A Certain Romance

Just brushed my teeth.That sharp Listerine effect hasn't left my mouth yet,but at least it smells healthy.I know recently they introduced the mild-version of Listerine that's supposed to be "less intense",but the sole reason I use Listerine is because of the sharp Listerine effect-it's painful but only for a minute or so after,and that pain makes my gums feel healthier somehow.When I told this to a friend,she called me sadomasochistic.I think she's been watching a bit too much porn.

As far as Saturdays go,today was pretty productive and even with the uni library's sleepy ambiance and creepy silence I managed to not fall asleep in that dungeon for a few hours.Truth is,I feel happy.This is the best Saturday I've had in weeks-and maybe because the last five days have been hectic and crazily disorganized,that the littlest amount of peace I get now is magnified a hundred times.

Right now all I'm craving for is a cup of tea.Not just tea actually,but the Chinese tea at-what's it called-the Japanese restaurant at Melbourne Central,near Nandos.The food there is fooking expensive-three dollars for two slices of sushi,each not bigger than a newborns penis-but for two dollars (or so),you get a small cup of chinese tea with free refills.They serve the tea in one of those fancy pots filled with leaves and all kinds of nice-smelling goodies that inexplicably have a great therapeutic effect.So anyone with life issues to solve I highly recommend going over to Tomadachi (yes,now I remember) for a cup of Chinese tea-okay now that I'm writing it,it sounds weird that they're serving Chinese tea in a Japanese restaurant.It's probably Japanese,but something about 'Japanese tea' reminds me of urine,so for now let's call it Chinese tea-anyhu,call a friend or two-or go alone if you feel like it,especially during those times when you're head's so messed up you can't be bothered to socialise or just need some alone time-and have some tea.It probably won't answer all those problems bothering you,but for a while you're allowed to sip some tea and think of absolutely nothing but how good it smells,how great the hot cup feels in your hands and the fact that no matter how annoyed the waitress feels after you ask your 700th refill-it's your money,your time and she's not even pretty enough to make you give two shits.

Went to Greasy Joe's at St Kilda to celebrate Mae's 19th yesterday-I'd post some pics but I feel lazy-anyhu,my point is: the burgers there are TO DIE FOR.The prices aren't cheap-but convert them into Malaysian Ringgit,and you'll find that it's pretty much what you pay for a decent steak or burger in Chili's or TGIF back home.After ordering our food-I kept pestering the guy who was serving us-first it was candles cos' our tables were too dim,then extra sauce,then where's the toilet,bla bla bla-to the point where he blurted out ''Man,you ask for a lot of things don't you''.I wouldn't have been annoyed by this,if not for the fact that the place was practically empty except for another group of five or so seated elsewhere and the two middle-aged men at the bar drinking beer.But later on,I pestered him again (determined,as a customer to not let these bastards make me feel inferior) because they gave me wedges instead of chips-and in return,he gave me a free bowl of chips (do the math,chips+wedges=joy).So conclusion,a free bowl of chips more than makes up for a rude waiter.

Back at Mae's home where all of us played Taboo,which at one point had me laughing like a madpig.The word/answer was 'twins'.

Mae: Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen are-?
Schien: LAME!

Bwahahaha.

Winter's on,and for neurotically self-conscious fat farts like me-it means being able to don a thick winter jacket that discreetly hides the bulging stomach-especially after a big meal when it looks like I'm 2 years pregnant,and the baby just refuses to come out-the winter jacket keeps me warm in more ways than one.What else is great about Winter?-well,a lot of people would list the reasons why they hate winter and I don't blame them-what's not to hate?The bone chilling temperatures,the raised electric bills from using the heater,the fact that the beach's off-limits unless you have a suicidal wish to die from pneumonia-but then again,there's lot to love about Winter.This sounds stupid and cliche,but what the hell-it's romantic.Oh yes,even more romantic if you can ignore the absence of snow.I'm reminded of that scene in Wicker Park,in which Josh Hartnett & Diane Kruger go out for a walk in the snow.It's romantic but on a small scale-no big proposals,reaffirming of emotions or whatever-but it's romantic,I can tell you that.