MIKA!



Mika Performing Grace Kelly



omg, i think mika is absolutely brilliant. he's dyslexic, can't read a note of music INCLUDING any piano manuscripts, and yet he writes and produces all his own songs. and he's only 23! he might sound gay in his falsetto and all, but his real voice has a deep and mature tone to it. totally sexaye! who wouldn't love a man like mika???

wheee! in a previous post i sounded a bit (ok, a hell lot) emo, but i have since sucked it up and am determined to keep my spirits up. which has actually been pretty easy, because i've just spent the past week slacking my fat ass off at home. in the past, sleeping for 12 hours, watching online serials obsessively, eating only junk food, not exercising and not doing any -real- work used to make me feel totally unproductive, and bad about myself. but now that i've resolved to not be depressed, i'm not even feeling any of that post-completely-wasted-holidays guilt. 'tis an acheivement in itself!

to make things worse (but like in a good sort of way), the past few days have been filled with many gastronomic adventures :D on monday night i brought mark to try this restaurant in gardens, called borscsh steakhouse or something spelt similarly to that. anyway borscsch (or borsche? borsch? borscshe??!) is this pseudo-russian steakhouse with ancient decor and perpetually pms-ing waitresses. actually i'm not really an expert when it comes to russian cuisine, but just in case mandy is reading it- RUSSIA ROCKS! ahem. so we had borsche / borsch (ok, this is starting to piss me off) soup with sour cream, some funny kind of egg caviar thing, ribeye steak, prawn and chicken shashlik, fancy (haha) pancakes, and baked alaska. mark's steak was apparently a bit like rubber but my shashlik was v yummy! we were already kinda full by the end of the mains, but we KNEW we were owned when the baked alaska arrived.

if you've never tried baked alaska, it's like a slab of vanilla icecream covered by butter pound cake covered by meringue. and by slab i mean one HUGEASS chunk of a cake, about the size of two bricks. when they serve it to you, the meringue looks all soft and white and all, but then they pour a bunch of whisky onto it and set it aflame with a lighter. and then the meringue is albino no more! COOL SHIT!! haha. i'm not a fan of meringue due to how high it ranks on my eggy-ness chart, but somehow the icecream mixes with the alcohol and cake in a truly sensational kinda way. i took a video of the whole thing, but because of my amateur abilities i didn't know that my voice would turn out on the video, and then all my random bimbo comments that burst forth from my mouth would be exposed to world! the horror! so anyway, we shall settle for a still image which i nicked from Google Images:


Come To Momma!


and today we had lunch at vivo marche! i had some really yummy seafood pasta whilst mark had salmon rosti AND pork knuckle. and then we had ice cream crepes for dessert! i think mark's appetite is out of control man. and i even have photographic evidence of it :D in fact, i have so many photos of his horrendous eating exploits over the years, that i believe we're totally overdue for a "Mark's Monstrous Mad-appetite" photo montage. HAHA! :D i'm clearly totally in love with this boy!

hMM, but then again, i don't think many of the photos would pass my quality control test where my photogenic-ness is concerned. i realised long ago that i photograph extremely badly, which is why i generally avoid taking a lot of photos of myself and sulk whenever people force me to take any with them. mark rates me a minus five on the photo-whoring scale, which i find slightly insulting because it implies that i have little photo-whoring abilities. it's just that omg my face always ends up looking horrifically fat and oily in all photos. and like, i don't really know how to smile nicely either. boo. i guess that means that i am destined to never be a photo whore.

heeheeeZ :X

i should have been doing work today, but instead, i claimed i had a headache (which seriously, i DID, why does no one believe me?) and watched almost the whole of the emmys on channel 5, including the pre-show red carpet thingy. it's not like i have any real school tomorrow anyway, as we all know that neither cofm or pbl counts as anything remotely useful that can justify dragging me to school at 8 in the morning when the little engine in my head is still trying register that i am no longer sprawled out in my bed. please, am i ever going to remember ANYTHING from cofm or pbl??? i can't believe i'm actually putting my life (and that of other motorists, if i might add) at risk on the road trying to wake up long enough to get to school at such ungodly hours for something as unproductive as either of them.

anyway, i just read the new e-pulse, which is our medical newsletter or something like that. haha, the article "A Random Disclosure By XNLH" is hilarious! it looks exactly like the kinda thing that almomst got me expelled from school in sec 1, when me and samfong went and published this newsletter that defamed all of our teachers. that's why i take pains not to leave my name on this blog. in case i offend people with my insensitive comments or bitching, at least they have no proof of who i am! yes, this is sort of reasoning that usually preceded any of the major mistakes that i have made in the past.

on a parting note, take a look at this pic of Hayden Panettiere at the emmys. i have no idea why people think she's hot (NO, THIS IS NOT JEALOUSY SPEAKING) and personally think she looks like a cupcake in this dress. i must say though, that the dress looks like a really good maternity outfit. it looks like it's poofy enough to hide huge amounts of anything, including, i suppose, a baby. which reminds me, i am SO not going to age gracefully or look radiant if i ever get impregnated. on the contrary, i am positive that i'll just hate everything and everyone even more, especially all those skinny young girls that parade themselves around me. haha, at least i don't pretend to be nice on the outside or anything like that, as that would just be fake. and clearly it is better to be honest than fake! HAH.


