why wy?

the good

A friend took me for lunch at a Sri Lankan restaurant, and guess what was on the menu: Bandung! Okay, it wasn't called that, it was called fallujah, like the Iraqi town (not sure about spelling, I was preoccupied with eating at that time). It was thicker than normal and they serve it with tiny black seeds, like kiwi seeds, that didn't seem to add anything different to the rose and milk taste. The best part: A scoop of vanilla ice cream. This is definitely something the mamak shops could learn - make way for bandung godzilla!!!

the bad

School has started, for real. I have homework. Bleah. Which I was meant to be doing now instead of blogging. What was bad was today's dissection class, not bad per se, but awkward. The cadaver we got still had her upper dentures in, but no lower ones, and her mouth was wide open, think The Scream, by Munch. She had a look of fright, and so did we when we met her.


and the ugly

Straits Times Interactive is going to be charging for their articles. It's bad enough that you have to register to read anything. Even after working in the same parent company, I am still reeling from the shock of how greedy they are. Isn't $400m profit (or whatever the current figure is) enough? An annual subscription is $70, and come on, news from singapore really isn't worth that much, to say nothing about how most students don't have $70 to spend on newspapers. And one that you can't recycle to wrap garbage at that. I guess I will have to get all my news from mr brown, today and talking cock... and the occasional e-mail from you guys won't hurt...

thanks everyone, the housemate has been found... she's a malaysian (surrounded by them man) who has graduated and looking for a job in IT. So here's to the start of a wonderful relationship (I hope). Next on the to-do list, find work. If you feel like it, please continue with the wei prayer, replace housemate with job. I've sent out the resumes, am just waiting for one to bite...

please add this to the meditation: Let wei find a good housemate, one that she can get along with, want to hang out with, eats the same, etc etc and STOP SENDING WEIRDOS.

sigh. Well, i'm sure they are interesting people but perhaps not ones you want to be in close proximity with.

watched a really bad french animation film, called immortel. By the way, I've been writing 2-in-1 reviews at my multiply site. Will put a proper one up for it soon, but let me just say that when I watched it, I thought, why is charlotte rampling always in such weird shows? Then, as the movie progressively got worse, I thought, I hope charlotte rampling managed to buy a swimming pool-type villa with her paycheck, at least one of us would have got some satisfaction out of the movie.

a funny take on the charles and camilla thing.

requests:

Johan is going to aceh. He is looking for teammates and money, so if you have either, please go here.

This may sound a bit loopy, but I haven't found a housemate yet. I believe that you can create the future by constantly thinking about it, like how you think of a song and then you switch on the radio, and ta-dah, there it is playing. So, please help me by concentrating on this thought: May Wei find a roommate soon, like in the next week, that can get along with her and is neat, pays rent on time, eats more veggies, a nice person etc etc.

Now the blog proper: The student clinic
So, in my course, we have to do observations, and eventually, treating patients, at the student clinic. It's more than just watching. We have to do filing, washing, change the sheets, and a whole lot of waiting in between patients. It's sad when the most you have to look forward to is the laundry, and it's not even your own. Where's a game of settler's when you need it? Again, I was reminded about the difference between girls and guys - they were so bored that they started shooting rubber bands at a paper target, not very accurately. Us girls rolled our eyes and left the room. What's next, licking frogs? ERgh.

We went on a long drive today, to Dandenongs the suburb, which has a lot of migrants from India, Pakistan, Sri Lanka. I walked into a Sri Lankan grocery shop and breathed in the smell of Little India, holding it in for as long as I could. Die lah, homesick already and it's only been two weeks.

flying emirates is pretty cool - they have a camera pointed on the nose of the plane and on the belly. So, it's a clouds-eye view from your personal tv screen, which is good if you don't have a window seat. Best of all, they turn on the camera duing landing, and it was a night flight, so it was gorgeous seeing the runway lights geting closer and closer. And popular arabic music rocks, seriously. I also saw an arabic music video that looked like bollywood meets britney, her tits were threatening to pop out and poke her dancing partner in the eye. Which is a small shock to me, i thought arabic culture would be more conservative outwardly.

