Something about July

1. Going through Emma Watson's editorial pictures really makes you feel fashionably inept in one way or another. I can't believe she's growing up. More so,  I can't believe I'm turning 19 very soon! I'm not too hyped up about this because it means that I'm about to enter a new decade in my life. Although I do not have a fancy schmancy childhood but the fact that I'm actually an adult who still clings to her tofu is actually unhealthy, I guess. July is the month of growing up but I am stuck in this limbo. 

I've gotten a lot of comments about this new look I've adapted. My sister thinks that I'm finally getting good at this fashion thing. My mom thinks that I look 19-ish. My friends think I'm getting old. 

2. Why do we call July as Joo-Lie? 

3. It's the time where mooncakes start to go on sale. Anyone up for any black sesame paste mooncakes? 

4. It's the time where mangosteens are in season. Durians too! This means anything durian will be cheap during this time. You have no idea how mangosteens are priced among Melburnians. It's so expensive! Who on earth in their right mind would buy 3 mangosteens that are selling for 3 AUD? That's insane! I can easily get 3 kilogrammes with that amount of money in Kuala Lumpur! So, when I went home, I have mangosteens almost everyday. The hot weather seemed to encourage me to eat more mangosteens because it leaves this nice feeling in your throat after having a few of them. :) My sister and I have a lot of mangosteens everyday to the point that my mom is actually complaining. 

This morning, I saw this Caucasian lady choosing THREE MANGOSTEENS in a wet market. How many kilogrammes is that? 

Oh, my mom just bought SIX kilos of mangosteens. I love her so much. :) 

5. It's that time of the year. Mega Sales. Yes, yes. Adrienne have told me about how sales in Kuala Lumpur is not "real" but still, it gives you an excuse to shop, no but compared to last year, I did very little shopping. I got only two belts, one skirt, one white dress and a pair of tights. That's about it. Most of the shopping is for my lovely sister. In case if you're wondering why I seem to have a lot of new items, that's because my mom did some shopping in the States and I am actually RAIDING her wardrobe. 

The blazer, the rocker chic inspired tee and the gladiators are all hers. Even the belt. If you want to know the belt is nearly 30 years old. The only thing that is mine is the 2.55 and the leggings. I've been raiding my sister's wardrobe as well. 

Silly girl has a new wallet that comes with a new bag. 

6. It's a time of understanding. 

Had one too many arguments with the "twin".  It's very silly. So silly to the point that I might just laugh it off. We've been talking a lot about her music teacher lately. It's very nice to know quite a bit about the things she love. 

7. July's the season to catch up. 

Not Christmas. Sadly enough, I will be working at the end of the year. An internship will do me good and I will be able to test my Homer to Hollywood skills, LIKE FINALLY, in a proper working environment. 

8. Time to munch. 

Glorious, glorious Malaysian food! I just had the worst nasi lemak, by the way. When I was a kid, like 8 years old, I frequent that stall like nobody's business. Now, I think that place sells terrible nasi lemak because it's too oily and the cockles are not fresh at all! 

Oh, as you grow up, you realize how many people have intentions. 

I love Benny Goodman and it has nothing to do with this post.

I want to believe that there are people who can actually read profiles and lists. 

IF you put that you want to find a female flat mate and you mentioned it twice in the listing, why do people STILL INSIST AND HOPE THAT YOU CAN ACCEPT A MALE FLAT MATE? I don't get it really. I don't get it. 

Worse still, I've already got myself a new flat mate and there's still people emailing me if the place is available! I even get phone calls when I did not put up my phone number on the listing! Man, these people are so desperate that they can even invade your life! 

You know what is funny? Is that when I've already got a flat mate, only the emails start to roll in. If only they had emailed me earlier then I would have more options but some emails are pretty silly. 

For example, I've got this one recently: 

"Hi, my name is XYZ and I have a boyfriend. We would like to stay with you and be your flat mate. Thanks".

( Mistake? They never state what they will be doing or give a proper introduction. This sort of mail is definitely going into the trash for sure! )

Another one: 

"Hello! My name is ABC and I am working for Mercedes Automobile. I'm a male, 26, from Germany and I have a girlfriend."

( HA! He has a girlfriend and still wants to stay with two girls? Very interesting! ) 

This one really ticked me off:

"I've added you on MSN. - PQR"

(It made me want to burst because I received this mail after I turned on my MSN. I mean, I access my inbox via MSN and suddenly there's this stranger who added me on MSN and I thought she was some friend from my tutorial. Who knows, she's actually interested in the room! Plus, she has a boyfriend who will be staying with her! I've stated clearly that the room can only fit one person! )

These are only a few out of the many mails I've been receiving for the past month. Most of them seem to have ZERO ability to read the huge print that I'm looking for a single, female, ENGLISH speaking, tidy and responsible flat mate. 

:(

And most of them are university students which is sad. 

Oh, another sort of listing. Remember the tiny detail about me joining an online dating site to conduct a "mini field experiment" so I could find out the reason why people join online dating sites? I guess some males are too blind to see that I DO NOT WANT A FORTY YEAR OLD? 

Sheesh. 

Everytime we say goodbye.

Sometimes, we make mistakes. Maybe I should overlook that factor and try to ignore it. 

But I care too much. It's just so difficult. 

I'd die. 

All over the place.

I feel like a vase. I am not a vase. But my arms, legs and body reminded me of one. I'm all over the place and I have a huge problem when it comes to writing. In this unfamiliarity and heated uncertainty, the almost natural act of word- maneuvering seemed near to impossible. 

And the heat is doing a very good job in keeping me out and about because the sun in Melbourne is not a sun. 


Sore-see. See-sore. 

Went to Seed Cafe ( Next to Chili's in Mid Valley ) because mom said that the food there is not too bad. Turns out to be true. Totally loved their durian ice cream because it was jampacked with real durian but before we could snap anything, it was swimming in our tummies. 

Loved this icy green drink. It's good for the hot weather. The iced coffee is smooth and milky. Not something one can get in Melbourne. I love Melbourne's long black. :) 

The tempura sandwich is nothing special really but it's still edible which is a good thing. 

The lemongrass is very innovative. It's quite different from Thai salads and they are very, very generous with the cashews. 

Green curry wonton noodles. :) 

The chicken is tad bit too burnt but the curry is something to be proud about if you're a huge fan of coconut milk. 

I'm back! Call me babeh!

Bazaar.

Two boys. They could be somebody's brother. Both of them are barely fourteen. You could tell. The way they are dressed up. Both had black on. One had glasses with thick frames. The in-thing right now. But there was more. One had a cigarette. It could be Lucky Strikes or Lucky Sevens. Nobody really knows. See. Rings of smoke floating escaped those dark lips. The taste of freedom. It mars his innocence. The cigarette, yellow and white, sat in between fingers. It is as if its the hundredth time he has done it.