i scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream

fairy floss = the most delicious thing ever.

oh and ice cream is pretty good too.

there are so many kinds. you got your ice blocks. tubs of ice cream. gelato. ice cream on a stick. chocolate coated. bubble gum inserted. golden gaytime? pretty much everything is there.

my favourite ice block? lime flavoured ones. sugary green goodness. they are closely followed by those lemonade ones. yum. schweppes is particularly good. i have fond memories of getting one of those ice blocks every time my family went to hornsby pool.

here i am eating a green ice block. notice how happy i am. below, you can see my best friend jenna and i posing as lesbians. why? i am wearing purple leg warmers and eating a green ice block. purple + green = lesbians. not really though. that would be sick. why? cos you don't screw the crew. jenna being very much so a part of my crew.

why ice cream?

cos this afternoon when i walked home, i was excited when i saw the home ice cream truck. my happiness was shattered when i saw the indian man inside the truck. no i'm not that racist. but this indian guy is seriously the most annoying person on earth. he insists on ringing the bell non-stop at about 247 dings per minute. and NO ONE on my street gets it cos they are all 80+. except for me sometimes. today was not one of those days.

reward the indian man for waking up my whole neighbourhood at 3pm during their afternoon catnaps?

no siree.

tired. stressed.

you'll feel better on swisse. (yeah i watch huey's cooking adventures. what of it?)

(yeah i know it's for prostate. i did it on purpose. i knew you would enjoy it)

there are currently nine people living in my house.

all asian extended family.

hello discomfort.

waking up with "strangers" near your face.

can't get changed without having someone see you.

can't go to the bathroom without waiting for at least another hour.

can't go on the computer without two+ people standing behind you snooping about.

seriously...GO AWAY!

i just want like five minutes....actually like.....lots of five minutes....put together.

oh dear lord. i really take my space for granted. and now that it's gone....i just want nothing more than to have like 2m by 2m of "me" area.

seriously, i am getting squashed like this baby right here:

so anyway yeah. trying to escape snoopy people is making me tired and stressed. but i refuse to take swisse.

music theory

doing the theory for music exams may well be one of the most torturous and blandest tasks you could ever have to do. like chewing sawdust.

sure i am very interested in music, all the history, styles and techniques. but when you have a massive load of it to do, it is...quite frankly...death. think of all the frickin repertoire. now for every piece, you have to go through and find, learn and memorise all the theory.

you could say

i can't handle handel.

i don't want you bach. (but i do want michael jackson back)

i wanna play miriam hyde and seek but without the seek.

i say you should telemann to go already.

and all for a piece of paper with different grades of music qualifications...

exams...end!

sweet tooth...

today i saw the most repulsive/ infuriating/ perplexing thing on the train.

a balding man in his late 30's boards the train armed with a suitcase and two green enviro bags chock a block full of sweets. he sits opposite me, taking off his black trenchcoat to reveal a red flannel shirt. "that's ok"...i thought..."perhaps he has children and is planning a party for them"...

he puts down his black umbrella and stretches to reveal his black fanny pack around his overflowing waist (no doubt filled with candy too). with a sigh, he has finally settled and proceeds to forage through his treasures. "oh dear"...."i was wrong"

he pulls out a 1.25L bottle of coke. sculls it down in less than a minute and drops it on the floor. *crush crush crush* thirteen stomps later, i realised why he is wearing sturdy black wellington boots. he makes a small crevice in one of the green enviro bags and shoves the flattened plastic in. bottle after bottle, he repeats the process. my ears suffered the most agonising sound they have ever heard. he must've finished five by my count.

but no, he is not done yet. he stretches once more, pushing his hands down his pants. "wtf"...i hesitate..."oh please god no"

thankfully i am relieved. he is only pulling out three more bags of candy. one bag of snakes. one bag of gummi bears. and a mixed bag of fruit chews. he snacks, nay feasts, on these.

alas, it is my stop. i get off, peeking into his other enviro bag and suitcase. "more candy....more fizzy drinks...enough to feed fifty five year olds for several months"

it is beyond me how he could consume that amount of sugar in half an hour, or how he could drink so much sugary liquid and not need the bathroom. and who knows how much he had consumed before and after i had seen him.

one thing is for sure though, i am equally disgusted as i am amused and fascinated.