It's really bad when you plan something, then you can't do it. It's even fucking worse when you plan something, can't do it, then be given hope that you might be able to do it, then can't, and then ANOTHER time.
I'm just so bloody frustrated I think I will just sleep the next 2 weeks away.
I am so exhausted. In so many ways. I can't believe I fell alseep while playing games. Maybe this has just been an exhaustive week. And I wasn't even planning on posting. But, gah.
First off was dinner with Kian's friends at Papa Gino's. Food selection was quite good. Comments on the food selection:
The bread had a slightly rubbery crust and the inside was a bit too soft. Olive oil would have gone better with the bread. It would have been better if it was warm or lightly toasted.
This pizza was very meaty. Quite nice, well balanced flavours, nice amount of toppings, no real complaints. Personally, though, I would have enjoyed it if the chilli flake bottle cover didn't come loose and spill like half the friggin bottle of chilli flakes on my pizza. I couldn't eat much after that.
In the background, the ham omelette was a bit too thin and too salty. Not to be considered full bodied food.
Fettucine with clams was okay, slightly spicy, a mite too clammy. The clams weren't fully washed, so there were grains of sand in it. No major disagreements with it. Worth the eat.
This pizza was too mushroomy (not coming from me, though I must agree), too many capsicums and stuff, but edible.
Strawberry crepe was very nice. Strawberries were fresh, the serve was large, and most importantly, still warm. Excellent finisher.
Overall, a worthy eat, Papa Gino's. Only thing is you must know what to order. And avoid spilling chilli flakes all over your pizza. Use paprika or tabasco. Gah.
On Friday, I cooked some random things for Michy's parents and an assortment of friends.
Not a flattering picture, but gets the point across. It wasn't too good a run, I must admit. Sigh. I'm so losing my touch.
Museum trip on Saturday!
This huge-ass whale skeleton was the opening exhibit. Nice.
I suppose Ban would like some furry things once in awhile. Wallaby!
And kiwi. See? They look nothing like the fruit. Or sheep.
Talk about huge calamari.
They have some weird fish.
Ooh. Looky. A UFO. Or is it AN UFO?
This is so Jurassic Park.
Pretty metallic morpho butterflies. Nice.
And naked statues. It's like being made of rock immediately renders you in an income bracket too low to afford decent clothing. Must be that stick thing he spends so much money on.
Okay, too exhausted to continue. Bye to Kim and Kian who left this afternoon, and to Vonzie who's leaving tomorrow, I think. Have fun, come back soon.
Something interesting happened today. 40 bucks fell out of the sky. And then I found 2.50 on the road. Woah.
Edit: Gah. Jon. You're right. I must be more fucked up than I thought.
If we keep to the legal definition of murder, then most of us are quite off the hook. But if we were to think of ideas and thoughts and hopes and feelings as sentient things, and the product of human creation (as are babies, for that matter), all of us are the most bloody killers imagineable.
For my part, I've been trying to strangle a particular idea/thought/feeling. It's mostly dead, as far as I can tell. Still, once in awhile, it somehow recovers and gets around walking again. Either this thing's really tough, or it just won't be put down. Damnable thing.
And when they say murderers have guilty consciences, they just might be right. I've never been one to fret about guilt. I rarely feel guilty over anything, but this attempted murder has gotten me feeling all turmoiled inside. Isn't that just a hoot. I should sell tickets to the show. People would come and watch this big anguished kid talking to himself on stage, then walking about, throwing profanities at random intervals towards unsuspecting audience members, who would be delighted in how avant garde the whole production is.
Dan might be right. I probably should learn to let go of certain restrictions. But that makes the PAST me seem so silly, right? Especially since those restrictions haven't been long standing. I come across as terribly pessimistic. I like to think I'm a realistic optimist. I keep my high hopes to myself, because I don't like to fall flat. Horrible as my face is, I wouldn't like to damage it further.
What SHOULD I do for dinner, hey?
Someone kill me please. Gah.
Some things are, and most annoyingly, they're the very ones that you're trying NOT to remember.
I hate being confused. And that's what I'm doing to myself. Gah. I've said this a thousand times, and it probably won't change anything if I said it again: I'd slit my fucking wrists if I wasn't so afraid of pointy things.
There are things running in my head I didn't think I'd need to consider for at least a long long while. And yet they're back again. Only with a streak I had not anticipated. I should drown myself, but I have a fear of drowning, or something like that. Damnation.
Let's hope this Redken people know what they're doing with hair. I'm supposed to get soft hair that's malleable and absolutely lucious enough to run fingers through. We'll see.
Question: assuming a sufficiently large budget, I need to choose between the Nokia 6280 and the N91. I did consider the LG Chocolate phone, but only trick is that it doesn't have the niftiness I'm looking for. The N91 is sleek enough, only issue being the tiny tiny keypad. The 6280 is a balanced enough toy, but it's music playback isn't as spiffy as I'd like, warranting another huge expenditure in the form of a black 60G iPod.
Much as I like that mouthwatering electronica, a sufficiently large budget is easily felled by many blows. So, I have to decide. N91, or 6280?
On another note, I really need to clean my room. Again.
...pleasures. Because some evil assassin rabbit chomped me.
10. Retail therapy. Nothing better than buying un-needful and most scandalously impractical toys like wireless mouse-es and cameras and handphones and mp3 players and... Boys' toys, essentially.
9. Chocolate. Because good chocolate is STILL better than sex. Of course, if your idea of good chocolate are like, Smarties, God help you.
8. Classical music. Because there is no way you can play the 5th Symphony on your lonesome and make it sound remotely fun. So you get OTHER people to do it for you.
7. Live theater. Like TV, but 3D.
6. Preprepared curry pastes. Ever tried grinding and frying your own? Neither have I.
5. Remote controls. Perfect for the time you want to change channels away from all that annoying ball kicking.
4. Quilts. You can never have enough quilts in this weather. NEVER!
3. Potatoes. Carb-laden packets of sin they may be, but nothing beats a well prepared potato salad, or potato mash, or baked potatoes with mayonnaise and bacon bits. Mmm.
2. Overpriced gourmet coffee outlets. Can you say free internet? Ahahah!
1. Public benches. Good for resting an overstretched bottom, tying shoe laces, sleeping on, making out on, reading on, and the list goes on...
So it seems that my lack of internet connection was because I put it on "Share this computer's internet connection through LAN". Like. Gah. Kim! See lah you!
I still think they should scrap this 1.5M line shared between 11 people. That's slower than friggin dialup. Give us a 5M cable dammit!
