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)

If you bothered to remember, I promised to post up the rest of the pictures after my tests so here they are:

This is a blender, or more accurately, part of it. I bought it so that I could have fruit blendies (they sound so much more appealing this way) for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and homemade hummous for tea. I took its picture before deciding to return it for fear of fueling current allegations that I'm a health nut. It's stigmatizing.

No, not really.

The damned thing was prone to leaks, and (duh) created quite a mess everytime I used it. I thought that maybe I just didn't screw it on tight enough. After a week, it was obvious that that wasn't the problem so I thought I would bring it back to the shop for a more professional opinion.

The guy opened it up, looked it over, and said; 'maybe you just didn't screw it on tight enough'

...thanks.

convinced that it wasn't an issue of my incompetence, I got a replacement that leaked too so I returned it quoting the manufacturer's incompetence so now i'm without a blender again.

More pictures ahead, so sit back and have a fruit blendie.

Granted, I can't quite live without my coffee so here are a few shots from the coffee junkie:

Latte from The Coffee Club, Harbour Town aka Bargains Haven (attn: Xue). One of the better lattes I've had, and also one of the longest-lasting. I was chilling while SangLeng and Caryn shopped.

This one's from the O'Connell Bakery. Average, but extra points for the cool design. More on the O'Connell Bakery soon. Not now, because I'm in a coffee state of mind.

Another shot of the latte with Shan in the background, apparently enthralled by the pie. Don't blame her, it was butter chicken.

Hudsons. Pretty alright, and goes well with the multigrain roll beside it (what wouldn't?). They call these 'rolls' and not 'buns', although they look like buns in every way, for reasons unknown to me. Maybe it's just an Asian thing.

Gloria Jean's is my staple because the coffee packs enough punch and the one I go to is quiet enough for some reading. My finger somehow got in the way of this shot and I don't have any other.

I have definitely had coffee in plenty other places, but it never really occured to me to take pictures. Ah well, it's not too late to start.

Fyi, I've got plenty more pics from my camera (yes, a proper camera) so if it's not gonna eat into your bandwidth or whatever you call it (technology idiot), i'll put them up someday. Have I put up anything from the Victor Harbour/Goolwa trip?

It's a bitch for them to pronounce it, and an even bigger bitch for you to get them to at least get the general enunciation.

That's why we have Ah Kows and Ah Qians (heck, even I couldn't pronounce the latter right the first time!) who decide to become Michaels and Apples. Yes, people do decide to call themselves 'Apple'. No offence to all the Apples out there, though.

Anyway, the idea of naming myself after a fruit really isn't very appealing so I'm sticking to my original name (note that I do realise that I don't have to name myself after a fruit but just to emphasize the point, y'know?). It's not the most difficult to pronounce, anyway, and only an idiot would not know how to pronounce 'Poh'.

I got on fine with 'Poh' until I encountered one of the idiots born every minute who decided that he would be taking my order at the cafe today.

I didn't have to repeat my name at the counter, so I happily (okay, more like a neutrality. I don't really get ecstatic everytime someone gets my name right) got a seat while waiting for my latte when he called 'small latte for Paula!'

Well, my order but not me. I went back to my book and he came over with my drink:

"Paula? Here's your latte. Enjoy your drink!"

slit my wrist?

No, actually, it's 'blog' but good one nevertheless.

I crack myself up with my intelligence sometimes.

Le's have a look at some pictures, shall we? I finally got around to uploading the ones from my phone, not that there were terribly many, but there were some pretty nice ones.

By 'nice', I mean that my hands weren't shaking too much when I took them.

Example: I had a burger for dinner, but Ihis is a picture of the one I had last week because I forgot to take one earlier. But Caryn did, so I'll probably get it from her sometime... after we graduate.

See? Lighting sucks, angle... what angle? And I see a shadow of three of my fingers. At least I hope they're my fingers. But it's not too bad because at least you can tell the plate from the table. I have a long way to go if I ever want to be a Felicianist.

Anyway, I went jogging just the other day, and you know what?

I think spring is almost here!

Look at the tranquility! I never saw them during the winter... smart buggers. Don't ask me what I was doing jogging in winter, I don't know either.

Here's a glimspe of me taking advantage of winter-spring:

Yes, I was studying at the beach and my life has been a steady decline since three years back.

BUT, nevermind. I had my Hoegaarden!

Just, uhm... was that yesterday? Yeah, it was. Belated birthday dinner for Veron. The beer was good, but I've had it before at Jaya 1 last year. Ah, well. Plenty of time to try the new stuff. I'm just surprised that I could tell.

Anyway, I'll save the older pictures for another time, maybe tomorrow. I feel the anxiety coming up again so I'll just indulge in a little more guilt-free chatting.

Wish me luck!

Looks like I'm not moving out after all. Saw the place and figured that they were giving me a raw deal so, yeah, I'm stuck here til the end of the year.

Ah, well. can't say I didn't try.

Anyone up for jogging this Friday? They're predicting showers. XD

You blog. That's what you do.

Then you slit your wrists.

