sonic blast from the past

I can't believe I forgot to post this yesterday.

As a kid, I watched a lot of WWE (back when it was still WWF) and I distinctly remember Chyna. So I was in hysterics when I saw this post on Go Fug Yourself. If you're thinking about not clicking that link... maybe this will change your mind:

month long recap

I finally found some time to sit down and blog (because I'm supposed to be documenting Visopsys, and obviously procrastination comes into play) and I realised I have a million pictures that I havn't uploaded, and some stuff I wanted to write but never got around to doing. So here goes, some random stuff from the month of October.

peewee and I drove down to Holland Village for lunch one day, because I was craving "something good", and according to peewee, you can't get good food in school. We started out with a divine pizza from Spizza, but I was too hungry to camwhore that part of the afternoon. I really must get myself into this groove of taking lots of pictures to pepper my blog with. Hinthintnewdigitalcamerahinthint. Seriously though, if anyone buys me a ridiculously expensive present, I'll beat you over the head with it. I don't like it when people spend tons of money on me unnecessarily, it makes me feel obliged.

So the pizza was absolutely delicious, some pesto-chicken thing, and then I convinced peewee to pay for my dessert in exchange for me driving her around all the time. I wish I'd had the presence of mind to take pictures IN the store itself. They had everything from chocolate linguine to giant meringues to tiramisu to freshly baked bread, and all of it smelled simply divine. Eventually we settled on a mint-chocolate-cheese-type-cake, and a green cupcake with tons of rainbow sprinkles. After we'd devoured more than half the cake, I remembered that I'm a blog-whore again, and made peewee wait till I took pictures of the cupcake. Which was so damn adorable.







So there you have it. My trip to da paolo gastronomia.

I had four midterms between Friday and Saturday, so on Sunday I decided to unwind in the best way a girl can, with some of her crazy friends and a giant coffee at starbucks. I think I overdid it. Either way, we laughed a lot, but that's nothing new. My weekends usually are tons of fun when I meet the boys. I'm still most amused by doof's solemn proclamation that "It was written."

Something a little out of the ordinary did happen though. We ended up outside mcdonalds, because doof and I were craving fries, and twinks is just pliable like that, and the two of them were teaching me to play the soccer-with-3-coins-and-obscene-looking-goal-posts game, when this little boy who was probably about 5 or 6 years old started to make fun of me. First he mimicked everything I said, and then he made faces at me from across the tables. After some time I realised that the boys were staring past my shoulder, so I turned around to see the little man offering me this:



According to him, it's Latvia (did I get that right, doof?) from Pokemon. I think I made a date with him for Tuesday, so he could show me his "million million Pokemon stickers!"

Too damn cute. I got bullied and then hit on by a 6 year old. He got stood up though. That’s what happens when you tease a girl too much. Hmph. I didn't manage to get a picture of him, but let me assure you, he was quite the character. According to the boys he did a little boob-grabbing dance just after he walked away from our table.

Speaking of boob grabbing....

The boys accompanied me costume shopping for last night's halloween party (doof because he's cool like that, and twinks because he needed to buy new soccer boots and I promised him I'd accompany him if he came with me). I ended up not getting a full costume, just some props to make me feel pretty, but I had a whale of a time looking around.

yes, yes, I know, cleavage galore... my mom pointed it out to me already, tyvm. Also, twinks apparently saw a guy oogling my boobs and didn't share the joke. Doof and I were most disappointed. We like laughing at stuff like that.

buzzeriffic memories. Bzzzzzz. Well, here we are. This is... MY place *winkwink*

doof is jap + emo = superdupercool.

I did rent those wings in the end. When I get pictures of the night itself, I'll put them up. btw, not that you can really see them, but those are my spankerriffic new jeans that I got from Vivo City. Which is also where I saw this:



more bizarre candy-goodness:

Skittles from China, which, according to Doof, read as "Rainbow".

Did you know that there was a programming language called Cocoa?

And just some other random news/realisations made over the month:

I stayed back in school till late, a LOT. Funny enough, school doesn't really look much like a school at that time of the night. Odd, really. Unless of course we're talking about that particular Saturday, when the PSI hit 150, and I walked out of the building at close to 11 and wondered for a couple of minutes why the condensation wouldn't wipe off my glasses. On days like that, when the haze makes Singapore look like London and smell like Bangkok, it's not so odd, because there's a logical explanation for it.

Mel lives in a haunted house lookalike.



my nephew is an adorable monkey.



ash blonde highlights look pretty on me. Even if I do look like a mama girl.

a) plaid is all the fashion, so I can stop mourning that $100 skirt from Topshop 3 years ago, and find myself a nicer one for cheaper
b) when mickey's late, Zara can be entertaining
c) The Departed was a good movie. So was The Prestige.

