We need condiments in our lifes. Food is just too boring without it, regardless of what you're eating. It may be the tastiest thing in the whole world, but a little extra flavour wouldn't hurt. So let's generalise, stereotype and racially vilify for a bit.
Asian people use the soy sauce. I personally don't get it, but soy sauce is added to anything. Vietnamese use a lot of fish sauce as well, the smelly one. My favourite is the Hoi Sin though. Got to love it. It's wonderfully strong flavoured, it's salty and sweetish at the same time. And it goes with rice paper rolls, the most brilliant invention ever.
The white people have salt. Salt may seem boring, but apparently different kinds have different tastes. And it's added to everything. The Americans also use salt, just a lot more of it. Personally, I'm not a big fan of just using salt. Sure it adds a bit of flavour, but it's so one-dimensional. And it's very hard to know if you've used too much, well I struggle.
Curries have... curry. I know that may be horribly incorrect, but I'd like to believe whenever they're eating something bland, they reach into their magic basket, avoid the cobra, and take out the curry.
The mediterranean people eat garlic. And a lot of it. It's not exactly a bad thing, I quite like their food. I keep on walking past one of those kebab caravan type shops (i.e. a kebab shop that gets towed around) and am always very tempted to buy their food, but I'm too cheap.
I'm not quite sure what Africans use. They just pull out random spices like paprika, tumeric, cardimon or cloves. Sounds like fun though.
The Arabs add sand. They have so much of it, why let it go to waste.
And what about us Australians? I'm tempted to say baked beans but they're really a meal in itself, so it doesn't quite work out. I add tomato sauce to anything I find boring. I love the stuff. My current fad is waking up in the middle of the night, getting a piece of bread, smearing tomato sauce on it and slapping on a slice of cheese. May not be a delicacy but pushes away the hunger. There's not much tomato sauce doesn't go with. Except for tomatoes. That's always been a bit of an oddity.
Anyway. Tomorrow will be a post actually worth reading, perhaps.
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Seeing as I'm not writing my bio essay, I figure I should be writing something. So I'll tell you about my wonderful trip down under.
My mum, her friends and I went on a trip to Mount Gambier. It was with a senior citizen group, so I was surrounded by Chinese speaking old people. Hooray for me. We left early on a Friday morning in a relatively small bus. I had no leg room. It was uncomfortable. Amazingly uncomfortable. But I fought through it, because I'm a shindigger (I think that's the word).
It was over a week ago so the details are a wee bit hazy. We made a number of stops along the way to Gambers. We stopped at Lorne, 12 Apostles, somewhere else. So after a solid nine hours on the road, we hit Gambit. The most disappointing thing about Mount Gambier was... that it wasn't actually a mountain. When we were approaching it, I was looking for a big pile of earth. Before I knew it, we pulled into the motel.
The rest of the trip was a blur. We took photos, saw supposed tourist sites that didn't resemble anything interesting, sat on the bus. Overall it was 3 days to forget. The best thing on the final day was slowly getting closer to home. I don't think I'd ever been, or ever will be, to see Geelong. For a solid hour, I was just singing the Geelong song in my head.
There are photos. But you won't see them. Instead, I'll show you just the one photo. It's not of me, but it's one to keep. Now people know I'm not the kind of person to keep embarrassing photos of others just so I can unfurl them at later times for no reason at all. So I need to work extra hard to break that, or else people will never take my threats seriously.
Mmm... gay love
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awwww baaaAAAAAAaaaannnnh! no need!
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Is it wrong to hate the really fat guy in my chem lab? I mean, he's really fat. Biggest Loser contestant fat. But that's not what bothers me, actually it is a little. He's one of those smart kids that makes sure everyone knows they're smart. And he's got an annoying, American accent. And he's got my name. He's also really fat. It's ok if I'm mean to him here, because he could be a figment of my imagination for all you know. Unless you're in my chem lab. Then you'd know how much I hate this fat, fat man.
Now I'm not against fat people in general, I believe they play an important role in society. What that role is, I cannot say because it's extremely insensitive and shallow. But I'm actually a pretty insensitive and shallow kind of person. Or so I'd like to believe.
So my next post, or the next one after I tell you every single detail about my trip to the mountain, will be about me. Learning about personality, you realise a lot of things about yourself. Even if they're often misconceptions, you can feel smart for a second or two.
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Inappropriate Comment Of The Day Time!!! Yayers.
Today we were sitting in the law library, we being Dixon, Julianne (who I shall now refer to as Jules, maybe even Jules Lund one day), Kelvin and I. I was doing the cryptic and had just gotten one about where customs officers would look. The answer was "in the hole". Kelvin asks "Which hole?". We all kind of look at him, then Dixon says:
"Any kind of orifice. You know, girls are lucky, they have one more than guys."
And that concludes our first ever Inappropriate Comment Of The Day Time!!! Yayers.
Onto more exciting news...
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I love polar bears. There are few animals in the world more awesome than the polar bear. It's hard to say what's so good about them. It could be admiration from an evolution perspective. They can camoflauge so well into their environment it's actually funny. Beats the pants of koalas. Even if koalas aren't really bears. Or it could just be an aesthetic thing. They look so graceful, so gentle. But they're smart as well. They work hard on their image. If you look carefully, you notice they always get photographed with their pups. And their pups are just like... small... white... polar bears. However these bears have a natural rival of the highest degree. A competing bear which is threatening to take all of their media resources. The dreaded Panda.
