Moar food stories

Soooo...

I got my pasta today!

My mother was initially all "NO we make pasta on Sunday when she leaves"

And I was all "BUT I WANT PASTA TODAY"

And she was all "NO I MAKE FOR YOU NICE PASTA ON SUNDAY"

And I was all "I DON'T CARE MAKE NOT-NICE PASTA FOR ME TODAY"

And then she stared at me for like 30 seconds.

And then told me to go get the pasta.

Ended up making it myself,

but woooooooooooo! Pastaaaaaa!

Happy camper atm.

My brother's friend was supposed to come over for dinner,

but apparently something came up, so that's not happening.

Shame.

I was in the mood to entertain guests.

(no, really)

So after my wonderful pasta lunch,

I was all LETS MAKE ICE CREAM.

Cause I read a wonderful recipe yesterday and wanted to try it out,

and my mother was all NO.

And I was all BUT I WANT ICE CREAM.

And she's still all NO.

And I'm like BUTTTTT.

And then shes like argh. ok.

:O

But then it turned out we don't have ice-cream molds or paper cups or those little popsicle sticks, so we can't make ice cream.

Okay I wanted to make popsicles but I call them ice creams too so. yes.

Ice cream.

And then we considered using ice-cube trays to make them in but that would be ridiculous, so we scrapped that.
If I can convince my dad to go buy me paper cups (my dad's a darling, he probably would do it...plus I'm too lazy to drive myself anywhere) then we'll make ice cream todayyy.

My mother's trying to convince my dad to go buy ice cream instead so I don't have to make it,

BUT THATS NO FUN.

PSH.

And then, a little while after the ice cream idea got scrapped,

my mother was all LET'S BAKE A CAKE.

And I was all OK.

...and then we realised we didn't have any flour.

We have every other ingredient.

But no flour.

gaaaaaaaaaah.

Then I drank a bit of the coffee liquer that I brought back from Ireland.

Bailey's :D

Was going to put it in the cake (before we realised we had no flour), and so my mother needed me to do a "taste test".

I've been wanting to drink it since I bought it ok but no one would let me open it, so I was only too happy to oblige today.

Damnnn.

Sedap.

The alcohol is overpowering (still don't like the taste of alcohol) but it's really sweet otherwise. I like. ;)

Right.

So after that failed plan,

I was all LETS MAKE CHOCOLATE TRUFFLES.

But my mother was all NO.

Then she went to sleep.

Okay. :(

I still want to make ice cream.

p.s. Most of the conversation above is in capitals because I was really hyper today. Still am.

~vid~

Midnight food cravings

Actually its 2am, but whatever.

Back to my Ali Zafar playlist after 2 hours of listening to the randomest songs I didn't know I even had in my laptop.

I've decided.

Tomorrow I'm going to make scrambled eggs for breakfast (if I wake up in time for it).

And dammit, I really want to put cheese in the eggs, but we don't have cheese, so I'll have to survive without.

And for lunch, all I want is a good, big, steaming bowl of pasta.

I fucking love pasta ok.

It sucks that ever since my brother got married we don't eat pasta as often because the sister-in-law doesn't like pasta.

How can you not like pasta?

How on earth did he ever get married to someone who doesn't like pasta?

aaaaaaargh.

I don't care.

I want pasta tomorrow.

I don't care if we don't have pasta at home and have to eat out.

I DEMAND PASTA.

Also, I've come to the conclusion that I'm alot less sane at 2 in the am than I am at any other time of the day.

And the game is startingggggg ok byeeeee.

Pray its a good game or I'll fall asleep here on my laptop.

roar.

OH AND FABIO IS PLAYING TODAY! YAAAAAY.
I missed u bb. :*

~vid~

Another random post

How can I be so sleepy when it's only 12.05am?

:O

Put my iTunes on shuffle earlier because I've been listening to entirely too many Ali Zafar songs,

and as a result,

this post is being written to the absolute epic melody that is the Imperial March.

