my mother is ironing blank sheets of paper?

i think i met vincent the vegetarian today. he was delivering stuff at tatsing kfl and happened to be unloading boxes infront of the freezer full of vegetarian stuffs.
i told him what i thought of the char siew - the green brand is absolutely disgusting. i think he agreed. he didn't speak much english.

got accepted into my diploma. which i;m very much happy about.

when send someone an invite for dinner, thety shouldn't send you back a response stating that the made a booking for you and they will not be atending.

playing farcry 2...
if i were a more educated person i might understand what was going on.

currently eating dessert tofu with strawberries and chocolate sauce. (i know it sounds disgusting, but its really is delicious).
here's a hot tip: if your making one of those vegan dessert things that calls for silken tofu, if you can, get dessert tofu instead. one of the main reasons being that your making a dessert. it has a similiar soft texture (it might even possibly be softer) and it just seems more palatble. i think the main reason being that its almost always fresher. desset tofu tends to come in a tub whereas silken tofu usually comes in those sqeeze tube of vaccuum sealed dinglys. its traditionally eaten warmed and drizzled with sugar syrup.

job starts tomorrow. its meant to be 43C. i'm wearing a stuffy shirt and fitted skirt. i hope they have air conditioning.

hang on a moment... chicken is chickens?

daniel radcliff is a shitty actor.

there is something just not right about refering to eggs mashed with mayonaise as 'salad'.

so they were doing random checks for knives @ footscray station. (i guess knife crime never involves cars then).

so only 50% of knives don't get detected.
personally, i'd rather have my rights and freedoms.

the thing is, the police need to stop worrying about appearing racist and just get on with it.

[stage lights up]

kham walks into a cluttered lounge room with piles of books strewn across the floor

Kham: [to mum] hey mum... whats with all the old diaries?
Mum: I nicked them from work years ago.
Kham: okay... so why have you kept a bunch of blank diaries from 1983?
Mum: for your information, 1983*, aswell as 1996* happen to be exactly identical to 2010.
Kham:[blank stare]
Mum: so do you know anyone who needs a diary for 2010?




*note: don't run out and buy diaries from 1983/96, i can't remember if these were the years she actually said matched up with 2010, either way the point remains.

my father brought my brother some huge fucking half a metre long parang.

got what i am supposed to believe are my osce results (round 2). not very happy. in fact, i'm rather dissapointed.

i know i'm not meant to blame other people. and its all my own fault. blah blah blah. i kept booking dates to practice and my simulated patient kept bailing on me. not once in 3-4weeks did they keep a date. never going with that simulated patient ever again.

so there has been another update in the whole results bingle.

in case you weren't following:
1. told in an email by staff that no results would be posted out
2. results arrive in the mail - 4 weeks after the rest of the uni gets their results
3. told that results mailed out were wrong via blackboard - no further comment as the faculty is on holiday
4. nobody sure if that means some people will get a nasty suprise and find themselves sitting sups (having been assured otherwise and already left the state/country)
5. faculty still on break.
6. told on backboard that the faculty wasn't sure exactly what was wrong - they were having a meeting - stay updated
7. told that written exam results were actually correct. OSCE feedback was the incorrect one. supplementary exam notification were probably sent out correctly. key word being probably.

bear in mind that this is the second year in a row they've fumbled sending out exam results. so they're only had 12mnts to solve what should be a simple problem. and no, i don't think i'm being overly critical, the other faculties manage to get their shit sorted with far more subjects and students to juggle.

so what does this all mean?
well. i'm happy with my written exam results.

so i was accosted by a rather energetic young man outside public bar a couple of weeks ago. he wanted me to do a radio interview - something about being asian, and multiculturalism and all that jazz.

well, i just got off the phone. recoding tuesday afternoon.

now I know what your all thinking 'what the hell, you idiot, you're going to be raped'.
a. we're meeting at the state libray
b. he's a 5'4 little asian man who despite being 25, doesn't quite look like he's hit puberty yet.

on the downside... he might know kung-fu.

my grandmother = fucking amazing.

she doesn't quite get my dietary choices. its almost been 6 years. but dammit she keeps trying.

and like all grandmother she is constantly trying to feed me. the problem is, she's a very meat the 3 boiled with no seasoning vegetable kinda lady.

her solution to this predicament - she buys vegetables which she doesn't know the name of (otherwise know in my grandparent house as 'poshy people vegetable')

such vegetable (and fruits) include: brocollini, aubergine, avocado...

dolphin safe... not tuna safe

fatty has a pink mowhawk.
(i think he's trying to compensate for something)

so i was chillin at the community herb garden a couple of weeks ago. and the artichokes had come thorough. and before i had realised my mother's man friend had seized them all. every last one.

he lived by himself and had two grocery bags full of artichokes. so i started hinting. fist subtely. and then somewhat less subtely. and when numbnuts finally got my jist... "but you can't eat artichokes" (raises eyebrows) "because you eat artichokes by soaking them in butter and you don't eat butter"

all i have to say is he better not be banging my mother.