Holiday...

Rushing from one room to the other..one time with plastic bags, another time with clothes and yet another time with bags...my mum screams at all of us to get our things as she tries to squeeze everything into a suitcase...my dad jz walking from one room to the other as he doesn't know what else to do...n my sister usually reads a book...she wouldn't do anything until I scream at her, which is quite often. As you can see, last minute packing always creates a huge chaos and lots of excitement in my house.This time, we went to Chiang Mai, a small city in northern Thailand. It is a really nice country and my family and I enjoyed ourselves for the 3 days we stayed there.

Firstly when we arrived, the hotel driver was waiting for us with an orange board with the name of the hotel, called "D2". The driver himself was wearing an uniform of white and orange...and so was the van. And guess wat...even the hotel is white and orange...even the christmas tree was orange!!

Other than the whole orange part...the hotel is great. It has great service and the rooms are very nice. I was totally impressed with the rooms..(found out later that the rooms were pretty expensive)..

There was a plasma TV and a DVD player in the room!!!First time I have ever seen anything like this. One slight problem was the bathroom..You can actually view a person taking a shower if you don't pull down the blinds...Wonder why they did such a weird design...
With the blinds left open...you can actually see my sister!!Imagine how disgusting it would be if you were taking a shower and someone actually pulled up the blinds...

That night, we went to the famous night market, which was right next to our hotel. The whole market consists of many small little stalls along the streets. Bargaining is a must there. After buying some things, we went back exhausted and slept early as we had to wake up very early the next day.

The next day, we went to Doi Intanon national park and the annual Royal Flora exhibition. We were all wearing two layers of clothes thinking it w0uld be really cold...but instead I began to sweat!!So much for cold weather...Anyways, Doi Intanon was quite a nice place. Though the admission prices are freaking expensive!!! First, we visited 2 Buddhist temples. We had to climb more than 100 steps to get to the temple!!On top of that, we visited 2 temples...which means we climbed over 200 stairs.

Not sure if you can see the picture clearly...hopefully you can tell that there were more than 100 stairs...

Next, we went further up and reached...THE HIGHEST SPOT IN THAILAND!!!! Proof that we have been to the highest spot...

It is 2565m above sea level. Pretty high huh?

After that we went to the Royal Flora exhibition which happens annually...

That exhibition was hugee. Even bigger than the Perth Royal Show, for those who have been there before...You can easily spend the whole day at the exhibition. There were stalls and mini exhibitions and gardens everywhere...Didn't really see that many flowers actually..Architectural designs were the main attractions there. Each country had its own small little garden. I am not being biased or anything but in my opinion, India had the most beautiful design and was the biggest of all countries..

I shall let the pictures do the rest of the talking..The first two were taken from a small hill kind of thing..in the exhibition itself...I tried to take a picture of my dad from above. Let's see if you can spot my dad in the second pic...Other than that, as you can see the whole exhibition was really nicely decorated...

That day, we all made up for all the exercising we haven't done for the last few months or so. We walked sooo much!!!I bet we lost a few kilos. We all came back with sore legs...but it was all worth it for the beautiful sceneries we saw...

The day after we went around the city and in the evening, we went to the airport to catch our flight. It is a truly memorable experience...For those who haven't gone there before, please visit Chiang Mai at least once. You will like it..trust me...

Letting go...

Hearing those words,
that I have been waiting,
for so long,
was like listening,
to a very beautiful song.

Happiness,
was what I felt,
but quickly masking it,
was sadness,
that has to be dealt.

I thought,
of being selfish,
of having my own way,
but what would that accomplish,
if at the end of the day,
the happiness that I have fought,
is not what I sought.

Though my heart aches,
I have to let go,
even if it would take,
all that I have,
to do so.

I am tired of crying,
tired of thinking,
of all that was said,
of all that have been left unsaid.

Setting you free,
would be the best thing,
for me,
and for you...

I AM...

I realised that I have not written anything about myself...like my character, my habits, etc etc... So I decided to write a short post on it...cos I am supposed to be getting back to my studies...

I was listening to a song by Hillary Duff called "I am" and I felt that I could sooo relate to the song cos I am exactly like the way it has been described in the song....Hence, this is the simplest way to describe myself...Just read the lyrics...

