hehe

Snow in Southampton

Just finished watching Casablanca--my first proper black and white movie complete with bad hairdoes, dark lipstick and Humphrey Boghart.....he's no Harrison Ford, but I have to say,he is not bad looking at all ;) and before you ask, yes, I have better things to do than watching gray people talk in funny voices........it was an honest mistake: I thought I was downloading Cassanova....apparently not..
but now I can pretend to be a hoity-toity lover of classics and declare myself cultured :P

Spoke to a senior yesterday about Malaysian food....god I miss chee chiong fun and mamak food, which incidentally you cant get where I come from...paid RM8.50 for teh tarik at Tanahmas once...could've done a better job myself with a Boh 3-in-1..bleh..
And then he started talking about the Ramli burger, or as Prasad would later correct-RamLee burger...something I have never heard of or seen for the life of me....So this little piggy came back, googled it, and now really really wants one of them giant balls of grease......*pout*..
yes, I googled it...which means on top of being cultured, I am now a modern, Internet savvy food connoiseur.....:P

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go..powder my nose....( this is the la-dee-da way of saying "askews me, uh..toilet!" see..hehe)

I'm so tired...

I've been told I have trust issues...who can blame me, considering I've been to god knows how many schools..fact is, moving around so much and being exposed to so many different types of characters before you even reach the age of puberty makes you grow up way way before your peers do, mentally and emotionally..not physically (snigger and I'll kick u where the sun don't shine)...so much so I've been called a cynical bitch :P
I say if not believing in fairy-tale endings and happily-ever-afters qualifies me as one, so be it...

The irony however,lies in the fact that the very people whom I'm supposed to trust--albeit by default, it's like an unwritten rule...are the very ones who taught me not to trust...because you see, no matter what the circumstances, it is human nature that will ultimately triumph...in which case kinship and loyalty can go fuck themselves

So no, I don't have trust issues...I have people issues...to the extent where I'm not quite sure who to believe anymore :it's too bad for me that I happen to live with people...and it's just my luck that the next 60 years of my life will be spent trying to get sick people to trust me.....

Santa baby ;)

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! Last month I broke someone's X-Box (-12 points). In September I helped hide a body (-173 points). Last Monday I gave a life-saving blood transfusion (50 points). In October I helped an old lady across the street (6 points). In January I caught a purse-snatcher who stole Aunty Elsie's purse (30 points). Overall, I've been naughty (-99 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking! Sincerely, jady

Got this from some site..u enter your username and it automatically constructs a letter to ol' St Nick for u......trust me to get a kinky operator.... ;)

The Joy of Christmas

It's the 4th day of winter holidays and I have---bought groceries, experimented in the kitchen, discovered I have a talent for it, written a cook book that will be published on Christmas day(take that Jamie Oliver), and signed a contract with the Ritz Carlton as head chef.....oh to dream....sigh...

I did buy groceries for the first time in my life....at least I'd like to think I did..There I was, shopping list in hand, millions of self-concocted recipes running through my head, I swear a beam of light shone on me....could've been the headlights on the double-decker Unilink though...hmm..

Anyway, I walked into Asda and by God, never felt more lost in my entire life...except for the time I couldnt find the 6th form centre...or Boldrewood..or the lecture theatre...*blush*..
Point--how the *f..'flower' can there be 6 different types of Basmati rice? and 5 bloddy types of oyster sauce??( added mushroom essence and black pepper anyone?).....

*'tis Christmas, the season of love, and I'm trying not to swear *grins but secretly wants to kick santa*

So answer me this--how does one cook if one can barely decide what kind of pepper to buy:crushed,peppercorns,finely crushed?black, white or special blend?......
answer: I didn't. Bought yoghurt and peanut butter and ketchup...tell me how irrelevant they are and I'll bite you

I have to admit it's nice to finally eat, sleep and wake up whenever I want though...and to prove how much freedom I have, I shall now go back to learning how to curl my hair and eating muesli bars with peanut butter.....it's either that or eating them with ketchup..dum dee da...

note the colours of this post...don't u just love Christmas...hehe

So there was this one time..

ahh..fuck this..dont feel like writing....will watch some more Scrubs..convince myself saving lives is what i want to do*snorts*...and then i'll see what strikes my fancy

Disarray..

Got sick of histology so I thought I'd blog a bit...problem is I have absolutely nothing to talk about...nothing interesting anyway....that's how mentally drained I am...

It's amazing the amount of plagiarism going on around us though...you would think essays and reports, or music are the norm but blogs??...please..the whole point of bloody having one is to write about what YOU think or what's going on in YOUR life...not that I'm the least bit interested...but it would be nice to read something that doesnt have the shadow of my posts lurking in the background...jesus...And one of the things I swore absolutely not to do when I started this thing was rant...now look what i've stooped to...Prasad, I finally get it...*nods sadly*..

missed a tutorial but for once it's not because I overslept...had to go to Royal South Hants to get a Heaf test done....so i now have a flower-shaped ring of pin-pricks on my forearm..how cool is that!!..hehe...always wanted a tattoo..but I guess this will have to do for now :P..

roight then..back to work..yippee..fuck pharmacology :(