Look At Me, Imma Cupcake!

And A Here's An Even More Flattering View

i just came back from pilates, and am in Pain. of course, the Deep Pain will only begin tomorrow, and will thereafter be replaced by A Dull Ache That Is My Excuse Not To Exercise For The Rest Of The Week. don't judge me- my instructor today was BRUTAL. he got us to do the whole class with hand weights, went overtime, and ended off with a series of what he calls 'pilates push-ups'. basically they involve doing repetitive sets of push ups with your elbows tucked close to your sides, so that all the weight is on your triceps. and if anybody like tried to slack, we all had to start the sets from the beginning. I TOTALLY HATE PUSH-UPS! omg like hello, i'm a girl! why the hell would i want to have huge triceps??? and more importantly, when will i ever need to have strong arms??? the only kind of push-ups girls ever need to do are the kinds where you can bend your knees and stick your elbows way out to the side, ie the real pussy ones.

anyway, the only thought that sustained me through all the torture was that tchachina must never have complained when she had to do push-ups. the only difference between me and tchachina is that tchachina's body is tall, thin, muscular and incredibly flexible. since the obvious problem here is that i've already stopped growing and will therefore never be as tall as her, i have concluded that i will never be tchachina :( oh wells.

at the beginning of last year joseph and the guys used to mention that i should stop gymming so much as i was getting really bulky arms. hah! that is certainly no longer the case. whatever muscles i might have once had have already atrophied, and all that remains are layers of flab. but this must change! as you can see, constant repitition of 'this must change!' is my new motivational tactic. in fact i can apply it to every aspect of my life. when faced with piles of unread notes: 'this must change!', when faced with a messy study table: 'this must change!', when faced with a consuming feeling of laziness that prevents me from getting out of bed to do any work: 'this must change!', etc. i really ought to get myself that threadless shirt that reads: "PROCRASTINATORS: LEADERS OF TOMORROW". the irony just kills me, hurrhurr.

good news to my adoring fans! it seems like i will be blogging much more nowadays, as the frequency of my posts has been known to be proportional to how bored i am with school, and how many other better things i should be doing with my life but am trying to escape from. currently, i have SHITLOADS of reading to catch up on, and there is a great possibility that my cofm notes will remain forever in my "random junk" box, and never get to see the light of day again. and of course, patho is out to kill me. robbins is like one helluva long tedious story that never ends, and i'm only using mama robbins! i can only offer my deepest condolences to poor suckers like bing cheng who bought PAPA ROBBINS. i can't even imagine how much THAT sucks.

as for what i've been wasting my weekend on, i just got back from a medsoc meeting and alumni dinner, where i was very nearly saboh-ed into singing karaoke in front of everyone. ME, SING??? are they mad??? clearly they were not around during my formative years in NY, where my singing talents were not appreciated by the likes of mandy and co. haha. anyway, the saikang has begun. chew lip has Big Plans For Us, plans which i admit are noble and actually made me feel like i wanted to get up and subsequently Make A Difference. which is why i hate to throw a dampener on things now, but i have huge doubts as to whether or not it is humanly possible to acheive all that he wants to given the limited time, resources, and support of the student body. who seriously wants to help us help them? not many, methinks. i'm supposed to start recruiting people for my events subcomm, but i secretly fear for my life as my own dnd comm made it quite clear that they never want to help me organize anything again. it's all my fault i guess, for being too anal retentive about everything. oh well, this means that i shall just have to tap into the M1s. hopefully my reputation hasn't travelled so far yet, or this too might be a problem :P hurrhurr.

and lastly, i'd like to take the opportunity to thank a very important person in my life! he's someone who's supported me through my episodes of anxiety and paranoia (and there have been many), and whom i'm sure will be mortally embarrassed by the picture below. ENJOY! :D



For Everything...

