taste life.

yesterday morning at the schools was living hell. the demons could have eaten me alive!

kids. and why i'll never have them.

after the total nightmare, went to have lunch with ivan, then homed to sleep. woke up when the boyfr got back from work and made EGG MAYO!

oh, the joys of FOOD.

ingredients falling in nicely into the bowl is always a comfort. yesterday, i rediscovered the magic of food and why i fell in love with it in the first place.

even the simplest things, cheese and crackers (a la wallance and gromit!), hummus and pita bread, potato salad (only my version will do, of course.), sauteed mushrooms, baked potatoes with every filling you can imagine is sometimes enough to make me cry. the simplicity, combined with the startling complimenting flavours really can bring one down to earth.

theraputic, i call it. i missed this. homemade bites and snacks that i've neglected, i'm apologizing for how i've forgotten the way you make me feel.

romantisizing has never been in my character, but with food, it's a love affair. how could anyone not succumb to the majesty of foie gras, or be humbled by a peasent dish of ratatouille?

in short,

ohh egg mayo, the stuff of gods.

WHO THE FUCK IS REBECCA BLACK?

that's what i'd like to know. everyone on facebook is bombarding the girl and i have no clue who they're talking about. god i hope that's not a sign of old age.

anyway, i googled the name, and came up with a song with the word friday in it. or maybe that was the song. apparently it's so bad, people want to kill her. but that's it. (sheri said she sounds worse than beiber, and that's really saying something.)

whatever happened to the superstars, i'd like to know? the other day, i was playing michael jackson and enjoying it, these two kids in the reception area started sniggering. and what are THEY listening to?

lady gaga, bruno mars, selena gomez, BEIBER?

i'm not hating, i swear. these people may be talented in their own right, but they're chicken nuggets of performers when compared to the real pros of the previous era. look at the eagles, iron maiden, mj, queen, michael learns to rock, boys II men. how many of the current artists can boast of being legends when they die?

i have to inject here, that the last straw was when i heard katy perry on the radio in the van.

"i wanna see your peacock, cock, cock

your peacock, cock

your peacock, cock, cock

your peacock."

was with ivan and sherman, all three of us brust out in simultaneous laughter, and through out sputtering managed the words,

"WANT TO SEE THEN SAY LAHH!"

i'm rather glad to say that i'm not alone in this. the mother of one of our students was discussing the music blaring into the ears of kids nowadays and SHE thought this particular song was ridiculously retarded.

just goes to show how the standards have dropped, innit.

sure, it has it's entertainment value. but why in hell isn't it's shelf-life taken into consideration? for example, pretty soon, no one will remember this song i'm sure, unless it's used as a joke.

i don't know about you, but bad music kind of makes me feel embarrassed to be a part of this generation. all this fusion music gives me a headache and reminds me of how sometimes, less is more.

kudos to musicians like RED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS, JOHN LEGEND, IMOGEN HEAP, INCUBUS, THE ACADEMY IS, LOST PROPHETS, JASON MRAZ and the like, for sticking to their roots. ily so much you don't even know. whatever would i listen to without you around, i shudder thinking of.

some bad, for satisfaction.

came into the office at 12 only to wait for 2 hours for boss to come open the door. fml.

fortunately for me, i've got colleagues who love me enough pamper me. apparently, everyone's had a shitty enough day to sympathise for once.

can't wait for the sub at home, meatball freak!

am so tired i could die.

if only.

vent vent vent.

hence marks my official entrance into the ranks of music instructors. and guess what i'm teaching!

(oh stacy help me, i wish i were you.) the ukulele!

unfuckingbelievable. why this, why me? two schools to teach on my off day is not good for me, to say the least. first classes start the ungodly hour of 9 10. how in the world i'm going to survive a class full of demons when i'm only half conscious is beyond me.

on to other things. facebook is being a total bitch and my ability post random comments and other jizz like that is somewhat impared because of the missing 'enter comment' button. am so bored it isn't even funny. i miss being annoying on facebook.

sigh.

what a way to start the day. on top of 50 hour weeks, i come into the office and am told that my single off day is reduced to half it's span cos i have to teach in the morning. to top it all off, poor boyfriend is sick and i've been depriving him of sleep the last few nights because of my horrendous teeth-grinding. (sorry b!)

as they keep saying to me: welcome to the eighth note, sarah.

D:

show me the money!

whoever knew being a recep was so hard? fun work but challenging as hell. i swear to god the parents really drive me nuts though.

today marks day 7. next off day is wednesday and i'm so tired i can almost taste the break already. :(

birds.

there's no right or wrong answer. it's like an open-ended question and i hate it.

it's not fair because i don't know where to go from here, literally. what else is everyone looking for?

how can i please the people most important to me? go home? and where would i be then?

they're right. there's no way to fit the bill anymore because the expectations keep changing. of course, not just from my parents, but from my friends, my boyfriend and myself. fair isn't what i really need.

it's stability that i need at this point to keep me going.

a place to call home.