Still feeling sick!

This bug/infection thingie I've got is really bugging me now. Pun wasn't intended.
First of all I can't eat anything but plain yoghurt, which puts me in a crappy mood & I can't cook. I usually really enjoy going out for a meal & we went to Tea House tonight which is one of my favourite places, but I could feel my body craving soup or fruit, which ever is easier to swallow. The steroids are making me feel yuck & my tummy isn't doing too good either. Plus I've been coughing so hard...if anyone sees my lung somewhere, please return it back to me!

Anyway, Tea House is usually one of my favourite spots. I still don't get why its so surprising that I talk to the chinese waiters in chinese. When I say something to them in chinese, they look at me like I was wearing a see through dress. I mean Mandarin's just another language and anyone can learn a language right? When I return the fork & spoon they give me with my meal & ask for chopsticks, they look it me like I'd just asked for all the cash in their register! Let me just say that I actually speak chinese & eat with chopsticks better than my chinese friends, who do both quite rubbishly.

I think its really weird when people assume that someone doesn't speak the same language as them. There's such an international community in Singapore I guess I'm always open to a German guy speaking Punjabi or an Indian guy speaking Spanish (both of which I've seen happen). I don't drop my jaw in amazement as most people do, they're just bilingual. It's not all that much of an achievement is it?!? I kinda think its a little bit funny, i.e. when I see a lot of Sindhi's here from Malaga & they look/act like Spanish people & can rattle off in Spanish for hours, or when they're from Hong Kong & speak Cantonese at rapid speed. But not WOW material.

But the most annoying thing for me is when Indian people, talk about me, with me standing right there, thinking that I can't understand them. Hindi, Punjabi, Tamil, Haryanvi, Gujrati, whatever. I understand you, you fool! They just act so cheap making comments & I can't be bothered actually wasting even a second of my time saying anything back to them. I usually just give them a look, which kinda lets them know I did understand what they said. But maybe I also don't say anything, 'cuz I really don't know what to say! It's the stupidest thing they could do, and its also kinda the reason I'm really apprehensive in hanging out a lot with the Indian community here. I don't mind getting to know some of them over cultural shows and stuff...but I really feel out of place in their 'get togethers'. I'm so glad I know some really nice desi people & it's a whole lot of fun when we do get together. We're like a huge group of 50 guys & girls, and these desi people are different from your usual FOBs.

Over the years we've celebrated diwali, holi, eid, christmas, pongal, onam and every other religious festival with such flair. Plus I'm really lucky to have some awesome international friends who're quite open to other cultures (and being as we're all from a different country, it does help!) and have always celebrated major holidays with me. My flat is such a melange of cultures we're constantly having a party for something or the other. With so much to celebrate, I have so many happy memories to take through with me in life.

In our flat we have 7 birthdays, 4 are in December, (try and imagine HOW many presents sit under our christmas tree which usually comes up in our flat at the end of November & stays up till January) we've got to celebrate diwali, holi, eid (at the end of ramadan), name day (a greek tradition), easter, the greek easter, onam, pongal, some buddhist holiday I can't remember, baisakhi, choti eid & christmas. Our flat is so full of parties, we don't need any more reason's to party! And I absolutely love it :)

When I was young & I heard people talking about the awesome experiences I was gonna have as I grew up, I had no idea they were gonna be this awesome! When people said 'In uni you'll make friends that'll last a lifetime', I had no idea those friendships were gonna grow & we were gonna become a part of each other's families. Celebrating every significant other, standing up for each other when someone was hurt, mourning losses or parents, getting excited about engagements & upcoming weddings, celebrating graduations, babies, birthdays & a whole load more! I love you guys & I love our 310 family.

So here's to the nights we can't remember, with the friends we'll never forget!

And I'm sick of eating this £1.60 a packet rip off of Kurkure. If anyone knows where to get Kurkure in the UK, or anyone's willing to post me a couple of packets from India- please get in touch!!!!! I miss my kurkure!!!!!!!

My eyes, Sushi recipe, something about a manicure & odd friendships.

So much to say, so little space on Blogger :) My mind is just whizzing right now. Actually it's pretty tired too, 'cuz I'm still sick & I need sleep. Right, another thing- why isn't anyone actually taking part in my poll??! Is it 'cuz its boringly medical & its not about Britney Spears' pregnancy test or Paris Hilton's thong? 'Cuz if that's the reason you gotta let me know, I'm very accommodating (how many c's & how many m's?!? Eek! I can't spell), I can change it if you like.