(a.k.a Darth Vader's super cool theme music in Star Wars)

Earlier tonight,

my mother asked me if I wanted to follow the sister-in-law on her trip to Hong Kong.

Only I'd be going for a just a couple of days (if I wanted to), and she'd stay on for whatever it is her job required her to go to Hong Kong for.

At first I was like huh. seriously?

And then, being me and all, I was all OKAY LETS GO.

And thennn,

my mother decides to explain that the whole idea wasn't really plausible anyway (wtf man wtf)

because she was only leaving on Sunday night to HK,

and she would spend the weekdays working,

and she'd only be free next weekend, and it wouldn't be possible for me to go that weekend because I had to return to Seremban the Monday after.

Then why, mother, WHY would you ask me if I wanted to go!?

Its the equivalent of dangling candy in front of a baby, and when he reaches out for it, you snatch it away and snicker evilly in a corner.

-_-

Still peeved.

Today's yoga lesson was a bit better than before.

The instructor decides to tell us, halfway through the lesson, that "these back exercises are going to make your shoulders sore tomorrow and day after tomorrow"

wow.

Could've told me that when I went on Tuesday.
I thought my body was throwing in the towel or something yesterday.

On the bright side, at least now I know I should anticipate feeling like a sore, sorry wreck tomorrow also.

This lady honestly keeps finding new ways to scare me each lesson.

Today she was all "I think your lower back has started degenerating, that's why you find doing these poses so difficult"

:O

:O

:O

SHE COULD HAVE JUST CALLED ME LAZY OR SOMETHING.

DO YOU KNOW HOW SCARY THAT WORD IS?
DEGENERATING?
DO YOU KNOW HOW SCARY IT IS TO HAVE SOMEONE TELL YOU THEY THINK YOUR SPINE IS DEGENERATING??

ARGH.

I'M NOT EVEN 22 YET FOR GOODNESS' SAKE.

I swear I'm going to make my kids do yoga while they're still in school.

:|

Part of me is wondering if wearing heels could be the leading factor causing my 'weak' back,

but.

sigh.

its not like I'm going to stop wearing heels even if it is.

On another note, my veena finger pick functions excellently well as a makeshift guitar pick.

And my brother has given his permission (not that I needed it) for me to use his guitar whenever.

And my sister-in-law has agreed to go for yoga lessons with Dr Suresh (yay!),

so that's another thing I'm happy about.

My iTunes has currently switched to In Dreams from LOTR.

sigh.

Some movies just have the most wonderful soundtracks. :)

Tempted to download all the LOTR movies again so I can watch them during semester.

Rawrrrr another 1.5 hours before the match against Ajax!
Should I sleep first?
...but what if I don't wake up in time?
Decisions, decisions.

Enrique Iglesias is a sexy beast.

~vid~

The random guitar rant

Gooood morningggg!

...or afternoon

...or evening

depending on where in the world you currently are and/or what time you're reading this.

:D

So.

I've neglected to mention something in the past few posts; I've been wanting to mention it, just kept forgetting..

..we've got new stay-in help!

I'd say a stay-in maid, but maid just seems like such a condescending word.

yeah.

(I've developed an odd obsession with the way certain words look and sound and feel ok don't mind me)

I'm actually really relieved that we've got someone to stay in, because then at least when I'm off at Seremban my mother won't wear herself out trying to keep up with everybody's whims and fancies.

It's ridiculous how she spoils both my brother and sister-in-law.

In which other household does a mother-in-law get up at 6 in the am to make coffee for a daughter-in-law?

(and she works in a bank ok its not like she has to get up and rush to the wards and stand all day or anything)

And we're an Indian household too!

What is this reversal of events!

And, since we're being honest and all, I'm really glad I have much lesser chores to do,

which not only allows me to wake up at 9am everyday (as opposed to 7am),

but also gives me more internet time!

...which explains the sudden influx of blog posts and random tweets and my sudden reappearance on tumblr.

