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Sunday, February 13th, 2011
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7:35 pm
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| Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007
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12:47 pm - desire brunch?
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what you need:
- half a turkish roll.(cut it at an angle. looks better) halved, sandwich-style.
- sliced mushrooms. as much as you deem fit.
- fresh tomato-based pasta sauce. i usually get the type with bits of other stuff in it.
- 1 slice of swiss cheese
- salad greens. as much as you can handle.
- an egg
- dijon mustard
- a slice of halloumi cheese
- mixed italian herbs
- salt to taste
- a very tiny bit of butter
how to put them all together:
- first, a large plate and a large pan. place the 2 halves of the turkish roll on the pan on medium heat. get the white sides lightly browned. place on plate.
- on the thinner slice(usually the top side of the roll), spread a thin layer of dijon mustard. pile on some salad greens.
- on the pan which is still hot, place the slice of halloumi. sprinkle mixed italian herbs liberally on each side. just lightly brown each side and then take off the pan and place on top of the greens on the dijon-mustardised slice.
- still on heat, grease the pan very lightly with the butter and the crack and fry the egg. salt as desired. take off of pan and place on plate separate from the bread.
- lightly brown the sliced mushrooms and then put in a few tablespoons of the pasta sauce until the mushrooms are nicely coated. when the mixture starts to simmer, turn heat off.
- scoop the mushroom and pasta sauce mixture onto the other side of the roll. place the slice of swiss cheese on top of that.
serve. and then finish off with a glass of apple-mango juice and a bit of mixed-berry yoghurt.
preparation time: 10 minutes
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| Monday, July 2nd, 2007
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4:40 pm
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| Tuesday, February 13th, 2007
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7:48 pm
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| Saturday, February 3rd, 2007
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2:53 pm - and changes
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news:
firstly, i dyed my hair. apparently it's ash green but it's more ash than green and looks kinda like the blonde i used to have except ashier, but i love it.
secondly, I"M GOING BACK TO AUSTRALIA ON TUESDAY!!!!!!!
yes i am very excited.
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| Wednesday, January 31st, 2007
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1:32 am - soon.
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12:43 am
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| Thursday, January 25th, 2007
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12:54 am - shirley phelps.
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| Monday, January 15th, 2007
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1:12 am - madonna vs gwen stefani - what you hung up for
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| Friday, January 5th, 2007
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12:06 am
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i am so moodswingy it's not funny anymore. i need professional help.
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| Sunday, December 31st, 2006
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7:01 pm
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| Friday, December 29th, 2006
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12:20 am - desperately seeking:
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- a willing, passionate photographer
- a caucasian-looking female model
available on the 13th and/or the 20th of january.
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| Saturday, December 9th, 2006
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12:22 am - fiiive naked meeeeeeeen!
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| Monday, December 4th, 2006
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7:31 pm - meme
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2:48 am - aaaaaaaa i looove Bruno!
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| Saturday, December 2nd, 2006
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1:29 am - seriously, do NOT read this! (not like anyone would, anyway)
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| Friday, December 1st, 2006
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3:38 pm - it's this one thing that got me tripping
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my father told me the funniest thing yesterday. after the fall(a few days ago on the stairs), he said that i limped down the stairs and when i got to the landing, i looked back and gasped because only then did i notice the blood, and exclaimed, "AAAccckk! i'm bleeding! how inconvenient!"
it's weird, the things that i say sometimes.
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| Thursday, November 30th, 2006
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1:02 am - finally
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| Wednesday, November 29th, 2006
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12:22 am - thus far
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Flight
I woke up early on Saturday morning. 3 hours of sleep was just not enough, but it was all I could manage. I spent most of the night packing my bags and clearing up my room, making a list of the things I would be leaving behind. Why did I wake up so early? I really don’t know. 7.30am and I couldn’t and didn’t want to get back to sleep. I wanted to get out of the empty room with a large bag in a corner. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. Breakfast? I emptied the contents of a carton of chocolate soymilk into a mug and sliced an orange. I still had 6 oranges left and I didn’t want them to go to waste. I knew my landlords were awake so I took the oranges, a month’s worth of rent and the list I spent all night making to the adjoining house. After speaking to Beno and Sylvia for a while, I returned to my room. Beno had volunteered to drive me to Clayton or Huntingdale train station at 10 so I didn’t have to call a cab. I sat on my bed all dressed and ready to leave. I don’t know what I thought about, but I thought.