This morning as I ran out the door with yoghurt in one hand, talking to my mum on the phone, tripping over books and my charger cable, I stopped briefly to slap some make up on my face. Partly because I looked like death itself & I really didn't want little kids pointing at me againin horrow. The only thing that I could grab was some eye liner/kajal so I put some on. Thats when I saw them again. (Well _obviously_) But yeah...where was I? Oh yeah, my eyes! I saw my eyes. People have always said I've got nice eyes. (Thank you people). It's on my top 4 list of what I like about my body (along with my hair, my nails & my ankles- apparently I have thin ankles & not cankles, which is an expression I was shocked to discover a couple of years ago). But getting back to my eyes. Yeap, love 'em. Eyes are definately the way to one's soul. And I know that when I smile, when I'm truly happy, my eyes smile too =) *awwwwwwwwwww moment!*

Okay so that's not the nicest picture of my eyes, but it was the only one I could find. Whatever. Next yummy topic- Sushi!!! So incredibly easy to make!!

• Boil some sushi rice & keep aside to cool.
• Pick the stuffing that you want to wrap (eg. cucumber, peppers, salmon, tuna, prawn- see I stuck vegetarian stuff in there too! =P ) and chop in tiny pieces.
• On your rolling mat place a sheet of seaweed that you're gonna wrap the ingredients in.
• Smoothen a layer of rice halfway on the seaweed sheet, place the ingredients in the center of the layer of rice & gently but tightly wrap the rice with the aid of the mat.
• Fasten the end bit of the seaweed sheet by moistening with a touch of water.
• Cool your sushi in the fridge for 3 hours before cutting into desired slices with a moist knife. Enjoy!

My yummy lunch from this afternoon.

Another thing thats on my mind right now are my nails. Like my fingernails. I've never ever been able to grow them long and usually when I trim them they look so short & stubby. Ugly, ugh! In junior school my mum cut 'em for me 'cuz you weren't supposed to have them long apparently. In midde school I started karate lessons and for all those years I wasn't allowed to have them long 'cuz you can hurt people while sparring. Yeah sure, what the heck does karate teach us to do anyway??! When I shared that opinion with my sensai, boy did I get in trouble. Finally in high school I had to endure my dad's opinions on my 'jangali naakhoon' and keep them short because it's practical. Ummm, I was in high school- practical wasn't in my vocabulary back then. Hell, it isn't even now! What does the term 'practical' refer to anyhoo?! When I escaped to university I rejoiced in finally being able to have my nails long. I had such fantasmic images of bonding with girl friends while chatting over manicures, so Legally Blonde-esq. Then I did a double turn and I realised I was studying medicine. Keep your nails short, all our clinical guidelines yelled. I agreed once again to cut my nails. This time I also did it a little bit willingly 'cuz you really don't want your gloves to rip because of your long nails while you perform a vaginal, or even worse a rectal exam on someone. My hands have been places & seen so much!

But, I have been sick for almost three weeks now & for Becky & Peter's wedding over the weekend, my nails had grown enough to deserve a well earned manicure. And so I did. =) I polished & buffed, shaped & painted and I love the way they look now.

Ahem, please also notice the very gorgeous diamond...I love that ring!!! =)

And lastly, today I spoke to an old friend. He sent me an old old video he had of me, that I'd forgotten about & it was all good. =) I have the weirdest friends in the weirdest places. All my good friends have nothing in common with me, we love sharing all out craziness with each other & sometimes go with the other's flow to just enjoy what the person likes to enjoy. Exactly like this picture.

All odd friendships. (I represent the pigeon by the way, all by buddies are the cute little chimp. Wait, he is kinda cute. On second thought- I'm the chimp! Except it's a she-chimp now.)
Me & Jess. She's the over achieving, hard working, goody good christian.
Me & Susu. He's a lawyer, with a flair for the English language & loves to diss everyone every chance he gets.
Me & Mick. My alternative grunge lovin' baby brother who can bore me to death with his Jungian/Freudian (whatever's cool this week) theories that I could never give a crap about.
Me & Coco. The geek, the engineer, the ardent christian & painter.
Me & Ste. The scouse musician/lawyer who wants to buy property in Azerbajan with a love for history (puke!). He should be president of the States!
Me & mum. The amazingly strong woman with such honest principles, a gentle loving demeanor & faith in Sikhism.
Me & Sunny. The womanizing charmer, with a huge business funda and a 7 digit salary.
Me & Vik. The mechatronics freak who would have difficulty picking between a basketball & a robot for a date. He'd probably pick them both over sex to be honest.
Me & Squid. The girly girl, so dedicated to her fiance, bhukhi all the time but never putting on an ounce of weight!!!

All these people, so different from me. I love that you're my friends. You're more actually, you're family. (My mum & brother toh literally na.) Thank you for being my angels & having me in your lives. I love you all!!