Toto's Mom

How does it feels to be a grown up

2011-09-16T02:11:00.003+08:00

Looking at all these pictures, it all seems so far away.

Not that I suddenly age with fast forward rate ( but to be honest I think my frowning line seems to be more visible these days), it is just that a transition from someone who moans about stupid FYP to take full responsibility of yourself like a real grown up, it is just, weird, or is it just me? Whatever.

This is such a weird feeling.

I was chatting with a friend, and she has actually started working since march. I had been missing out so much. I remembered us sitting in the classroom, encouraging each other not to doze off at the front seat in physic class ( while scribbling nonsense on paper), now those memories seem like ages ago.

How is that to be a grown up exactly? I think i should start off with reading " The Times". Erm...definitely forget it.

Depart to Barcelona

2011-09-10T01:46:00.006+08:00

The trip to barcelona was a eventful one. Just 2 days before departure, I found out the landing airport was having baggage strike, those workers were just simply not going to handle your luggage, which implied, yes, you can only bring hand luggage.

Are you kidding me? I just planned 10 outfits, 3 pairs of shoes, some random scarfs, and a jumble of accessories, and not to forget my skin care, ok and my hair straightener, erm and my make up, err and my bulky laptop , hmm.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

So I ended changing to another nearby airport, for another xx pounds. HOORAY. Glad that I dont have to wear the same tank top for a whole week.

And the flight was 6.30am. So woke up at 3..30, left house at 4, arrived airport at 4.30, start queuing up at 4.40, at counter at 5am. PERFECT TIMING.

And crap.

SORRY NON EUROPEAN PLEASE DO VISA CHECK BEFORE PROCEEDING TO COUNTER.

CRAPCRAPCRAP.

Later visa check done, and I just felt like crying looking at the queue. After a long wait, we finally checked in. And suddenly, " eh you why are you here?" the kind of conversation you had when you met someone you were not entirely sure what his name was and trying really to chat up. We met few friends at the airport, like out of 7 I only know the name of one of them, and going to the same place.

Insert totally unrelated picture to liven up the dull story I am telling.

Pulling my pants. Purpose: unknown Effect: I dont want to know

After the most uncomfortable flight i ever took in my life (cheapskate took cheapest airline), we landed in barcelona. Ok to be exact, an airport 2 hours away from barcelona. Waited for a transfer bus for half an hour, and bus journey of 2 hours, AND BARCELONA WE WERE FINALLY THERE.

It was where the real test began. Spanish dont speak english.

We started using the most basic communication language, the hand doing all sorts of motions, almost all the time not sure about what they said but just whatever la...so yea an hour later we finally reached our hotel.

Just kill me please.

Hotel room, really nice and cheap, and the smart receptionist used google translate to communicate with us.

The fake balcony that worked like a window only.

The bed, obviously, super comfortable, I remember la because I fall asleep the moment my head hit pillow that night. Probably because I woke up at 3am the night before.

Hmm toilet. i must say it was really clean and modern with flower patterned toilet roll (like anyone even cares....)

Oh the wifi only worked somewhere outside the toilet. The whole stay I was sitting outside the toilet surfing net.

And yay finally the trip started.

Two guai lor. What a meaningless caption.

So erm I am sleepy now, so I am going to play sudoku now. Adios.

Sleepshit

2011-09-07T23:53:00.004+08:00

Having the sleep and shit life.

Simple life is a beauty.

Heck no. It is boring. and makes people become a lazy bum.

Today I woke up and semangat sangat wrote down to do list of the day which comprises of:

Read petrochemical notes.

...

Yes that is all.

And now is 2 minutes away from tomorrow, I havent freaking able to tick off THE ONLY ONE thing to do today.

Oh hell it is one minute now. Ok I shall leave it for tomorrow. Procrastinating is addictive, and it is almost legal for someone who leads a shit and sleep life.

Putting this photo to show people "hey check out my new hair". YES I CUT MY HAIR, like AGAIN, ok nothing surprising. pffttt...

Oh and I am going to enter real adulthood, life with tonnes of bills to pay with very little pay, with very little annual holiday, with very little sleeps, and many sheeps.

At least I do one thing unusual today. I blogged weeeeeee.

That is awesome in sleepshit life.

Independence

2011-09-05T20:56:00.002+08:00

Totally freaked out.

Nothing has been confirmed yet I already cant stop worrying.

I am an independent young woman, please can I act more like one?

What if he is going somewhere else to work? What if we can't see each other in a long time?

Come on I am an independent young woman. Why can't I just deal with it? I have my very own life, my life doesnt have to revolve around him.

Why can't I just let it go?

He is going to get a better future, and I am supposed to be the biggest supporter, I have to be.

I am such a stupid selfish person, almost a bitch.

Baby I always tell you how much I want to have my own life, my own social circle, my own house. Yet when I am left with no choice but to do that, I freaked out.

I have to learn from my friend. I like how independent she is, and I want to be like her, at least part of her!!

Learn learn learn.

I can do it.

Way too much.

2011-09-05T20:14:00.000+08:00

I am stressed out.

Too much going on.

Simply too much.

2011-07-24T08:40:00.002+08:00

Scrape that stupid last post.

Now the only way to describe my mood is damn pissed.

Am I being a little too unreasonable?

I am utterly, lost.

I just can't feel the love tonight.

Eyes not opening trip

2011-07-04T07:36:00.007+08:00

This is literally an eyes not opening trip, which is strongly supported by

Need me to say more?

It lifts up my mood when I see sun. But the sun in Spain was just WAYYYYYY too much.

And I am officially tanned. And I am totally not a fans of being tanned.

Lesson learnt: Always slap on few layers of sunblock. Baring your skin under the sun is just pure idiocity.

Anyone knows any good whitening products? I hate this.

Blabbering

2011-07-03T00:20:00.005+08:00

I spent the last night crazily playing crazy taxi. A game where a taxi roaming around the street picking up customers (obviously), and the aim is to get the customer to the destination, BY ANY MEANS. by sending, cars, dustbin, chair just whatever in my way flying high up into the sky, however the greatest relief is not casualties will be resulted from all these inhuman behaviour, all the people can run as fast as Ursain Bolt, and the customers usually start laughing hysterically when the taxi just slip through another by an inch, so basically taxi driver is crazy, customer is crazy, pedestrian A B C are crazy,

and the player is crazy, than ever.

Living one night without internet connection can really cause severe brain damage.

This tragedy can be traced back to my heartless landlord whose breath stinks, ALL THE TIMES. You really need to drink more water, good for you, and good for us, so please, thank you. He made us moved out so that other tenants that rented for a whole year can come in since we are going to rent for just another month. Long stories…bla bla bla…then we ended up staying in a house which the internet connection just got cut off the next day we moved in.

So I downloaded 2 two episodes of grey anatomy the night before. One of it is only 80% completed.

U-N-B-E-L-I-E-V-A-B-L-E.

One of my youtube favourite videos is room tour. Someone showing his/her room, like hello everyone today I am going to show you MY ROOM. *squeak* Then she/he must say this is a VERY HIGHLY REQUESTED video so I am not trying to brag or something like that blablabla. So this is my closet, I have my jeans here, all my sweatshirts here; my favourite one is this pink one from juicy couture ….. So this is my bookshelf, I am currently reading twilight OMG I LOVE EDWARD *giggle*. I have collected lots of his posters which is what you can see on the wall….

Sorry I went a bit overboard with my description about the room tour on youtube, but this is very true, particularly with the twilight part, and the juicy couture.

So I did a room tour of MY OWN. Yea unbelievable I know, sometimes I am just unbelievabl-unbelievably shameless.

Only with pictures though, too shy to talk on camera. Okok actually my camera ran out of battery when I was talking about my table.

My table with wasabi which I am too lazy to put it back into the fridge.

My cabinet.

Books lined up nicely serves only one purpose: as decoration.

My wadrobe.

View from my room. Can see lots of people hanging clothes every morning.

My hulahoop which is being wisely transformed into towel hanger.

The most boring room tour ever.

My doughnut dough which rised perfectly.

And ended up tasting like shit.

Junks

2011-06-26T09:41:00.003+08:00

Since this blog might live long enough for my cucu cicit to read, to miss out two month's worth of their grandma's life must be devastating for them. So allow me to bla bla about my insignificant life of two (oh come on it is 3 months ok....hmmm...) months for my cucu cicit sake.

Well the first highlight is I got a rose from boyfriend, and this is undoubtedly the part you should go AWWWWWW....

Unfortunaely in this case you shouldn't. Anyway, thanks to my friends and the flower seller dressed in smart suit (SERIOUSLY!) who got me this flower.

The whole story started with flower blooming at the road side in spring here.

Aren't they pretty? They later evolved into different colour like mixture of yellow and orange or orange and white SO SO PRETTY!!!Oh the spring here also there will be lots of dandeloins which is really frustrating because they might end up in your stomach if you talk too much at outside. Oh sorry I disgressed. Back to my flower story.

So I asked my boyfriend to pick some flowers from the roadside for me. Solely for the purpose of "saja nak manja". And he didn't want to, so I went a friend's house one day and saw some flowers in a pasta bolognese sauce bottle (applause for them for being earth friendly please). So I started complaining about boyfriend didn't want to pick the flowers for me, sorry couldn't resist, I am born to complain.

Then the other day, we were all in a restaurant celebrating a friend's birthday, and suddenly someone came up to sell roses, and everyone started pointing my boyfriend, and said "him him he want to buy". So yea this is the sad story how I got my flower. The part that really amazed me was how many people actually pointed at my boyfriend, HOW MANY PEOPLE DID I ACTUALLY COMPLAIN TO?

WTH I cant remember what else that happened for the past 3 months already. THINK THINK THINK.....

Erm I ate the most instant noodles in my life for the past few weeks. I was too busy to cook with tonnes of notes and past years papers stacked on my table. To make my maggi looked something like on the packaging you know the picture on the packaging always look damn nice got prawn vegetables and anything your maggi will never have, so I bought lots of dumpling. The instant noodle is called instant noodle because you can get it done under 5 minutes but the stupid dumpling just took so much time to get cooked and I couldn't wait so I ended up eating half cooked dumpling and spending some times in the toilet. Yea that is another stupid story of mine.

I also burnt my hand twice. One of it was so bad that it left a scar on my arm now.

I also went to a restaurant known as Jamie's Italian. It is opened by Jamie Oliver, a really famous chef in UK, you will see him on travel and living channel with Astro quite often. So I was really looking forward to go but I thought it was just meh. What a dissappointment. The restaurant can fit like 270 people yet I still waited for half an hour to get a seat, and it was wednesday not even weekend, which made me felt even meh.

Another picture of mine to prove that I am alive since so many people thought I am dead.

NO I AM VERY MUCH ALIVE.

THANKS.

I am alive

2011-06-26T06:44:00.003+08:00

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

......

Hmmm....

Laugh to hide the feeling of guilt of not updating.

And laugh for being officially unemployed.

Which in other words:

I AM GRADUATED!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE........

For my sister who complained me "lama tak update", here I attach a lan yeng picture of my to prove that I AM ALIVE.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

BYE

Happiness is a choice

2011-03-10T08:50:00.002+08:00

I have been indulging in too many negative thoughts.

I hate getting you into troubles.

I question myself too often whether you love me.

Sometimes I think I don't deserve you.

I watched a proposal video today and you being the one came across my mind. I am worried.

Expecting too much from you is the last mistake I ever want to commit.

You are just too good for me.

Do you ever realise how easy it is to shatter my confidence?

Do you know how easy it is to make me feel unwanted?

Go away go away all these stupid thoughts. Stop being silly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Note to self MARCH

2011-03-02T23:21:00.003+08:00

Note to self: It is March. Stop realising I haven't done anything today at 11.59pm.

My february zoomed past in a blur. Like voooommmm (ferrari engine roaring)...you know just VOOOOM past.

I did a february resolution, which I havent done even one. Oh except the don't buy any more whipping cream because my food stock level is so low that we stole other housemate's rice last night.

I made fried nian gao AGAIN last night. Even after I found some furry greenish creatures surviving on the lovely nian gao. I cut off the mouldy part so smart. Yes I am disgusting like this. Aiya, eat bit bit wont die one la! And so far, no food poisoning has been reported, see see??

My cny eve dinner was a special one, for me at least. The greatest happiness happen when you least expect it. Theboyfriend was called for work on the day, and my class ended around 7pm, and had to prepare some foods before going over to friend's house, it was such a tiring and horrible day. And all of a sudden, around 9.30pm, theboyfriend actually came and upon hearing his voice, I sprinted (okla slightly exeggerated...just walked faster) from the kitchen (was ~~helping~~ kacau-ing in there) and hopped onto him (again exeggerated.. I wanted to but too many people there). And that was the day I discovered how fun iphone games are which got me infected with iwantaiphone disease.

We started with lou sang where we sent the foods flying into the sky and all over the tables. And there wasn't enough chopsticks, so my creative friend ate using his hand as bowl and even offered me the delicacies in his hands which I obviously rejected. Everyone was so immersed in the black jack game and there was a laptop nearby showing the personal bank account login page.

For me, valentine's is like huh tomorrow valentine's meh?
From which you can expect theboyfriend should forget about getting a valentine's present from me and vice versa.

And strictly no flower policy effective from this year and is suggested to be replaced by The "Better give me the money I go buy clothes" policy (obviously not approved). Oh so the picture above was from last year. I am always 'aiya valentine's only ma never mind la we stay at home only la", which actually failed because both of us ended up spending the night serving valentines food for other people. WTF. Worst valentines ever.

Oh oh oh and happy birthday to lee hwa whose birthday was on valentine's. Sorry if I was late the other day. Making a minor tribute to you in this post so please forgive me *wink.

And jing si, miss masuk longkang wish you all the best in IMU!!!

Kena cabut la, got to go to the spanish class I skipped for 2 weeks!!!

ADIOS!!!

February Resolution

2011-02-23T06:19:00.003+08:00

Well I am totally aware of the fact that this is almost the end of february.

The resolution is to made for living more like human for the next few days. At least.

1. Drink more water. And eat more healthily. Stop gobbling down whatever on the table.
2. Put more effort into my project. Look for additional journals and please finish up reading the piling journal given.
3. Put some works into spanish. Where is the passion I used to have?
4. Do my laundry at least once a week. I need to stop looking for socks in the pile of dirty clothes.
5. Splurge on something. Anything. Food, shoes, or a even bra. I need to reward myself.
6. Stop buying whipping cream and stop throwing them away when expired. Seriously I am not going to make egg tart any time in near future.
7. Please top up the fitness class credit. "I am running out of credit" should no longer be used as an excuse.

I am going to throw my bag of rubbish now, which I havent cleaned in erm....I better dont try to recall it.

I definitely need some changes.

How Could People Even Do This

2011-02-18T08:14:00.006+08:00

I just saw this in facebook posted by my friend which got me thinking for the whole night.