My friends like Indian food. I'm not the only one who thinks Indian sweets are WAY too sweet.



Doof got a job at Starbucks. HELLO FREE COFFEE! Congratulations again, Mister Barista to-be *grin*

and with that, I'm signing off, with kisses for all:

more scary coincidences

I know, I know, I should be updating more often. This should be a killer for doof though.

Over coffee on Sunday, doof very kindly informed me that Shari Lewis, the lady from Lambchops, passed away a couple of years ago. Today while flipping channels, I ended up watching an episode of The Nanny, with Lambchop and Shari Lewis making guest appearances. A guest appearance? Tenses always did confuse me somewhat.

Another coincidence? Daniel Davis, who acts as Niles, the butler in The Nanny, was also the judge in The Prestige, which we watched together last night.

Which, by the way, was really good.

post-it entry

I've got a lot to blog about actually, I've even made little notes about it, but right now I'm just too swamped with work to sit down and meander my thoughts. Hurr hurr, I just had to use a fancy word. Maybe I should rant about that in my next post too, people who use big-ass words just because they're big-ass words.

So anyway, expect a hell of a long entry coming up soon-ish (no promises! If you've heard my list of deadlines for the next couple of weeks you'll probably understand why. I refuse to list them out here, it'll just depress me.) but in the mean time, I just wanted to say that while the haze is killing my sinuses, it's kind of nice, in a perverse Mr Hyde sort of way, because Singapore doesn't really look like Singapore when it's practically drowning in fog-like-stuff.

And also, sometimes it can be incredibly nice to be yelled at. Thank you bubba, for telling me exactly what I need to hear right now. I hope you end up getting piss drunk tonight, and if not, I hope that the taxi man atleast gets you home in one piece. Here's to liver killing together when our semesters end.

The rest of you.... bear with me being more or less non-existant for a month or two more, kay?

Bollywood Loving, and some other stuff

Okay so I was in a really shit-assed mood over the weekend. I should apologise to some people for that, but I know they love me and forgive me, and they know that I'm sorry, so this time it all works out alright. This time.

I'm in an absolutely splendid mood, because I managed to finally get my "make_request_action.jsp" file work. That's half my project done, woohoo! A couple more hours of working on it tonight, a couple more tomorrow, and then it'll be done and I can go back to cramming for midterm and rushing through other projects. Good lord it's a busy semester this time around.

In other news, I finally visited the Science Library in school. It's about as old school as the Business Library, and mind-bogglingly enough, less crowded. How is it that the Central Library, in the Arts Faculty, famous for it's slackeriffic students, is always so full, but I have absolutely no trouble finding a table and socket in nerd-central?

And now... what I know you all wait for. PICTURES!

I had a cap on my bag. Doof decided to wear the cap. With the bag attached. Sometimes, when we're out in public together, he almost manages to embarrass me. Almost.

My favourite almost-celebrity couple. How can you go wrong with blending your names together into one most ridiculously sounding one? Here's to Melsley, still smiling, despite a ridiculous queue outside Phuture on Zouk's Mambo Night last week.

Speaking of which, we got fed up and ended up walking over to the ButterFactory. For a while, I was worried that I'm growing old, because I was getting pretty damn bored well before I had to leave at the terribly late hour of *gasp* 1am. Then I remembered that I'd had no booze. Not only that, no one around me had had any booze either, so there were no drunks to laugh at. Although the white boys attempting to dance were kind of amusing.

If you ever take the lift in the Business Library, look out for this. I was most amused.

That's what our balcony looks like after a night at Navratri celebrations. Pretty clothes put out to air because of copious amounts of perspiration. It's not so much that the function is held in a stuffy room or anything. It's just that we dance so much. It's great and all, because it only happens once a year, but damn, can it get stinky.

Not only do you get stinky, you also get some wicked grimy feet, and nasty blisters. I'm still limping a bit. youch.

Navratri was fun. A lot less... intense, then most years. I think I had the most fun last night though, when I was just standing against a wall next to a childhood friend. He's in the army now, and we were both checking out this gorgeous girl, who very unfortunately was making a complete fool of herself because she just cannot dance. There was a man standing in front of us, carrying his daughter, and she just would not stop staring at my friend. It was hilarious. For a good ten to fifteen minutes she just STARED. It was the most serious, solemn expression. I was very amused. And then we tried to figure out what WE did at these functions when we were that age, and neither of us has a clue. According to my dad, I danced with him, and according to my mom, I used to disappear to play catching with the boys.

Tada! Long long entry. Now to get my butt off to class. Two more hours of boring tutorials, and then I can stuff my face at Subway with peeweepie. Yumyum!