Spent the whole weekend clearing up the house and unpacking. Have reorganised the shelves and books slightly and am proudest of my new study desk in my room (on loan, thanks monica). It has become the ipod music corner and is loud enough to hear from the street (okay, my second-storey window faces the street).

My strange left shoulder pain is back again, it disappeared a week before I flew back to Singapore, and arrived the night before I flew to Melbourne. I hope isn't some psychosomatic reaction to this country, otherwise it is going to be a very painful four years, literally.

met up with lingam and brian, they say hi to those who know them, and they have a stunning apartment now with furniture from thailand.

and happy valentine's day guys, to the loved, the lovely and loveless.

my grandma's reunion duck - this is why i will not celebrate CNY anywhere else. 

aussies have strong stomachs (its laundry liquid). 

My phone addressbook is gone, because I haven't figured out to back it up, and sent it in to get the firmware upgraded. And I deleted everything from the old phone, thinking I would never need it... is there a hokkien phrase for calling yourself stupid?

siemens guy: you will lose all your ringtones, pictures, wallpaper.
me: that's ok. (although i had a really nice pix of joe that I will have to try to repeat) realisation dawns...
me: what about my address book?
guy: er....
me: can back up? pleeeeaaaaaseeeee?
guy: will try...

Maybe they are not star wars trained. Anyhow, it's all gone now, and there's no use fretting about it. It's a good a chance as any to get in touch with old and new friends. So if you are out there reading this, and you haven't responded (assuming you are busy and not ignoring me on purpose), please email me your contact number, with your name of course. Birthday also, if you want a cheesy card. Danke.

fittingly, it was my last day at work when i was prompted to change my password(they do it every three months). It was with a great sense of glee that i refused, a childish sense of glee, the same I feeling I had when I found out I could use fuck for a password (the system does not allow you to use words in the dictionary). As long as you have some numbers in it, of course.

Then again, the door is open for me to do another stint, so blogging from the office (again) is a possibility. Made the big boss delighted with a present of Eat, Shoots & Leaves which is like a funny book for editors and subs and word nerds, but not funny for the rest of the population. Initially, I was worried that he might already have it (he didn't), but seeing the smile on his face, I'm glad I didn't get him the parody Eat, Shits and leaves. And for those who know him, make that doubly glad. Hint: He comes across as a really proper sort of person.

am currently taming the new phone (siemens cx65), packing and listening to a motherload of mp3s, in that order.

we watched a really terrible film on thursday, which was so bad that we had to watch another movie after that to get the bad taste out of our brain. Run for the hills if anyone tries to drag you to see Fighter in the wind. To be fair, the korean film had a nice trailer, which was nothing like the film. And it had no reviews (now we know why). It's the age-old story of a guy who learns to fight and beats the shit out of all the fighters in Japan. There's also the whole Japan is rubbing Korea's nose in the dirt thing. The film was made even worse by the fact that we paid for it, and thereby were hoping that it would get better in five minutes, and five minutes after, but it never did. At least if it was on tv, you could change the channel (and it would be free).

The second film bad education, was really really good. It's by almodovar, so you can expect bright colours, a tranny (i think there were three) and weird plot twists. And the lead, Gael Garcia Bernal, is so cute (cuter as a man, ahem).

an ad for japanese magnetic shoes, the brand is otafuku. say it out loud, say it pround.

a banner for a sale, teak ethic warehouse. maybe they give away aristotle when you buy an armchair.

a meditation cd, "with lyrics included".

Heard recently,
during a particularly massive (uncovered) yawn of mine: You could park a lorry in there and do a u-turn.

and an early, non-sappy retreat for valentine's day, intellectual whores. He's actually got a whole theory why smart women forsake nice guys for the dirt biker with tattoos.