Thoughts

Eight weeks of university have flown by and here they are, the mid-sem breaks. The joy met with their arrival was celebrated by my uni mates by hosting an 'End of Mid-Sems' Outing to the city on Wednesday after our last exam, biomechanics. I suppose I did have fun though my wallet perhaps did not agree so. Appetito on The Rocks was the place and yes, what lovely furnishings and ambient lighting but asking $26.50 for a bowl of fettucine pasta is just ridiculous, though the price may be reflective of their location. Friday (gettin' down on...) was the group dinner to Sizzler at Kogarah. Oh dear old Kogarah, it's been a while. I ordered their filet steak mignon, since it looked pretty nice on the menu and so thereby, expected it to taste...somewhat different. The red wine jus complimented the beef well though the mignon tasted just like a steak - not worth the $29.95 I paid. Although I just did some research and wikipedia informed me that that cut of beef is usually the most tender and expensive. No wonder.

So uni has taught me many things (as it should) and I've grown to like Usyd. However, I don't think physiotherapy is really the course for me. I find myself much more interested and inclined to the study of body systems rather than the gross anatomy of the body, which is a key component to the study of physiotherapy. To change courses to medicine has been on my mind since day one of starting physio and my desire to do it has been stronger than ever. What physio has shown is only a segment of the human body and how it works and it renders itself to be more intriguing than ever, something that I really want to pursue and learn. I'm willing to undertake the torture known as the UMAT again in hope for a place in undergraduate medicine next year. And if I get in, I know it will be hard work, even more so than what physio is demanding of me but I believe that studying it will be a real privilege and I hope that that is what I am able to do in the very near future. Here starts the journey for medicine again...

Bondi

Bondi Beach at Night
22/04/2011

Lovers in Japan

You should be good.
how are you?

Dinner

It was my turn to cook last night..

I really need to learn how to not use every single plate/bowl in the pantry.

Anyhow, after months of craving Eton Mess after having it for the first time in the UK, I finally made it. It was so delicious and I am pretty much addicted to it right now. It's probably one of the simplest desserts to make (you can whip it up in 10 minutes et voila!) and perhaps, one of the most scrumptious.

What I'm into lately.

All images sourced from the sartorialist.

To buy:

- Hat

- better pair of combat boots; not those shitty ones from wittner

- long black chiffon skirt

- a nice coat

For death

If today was my last day on earth, I'd be leaving the earth feeling though I've not lived but only experienced a static existence. In all my 17 years of mere life, I suppose many things have happened but amongst the highs there are the lows, filled with regrets that haunt me till the very day. How can one possibly live life without any regrets whatsoever? Those who have accomplished that, I commend you for being so brave - facing your fears and achieving what you have set to do so in this temporal life we lead.

I wonder why things are the way they are. Apparently, the years of being a young adult is when you're most vulnerable to lapsing into depression. I hardly find that surprising because these are the most crucial years that shape your outlooks and when your mind is most active and critical.

It must be widely stereotyped, but growing up as an Asian in a western culture has probably induced more problems within than if I were back in Hong Kong. You see aspects to many things and struggle to find the median balance - one where you'll experience harmony. I used to not think my parents as not the pushy Asian parent achieving types though recently have discovered they are perhaps no different to those stereotypically portrayed in the media. Education is important but I'm finding it to be something that I am losing touch with. Learning is interesting but I feel hat my passions lie elsewhere.

And death, why must you always intrigue me so? If I were to die tonight, I'd leave the world with regrets. Then I'd probably bid farewell thee and whisper, the second before I close my eyes, that my heart has more love than it really can contain. I love many people, but sometimes you really can't show it.
If reincarnation is real, I want to come back into this beautiful world as a bird...

In due time

My procrastination has taken to new levels with me feeling an incredible itch to organise my next 18th birthday party. This was all catalysed by reading the Sun Herald where I found a review of the 'Hunky Dory Social Club' located in Paddington. The pictures were quite alluring, as it was a rooftop bar with overgrown shrubs - apparently, exuding a Manhattan atmosphere. And so began my interest in finding a bar to host my 18th party. I had initially wanted a 90s themed 18th, because I am in utter love with the 90s and am sometimes overly nostalgic for that era...but now, I just want to host it at a pretty rooftop bar. The Hunky Dory looks pretty nice though I am not sure how much that is going to cost me. I don't even know if I want it to be big either...or will it be just a girls thing or have just an amalgamation of shizzle. And holy shit, I'm looking at 'The Wine Suites' at Manly. Damn that place is beautiful. Aw man, The Winery at Gazebo is nice too.

Man, I have no freaking clue. I know I don't want a trashy party - wait no-one would want that anyway. I do want people to have fun though I don't want to blow my wallet. Oh what to do.

Screw that, MACCAS FTW

Whenever I fall at your feet.

Crowded House's 'Fall at Your Feet' is perhaps one of the most beautiful and pure songs ever written. I really love Boy and Bear's very recent cover though it never can trump the original.

Anyhow, I feel like I've been very fickle with everything lately. My concentration has flown out the window and I find myself daydreaming a lot. I'm beginning to warm up to university although the thought of mid-semester exams is not exactly the type of thought that 'warms' my heart. Haha. The experience of university is strange to say the very least. I thought I'd grow to become one who'd favour university right from the beginning but right to my sentimental nature, I've not been one who has embraced university from the start. Getting back into routine is always good I suppose though there are it's ultimate downfalls where 24 hours a day never does seem quite enough.

The most amazing thing about uni though, is the amount of knowledge that you gain. It's only been 6 weeks but I feel like I have doubled the amount of knowledge that I had to begin with from the remnants of HSC. You really do most of your learning here and the human brain capacity continues to astound.

Can you believe Easter is on its way? I can still recall the very first time I went to the Easter show with friends...boy, that was fun. And so began the meeting of almost everyone in the grade. Bic Runga's Sway always reminds me of that time period c. 2006. Debbie and I were on a ride where we were situated on kite like structures, simulating the flight of birds or something or rather. Whilst we were up in the air, 'Sway' started to play and at that moment, I felt truly free and loved life to its core. Listening to this song always evokes that feeling.