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!

lazy afternoon

Today started out on a pretty shitty note. Getting soaked in the rain, spilling coffee all over myself, topping up petrol for over $70, not being able to eat anything because of too much pain, my phone spazzing out temporarily, listening to people scream and throw hissy fits..

But then I took some painkillers, a long long nap, and a nice hot shower when I woke up, and I'm all good again. Time to run a couple of errands for the family and then I can get cracking on all that work that's still piled up.

In the mean time, my birthday's a long way away, but people are already asking me what I want. I think doofy's got dibs on the graphic novel in my wishlist, but you can never go wrong with getting me stupid-slogan tees. Or even ones with silly pictures on them. Like this, for instance, had me laughing like a maniac.

Of movies, molars, and Mamihlapinatapai.

There's a word for it! An unpronouncable word, maybe, but a word nonetheless.

In other news, I ended up spending today sprawled out in front of the tv watching Art Attack and cartoons and winding the couch-potato session up with the last half an hour of The Object Of My Affection, which just depressed me considerably. I get so upset by confrontation that I change the channel whenever that scene comes on during a movie. You know the one I'm talking about, where the girl starts to make catty comments about the boy's awful behaviour, which all leads to a big ass brouhaha and everyone's screaming at everyone else.

I was supposed to study, and I feel slightly guilty about not doing it, but I just can't concentrate. My tooth hurts way too much. I finally caved and popped some panadeine, but so far it's not helping much. It's annoying really, because people had been talking about toothaches a lot in the past two or three weeks, and I was gleefully telling them that I'd never really had bad toothaches, and bam, my wisdom tooth decides to sprout. I'm all for good coincidences, like reminiscing about an old friend and getting a call from them two days later or something, but I could do without the icky ones like these.

On another note, people keep asking me what my msn display picture is. It's a still from the movie Me Without You. I chanced upon it the same way I've discovered so many other great movies, via channel surfing on a lazy afternoon in. It's absolutely beautiful, and it's haunted me since I watched it well over a year ago. I'd love to sit down and watch it again sometime. If you have time, and are in the mood for one of those slightly odd, feel-good-in-a-depressing-way kind of movies, you should catch it.

What's one movie YOU could watch over and over again and not get sick of? Leave me a tag and let me know. In my case, it's the Mighty Ducks. I must have watched that a zillion times on tv, but everytime I see it showing, I still sit through the entire thing, and I really have no idea why.

help?

I wanna enable comments, but my template doesn't seem to support them, and after spending 7 straight hours fiddling with JSP and XHTML yesterday, my brain refuses to engage in that game anymore. So if anyone wants to help me out with that (hint hint Varun hint hint) I'd be most grateful.

In the meantime, my tagboard is finally up.

Now to get back to my coffee and tissues (I love when my sinuses act up) and books. w00t for being nerdy.

(p.s. I also realised the timestamps are wonky. Add that to my list of things to fix.)

Random thoughts

The girls were talking about languages after yoga today. I think it started with me reciting "WOH nio!" repeatedly. That means snail, btw. And yes, I don't know hanyu pinyin.

Anyway. I mentioned that English is very odd. And that reminded me of something.

The fates seem intent on rearranging You and I to come together in ennui.

the many ways in which the internet can corrupt your mind

After lunch today with doof at Parkway, I passed by Gramaphone on my way to the loo, and saw a sign that made me do a massive double take. On closer inspection, I realised that it actually read "RENTAL COLLECTION", and not, as I had previously thought, "HENTAI COLLECTION".

muy loco.

The adventures of the crazy shoutboxers.

I was printing out my notes for school today, and while waiting for that to get done, I logged onto my favourite chat-place of the moment (told you I'm still addicted) only to see Los, Stuart and Mindy engaged in some Spanish Soap Opera style plotline, that involved Enrique (Los) saving Esperenza (Mindy) from a burning Pueblo (which is town in Spanish, apparently) while the evil Ricardo (Stuart) tried to stop them. This eventually led to Los and Chan making hentai noises, while Los spooged forth his natural juices (speaking of which, doof loves his subway sandwiches with their natural juices. I'm still most amused).