Beno drove me to Maddy’s place to drop some things off and then to Huntingdale. I bid them goodbye and lugged the behemoth to the train station and waited for the train to arrive. I wondered what I would do until 5. I tried to take in as much of my surroundings as I could but the lack of sleep was creeping over me. I thought. I boarded the train to Southern Cross station. I thought maybe I should stop by the city for a while to get a cup of coffee. I looked at my bag and decided not to. I let myself slip into a gentle slumber in the train. I arrived at Southern Cross. I took my time and walked to the bus depot to catch the airport shuttle bus. It was half past 12. I wondered what I would do until 5. I bought a ticket for the bus and boarded it. I left my bag in the cage and sat at the far back. I stared blankly out the window. I was too tired to think. I reached the airport and walked to the counter to see if it was open for check-in. It wasn’t. I walked around the airport to see if there was anything worth seeing and ended up at Hungry Jacks. My first fast-food in Melbourne. I chose a seat at the far corner of the food court and ate my burger and fries as slowly as I could. I switched on my laptop and watched Nip/Tuck. 2 episodes later, I checked my luggage in. Feeling lighter, I walked around the airport a little more to see what I had missed before. I found a seat and watched several more episodes. At half past 3, I entered the Gate. After the necessary security and departure processes, I walked around the duty-free shops. I bought the latest issue of GQ, a bottle of Blue Gum Honey for my father and a tin of chocolate-coated macadamias for my mother. I found a café and ordered a cup of hot chocolate. I was too tired to think. My body moved at it’s own will- as though it were programmed to do so. At 5, I entered the plane and found my seat. An aisle seat. I had specifically asked for one so I could stretch my legs. A lady came up to me and asked me if I could take her seat instead as she wanted to sit beside her daughter. I did not think too hard about it and I reluctantly gave my seat up. I was rather annoyed but I was tired. I got a window seat instead. I spoke briefly to the friendly old lady beside me. I attempted to sleep but I couldn’t. I forced myself to watch movies but I was too tired to pay much attention to the screen. I enjoyed the food though.
8 hours later, I landed in Singapore. I bought a Mac eyeshadow from a duty-free shop and proceeded to the arrival hall to collect my bag. My mother, uncle, aunt and the two kids were there. They did not see me arrive. I came up behind them and involuntarily surprised them. My uncle drove us home.
Stitch
Monday, after my morning routine as I was going downstairs, I tripped on the top step of the staircase and fell. I felt a sharp pain on my foot but I thought it was just a sprain. I limped downstairs and realized that there was a trail of blood of the white tiles. I looked at my foot and saw that the skin between my 2nd and 3rd toes had torn. It was as if someone had pulled my toes apart. It was a deep gash, an inch long. I thought of a vagina. I had a pussy between my toes. My father accompanied me to the clinic. The doctor who examined me said that he couldn’t do anything because it was too deep and told me to go to the hospital. My father and I went to the nearest hospital. The doctor examined the wound and said that he would have to call a surgeon to stitch it up. The surgeon arrived and gave me 3 local anesthetic injections- one on the top of my foot and two on the sole. The nurse tied a tourniquet around my leg. I pulled my cap over my face so I wouldn’t have to see what was going on. The surgeon trimmed off the jagged edges of skin around the wound. Then he cleaned the wound. He then stitched the wound up. 12 stitches between my second and third toes of my right foot.
November 23, 2006, 00:47
I am lying on my bed, imogen heap on the radio, thinking of what to type next. I met up with Tim and Brendan (separately) today. I walked a great deal today and I am worried about my foot. Blood has soaked through the bandage. Maybe I should stop walking so much. Maybe I should go to the doctor in the morning to check if I’m going to die. Maybe I will.
Maybe I shouldn’t have had that coffee just now.
