I hate having friends that are guys. Especially close friends.

I came across the delightfully chewy vege-root last year at the Ice Queen diner on Aviemore Drive. The name is something of a misnomer, as the only thing my family and I ate were steamed buns, bland corn soup and salad, consisting of seaweed, bean sprouts and this never-before-seen rooty thing.
I did enjoy it.It was rather chewy due to the threads that run through it, and the marinade/dressing went with it very well.

Skip forward the better part of a year, and I am now on a ten hour long haul to Seoul. Oo, lunch! Bibimbap, PLEASE. And thus my next encounter with the wonderfully crunchy, yet chewy yellow-white rooty thing. Mm.. yummy.

So now, on a bored, meandering surf throuh the interwebs, I look up bibimbap, and riffle through the list of usual ingredients. Mm. Doraji. Google Image the word, and you find pictures of chilli sauced jullienned rooty things. They look positively hunger-denting, in my opinion.

And so I will try to find the things fresh, anywhere in New Zealand.

Upon telling the bunch about how David's ex claimed to be prettier than me (which she probably is):

"Hey! Bonnie has a lot of inner beauty!"

Now I feel unpretty.

NB: I need to be unsuperficial.

In light of the fact that I have now mastered the complex art of making steamed egg, I think I'll impart the valuable, yet wildly vague recipe. Do bear in mind that I don't use measurements, I just add what I like, however much I like.

First an foremost, you prepare the filling of your choice.
My personal favourite are dried scallops and shrimps, so I leave them to boil, and then soak until separated into separate strands. Leave them while you prepare the eggs.

In a bowl I beat together eggs, the number depends on how many people you're feeding; one if you're feeling just a teense peckish, two if for about one person, three for two, and so on. Very vague, but whatever.
Add a splash of milk to the eggs, about half a cup for every two eggs you have in there.
Add about a table spoon of normal cooking oil and a teaspoon of sesame oil (it makes it smell and taste a world better).
Oh. And salt. Always salt.
Take the shrimps/scallops out of the water and make sure the scallops are in separate strands before you add them to the egg, then add the water you boiled it in to the mixture.
Beat it all in a bowl together, and pour it into whatever you're serving it in. One massive dish, a bowl, ramekins, whatever.

Get a steamer, or a suitable alternative, and three cups of water should be enough. Place the bowl, etc in the steamer and set the stove on mid heat (I put mine at 6). After ten minutes, make sure the surface of the egg is firm, and preferably smooth. If it IS bubbly you've probably left it on for too long, or the temperature is too high.
Set the stove down to a quarter heat and leave for 5 - 10 minutes.

When you think it's done (hey, I just guess), take the egg out safely and add soy sauce.

Voila.

Why is HE so beautiful? And I don't even know who he is. Man, I wish I was like that.

damn, I wanna watch Harry Potter 6. And have I mentioned John Williams is a genius? John Williams, the guy who wrote the music for Harry Potter, Star Wars, Indiana Jones, what else... hrrm.

But anyway. Having seen the trailer, I WANNA WATCH NAO. Bastards at Warner Brothers keep postponing the release date so that now, HP6 is coming out in July next year, as opposed to this year T_T wankers.

-sigh- Trailer just makes the movie that much more epic 8D

And maybe I should mention that Professor Horace Slughorn is being played by none other than Jim Broadbent, whom we all possibly know as
- Bridget Jones' father
- Harold Zidler from Moulin Rouge
- Inspector Frank Butterman from Hot Fuzz

List. Endless. Goes on.
I can't say I saw it coming, but not that I know, HE'S PERFECT. WOOTWOOTWOOT.

Trailer. Here y'go, dears.


Heh.
Ron. In love with Romilda Vane. Makes me laugh.

This guy is THE SHIT. Like, who else?


See? My case is rested.

Argh.
LiveJournal. Too computer-literate for me. WAI.
Question. How d'you get someone else's moodtheme?
Particularly that of aatash, the person who translated a number of the Ouran High School Host Club drama CDs. Namely, the first one. The one with all the Goodnight dialogues/monologues. Oo hoo hoo yeees.
But anyway. answers, pl0x.

And btw, my brother brought home a stack of Armageddon pamphlets, so I have the ticket pricings.