Make sure you blog before you slit your wrists. You may have a brother who will want to sell your laptop since you're not around to use it anymore and he can't when you've gotten blood in between the keys because then noone would want to buy it.

Back to the post: I was reminded of a strange, pretty much once-in-a-lifetime incident that earned me one of the closest friends I now have. Definitely not something that happens often, at least.

This stemmed from someone noticing a 'new addition' to the photos of me and a group of friends who have otherwise not changed since, like, forever.

Ignoring the implication that we are somewhat like Sailormoon collectibles, Xue aka Kawan gets the honour of a feature here.

Well, I told him, we went to the same school, so that's the base set out although I only knew her as Huiling's classmate and Sherry's friend, so she became 'The Idiot's friend' and I don't remember ever saying 'hi'.

You could say we met in college. Granted, I'm not the most sociable person around so, apparently, I ignored her the first day (according to several sources) and god-knows what she complained to The Idiot about and I got calls that very night from her, Fel and... Jialin? Huiling? Ah, well... I know there were three calls anyway. Maybe the last one was from Xue asking what time class was the next day.

So I had to say 'hi' the following day.

And we got along surprisingly well, and had some pretty similar interests.

...and looking at this picture, I really do believe that that 'birds of a feather...' saying holds true.

And some of the old people from HELP *cough* still remember us. I suspect that it's from our hard-to-ignore presence (refer to above picture) and also our vast difference in height.

Anyway, strangely enough, the friendship remained even though I didn't at HELP. Very strange, because, well, not sociable, and Kawan isn't quite the type who would be bothered since we haven't known each other for that long anyway. But I guess the call of the vodka was too strong so we kept in touch.

See? similar interests.

Ah... Huiling, huiling! We're all at different ends of the globe! How're we to toast to nonsensicals now?!

Anyway, yeah, that was my answer and I thought it was too interesting a story to not keep for the records somewhere since, well, great friends don't come easy at this age point in life, but not when you've got a bunch of other great friends who choose to ignore the 'but that's the way I am' factor and held a gun to my head until I proved to be acceptable company.

Kawan, I still remember that incident! How to forget!

And, Fel! Maggi Goreng! Damn you!

All of a sudden, I find myself regretting not getting any pictures of my journey back to Adelaide!

As I've mentioned, it was very interesting. I kiamsiaply booked three tickets to get me to ADL so that meant:

1) KUL - Singapore via Airasia
2) Singapore - Perth via Tiger Airways aka Bas Mini
3) Perth - ADL also via Bas Mini

... with five hours in between each flight. And because they weren't transit tickets, I was hanging around and lugging my luggage (hey, nice ring!) all over the airports trying not to get lost before arriving at the ADL at 6am the following morning, and had breakfast there.

*kicks self in the ass*

I should have taken pictures!!!

I don't know if I'll ever travel that way again... damn!

Maybe I will... I can do that for my return trip at the end of the year.

Anyone want to buy a direct flight back to Malaysia by MAS? =D

Pardone the horribly original title, but hey at least it lives up to the blog's namesake.

Did I just type "pardone"? Must have been the French in me, or because I was just reading about crepes. Oh great, I'm getting lame, too.

Anyway, it's 8am and hence a wee bit too early to function but I'm up because I had jogging in mind but they predicted morning showers and the sky's been gloomy since I got up. Doesn't make me any less cranky, and If it doesn't rain, there's going to be hell to pay.

Yeah, so again, anyway, back to coffee. I love coffee. I love kopi-C kosong, but it's not quite the same when you're using Moccona instead of Cap Tupai. And you know what's better than kopi-C kosong?

It's dipping your crackers/toast/whatevershit into you kopi-C kosong. Something tells me I've blogged about this before but I'm bored so just humour me. Jacob's crackers are the best sort of crackers for dipping, but the best substitute I can find here are the SAO crackers. They're good, but don't quite soak up the coffee well enough.

Ah well... I'll go see if I can pester Taulee to bring a tin back. Also a good way to find out if he reads this blog. He does if he comes back and swings the tin at my head.

The Moccona's running low, and the tin of Aik Cheong's just resonating with  temptation... cant wait! I can make real kopi-C kosong then and dip my bread into it and... orchestra please!

'It's too early for dinner? How about a drink?'

'Sounds good. What do you have in mind?'

'Uhm... well, there are a few nice bars for beer, wine or your whisky, since the weather's cold...'

'I think I'm in the mood for a nice hot coffee'

'..................... Damn you're getting OLD!!! XD'

Damn!

1001 reasons that prove that I'm getting old 1/1001

I'm moving out on my own for this semester and I think I will bloody well have to resort to eating the stones off the road to, hopefully, compensate for my soon-to-be abominably high expenditure.

Looks like a nice place, at least... The problem is that they don't supply pots and shit and it's brainless to buy all these things when I'm just gonna be there for three months and after then I will have to figure out where to put all this junk.

So, hear my plea: Anyone with plates and cutlery to spare? I don't need much, just three sets at the most for when my parents come to visit (or at least they promised to)

Headaches aside, it should be a great experience and I can now dance circles around the hall in my underwear.

Not that I have ever wanted to. Just a figure of speech. Do not attempt to imagine.