Peace.

I just realised i look like a flower child with what i'm wearing now, what with beaded earrings, tasseled belt over a shirt dress. Not to mention long, very ungroomed hair. Someone needs a haircut. Now if i could get my grubby paws off any and all food, and on some pot...

I'm such a lonely soul. I cant wait to go home and away from this maddening boredom. Summer here sucks (besides the good weather of course). I dont have friends in my classes like i did in the other terms and Bean has to gallivant with the boyfriend most of the time. Oh i'm dreaming of the comfort of home...

Plus i can cook now, so i can effectively contribute to the economics of our house and maybe take up an apprenticeship in Popo's kitchen at the same time. Slobber.

What the heck... i'm hungry.

When Bored, Stuff Face.

I want to go home. June 18 seems like an eternity away.

I realise that i eat alot when i'm bored. Life is so uneventful that i fill in the gaps by eating buttered toast, grapes, cereal, carrots, chips, or whatever i can get my grubby little paws on. I guess the little red pok of a blister on my thumb is a stern warning that i shouldnt be eating buttered toast an hour after dinner.

Ooh. Popcorn! I want popcorn!

Milk and Honey.

I'm drinking milk and eating bread with creamed honey and butter. The milk is lactose free so that i don't explode in a ball of flaming gas. You know somehow, when you eat bread, milk and honey, life is good.

What inspired this was that nursery rhyme about four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie: there's a line that goes 'the queen was in the parlor eating bread and honey'. In my book there was a charming picture of a fat queen stuffing hunks of honey soaked bread into her mouth with obvious delight. Yah. That's me.

Summer classes have been going okay. Yes this is my guilty-ridden update on my life since i havent been blogging properly in a while. Summer school is pretty hectic. I dont like it much. Especially because i'm taking bio and english at once and reading copious pages of fluff everyday is simply part of my self-afflicted bondage. Ooh. Come to think of it i dreamt i took French in the summer and absolutely sucked at it. Plus a prefect came in during class and told me to stop eating my Ritz biscuits. Apparently i was a prefect too and thus was duly ashamed of my irresponsible and un-exemplary behaviour. I had my bio midterm yesterday (yes, midterms two weeks after school starts. that's summer school.) It was slightly unfair because this is a first year course, and being a second-year-going-on-third-year student, i have been taught almost all these things before and thus got by by studying for three hours just before the midterm at the coffee place. *snicker*.

Ah well. Such is life. Time to go eat Pringles.

Oh Good Lord.

I just burned my roommate's spanking new Ikea wok.

Diediediediediedie!

My devious self thinks i should go and buy one and replace it for her and not tell her! Then no one gets hurt.

My honest, upright, righteous self says, "Tell her you dummy!"

Oh man oh man! Ahhhh! Disaster!!!

I (heart) Shakespeare.

I'm loving my English class! Being the Biology pseudo-nerd that i am, i had looked down on literature as a very pansy, arty-farty kind of subject. I'm sorry about that now. I love what i'm doing now. I love the drama and the passion that spills from the pages.

One of the plays i'm reading is Shakespeare's King Lear, and it's beautiful. King Lear is an old king (slightly delusional) who foolishly decides to split his kingdom three ways, with equal part to each of his three daughters, based on their proclamations of love for him. The two older (very evil) daughters, Goneril and Regan, make grand, pretentious speeches that delight the old king to no end, while the youngest daughter, Cordelia, who loves her father the most but has no gift for speeches, falls short of her inheritance and is married to France without a dowry. After splitting the kingdom between his two daughters, he is completely dependent on both of them. And both, of course, being evil, deny him any kingly comfort or dignity and cast him out into the world with no protection. After much trial and tribulation, a war, bastard children, putting out of eyes, madmen and storms, King Lear who has become half-mad with grief, is finally reunited with Cordelia who still loves her father and bears no grudge. This is their conversation when they first meet again. To Cordelia, Lear is still the king and her beloved father. I especially love the last things they say in this quote:

Cordelia: How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty?

