In the past few weeks, I was thrown in on of the frenziest frenzys' of all time. Assignments piled up sky high. My weekend was consumed by volunteer work. And there were all those seemingly minute details to distract me on the side. With the grace of God, I pulled through. Submitted the final part of my assignment an hour ago but I somehow feel like the relief is going to be rather short lived. This weekend's going to pretty psycho as well by the looks of it. And I only have a month before the final exams. A month. And a whole lot of studying to do. Course work's coming to an end with a final Matlab worksheet and the last psych report of the year due early next week.
Anyways, regardless of all the hype, we still managed to slow down for a bit to celebrate dear Bobbie Lee's 20th birthday. =P. It was done in style in the fourth floor common room of Huia Residence. My definition of 'in style' is a small intimate setting with food that is reminiscent of home and good company to boot. And just that stylish it was. We had sabu sabu (better known as steamboat back in good ole home) and a rather dry gluten free cake that Melitta and I dashed to Foodtown to get on the spur of the moment. Only, to make the cake less abrasive on the troath, we came up with a wicked combination of morbidly dry cake and feverishly sweet Hokey Pokey ice cream, courtesy of Bobbie Lee.
Farrah, the new addition to the fourth floor was kind enough to grace us with her company. It was almost deja vu the way we met. Just like JoBanana, she had no idea how to lock her room door so it was Dimi to the rescue again. I'm the superDoorWoman. Anyhow, Farrah's a med student from the UK who's doing a hospital attachment at the Starship Children's Hospital in Auckland. Her addicitve laughter and medical stories will leave anyone wanting more. Thanks to her, I discovered that a man in the UK stuffed an eel up his anus in the plight of pleasure. Oh how so glad I am that I wasn't that man when he found out his intestines had been consumed by that very source of pleasure.
The birthday boy with his very dry cake. Don't buy cheap cakes from Foodtown. It's safe to say that you get in quality what you pay in quantity.
The hot pot. Only this time we used the rice cooker that we jointly got JoBanana for her 18th birthday. There was tofu, lamb, loads of veges, mushrooms, chikuwa, crab balls, seaweed, etc etc. Kinda disgusting how towards the end, the entire hot pot was filled with oil slick. Blergh. Melitta and I stopped then and there, but we dived for cake and ice cream, not the best direction really.
Do you know that Sabu Sabu gives you pink cheeks??
The cake. After the candles were displaced. It was the icing I tell you! It tricked me big time!
The surprise. Well, not exactly, but it was meant to be a surprise. But Melitta's subtlety gave it off.
The wish. I think he wished he were in Perth at that very moment. =( Stop apocalyptising you!
The dash. Pictured here are Mel and I, making a bee line for the cake. Joey, looking all maxed out on oil slick. Dirty plates lined with kicap, leftovers and the likes.
The loves. Will we still remain this close next year? The unspoken truth looms. And regardless of how I'd like to deny it, I suppose, only time can truly tell.
Oh lookey who's hiding behind the imaginary mask again.
The randomest most oblivious and delusionally fun girlfriend. If you ever play a game of truth or dare, please make sure Mel's there to bring the heat.
The life and soul. It's true. Regardless of the issues. The spates of ill tidings. The minute disagreements. This year would have never turned out to be an eventful one if it weren't for you. Please do not fling ludicrous possiblities in my direction. I have a weak heart and I will sob til my pillow case becomes salty from all the tears.
One big very dysfunctionally happy family I have grown to love.
ps : why are there so many birthdays in October?!?
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