After I finally figured out what was going on, Los christened me Lupinna Bonita Francesca De La Cruz. At the same time, Liam was trying to convince everyone that his ass hair is fluffy and downy and soft, and Arianna was telling us about her latest sexual escapade with her boyfriend who also happens to be her nephew. And then Los repeatedly died, like a beached whale, while his girlfriend Liz made smoochie faces at me.

And all this before coffee. What a way to start my day.

Lupinna Bonita Francesca De La Cruz. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

a mini visual smorgasbord

I made my blog all pretty (thanks doof, for finding the template!) and I got excited and wanted to show it off, but there was nothing in it. So I took the opportunity to feel accomplished, and figure out how to hook up my sexy little phone and laptop via bluetooth. Yes Doofylumpkins, my laptop and phone just had virtual sex. Multiple times too.

Anyway, here's a bunch of random pictures, off my phone. I edited a bunch of xhtml AND figured out bluetoothing, all in one day. Now if I could just get a bunch of studying done, I'll be all set.

Before I headed off to school today, I braved the rain to pick up a coffee and muffin from Starbucks. Along the way, I saw this little guy. Don't crush snails, it makes achesy a sad little girl.

One of my best friends, outside the cabin we shared at Tioman earlier this year. That was my first proper vacation in years, and even though it only amounted to a day total of rest, it was a great time. It's a really beautiful island, and I was with some great company.

Half of the aforementioned muffin. Mmmm, cranberry...

We met this little guy on our first night in Tioman. He's an ugly little bugger, and really mean, but I fell head over heels in love with him. I wish I could have brought him back with me. Little gangster cat. =)

My parents had another one of their karaoke parties, and I helped my mom with the cocktail stick thingummies. I'm not sure what that vegetable I used as a base is called in English, but in Gujarati, it's a Dhudhi. Or something to that effect anyway. Pineapple and pickled onions on one half, and olives on the other. Yum!

I want to know why the cover is so happy, when it's got such a tragic title.

In one of the tutorial rooms in school. I couldn't stop giggling for the entire hour I was there.

Muggles the Beagle, and InshaWinshaWoos.

This store's in Tiong Bahru Plaza. Everytime I go there, I eat gelato and proceed to get extremely hyper and laugh like a maniac while attempting to say the storename out loud with a lisp.

And now, Muggsies and a sleepy camera shy me, say byebye, till next time.

Why I'm here... again.

I've loved my computer ever since I can remember. When I was still in kindergarten, I used to love my colouring/counting computer games with Donald Duck and Goofy and the rest of the gang. At age 10, I was sneaking behind my sister's back and logging onto Alamak.com, chatting with strangers, learning things I definately shouldn't have known about at that age. By age 12, I was well and truly addicted to IRC. Once my father got me my own PC, it all went downhill. I spent all my free time online. Not much of a suprise then, that I've been blogging since I was about 14. That was a long time before it became an "in" thing to do, long, long before you could get famous, or popular, or be cool for having a blog. My blog was just an extension of my escape from real life.

Earlier this year, I deleted about 5 years worth of blog entries. One click, and a huge portion of my life was well on it's way to being forgotten. I've always had a lousy memory and with nothing to re-read and jog my mind, it's a start at moving on from the past, instead of mulling over my mistakes.

It's a new phase of my life, and I'd like to document it to some degree. I've never been good with journals, and from past experience, my blogs tend to gravitate towards becoming a whiny-assed venting ground. So often though, in the past few months, I've had fleeting ideas, that ended with "I should take note of this, and mull over it more later". I never do though, and I've always hated how so many great things never come into fruitation because we're just such a distracted society, focused on our Lives, forgetting to take time out and just contemplate.

I'm not a philosopher, I don't make a living off of thinking. I'll freely admit that I'm just another person striving to achieve what is my concept of a successful life. At the same time, I don't believe that's all there is to my time here. I don't want to be 80 years old and realise that I've spent all my years just working and trying to make money.

Some people say I think too much, and most times I'm inclined to agree with them. When you don't have an outlet for your thoughts, if you're as much of an independent introvert as I am, it can damage your psyche considerably. So here I am, again, syphoning out some of my thoughts. Wish me luck.