Lear: You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave:
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald like molten lead.

Cordelia: Sir, do you know me?

Lear: You are a spirit I know: when did you die?

Cordelia: Still, still, far wide!

Physician: He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile.

Lear: Where have I been? Where am I? Fair day-light?
I am mightily abus'd. I should even die with pity,
To see another thus. I know not what to say.
I will not swear these are my hands: let's see;
I feel this pin prick. Would I were assured
Of my condition!

Cordelia: O, look upon me, sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me:—
No, sir, you must not kneel.

Lear: Pray, do not mock me:
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upward;
And, to deal plainly,
I fear, I am not in my perfect mind.
Methinks, I sho'ld know you, and know this man;
Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant
What place this is; and all the skill I have
Remembers not these garments; nor I know not
Where I did lodge last night: do not laugh at me;
For, as I am a man, I think this lady
To be my child Cordelia.

Cordelia: And so I am, I am!

Lear: Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray weep not:
If you have poison for me, I will drink it.
I know know you do not love me; for your sisters
Have, as i do remember, done me wrong:
You have some cause, they have not.

Cordelia: No cause, no cause.

Le sighhhh.... No cause, no cause.

My Cooking Philosophy

is the unhealthier, the better.

Ephesians 3:20

Now unto Him who is able to do immeasurably more than we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us.



2 Corinthians 9:8

And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.

Ooh! Apparently something can go right.

I got 80% for English 112!

My toes are so amazed.

To Mummy: Have the Happiest Mothers' Day of Mothers' Days.

I view Mothers'/Fathers' Day more as a Parents' Day kind of thing. Because i could never do without any one of them. I have the best parents in the world. Sometimes when i think about it, i cannot believe, perceive, understand the extent of God's provision through them. It just seems that something has to go terribly wrong later in my life in order to make up for the huge blessing that are my parents. You know, so as to balance out the good and the bad stuff in my life in order to be fair.

To the greatest parents that ever lived: A long, happy life filled with laughter, joy, peace, and the satisfaction of knowing you will be loved and held in the highest honour for as long as you live.

"Oh My Ass Hurts..."

Moaned the one who started jogging for the first time in approximately a year. Started exercising at all for the first time in approximately a year, come to think of it. Unless we count mad gallops to catch the bus. I woke up at 10am this bright and shining morning and decided that no more shall Vera be a 48kg sack of fat. She will be nice and toned, and she will not continue to pant like a mad horse after brisk walking 50m to the restroom. So up i got, brushed my teeth, tied my hair into a brief ponytail, stuck pins in my hair to keep bits of my fringe from standing up in the wind, and then snuck into Bean's (luckily unlocked) apartment to steal my running shoes back.

And off she was! running into the mid-morning sunshine feeling most accomplished.

My Small Miracle.

She rested her newly-bought used copy of Elements of Literature on her hip while her hands were occupied with her wallet, a half eaten packet of Cheetos and her shuffle. The sun kissed her hair with it's golden rays while the wind took it for a quick little dance in the air. She sang along (softly) with Jack Johnson on the shuffle as she tripped along East Mall towards home and felt that the blue skies and sunshine were most apt. "I wonder if i'll ever find someone", she thought. "I never seem to find good guys. I wonder why." She hummed to the tunes of Kenny G's saxophone and shook her hair out of her face where the wind had impishly whipped it.

She observes her happy red shoes tapping the craggy concrete and smiles to herself. "God? Will i ever see him again? Maybe Bean was right and I'll probably never see him again. But i dont feel so though. Maybe i'll see him today. Or tomorrow. Maybe he'll turn the corner and i'll smile in amazement at my marvelous prediction." She instinctively looks up from the ground and at the turn of the road up ahead. There's a man turning the corner. She stares.

Oh good Lord.

"Hello," he says to her, smiling.

Damn he's handsome.

Dating advice from Ruth:

"Tell him you like him!
Then run away."