I'm an angel, I'm a devil
I am sometimes in between
I'm as bad it can get
And good as it can be
Sometimes I'm a million colors
Sometimes I'm black and white
I am all extremes
Try figure me out you never can
There's so many things I am

Chorus:
I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
I'm powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am

I'm someone filled with self-belief
I'm haunted by self-doubt
I've got all the answers
I've got nothing figured out
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone I'm up and I am down
But that's part of the thrill
Part of the plan
Part of all of the things I am

Chorus:
I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
I'm powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am

I'm a million contradictions
Sometimes I make no sense
Sometimes I'm perfect
Sometimes I'm a mess
Sometimes I'm not sure who I am

Chorus:
I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am

I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
I'm powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am
Of all the things I am
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am
Of all the things I am...

Yup, that's me alright. Listen to the song if u can. But warning: it is a typical teenager song...might not suit everyone's taste...

UPDATE:

After reading the post again and other people's comments, I have decided to be more specific. So to everyone: this is who I really am....*ahem ahem*

1. Depending on how you treat me...I can be a really nice or a really mean person.
2. I can be very childish at times.
3. I have horrible mood swings...better think twice before irritating me when I am not in a good mood.
4. I have a habit of complaining.
5. I do not take things so seriously as some people think.
6. I do tend to put others before myself.
7. I am quite a responsible girl.
8. I am quite trustworthy.
9. I tend to be insensitive at times.
10. I hate routine...I prefer doing new things every time.
11. I simply love to go out.
12. I love to observe people...AND my observations are pretty ACCURATE.
13. I procrastinate a lot by the way.
14. I am very very lazy...NOT hardworking as some people think.
15. I tend to get confused sometimes...NOT everytime.
16. I am very clumsy....tend to get bruises fairly regularly.
17. I have NO self-discipline whatsoever by the way.
18. But I have good self-control.
19. I am quite practical.
20. I have a lot of self-doubts.
21. I hate sports.
22. I do alot of stupid things...which I am not going to elaborate cos it is embarrassing.
23. I love music....cannot live without it.
24. I don't really argue but if I get provoked, then I would not think twice about arguing and raising my voice and talking back.
25. I can be really sarcastic.
26. I am quite impatient actually.
27. I get bored really easily.
28. I tend to gossip a bit...
29. I do get hyper...though I look half-dead most of the time.
30. I can be crazy.
31. I tend to talk alot nonsensical things at times..
32. I take a long time to trust someone.
33. I take a long time to open up...period..
34. I am really picky about things..especially food and clothes.
35. I am quite unselfish.
36. I can be a really sweet girl.
37. I worry alot.

Well....these are all I can think of right now. I think these are more than enough to give you a clearer picture of me. So once again...you have just familiarised with Shreosi's personality..*smiles broadly*...

The "Reason"...

Have you ever wondered how things would have been if they turned out differently?

Have you ever wondered where you could have been...or what you could have been doing right now?

Have you ever wondered how different your life would have been if you got to know some things much earlier?

Have you ever wondered how different your life would have been if u said some things much earlier?

Have you ever wondered how you would end up in the future?

Have you ever wondered how it would be to live in your friend's shoes?

Have you ever wondered about all the different possibilities that can take place in your life...especially when you have nothing better to do??

Guess...we all complain about our own lives...n start wondering about how things would be if only situations were different. But I guess...even if it seems horrible, I believe everything happens for a reason. Though that reason would only be visible to u many years later. When it does come, you would realise why some events had taken place and why they turned out to be the way they had. Everything makes sense then.

Oh well...though things never happens the way one wants it to be...we should jz be thankful for whatever we have and wait patiently for the day we would see or feel the "reason" behind everything....

The Look...

She sits with her book,
opened at a particular page,
but from the look,
she has at this stage,
her mind seems very engaged.

Faraway places,
beautiful sceneries,
wonderful people,
are all she can think about,
wanting to embrace,
without a single doubt.

She wants to explore,
wants to enjoy everything,
anything,
as she finds her life,
a complete bore.

