I don't know why, but everytime I have a cuppa long black, I'll start to have these serious hunger pangs barely 30 minutes after I finished it! And I usually drink after my meal, so being hungry after a meal does not make sense. Trust me, I'm trained by my dad to eat til my stomach is close to bursting and is literally incapable of taking in any more food. So I'm not one of those girls, who has a stick of carrot and celery each.. maybe some green peas and lettuce and call that a meal. I live to eat. 

So anyway, I don't know why I always feel hungry after a cuppa. And it's always.

Speaking of caffeine, I realise that it does not have any effect on me at all. In the afternoon, I'm still able to nap after a cup during breakky. I do know for a fact that it is all psychological, on my part, at least. That being said, I still feel more energetic on days when I have a cup in the morning. Self-delusions, I reckon. 

As for my purchases of mags. I have 3 words. 

HAVE. NO. SELF-RESTRAIN. 

Completely none. Zilch. As long as I walk into a news-agency or a bookstore, that's it. It don't matter that the new issue of  'Time' isn't out yet. I'll move on to the likes of  'Vanity Fair', 'Vogue', or 'Elle'. Even 'Cleo', which I'm beginning to find very meaningless. Like their articles are becoming really superficial. Maybe it has always been, and I'm only discovering now. 

I think my lack of restrain is a hide my longing for 'National Geographic' and 'First' (which has stopped publication! WHY WHY WHY?!). I try to purchase other stuff to fill this void in my life. Someone please come visit me so I can have my Nat Geog.. Or mommy, you just send them to me la. Heh...

There is no point in this entry, except to illustrate my musings. Relatable or not, well.. I can't help being queer.

While 'The Flu' was happily ticking my friends off its heinous weaklings-who-have-succumbed-to-me checklist, I was thinking to myself, "I don't think I'll ever fall ill. I mean, I'm strong.. I have a great immunity system. I eat 3 portions of fruits daily, for goodness' sake!"

And what do you know?

What started as an innocent sorethroat, turned out to be a full-blown, week-long (still going strong), irritable flu! Complete with fever, cough and constant phlegm. I do wonder, though, why my phlegm is so thick. And it really feels weird to be sick. Never felt so terrible. 

Although, I have to add that a night staying up to finish a report.. and lying in James Oval at 2am in shorts, for the sake of catching the meteor shower, certainly increase my chance of falling ill. 

I WILL FIGHT YOU, FLU-BUG!

I read in 'Time', that there is no basis for losing weight through exercising. Meaning to say that, exercising don't make you lose weight. In fact, it might add on more pounds! Imagine the mayhem it caused in the corridor. (mind you, we girls visit the gym religiously! Yes, we're all in it to lose the fats that we've gained since coming to Perth)

The article states that it is not how much you exercise.. it WHAT YOU EAT! 

I have nothing to say, for I have been deceived. 

I think our generation have the misconception that exercising equals burning calories equals losing weight. Because it is a recent phenomenon, which is technically true. But what really happens, very often, after we exercise, we tend to feel famish and begin to fill our body with sugar that we've just lost. If not, it is the case of self-reward, whereby we grab the nearest chocolate bar or bag of chips to reward ourselves. You know, pat on the back for willing ourselves through the grueling workout. 

The result is we not only not lose weight, but gain more! Because, you know.. a 30 minutes run is just what.. about 400 calories? And that's just a freaking blueberry muffin! Turns out, the perception that exercising more will turn fat into muscle, which will burn more fat.. is... Very true. But!  Our resting body (with muscles built from the exercise) only burns about 3 calories/kg of muscle in a day! Can you calculate the amount of muscles that your body has got to build to burn sufficient calories so that you won't gain more weight, despite the constant intake of food?! 

On the other hand, who's to say that this article contains the absolute truth. And even if I can't lose weight through exercising (then how to lose?!), I feel more relaxed and contented after a a run along Mounts Bay.. or a game of touch. And I reckon that my heart definitely benefit from the workout. 

But, I guess the only way now is less bubble tea and late night snacks! And no more seconds for meals!

Keep fit, y'all!

So, the start of a whole new semester. 

New beginnings... should be kicked off with a bang. And the night 'bang-ed', alright. 

Was awesome fun, I reckon. Nothing out of the ordinary.. but it was the dressing up, the company and good fun that made it remarkable. And of course the after-party. There's always the after-party to end the night with a blast. 

Why so solemn? Because we were terribly hungry.

KJ: YAA..

(everyone at the table sniggers and people from neighbouring tables turn to stare)

Yup, we pulled out of the yum-sheng toast last minute.

and then we got bored, waiting for more speeches..

Classic! So cute, the both of them.

After a different.. unique.. let's just leave it as a non-standard grace, it was time for dinner. Check out the mega-fresh prawns and tender pink turkey steak!
One with Head of college- Santa Shearer

... One for the girls

... and one for the guys!

Ah Lian and Ah Beng.

Happy now? Maybe it was the wine. Yes, alcohol has quite the effect on Zee. (more to be revealed later. I mean that in every sense...)

Then it was time for the highlight of the night- Cheah's (actually I call her Huiren.. But easier to type Cheah.. Clarissa, you're nick for her is rubbing off me too!) birthday surprise!

While everyone was still having dinner, Zee and Christine stealthily slipped off to get the cake and her presents. And returned, unbeknownst to the entire dining-hall-ful of residents.. promptly, our table started the birthday song and ended with the entire hall following suit. She was, of course, caught off-guard and very surprised! Mission accomplished.