Jay says:

      so, what's that you're eating now?

cpy says:

      garlic.

Jay says:

      oh. garlic what?

cpy says:

      just garlic la. I munch on a clove every now and then. it's good for the immune
      system and as a wake-me-up.

Jay says:

      fml that i had to ask my eyes are watering already

Jay says:

      and thats not the same as a watering mouth dont try and be smart

Jay says:

      Bloody health nut. i know i shouldnt ask anymore but whats that youre drinking?

cpy says:

      ...some herbal detox tea from E-excel.

...to be continued. Fer sure, yo.

I've been vegetarian for the past half-year or more and lovin' it (I think that's trademarked by McD's but who cares they'll never find this).

...but You already know that. Well, almost all of you.

But what I bet most of you don't know is that due to some thyroid hormone imbalances I've been put on a strict diet which isn't that strict since I'm vegetarian anyway and don't eat most of the stuff that I'm supposed to be avoiding.

So in a nutshell, that leaves eggs, dairy and white vegetable (don't ask!) that I have to be careful about.

Which isn't all that difficult because, sans eating out, my meals are made up of combinations of various lettuces, spinach, flourless bread, flaxseed, black sesame seeds, honey, oat bran, soy milk, wheat grass and an assortment of nuts, seeds and fruits.

That's it. That's the whole lot there.

I bet I can take it one step further and go vegan. I think I would like that.

...but then noone would want to go out with me anymore.

I am!

And I have no bloody idea why.

Oh, wait. I do.

I texted my bro with a '...keep me posted. Via twitter! WAKAKKAKA!!!'

Maybe I should have omitted the 'wakakkaka'. The Twitter reference was meant to be a figure of speech, because everyone's on Twitter. Well, everyone who's someone.

So it turns out that he's on twitter, too, because apparently he's someone who's someone. It's different with the italics.

Anyway, he got me to get a Twitter account, too, so that I can, uh, tweet. So just signed up for it a moment ago.

...what am I supposed to do now?

...so I put on some Patsy Cline.

Sorry, Peter Noone, I promise you'll get your iTunes-time tonight. (I'll Never Dance Again is beautiful nighttime music)

I don't know what to blog about again, so I'll talk about the sun.

The sun is beautiful today because there are no clouds in its way, and the sun is in my eye.

The sun is in the bloody eye that's recovering from a teeny-weeny surgery procedure and that the doc said to try to keep the sun out of.

...but that's partially my fault. There's a gap between the wall and my curtains, and the curtains don't really help much anyway. As I told Fel, me and my stupid 'oOoo... i LOVE these curtains! theyre so sheer and... zen-like!'

But that's okay, because I love the sun (but not as much as the mooon! We like da mooOOOON!!!)

*ahem*

Post begun with: Angel (The Great E)
and completed with: A Dear John Letter (Skeeter Davis and Bobby Bare)

It was supposed to be "Coffee at Poh's", but since Jo wanted to move her whole kitchen over, we decided it was easier for me to go over instead.

Besides, "Coffee at Jo's" has a nicer, sitcom-like ring to it.

So, while the coffee was left to steep, Jo showed off her pancake-flipping skills.

...and here she is trying to catch one that somehow managed to stick itself onto the ceiling.

Nah, that's not true. In fact, she's pretty damn good at it but I reckon I would get higher ratings if I wrote about pancakes getting stuck against the ceiling.

So there was Nanyang coffee (oh, yeah!), pancakes and poached eggs, but the picture-taking stopped when the food was ready. Why does this always happen?

Finally entered this quaint bookshop that I've been meaning to enter since early this year... it's a goldmine! Hans Christian, Dickens... vintage, yo!

I mean new to Blogdrive, not new new. Y'know what I mean.

Yeah, so we can now make... Categories!

Nothing revolutionary, but something new to occupy myself with anyway.

Lessee, lessee... I can have one called "Misc", and...."Misc".....?

Uhh.... help? Someone? Anyone?

*Edit*

Whatthebloodyhell?! Why doesn't my category appear?!

Help? Someone?

But I'm not seventeen, so it's not Armageddon.

Still, it deserves a post simply because it's not something that happens often to me... and also simply because I've got nothing else to blog about.

You see, my nails almost never get chipped because I bite them all the time so I never have enough of them for that to happen.

They look something like this on a regular basis. You can tell straight away that I chipped the middle one.

Nevermind the lecture notes. I took this in reply to the 100th 'so, whatcha up to now?'

I strongly advocate nail-biting because it's practical and economical. No need for french manicures and worrying about ruining them, no need for nail clippers. I don't own a nail clipper.

Just don't ask about my toenails.