But she has no choice,
she has to hear,
that small little voice,
asking her not to ignore,
and bear,
with this a little bit more.

With a deep sigh,
she tries,
to cut the slack,
and bring herself back.

So she sits with her book,
opened at a particular page,
trying her best,
to concentrate at this stage...

That time....

Its that time of the year again.....which all students dread....the time when the final year exams are jz around the corner!! Well to be more exact, they are jz one month away for me.

The whole cycle starts again...as it does every single year....sleeping late, getting stressed, mood swings (happens to me alot), trying to make sense of what is going on (in studies tat is), trying to finish up all the assignments due, having an outbreak (pimples) all over my face which makes me look extremely gross, walking around like a zombie due to lack of sleep, trying my best to concentrate and even better..trying my best to study.

As it is, for me, the nearer the exams the lazier I get. The more I tend to slack and the more I tend to get distracted. My mind tends to wander away when I study...thinking about things which are sooo not important. No matter what other people say, my self-discipline is jz pathetic...or non-existent for that matter. I always, always, need a push. And as you can surely tell, pushing myself is a rather difficult job. If I don't push myself, I would not study at all. Maybe I need someone in the form of my mother...that would work wonders....Sadly, that is not possible. So I have to rely on myself.

I also have this habit of loosing my papers as the exams come nearer. Somehow, they go missing and I can never find them. The best part is, when the exams are over and I am clearing my things, those same papers that went missing, magically reappear....

I would have also gotten an award for 'the world's most distracted person'..if there was such an award. It doesn't take me long to take distracted. Beautiful weather or good music or INTERNET or chatting or good novels...and the list goes on and on and on....I simply cannot study in the university library unlike others. I tend to get distracted by the people passing by or the people sitting around me...imagine that...So I am usually stuck in my room. Not that studying in my room works that much..at least it is more conducive than in the library in my opinion.

Reading books bore me to death..especially academic books. However, I don't really have a choice as all the subjects I am taking require me to do extra readings. As it so happens, after about 5 minutes of reading, I tend to fall asleep. Then I wake up after 5-10minutes and start reading again...and again I fall asleep. I take a loooonggg time to finish one chapter of my textbook.

Due to all these, my progress is usually very, very slow. So I have no choice but to sleep late and make sure that I can finish at least most of my work for that day. Hence, I walk around like a zombie and get mood swings. Not to mention, pimples pop out all over my face. But somehow, I usually manage to finish everything and be more or less prepared for my papers....

Well, this is the way I prepare myself for my exams...though they don't sound so...uhh..encouraging... it works for me. As it is quite obvious, I got distracted as usual...and wrote this random post...ok then...got to get back to my books!(sadly)...

Just imagine...

Just imagine how it feels when someone who barely knows you...goes up to one of your very good friend and comments that you stink...

Just imagine how it feels when that same person also tells that friend that you are not the type someone would go for just because you are very quiet, unable to start a conversation well, seem to be unapproachable and is the type who is looking for commitment?!?!

Just imagine that same person telling your friend that you are a danger zone...n asks your friend to make sure he stays away from you...

I hardly know this guy. Only once did I ever talk to him...and that too not that much. We don't share much in common. So what on the earth am I supposed to talk to him about except for the common 'hi..how was your day' kind of thing. So after just that one day we kind of talked and seeing me around the whole place...he has the right to judge me like that???And not only that TELL one of your good friends what he thinks???

So I am quiet and unable to converse as well as some other people. So what???Does that make me a bad person????Does that make me unattractive???Not everyone can talk all the time...not everyone is able to converse extremely well...It might be a huge turn-off for him...but it doesn't mean that he has to tell someone that I am NOT the right type...He doesn't even know a thing about me....so who the hell is he to just judge me by whatever he "observes"???If he can say all that about me, then I can also say that his personality stinks!

Oh yea...apparently he also told my friend that I stink. For your kind information, I DO NOT stink. I have a very high standard for hygiene and I strictly follow that. My jacket is NOT smelly unlike some other people. I clean it quite regularly. If he smelled something then it is NOT from me. This I am hundred percent sure. And please, everyone has their own distinct scent-a light smell. If you mix them up with stink, that means something is definitely wrong with your nose!