so just when school seemed to be crawling towards that one very hotly anticipated week that is our pathetic mid-sem break, i had the joy of experiencing the WORST F---ING PBL SESSION OF MY LIFE. our old tutor was this jovial bachelor who used to bake cookies and cakes for us and treat us probably like how he treats his juvenile paeds patients. and best of all, his PBL sessions always finished early. our new tutor however, himbedamned, loves holding sessions that last on average between 3 to 4 hours each, WITHOUT BREAKS. and at the end of them, he bitches that we have held him back for so long, and that in future he should have a buzzer to make sure we keep our presentations under time. oh like yah, how bout if he'd try to control HIMSELF from droning on and on and on into painful oblivion even when he knows that half of us are sleeping and none of us are getting anything he's saying? i seriously wonder where he gets all this excess of time from. doesn't he like have patients or anything? i wonder. will i ever make it to that one-week vacation at all? maybe i really should have attended this morning's Understanding Suicide talk after all, haha.

in more light-headed news, i'm V V SAD over britney's performance! i used to be a HUGE britney fan, and still believe she has it in her somewhere to be great again, but even i have to say that it was terrible! she looked so nervous and unsure of herself, and kept missing step after step and didn't even bother lip-syncing most of the performance. she was a total shadow of her former self. where did all the confidence, all the charisma go? she doesn't need to feel intimidated of anyone, she's BRITNEY SPEARS. she used to be untouchable, invincible. she used to be a bloody gymnast dammit! the kind of dancing she did wasn't even worthy of a pussycat dolls slutfest(and you know how much i HATE them); it was like some type of erotic pole dance gone horribly wrong. apart from criss angel, who has really gotten INto her, i really don't know what else has. maybe he's really been organizing all those early morning rendezvous so he can share his own personal stash of weed with her, or whatever else he takes to make his eyes open so unnaturally big. seriously, if he's nothing but a negative influence on her, then i think they are better apart. i was actually hoping he might contribute some pyrotechnics to her performance and all, so i'm really not feeling the love for him right now. as a matter of fact, i'm not really feeling the love for britney right now either.



Not Your Labia Majoris Again, PLEASE.
(photo thanks to Trent)


and speaking of other gymnasts, i've recently started watching rhythmic gym vids on youtube. tchachina is long, graceful and imho extremely chio, whilst kabaeva's routines are clearly superior in technique. whatever; it is time to reminisce over their respective silver and gold all-around olympics medals, as i highly doubt there will be a repeat in beijing. tchachina is retired, and kabaeva should consider doing so too as she is no longer as nimble as she once was. a lot of people agree that her competing is just going to make the shit hit the fan. sigh, especially with the beijing olympics and all the recent food and toy scandals, i've begun to seriously think that nothing good can come out of china :X RUSSIA RULES! haha, anyway now you can see and admire my 2 favourite gymnasts perform my 1 of my favourite (hoop) and least favourite (ball) apparatus:



Irina Tchachina, Athens 2004, Hoop


Alina Kabaeva, Athens 2004, Ball


lastly, i have to say that i've become inspired by tchachina and the likes to become fit! once everything settles down, i hope that i will be able to properly commit to doing something active and healthy on a regular basis. i'm thinking either a 30-minute circuit gym, or SRT jazz ballet. i need to regain health and vitality! the days when i could hit the treadmill happily are now no more, and i count pilates class as my Big Exercise Of The Week. this has got to change, or i will soon have no stamina left for shopping marathons! for what joy would there be in life then, i ask?

i'm back! dnd is over, and i now have a bit more time on my hands. thankfully, everything went quite smoothly, and contrary to what yingliang might say about blowing 4k of our budget etc, i think enlai was a great host. he was funny in the face of swarms of Ms, who were so unruly that the hotel staff mentioned repeatedly that their walking around was endangering the waiters who were trying to serve hot food. anyway, the pics are up everywhere on facebook so if you're really keen you could take a look. unfortch for me, i only took THREE photos the whole night, and 2 of them don't even have me in them. i am quite a scatterbrain and klutz. although i STILL do not see how damian can compare me to meredith in grey's, when amanda gets to be christina. i am so not a skanky whore! oh, but i detract from the real news:

britney and criss angel are an item! well not officially so, but it's not like anybody expects them to admit that they're sleeping together isn't it? they've been spotted leaving multiple hotels together in the wee hours of the morning, so "discussing work" appears to be the lamest excuse ever. whatever; i'm so excited! i've always been a britney fan (and closet one, as of late) and my affection for criss is known to many. mandy claims that he lisps; i find his drawl rather haWt. haha! he might be a bit freaky at times, but you can't deny he's got manly charisma :D

below is not the best pic of the 2 of them, but 'tis evidence of my most favourite celeb pairing ever. don't ask me why i still like the both of them; it's like asking why some people like durians even though i personally find them disgusting and revolting and the worst smelling things ever. also, i've been thinking about it, and i believe criss' eyes look too big to be natural. there's definitely some sympathetic overstimulation of the levator palpabrae going on there, and i fear we might have a crack addict on our hands :(