Dark suited men holdings hands?!?!

[In this age of misunderstanding, only the Incredible Hulk understand how I'm feeling at the moment]

I hate group assignments.

No wait, that's wrong.

I just hate my group members so much right now.

They have dragged my day on and on. In fact, they have dragged this whole week along. If I could swear, you'd all be reading alot of profanities right now. And remember; I never swear.

Today, my group sent all their individual parts to me. My overall assessment is a feeling of extreme unhappiness. Actually, reading over it now; I am just deeply at odds with just one part of the group. The other parts are serviceable but will need touching uo.

I have resent it back to that one hack to make her re-do it. And she will re-do it.

Just reading her pathetic attempt again makes me want to introduce her to the shallow moat that surrounds the Reid library by throwing her off it. For god's sake woman! Is it so hard to reference statistics?!?

I simply cannot wait until his assignment is done. After the final presentation, I plan to lambaste her incompetence in front of the entire group. I cannot fathom how much of a leach this person is.

Harsh?

If you would kindly read this line (no need for context; it's just plain stupid) then you can understand the fury that course through me right now.

"thus, it is a common sight to find dark suited men holding hands, leaning on one another staggering towards taxis as part of the city's night time streetscape"

What

The

Hell!?!?

I've been getting an education for the last 17 odd years (I did play school at 3) and I have read something so random and un-academic. Where the hell did she get a quote like that from?!? And seriously, how is that even relevent to ANYTHING?

Absolutely pathetic.

The lesson is: If you can't do something well; don't do it until you can. Don't do it half-assed. Or if you are going to do such a thing, make sure you have not involved me. If it does involve me; take longer until you get it done properly. Please.

This day was too long.

*storm clouds*

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I'll make it to the moon even if I have to crawl

We are currently in late September.

Significance?

Moon Festival

Significance?

Moon Cakes

My mum is a classical Traditional Asian. Everybody knows it. You know the deal: double standards for boys and girls, gossip at every chance, thrifty, face and prestige, wants lots of grandkids etc etc

And that also means; MAKING her moon cakes. One of my oldest cousins is really tight with my mum and she likes to come over alot to chat. She came over today to help out and learn the secret of the Mooncake from my mum.

They decided today would be an awesome day for it.

And they let me hang around to watch and listen in on all the gossip that's been going down in the family. Not really. And I even got to stamp a few cakes.

Just some highlights of the day.

Alan: Wow Linh, you are being groomed to take over making the cakes when my mum can't be bothered anymore. So traditional.
Linh: It's good you know? It means we have our culture. This is our thing. It's what defines us. You gotta have culture. Gaginang yeah?
Alan: Yeah I know
Linh: So you wanna help out?
Alan: Can I stamp?
Linh: Yeah ok
Mum: Who squashed that cake?
Linh: Alan did
Mum: Stop stamping them
Alan: Thanks Linh -_-"

It got kind of boring until they baked it and it was ready to "test out". Tasted awesome. Flaky and crusty on the outside is my style. I wanted to eat another one but my hands got slapped away.

Of course I just said they tasted: "Ok, not bad but ok", wouldn't want my mum and cousin to get big heads. That's just bad.

I know what I'll be eating in a few days time.

[My mum showed my cousin how to do a few. Persoanlly; I thought she stamped them pretty poorly]

[My one is on the left; my mum is showing me how it's done properly here. Can't be half-assed about it]

[Once my cousin got the hang of it; she was churning them out like a child labor factory]

[This is the representation of 3000 years of culture. A woodblock with some carvings that translates to "Longevity". Beautiful.]

[In they go!]

[Tea is a vital component to gossip. I didn't get any tea. Correspondingly; I got no gossip]

[Sure my mum is traditional; but even she see's the light of modern technology. Although that beater is probably from the 1960's when color wasn't invented yet]

[Baked and ready to show off to my other Aunty's; it's all about face and prestige. Say it with me: face and prestige]

[Ready to eat. You can try ONE Alan]

And then they sat around for another two hours arguing how to split the cakes between them. Classic.