Commitment...doesn't everyone look for commitment in relationships???Ok..so I am the type who prefers long-term commitment...so that is bad???If he doesn't like long-term, it doesn't mean that everyone hates long-term...

So if he can say all these about a person whom he HARDLY knows...just imagine what kind of LOSER he is. Instead of minding his own business, he is butting into others, giving advise when it is NOT needed. I, being a nice person, used to smile at him whenever I used to walk past him and this is the way he treats me. I feel insulted. I am happy with the way I am, thank you very much and if I get someone, that person would have to just like me the way I am. I can't be bothered with him anymore and therefore shall ignore him completely from now onwards.

The "SECRET" MISSION...

One fine monday night...in a dark, quiet location....which is unknown to most....four people gathered to discuss their latest "MISSION". As the mission was not easy, they had to work together. So they formed a group- a secret group. They called themselves the "EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE". Before I go any further....I would like to introduce the members: (Please note: these are their "codenames"....actual names are not allowed to be revealed)

THE GIRAFFE....known for his tall and thin stature....









THE BEAR....known for always getting hungry and being "cuddly"....





THE MONKEY...known for her hyperness and craziness....and last and not the least...







THE GOLDFISH...known for her uhh....big eyes and apparently "short memory"....


The MISSION: to plan the best birthday party ever for our dearest friend....

THE PIG....so called because she acts exactly like the pig in this picture...

Anyways, as we were known for our dedication and efficiency, we wasted no time to start on our mission...

PREPARATIONS:

MONDAY NIGHT: Discussed the overall picture of the birthday party. For example: Where will the party be held; how will it be celebrated; what time; the gifts...After which, we had a great meal and had a great time bonding....

TUESDAY NIGHT: We were chatting on MSN messenger and as it was getting confusing, we decided to meet in GIRAFFE's room. As MONKEY and GOLDFISH live quite near our friend PIG, we had to make an extra effort to be really really quiet as our friend has super sensitive ears and can make out our footsteps....

We met up in his room and discussed about where to get the gifts and who would buy the gifts. We started having a more detailed plan for the party...for example how to surprise her and all that...we also asked for help from our sources...

After which, we started talking and teasing each other...had late-night snacks...and had pillow fights...We were up the whole night and our meeting was over after having our breakfast.

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON: MONKEY, GOLDFISH and BEAR went to buy gifts. MONKEY and GOLDFISH had to come up with some excuse as our friend was asking us a lot of questions...Spent the whole afternoon looking around shops and finding gifts and other party things like sparklers, plastic cups, napkins, packet of potato chips and etc...

THURSDAY AFTERNOON/EVENING/NIGHT: Went to buy her cake- CHOCOLATE cake in the afternoon. We kept the cake in BEAR's place and after having dinner outside as BEAR was really hungry (as usual) we had to get the drinks...as our friend wanted tequila...we went to buy that and vodka for the others...

We came back quietly and hit the stuff in GOLDFISH's room...and after MONKEY and GOLDFISH entertained PIG for a while..as she was feeling really lonely since both of us kept disappearing...both of them, with helpers, started on wrapping the gifts and finishing up our "poster" kind of thing. At the end of everything, the four of us met up again in GIRAFFE's room just venting our frustrations and talking and teasing. Again we were up the whole night and we discussed our final plans before we parted.

FRIDAY NIGHT: THE NIGHT of the party...the four of us met up at BEAR's place to get the cake and drinks as all of them were kept in his fridge...and carried them back to our place. We, together with our helpers, started preparing for the party...someone brought his laptop down to play music; putting final touches to the "poster" kind of thing; water balloons; testing the sparklers etc etc...

Finally around 10pm, MONKEY and GOLDFISH went to get PIG down by using some stupid excuse hoping that she would buy it. We brought her downstairs and all the others were waiting for her downstairs with the cake. Her expression was priceless. She was completely surprised and she totally loved all the gifts. We could see that she enjoyed herself tremendously that day...we knew right then that we had succeeded in our mission

The MISSION had now come to an end. The four members had lots of fun doing this and we bonded really well during this whole mission. We had our difficulties and frustrations...but at the end of the day, all that mattered was the smile on PIG's face when she saw everything...We felt that it was worth all our time and energy...

