Mental Murmurs

admin April 18th, 2008

To all of you who are wondering, no, I haven’t died yet. But almost.

Stress… Long hours of painful studying, assignmenting, researching, revising… Lack of sleep… Look what uni’s doing to me!! I’m sick again…

That’s right, second time in one month (last time was about 3 weeks ago)!

NOOOoooOO!!

Funnily/coincidentally enough, a friend of mine whom I haven’t seen for a while caught something a week before me last time and got it again last week! He suspects a second bug, but I’m not too sure. But whatever it is, please go awaaaaay!!

Anyway… To cheer myself up, I decided and insisted on a haircut today (I was browsing for a lot of alternative/indie/emo/punk/gothic hairstyle last night). Not feeling up for more violation, Andrew drove me to Strathfield and looked for a hairdressing place called “Zio” (opposite plaza), recommended from my friend Daph.

I walked into the place, and a man came and sat me down. Krystal, the Korean hairstylist that was going to cut my hair, came and asked me which style I wanted. So I explained it to her:

• Straight and short fringe
• Longer front bits
• Short and very layered back (similar to the last haircut)

She motioned me to the seat and started washing my hair and unlike the last lady, she didn’t rip my hair out!! So I decided to enjoy it, and she was really good/gentle!

After that, she asked if I trusted her and hearing my reply, got started on the cutting. We made small talk, and learned that she started out in Korea and has been a hairdresser for 10 years.

Some while later, she finished. And I looked at the new me.

Hilarious!!
Different!!
Non-alternative (as I had planned the night before)

But I really liked it, and Krystal looked please with herself. So I went to pay for her services: $35 - waaaaay cheaper than the one at Market City (yes, the violation one)! The man who originally served me appropriately added, “Next time, the messy hair look will be charged $45, because this is the first time, it’s $35″ and promptly handed me a loyalty card. Cool, didn’t know any hairdressing place have this system.

Feeling pleased, different and refreshed, I headed home. When dad saw me, he (sorta) flipped! And when mum saw me, the first thing she said was “Ohhh! My Korean daughter” …How did she know? O_o It seriously didn’t look like it to me… But I don’t know.

What do you think?

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admin January 6th, 2008

Depression for breakfast

Upon deep ponder, I came with the conclusion that making spaghetti was the initiation and source of my early depression. I’ll explain this in a minute.

But what I wanted to say first is this: bolognese has cheese in it?! What? I thought we add cheese ourselves if we wanted. But no, the label specifically said “cheese (contains milk)“.

Okay, with this out of the way, I can go on to my story and hence how I came up with this title for a post.

So. I came downstairs at 10:30ish for breakfast but seeing it’s a weekend (translation: mum’s cooking day) and a non-working day for me, we hardly get home-cooked meals, only bought. So not only did I not get a home-cooked meal, I got nothing except a loaf of bread. Since I am lactose intolerant, I can’t put anything on the bread so I ate it plain.

“Anita, make spaghetti since you didn’t get to yesterday.” So she was expecting me to cook breakfast. No problemo.

Starting cooking the spaghetti and some mince for the bolognese, blah blah. While waiting, I read the jar. CHEESE. Great!

With no appetite left, I prepared a plate for mum and a (giant) plate for Brandon (brother). Mum asked if I wanted anything else and I said no and went upstairs.

After a little while, I started feeling really PMSy (even though it’s not the time yet). Mum came upstairs with a big plate of vermicelli she whipped up just for me after my discovery. And guess what I said?

“I told you, I DON’T want any! Do you ever listen to what I say?!”

Immediate regret. Shit!

Cut, she took the plate away with an “ok.”

“Mum, I’m sorry.” Yes, I was frustrated, but she went through all that effort for me just to get this? “I’ll eat it later.”

I heard a small muffle and she disappeared downstairs.

Shit!

Then I started to cry, feeling really bad and stupid and an ungrateful little bitch. I know in my heart, I didn’t mean it, but the guilt! Reminds me of a similar incident.

So anyway, I went downstairs almost immediately after, apologised again and ate the plateful and failing to stifle cries. Dad came back from grocery shopping then and my mum asked if he wanted some of spaghetti to which he said no to. I hurried up and finished my food so I could go upstairs before having a breakdown there and then.

Then I had this emo thought: I had cut the only person in the world who cared for me!

Had some reflection time in the shower, and asked mum to walk with me. She wanted to get something at the chemist so I quickly agreed. Being the forgive and forget type, everything went uphills from there. So glad~!

Pot for lunch

Aunt Tania, her husband (Uncle Tam) and 10 year old son (Patrick) came over during lunchtime. It’s been a while. Getting compliments here and there about my appearance (something like “you look good” and “you’re really fit”) and my spaghetti (which I heated up for them for lunch, without a microwave) got kind of me high =]

The whole day was spent chilling out, watching the cricket (5th day, 2nd test. Australia vs India), chatting and playing with Patrick (who was playing with Brandon). You know how I said I wasn’t good with kids? Well, I’m not particularly good with this one, but he’s cool and really funny. Had a really relaxing arvie with lots of catching up, cricket, games… food.

