Gratification at last!
The title has to be an an understatement becuase I am nothing if not furiously gratifying myself for the past 4 days, ie
- watching Taiwanese variety shows ( Kang Xi Lai Le, Peach Protein) on Youtube WHENEVER I WANT
- watching Japanese dramas my roomie has been conscientiously downloading WHENEVER I WANT
- walking into a Korean grocery store and thinking that I should buy WHATEVER I WANT
- indulging in snacks at home WHENEVER I WANT
- taking unaccounted naps WHENEVER I WANT
- designating certain days as "XJ-slack-days" HOWEVER I WANT
Muahahahhahaha. Needless to say, the past 4 days have been nothing short of heavenly. I do believe that it is the closest to self-actualisation I can ever get.
Anyway, the past few weeks of report-writing have culminated in........Korean food for dinner!
Not sure if you guys know, but Sydney has many many Koreans. My campus is located in a mini-Korean suburb (Lidcombe), and there's a major Korean suburb - Strathfield, which was where we went to eat. The suburbs can be quite markedly different due to the residents. Strathfield was still bustling and Korean youngsters can be seen milling about even at 8.30 pm....whereas Berala (where I stay) is pretty quiet by 7+.
In spite of my well-meaning protests, my roomies insisted on trying the Korean rice wine, which was low in alcohol content but nevertheless potent in vast quatities (it comes in a POT!)...thank goodness I have roomies who are eager drinkers and I managed to escape with only two cups of wine.
But I think all of us are more or less affected by the alcohol...(we are inexperienced eager/uneager drinkers) because one roomie and I eventually found ourselves engaged in a hand fight while waiting for the train.
I think it started with me poking her in the waist to ascertain the existence of the fats she claimed to have. She retaliated.
The fight continued all the way into the train. One of the passengers - an old man- was so intrigued, he came over to sit opposite us and enlightened us on why men are attracted to women in stockings and high-heels. I think he was really a bit too....friendly.
Xiu Juan out
@ |3:43 PM|
Meatlover's delight
Because my roomies and I have gone on a cooking strike in lieu of the cruelty we were subjected to ( in the form of meaningless reports and such), I have not eaten meat for more than 3 times in the past 3 weeks. At least now I know I can really lose weight in times of extreme stress :)
Anyway, yesterday was the deadline for my reports. So I was in a good mood. Good mood = expansive appetite. So I cooked. And I wanted meat. More specifically, I wanted to eat 牛哥哥.
So I bought some rare roast beef to cook with my beef instant noodles. Just as I was about to put the beef into the boiling soup, I thought, 'Hey. That beef looks good enough to be eaten as it is'.
Normally, I don't like raw meat. I don't like to touch raw meat. I also don't like to see blood, veins, bones, or anything on my meat that reveals that it was once part of a living, breathing animal.
But yesterday, I decided to eat my 牛哥哥 as it was, rare and everything. I felt quite bad, almost uncivilised and barbaric. Definitely worse than eating ham straight from the fridge. But I needed something with blood! And no denying that it tasted really good.
Gad. Maybe I have changed more than I realised.
Xiu Juan out
@ |5:52 PM|
All in (half) a day's work
I hate Sundays.
Xiu Juan out
@ |12:25 PM|
Bah!
My goodness. I ate so much that I just want to puke and die.
Was it enough that I had beef noodles, crispy chicken wth tomato rice and pork chop.
Of course not. I simply had to order that 3-colour rice porridge.
Xiu Juan out
@ |7:27 PM|
Heh
Yea. So proud of myself *smug*
Have managed to crawl out of bed at 5am for the past few days to do my school work.
Xiu Juan out
@ |4:22 AM|
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@ |8:26 PM|
I think I miss home
I think I'm being silly but I miss some aspects of home. Like my mom's no-fat cooking so that I don't put on 5 kg even after gorging on snacks. Or being able to walk alone on the streets at night without feeling threatened or scared. Or NOT being shouted at by racist little buggers when I'm opening the security door (Thank god!) to my unit.
I hated them. I really did. I hoped they would grow up to be bigoted bigger buggers who will never break out of the poverty cycle. But 24 hours later, I decided that I shall forgive them. Ignorant buggers.
And - I miss the food most of all.
My roomies and I chatted after dinner yesterday. A discussion which quickly and fatally degenerated into a list of places in Singapore which have the best local fare - prata, seafood, zi char, hokkien mee, chui kwee, sliced-fish beehoon, wantan mee(dry, not the boring soup ones they sell here)....
It was suicide. I comforted myself with a packet of Korean prawn crackers.
Xiu Juan out
@ |2:57 PM|