After everything, the four tired members decided to take a break and wish that they would soon get their rewards for the good work done..*hint hint*...

A Smile...

A smile,
is all that is needed sometimes,
to show that everything is fine,
for that period of time.

But a smile,
also masks pain,
a pain,
that has remained,
for all this while.

A pain,
that is best left unexplained,
best left concealed,
no matter what others feel.

Others should understand,
that I would only reveal,
when I plan.

Though it hurts badly,
as I try to endure,
and obscure,
it's the only way,
that I can appear strong,
have my own say,
and live my life as I wished,
all along...

First Time..

I am sure everyone has heard of the phrase "There is always a first time for everything"...and it goes without saying that it's true. Going to school for the first time, cooking for the first time, going out for dates for the first time, swimming for the first time and etc...etc...There is never an end to that list.

It has been a year since I came to Perth for my further studies. I live in a hostel here and my family is far far away from me. When I used to live with my family, my parents used to do most of the things for me. I never really had to clean the house or cook or whatsoever...I used to live a very sheltered life...(jz to make things clear, I was NOT pampered)...As I am sure you can tell, living alone means doing things all by yourself...which means no more depending on my parents. So here I was, one year ago, a sheltered girl, who doesn't know much about anything, leaving her home for the very first time. As I started my life here, I had to do many things for the first time. I have compiled a list and I would love to share it..So here it goes *ahem ahem*:

THINGS DONE FOR THE FIRST TIME

1. got my very own bedroom and got to sleep on my very own bed!!!at home I have to share my room with my sister and she has really bad sleeping habits...so from now onwards I don't need to share my wardrobe or end up having a new bruise every single morning...
2. learnt how to keep my room neat and tidy...usually my mum used to make sure that our room is clean...now i have to do it all by myself
3. got to decorate my own room!that is the best part cos I love to decorate...
4. got to do my very own shopping..I usually follow my mum around when it comes to shopping and ask for her opinion about the clothes I wanted to buy...now I trust my own taste and buy my clothes...
5. got to do my laundry....at home my mum usually does the laundry...I finally figured how to use the washing machine...
6. got to iron my clothes...again my mum used to iron my clothes...though not as good as my mum but I got the basics right..
7. deposited money in the bank...the financial aspect is usually my dad's department...after coming here I do it myself...
8. withdrew money from the ATM...i never had to withdraw any cash back home as my dad used to be there to give me money if I ever needed...
9. grocery shopping...I hate doing that back home...used to avoid it...but now I don't have a choice...
10. study all by my own...no more parents nagging at me to go and do my work...I am still as lazy as ever and my self-discipline has not improved at all..
11. basically normal administration stuff....which at home my dad usually handles it...
12. travel all alone by myself...i was never allowed to travel alone...now i get to do it..
13. got to make some important decisions...usually i would discuss with my parents...now they are not around to make those decisions for me..
14. cooking all by myself...well with my friends actually...as you can see from one of my previous posts...mum wasn't there to guide us on tat one and it turned out great!
15. living alone basically...

That's about all I can remember so far...it's pretty long if you ask me...for a girl who was never out of her parents' sight.

I was nervous, excited and scared at the same time. It has been memorable though...the past one year. It wasn't easy but it wasn't that difficult either. Sure I had my good days and bad...sure I had shed tears of joy and sadness...sure I made some good and bad decisions...but most important thing of all...I have learnt from all these. I feel that I have become more independent, more grown-up and know so much more...

Well, with all the knowledge that I have, I realised I have spent enough time on this...time for me to get back to my studying...

Right or Wrong?

• "What is your decision?"
• "What are the choices?"
• "Should I or should I not?"

Do they sound familiar?I am sure they do...Every other minute or second, we always ask ourselves these questions-consciously and unconsciously. Most of the time we make insignificant decisions. However, sometimes we have to make extremely important decisons. These decisions have the power to change one's life or even one's perspective. These decisions have the power to alienate one from the rest of the world or bring one closer to others.

Since they have such huge impact, how does one go about making a decision that would guarantee a positive outcome?How does one make a decision that would satisfy everyone? It's simple: no one knows for sure...there are no theories to explain or to teach us how to make good decisions...

