Jar of thoughts.

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Call me L. This is where I document, express, help, learn, explore and discover.

An eighteen undergrad. living her life in Melbourne down under as an ABC; still finding my way and developing into a better 'me'.

Have a good day!

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I came home early again because I had this craving for chestnuts. Immediately after I got home, I grabbed some chestnuts, scattered them on a baking tray and stuck them in the oven. I don’t know what was going through my mind but I did the stupidest thing of forgetting to slice slits on them beforehand so ten minutes later, I started hearing explosions. I went to the kitchen and went, “shittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!” The baby chestnuts had detonated like little bombs. The flesh scattered everywhere and started to roasted and harden on the tray, and ceiling and walls of the oven (they tasted like wafers). I quickly brought the tray out but they continued to explode, so the whole kitchen transformed into a scene of a chestnut massacre. J, my sweet little sister, helped me clean up the kitchen while I tried to scrub the oven clean. At the same time, I boiled some more chestnuts over the stove because dat craving still needed satisfying. Guess what? I forgot to slice the shells again. Cue explosions numero dos. Further, because I was scrubbing away I didn’t realise the chestnuts were boiling over so the water literally all evaporated and the bottom of the saucepan was burnt black. I know, I was literally the dumbest and clumsiest person today. I’d think about it and facepalm. But hey, on the positive side of things, at least I have something amusing to recall? On attempt number three I made SURE to slice dem holes, so the sweet little chestnuts boiled to perfection and tasted delicioso.

Report on the oven and the kitchen: oven is 99% spotless, kitchen is sparkling clean. My sister and I make a good cleaning team.

Sorry, J, I assure you your sister is sane and reliable.

On another note, my pay slip for last week had a little note on the bottom saying: Happy Birthday for 19 April! Damn right, I am expecting that pay rise. Looking forward to next week’s pay slip.

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Did a survey today and it made me think. Growing old is scary, but bodily pains and other physical impairments will be nowhere near as sad and terrifying as poor memory. It is bound to happen but when I eventually start to feel my memory slip, when substantial things need reminding, I might break down.

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life hack: remember to compliment people on qualities other than their looks. remind them of their kindness, thoughtfulness, and intelligence. tell them about how powerful and capable they are.

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I want the year to end, so that I can start afresh.

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People whom trust me with crap and are interested in my crap, get to see my crap. Friends whom are open to random, weird crap and talk to me about random, weird crap - finally! So many laughs today, and I felt good.

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Comedy Festival! Finally, I can tick that off the list. I went to see Neel Kolhatkar perform and he was hilarious. There was an opportunity to take photos with him after the show and he was really nice; had this slight nervous facial expression on him but hehehe, cute. Neel was also selling these t-shirts that made me laugh hysterically: ‘I come to dis country on a boat’. I was so tempted to get one but then I thought, that would be the epitome of an impulsive purchase. My friend got one though.

We went strolling down Lygon Street afterwards to find dinner and gelati. Forgot where we went to buy gelati but it was soooo good. I had three flavours in a cup: boysenberry, pistachio and ricotta cheese. Excluding the ricotta, all the flavours had their ingredients in solid form mixed inside. So, so good :(

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