Onto other, slightly less and significantly less cute news, I'm going away for Easter next weekend. Yay. It'll be the first time I'll actually go away on the Easter weekend. It's on another of those old people tours that my mum loves. We're going to Mount Gambier. I don't know much about that. Except there's a big, blue lake. And people seem to be attracted by the big, blue lake. Sounds good to me.
The work is slowly starting to pile on for me. I have an essay draft due in 2 weeks, haven't started it. I'm going to have to knuckle down. Very hard. Apart from that, I have a maths project due, also in two weeks. That's going to be a struggle as well, considering it is still to make sense to me. Then I have a psych essay to start, even if it's due in May.
I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but here is a list of things to buy if I had money:
1. A new phone, my one sucks. Every facet of it sucks. But more on that another day.
2. A new mp3 player. My one is old, but it still works. However it's 5 years old. And technology 1 month old is too old.
I had something else. Oh yes.
3. A laptop. I'd love a laptop. Everyone has one. But more than that, a desktop computer is just too restricting now. And we're at the point in time where laptops can equal, if not better, desktops in terms of performance. And having one at uni would make studying that much more fun. I don't know if I'd need it, but it would certainly help. But I'm still under the impression anyone who uses a laptop inside a lecture is a bit of a tool. A lot of that is due to envy though.
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Sometimes I just really really wish time travel was possible. I'd love to be able to go back to about the end of January, just about when I was freaking out about the start of uni. I didn't know what it was going to be like. If I'd be able to find any of my lectures. If I'd get bullied by all the older kids who already have arm pit hair. And most importantly, who my friends were going to be.
At that stage, I was still thinking in terms of Melbourne High. And since the only people I knew going to Monash were the Com/Law kids, I thought I'd just hang around with them all day. I'd continue my long running friendship with Marcus whilst catching the bus everyday with Andrew. I'd get to see people like Anthony, Shervin, Simon Ho and Wilson everyday. I'd be an honorary Com/Law kid. It'd be great. You know, until I had to go to a lecture with complete strangers.
Just under a month in, and things are so unimaginably different it's scary. I found out I do have friends doing science, even if none do straight science. I find myself catching the bus with Sam Ho in the morning sometimes, and usually home with Sam and Tallon. Give the January '08 me a hundred guesses and I would not have guessed I'd be hanging out with Tallon. It's not hard to say why, we're just from very different social cliques. But here we are. Apart from them, I spend most of my breaks with Eugene Wong. Someone I only really made friends with late in year 12. I have two lectures with Kelvin, two with Sam (unless you count Psych) and then one with Tallon. It's all so much fun, right now. The best thing is although I knew these people in school and were friends with them, I probably wouldn't put them in my top 7 friends at school.
Eugene's a funny one. We only become friends in year 12. Kinda early in the year, but it was really pushing up to the half way mark. The best thing is, we think alike. We have the same sense of humour, that of putting our good friends down to get a laugh. The best thing is when we do it to each other, because we know there's no hurt there when there might be hurt if it were someone else.
Tallon and Sam are fun as well. They're like a couple, kind of. It's a bit of a stretch, but it's there. I started off as the third wheel, and a lot of the times I still am. But slowly I'm working my way in. Slowly. I even shouted Bubble Cup today, as it was my turn. Of course, this means my search for a job has just become that much more important, but I still enjoy it. It means they accept me, and I need acceptance from others. It's like my coffee.
Apart from the usual chumps, I've met a couple friends of friends. Funniest is Lily, Andrew Chen's girlfriend. And not funniest as in she is the funniest, but just our situation. Because we live really close to each other. And not as in so close we catch the same bus and get off at the same stop. But so close as in we walk the same way for about another 5 minutes and I could probably shout to her house. I feel good about the fact that I live closer to Andrew's girlfriend than he does. I don't know why, I just do.
Oh, and Andrew's another one. I talked to him for the first time and Marcus' party at the start of the year. And even then, we didn't even talk. Just a shared conversation with a whole bunch of people. But now we're even on first/last name basis. And I'm going to do my best to call him Andrew, because it's my thing not to call people by what others call them. I assume this stems from always being called by a nickname.
If I went to Melbourne, my circle of friends would have been so restricted, I would have suffocated. You can't imagine how glad I am to be coming to Monash. Get away from the soccer guys. They're great and I love them to bits [in the man-love way], I am way too comfortable around them. They might even begin to know the real me.
And I'm glad no one I've mentioned will ever read this, because it will only make them and myself feel quite the awkward. But that also means I can never plug my blog in my MSN PM again, which means no chance of new readership. Pooers.
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My last post was 2 weeks ago. It was me complaining about my ridiculous early starts and lack of days off.
A fortnight later and my eyes are open, figuratively. They're actually quite heavy now, due to all my ridiculous early starts. But they don't hurt as much anymore. If anything, I enjoy the earlier starts more than the less than early ones. I'm a morning person. I've always been. I like seeing the lack of activity at the start of the day and then watch as it builds up during the day until it reaches it's peak just before lunch time.
I'm getting to enjoy uni. There's lots of new people. Lot's of new buildings. Everything is just... new. Melbourne High was getting old and stale, seeing the same people, going to the same places and doing the same things. At uni, everyday is different. Kind of. You almost certainly sit next to someone new in a lecture, unless you're with friends. You find a new girl to perv at for a bit. You find a new nerdy, ugly kid to hate. It's all just so exciting right now.
I don't know if that's how I'll feel in a month or so when I have to hand in essays and assignments, but that's how it is now. And I hope to hang on to this feeling as long as possible.
There's more to write, but I'll have to wait till tomorrow. Because I'm sleepy. It's been a long week.
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