I am feeling unsettled. I’m not getting a good feeling from this. And I know I should trust my instincts. The lady at the Wiccan coven said so. I’m not supposed to be here. I’m not comfortable. Bad energies. I am unnecessarily solemn. I am distancing myself from myself. I walk around as though in a heavy mist. I think I have stopped feeling. Yet I am feeling so many things at once. I don’t know the names of these feelings. Maybe I don’t want to know. Maybe I don’t feel anything at all. I don’t know.
Too many things. Too quick. Yet I can’t wait.
I am ready to be blind again.
November 27, 2006, 20:06
Still no internet connection. if I was the same Dylan I was at the beginning of this year, I would have gone ballistic. I would have screamed at my parents and this entry would not have been such a sober one.
So what do I do all day? Nothing. I don’t feel like going out, I can’t go to the gym because of my foot, I don’t want to go out and meet anyone because I don’t want to spend any money, I don’t feel like spending any money anyway(weird huh). And I haven’t gotten a job yet. Gosh I can’t wait to work. I signed up to work as a sales assistant at Raoul/ Guess yesterday and I hope I get a reply soon before the boredom kills me for being fat and lazy. It’s not only to dispel the boredom: I need the money. And I want the money. I saw a fantastic new store (I cannot recall the name right now) at Vivocity the day before yesterday. Moreover, I might want to take a trip to Melaka to see Dirk. I really don’t know whatever for, but I want to see him. It has been a long time and he has always treated me with utmost respect and concern. In fact, I would like it very much for us to get married and live in Paris or London happily ever after. I know that is never going to happen but I enjoy his company very much. Who was I speaking to about my love life? Hah, every one I’ve managed to catch up with thus far- Tim, Brendan, Jeremy, Alex(oh and he gave me a haircut yesterday. I’m so proud of it. I will post pictures here sometime soon, hopefully.) And it’s weird because I usually have a hell lot to say about this topic but this time, I really have nothing to report (except for the brief bathhouse encounter but that really was nothing). And it doesn’t worry me at all. Actually, it seems so far away that I feel not the least requirement to be in any way concerned. And did I mention the time Vic and I went up to that quaint little Wiccan coven/shop? Probably not, I have not been writing much. What happened was Vic and I met up the day before I left so that I could get all the souvenirs to please the people back home. We went to this New Age/Mystic/Wiccan/Weird shop where I got something for ******* and I needed a pouch to contain the gift and the shopkeeper said that she had run out of pouches and that I should go to another shop across the city area to get one. So we did. And this shop was made to resemble a witch’s house (I felt so at home there). This lady greeted us and showed us a little around the shop and explained some stuff about Wicca to us and the significance of some of the stuff she had there. Vic and I then picked out some Hawk feathers and asked what they were for and she sat us down and told us it was used for cleansing or something for rituals and she proceeded to show us how it was done. Vic and I sat across each other at a small table with a pot/crucible/small black bowl-ish thingy with incense and charcoal burning in it. The witch lady threw in some incense, told us to close our eyes, and proceeded to waft the smoke from the pot with the feather towards us and some other mumbo-jumbo. So the point of telling you this is, that after the “ritual” the lady mentioned that she sensed that I required a potion. Being an inquisitive brat, asked her what kind of potion, to which she replied that she sensed I was in need of a love potion. I was dumbfounded and as usual, cracked some lame joke. When Vic and I left the store and were at a safe distance from it, we burst out laughing and he said that duh! We're gay! You don’t need a spider-sense to tell I need a love potion.
But you see, I was just playing on the stereotype. I really don’t feel the need for one. And no, I’m not in denial. Really.
Anyway, I feel fat. I need to work out. I think I’m turning into one of those obsessive gymnomaniacs(?). I can’t help it. I’m getting older and we all know what old Indian men look like. Eugh.
November 28, 2006, 21:21
Feeding free wireless Internet connection off McDonalds. Finally. Pics soon, when my own Internet's up. Soon.Hopefully.
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| Saturday, November 18th, 2006
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3:32 am - behold, i'm coming soon
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