not that anybody will really care, but after believing it impossible, i found vegan kaya - one of those foods i grew up with. it not quite a kaya, as much as a fillipino coconut jam, but its close enough. alot sweeter and far more sticky and gooey than spread-y like kaya (which has the consistency of lemon curd).

ps/ noor, there was people eating mcdonalds at DH.

pps/ if you are my neighbour and you happen to read my blog, turn the shitty hip-hop down and stop trying to sing along. i live on the other side of our complex, i should not be able to hear your crap.

"you know, you don't have to buy the paper, you can just buy a coffee and McDonalds and read their copy of the paper" - kiong

the things is: no. simply, it smells funny, it isn't a plesant place, it would we cheaper to just buy the paper, and i would not drink their coffee.

i can only anticipate the rebuttal of noor, and i'm sure they make fine coffee and the dodgy smell is just psycosomatic, but still, i don't feel comfortable there.

turn out, i can't look up my study scores, but noor can.
so i'll just tell you how i did, cos i know you all want to know (my whole two readers other than noor and sam)

BI03 - Biology GA 1: A GA 2: A+ GA 3: A+ Study Score: 41

as many of you (samuel and noor) will presumably know, i hate high-waisted jean.

high-waisted pants make you look slimmer and taller: false.
its all fucking lie, they use really tall really thin models (who obviously look slim and tall in high-waisted pants) and some 'camp queer' with spikey peroxide hair to convince many that clothing which is attrocious on the majority of the population (bar a few hundred women), actually makes you look better than you otherwise would. just like when they lied and somehow managed to convince forty-five-year old mothers that g-strings and jeans make you look younger and hipper (sure the leave no panty-line, which is good right? but they also leave these huge arse toothfloss-like elastic gross things; that and its a piece of string rubbing against ones arse-crack) - or a 'yummy mummy'. frankly, i blame society, everyone should just wear all the black all the time, unless given a permit otherwise.

which is why it may surprise some of you to learn, that i own high-waisted jeans. two pairs actually. one in a black tight straight-leg, the other a blue loose slouch fit. the black ones are actually the james pants some of you may remember. i wore them twice, once because i had to bend over on stage, and once for kicks, in public, and after that, never again. i've been two and a half years clean. the other, bluer pair, are my round the house, harry-high pants, pants. i didn't pay for either pair.

which is why, i give to you, the pictures of me in high-waisted pants i showed noor. while they add junk to my trunk, they don't really do it in a good way. the pants in general are just not flattering (they make me look a bit fat) and not comfortable (pants should breath damn it).

noor, if you could, my student number?
also, whats this shindig i hear word of via text message?

all is well, i got a lift with emma, which was much appreciated considering she lives some place out north-east, her dad and grandfather even knew where my quaint little ghetto-flat is located.

my suspicions have been confirmed: only one of the several people to get colours for s.cru was doing speech night - which was full of all other kinds of bullshit awards, such as house awards and academic awards and just the majority of the awards in general.

now i'm tired, but in need of a haircut which i keep putting off and i feel icky from eating too many vegan chocolate-coconut cupcakes (thanks to ruth).

ps. why i'm against cadets in schools, noor, and i guess samuel:
1. as much as you may deny it, its a blatent and admitted recruiting ground for the army, and as such has no place in the education system (but, i guess that belief makes me a commie-leftist)
2. cadets, particularly is our school (perhaps, even more so in MHS) are given special priveledges not granted to other groups and clubs (such as the regulation prohibiting clubs influenced by outside organisation)

all that being said, i would have no problem with cadets in schools if we could also have a WPWW club, or a communism/socialism club, or even one of them infamous anti-women clubs.
my last shit hole of a school had no cadets, and to suddenly be thrown into a school environment where it is perfectly acceptable to march around in army uniforms with objects designed to replicate and simulate weapons is just fucking weird to say the least.

pps. greatest quote ever: "your old blog was just about you insecurities in the bedroom, now your blog is just about food" - is not, its a scathing critique of modern society throught the medium of metaphor.

say, spore, if you happen to read this before tomorrow, you should totally bring photos in a digital format (may i suggest the compact disk fromat)

the downside: my flat smells life something died in a pan on the stove and then some idiot turned the stove on.
the upside: i can pretend like i'm a cultured yuppie living in some cultured area (lie yarraville or seddon) cos some crazy ethnic is playing crazy ethnic music.

ps. spore, nobody noticed you crafy escape from the school and s.cru, sam did all the heavy rostrum and piano ends lifting, soo your mad skillz were not needed and all is sweet. sm wan't there either.