Because of this many times we are afraid to make these important decisions....or tend to be really uncertain and doubtful...(that's me!) Since we have to make some kind of decision other people's opinions start to matter in this case. Sometimes we tend to follow them(that's me!) or if contradictary opinions are given, we just get even more confused(that's me again!)

So what is the solution?I guess the solution is just to believe in yourself and do what you think is right. You don't have to satisfy everyone...that is just impossible. You just have to live life in your own terms...Whatever the outcome shall be...at least you know that you have done the best that you could. As someone once said:

"Decisions are the endless uncertainties of life that we’ll not know if they are right until the very end, so do the best you can and hope its right."

Decisions shape our destiny...they are a consequence of each and every step we take. We have come this far because of the decisions that we have made. So think carefully before deciding and stick to them once they are made...who knows...the decisions that seem so unfavourable now...may be favourable in the future...

On that note, I have finally made a decision on an issue that has been bugging me for the past few days...and as of right now...I have finally decided to stop writing as it is getting too long. And a big thank you to those that have decided to read this post...

The Light....

Plunged into a world,
of darkness,
a world,
of emptiness,
a world,
which is simply meaningless.

A lone figure,
shivering from the cold,
feeling not very bold,
but numb,
as much as she can gather.

Blinded by uncertainty,
she just keeps on walking,
with only one thought,
that keeps her going,
the thought,
of finding that light eventually.

She can see,
that light,
the tiny light,
that would set her free,
from this pain that only she can feel.

But the light is so far away,
making her fear,
that she would never,
after many days,
get near.

She wishes she had someone,
to hold her hand,
as she walks on,
this difficult and dirty land.

Though she has been scarred,
along the way,
though it is hard,
not to astray,
it has to be shown,
that she can do this,
even if she is all alone.

She has to make sure,
that she never loses sight,
of that light,
and is able to endure,
everything,
with a fight....

A Close Encounter....with our...FUTURE...

Okay, I know the title sounds weird...but keep on reading and it will all make sense to you. Trust me on this... It all started during our one week study break in April. The 3 famous musketeers were feeling very bored one day and so we decided to do something which we have never done on our own before....we decided to COOK!!!!We planned on making an indian dish called Puri Bhaji which is basically potato curry and puri. For those who do not know what puri is... then picture a smaller version of paratha but much softer and fluffier. I hope I made sense....I can't think of any other way to explain. Anyways, if some of you still do not understand, jz ask your indian friends. The best part was that NONE of us had any idea on how to make. Musketeer 1 and I called our mothers up and got hold of the recipe. Our mothers were a little skeptical about this whole thing...which made us even more determined to prove them that we CAN cook...

All of us went to the supermarket with our list and bought all the ingredients that were needed. After which, we went to the kitchen and started on our ummm....i shall call it...*little experiment*...

So we were all allocated to certain tasks. Musketeer 2 was in charge of cutting and peeling...man she was cutting in such precision like as if she was going to create some art masterpiece or something....musketeer 1 was in charge of making the dough for the puris and well I was helping both of them out here and there....After a while, this is where we have gone so far...

look how carefully musketeer 2 is cutting....

dough made for the puris...

Now that the preliminaries were over...we were now going to do the main part....the curry and our puris. Since we did not have the proper wooden roller, we had to innovate one...Though it was not as good, it served our purpose at least...

we used cardboard roll and plastic wrapped around it to prevent the dough from sticking...u got to say....we were creative....All 3 of us were taking turns using it and made 19 round puris...though none of them turned out as round as expected...

Meanwhile, we started with our curry. Though we had the recipe, we had no idea how much we had to add each of the ingredient. We used our own judgement and I must say...we are really good...

Looks really good doesn't it?? It had a really nice smell and tasted really really great too!

