So, this is it.

I'll be heading north in a couple of hours from now. Stuff has been packed and is sitting by the door. I'm not scared to really step out of my comfort zone, for the 2nd time in my life, just curious. My only gripe is this: no walking about the house in a pair of boxers and a T-shirt that resembles a slice of swiss cheese.

Sometimes it does feel pretty good to be independent. Only sometimes.

Today I tried an amazing sounding recipe I snagged off the net. I begun at at 11:30pm, firstly seasoning a top sirloin steak with a blend of grilling spices consisting of a dash of dried peppers (or capsicum), garlic and onions grounded up and tossed with a sprinkle of sea salt and freshly crackled black pepper, then searing it gently for a couple minutes over medium heat with a hint of extra virgin olive oil and unsalted butter. Next, the steak went into the oven, pre-heated to a sweltering 315 degrees Fahrenheit, allowing it to roast undisturbed for 35 minutes.

Mouth-watering, right?


Unfortunately, I failed miserably (ok, not that miserably). It turns out that my pan-seared, oven-roasted slab of cow seasoned in a blend of herbs that would certainly give Colonel Sanders a run for his money (take that KFC and your secret recipe of 14 herbs and spices!), was grossly overcooked. Now, when it comes to steak, overcooking occurs pretty quick, and ruthlessly easily.

The reason for this sad outcome, also the only reason I can surmise, is that I couldn't resist the temptation to add a personal touch to the recipe, to modify it so that I could pass it off as the brainchild of my own culinary ingenuity.

All alone at one in the morning, with an abomination of home-cooked steaks, sure to leave even an amateurish chef shaking his head in disappointment, I was left to ponder why I had not opted for MacDonald's hours earlier. Nonetheless, more importantly, I'd learnt a valuable lesson: inexperienced creativity and blind trial-and-error should never be used together.

And yes, I was afraid. Ronald MacDonald is one scary, scary clown.

My school fees are approximately 9k!

@#!#$!#@%@!$%!

I. Am. Appalled. The so-called academic prestige and international renown had better be worth the exorbitant fees.

Pressure to excel even before the semester begins - just what I needed :|

I could buy 30 "iPod Touch"(s) with that much money..

I was told it'll be barely discernible. "Don't worry", they said, "It'll be as dark as coffee."

So unwittingly, I let them rub some of their 'concoction in a squirt bottle' into my hair.

What I didn't know was that I'd turn into a redhead under lighted conditions. Now, just like a superhero, I transform at night, when the sky is dark and the lamps all come to life. Crime mongers fear the dreaded flash of red before they are rendered unconscious, only to awaken in a dark damp prison cell, with pee in their pants and a big burly inmate smiling queerly at them.

I am NOCTURNAL HAIR MAN! Long name, but aptly descriptive nonetheless.

Please check local listings for availability of heroism. May not be procurable in all regions.


Oh god, I'm going to cry.