I solemly swear that I will not buy any animal product in my whole life. But of course exclude meat, I cannot imagine eating nasi lemak without a fried chicken and pretend that some wheat flour is actually char siew. And I warned my boyfriend never buy me a pearl necklace even though it sounds perfect with a little black dress...*struggle*

二十年穿鐵衣取膽，母熊含淚殺子並自殺！

人類在野外下陷阱捉熊，熊落入陷阱，導致熊掌或四肢撕裂。熊被捉到後，要被人類殘害近二十五年，熊痛得掏肚自殺。

但人類魔高一丈，給熊穿上防止自殺的鐵衣，使熊無法移動分毫，連自殺也不能。熊肚子被人類挖一個洞，插入鐵管到膽，每天活取膽汁數次，鮮血淋漓，劇痛無比，熊痛苦的吼聲像打雷，可是穿了鐵衣，無法動彈。（節省成本，沒有麻藥）有隻母熊痛苦不堪，在人類要對她孩子小熊開腸破肚之際，搬開鐵籠子，把自己的孩子小熊撕碎——不願意讓小熊受一輩子的地獄。

受朋友之托，替他管理幾天「熊莊」，那是位於某某市西北部山腳下一所隱蔽的別墅，也是朋友養熊的莊園。

是夜，五更時分，我在小樓裡輾轉難寐。山風不斷送入一陣陣的聲，像一聲聲悲泣，既痛苦又絕望。恰在此時，我彷彿聽到門上有輕輕的動靜，「咯吱，咯吱」，同時還伴著粗重的呼吸。我猛一翻身坐了起來，隨手拉開了燈「誰？」沒有任何回答，沉寂得煞是怕人。我伸手抓起一把掃帚，輕輕走到門邊，猛地拉開了房門。哈，門外蜷縮著一隻小熊，它胖胖的身軀蜷作一團，毛烘烘的鬢髮柔軟地蓬鬆著。它怯怯地望著我，發出近乎諂媚的喏喏叫聲，「熊熊，來，來啊，」我張開手，小熊搖搖擺擺地爬到我面前，小掌搭在我身上，用那溫暖的舌頭舔著我的手，柔軟極了。

突然，一陣喧譁聲從外面傳來，小熊眼神一怔，敏捷地鑽到了床下面。很快，傳來敲門聲，我拉開門問道：「什麼事啊？」「熊房剛跑了只小熊，沒來打擾先生吧？」「哦，有啊，在這呢。」我指著小熊躲藏的地方。他們俯下身，一把就抓住了它，粗暴地從裡面用裡地往外拖著，他們把四隻熊腿對足綁定，用一隻粗長的棍子穿起來抬走了。小熊在離開房門時，那仰著的頭顱彎過來無助地望了我一眼，那是企求可憐目光。

天亮後，帶班的老張說領我去熊房看看。來到一個有幾千平方米的高大建築裡，裡面很空曠，平放著六個籠子，每個籠子裡都有一隻萎靡的黑熊。奇怪的是它們身上都箍著一個明晃晃的像兜肚的東西。老張告訴我，「這是取膽汁用的，現在的熊膽汁價格是每克３００元。」他帶我來到第一個籠子跟前，打手勢告訴我：「採膽汁開始了。」

我看見兩個彪悍的工人麻利地左右綁好熊軀，在那剛兜肚兩側各拉起一條粗大的繩子，經過一個特製的滑輪，齊喊了聲「嗨！」只見熊身上的鋼兜肚漸漸地收縮著收縮著。突然，熊發出了歇斯底里的吼喊：「嗚……！」那簡直不是吼叫啊，那是變了形狀的淒哭，之間他拚命仰著頭痛苦地瞪圓了眼睛，四個粗大的掌子在有限的空間蹬抓著地面，發出「滋拉，滋拉」地刺耳聲響，瞬間，那腹下的鋼管裡「滴答，滴答」地流出了碧綠色的液體。操作工人又慢慢鬆開繩子，接著拉起下一個回合，又是一個聲嘶力竭的泣叫。

我看到熊的眼淚暫態淌下來，它竟然也像人一樣咬緊了牙齒，躬起了身體去承受著無休止的痛苦。好悲慘的一幕啊，我不忍再看，扭頭走開了。此時，我才明白，夜裡那些悲叫是這些帶著傷痛的熊，在難挨的暮色裡發出的呻吟啊。

老張跟我到門口，我聲音顫抖的質問他：「你們還有人性麼？它們可都是生命啊！」老張淡淡地說道：「沒辦法，我們幹的就是這樣的活啊。」情緒稍定，我無奈地問他：「多長時間採一次膽汁？」

他回答道：「那要看情況了，膽汁多的一天兩次，少的最遲兩天要一次，一般一個熊年產膽粉２０００克，可以採１０年。」我的心戰慄了，一天兩次，１０年，這是個什麼樣的魔鬼數字啊，也就是說，這樣欲死的折磨每天都要進行兩次，要在這樣欲生不能的刑法裡忍受１０年，７２００次剜心剔骨啊。要日復一日，年復一年的熬啊，縱是人的堅強生命力，也肯定難以堅持下來，我的心痛痛的。

我提出要回去。老張說：「一會要對小熊手術，這個關鍵時刻你可不能走，你代表劉總，你走了，出了事誰能負得去這個責任！」我只好跟他又回到了熊房。在他招呼下，四個彪悍的工人圍攏到了小熊跟前，用鐵鏈子緊緊地捆綁起那隻小熊。

小熊驚恐地望著大家，當它的眼神看到我時，頓時一亮，渴求地望著我。我的眼睛濕潤了，此時，它竟然「撲通」一聲向我跪了下來，是四個蹄子同時跪下...老張擺擺手，命令開始手術，小熊失望地朝著屋頂，放聲大哭「嗚……」那聲音慘極了，失望極了，是我在這個世界上從未聽過的震撼心靈的呼喊，它簡直就是用人類的語言呼喊出來的一個「媽」字，就連那些劊子手般的工人也為之一震。

就在此時，一個異常震撼的情景出現了，只見籠子裡的一隻大熊嘶叫了一聲，竟然用那巨掌一點點地撐開了拇指般粗的鐵籠子，蹦了出來。嚇得那些工人四下逃竄，我頓時呆住了，腳下像生了鉛，一步也移動不得。可大熊沒有理會我的存在，飛快地蹦到了小熊的跟前，用那笨拙的巨掌去解那粗粗的鏈子，可怎麼也解不開，它只好親吻著小熊，勉強地把它依偎在自己的懷裡，用舌頭慈愛地舔去小熊嚴重的淚水，哼哼叫著去撫慰自己親愛的孩子。小熊也像在連連叫著媽媽，「嗚嗚……」地嗚嚥著，求媽媽救救自己。

突然，大熊狂叫著，用自己的巨掌狠狠地掐住小熊的脖子，吼叫著用盡力氣掐著，掐著......直到小熊的身體軟綿綿地倒下來，它才鬆開了自己的巨掌，它看著已經死去的孩子，它嗚嚥著。哀鳴著，彷彿在喊：「孩子啊，媽媽救不了你，但你再不會去受罪了，媽媽對不起你啊！」它先是撕咬著自己的毛髮，接著一把拽下了身上的鋼兜肚，那鋼管帶著半個膽囊飛了出來，肚子上的毛皮頓時被鮮血染紅了，汩汩的流淌著殷紅的赤丹。只見它大叫一聲，瘋了似的向牆壁撞去，「砰！」牆壁轟然倒塌了。我麻木了，根本不知道自己是如何走出這個殘酷的熊房的。

整整一天，我腦海裡都是那些悲慘的一幕。我在心中自問：熊媽媽的舉動是母愛？我想是的，是一種無奈的母愛。在此時此地，它沒有能力幫助孩子解脫那２０年地獄般的痛苦，無奈之下，只有把創造了的愛毀掉，再去冥冥之中陪伴它，尋覓它，惟有如此啊！

有的熊無法忍受每日取膽的痛苦，曾掏肚腸自殺。為了防止它們自戕，就特製了這種鐵馬甲，日夜穿在它們身上。

由於抽擔的傷口從來不閉合,從來沒痊癒；由於長年累月地受盡折磨,很多熊都患上腫瘤,得了癌症,這個熊得的就是肝癌。穿著鐵馬甲被抽膽的熊，鐵馬甲都腐爛了，不知道已經抽了多少年。

一些人認為熊掌是人間美味，而活體砍掌據說味道最佳。這個被救助出來的可憐的熊之前被人砍掉兩個掌，而且還每天要被抽膽幾次。

中國黑熊的洋媽媽————亞洲動物保護協會創始人謝羅便臣。謝羅便臣在自己的右肩紋上了「月熊」兩個中文字。五年來她始終為黑熊在奔走，想建立一個較大的救護中心，可是這家基金始終認為沒有準備好。圖為謝羅便臣與一頭剛被解救的熊，熊身上被迫穿著防止自殺保護抽膽的鐵馬甲。

這個熊已經被關在籠子裡長達22年之久！「不能轉身，不能站直，只有痛！！！沒有樹林，沒有陽光，只有黑暗！！！沒有自由，沒有止境，只有受苦

黑熊取膽非常痛苦。怕膽汁亂流，穿著鋼背心的黑熊大多只能一個姿勢站在鐵籠裡。除了頭能自由擺動外，身子已不能活動。每頭被取膽的黑熊，都瘦骨嶙峋，它們唯一的動作是拚命搖頭。

編後語：熊膽不是什麼名貴中藥，完全可以用草藥或人工合成代替。請大家告訴大家，請大家盡全部可能的力量廣泛宣傳，堅決不買、不用這些熊膽製品！！！讓我們大家再為月熊做點事吧，救救它們吧！！！

Working In Lab

2011-02-06T01:28:00.003+08:00

Sometimes, a lecturer babbling non stop about the velocity profile of water across a pipe isnt actually that bad.

I can't believe I just said that.

The aftereffect of so many microscopes observation could be destructive to the brain cells. I saw this kind of picture over and over again for the past few weeks. Forget about the sleeping pills, these pictures have the best hypnotic effect ever. There was an episode of mr bean putting toothpick to stretch open his eyes while he was driving late, I really should try that.

The TEM supervisor was playing his iphone. YEA the last sentence was absolutely nonsense. Because I suddenly have such a strong urge to get an iphone, which is absolutely nonsense too. I like the cutting fruit game it was so much fun!!!

Well I must say the last picture actually pretty cool because it was taken using a SEM which is a microscope that take up a space of a room. Sadly, I still desperately needed some toothpicks.

I am spending my semester in the lab, and repeating the same experiment over and over again.

This is actually not my solutions, I just took a photo of it because it has fascinating colour.

My solution. Now you know why I had to take pictures of other people's solution.

Oh and how could I take photos in the lab? Is it allowed? OK I don't know I just took it because I was too bored and my supervisor was away and he didn't want to let us go home and the lab was empty because everyone went home because it was friday and my supervisor damn mmm sek zhou. I would die of suffocating if I try to read the last grammatically so so wrong sentence.

The annoying ultrasound machine that yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIII once you turn it on. I can still hear the YIIIIIIII buzzing in my ears with the earplug, once I even went home with really bad headache.

OK la that's it, I think those pictures are making me feeling really sleepy again.

Very Insignificant Changes in Life

2011-01-29T11:08:00.007+08:00

I just realised my last post make me sound like I am pregnant. FML. Or I just broke up.

None of those happen. I was just being a little overeacted over a little thing, the typical me.

However there are few changes in my life. I am not such a big fans of teh ais anymore. After making hundreds of those for OTHER PEOPLE to drink, I feel nauseous just by looking at it. To better describe my feeling, I should use the word "tulan". (ok that is really inappropriate but whatever) Imagine people keep on telling you, 3 for table 3, 2 cold one hot, 4 for table 6, 3 hot 1 cold, the cold one no sugar, 1 of the hot one no milk. WTH.

I can puke any moment now. SERIOUSLY.

The camel colour pants no longer fits me. THE WORST THING CAMEL COLOUR IS SUCH A BIG THING IN SPRING TREND! I haven't been to any fitness class this week, and I plan to make egg tarts tomorrow. And I just remember that I forgot to buy eggs. FML.

The next change isn't about me, but the stupid weather. It is getting really cold again these few days, after a pretty warm week that hit 10 degree c, which was really a blessing in the icy cold winter of uk. Yesterday I saw a homeless man that slept in his sleeping bag on the sidewalk, and a very nice guy offered him a bottle of beer to warm him up but rejected by the homeless man. I was in hurry so I didn't get to watch the full drama whether in the end the kind act was appreciated. Few days ago, I went to the other department in university to get something done, since I wasn't familiar with that building so I couldn't find the place I was supposed to go. So I randomly asked a guy. AND HE ACTUALLY TOOK ME THERE. And it wasn't that near, it was like 10 minutes walk, doors after doors. But today I was being really bad, because I didn't take the leaflet from the flyer guy. I really should have taken from him, did him a little favour, because it was so cold outside, and he only got few left. I was so cold that I didn't bother to look at him, until my friend reminded me, but when I looked back I saw a bunch of people passed by, hopefully they took from him, and made me less guilty.

My daily uniform = my down jacket

My skin has been really dry in this harsh winter. I hate the tightness in my face where I have to keep on stretching my mouth to relieve the tightness in my cheeks. It is so not elegant even though I don't really care anyway haha. YAY YAY YAY so I finally got the estee lauder advanced night time repair. I have been wanting to get this since 2 years ago, and when I finally decided to spurlge on it, I was being treated like a thief. While I was happily walking out the store with it, the alarm was triggered, turned out that the lady didn't check out my item properly. And the alarm was really loud. And there were lots of people.

Tomorrow is finally saturday. YAY!

I Am Glad That I Found You

2011-01-25T06:34:00.002+08:00

The moment you started mentioning this, I knew I was going to cry.

You were right, and I was left defenseless, speechless, because you were so right. I am a runner, I always run away when I can't deal with it, and I had been avoiding having this conversation for a week, until you brought it up.

Afterall, things could have been much simpler, if I just did try to discuss with you. I cried because I let you down, because I was being ignorant to my life, because I was so selfish that I hated myself.

Oi, thanks for wiping my tears. And thanks for loving a child like me.

Fuuu I feel better now.

I Am Saying Too Many At 2 In The Morning I Think

2011-01-23T09:23:00.005+08:00

My spring term has just started. Back to the life having bad dreams about eaten alive by numbers. And waste more effort on hightlighting the dull journal than actually reading it.

Havent seen this clock tower for quite some times. Good for it that after the christmas season that it didn't gain any weight unlike "someone" tapping her fingers on this laptop right now.

Oh about new year's eve, which is supposingly the ideal time to throw on your best party dress, hair heavily sprayed that it wouldnt move when the hurricane hit, and the most glittery eye make up, hand in hand with your man, and laugh along with besties .

Mine was kind of weird. Really exceptional.

I spent with an Irish man.

An old and drunk Irish man.

I was walking home from the train station from work wearing the most unflattering outfit and he was walking in front of me. I wanted to overtake him and it was proven not a smart move. He realised my presence and started talking to me. And I was like haha yeayea right things you say when you obviously have no intention to be involved in this conversation. Then he started to tell me " You are a good girl." in a very muffled voice that I can barely understand. But he repeated lots of times so finally I got it. Again I was like haha thankyou Iaminhurrybyebye. Then he said you talk to me you are a nice girl" Seriously this man knew exactly what a girl like to hear my boyfriend has quite a bit to learn from him. Still I was like hahathankyoubyebye because I was really not a nice girl that will walk and talk with a stranger. Then he said don't be afraid you are safe with me. WTH. And walked even closer to me. WTHWTH.

Finally we still walked home together because apparently he just lived few blocks away from me. That was such a surreal way of knowing your neighbour.

This picture was taken in the library which looked pretty surreal too. Erm just to match the surreal story....

I watched the blind side last night. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG aih my fingers tired already la but I think that should be enough to say how I felt about the movie. DONT GET ME STARTED AGAIN. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMIGOGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMNG the last one become MNG hahahahahahahahaahahhaahahahahah.

Siao po. This is how my boyfriend always calls me.

Oh that movie was really good and it was based on a true story. I went youtube and watched almost every single interview with the real character in the story. Basically a white family picked up a homeless black teenager from the street on thanksgiving and brought him home, spared him from the spending the night in the cold. How the family changed his life and how that boy changed that family make it such a touching story. And that teenager is now a famous american footballer. Oh sandra bullock won an oscar with this movie.