We had to deep-fry those puris we made. It is supposed to fluff up once it is put into the oil. Oh before that, I better tell you what I did. My 2 friends will make sure that this part is told...and they tend to exaggerate as usual...So this is what exactly happened. After the curry was done, we had to heat up another pan full with oil for the deep frying. So we were waiting for the oil to heat up and since we were using a hot plate instead of a stove, it was taking a lot of time. I was the one checking the oil and I thought after a while that the oil must have heated up. My friends were hesitating but I confidently told them to put in the puris. One of the puris was put in BUT nothing happened!!! The oil WASN'T heated up yet!!!The poor puri had to be thrown away...all thanks to my stupidity....*sigh* Anyways, we waited for a little while longer and then when we were sure, then the others were put in. Unfortunately, our puris were not fluffing up as they are supposed to...and top of that, they weren't soft...they turned out to be as HARD as biscuits!We were pretty sad about that but it was our first time after all...

This was the final result....taste-wise they were really great! In other words, we were kind of successful. As we were afraid of other people criticising our puris, we decided to have them all for ourselves. That was our dinner that day....

In case you are still wondering about the title...well...we felt as if we were daughter-in-laws cooking dinner for the family. So for that moment, we felt as if we were being transported to the future. Hence, the title...

We were quite satisfied with our results and proudly showed off the pictures to our mothers....so much so that we thought of doing this again one day...

Vodka+ Rum = Deadly Combination...for SOME...

Some people have been pestering me continuously to update my blog....seriously they jz don't have the patience...*sighs*...As I was racking my brains on what to write next, somebody gave me this really brilliant topic which would be interesting to share. So....without further ado, I would like to present my much-awaited post...*takes a bow*...

One fine evening...if I remember correctly...a thursday, my whole gang were sitting at the dining hall, eating our same old pathetic dinner and getting really bored as usual. Suddenly one of my friends said, "Why don't we go drinking?" Instantly, my whole gang became quiet...each of us thinking...should I or should I not....in the end, everyone agreed to go. Since we were going out, the girls in our gang....more famously known as the "3 musketeers"...rushed to our rooms to change and look a bit more..umm..presentable. Sadly, guys can never understand this need in girls to look presentable and were given 15 min to get ready.

We called a few of other friends and together went to a pub situated in our university campus but unfortunately, the pub was closed. We were cursing our luck. Finally, this friend of ours knew of this pub down the road. He led the way and we jz followed. Trust me girls, never go out with a huge group of guys or if you do, make sure you wear COMFORTABLE shoes...we girls couldn't keep up with the pace for one thing and we had to walk a long distance to reach the place!One of the 3 musketeers, musketeer 1, will drink at every opportunity that she gets. She and a couple of guys got vodka sprite and 2 guys got beers. The 2 other musketeers, mainly my friend and I, and 2 guys don't drink and so we got coke. After hanging out for a while, we decided to go somewhere else. We took the bus to the city...and lo and behold...a lot of our hostel mates boarded the same bus!They were all going clubbing and we decided to follow them...

We entered the club and my dear friend, musketeer 1 (as expected), and 2 guys had rum with coke..which was, by the way too strong. Music was great and we all went to dance. You should see the other musketeer( musketeer 2), dance....wow...she looked really HOT!!!By the way, I wasn't turned on...its jz a passing comment. I can surely do with a few lessons cos seriously...I am very pathetic in dancing. So there we were dancing and enjoying ourselves in this huge group for about 2 hours and then we decided to leave and catch the last bus. From here is where this story really begins...yes yes i know..finally...

So after the dance, when we were all about to leave, musketeer 1 suddenly leaned onto one of my friends. We were all wondering what happened suddenly. I seriously thought she was feeling sick...yup it was a STUPID thought...but hey it was my first time experiencing all this. Apparently, she was HIGH after drinking jz 2 DRINKS?!?! She started talking a lot of nonsense and giggling non-stop. She kept blabbering about how my friend didn't dance with her but with musketeer 2...she was acting like a jealous admirer...*eyes wide open in disbelief* After which, she nearly went into some other pub jz to dance and was pulling musketeer 2 along as well!She still wanted to have TEQUILA SHOTS on top of that!!As if she wasn't high enough...We missed the bus anyway and decided to catch taxis. The group separated and I was with musketeer 1 and my other friend. So we were waiting to catch a taxi. Meanwhile, she kept on saying, "I want to sit down"...and when she was sitted, she wanted to stand up...and it went on and on...she also kept on talking about how she missed her boyfriend. Finally, I found a taxi and we went back with her blabbering away.