Sore throat in the evening

Approaching the final overs of cricket, we pretty much thought the match would end as a draw as we weren’t getting Indian players out fast enough and they were defending to stay on. Though I was positive anything could happen as a near-impossible match in the past proved so: bowler Brett Lee hitting a 6 on the last ball and the team winning by 1 run.

And like that match, this match was simply unforgettable; Michael Clarke getting 3 wickets on 5 balls!

We won! WE WONNNNNNNNNNN!!!!

Me/Uncle/Aunt/Patrick/Mum/Brandon: *scream for our lives* … *rooftop cracks open for a split second* … *claps and screams*

A most exciting, unbelievable time in test cricket. Amazing. A must see. Brief summary here.

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admin January 4th, 2008

He is a great man.
A wise man.
A reasonable man.

With a weird personality.

When he’s mad at close members of the family, he’s the type to forgive if you’re sweet enough towards him and absolutely hate it when you ignore him even when he’s in the wrong.

And he never admits he’s wrong. Even when it’s obvious he is. He’s good; he’ll turn the situation around and blame YOU, and you can NEVER win against him, no matter what you say.

If you’re not a close family member and you do something that is fairly unreasonable, he won’t forgive you or speak to you, like a broken relation. And it HAS happened before. Twice.

He thinks earning 60k a year is nothing, and we should never aim only that high, yet we earn nothing like that.

He loves it when you talk about cooking, better yet if you WANT to learn cooking off him, but absolutely won’t teach in detail to people other than my brother and I, not even my mum. Me, I avoid cooking at all costs. I like to talk to him about it though, and when he’s slightly ticked off, mention cooking and he’ll forget. Sort of.

He is the only one in the world (I’m convinced) who doesn’t use microwave and bans our household from using one. He even gave it away when we got it as a housewarming present a couple years more than a decade ago.

So anyway. He really hates it when we skip meals, especially breakfast, and because of that, he likes us to wake up early to eat his early (no later than 9am) prepared meals, usually rice or sandwiches.

He hates it when my brother and I sit in front of the computer all day, typing away, lost in cyberland because it’s unhealthy for us. He likes it when we go for walks in the park, especially automatically seeing that my brother and I are lazy piece of shits. And as a habit, we usually do after a meal.

Oh and dinner, we always always eat together at the table, unlike many families I’ve seen.

As you are reading this, you’re probably wondering why I am saying all this.

So why?

Because my dad is angry at us. The both of us.

My brother and I both woke up late today (10:30am) and dad has been ignoring the both of us since we came downstairs for breakfast!

We came down with our cheeky bubbly selves to be greeted by a “hn”. Damn, sweetness didn’t work on him this time. He must be really ticked off.

“Don’t worry, he’ll get over it.” I tell my brother enthusiastically despite dad’s response, or lack thereof.

So after I washed up the dishes, my brother and I automatically got out to the park and walked for about 20 minutes before heading home.

At lunch, we went downstairs to find food. He usually he prepares food for us, but today, zilch. Ok, no problem, we’ll have leftovers from last night.

And again, we scurried to our feet and went walking in the park. Came home and back on the computer.

Okay… not a word still. Surely he’d get over it by dinnertime?

So dinnertime came, and there wasn’t a dinner call for us. Mum told us about it. When we got downstairs, he was already halfway through his dinner. Walked, got home.

Again, not a word. O_o

He didn’t even hop on my brother’s computer to play Chinese chess tonight (they’re usually hovering over the computer)!

Suddenly, I wasn’t so enthusiastic anymore.

In fact, something tells me it’s not good. Not good at all.

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admin October 21st, 2006

Maa~ =(
I’ve been a tad down lately~!
And a bit stressed~

Mhm, firstly, genetics~
Stupid report (which is only worth 5%) sounds too complicated for its worth~ >_<
And our midsession (cohort of 16 advanced genetics people) went pretty crappy~
And and and our little quizes will add up, and I’m not passing them ;_;

Secondly, Andrew’s lost his ring yesterday T_T
He tried looking for it in the morning but couldn’t find it.
Only one more place left to dig… the safe box~
Can access on Monday though~ I can’t wait~ ><

Mmm, just exams in general… they’re coming up…
Feeling anxious and starting to stress ><

Exam timetable
Chemistry: 13/11/2006
Genetics (advanced): 14/11/2006
Life Science (advanced): 21/11/2006
Psychobiology: 22/11/2006
Maths: 24/11/2006

Maa~ Such a gloomy entry~
So much for my new found optimism~ -_-

Signing off with a smile nonetheless,
Anita

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admin September 9th, 2006

R.I.P.

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admin August 12th, 2006

Aaahhh~ Really no point in me writing here actually ><
No one gives a shit

Well, care or not care, I don’t care, I’m trying to keep my journal alive -_-;

Aaah, feeling sick once again~~~
Flu/cold-ish kinda thing this time~~
At least the doctors gave me a negative with the test I did ^_^
I’m happy about that

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