Quiet as I am in conversation, I am fantastic at monologues which can sometimes be mildly entertaining (ie; I love cracking jokes and talking to myself).

Hence, Jason thinks that I would make a pretty good talk show host. Something like Ellen DeGeneres.

I'm flattered but, no. I don't think it works that way.

Hmm........Talk show host? Me? *grins*

Probably the most interesting thing to happen in Adelaide every year save for Friday night bar fights.

Since it was so interesting, I made it a point to bring my camera along and took lots of pictures that didn't quite turn out.

I took a couple of pictures from the bus, because there was something about the view that sort of pulled at the heartstrings. You know the feeling.

 
The one on the right is a picture of every car in Adelaide.

This one didn't quite turn out, but it says 'Welcome to the Royal Adelaide Show - Ticket Sales & Entry'. Just to prove that I didn't get lost.

So I went in and... ooOoohh... lOoK! PONY RIDES!!!

And what fair would be without a haunted house? This one may appeal to Fel.

Flashback: remember the spinning teacups? I used to get nauseous on these things and swore then never to attempt roller coasters.

'Where to go? Where to go? Damn, I think everyone in Adelaide's here!'

This is a bloody tall ride... BLOODY tall.

Dalmatians! I didn't stay for the show, though. Lots more to explore.

But I'll bet we all agree that some of these fellas have a better life than we do.

Follow the Yellow Brick Road! XD

Damn. Can I go back now?

Food and wine! My favourites! Bought a jar of chilli-garlic spread which Taulee pinpointed as version similar to the chicken rice chilli.

Something for the dudes:

Then, it started getting a bit too cold so I went for a beer. Good-bye, detox.

This dude took ten minutes and two colleagues to believe my ID. After all that, I'll be damned if I didn't go for the larger sized pint.

But it was good (undoubtedly).

Some more photos:

Clockwise from top left: Some stand-up thing; first cubicle on the left; milking cows; storytelling session. 

There there were showbags up for grabs:

By the time I was done with the indoor stuff, it was dark out.

...still with plenty of people, but ah well.

Time to win me some prizes, so I wasn't about to let the crowd daunt me.

Always start with the most barbaric games and work your way up to ones that require a little more precision.

Fyi, it was at this stall that I realised that there are people who take worse pictures than I do.

Anyway, I got a hideous dinosaur from this one so I gave it away to some poor kid who happened to be walking past.

Then I tried my hand at some basketball.

...for which I didn't win anything but the dude gave me a token plush anyway:

I think it's because nobody wanted it coz it gave their kids nightmares.

Games aside, I saw the booth after my own heart!

Soda bar, posters of buddy Holly and Frankie Valli, Ritchie Valens on the jukebox. 'I'm in love!'

Oh, yes. And the boppin' waitress too.

Then the fireworks began, but I was too preoccupied with my pizza.

'Detox? What detox?'

I had a fantastic time. Tiring, but it was fantastic.

Oh, make that indescribably euphoric.

Post begun with: Voice in the Wilderness (Cliff Richard)
and completed with: I Still Miss Someone (Don Everly & Nanci Griffith)

But I think it will be a refreshing change from my usual self-indulgent posts, right?

No?

But if you've read 'til here, you are subconciously agreeing with me.

Either that, or you are simply bored out of your skull. I would like to think the former.

So, the bearer of interesting questions shot another one at me today; 'what are you really like?'

Well, gee, I don't know.

While I'm not too bad at introspection, I'm terrible at self-psychoanalysis (and the thought of it being a Freudian theory is a little disturbing somehow) so all this while people told me what I was like.

Now, I don't know if I am the way I am just because that was what people told me. I would like to think not, because not many people actually get me in the first place. And I would like to retain my sense of individuality, thank you.

If you're really interested, you can get to know me in phases.

As an acquaintance, you would think that I am the most consistently indifferent person in the room, and also the most quiet.

Get to know me a little longer, you would realise that I do have my quirks and pet peeves. Example: I do not like following plans but I would also like to have things planned out or I'll get peevish. That's a good example that incorporates both points.

Give it a little more time, and you would find out that I am perpetually irritated. That's sort of my baseline emotion when there are people around. Not that I hate everyone, please don't avoid me.

After some more time, you will also realise that I have a silently explosive temper. I probably won't beat you up, but I'll curse you to the deepest depths of hell and back just so I can curse you again. But you'll probably realise this early if you've seen me drive.

I also have a short attention span and extreme impatience even with myself so I think I'll stop here. Great. I've successfully irritated myself again.

All in all, get to know me for five years to discover all of that. Alternatively, read five of my blog posts.

Post begun with: What Becomes of the Broken-Hearted (Paul Young)

and completed with: Sweet Little Corrina (Phil Everly/Vince Gill)