Upon reaching the Prom, what did we do? Well, we ate again. To charge up our energy before the long climb up Mt. Oberon. I bet at this stage Olivia still did not know the real reason we focused that hard on eating more more MORE!
The weather was gloomy so the beach did not look as good in the picture, but we saw a lot of budding surfers out there and we squeaked. . er, squealed whenever a big wave came crashing into them!
More eating and posing around the beach! After that, we drove back in full concentration due to the very dark roads and the drizzling sky. Stopped by a Vietnamese place for a BIG dinner and left the place wondering where did the theme of this trip go. By the way, the theme was 'Exercise-Day-Trip'.
Before the trip, I went out for dinner with some of my new coursemates for the first time. Not for the first time, but it was the first time we ate together outside of class hours! After wine and cheese (like any other Wednesdays) and meeting with a VIP from Malaysia (inspiration revived!), we went to Sofia Camberwell for a nice dinner. Stuffed myself full. Real full. I bet some vicious few are wondering whether I have 'grown' yet. Here is a picture of me and WanRu after the dinner, bleh.
Have I 'grown' yet!?
Well, I hope not. But, lately my life has been in this state . . .
From what I have just written and this picture of a stoned-Me here, well, I can just say that this is as awake as I can get.
With the few elegant roses and two very serious looking chefs in our kitchen, it is easy to mistake this area as a kitchen of a real restaurant. But that is actually Fern there cutting up something and WenJi's Mum there frying something. No matter how sophisticated this scene looked, it is actually our Clear-Out-The-Fridge / Chuck-Out-All-Expired-Stuffs / Gobble-Up-All-Things-Half-Dead-But-Not-Dead-Yet Project. WenJi's Mum just went back to Malaysia today but will be coming back in October and Fern's Mum is coming in May. My Mum? Driving around aimlessly everyday, lounging around the house growing fat and talking endlessly on the phone with me. Sigh, unemployed-people these days. Hoho, my Mum doesn't read my blog! Neh-neh.
Seems like a lot of my friends' parents will be coming down lately. Kinda excited to meet them! Not that it is my business, but it kinda makes me miss my parents. . . but not the Sis.
Can you tell what this is? Sure looks like a well-cooked and sense-tingling steak rite?
Well, you are so wrong!!
It is actually the burnt-surface of this 'cake' which was forcefully discarded! Like removing the shells of a hard boiled egg. . . get it?
Initially I was supposed to be the inventor for this cake, having discovered the recipe and engineered it together with the help of an assistant *ahem*. However, I hereby assign this invention called 'The Banana Chocolate Cake' to Mr Raymond Tan so that he can earn royalties and other monetary values by licensing out this technology or selling it to others. I dun wanna be given too much credit for this 'cake' / invention.
Sigh, things I do for people I care about. Noble!
Proof that life is always beautiful?
Failure of reviving the 4 flowers we planted in the backyard was greeted with the miraculous-blooming of flowers of some bush we never took care of in the frontyard!
This is one of the fallen-trees that blocked my path. You must be thinking, "Wah, such a small branch. . . ", but you will regret this. . .
This whole giant was uprooted. Literally uprooted.
But almost everyone thought that I was being over-dramatic and exaggerative about this wind-thing (130 km/hr, FYI!) for when I told my Dad who ngam-ngam called me at that time. . .
Me: Wah, today the wind was sooooo strong I almost got blown away!
Dad: Really? It is raining here as well.
Sweat. It is different, my Dad!
So wat ensued were days filled with muffins, chocolate bars, lasagne and a very heavy dinner on most nights. Last night was particularly crazy as we had a mini house-warming party which was super nice with a lot of nice people~ to which I will elaborate next time! (PS: We had Rummy, Mahjong, Poker, wine, and so on!). I ate so much, that it is not even a matter of being proud of it or not! I actuallly felt sick and bloated until this very morning!
Suddenly images like these came to my mind. . .
(My cute-Lowena and Mum - giving a visual demonstration of the word 'gluttony')
Do I wanna become like these eating-monsters? Is that what you want? To be like Lowena? (Happy 25th birthday by the way, ha ha Miss I'm-So-Happy-Cos-I-Am-Still-18-Years-Old. Is this present enough for u?)
No. For I have a mission.