It is amazing how a massive change in someone's life can be done with just a little help. It is amazing too why americans like american football that is such a violent sport. Ok maybe that is why people like it.

So if you haven't watched it GO WATCH IT I WARN YOU.

Or I am going to kick you. *NOTE how ~~fat~~ strong my leg is now.

Cycling Can Be A Really Bad Thing To Do

2011-01-19T01:05:00.005+08:00

The pointer just wooshed towards an unpleasant figure started with 5.

And I screamed.

Quickly i stepped down from the weighing balance, and felt depressed.

The worst thing is CNY is coming! V day is coming!

I have been browsing for dresses these few days,

This one makes me feel very determined to shed a few more pounds, have your stomach potruding out from the dress is very unsightly.

At least I can hide my stomach with this. So which one should I go for? (translation:too hard to choose, so I think I should buy both)

My dream dress is a nude/royal blue colour chiffon dress with black emblished peter pan collar. And I want to pair it with boyfriend blazer. PERFECT.*click finger*

BUT I haven't seen it anywhere, hope I am not going to resort to sew one on my own in the end.

Oh I finally make my favorite dessert among 83729182 other favorite desserts, tadaaaaaa:

Doughnut that looked like shit. Obviously this piece of shit didn't end up in my mouth. Anyway, this was the first doughnut I ever made in my life, what a shame that it looked....*sob*

After throwing few failures into the bin, I finally mastered the skill of frying the doughnut, and yay look at it!!!

I know that is some guilty amount of sugar, just ignore that bit please.

That was just half of the doughnut I made. Yea I can be crazy sometimes.

My favorite one the hazelnut with chocolate coating!!!

I just came back from the fitness class where I pretend to cycle up a mountain for an hour. That was insane. I am never going back to that class again. NEVER. Seriously, I nearly fainted during the workout. That was hell lot of stamina needed.

I AM SO NOT GOING TO THAT CLASS AGAIN.

I am just going to go back to my old fitness class next time. Suddenly that class feels so relaxing.

It is 9pm, and I feel so sleepy after poor sleep for two days in a row, and I am sweaty.

Can I just go to the bed now?

I Am So Lazy

2011-01-16T09:57:00.005+08:00

I feel accomplished today.

Had my laundry done, made myself a great dinner, finally getting started on my modelling assignment, read a most boring article about nanoparticles, went grocery shopping picked up more pastries, cleaned the kitchen thoroughly and learnt how to french braid my hair.

Ticking off the tasks from the list gives you the most fulfilling feeling ever.

Yesterday I conquered my fear. It wasnt that bad afterall. I think I can get over with it now.

Some days ago, the boyfriend and I went for a date. We ran to the cinema in the most unglamorous way, and I had the worst cheesecake ever. Yet it was the best day in such a long time.

One weeks ago, I received a reject letter from a job I coveted. That was a dissappointing morning where I shakily tore the letter and only found I wasn't the best candidate for the position.

Notsurehowlongago, I bought a capri pants for my fitness class, and a free big cup was delivered along as a gift. Life could be suprising in good way.

Oh and HI I am still alive.

Instant Noodle and Christmas Dinner

2010-12-27T07:55:00.005+08:00

Promise me that you will not start ooh-ing and aah-ing when you hear the following statement.

I eat korean instant mee on christmas night, oh with egg and ham, does it make it sounds slightly better?

Anyway, my family never really care about christmas, we know ghost festival more than santa claus, seriously.

So to make myself feel more christmas-ty I shall show you the christmas market I went to!!!

Start off with wishing you merry christmas from erm....a dustbin. HOW CUTE IS THAT? Even though my friend kept giving me the contempt look when I tried to shoot this cutest dustbin ever.

And this cute looking chocolate things which have messages on it.

Oh and this cute (I think I am running out of adjective except cute) moose that can sing christmas carol. And tell you his lip-sync skill is better than Britney Spears.

And this bunch of ..........(please fill in the most suitable adjective for me or I will use that word again) whitemustache men.

German sausage which I rudely gobbled, and burnt my tougue because it was so hot. This lesson told me please always eat like a lady.

Sorry my flash was doing such a "great" job that it made the picture looked so white and scared the white man eating opposite to me. Sorry man. My friend was working at this stall and she actually gave us this for free without her boss permission! And it was really nice, and since it was free too, I shall say it tasted fantastic!

They had this cute hat selling at the stall (I think I just used cute again....) and they had got fish, teapot, horse, flower, mickey mouse, a lots of others.

Garlic bread. I have to eat whenever I see it, even though it makes my breath stinks.

I just discovered there is love engraved on the necklace given by theboyfriend months ago. I was so excited and thought that he was so sweet and turned out he didn't even realise too.

WTH.

My eyelids are drooping right now and I should go to bed, but after one episode of sex and the city YAY!

A Series Of Fattening Events

2010-12-24T08:02:00.005+08:00

I was happily munching on the tong yuan with black sesame filling until I crazily step onto a weighing balance. I didn't like the figure it showed and I regret dumping tonnes of sugar into the black sesame paste.

Oh crap.

So now I am starting a EXERCISE ROUTINE yes you heard it right I AM EXERCISING. To add more challenge I force myself into doing push up which I can do merely 3 times maximum. And now my arms hurt.

Oh crap. And WTH.

Either the weighing balance is jinxed or it is simply a karma which the history can be traced back through following events.

TELL ME YOU THINK THAT THIS IS A PANCAKE. I made banana one and chocolate chips one before too, I was crazy about pancake for a period of time. Thank buddha that the craving period is over.

Winter berries. Oh do you know there is actually a fruit called blackberry? Yes it is a name of the fruit and the phone just stole the name. I think the secret behind a good selling electronic devices is having your product named after fruit. Look at apple, and the blackberry, errmmmm..ok that's it. Whatever. I still believe in my theory.

And the disgusting thing over here is actually brownies. Why do I have to clarify everytime what the thing is? This had half a jar of nutella inside other than one bar of chocolate, so even by using your finger to think you will know how fattening it was.

I am so proud of this puff pastry because my friend said it was VERY GOOD *brag*.

Look at the layers! I spent the whole night folding the dough over and over lo *proudproudproud*.

This cheesecake looked damaged I know. It was a pretty bad job I should rebake this some times again.

My dinner today was sushi and my teatime tomorrow is planned to be doughnut. Sometimes I think I just never learn from mistakes.

YAY doughnut!

I Want To Know What I Want

2010-12-20T08:31:00.002+08:00

I am sitting in front of my laptop wearing like a secretary right now.

I was practising in front of the mirror, answering all sorts of self designed questions, wearing high heels makes me feel confident, and I hope everything goes well tomorow.

I had few sleepless night in a row. My mind keep on ruminating on what I want in my life, sadly, after nights of tosses and turns, I havent seen a hint yet.

Sometimes I just hate myself.

Wish Me Luck

2010-12-12T21:20:00.005+08:00

When the food was so slow that you can barely remember the name of your order (particularly in the case it was italian name), you will start doing this: taking stupid picture of yourself, just like me.

Or taking picture of anything on the table.

And again.

It was lucky for the restaurant that this candle didn't fit into my bag.

Love the mushroom, love the ham, love the pizza, HATE THE LEAVES. What are those leaves doing on my pizza?

Theboyfriend's risotto. We used to play an online game where we had to name our pet, and I forced him to make his pet named risotto, even though I completely had no idea what it was. And I called mine caramelpudding which I thought for ages and he reckoned that was a waste of time. Until one day, another player told me I had such a cute name and want to team with me. I spent the rest of the day bragging about it and he suggested I should just name my kid as pudding.

There were like 10+ people eating, which means 10+ dishes, normally I will be like "wait wait DONT EAT FIRST let me take picture!", but luckily I understood the idea of hungry people is scary people.

The soOOOO typical head lean closer couple picture. When someone is taking a picture for us, this is it, the most intimate distance. I feel uncomfortable for being lovey dovey in public to the point of nausea, under the table brushing leg against each other is excluded as people cannot see it wtf.

The light they kept making fun of which I couldnt understand why. Other than that, they discussed about whether the couple seated next to us were cheating on the other half and had secret meetup here. NOTICE that I used THEY which can be translated into I was a good girl who was not involved in desperate housewives topic.*gulp in guilt*

PART 2.

YES PART TWO.

Because we paid out bill, we walked out of the restaurant, and we walked back in again.

Our entrance stirred a buzz among the staff, felt so like celebrity *fuuyoh*. One even asked us, Am I crazy or you guys were really here just now? Can't blame her, all asians look the same for white people.

The reason we landed in the restaurant for the second time in a day was because outside was too cold and walking around was insane, and we were too useless to do that.

Actually the only useless people were me and theboyfriend, OK FINE IT WAS ONLY ME AND I JUST DRAGGED HIM ALONG.

My so called authetic italian dessert which I ordered with putting my finger on the word and said I want this. Better not to make fool of myself trying to pronouce the italian name. And what was that leaf doing my Ican'tpronouceit dessert again?

I think Italian people like leaves.

Theboyfriend's order, his favorite sorbet iceream. I always want a bite and always ended up furrowing my brows, and cursing the sorbet.

Oh it was his treat, and I was so happy. Maybe I should have eaten the mint leaves to make his money worthwhile haha.

This picture reminds me of baby ultrasound or UFO sighting picture. By the way, it was me wearing winter boots and winter jacket but still cannot stand the winter.

I have been ruminating the christmas job thingy for a week. I really need to get the job, wish me luck!

Avocado kthxbai

2010-12-09T07:23:00.008+08:00

Oh today ~~is one of the biggest breakthrough of my life~~ is the FIRST TIME I EVER EAT AN AVOCADO. The only thing I know about avocado is it is the ingredient used in the Ginvera facial scrub or facial wash something like that.

I even searched for a picture to prove my saying.

And it turned out to be exactly the way I think: A Ginvera facial scrub. It tasted so soap-y (which means taste like soap bar)! And don't tell me you don't know how a soap bar tastes like, I know everyone tasted at least once out of curiosity like me, I can't be the only one...And it tasted no taste at all (constrast of tasty). Now avaocado manage to top the list of my worst encounter with fruit.

While I was eating, and since it was so bad, I actually refered to the packaging to see if this is readily eaten, and even followed the instruction step by step how to cut open, then twist, then scoop out the biggest seed ever.

Forget me peasant.

Worst of all, there are still two big avaocado lying in my fridge. Maybe I should just mash it and use it as mask, since Ginvera claims that it works.

Yea That's It about My Life

2010-12-01T07:36:00.006+08:00

It is 23.39 now. I am still doing some tougue exercise, apparently, there are too many sugar and chocolate stuck in between my teeths. That is what happened when 3 girls decided to bake right before sleeping time.

So to stop myself from reaching for comfy warm bed, I should just stick my butt on the chair and start talking about my life, even though it is kind of dull. Well maybe it doesnt make any difference, what is swallowed is swallowed.

I should just burn the oven.

Erm, now one way to know me, is by the nail colour.

Because no one else on earth would ever paint this colour. It is so gross, to an extent that I paint only my thumb, end of story. Till now it still doesnt fade a single bit, I am really impressed with the quality which at the same time annoys me, because I don't have a nail polish remover, guess this will become my trademark for the rest of my life. One thing to be grateful about is that this is a free gift (yea that's why I know....) from a magazine, luckily I like the magazine, full with juicy gossips that is so me. And I like the Victoria Beckham style guide, I am so going to copy that, and I am so going to get that pants when is that Zara going to have sale!!!

It is so cold here that even the airport has to shut down so I have to make some shopping. No there is no mistyping nor any big chunk of words missing, it is a perfectly logic sentence. Cold mean bored, bored means shopping, shopping means yeah! I bought knitwear, mum and dad, very sensible yea?

OK fine I got a skirt too. Maybe I can wear it when it is not so cold (?!) or over legging or knee high boots or just make it into a top la whatever.

And earringS, scarfS, bagS, shoeS. Those are kind of "winter essential" too. You know, when you wear earring, you will feel warmer wtf.

This is truly a winter essential, myanotherboyfriend since last year that I want to sleep with.

My theboyfriend fail to provide the required warmth, so I eat all his pringles to make him feel better. And look ! The pringles looks so christmasty already! Now I think spending the christmas night munching on pringles seems like a pretty good idea.*sob*

Eh don't look at me like woman that take advantage of boyfriend, I just made him the mushroom chicken penne today which I love but he didn't seem to like a lot haha.

One day my friend saw me carrying yogamat on the way home, he was like walau why so atheletic now. Trust me, the only sport I know is hulahoop, which is not even a sport.

I finally picked up yoga because it looks cool to tell people hey I know yoga haha. And my body makes a crack sound everytime I spin which tells me miss you need to shake your body. So far I haven't got much issue except worrying my armpit hair might show when I lift my arms high up (why am I so gross?).

My new baking tray from amazon hooray. Cheesecake here I come!

Erm what else oh my current favorite song is can't breathe by leona lewis. New drama addiction is sex and the city, favorite website is metoffice weather forecast (please can I see some figures which have no a minus sign in front?), clothes wear the most is the ugly down jacket, and thing I want to do most is learn how to make a pizza, thing I don't want to the most right now is check my mark for the latest assigment.(damn stressed someone got 80...)

In conclusion, I need a more excited life and start doing my homework. Snow snow snow please go away.

I Know It Is Not Christmas Yet

2010-11-28T05:05:00.004+08:00

Merry Christmas!!!

YAY!

I know it is still weeks away and I am not even excited at all as I am not expecting any presents or party. *throw hints....get it get it??*

But someone lucky is going to get a box of presents which the box is nothing fancy but shoebox that we thicken our face to ask for in the fancy shopping mall. Oh the someone lucky is someone I never even meet before, probably someone with skintone 10 shades darker than me, and hair 10 times curlier than mine, and maybe stomach as big as mine if I continue to eat like this.(it is the most satisfying thing to do during winter)

YES WE ARE JUST SO KIND HEARTED. I KNOW. I KNOW.

By the way, the cute christmas wrapping paper is like the most fragile paper I have ever seen, erm...oh something like you know the tvb drama during ancient time they have the window or door made with wood and paper. And then people can just pierce a hole through the paper just by using a "moistured" finger (in grossier term: saliva), and peep whatever they want to.

The vulnerable wrapping paper strictly allow not mistake. Either you make it or screw it. One of my friend spent half his time repairing the holes and torn edges. And if you already put a tape on it, then LEAVE IT THERE or you will find the santa claus's head imprinted onto the tape.

Well in conclusion, cheap thing indeed causes some troubles.

I truly hope that whoever receive my gift dont get poisoned after happily colour using the crayons.

So we can pick for the genders and range of age, so obviously i picked girl, and age between 5 to 9. I have no idea what are boys even playing, the only male in my family is my dad, so i guess that is fair. My friend bought a comb and I was teasing her because I can imagine how useless comb can be for people who has hair like maggi (no hard feeling for maggi haired people ok?). I genuienely thought that the best gift was a hair straightener, until,

Someone: You might want to get an adapter as well, and by the way, do they have electricity supply?

DANG. I don't think paying extra utility bill for a bit kinky straight hair is a smart thing to do either.

And also hair straightener, you know how expensive that is? OH ATTENTION: I ~~NEED~~ WANT A CURLER. *bat eyelashes*

During the wrapping process, in the middle of nowhere, someone shouted the most incredible thing:

"DAMN I spelled christmas wrongly!"

I was puzzled a bit at first and almost convinced that I wrote christmas wrongly all these years.