Gosh, I missed that site.

Making the most of it before I have to go back to the hellhole that is Seremban.

Now don't get all offended or anything, you Seremban lot reading this (if you are)

I don't hate Seremban because its Seremban.

I hate it because IMU is in Seremban.

If IMU was in Timbuktu, then I'd hate Timbuktu.

Ok?

ok.

Right.

So.

Finally got around to picking up my brother's guitar today, to attempt to learn how to play it.

I've been wanting to learn to play the guitar since forever;

the last proper attempt I made at learning was in first year when I brought aforesaid guitar to Vista and asked Natasha to teach me.

Needless to say, that plan didn't work very well,

and I didn't touch the guitar again until...well, now.

It's just. I need music ok.

Some form of it.

Or I'd honestly go mad studying for Sem9.

I did go a bit off my rocker in Sem7, and I was craving music.
I don't know how to describe it. If you love music, you'd probably understand.

The need to just get away from everything, to escape and just bury yourself in music.

But blasting a couple of songs doesn't quite cut it.

It's music that you create yourself that really provides the escape.

So yeah.

I mean, its not like I can carry my piano or my veena to Seremban with me.

So...next best option : the guitar!

Because it's portable,

and because I have one lying around my house, and no one's using it.

My brother has had this guitar since his uni days, a.k.a since I was about 9 years old.
And he never plays it.

He doesn't know how.

He knows a couple of random songs,

but he doesn't know the chords/notes for them.

...that's not helpful at all.

It surprised me, really, that he never bothered to learn it properly.

Maybe its just me then.
I don't believe in learning one or two songs when you're trying to learn to play an instrument.

Music is an art.

The least you can do is respect it enough to learn to play an instrument properly.
From the basics.

Learn to read notes. Learn to play all those horribly boring, repetitive scales.

It annoys the hell out of me when people sit down at a piano,

figure out a couple of notes by ear for a song they like,

and then go "oh I can play the piano! I taught myself!"

..bullshit.

Sure, you can 'play by ear'...that just means you've got a better sense of music than most people.

If you haven't sat for hours forcing yourself to perfect the same old arpeggios,

if you haven't sat by your radio and listened obsessively to piano pieces played by professionals so that you can perfect your own playing just that little bit more,

if you haven't pulled your hair out trying to memorize french, italian and german music terms...then no, you haven't learnt how to play the piano.

You may have learnt how to play a song (or a few songs) on the piano,

but you haven't learnt to play the piano.

Learn that difference, please.

If every Tom, Dick and Harry could just sit down and run their fingers over the keyboard and say they can play the piano,

then why did the rest of us spend years and years practising so hard and sitting for all those examinations??

And I absolutely hate it when people just go like "oh? You can play the piano? Teach me!"

Sure.

...if you're willing to sacrifice all those hours to learn it properly.
If you're willing to spend the first few weeks just learning scales and simple songs,

then sure.

I can't teach you shortcuts. I won't.
It would be an insult to my music just to teach you how to play a song without even teaching you something as basic as how to read the notes.

...gah.

ok rant over.

Sorry for that; really random rant.

Right.

So.

My learning the guitar.

I've decided that my friends probably aren't going to teach me scales or chords or whatnot,

so I might as well attempt to learn it on my own.

...online.

hm.

...let's see how that works out then.

Currently learning it from here : http://guitar.about.com/od/guitarlessons/u/lessons.htm

If anyone knows of a better website that I can use to teach myself, do let me know.

Spent the whole morning trying to tune the guitar,

NOT easy...like I mentioned, the guitar has just been lying around the house,

and the first three strings seem rather rusty.

And the sound seems off somehow.

I remember asking my brother to restring it back in 2008 (when I tried learning from Natasha),

...but nope.

So anyway,

I've decided I'll learn as much as I can first, (the sound quality doesn't really matter if you're just trying to learn how to position your fingers and learn the scales)

and then, once I'm better at playing it,
I'll get them to restring it properly for me.