Finally some housekeeping:

• Blah blah I don't update enough, I'm getting lazy, Caroline naked is traumatic for everyone etc etc. I have Project 365 which has an update every day so if you really need your A-la-la-la-n Dosage then get it from that. The main blog is more for intensive posts and if I have some snatches of time.
• One last thing; MSU Semi Finals are on Monday at 4:55pm in the Rec; come down to support us. If we get into the Grand Final I promise I won't hug any of you because of how sweaty I will be. Promise. We even finished 2nd on the ladder following the end of the season so expect us to play a ripper game.
  
• Jason has a 40 posts in 40 days thing going. So that's an interesting read if you want to hear about me indirectly.
  

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Psychologically Traumatised

No I didn't see Caroline* naked.

My mum told my brother a story the other day and being the great brother he is, he relayed it to me. It went something like this:

Mum said that when we were young, especially you, we wanted a lot of things but she always said no. Like we were deprived kids. You wanted shoes when you were a kid and Mum took you shopping, you would always say:

Alan: *points at some sneakers* Ma! ma! Ua Ai! Ua Ai! Ma hor bhoi?
Alan: *points at some sneakers* Mum! Mum! I want! I want! Can you buy them?
Mum: Miang loh; ooh ah-Meng gai
Mum: You don't need them; You can have Phillips
Alan: Jio ni?!
Alan: Why?!
Mum: Bho jio ni! M diot lah m diot, cer!!!" *tugs at Alan's hands*
Mum: There is no reason! No is no! Lets go! *tugs at Alan's hands*
Alan: hmph *storm clouds* UA AIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!
Alan: hmph *storm clouds* I WANTTTTT!!!!
Mum: DOH LONG!!!
Mum: Please!!! JUST STOP!!

And now that you're older and can buy your own stuff, you just go nuts with shoes. See, even mum knows about Freud. Hahaha

And that's why I have so many shoes. I was traumatised as a kid. That's what happens with hand-me-downs.

In more relevant news; I got a new pair over the weekend!

[Nike Dunk Low CL White/White-Varsity Red 304714-911]

Breathless...so clean.

Oh and one last housekeeping thing. 10 000th reader was actually Caroline; I owe you one bubbletea. The Bloggtroll photoshoped it. Forgot about that. And I've cleaned up the links on the side. If you're no longer there, it mean's because you didn't update your blog. Or wouldn't let people read it. Or I don't like you.

And of course; happy birthday to Penny who turns 16 today

I liked this entry very much. I wrote my first script in Teochew.

Teochew nang pah ci bho sieng gang!!!

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* Sorry Caz...but WWJD? But being the sister I never wanted. That'd be pretty traumatic

Nucado? Avotella?

Who grew up on Nutella? I did. I actually got sick of it when I was a kid to be honest after eating too much of it. And I have some memories of Phill eating it straight out of the jar. And it kind of made me more sick. Not until year 8ish did i get back into it and it's been a love-hate relationship ever since.

Why the nutella reference?

I bring you one of my greatest breakfast inventions...

[Breakfast!]

I call it Nucado! Or Avotella! Maybe even...Avonut-cotella!! Classy.

A mixture of avocado and nutella. Trust me. It taste freaken awesome. Although this round I think i had too much avocado and it sort of overpowered the nutella. It was good. But a bit too much of avocado texture.

And washed down with an espresso.

So basically this meal entailed:

1. Sweet (nutella)
2. Savory (avocado)
3. Bitter (espresso)

Try it. You won't regret it. Please tell me if you do!! Because I can't seem to convince people while I'm eating it to take a nibble.

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9 - 1

Seems like heart doesn't cut it always.

[I grew up on the Planeteers. All these young 'uns don't know...but this stuff was better then Pokemon...sorta]

Who remembers Ma-Ti from Captain Planet and the Planeteers?

[Seriously]

Who knows Shirley?

Who thinks they could be related?

Shirls looks like 12 year old. She has hidden knowledge of the *rain forest* too (the one near the Rec Centre). Her unique healing powers...um...seriously: She's hugging a statue. She has heart too.

I admire the Girls Team. They have heart. I really do admire them. And not *admiring* them because they are girls. They played their hearts out and got thrashed by us 9 - 1. Easily could of been 15 - 0 if I had my shooting boots on. But today we saw heart not cutting it.

Loving my Project 365. Been very fun already.

Hating exam study. Been very sad already.

My head is gonna kicked in for this.

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