A few second later, everyone said in unison:

"RIGHT LA WALAU EH!"

And that incredible people was myboyfriend. I feel smarter suddenly.

After competing for "who has the prettiest box" (one of my friend even took out his personal card making little decorations that has some bling bling heart, rose, glittery papers cheh so unfair), we left the boxes at one side. Ok except me who took it back to my room later, because I need to put some money and form into the box as requested.

Cost free decoration:heart cut from shoebox paper, and santa claus from wrapping paper. (must I emphasize on how cheapskate I am?)

And the next day, I went to work. And the next thing I knew was other boxes were already been collected, except mine that was still in my room. YES NOW I CAN HAVE THE BEAR...OH A DOG SORRY.

Luckily the next morning, my friend can pick it up from me again BUT IN THE EARLY MORNING OF 9AM. 9AM is very early on lazy sunday. So I got ready and went out and waited her at the "i supposed this is it" bus station. But I couldn't find her and ended up running around carrying a box of present. And the was the day that I finally get to know that area after living here for more than one year. In the end we finally saw each other, and handed over my kind hearted proof.

From that I learnt that there were 2 bus stations around there which is like 200 meter away, and no matter what always bring your phone with you if you don't want to keep cursing when you were so lost and reached the pocket and found it empty.

To add more to the christmas festive, it had started to snow! Even though I really don't like the snow from the bruises snow gave me last year, and has been telling people about this, I still got so excited and running around to tell people "SNOW SNOW SNOW!"

And was brave enough to wear only a hoodie to go out and snap this picture.(and many more) I guess the snow makes people crazy.

My excitement ended when I almost slipped when I went out to the campus just now. IT IS TIME TO FALL ON MY BUTT AGAIN. GOOD JOB, SNOW.

Despicable Winter

2010-11-16T00:59:00.005+08:00

This morning I woke up to a view like this.

I mean I saw it from the window. I actually have a room in a house. How pointless this statement is.

However, my friend's friend that stayed over for the night said that he rather sleep outside than in this house. My house is so cold that sometimes we feel that outside is much warmer. Sometimes I didn't do homework because I have difficulties holding my pen since my fingers have all freezed up (anything can be an excuse not to do homework).

We name this kind of PHENOMENA as frosties as we think it sounds cute.*ahem*

Can we skip winter and go straight into spring?I can't wait to put on those floral dresses!!!!

Do you know there is a disease known as SAD which stands for seasonal affective disease, also known commonly as winter blues?

Symptoms of SAD may consist of difficulty waking up in the morning, morning sickness, tendency to oversleep as well as to overeat, and especially a craving for carbohydrates, which leads to weight gain. Other symptoms include a lack of energy, difficulty concentrating on completing tasks, and withdrawal from friends, family, and social activities. All of this leads to the depression, pessimistic feelings of hopelessness, and lack of pleasure which characterize a person suffering from this disorder. (taken from wikipedia)

Seriously I think I am suffering from SAD. Even though difficulty waking up in the morning has been happening since I was a baby. Other than that, lazy to dress up is another symptoms too. Basically I wear my pajamas to school.

And my appetite can be strongly aroused by the darkness. It gets dark at 4.30pm now and I start eating from 4.30pm. It's time to get fat again....

Enough complaining...show you my newly bought cosy socks!

I am usually very fully equiped with thick jacket long pants socks and sandals in my OWN ROOM. Something is missing: gloves, I know. I think I should start wearing it hmmm....

See how it is lined with fursSSSSSS? I have to clarify that this only cost me 3 pounds so that people will know that I am a jimat cermat type of girl. Jimat cermat is that even correct? This idioms just suddenly popped up from my rusty malay section of my brain.

This is how I looked like now in the room. HONESTLY.

By the way, we have heating system in the house. If it is free, we will make this house warm like malaysia. Well the brutal fact is that it is not, so I hate winter.(what a good concluding remark)

YES I Am Talking About Birthday Again

2010-11-13T02:18:00.006+08:00

OK this is getting really bad.

I am actually blogging about what happened exactly a month ago.

Soon if you see "this blog doesn't exist" when trying to enter this site, that should be 99.99% true.*slapslapslap self*

YAY let's talk about something happy which is happy birthday...erm one month ago but anyway we few cheapskates brought a coupon that will give us a generous amount of discount to nando and...

BOOM.

The coupon was not valid.

And we weren't that happy about it. Obviously.

We were then given a loyalty card where you can collect a point everytime you eat there and after few times you get a free meal something like that.*feeling better* Speaking of that, I cant remember the last time I've seen that card.

Ok now I get nothing. POOF(I have no idea why I wrote a POOF here but I just feel like doing so)

In case you wonder how the nando's meal look like in uk. Almost the same I would say, and thank buddha they have garlic chili sauce here MY FAVORITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Like I said, we are some typical cheapskates so the whiteshirt guy drank 7 cups of carbonated drink. While I am always a "bottomless drink" victim, the most I can fill my stomach with gases is 2 cups before I burp to death.

The theme of this picture: All girls.

And someone apparently misheard/misinterpret/have gender confusion here.

Reminder to myself: Move head backwards when taking picture with this girl. Failure of doing so will cause a great contrast in size of the face.

......
......
I can't think of anything else happened that day.*smack head for dragging it for the whole month*

So to make this post longer, here are some photos from theboyfriend birthday!!!!

I assure you his eyes are not that small and ignore those two at the back.

See his eyes are actually quite OK big*HAHAHAHAHAHAH*. Now my eyes are half shut.(yes they are not THAT small ok)

This couple were never in tune.

And crap my stomach looked big in the picture.*GRRR*

That's it.

I need to go down for dinner RIGHT NOW. (stop growling my stomach I hear you!)

ADIOS!!!

Birthday Craze

2010-10-31T08:12:00.007+08:00

Before you start blaming me on not updating this blog, please listen to me.

class 9.30am to 4.30pm monday to friday.
work 6 pm to 11pm friday and saturday.

Even though I still manage to catch up with my favorite desperate housewives....(OMG now Paul is back to wisteria lane and Bree hook up with her young and handsome contractor wtf)

Other than that, I was busy with birthdayS. Yes birthdayS.

Apparently my housemates all landed in this world in October including myself. So the living room(which is sadly only made up of sofa and a tv without tv liscense which in another word a piece of useless metal) that has no fireplace *sob* (watch too much harry potter...) had been held several "birthday parties" this month.

Mine

I know it looked yucks but I assure you this tasted wonderful....err...I ate half of the cake, convincing enough?

Theboyfriend

Muffins with written messages that had nothing cheesy like I love you, instead said something like wish you rap like eminen, can go strip club followed by the next muffin written oh scratch that, this woman is always fickled minded.

Thefriend

At this point, we already got so sicked of trying to surprise the birthday boy. We just shouted in the kitchen,"Hey, can you PLEASE come out yourself? Faster la...~~I need to go to sleep already la...~~"

So when the clock striked 12, three of us spent blowing candles on the same sofa, same kitchen, luckily different cakes.

Well, the next day we did go out for a better celebration. Mine was at nando's and the reason we went there because there was some offer going on. (We are just cheapskate like that) And suddenly I am reminded that I havent got the pictures from my friend. (Again this proves how busy I am HAHAHAHA despite the fact I watched few episodes of project runway sometimes...)

Give you a preview of the birthday dinner. Stay tuned to see more. WTF do I think I am a celebrity or something...

I don't know why I looked so unhappy....By the way, I know I looked "overdressed" with the thick jacket and my hair....OK let's don't talk about it.

After the birthday dinner:my mouth...I think I was acting cute.

Oh wait...I think my mouth looked like that in natural mode. And my hair too.....

Oh oh oh I took up spanish class which I had 3 classes so far. Now my friends say HOLA instead of HELLO when seeing me. And I learnt the word happy birthday on the day of theboyfriend's birthday!(WHAT A COINCIDENCE) And I forgot the moment I wanted to wish him....(WHAT A POTONG STEAM)

Feliz cumpleanos, me, theboyfriend and thefriend!!! *ok I am cheating I still can't remember the phrase I just looked through my notes...*

Chocolate Muffin Which Doesn't Sell

2010-10-12T04:31:00.006+08:00

I made this muffin using some not so decent tools.

Let's see, for example, measured with tablespoon, sorry not even cup or weigh here. Erm, mixed with wooden frying spoon,which was also used to fry mince pork.

Well it turned out to be, muffins. At least.

Nah but it was supposed to be resemble something like this,

I guess mine look like a distant relatives.(Picture taken from joythebaker)

From this picture part of my characteristic shown, the beauty products junkie that loves browsing sasa website,OK HONESTLY NOT ONLY BROWSING...usually will end up at the checkout counter.(blame the email sent to me telling me lots of discounts going on)

Lacking of chopper(?!) and great muscle, I actually cut the chocolate in pieces using scissors, yes bit by bit. Doing stupid and meaningless thing is one of my daily must do activity. Today I told people my zip of my jacket was mysteriously gone missing, while people just gave me a cold stare and said, "Eh your zip is right there at the top. You know the zip can move up and down. You do know that right?"

This sounds so confusing (what the hell was I talking about), probably this is something almost unimaginably silly. Whatever la...

I admit I ate A LITTLE BIT of the dough again. Note that it was only alittlebit, no guilty feeling ok?

Well, muffins as you can see.

Even though in the end I ate half of the muffins I made, (in another word, not selling good *sob*) I still thought that it was really nice to eat when it was warm. I even put in microwave the next day so that chocolate melt again.....THAT WAS HEAVENLY.

Everyone tak bagi muka saja...serve them right to miss my wonderful muffins. *nostril flaring*

Oh the recipe I got it from here!!!
joythebaker my favorite shifu!!!

Oh I also started to work as part time waitress which make me even more stingy. Should talke about that next time byebye muahaha!!!

I don't know why I used some many exclamation marks suddenly, I am not actually really excited at all...

Saint Or Idiot

2010-10-07T06:33:00.007+08:00

Believe it or not, I AM THE CONSERVATION WORK VOLUNTEER!!!*head held high*

And you believe it right?yes?do you?

CHEH.

That morning started with a heavy downpour which should have given me the best excuse ever not to save the planet. However, I did go, nothing could have stopped my boiling spirit to love the mother nature.*puke*

Well, there were few times I just felt like turning back to head home for my cozy warm bed. Cannot blame me lo when I walked alone in the rain with wet pants that freezed my skin (always good at finding excuse hehe).

Then after meeting with all the members we went to the winterbourne garden which is a erm...yes a garden, but a BIGBIGBIG one that I think my mum would like to spend her life there.

That was where I experienced lots of first time,

1)

Wear a wellington boots. OK not the burberry brand shown in picture, mine was only a ciplak one that looked more like something phua chu kang wear. (borrow for free still wanna complain so much I am so ungrateful)

2)

Hold an earth worm in my hands *shriek*. Erm with gloves......

3)

Save a lost smallsmall lizard. It got disturbed when we were clearing the area.

Save TWO lizardSSS. Just want to show how KIND HEARTED I am.*gloat MUAHAHA*

4)A guy asked for my msn and phone number. Eh I don't mean no one ever asked for it (quite a lot lo in fact like the number of the fingers when you make a peace sign), and this is just to tell myboyfriend your girlfriend has got some charm HAHA.

5)

Have 2 big moles made of soil. THE WORST THING was I was actually talking to someone when the soil splattered onto my face, and he didn't even try to hint me!!! Until I saw my reflection on my phone. FMLFMLFML

6)

The first time the lovely white jacket got this black (usually just a bit brownish) Who on earth will wear a white jacket to a conservation work?!I know what you have in your mind right now...I was an idiot BUT (yes this girl always has a but I am really talking about but not butt which seems to make more sense HAHAHA *laugh at own joke*) I wore another windbreaker over it with sleeves rolled up so I thought there will be a good protective layer, well obviously I was wrong....

7)

Eat lasagne for the FIRST TIME in 6 months. I haven't touched this baby for so long because I ~~was~~ am on diet lasagnelasagne you know how much I miss you. After a long workout, I thought I deserve a cheesy meal *YAY*. Maybe I will go volunteer again just because I want to have an excuse to eat lasgane. OH DONT ASK ME WHY THERE WERE TWO FORKS I ALSO DONT KNOW.

So let's have a peek on winterbourne garden.

Ahem...so not interesting.

Because I only managed to capture some photos during lunch and we lunched at this quite ugly area. This garden is realllllyyyyyyy pretty actually that I beg myboyfriend to have a photoshoot with me there since last year which unfortunately has been procrastinated to no end.

I think next time I will go again for this volunteering.

Simply because I told everyone I went and people laughed at me.

What kind of logic is that?

English Men are Hot

2010-10-04T03:14:00.008+08:00

So my photography tips in the campus is *ahem sound so pro*:

1)Take picture during sunday because the campus will be pretty empty.
So that there will be no ah beng or ahmad or muthu stick their head inside your frame.
And white people will still trying to recover from hangover.

2)Thicken up your skin.
Do not feel ashamed when you almost lay flat on the grass trying to shoot a leaf.(yes a fallen yellow leaf)

So yea it is fall now!!!!THIS IS A ROMANTIC SEASON imagine you boyfriend try brushing away the leaf from your hair and your hair got tangled up ouch (the weather here can dry up those pretty hair into straw)...sound like pantene commercial ok forget that I just said romantic.

Enjoy the photos of this season!

Oh before that must introduce a bit the clocktower which is rumoured to have people climbed up there and jumped and yes you guess it, died. I will be already exhausted to death before even reach the top. Well it makes lots of noise, worse than a bawling baby I assure you.

There is the clocktower at the back can you see it? Oh speaking of which, it bangs almost all the time and number of times of banging depending on the time. Such as 12, it will bang for 12 times, that is the worst thing that can happen in a REASONABLE way though. And other than that, it bangs too, anytime, whether it is 1.32, 5.30, 11.05,and 1.32 when I want to sleep...dong dong....GRR.

Some kind of pretty tree with pretty fruit.

It is really fall now, literally.

Another picture of clocktower to show my love.

The leaves are turning red now.

Well not entirely true for this "slow ~~learner~~ turner".

My department is in the south west part of university. Oops I never know that until that I
took this photo.

My department. Kinda cool the combination of modern and the old red brick.

Before I end this post let me show you something exciting!SEE IT???OK ignore the white garbage.

Cannot see?Ok let me give a closer look.

Not the black bird. Now focus what is behind the bird. SEE IT SEE IT?

E-N-G-L-I-S-H M-A-N.

Yea I know this is too far to even see their head. Tried my best la...can only drool over them from farfarfar away. I also want to take a picture that can even count number of eyelashes lo.

English men look good, most of them, seriously. For example, peter, john, paul...just any guy with whatsoever name.Even my guy friends said so, so guys outside, please don't spit on the computer when you see that statement.

Shh...just don't tell my boyfriend about how much I worship that statement ok. *hold pinkie*

Pee It Right Please

2010-09-29T05:47:00.006+08:00

The door was left ajar the moment I stepped into the house from freezing weather outside.

Sound like an opening of creepy horror movie.

And it was. Our house had been robbed!!!

Nah just kidding. The landlord came during the summer break and did some maintainence for the house which also sucessfully turned the house into a robbery scene. Everything was misplaced, some still went missing until today. They threw the box that I used as a bedside table (yea I am just so stingy like that), and other delivery boxes in my room (I am a crazy ~~boxer~~ box collector), and we lost our spoons(good chance for me to improve my chopstick skill which I never good at), cooking utensils, bath mats, errmmm what else...i guess that's it from I can remember.