I also need a guitar pick.

Currently managing without it...I'll have to look into getting one somehow.
Considering using my veena finger pick for the time being...let's see how that goes.

I've only gotten as far as the scales (or scale...there only seems to be one) today,

...it still sounds like absolute crap.

I think I'll stick to practising that until I get it right,

and then I'll see about moving on to chords.

My fingers are cramped already.

aaaah.

I think its awfully unfair how whenever my brother wants a new instrument,

my parents automatically get it for him,

but when I want to learn something new, its a straight NO.

NO.

Even the veena, I had to beg and beg,

and when they finally agreed to send me for lessons...I stuck to it for a year, and then medschool happened, and it was impossible to continue with classes.

Plus, I couldn't practise because I couldn't carry my veena up and down to Vista and back.

Honestly.

And then my mother goes on about how I wasted so much money buying it and not practising..

...I mean..I took lessons for a year!
That has to count for something!
Its not like you spent so much money buying it for me, only for me to leave it around the house and never touch it!

...like your son does. ugh.

Seriously.

Its not just this guitar,

they've gotten him a tabla set (which he's never even taken out of the bag) AND a keyboard.

A KEYBOARD.

I ASKED THEM FOR A KEYBOARD SO MANY TIMES BUT NO IT WAS TOO EXPENSIVE.

A KEYBOARD IS PORTABLE.

I CAN TAKE IT TO SEREMBAN WITH ME AND PLAY MY MUSIC THERE.

AAAAH.

But no.

Don't buy it for the kid who actually plays music.

Buy it for the one who's going to leave the instrument abandoned in a dusty corner, why don't you.

...maybe I should steal my brother's keyboard.

Its not like he's using it.

...I'll work on this guitar first though.

No harm in learning a new instrument!

Wish me luck, you guys.

What with the yoga giving my cramps everywhere else, and these scales cramping my fingers,

I'm a sore wreck already.

Plus, if I do learn the guitar properly,

that's one other thing I can cross off my bucket list. :D

~vid~

...well.

Thank you, internet, for making my wishes come true on the same days that I make them.

Presenting...

The punjabi track from London Paris New York :

(this morning I mentioned I couldn't wait to see the video of this song...scroll down, you'll see it)

Actually a bit surprised, to be honest,
I mean it's very bhangra-ish..

I thought it would be like a wedding setting or something...definitely not in a random London bar.

hm.

And the more promos I watch,

the more I'm beginning to think that Ali has a total of 3 outfits for the entire movie.

Also, on a different note altogether,

my body has been aching the whole day.

Even my butt fgs.

-__-

The temple is evidently still protesting about the grueling yoga lesson yesterday.

Roar!

~vid~

Voh Dekhnay Mein

So this probably explains why I like Valentine's Day then :D

(yes I am one of those people who follow zodiac accounts on every social networking site. I like zodiac-y stuff ok)

My sorethroat has apparently been cured for good *touchwood* because I'm finally able to sing along to my favourite songs without my voice breaking in between.

As such,

a good part of my morning has been dedicated to singing along with this!

Voh Dekhnay Mein - London Paris New York

And as if the song by itself wasn't cute enough,

someone made this absolutely adorable video to go along with it :

Totally made my day. :)

Happy Day-After-Valentine's-Day everybody! :)

~vid~

p.s. The more I listen to the Punjabi track from LPNY, the more it amuses me. I can't wait to see how they fit it into the movie.

The Yoga Lesson

Technically, the second yoga lesson,

but whatever.

So my teacher isn't exactly the devilspawnfromhell that I mentioned earlier.
Or however it is that I put it.

Can't be bothered looking through that post to quote myself verbatim.

But, I digress.

(Isn't that such a wonderful sentence though? But, I digress. It seems so incomplete somehow, and yet...it isn't. And its sounds so sophisticated and everything too)

But, I digress. Again. (see what I did there? wink wink. No? ok.)

Anyway, so second yoga lesson.