pps. samuel, nobody cares that you can left heavy things because of you testicles and their testosterone

ppps. one of the yr9s is a vegan (i believe) and thinks skittles are vegan - silly!
which raises a giganormous moral dilema, do i tell her they are not and appear patronising, or did do i not tell her and she feels bad when she finds out she's been eating non-vegan things and telling everybody that such things are vegan. oh, the dilema, if only Gary Francione had written something on the subject.

pppps. apparently over at MHS, sarah is considered the 'hot macrob teacher'

watching the election on a tv with shitty reception in my shitty flat.
the rents vote everso eclectically:
maureen: labour (unquestionably as her mother did)
margaret: labour (unquestionably as her mother did)
kiong: liberal in a safe labour seat, and greens in a liberal or marginal seat (wtf?, liberal and the greens? though he can't actually vote cos he's a fob)

the question on everybodies lips: is it noors turn to vote this year, and if so who did she vote for byproxy, and if not, who did her brother vote for?

my father on noors lively hood: "its very healthy food, a complete meal: meat, bread, vegetables, its like taking a protein pill"

cos i give the people (noor) whats they want:

chem: long, so fucking long, the nerds will tell you that they finished with fifteen minutes left and such, but i knows for a fact, that even certain nerds coun't derive the certain ph of a certain reaction. but the exam was reasonable none the less.

spesh: better than i expected, but still not exactly thinking of doing 'good' in comparison to all the other nerds, same rcos(0-a) question as well as everything that wasn't statics or kinematics, but go figure such is life (ie. unfortunately not as full of physics as it should be)

lang: chose the creole question, my essay was structured pretty much identically to the sample essay, short answer was not too good, used shitty (partially fictional) examples in the essay and absolutely none in the third paragraph - ran out of paper

physics: i truly believe i answered absolutely everything correctly (however, rennie might think otherwise) - finish 30mins early - lars kept giving me these "you are so shitty at englang looks" (or so i'd like to believe)

in response to the drama tears: sarah got fired, cook, whom i can't stand therefore gains even more power

history controversy? gossip like its hwat noor.


ps. if smelsher is reading this, i can only apologies for missing her birthday celebrations

spore, you down with dumpling and pulling the whole crew together some time next week?

some of the more observant of you may have noticed the crazee-go-nuts widget doo-daddy tot he right-ish of the screen. just chillax and don't do anything crazy (like reboot your computer) while i explain.

remember that crazy cat yongfook? well he's come up with some kind of interweb function perfectly honed to flush out the numerous food pics from my flickr (as per certain spore requests).

perhaps this will dispell the 'khams, she so crazee eurasian, she even put cumin is tomato sauce'. (its true, cumin, its not like thats spanish or anything, no, we must never forget that the italians have a monopoly on tomato sauces - but then again what else can they grow, other than olives?)

it would appear KatheirneTan male-model extraodinair, whom who has the cuisine which reigns supreme has take a bit of a hiatus from blogging. or so it would appear. hiatus or coup? i ask you this noor. forced to take drastic measures, kham is straightout refusing to publish any furthur blog post until formal photographs are delivered to her. and don't think you can live without it, cos 'no spesh and no blog make noor something something'

"boneless chicken breast pounded and rolled around cold unsalted butter, then breaded and fried"

so its lard wrapped thinly in chicken and deep fried. excuse me while i vomit into my hummous.


ps. noor, you know what i want

so, speaking of seeing hanna and ainsley at dumpling house after school, after having not gone to school, after having been 'fixing' samuels 'computer'.

hanna and ainsley know noor and noor has formal photographs which she should totally send to kham.

i think the people upstairs have broken up (thank god, they shag too fucking loudly). a girl in tracksuit with something classy written across her ass ran throught he 'courtyard' wailing with half her mascara dribbling into he mouth. a man in a tracksuit then ran down the stairs yelling and her to come back. needless to say i was considering taking a page out of noor's mother's book and fetching a loaf of bread.

spore, physics, ph-fun, is a reference to we can be heroes...

link.
spore, your establishment, clearly in cohoots with the commie-tarians.

and, like nestle, is like totally vegetarian, cos it only abuses human children.

oh, an after a list of 'vegan' products:
* Items listed may contain trace amounts of animal-derived ingredients. While PETA supports a strict adherence to veganism, we put the task of vigorously reducing animal suffering ahead of personal purity. Boycotting products that are 99.9 percent vegan sends manufacturers the message that there is no market for that particular food, which ends up hurting more animals.
its like how, not eating hamburgers sneds the message to manufacturers that there is no demand for products such as lettuce or bread, which is why, as a total animal wuver (who ever wears the i am not a nugget shirt, cos i'm that hardcore veg), i eat hamburgers. cos i support the lettuce and bread, cruelty -free alternatives.

remember folks, it not animal-friendly, unless it easy and trendy.

spore, do you have my black pen? (from spesh)