Seriously, refrigerator is the best indication of how long the house is left uninhabitated, ok maybe not applicable to those forgetful that buy the food and let it rot inside the fridge. So we had rice that released gas the moment the tupperware was opened (which was maybe somekind of biogas that can power electricity wtf), and some meat that grew grey fur, and some unknown food that developed some black strips like cincau. Our mission of trying to find a new rotten delicacy like smelly tofu (chau tou fu) failed, sad to say but none of them can arouse the appetite of homo sapien.

Moulded bread cheh, nothing compared to ours.

We got a new housemate who is a china man literally which I tried to communicate with in fake china accent and almost got my tougue tangled up. That is not too bad yet, the worst thing is he cant pee properly, not that he has UTI or what, just that he is so bad at AIMING with his weapon.

Yup that is pee stain. I cant believe that I took photograph of this and show it here, but I did. (Another achievement in life I guess)

Toilet lady here is very pissed off after using her very own little hand, scrubbed it, rubbed it, until it finally turned sparkling white again. So people seriously we cannot blame toilet lady for always looks like we owed them one billion like that.

Used KITCHEN CLEANER to clean toilet. How smart I am.(or desperate)

So during dinner where there were two guys present (the china guy was away), I suddenly brought up the topic "difficulty in aiming".(I am VERY shameless in real life).

"Is that really SOOOO hard to aim at the ~~fucking~~ big hole?"
"We are good at it lo. Dont generalise all the guys ok?" Answered both of them with girlshouldwashtoilet kind of face.
"But sometimes we do have some complications like the force of out pee just too great that it got reflected back when it hits the water.."

By this time, as a girl with grace or dignity or whatever, I should just blush and remain silent.

Well as I said I am a shameless person, I continued.

"Oh I guess it must have something to do with higher potential energy, you know you stand so higher HAHAHAHA" admire at myself for making such a funny joke HAHAHAHA

So I think this is what is meant by birds of a feather flock together. Bunch of shameless people we are.

Throwing away used paper rolls is one of the features of caring housemates. Obviously my housemate think these will dissappear SOMEHOW.

Ok I even found a fork inside the toilet. Some kind of new trend eating in toilet?

La Senza bag *excited* full of ~~sexy panties lacy bras~~ used shampoos (so not sexy). Do they really think that the shampoos are bottomless like nando's drink that it will just refill and refill endlessly IS THAT REALLY SO HARD TO FLING AN EMPTY BOTTLE INTO THE DUSTBIN?

I have been doing this toilet cleaning thing for a year and honestly I found happiness in it*faint*. But with this new addition of new housemate, this is going to be hell...

I should put a sticky note at the toilet bowl which says "guide to good peeing attitude so that girsl don't hate you."

I Flew 6500 Miles

2010-09-27T01:51:00.010+08:00

So I am back to this place where weather is a topic of conversation.

"Eh I just checked weather forecast. "
"9am 10 degree c, 12pm err I think 12 degree c, 4pm 8 degree c, and at night (evil laugh), I dont' want to say la later you faint HAHAHAHA."
"Cold la cold la cold la..."*shivering*

So goodbye sexy hot pants, and say hi to new best friends the jeans.

Not blessed with great legs like GUESS models, I look like a nightmare wearing the long long thing, always.

Forget about legging which emphasise the "greatness" of my thigh and show how inseparable my both thighs are.

Oh I should talk about my flight, which was great because of the food, and sucks because of the stiffness of my back, 13 hours long flight, didn't get the aisle seat (how can I forget to online check in!!!) so I had to hold my pee sometimes and I asked for water everytime the airstewardess passed by so as in equals to out so just imagine how often I had to pee (phew what a long sentence...*panting*).

As usual, seatbelt buckled, headset plugged in and David Tao's song selected.

And I started to sleep.

In the early morning of 11am.

The one sit next to me must be so amazed by my sleeping ability. "Sleep once head hit the pillow" type of sleeping ability.

I stole this picture from google, I was too busy sleeping forgot to snap picture.

Well I did wake up, when I heard the clicking sound of fork and spoon. The guys seated next to me was so nice that he helped me laid out all the food on my table and even got me a coke....because I was busy sleeping. I was on the verge of tears*obviously exaggerating* when I woke up and welcomed by the sight of foods. Thanks the guys seated next to me who I had a great time chatting with (I just hope my breath didn't stink after a long sleep...).

And also I hope I didn't accidentally lay my head on his shoulder when I slept because he was pretty big that he fit EXTREMELY WELL into the seat. His shoulder was so broad that it entered my territory(seat) and when my head turn to his side I can almost touch his shoulder. My head jerked up everytime I felt like touching something. Movies always present this "girl sleep on shoulder of a guy" scene as a romantic plot, well not in the case that the guy has a girlfriend seated few rows behind haha. They were so cute that everytime they will try communicate using some sign language.

Sign language:Put finger almost into the mouth.
Translation: What are you eating?

Sign language:Use hand to do wavy motion.
Translation:Fish fish.

Maybe I should just exchange my seat with his girlfriend.

Dubai international airport where I did my transit. Another stolen picture...Walking zombie forgot how to use camera...

So yeah finally after the 13 hours of flight with 3 hours of transit, with 1 hour waiting at the custom (where I entertain myself by trying to tell apart the malaysian chinese and china chinese), with another hour taking the train to get to the nearest train station to my house, and FORTUNATELY just another 15 minutes walking in the UNFORTUNATELY dark and cold to get back to the house.

Phew I was so dead by the time I got home.

I will be dead-er if there wasnt tissue boy being my very own ~~kuli~~ muscle man to hoist my luggage onto and down the train, up and down the ladder....the lifting weight limit of my arm is like 5 kg I swear.

Oh there was a really cute old lady at the uk immigration. When she was lining up she just suddenly started rummaging inside her bag, and then whipped out a...

L-O-L-I-P-O-P.

And gave it to a little girl waiting in queue.

When I get old, I must bring candy with me too and give it to random kids so that everyone thinks that I am a sweet old lady and my children will not send me to old folk house.

Marble Cake Is Soft

2010-09-18T01:07:00.005+08:00

My aunt used to bake marble cake for us whenever we went to her house. I just can't wait to lay my fingers on the delicious cake once it is out of the oven. She is always a good baker for me. Well except once she made a hotdog bread which the hotdog was the only eatable part. The bread will land on the floor with a loud thud, ~~banging against the floor and the whole world shake~~. It was found useful to be used as killing weapon by throwing at someone's head and possibly cause severe brain damage.

And I shall conclude it as deadly as nokia 3310. Try throwing it from 3rd floor and it will survive with merely few scratches.

Oh so yup marble cake. Named as marble cake not because it is as hard as marble(or nokia 3310) that we played when we were kid ok? It is named after the swirling pattern of chocolate in the buttery batter.*salivating... wait i get tissue wipe my mouth first*

Ingredients:
Butter 225g
Castor sugar 225g
Self raising flour 225g
Salt a pinch
Baking powder 3/4 tsp
Eggs 4
Cocoa powder 2tbsp
Milk 7tbsp
Vanilla essence 1tsp

*amount listed is suitable for round cake size 8 inches

1)Preheat oven to 170 degrees Celsius.

2)Mix cocoa powder with half of the milk and leave aside.

3)In a separate bowl, beat butter and sugar till soft and creamy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Add salt.

4)In another separate bowl, sift flour, baking powder and salt 3 times. Fold in the sifted ingredients into the creamed mixture alternately with milk, starting and ending with flour.

5)Finally add in vanilla essence and combine well. Transfer 1/3 of the batter into a separate bowl and add the cocoa mixture to it. Mix well.

6)Scoop the plain batter and chocolate batter alternately into a well greased cake tin. Run a jam knife through the batter to get a marbled effect. Level the top and bake the cake for 45 to 50 minutes or until a skewer inserted in the centre of the cake comes out clean.

7)Remove cake from oven and let it cool completely before decorating it.

b.u.r.p PPPPPPP

So unladylike. Excuse me.

p.s recipe retrieved from marble cake recipe.

Note to self:Do more running tomorrow.

Sinful Tea

2010-09-15T01:03:00.006+08:00

Waking up to chirping of birds, sunlight streaming in through the window, is like a dream.

Exactly, a dream.

Apparently in malaysia, you are more likely to be waken up by morning prayer of fellow muslim friends. And I happened to stay in a hotel a liiiitle too near to a mosque, listened to a song I cannot singalong. Malay friends, just kidding la HAHAHAHA...(don't hate me please)

Then we went to the teafarm!!(so sudden change of topic..)

Leaves and mud

The best way to let people remember you is be in the frame while people taking picture. Dude on the right, well done. Now we never going to forget you.

Steep and big gap (i mean each step of it is like twice the height of normal step) steps. I think I just burnt off the calories for my breakfast by the time I reach the bottom. YAY I feel lighter suddenly *lie to self*

Trying to act serene, which in fact scare like hell because the ground is quite steep that I might just roll down like snowball collecting muds and leaves ok not snowball more like mudvesball.

She is not wearing sari, although she might seem like she is.

Talking about tea, I have a story to share. When I was in uk, there wasn't any mamak stall that an indian will come to you and asked,

"Amoi, nak minum apa?"

Which I can then say something from subconscious mind,
"Teh ais satu."

Teh ais seriously this is my favorite drink in the world and I craved for it so much after months and months of not tasting a drop of it. So one day, I bought some teabag, but too stingy to buy milk, and decided to make my own teh ais. So I scanned the refrigerator, and TADAaa there I found milk, for free, which is owned my housemate.

So I started to make it *happyhappy* and savoured my happy drink that make me happy and simply happy. (I make my innocent teh ais sound like drug) and NOOOOOOOOO the owner of the milk came to the kitchen and instantly spotted the evidence of crime.

"HAHAHAHAHA I stole your milk HAHAHAHA" putting the biggest smile on face to cover the fact that I was a thief...

Her face was full of shock.

And I was thinking "what is it now do you have to make a big fuss over a tiny thing like stolen milk huh? just borrow a few drops only..." and feeling extremely annoyed. Just kidding I am not this petty and small minded. I am friendly people....

Then she said,
"The milk is expired for like 2 days....or maybe 3..."

FML.

Either the milk was not sour enough or I really didn't bother to care as long as I had my teh ais, because I didn't even realise the milk was expired.

Apart from being dishonest friend acting like a thief, I appear to have no sense of smell and taste too. What a pathetic creature.

And I didn't cirit birit and had to sleep with the toilet bowl. Instead I slept like a baby and was plotting to steal another housemate's milk for another heaven drink.

I miss teh ais now...however too lazy to make one.

Suddenly thought of another qualification for future husband: know how to make teh ais. YEEEEAAAHHHH

Overloaded With Strawberries

2010-09-13T00:20:00.009+08:00

If you like strawberry, strawberry and strawberry, please go to cameron highland. And make sure you have strong stomach that is very unlikely to perform twist, turn, flip or even somersault after the winding road leading up to the hill.

If you dont like strawberry, you still have to go when forced by your dad. Like me.

After throwing up today's breakfast, yesterday's dinner, yesterday's lunch...,we were hungry so my dad took us to an old restaurant which he had been to YEARS ago. He drove around the town like local people. HE IS A WALKING GPS.

Here is the thing, all men are born with GPS embedded inside their brain I think. Like my dad, my boyfriend, my boy friends, basically anyone with more testosterone than progesterone. Tissue boy and I went malacca once and he just randomly drive around while I kept giving wrong instructions (eh this way la oh nono that way that way WHY DIDN'T YOU TURN RIGHT JUST NOW). We finally made it to our destination simply because he didn't listen to me.

Opps... sorry I digressed.

Oh so after finished eating, we went to our hotel, checked in, and started our trip.

Ok maybe I should stop at checked in. Because no one had the intention to step outside the room after seeing the welcoming beds. *eyes glint* I went onto the bed, and READ.*intellectual* (And who said malaysian dont read huh?) Well for like 10 minutes, before I dozed off into slumber. (I take back what I just said...)

Act emo at balcony.

Err...some plants with flowers and leaves?

I finally woke up because I felt hungry. *pig snort* And off we went to the brinchang night market, which I totally think should be renamed as the "we love strawberries" night market.

Strawberry item no.1

Strawberry item no.2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10.......n

Strawberry item no. n+1. strawberry coated with chocolate.

Strawberry item no.?. (lost count already larrrr....)

And the sellers were wearing strawberry suits! Isn't that extraordinary? HAHA I was just kidding...*pat self for a good joke*.

Other than strawberry,there were also corns (which I also hate), sweet potatoes, cactus,...oh and also a uncle selling old postcards which were used and actually had words written on it. (Everything also can sell nowadays) If I was his friend, I will also sell all the postcards sent by him and write him a thank you card for inspiring me into involving in this business wtf.

And also this,

Broom.

When my sis first saw it, she exclaimed,
"Oh broom!"

And my mum started to laugh, "HAHAHAHAHA"
And I started to laugh too,"HAHAHAHAHA"

The truth was I actually thought that was a broom too. But you know when people laugh you should just join along to prove that you are not stupid. *so pathetic*

In the end my mum said that was a kind of plant. Who wants to buy this kind of plant anyway?

After complaining tonnes of things I don't like to eat, here right in the picture (ok fine you cant see...) is ~~my most favorited~~ one of my favorite food, waffle!!!And the one I was munching on (OKOK I know you cant see it again) was the worst waffle I ever had in my life. But waffle, nothing gonna change my love for you~~~~*goosebumps*

Something that is red but no strawberry. FINALLY.

It was a day that I shall name it as "I have never seen so many strawberries in my whole life" day.

I Have A Dream

2010-09-03T19:30:00.008+08:00

Yes I have a dream.

Before you go like "arr..not this again" and move your cursor to close the tab or window, chill and spare a few moment to read please.*bersusah payah wrote this ok *

.......

Ok I interpret the silence as a yes. *YAY*

So erm my dream story goes like this.

At age of 5, all I want was to mummy to dress me up and ride on my three wheeled bicycle.
At age of 7, I told the teacher I want to be a nurse just like every other girls.
At age of 16, I wanted to be a doctor because I was in science class studying biology.
At age of 18, I became a fans of american dramas 24 and I decided it will be too hard to announce the time of death like the world hasn't just fall apart.
At age of 19, I thought "why don't I be an engineer? That seems pretty cool. Girl, engineer huh?"
At age of 20, I was drowning in all the equations, but I was pretty confident that I just need a little more time.
At age of 20 and half, I still thought I can work this out. Just give me some times.
At age of 20 and three quarter, I still hang on and believe things will just turn out fine like it always did.
At the age of 21, what a shame to say, but finally I admitted this whole thing isn't really my thing.

So basically I just want to show you how fickle minded and MALAYSIAN and CHINESE I am.

It was like a predetermined path has been laid in front of me, all I did was follow the rule of "relationship of A's and career". Imagine a program formatted to decide your career,

*click submit result*
"Here are your career options."*robotic voice*
Doctor, Lawyer, Engineer.
"Is there any other options?'
"Please choose and proceed."
"I like art. Anything related to art?"
"Please choose and proceed."
"I mean can I choose something like art?"
"Please choose and proceed."
"Pftttt..."

Maybe it wasn't that sad because I actually get to choose not to follow this stupid program, but I never know what I want so here I am, realising my mistake and regret my decision. After a bloody 21 years.

So during a night where these few girls sitting in starbucks watching other people's face glowed when telling their story. So we thought, we can have something interesting that we like and we would like to share. Not just rant about the stupid homeworks and plastic girls we hate.

We poured our heart out and told each other our dreams. And we promised to remind each other our dreams everytime we meet.