Still feel like complete shit after it, except this class I didn't blackout or anything.

(almost blacked out the last class)

This lady, my teacher, has been telling me from the last class that my shoulders were too high.

At first I was all like wtf are you talking about what you mean my shoulders are too high?

But.

She's right.

Thanks to years of slouching over my desk while studying/using the laptop, I've developed a sitting posture in which my shoulders are permanently contracted.

I bet some of you have it too.

Try this, right now,

while you're reading this, don't move away or anything or this won't count,

just take a moment and notice how you're sitting.

Aren't your shoulders contracted? Aren't they high up, almost near your ears?

And now you just relaxed them didn't you?

Well, mine usually are contracted that way, even if yours aren't you liar

And the past few days I've been trying to make conscious efforts to sit up straight,

instead of slouching the way I usually do.

I didn't even know I had a slouch!

And we were doing other random poses today, to strengthen the back,

and halfway through this lady goes

"Vidya, your whole back is really weak, you know"

And of course my brain launches into its whole defensive what-you-mean-my-back-is-weak-wtf-are-you-on-about mode,

but after a couple of minutes...I realised she was right.

Again, dammit.

There's alot of poses I can barely do simply because the muscles in my back aren't strong enough to support my weight during the pose.

Funny thing is,

some of the poses I could do back in 2008 with Dr Suresh,

...but then again,

my body was 4 years younger, and a good deal lighter at the time.

:/

I guess this simply means I have to get back into shape,

and do something about strengthening my shoulders and back.

And gosh, there was this one pose I couldn't do at all,

which involved using your arms to support your weight,

The Stick Pose?

My wrists aren't strong enough.

But then again, I always knew my wrists and arms were pretty much gone after I injured them back in Form 4.

Don't remember the injury exactly, I just remember having severe pain and weakness in both hands and having to wear wrist guards for a good few months.

Remember how Ms Ruth asked me if I was trying to make a fashion statement?

(I wasnt. I really needed those wrist guards ok or I would've kept dropping all my books all the time.)

Gaaaah.

What was that quote about the body being a temple again?

“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body,” (1 Cor. 6:19-20).

(I had no idea that was a Christian quote o.O #ignorance)

Right.

So if the body is supposed to be a temple,

then mine,

currently,

is an ancient, crumbling, ruin of a temple.

A RUIN.

Sighhh.

Oh well.

Time for dinner.

The temple needs nutrition too ok.

...although we're having pizza tonight, so that kind of ruins everything.

RUINS IT ALL.

Ruin is such an odd word.

The more I look at it, the more convinced I am that I've spelt it wrong.

Although it would be very difficult to misspell it.

Is the phrase "A Ruin" even grammatically correct?

It is, isn't it?

:|

~vid~

Valentine's Day! ...and other stories.

I've been spending the last few minutes trying to figure out why my neighbour has been uncharacteristically blasting random love songs on the radio all morning.

..

..and then it hits me.

*insert facepalm gif here...wait I have a facepalm gif*

yep.

...It's Valentine's Day!

*throws confetti around ...don't have a gif for that unfortunately*

I'm one of those souls who actually really likes Valentine's Day...

...usually.

I mean, everything is so pink and fluffy and everyone's so lovey-dovey, it makes you want to be all doe-eyed and dreamy and fluffy-wuffy too.

Not this year though, unfortunately.

Nope.

This year I'm quite content to spend Valentine's Day being grumpy and bitter and envious of all you people out there who have significant others to spend Val Day with.

.

.

.

...I kid, I kid.

I'm not actually grumpy.

I'm just not AAAAAHITSVALENTINESDAYLETSBUYCAKEANDCELEBRATE the way I usually am on Valentine's Day each year.

Despite my love for the occasion, it's finally dawned on me that I've never really had a Valentine's Day date in all my 22 years.
I've had impromptu ones, sure...and random 'presents', but I've never actually spent it with someone who took time off their schedule to actually ask me out on a date. For V Day.

