I saw Pitch Perfect last night and it was so, so funny. It makes me wish that we had acapella groups at university. And I have decided that it doesn't matter what a boy looks like as long as he can sing because honestly, those boys weren't lookers but they could sing my panties off. Not literally, obviously.

And racism is rampant in our fair country, I am afraid. I hope you heard the inflection in my voice when I said the word 'fair'. I would like to mention that when our small group went to lunch at St. Clair that people were staring/making faces rather rudely. What is UP with people staring at a large group of Asians who are sitting down to have lunch? For fuck's sake - we were all talking in English so I don't know what your bloody problem is. It has gotten to the point where I am almost ashamed to hang out in a large group in public with other fellow Asians, simply because I can literally (yes, literally) see the racism dripping off our fellow diners. What, should we be chowing down fried rice in a fish and chip shop? Well, fyi... you can lick the grease off my fingers after I'm done serving you your sweet and sour pork, you hypocritical bastards.


Also, daylight saving and I are not the best of friends. I am feeling rather zombie-esque today.

Couldn't help it. Bought two new nail polishes and proceeded to do nails. May my nails peel. I am very impressed with Loreal's new gel formulation though. Even though I required two coats, they dried very quickly and I feel that they may actually be conducive to holding my fragile nails together.

Also apparently I have lost 4kg? Perhaps it was the 9km I ran yesterday...

Why oh WHY did I have to start reading a mystery series... only to discover that the author has since died without finishing the series?!
It already takes me a while to get into a particular series and to learn this... it's just sad.



Also to the bitches on medstudentsonline. I just want to bitchslap some of you. You honestly must have NOTHING to do if you spend all day reading blog posts on people's profiles and commenting that they should belong elsewhere. Just 'cause you're a second year med student doesn't mean you own the world. Sometimes, I think I want to do medicine just to show stuck up second years fresh out of HSFY that they know shit all.

So I was driving around today trying to find a place to park so I could get coffee and sushi because I hadn't eaten for about uh... sixteen hours due to the return of my IBS (which had kept me up all night as a result of the pain and my own stubbornness about taking pain relief). Understandably, I was feeling rather hypoglycaemic.

It was a busy day in town because it was sunny and so car parks were scarce. Drove around the block once and voila! A parking spot materialises right opposite Starbucks.

Lesson of the day: God is awesome. And He knew that I needed coffee.

Pharmacy Revue: thumbs up for costume. Thumbs down for cracking jokes at the wrong lecturers.

Also, my uterus hates me. It was like "Hey, you haven't heard from me in fifty or so days. FEEL MY PRESENCE, BITCH."

E, you make me smile both in my dreams and in real life.


Also, to the fat bitch that rushed me out of the handicapped shower - yeah, I heard you. You tried the shower next door and found that the water was too cold and then told me in a pretentious voice to hurry the fuck out of the shower. Granted that I too, am not completely handicapped. But at least I have a valid reason seeing as I have a bung Achilles tendon.
I didn't know that obesity was a disability.

Hey K. I've decided that you are my least favourite sibling out of the entire family.

If I am ever required to become inebriated, I have chosen my medium for which I shall attain such a state. Half a bottle of Banrock Station's Moscato and I am honestly the happiest chap in the universe. The stuff goes down like sparkling grape juice, which  I suppose is an advantage AND a disadvantage in itself.

E. simply laughed at me. Wearily, mind you, because all his brain cells were pre-occupied with study. But then I told him the story of when M. and I were driving to St. Clair and lo and behold, this massive mosquito-like insect was humping the rear view mirror. It had a body of about five centimetres and was as thick as a bobbie pin. Ugh, even thinking about it give me goosebumps. Anyway, it had these wickedly long legs which, on an actual person, I'd probably be damn envious about. But because they were on an insect, it was just horrifying. Anyway, I stopped the car on the side of the road and M. got out of the car screaming like a banshee. Meanwhile, I was trying to swat it out of the car with a rolled up map that I had found in the glove compartment. Managed to successfully hit it but then it simply disappeared... which was probably not an ideal outcome. Eventually, M. got back into the car and juuuuust as she was about to reach her fingers into the car door handle to close the door behind her, she looked in the little depression and realised the insect of doom was sitting in there. Cue screams galore. We eventually managed to fish it out and people around us were wondering why two Asian girls were screaming their heads off on the side of the road.

E. laughed. A jolly full-hearted laugh. Then I slept like a log.

I am a bitch. And I need to stop playing with people's emotions.


But it makes me think. What if I had met him first? Would I have gone out with him instead? Which means... did I only go out with him because he came along first? I know I love him... but I know definitely that love came much further down the track. But did I only pick him because I was simply curious and he was the first person with a Y chromosome to show interest?

These are thoughts which I do not wish to dwell on.

This weather is atrocious. You'd think that by September that we'd be over the snowy season. Dunedin clearly thought otherwise. It honestly looks like mid-winter somewhere in Europe outside. This would be something that I would normally jump with glee over but I am not anticipating driving into work tomorrow in these conditions.

A side effect of watching 50/50 (Joseph Gordon-Levitt is such a sweetie) and reading such books like 'The Fault In Our Stars' is the fact that I reaaaaaaally want to tell E. that I love him. All the friggin time. Except I can't quite bring myself to say it, 'cause you know, once you say things multiple times, they sort of lose their meaning.

So there you go, E. I'm sending you some 'I-love-you' vibes now.

I just finished "The Fault In Our Stars" by John Green. It was beautiful. I don't want to spoil it with my own words because it is honestly such a literary masterpiece.

"I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful."

My room is rapidly accumulating books. Why oh why did I have to remember why I love reading at this time of the year?

Also, I appear to have lost two kilos since the commencement of physical activity. Lovaaaaley. Honestly though... I am craving junk food like a crack addict. It sucks knowing that I am going to have to do this for the rest of my life if I want to maintain this weight. I crave cakebrowniechocolatehotchipsdeepfriedfoodsMacdonaldsKFC aaaand a whole host of other foods. Well, it's not like I haven't stopped eating the aforementioned foods completely. It is all moderation. And knowing that I have to run 45 odd minutes to burn off a slice of cake doesn't make me really eager to eat a lot.

In other news, I have finally handed in all necessary paperwork for my application. Still am nowhere closer to deciding whether or not I want to be married to a doctor or simply be a doctor myself.

I FIT INTO MY JEANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Now to make them loose.