"I am a law student and all I want is cook and have my own restaurant."

"I am an accounting graduate. I worked as accountant before and I quit, I worked as match maker before and I quit, I worked in investment company before and I quit. I am still on my way looking for something I want with my life."

"I am an engineering student and I want to be a wife, airhostess, interior designer, baker, and author. I might dream a liiiitle too big I guess."

Wife, I think pretty achievable, at least I have found my bridesmaid.

Two of THEM. Is there a limitation on number of bridesmaid?

Interior designer, well well I think I will just fulfill my dream by building houses in the sims 3!!!*Wheeee*

I usually build the house and my sister busy getting her sims to woohoo. *oops just revealed her secret*

Author, baker HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

And airhostess, I am serious about this, and I am working on it. Wish me luck.

One year from now,I am going to graduate and yay guess what? I will be officially unemployed too. If you see me working behind a desk from 9 to 5 and complain how sitting too long has flatten my buttock, please kindly remind me that,

"I have a dream."

p.s This post is not to tell you how sucks engineering is okie? Even though it is in fact.

Not Katak, Burung Kakak, Or Lady Gaga

2010-08-31T21:23:00.008+08:00

It all happened in a sudden.

Suddenly my best friend came home from miles away.
Suddenly I wanted to pay her a visit.
Suddenly she told me there will be a steamboat birthday party at her house. *YEAH*
Suddenly I was invited as a guest. *YEAHYEAHYEAH X 123456789*

And suddenly, I became a kakak.*WHAT???*

Not katak, burung kakak or lady gaga ok?

It simply meant kakak aka the maid. The one you asked to make you milo ice or ribena whatever your favorite drink is.

So I was the chef.....assistant's assistant's assistant's which was assigned with some ~~zero~~ low skilled job. For example unwrapped frozen food packaging, throw into a big bowl, and then stand there stare at mountain high fishball with blank eyes.

Since her parents were on vacation somewhere else and took the camera, I was APPOINTED as the photographer of the night.*gloat* Erm...because I was the only one who had camera. Despite my professionalism *I got some skill wan lo*, I didn't get to take good pictures due to following circumstances:

"Be CAREFUL *threatening tone* not to take my picture." *shiver*
"Don't want la..shy la...*cover face with pillow* Dont want dont want."

Example of camera shy object.*Notice object in red shirt*

O-K...before I got so desperate that I think I should just take vain shots of myself and called it a day, I found my ~~victim~~ model.

Jengjengjeng

Innocent kid no.1

Innocent kid no.2 (she even lifted her skirt so cute)

So the whole time I was luring them into posing for me, and they were really good model to work with, ~~with such a high passion in posing~~. At one time they were playing with the doll house*awww I miss doll house*, my inner child was unleashed. So I started saying,

"Oh why are they still sleeping..lazylazypigpig."*in the most kiddy voice I can ever fake*
"Because because cockcock-kai haven't made noise yet."

And then I did one of the most awesome thing I ever did in my life.

"Cockcockcockcooo~~~"Now everyone realised I was there.

"Why are they still sleeping?"
"*giggles* They cannot hear...*giggles again*"

And I did it again. I was awesomely awesome.

"Cockcockcockcooo~~~" Now I am 100% sure everyone will remember I was there.

Awww...Dollhouse...*gleaming eyes*

Then there was a point I felt like saying"Oh why don't they have babies?". But something came across my mind *thanks buddha*, and I didn't say it. I will be utterly speechless if the little girl asked me with her little voice," How they get babies?". O-H N-O.

I was not ready to give them sex education yet, seriously.

Well and the next day, I was on the phone with tissue boy showing off how I ~~cheated~~ charmed the kids.

"You know you know I think I can be a good mum."*excited*
"Hmm...*stone cold voice* You remember how you beat toto?"

Ouch.

Toto is my daughter, a girl (decided through paper scissor stone), age unknown, address: little corner on right hand side of the queen size bed of tissue boy's, never speak before *annoys me a lot*

Her picture. Pixelated to protect her privacy. *Pretend that you cannot remember how a tedddy bear looks like*

So I admit I did punch her sometimes when tissue boy pissed me off. Now she think I abuse her and she want to leave and look for a better family and I have to tell her I love you every night to beg for her forgiveness and whether she is going to leave I am not sure, stay tuned if you want to know.*roll eyes*

Tissue boy and I made up this most WTF story solely for self entertaining purpose. Dont call child abuse centre okie?

I shall end this post with my picture with the little girls ~~that I charmed~~.

Well...Erm...NO.

I cannot take it if other people say"yerr why this girl so vain wan?"

Even though I am a little vain sometimes. *veryvery few a little only* Excuse my english.

The Oatmeal Cookie Is One Big Family

2010-08-29T16:43:00.007+08:00

It was another day that I spent rustling in and out the kitchen, with my dog following me around waiting for me to feed her with anything made out of butter.

One day I am going to put whole cube of butter on the floor and do the how much you can eat until you puke experiment for my dog.

I was making oatmeal cookies simply because it sounded healthy.No doubt there will still be tonnes of butter used but somehow the butter will melt into the oat and somekind of reaction happened then the butter will be gone in a puff of smoke like I didn't put any in it.*lie to self*

Oops I forgot there was also sugar, but I am CONFIDENT that the same scientific theory of oatmeal can make anything not so healthy disappear can be applied here as well.*I am totally convinced with this theory*

Typically with all the measuring, mixing, and licked all the butter on my hands, the dough was done and ready to be sent into the oven.

The dough looked pretty gross here. But all good food started ugly. Haven't you heard of this famous saying? Oh who said that? Sound so familiar to me.

Erm..ME.*laughing hysterically*

You probably just heard a worse joke than wawasan 2020.

Every individual cookie placed neatly on the baking tray and sent into the preheated oven. Finally I can sit down watching tv, took a sip of the english tea while enjoying the buttery smell wafting in the air.

"DING" THE COOKIES WERE READY. *skipping to the kitchen joyfully*

I was pretty sure I actually made cookieS.*plural*

Not ONE C-O-O-K-I-E.

Seeing this, my mum came up with a suggestion. "Maybe you should use this recipe to sell cookies. Use a little bit of ingredients you come out with giant cookies. A lot profit." A mum just taught her daughter how to cheat. Thanks mum.

THAT cookie must be a tightly knitted family that wanted to stay together until death do them apart. *so touching...lie to self again* OK fine, I think I was a liiiitle bit too generous with the baking soda and erm...also the butter.

I broke them into pieces and placed in a plate which said school. Even the plate asked me to go back to school to learn before I bake.

There was some dough left so second attempt.*Buddha bless me*

I got smarter and placed the dough in MUFFIN baking tray. What you gonna do now cookies let me see how you merge together show me show me!!*laughing evilly* Into the oven and I started to wait, in front of the oven. " I am watching you cookies."

Well it turned out to be,

At least they are now cookies.

Comparison between first and second batch cookies. Buddha did bless me for the second attempt.

And then the third attempt. Why the muffin baking tray only have 9 stupid little holes?

Yay. I love the 3rd batch cookies. Because they satisfied the qualification (by me of course) of being a perfect cookie.

Because they looked ugly. 1)With crack here and there. 2)irregular shape. 3)Look very cincai-ly made.

Fine I actually imagined my cookies to look pretty on the outside. But those are my babies, how can I not love them?*pretend to be a good mum*

The recipe is found on joyofbaking.com and I am not going to share it here because I screwed up.*hate to admit this but still have to admit GRR*

By the way, those cookies sold out the next day even though my dog was the one ate a lot. Thank you my dog for having such a good taste in food. *big wet eyes*.

What Happens When A Bad Singer Sings

2010-08-25T22:18:00.008+08:00

When a sing k session ends up to be a camwhore session, there are reasons behind it.

A example of the scenario:

"Keep keep bleeding I keep keep bleeding in love *cough*"

First attempt.

"I'll be wearing all these scars...*paused*"

And hummed through the rest of the sentence with a key one octave lower.

Second attempt.

"And I keep bleeding, keep....GRRR NEXT SONG."

Enough embarrassing myself.

So I ruin leona lewis song again. Damn why she has to sing in soprano key?

I may be a bad singer, but I am a good sing-k mate. Remember to invite me next time.*bat eyelashes*

First of all, it is because I don't sing a lot so that other people with some actual talent can sing. Second reason will be I help other people to camwhore during the sing k session.

You see you see.

Start off with typical asian "yeah" pose.

I know I am artistic.

So cute!!Aren't they?

Err...can I take back what I just said?

Reason number 3 is I will be so pleased to camwhore with you too.

Thank god it is sprite in my hand. Mum and dad, I really don't drink.

Good friends are meant to be sharing everything, including hair.

Erm erm..erm..I have nothing to explain about my expression except act cute.

There are polka dots at the back!!!OK fine...that is nothing to be excited about.

There is one good thing about having day out with friends in karaoke (other than screaming like a psycho) is that you can reveal the ~~rude~~ ~~tomboy~~ not-so- lady-like side of you by doing something like this:

Men outside, listen. We lady really don't enjoy sitting uptight, foot on the floor and hands on lap.

At the end of the day, I sing like erm maybe 10 8 5 songs, which are mostly unfinished, yet I take like hundreds of photos. Still worth something like RM XX I guess?

Don't tell me the answer.

Let's Get Moving

2010-08-23T13:30:00.008+08:00

So the benefits of exercising are stay away from diabetes, decreasing the risk for cardiovascular disease, and reducing the amount of bone loss that is associated with age, osteoporosis...

Bla bla bla.

Who cares about health? *I can imagine my mum knock me on my head*
Did I mention anything look cute in skinny jeans?

So that is ~~THE ONLY ONE~~ one of the reason I exercise. YES I DO EXERCISE sometimes. *head held high proudly*

So here we are jogging up the hill.

After some stretching we started to ~~run~~ walk and *ahem*...talk.

"You know the affair between x and y?" Girls love juicy gossip.
"Yea has her husband found out?"
"Do you think he is blind?So freaking damn obvious like a general knowledge the affair."
"Aww...he must be so sad."
"You know the guy is married too?"
"Oh no.. is he?OH MY GOD"
"Oh you know there is another affair. The Mr.Z?"
"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!Is there anymore?"*Getting hyperventilating*

I almost got heart attack from the ~~run~~ talk.

To maximise the efficiency of working out, give a girl an ipod, iphone or even ipad, DO NOT EVER GIVE HER A COMPANION.

Seriously we did run, making few stops, OCCASIONALLY, for photoshooting.

Something like "no no you pose like that..yea yea sit there still..good shot!". Sometimes, the so called "photoshooting" will be interrupted other joggers who threw us some weird and cold stares. We then switched into acting mode: pretending to look for something on the floor, or fumbling for something in pocket, or whistling like nothing happened.

When they are gone, we entered the narcissist mode AGAIN.

It is quite a surprise we actually made it to the top. My secret is keep cursing.

Mumbling under my breath,

"Damn. Can it be anymore sloppier?"
"If I give up now I can never fit into the hot pants I just bought."
"I C-A-N M-A-K-E I-T...D-A-M-N-N-I-T" *panting*

Cursing the hill and cursing yourself being fat is indeed great energy booster. Especially for a girl.

Overall it was a really productive work out, other than jogging up the hill TWICE *WAO*, we did additional activities such as talking, giggling, posing and cursing. If jogging for one hour burn 400kcal, we at least used up 800kcal I think.*yeah jump in joy*

Err overestimating? Fine make it 796kcal then. Not satisfied huh?

Whatever.

Some friendly reminder while excising:

Low intensity activity such as jogging is aerobic which mean oxygen is utilised to produce energy. Aerobic calories burn fat as your body breathes in oxygen. However anaerobic activity will cause accumulation of lactic acid and create burning sensation in muscle, instead of burning the fat, glycogen is burnt.

To slim down, do more aerobic activity at least 4 to 5 times a week. Each time around 20 to 40 minutes.

I am IN.

What are you waiting for? Move your ass now!

WARNING: For illustration purpose. It must be photoshop effect.

Casino Not So Royale

2010-08-21T15:41:00.013+08:00

What is the meaning of turning 21?

Err...have sex with anyone you like.*whack me* my blog is soon gonna be read with PARENTAL GUIDE due to ~~honestly harsh~~ inappropriate word usage.
Oh come on, be serious.

The answer is....dengdengdeng...

Enter casino LEGALLY.*high 5*

Did I just say be serious?Forget it.

So there are few things need to be done before the exciting moment.
1. Eat A LOT.
Ok there is no such rule I make it up to make myself felt less guilty.

I finished this seems-ridiculously-damn-a-lot-but-in-fact-too-tasty-not-to-finish nasi lemak.

2. Dress up to look at least 21.

From left to right:M, me, and an old man(?!).

Still the casino guard asked for my IC. Damn it.

3.Bring lots of money and guts.

We forgot about that. But who said we have to follow the rules?

So finally we were in the CASINO. Oh wait, so this is casino? Where is the suit up gentlemen, and the elegant lady in glam gown?

There were only bunch of aunties and uncles. And that was it.

We moved from tables to tables, and tables to tables. My friend was pretty into the game, I was on the other hand, slightly fascinated by the colourful chips simply because of the colour, and too busy eyeing for good looking card dealer.

At the same time, I had another mission (what a busy lady). I was looking for a shark loaner *roll eyes*. What? I have never seen one in my life! According to tvb drama, they should have a scar across their face, and dragon tattoo.

This is maybe a little bit too handsome.*slap face wake up wake up*

Scan scan scan...scan scan scan. No no no Noooo. Ok maybe a shark loaner doesn't look that way.

Then something caught my attention. Some female dancers wearing hot mini pants ~~with their ass almost sticking out~~ were performing on the stage, along with a male dancer wearing so CASUALLY like pyjamas.

So I asked,

"Are they rehearsing?Why is the guy dress like he is going to sleep?"
"I don't know.Wao look at the girls so damn skinny. I thought white girls are usually pretty fat."
"Yealo. Look at that girl, look at her leg. Oh I want her legs."
"That one prettier lo. But why are they all so skinny?"
Obviously no one was interested in the guy. And we are not lesbian okie.

5 minutes later,
still standing there watching the girls.

10 minutes later,
yea still there.

Until,
"Why are we standing here?"
"We look like lesbian."

Pause. Shocked. And Giggled.

"OK LET'S MOVE."

Then we saw a group of china tourists led by a tour guide coming in. So erm...casino is malaysia tourist attraction?
Caucasian go museum;chinese go casino. This is what we call CULTURAL DIFFERENCE.*fully immersed in my latest philosophy*

Then a friend said there is another floor of casino which is more "HIGH CLASS" and asked us to go. *nod head nod head* So we went out of the casino, and due to some misunderstanding, and my friend actually not sure how to go, we actually went in and out the same casino entrance like:

Hello guard, byebye guard, hello guard again, oh byebye guard again.
~~Acting like a 21.~~

So ~~CUTE~~ embarrassing.

The leader of the casino trip which didn't perform well*blek*:M and S

In the end, the so called "HIGH CLASS" casino was not found. And we ended up in starbucks. I was happy because the casino made my hair smelled like shit.

Just want to show the artistic piece of mine. It was a ferris wheel. Stop asking: Yerr...why lose focus one?" I purposely made it that way OKIE?

The Tomato Shrimp Spaghetti

2010-08-19T14:25:00.003+08:00

My favorite pasta is always lasagna followed by spaghetti. The creamy cheesy lasagna makes me drool even thinking about it.

Enough fascination.

Lasagna is cheesy. Cheesy is fattening. Conclusion is lasagna is fattening. Simple logic isnt it?

So byebye lasagna and hello spaghetti.