..I'm rambling, aren't I?

Yes I am.

Right.

So.

Moving onnnn...

Remember how I was all emo the other day, and went to find Ali Zafar songs to cheer myself up..

..that man has the voice of an angel, I swear (have I mentioned this before?)..

...and I came across the London Paris New York title track!

I do not know how I managed to listen to all the other songs from the movie,

without listening to the title track.

I mean what.

Right, so anyway, I listened to it the other day,

and I LOVE IT.

I LOVE IT.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

I've been silly dancing around my room to it ever since.

And when I say silly dancing I don't mean like the cute kind of silly dancing people do in the movies (I can't move along to a rhythm to save my life)

I mean like silly silly dancing.

Like

yep.

His hair is ridiculous (but I still love it so),

and their dance moves amuse me so much for some reason.

Love the lyrics though.
And his voice, as always, is just...sigh bb y u so talented :/

Officially my new pick-me-up song.
And if someone ever sang this to me to cheer me up, I'd marry them on the spot.
I kid you not.

Honestly can't wait for the movie to be out (eventhough I don't really have any high expectations for it)
March 2nd, apparently.
Let's hope they show it in a cinema here. *fingers crossed*

Let's also hope I manage to find some kind soul who'd come along with me to watch this if they show it in a cinema here.

It'd be decidedly sad to go alone for a movie like this.

Very sad indeed.

I've got another yoga class later this evening.
Not looking forward to it AT ALL.

I'm not terribly fond of this yoga teacher (IHATEYOUYOUEVILDEVILSPAWNFROMHELL) to be honest.
I mean, I did call her up in December to tell her I wanted to take a one-month yoga class.

And she was all "yeah sure no problem just come whenever"
And I really did want to continue after this one month ended,
...it's not my fault she doesn't have classes on Friday nights or weekends!
And I can't keep coming back from Seremban midweek for some lousy yoga class ok.

So she's not happy about the fact that I'm going only for barely a month,

and she's not being too nice to me about it either.

But oh whattheheck.

It's another 7 classes and I'm done with it for electives.

Seriously considering going back to Dr Suresh for yoga classes on weekends though.
Used to go in 2008, but stopped because my friends stopped,

and because I was too lazy.

Might've actually continued going if he wasn't so far away in PJ though.

...or not. Because I would still have been too lazy.

-_-

But no, this time I'm dragging my brother and my sister-in-law along, and we are starting yoga again.

yes.

ok.

I actually wanted to blog about this new book I was reading the other day, which I've completely fallen in love with.

...but I kinda want that to have a whole post by itself instead of just being part of this obligatory (not really, I just wanted to blog) Valentine's day post,

so I'll probably write about that either tonight or tomorrow.

yesh.

There was honestly something else I wanted to blog about,

something was playing on my mind while I was eating lunch earlier, but I seem to have forgotte...oh yes!

I remember now!

I've developed this sudden urge to cook.

I mean, okay, during Diwali last year I discovered that contrary to popular belief (read : contrary to my own low opinion of my culinary abilities), I could, in fact, bake.
Well.

I mean I can follow a recipe to a tee and come up with some pretty good results,

but saying I can bake just somehow sounds more..accomplished, somehow.

Yes, so anyway.

I can bake,

and this recent trip to Ireland made me realise that I can, in fact, make biryani.

From scratch.

We made biryani one night in Ireland, for dinner,

(did I blog about this? I must have, I was so proud of how it turned out! ..the biryani I mean)

And it was yummy. :D

Not at all bad, for a first attempt at cooking anything from scratch :D

Which of course, brings me to the conclusion,

that I can, in fact, cook.

...and now I keep wanting to cook.

I don't know why.

I'm craving muffins.

And random potato dishes.

And.

argh.

I think I'm channeling the spirit of some food-loving ghost or something.

See, this wouldn't be a bad thing if I wasn't trying to lose weight currently.

..Not that I'm trying.