Adult - $16.00
Child - $10.00
Family (2 adult, 3 children) - $45.00

Of course I suggest we go with the family, because we all save $7.00, which is g00t.
Just need to decide who's willing to go as a child. I know Elfie's up for it, as long as she wears a cutesy kindy hat that makes her look so little -squee-
And we can go to Real Groovy which is chocka full of VINYL ZOMG. The place is my Mecca. Like ROWAN ATKINSON LIVE IN BELFAST LP FTW. W00t. I love the place. LUVVIT. So much vinyl. I could die happy. If I was suicidal. Which I WAS. But not much nao.
Man, I love the city. We must find a property and LIVE THERE. Yes.

I have also taken an interest in the Japanese virtual boyfriend website, WebKare. Unfortunately, it's all in Japanese. Which is somewhat of a drawback. Yes. Somehow it reminds me of some other Flash animation game. *cough* Absolute Obedience *cough*

Hmm. Yes. WebKare. Omoshirosou.
Alrighty. Beddy bye bye. no?

I can't believe my dad is unbelievably stubborn. And STUPID.

I've been wanting a record player for a couple of months now, but my dad is strongly against the idea.

His logic is that the things are incredibly outdated and expensive and difficult to maintain. I will have to get records to play on it, and I will need to replace the needle, and the things are incredibly expensive. We're talking up to $40, and possibly over.
He also says that record players and records are incredibly outdated, but for crying out loud, what the hell does he know?
Looking through the internet, they're still made and the simple, 3 speed, belt drive ones cost upward of $200.
I'm not particularly interested in the more fancy expensive ones, duh.

I also looked at the records in Real Groovy, and although I flicked through them briefly, I've not seen a single record that was over $40.
There are some that are just $3.95 and I admit the aren't particularly popular, but still. Imagine the ones they sell on TradeMe.

Dad also says that you'd pay twice as much for a record player now, than you would whe they were in fashion, but WHAT A DICK. I may as well pay now, before they become completely and utterly antiquated.

Asshole.

Math class was much enlightening, we learnt about conic sections, and basically covered circles and ellipses. Yay. Bonded a bit more with the rest of the class. Billy happens to know about crunchyroll.com. And small talked about music.

BUT ANYWAY. Rushed out of class and into the car, to zoom straight to the town hall. From New Lynn to the city in less than half an hour was , lemme tell you, much stressful. Especially when my mum's driving and she's going "Which way is it to the city?".

Persuaded to get her to turn left into some car park, and I dashed out of the car and through the back entrance into the town hall.
Huffed and puffed much (I am so unfit, it's pathetic).

Met up with the rest of the music bunch, coerced into glomping with Davence -har har-, and generally panicking about where the hell Alan

John Psathas concert. Mad cool. Crazy fantastic. Words fail me.

The first half was much interesting. Especially the third and last movement. Piano, cello and clarinet trio. Watched the cellist most ofthe time. You knew something mad was gonna happen when he walked in with that mad green shirt. Well. Something mad did happen. He did. He was totally mad. Head banging reminiscent of that guy from Macleans. Liek woooahh.

Apart from shitting bricks worrying where the hell Alan was, it was good.
He turned up 40 minutes late, the stupid idiot. HE GOT HIMSELF LOST. Went to Princes St and Cook St. ARGH.

Anyway. Second half. Started with Abhisheka. W00tles. Favourite composition by John Psathas evar. WOuld've stood up and danced interpretively to it, if I didn't have so much shame.

After the second half, the three of us music geeks (James, Nicolle, and moi) decided to give a standing ovation.Like W00p.

Decided to talk to the mad cellist, who was now wearing a multicolour waistcoat LOL.
My introductory line"I just thought I'd like to say you're AWESOME".
-facepalm-

But that's not all, folks.
On the ride home, Nicolle and I decided to get home on Darren's car.
Best experiece evar.
Laughed non-stop on the way home.
Even when Nicolle pointed out there was a hubcap rolling away from us and smacking into the truck behind us.
ROFLMAOALHLDAFVNLKAZNDSRO. Har.

Got home, short of breath, need I say.
Noticed the hubcap on the front left wheel of Darren's car was ern, missing. Hee~