I can almost hear someone saying,

"Spaghetti is every bit fattening as lasagna you fool!"
"My spaghetti style is not fattening okie you fool!"

I don't use the bolognese sauce very often. I like the own made tomato sauce and oyster sauce chinese style spaghetti. The chinese style...shhh...erm I should make a post about it.*faint*

This tomato style (tomato style what the heck?!) is not as strong flavored as bolognese, but it is kind of tasty also (err doesn't sound convincing at all....). Whatever la at least I think it is good LOL.

Ingredients:
8 cloves of garlic (I like it to be a lot)
4 Tomato (Pick some sweeter tomato the sour one is going to ruin the meal)
Shrimp
Spaghetti (for 3-4 person)
Ketchup
Black pepper
Sugar
Oregano

Procedure:
1)Boil the water and put in the spaghetti and tomatoes (so that I can peel the skin off tomatoes easily)

2) Minced the garlic and heat the pan on medium heat.

3) Peel the tomatoes skin off and randomly cut it into smaller portion. (Be careful it is going to be freaking hot)
4)Put in garlic and let it turn slightly golden brown.
5)Put in tomatoes and squash it to release all the juices. Let it cook for a while.

6)Then in the spaghetti. Mix it well with the sauce. Then in with the shrimp.
7)Season with fair amount of pepper(I love pepper so I tend to put a lot), ketchup and sugar(put some sugar in case your tomatoes are too sour)
8)Sprinkle in some oregano. This little herb makes wonder. And you are ready to serve!

Oh by the way, do not put the dried oregano on top of the spaghetti like I did. It need to be cooked to release the aroma, I did that because you know, for photo LOL.

Oh and by the way, despite what I said about not touching lasagna, I had it few days ago. I know I know I never learn the simple logic.

Being Darling of A Mum's Darling

2010-08-17T21:41:00.006+08:00

I spent the last week staying with tissue boy's family.
The greatest thing is I sort of get a little little bit much closer with his mum.*YOOHOO*
Even though we had a pretty bad start.

I stepped into his house. Auntie lifted her head behind the newspaper, and she smiled at me.

Sound like a great opening.

"How are you?"

So far so good.

"I am doing great auntie."

"You seem like you gained some weight."

*AHEM* EXCUSE ME?

So I spent the next hour bugging tissue boy with "is his mum being the only honest people to tell me this brutal truth or his mum just forgot how I looked".

I hate both possibilities.

How I looked like when I showed up at tissue boy's house, and auntie said...*WAIL*

And later at dinner I barely eat anything at all, which made auntie to say,

"Not fat la..eat more eat more."

Auntie the damage has been done. I am so broken hearted.

I always like auntie, she is very nice, but we never get too close. Mostly because other that nod, shake head, yes, no, err, smile, umm, thanks,sorry, byebye, I almost speak nothing to her.

When there is only me and tissue boy, I got hyper and I talk about everything other than thanks and sorry.* smirk*

But there is somehow some kind of improvement in the relationship between me and auntie. Maybe I am not so shy shy anymore, which tissue boy usually refer as TAK MALU. *I wanna strangle him*

OKOK I admit I was really TAK MALU because I told auntie I can cook for the family so that she can rest after work. What a sweet girl I am. *flip hair*

My first meal-the chinese sausage fried rice. Chill la, piece of cake.
And I screwed it. The chinese sausage was too hard and chunky which I regret not chopping it into small pieces. No one complained though but still....ARGHHHHHHHH

Despite some SMALL incidents, (err the yong tau fu I made all the fillings come out from the ladies finger after deep frying, the salty asparagus which looked slightly black because of too much soy sauce....),I survived the week or should I say they survived...

This is definitely not my picture. My yong taufu just imagine something 10 times uglier.

I enjoyed the week because yes, I think I finally can VERBALLY communicate with auntie. We talk about cooking (which is a very bad idea), how life going on, uncle the husband (he ar, cannot let him eat too much, so fat already), tissue boy the darling son and boyfriend.

Next time if tissue boy bully me, I know who to turn to. HIAHIAHIA

Camwhore in Genting

2010-08-09T11:56:00.006+08:00

WARNING: You are about to witness some excessive and almost unacceptable narcissm. STOP RIGHT HERE or it will not be my responsible if you puke.

So here it comes...

From left to right: M,S,Y,ME

Guess where this is???
London...NOPE
Err Red bus station (what the heck is this?) NOPE

OKOK Genting la...A pretty easy guess

So the four girls that only meet once in a year now went to genting and camwhore throughout the trip.

Typically we went for the outdoor theme park. And we started with the spinning cup because we think that was EASY.

M and S all smile before the spinning.

And face turned green three minutes later.
We didn't even spin a lot because we were just too busy mumbling.

"Eh I cannot tahan already..."
"Ummm.."
"Stop stop.."
"......"

That was the first time the girls realised that they are old granny.

And then we challenged the four people roller coaster. Again the same story repeated itself.

All smile before the up and down ride.

Another camwhore picture.

Yet another.

And believe me, there are MANY MANY MANY more.

We were trying the break the record of taking the most pictures when lining up for a game.

After the game, we were not happy. I thought I was going to have heartattack. Another aging sign.

This used to be my favorite game. So breezy to be spinned around.

Yet that day the only thing in my mind was "if the chain come loose, with all the centripetal force, I will be thrown pretty far away, and died in a poodle of blood with my face smacked like minced meat."

I was really grateful to land on the ground finally. And another old granny symptoms.

We played some other games later, and we sweared we will never come to theme park again.

It was a really sunny day, and I got sunburnt.
Yes sunburn in genting.

I had a whole tube of sunblock stuffed in my bag but I was too lazy. And I ended up looking like a drunk old lady at the end of the day.

I learnt so much during a trip to theme park.
Firstly, I am an old lady.
Secondly, it is really very easy to get sunburnt at higher altitude.

I am going to wear sunblock everywhere I go now or I am really going to look like an old lady.

Birthday of A Middle Aged Woman

2010-08-05T15:31:00.007+08:00

I don't behave normally with my dog around.

1.I talk to my dog. Yup I talk to her and look into her eyes. She often sniffs loudly to tell me to f**k off.

2.I freak out at every pound I gain but I feel proud at the tyre around my dog's waist. "Does vet perform bypass surgery on dog?"

3.No one should ever lie on my bed except myself. Well my dog can be an exception, if she doesn't have mud on her paw.

4.She never watches her step. Sometimes she settle down right on my head. A big lump of fat ON MY HEAD *arr warm* I enjoy it before I feel suffocated.

5.I walk her around the taman with my hair sticking out here and there and wearing the most "aunty-ish" pants. *pray please please don't meet anyone I know*

Today is her 49th birthday, the middle age woman.

I remember 1 year of human life equal to 7 years of dog's, err is it??

She sort of having a midlife crisis.

Which can be proven by her fat ass, which never shrink nowadays.

Basically this is how she lives now.

Having a reserved sofa seat which faces the aircon and right in front of the tv.

Lucky brat.

Anyway, I wish you the little furry fatty, continue to stay ~~fat~~ happy go lucky.

The Buttercake

2010-08-04T16:56:00.007+08:00

My dog and I both crave for cheese, butter and milk.
The difference is she ends up to be a fat dog, while I stay slim *smirk and flip hair*

So her birthday is coming so I decided to give her a treat which is...
A BUTTER CAKE.

Since she totally get used to being called a fatty, so just let it be.

Ingredients

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 cup butter
1 cup white sugar
2 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3/4 cup milk

Directions

1.Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Lightly grease one 8 inch square baking pan. Line bottom with wax paper or dust lightly with flour.

Don't you just love the butter?

2Sift together the flour, salt, and baking powder.
3.Cream the butter and blend in the white sugar, eggs, and vanilla. Beat until light and fluffy.

The creamed butter.

4.Add the sifted dry ingredients to the creamed mixture alternately with the milk. Stir until just blended. Pour batter into prepared pan.

5.Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 50 to 55 minutes or until cake springs back when lightly touched. Remove from pan and allow it to cool.

The final mixture. And I actually put some cheese on top for my dog (what a good mummy I am...*ahem*)

6. Tada finished!Go wash your hands!!!

It is slightly over browned. I shouldn't have went watching tv...

Moist and buttery.YUMM!

*Burps* Happy birthday to my dog!

**The recipe is obtained from allrecipes.com.

Strolling In Penang

2010-08-02T15:54:00.009+08:00

During my last penang trip, I am like a Islamic woman that has been unleashed from the dress code confinement. My bottom were at most 10 inches from hip.

Imagine walking under the blazing sun for a whole day...and we were even dumb enough to actually walk around the town on feet, the worst thing is we went to the morning market of penang.

Literally roasted *faint*

The worst thing even worse than worse (how many times I have to emphasis the WORST) is, I have a mum who enjoyed morning market. which means all of us have to linger around doing nothing except sweating.

At this time, something even worse than the worst of worst thing happened, my sis mistepped into a longkang, and broke one side of her sandals. She was standing like a flamingo, and I was busy laughing while still busy sweating. There was a shoes stall nearby and I got one for her.

"Aunty can I have size 6 for this?It is for my sister."

"OKOK (very loudly) you want or not?very nice on you too.last pair lo.try la try la..."

"Aunty haha no thank you..."

I was really proud for myself for being able to restrain myself from getting a pair of new shoes. YEAH I made it told you I am not shopaholic.

Well then less than five minutes later,

Yeah, I got the other pair for myself.

*clear throat* what!It was only RM 10, I would be a fool to miss out such a good deal!

Oh before becoming roasted pig in market, we had our breakfast where I witnessed the true Malaysia.

A little flies on my straw.

My favorite of the day. That was the 1st time I tried this Indian food. Soft in the middle, and got a little crunch, smelled really good too!

After the market, we strolled around the street where we got the typical sounvenier tao sa pia and not so typical what I called the flawed pia.

See the filling leaked out from the pia(??biscuit??) The seller insisted they purposely made it this way.ERM...

Anyway, my mum bought it and she kept telling us how good it tasted. *Ahem*

It is a must to eat cendol in an alley for my family everytime we visit penang. And I always think it is a very popular stall in penang, and finally it was proven right by a bunch of people with DSLR surging to the stall, and started taking pictures. *quickly hide away my little mini camera*

Anyway, my little mini camera still worked ok la...See see!!

And lastly, a polaroid picture of old penang!

I Believe In Marriage

2010-07-31T21:25:00.012+08:00

When I was a young little girl, I like to watch tvb, and like most of the kids, I spent more time on asking question than watching tv.
"Mummy, is this the final episode?Mummy, but hor they didn't get married wo...?"

I used to believe love story is completed with tying the knot and then give birth to bunch of kids.

And I wasn't sure since when the thought was buried somewhere deep inside my heart where I never seem to find.

There was a day me and tissue boy were stuck in horrifying morning traffic. The whole car was filled by the DJ energetic voice. The topic was about marriage. LOTS of people were calling in to express their view on marriage. Yea, what other better thing to do when you are stuck in the sea of cars that never seem to move an inch.

So other that calling in the cheaper option was discuss with people in the car, which was exactly what I did.
"Why everyone think so highly of that piece of paper?" As usual, I had to make some noise.
"Why not?" He was so focused to slip his car into the little gap between cars.
"Why yes then?"
"Bodoh!"

A car nearly scratched his car, only missing by few inches.

*Phew* So he wasn't scolding me for my stupid question.

"Oi, my question, you haven't answer yet."
"Oh, erm...because I want to take care of the one I love." He said nonchalantly, while squeezing his car into another car-car gap sleekly.
But it impressed me.
Well he might just learnt it from tvb drama since he was 5, or this is one of the little sweet talk all guys should master, well, I was still impressed. Erm you may say I am easily impressed...

This is going to sound really disgusting. Prepare a paper bag or whatever in case you feel nauseous.
To hear the meaning of marriage from the one you love, it is truly different, no matter how many times you have heard it before.

The driver and I.

Fully absorbed in my romantic marriage talk...*AHEM AHEM*
Back to reality, marriage haha... still too far away from me. OK I admit I imagined my wedding gown before, has to be sleek simple elegant, not too much laces, oh has to be strapless, doesn't have to be vera wang dress but will be perfect if it is vera wang (obviously) and I prefer no veil, just some pretty head accessories.
*Ahem* I swear I never imagine myself getting married.

Love the hair accessories.

Err sometimes I like watching wedding pictures. I hate wedding picture taken in studio, mine has be somewhere outdoor with lots of trees and flowers, err beach also not bad, maybe can ask some friends to be in the photos too........... Again I swear I never imagine myself getting married. Oh come on who don't love watching the pretty groom and bride happily smiling into the camera?

Lots of green.

Lots of sea. (But too much rock what if I trip over my gown,hit the rock and die...)

And lots of friends. (Err I think I can accept pet too...)

I swear I never imagine myself getting married YET.

**All the wedding pictures are taken from 100layercake.

The Toothbrushgirl

2010-07-29T22:43:00.009+08:00

It is really common to hear from a malaysian ranting about the public transport.
It can be a train that never show up.
"Where the f**k is the f**king train?

Imagine the anger to make someone blurts the f word twice in one sentence.

Or a train that shows up ON TIME.

"Does the train need to be f**king ON TIME?"

The f word is spilled from the mouth because the train continues its journey WITHOUT me the malaysian.

This seriously happened when I went scotland last december. And I ended up being a toothbrush girl.

Photo taken before the accident at the train platform. Which keep reminding me the accident.

The story started with a bunch of teenagers went on a train to head to glasgow of scotland.
At 5 morning the train arrived and we went onboard. ALL of us which includes me. Sounds pretty good so far huh?
Well the worst thing happened when I THINK I should get down the train to BRUSH MY TEETH. Because apparently one of the ~~liar~~ friend said there was no toilet on the train.

And I believed it. That was so unbelievable.

By the time we rushed out of the toilet, our teeth was sparkling white, our breath was minty fresh, and our train was gone.
And it went away right in front of my eyes. With all my belongings on the train!!!!
I was genuinely a toothbrush girl because i was left standing on the platform with a pink toothbrush.

And a friend and two handphones. The lucky part.

I realised this post is ridiculously long so have to throw in some random pictures hehe. Err this picture shows...err.. MY FOOTPRINT and lots of other footprints.hehe

By the time you read this, you would have realised YES, we had no money.
So we begged the train operator.

"Who told you there is no toilet onboard?"
"Oh we didn't know (at a point of crying). could we get onto the train? we have no ticket please please..."
"You should have brought your ticket with you?"
"I am so sorry...pleaseplease."
"You know you shouldn't leave the train."
"Yea I know I am so sorry..."

After thousands of sorry please and being lectured with all the common-sense-rules-for-passangers, he let us went for the next train.

The next train was 1 hour later, and it was the longest 1 hour ever. The whole hour I spent watching the clock ticking, every single second.

The train finally arrived and we hooped on and sticked my butt onto the seat. THIS IS MY TRAIN.

Random picture to show I made it to scotland in the end

The ticket checker(????you know people that check ticket) was coming down the aisle. And all me and my friends said was,

"How how how how how??How how how how how? What should we say? How how how?"

And he glanced at us, and just walked past us. I think the train operator must have done an amazing job at describing us to the ticket checker.
Something like:
" Two asian girls holding toothbrush." This will be perfect.

Another random to show some snow. Snow isnt fun seriously.

Meanwhile, we were texting with smart friends with stinky breath. Thank buddha we had our phone.

"Apparently we are stuck here in preston station. The train you guys missed broke down. We have been waiting for 30 minutes here. Have to wait for another train to save us. "
"Oh we are on the train FINALLY. Will the train you guys waiting happen to be OUR TRAIN?"