I'm pretty much just sitting around and wishing myself thin (which doesn't help at all, no matter what Law of Attraction theory you want to preach).

And I'm using my sorethroat *cough cough* as an excuse (to myself) to avoid starting running again.

I don't know why I lie to myself so much.

It's a shame.

Oh but yes,

(I tend to go all over the place when I'm blogging, don't I? Shows how much of a mess my mind is in...I should take up meditation or something)

this sudden need to cook would not at all fit in with my plans of somehow miraculously growing thin over the next two weeks...

...so I'm faced with a dilemma.

I want to cook.

But I don't want to eat.

But I'm not one of those people who can't eat what I cook.

I can eat what I cook/bake...eat alot of it, at that, too.

So if I cook, then I will eat.

Alot.

And that won't make me thinner.

(not that sitting around blogging about growing thinner is going to make me any thinner either, but whatever)

So I can't cook.

But I want to.

See the problem?

Oh btw,

this is a picture of the biryani I made. :D

And Sanjana's chicken sambal.

And the makeshift raita we made using lemon-flavoured yoghurt (seriously don't ever use flavoured-yoghurt for raita, it's awful)

Doesn't it look pretty?

*ahem*

And.

aaaaaah okay so I can't think of anything else I wanted to say.

ok.

end of blog post.

I will tryyy to regain some semblance of quality and write a proper blog post the next time.

Key word : try.

ok.

~vid~

Moar rants

So its only been 4 days since my last blog post,

but it feels like its been forever,

and so this is an obligatory blog post for whoever is worried about not having heard from me in the past 4 days or so.

(at least I'm pretending there are people who are worried ok so shut up and let me pretend)

I've been sick.

I'm diagnosing it as laryngitis.

Which sucks, because in addition to feeling like complete shit,
I've also lost my voice and developed a nocturnal wheeze which requires me to use my inhaler.

I don't like using my inhaler.

And I sure as hell don't like losing my voice.

I'm feeling much better today though.

Past 3 days were hell.

I pretty much spent all my days waking up late, curling up for the most part of the day with my storybook, dozing off in between because I've been taking so many meds, and yeah.

Thats it.

Add to that all the negative emotions that comes with being sick,

and there you have it.

Grumpy, wheezy Vidya.

Most of the negativity has been directed at my family though,

who seem to have newly developed the idea that future doctors shouldn't be treated with TLC when they're sick.

Oh no, all that is only reserved for the poor, pathetic, non-doctor members of the family.

I mean, why on earth would a sick medical student need any loving attention right?

Let's just ignore the fact she's sick, so she'll snap out of it and get better faster right?

God, I hate my family.

I seemed to like them alot more when I was 12393924385 miles away in Ireland.

Then again, in Ireland I seemed to like everybody else alot more too.

I'm just wallowing in self-pity here. Don't mind me.

I've also been steadfastly avoiding checking my emails (sorry Michelle!) because I don't want to see emails from IMU,

and I don't want to talk to anybody from IMU,

and ...I'm just running away here, really, can you tell?

Everytime I think about going back,

I think...Sem 9.

EOS 9.

Finals.

Shit.

4 years hasn't made my loathing of medicine any less.

The minor postings were fun though.
But to think of going back to the major ones... Surgery, Internal Med, Paeds.

Just shoot me now and enddddd this misery.

I know I should get around to writing my reports,

and getting stuff in order for Seremban,

and you know, just generally getting off my sorry, sick butt and doing something actually productive before I end up in Seremban regretting throwing my last two weeks of hols away just like that.

But tonight,

I'm inclined to just wallow.

If only this wretched sickness would go away!

I think I should go listen to some Ali Zafar now.

I haven't heard his voice in 4 days.

Maybe I need a pick-me-up.

yep.

If all else fails, rely on your non-existent celebrity boyfriend to make you feel better with his angel voice!

I am such a sad person its not even funny.

roar!
cough.

wheeze.

Okay goodnight.

~vid~