We managed to bring her back to her room somehow. My friend and I jz ordered her to go to sleep which she soo wasn't interested in doing. She suddenly screamed at my friend to leave her room. We thought she would go to sleep and so all of us went to our respective rooms. Meanwhile, the other group also came back safe and sound. Musketeer 2 lives right next to her thankfully. As I was getting ready to go to sleep, I suddenly got a call..from...musketeer 1!!!She wasn't sleeping at all..and wanted me to come over!I simply rushed to her room and saw that she was lying on her bed all curled up, talking nonsense and even PREDICTING THE FUTURE *hint hint* As I said, luckily, musketeer 2 was there. The other friend who brought her back, came over too and 3 of us were trying to get her to sleep. Boy was she stubborn....arghhh....She was acting like ONE BIG BABY. She shouted at my other friend again to leave the room and 3 of us just left her alone in her room and crashed over at musketeer 2's room. In this way, at least we could hear her if she left the room. That night, for some reason, the whole floor was filled with drunk people...Anyways, we ended up watching Incredibles and Shrek 2 as we waited. We didn't realise that she actually left her room twice and in the end, I jz went to her room and screamed at her to go to sleep. At last, after screaming at her 2 more times, she fell asleep. The 3 of us were in musketeer 2's room for about 2 hrs and we couldn't take it anymore and we went back to our rooms and went to sleep.

Next day, I got this call from musketeer 1 in the morning, with a cheery voice and trying to sound sweet...doesn't work with me girl...and my friend and I went to her room and recounted whatever she did last night. We had a good laugh and she kept on insisting that she didn't do any of those things. In the end she said, "I drank with the intention of getting high"Man, why didn't she WARN us earlier!!!Both of us gave her a very good scolding...especially my friend. The rest of day goes by normally...but none of us forgot that night EVER.

So yea...this was my very first experience dealing with a person getting high...at least now I know what to do if it happens again..So the MORAL of this story is: NEVER bring musketeer 1 for drinks...and take note...she is PYSCHIC when she is high...

A New Start...

Hmmm....writing a post for the first time is proving to be a very difficult task for me....cos firstly I am not tat great in writing and secondly I can't think of anything interesting to write!!!yea yea...i know that while reading this, you would love to tell me that posts don't have to be perfect essays...they are just means of sharing my thoughts n etc..etc..in fact I can already hear some of my friends telling me these....but still I am a perfectionist...i want everything to be perfect *shrugs*
So you must be wondering why on the earth I started a blog if I am finding it so hard to write in the first place....so let me just explain myself...

• I started it cos I am majorly bored down here in Perth....oh in case you are wondering...I am studying here and I am far far away from my family *sigh*....so anyways I mean no offense but life here in Perth can only be concluded in just one word- boring. Its a very quiet place and not many people around nor many things to do. Everything down here..shops especially..close super early and the only kind of nightlife that's available here is...pubbing or clubbing. This is especially bad for people like me who are used to going out shopping at night and who are jz not that pubbing or clubbing type. So as you can see there isn't much to do here.
• Secondly...sometimes I jz get sick and tired of studying and I want to do something different other than visiting my friends and jz chit chatting. I want to start some kind of hobby or something that will sustain my interest and look forward to or make my life a little bit interesting. I realised maybe blogging may help..
• Thirdly...its jz plain INFLUENCE...most of my friends have blogs and looking at them thinking and writing something suddenly inspired me to do the same. Well...one of my friends down here has been pushing me to start a blog for a very loooooonnng time..so i decided to jz give it a try...
• Lastly...I jz wanted to make sure that I don't lose touch with my "artistic" side. Not to sound boastful but my essays in school were pretty ok...especially my stories...but I stopped writing stories and stuff after graduating from school and...it doesn't help that I cant stand writing at all...

I know some of my friends would be thinking that I am such a hypocrite...I always used to say that I would never start a blog cos it takes up waaayyy to much time and blah blah...and here I am starting one...but I have justified myself and well...from now on..I would try my best to write and share "interesting" things...

ok then..i think this is more than enough for the first post! I will be writing more the next time..