And yes. The toothbrush girls saved their poor little friends. Erm...to be exact, the toothbrush girl's train save their poor little friends.

Everyone on the trip finally got back together.
I run down the aisle, towards tissue boy, and he held me high, and spinned me around. The rest just applaused and blew whistle, cheered for the romantic moment.

That was what I imagined. Well the truth is everyone was smirking at us, and asked whether we had fun. CHEH.

That was the first day of our journey where I didn't get any sleep at all. It was really too exciting.*cough*
And I fell asleep the moment I hit the pillow that night. I just hope I didn't snore.

Buburchacha??

2010-07-28T21:46:00.003+08:00

I keep a food diary in my mind.
Breakfast:Toast with butter and peanut spread evenly, smoothly on top. And I had 2 1.5. I think the other one I had less butter so can be decreased by half. I hope so~~~
Right before lunch:4 3 2 1 yam cake. I am sure it was only one.

By this time, I have already use up most of my calories quota. And most of the times I will stuff myself with only LOW FAT cereal as punishment.

BUT not when I have buburchacha.
Yes all those craps before this is just to introduce my homemade buburchacha haha. I am not sure is this the traditional TRUE buburchacha. But my house make it this way, so let's call this wewe family buburchacha. LOL

Ingredients:
Yam
Sweet potato
Sago
Gula Melaka
Coconut Milk

1) Soak the sago in water till they become slightly transparent and bloated(?bloated???I mean fatter??Cant think of better word haha)

The non BLOATED sago

2) Cut the yam and sweet potato into cubes.

3) Throw all the ingredients into boiled water.
*The more sago you put in the thicker the mixture will become so adjust it according to your preference.
4)Wait till the ingredients have soften, put in gula melaka. (normal sugar will be fine too)
5) When everything melts together, turn down the heat a little bit. When the mixture is cooled down, pour in coconut milk. I find coconut milk solidify and clump together when the heat is too high.
*Again more coconut milk result in thicker but even better smelling mixture.
6) Say YEAH excitedly because you are ready to eat. Buburchacha is wonderful to be served hot!

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Being Honest

2010-07-27T13:30:00.006+08:00

This is not my story. I am too free so I kind of make it up myself haha
Before going out for a date, this is what usually happens.

"This dress make me look fat. The last dress is better isn't it?"
His eyes darted from the tv to me for 0.01 second and get glued to the tv again.

"I think you LOOK PERFECT in any dress. Even if you are wearing a flour sack,you are always beautiful to me."
"Is it?" feel like just swallow whole jar of honey.
"So should we get going?"

So that is what he wants. Just tell you anything that you will put on your shoes and hoop onto the car.

At the party,
"Honey I started to think this is not a dress for you."
"Why?" ball my fist, ready to punch anytime.
"Because it makes you look ridiculous."
"You approved this dress, and now you tell me you hate it."

Who said women is fickle minded huh? Men are about the same.

"Because we were going to be late!"
So this is the reason you let me look ridiculous on a party.
Now I just feel like tying him up and strip off his clothes. And leave just bow tie around his neck. Make him looks like he is in the middle of fetish club party. Now we both look equally ridiculous.

Now what? Find the party host and tell her,
"Hey I have to leave. To hunt for an honest man. "

So next time if you see a girl dressed in this way, very likely that she doesn't have an honest boyfriend.

Honesty is really the best policy, especially in men and women relationship.

I have two friends who were couple when I first knew them. (now this is kisah benar la)
Once they went for a movie, and somehow they ended up watching horror movie. Since then, everytime they went for a movie, they picked horror type. Simply because they both thought the other half find excitements in bloods and screams.

They broke up in the end.
And the girl said, I never like horror movie.
And the guy said, I closed my eyes most of the times while watching horror movies.

It is ironic. They both thought they did the best for the other, and turns out both of them never know what other half really wants.

Tissue boy insists we should always try to be honest to each other. Well sometimes I lie about how much my newly bought stupid dress costs.
Other than that most of the times, when I am very unhappy with him, I tell him I hate him.
"I hate you singing. It bothers me a lot."

He hates me to say this because he thinks my singing is even worse.
And we usually end up looking at youtube video and singing together like nobody's business.

Honestly, everyone make mistake, and everyone has some kind of flaw, if that people can't even deal with tiniest bit of ugly truth out of honesty, just leave that jerk to live with lies.
Err...make sense??
Never mind as long as I understand it.
Feel like a philosopher that said something nobody ever get to understand MUAHAHA.

That is tissue boy's spectacles.I took this photo and realised later this made him looks like he just passed away. I swear I didn't hate him that much haha

Aunties in Small Town

2010-07-25T15:05:00.010+08:00

I have very good memory at remembering people face.
Erm but not applicable to black skin people. They look the same for me. I can only remember will smith.

In the small town I grew up, there are plenty of aunties with awesomely awesome memory with faces. It is hard to believe those people with grey hair that can even forget where they place their handbag, can accurately point out who you are by linking you to your mum or dad.
So the typical conversation is something like:
"Wao you are so grown up already!Where are you studying right now?What course?"

And it repeated itself every year I come back home.
I am seriously thinking of writing all my details on a big piece a cardboard and hang around my neck.

Who my mum is:xxx
So if you have got any question, please refer to her. Thanks.

After flashing my most beautiful grin ever to lots of aunties and finished answering all the question bombarded onto me, I finally made my way to the kopitiam (It was a longggg way).Oh kopitiam..those tiam that try to imitate the old style drink-kopi-place with brand new furnishing. Tsskk tsskk tsskk people I assure you this is what we call real OLD town kopitiam. Mind the word OLD.

Err...lion dance and a guy? (The importance of this picture is strongly doubted...)

The question I have been thinking since I was 4: Eh are all these medals for sale??Why are there so damn a lot walau.

A picture that reflects my childhood. I used to come here a lot with my dad. The only difference is my dad was fatter and I was cuter.haha

I wanted to wear a mask while taking all these picture.
Everyone there were throwing me and my sis disgusted looks, that quite represented,
"Where the hell these two camwhore dumb chicks come from?"

Well I thought small town people are FRIENDLY. LOL.
And can someone invent a camera that takes pictures with blinking of eyes?

The typical roasted bread.

The typical half boiled egg.

So typical that I never order anything else other than those two. Maybe also due to there are nothing else to order other than those two haha.

So then we went to wet market to find my mum. It was a kamikaze suicide. Think about how concentrated the distribution of aunties at wet market.

And finally, glad that we were home.
I need to make the cardboard thing. No kidding.

The Girls and BBQ on going

2010-07-24T14:12:00.000+08:00

So the very same night, the girls went to the house of ~~useless bastard~~ our best friend to host the BBQ.

Trying to keep my manner since he is the son of our former teacher. *Ahem*..JS is our best friend.
We greeted our teacher. He hasn't changed much still as handsome as usual.HAHA *cough*

We started preparing our fruit salad and meanwhile ate some. I swear we were just doing quality checking, you know if the fruit is rotten, not sweet, the damage done on the salad could be MASSIVE. The testing was done OUT OF NO CHOICE.

And the fire shifu-cl claimed that she can start fire within 1 minute, so we kind of looking forward for the magical moment. However, she failed the attempt that night, which I think mostly due to the useless assistant. I better don't say the name, you know it is really bad since we hosted at his house. Oops....I never say who that was.

Sometimes BBQ isn't only about human, dogs can be involved under certain circumstances.
1) when the food is burnt and unconsumable by homo sapien.
2) when the dogs stares at the BBQ pit with watery eyes.
3) when there are kind-hearted angels like us. "Ahem*

I strongly believe the dog named a-cai had a wonderful meal that night.

And I also think I should invite dogs as guests rather than human. At least dogs are punctual. No offence people but come on people it was rude to late for 2 hours. Ah never mind I still enjoyed spending some quality times with my best-est friends.

Sc getting better and better at grilling.

The fire master-cl

The one failed to buy charcoal.

Lh looked so cute here!

Khai Ping the earliest guest. Thumb up for him.

The 3 girls.

And I realised I didn't take any picture of mine. Oh crap!

The next day, sc and I were talking. And I nearly fainted when she said,
"Maybe next year we should organise a steamboat."

NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

The Girls and BBQ Prep

2010-07-23T16:22:00.000+08:00

I hadn't done this in a while: drag myself out of the bed. Since the holiday started, I woke up to wait for the time to sleep again. Lucky brat.

But not on the day the girl pals made a promise to go for shopping together. At the early morning of 8am. At 8? Oh come on. Which mall open that early? Erm, let me make it clear here, shopping here means wet market.

When my puffy eyes told me I totally lacked of sleep, our lovely driver of the day, cl manage to freshen up all the passengers. Trust me even caffeine wouldn't have able to work this well.

Nah I kid. But she actually did something like this and I got to admit she really got some skill. haha.

And when we finally landed in the wet market. Out of the four people that went there, half of it never have been to this wet market before. Quite a shocking statistic huh. Err the even shocking thing was err...err... we are all 21 years old and this is where we call hometown. Figure out what this means...

Oh by the way we were there for the ingredients of BBQ that we hosted that night. So after getting the things we need, after sc tired of screaming at the sight of blood (haha), after cl finished chatting with the potato-monger (I derive from fishmonger sounds good? haha) like old friends, and after lh and I excited over the honeydew, we went home.

WENT HOME?!DO YOU THINK IT WAS THAT EASY?JUST GRAB FEW POTATOES AND GO HOME? (This is meant for someone that wasn't there and failed to buy honeydew JS. Shoot I just said his name. I didn't mean to so sorry hehe)

The second stop was carrefour, which again somewhere I had not been to. (Imagine people startled with eyes opened wide and then start laughing) Not fair lo okie? This opened few years ago and I wasn't home most of the times. I think I can get away with this. Can I?

So as usual, lh acted as our financial manager, cl as quality control manager, I was the everything-also-want-to-buy busybody, and sc didn't get a position. She is going to kill me but I am going to say this anyway: She spent most of the times in toilet due to the conflict with her stomach. DON'T KILL ME haha.

You know girls fight almost over everything. And we fought over sausage.

"I want to buy this."
"But I want the one with cheese inside."
"Har I don't eat cheese."
"I think this one more worth it. You see so much only RM6."
"But with cheese nicer."
"Buy both la then."
"A bit too much wo."
"Buy that one la."
"No buy this!"
"I want the cheese one."

I didn't know how we came to a decision finally. IT WAS HARD.
Oh and just to let you know the idiot kept saying 'I want the cheese' was me. And saying the word cheese made me hungry at that time, and now. (grab some foods first..) I think if the trolley actually fit me I will jump onto it and let them stroll me. I was so damn hungry.

Just to let you feel hungry. There is reason to crazy over this cheesy sausage.

So then with a dying person on the car, our next destination was anywhere that had something to eat. With sc superior memory, we finally got to a place to eat wan tan mee. And yeah, with stomach filled we headed our way home. And with stomach filled we became bossy.

"Js go get a honeydew."
"Js go get some charcoal."

Moments later,

"Hey cant find any honeydew."
"Erm where is the charcoal? I cannot see."

Useless bastard. With stomach filled, we became sleepy, and when you felt sleepy, you get easily frustrated. So we spent some times of our journey complaining how useless he was. Another feature of girls, they like to complain. Keep this in your mind.

Finally, we got home and started marinating the things. I am lazy to explain anymore. So I am going to steal picture from lh fb and spam the pictures here. HOHO.

I cried. Not because of man I assure you.

The story behind the tears.

What kind of face is that sc?

The chicken. Obviously.

It was quite a day. Especially being on a car that performed famous drifting stunt.
*keke*

London Shark Attack

2010-07-22T14:32:00.000+08:00

One thing I hate when visiting a place is having a bunch of kids on a school trip going at the same time. Especially when each of them have one mouth, one camera, and with the ratio of teacher to student 1:20.

It is hard to believe how many times they said "OMG look at this " and how many pictures they take within 10 seconds.

And this happened to me and tissue boy while visiting London Aquarium. While the kids were exclaiming "look at this", all we said were" where is the fish?"Their faces were close enough to see the eyelashes of fishes if they actually have one. And all we saw were heads, I mean heads of kids.

Whether the kids were eaten by sharks or we were walking in a very slow pace, we finally got rid of the kids. HOHO and it was my turn to take pictures. In fact, I was actually another kid that made less noise. HEHE

The fluffy ball.

The celebrity stingray living in a shallow pond. It swam vertically around the edges of the wall, and stick the nose out of the water. If it had hands, it would have throw kisses at the visitors.

The stone fish. Tissue boy said " This fish is VERY UGLY." That was very unkind of you tissue boy even though I kind of agreed with you haha.

Box fish. I am sure you can see why.

There was a point we could touch the star fish and plankton. So we dipped our hands and felt the creature with fingertips. After all the " wao" and we realised a problem.
"You have tissues? My hand is wet..and smelly."
"NO."
"No?"
"YES, no."

So I then walked like I was pretending to be a duck.

Visualisation by me. Looks like a duck for me...

Exaggerated version by my sis. Look like nothing but not duck,err make sense??(what the hell am I saying?)

And so we moved on to a area where it said something like come in if you are brave enough. So sure enough, we went in.
There was glass floor where the shark was swimming underneath. So this was what you call scary huh? Piece of cake ok?
When I actually stood in front of the glass floor, "come on I will walk even there is hole lo", while "what if" theory started rolling in my mind. What if the floor crack, what if there is really a hole, what if the shark see my panties (ok i was kidding about this), what if I just somehow i don't know why and how and I just fall". I'm too young to die.

I was never as brave as I thought.
So my solution was walking as near to the side as possible with my hands on the railing.
And trust me, I stood there for a while, and watching other people walked exactly the same way like me.
I am not the only coward ok?

Finally a picture of me who survived the shark attack.
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The Bloody Experience

2010-07-20T13:41:00.000+08:00

I walked out of the dentist room with my whole mouth stained with BLOODS. Which will lead anyone who saw me to think that the dentist inside the room must be dead, with her face faded with colour, and bite mark on her delicate neck.

Which in fact, I was the one who nearly died on the dental chair.

I went for a dental appointment with my sis and she was called first. And she came out with two little red spots on the curve of her mouth like someone had been pinching it.

And the worst thing was when she said,

"Eh it hurts...(massaging her mouth with her face in pain)"
"Har?...Oh no...(Damn it shouldn't have talk to her)"

The next thing I knew I was seated and the 45 minutes long disaster started.
And the ghastly pale doctor who I suspected putting too much powder on face, told me:" Oh look at your teeth, your treatment is going to take long and it is going to be quite painful and you're going to bleed A LOT."

Thanks doctor, I dont think I'm interested to know that.

She started using some metal tool that made clinking sound on my teeth and poked the edge of my gum. I closed my eyes because I ~~didn't want to know how I died, blood oozing out of my mouth~~ , for whatever reason la I just didn't want to see. Most of the times, my eyes filled with tears.

"Are you OK? Can still hang on?"
"aaaaaaa..." that's is all the sound i can make.

"Could you just stop doing whatever your are doing to my mouth?" That was what I truly thought.
During the procedure, I had to open my mouth as big as possible, as mind started to drift off like normal people, the nurse started to say:
"BUKA"

Suddenly I yanked my mouth opened wide, and slowly the gap became smaller and smaller and smaller, and then she said,
"BUKA"

5 minutes later,
"BUKA"

4 minutes later,
"BUKA"

3 minutes later,
"BUKA"

I swear she repeated over 20 times during my treatment.

Then my mouth started to get filled up with water and spilling out of my mouth onto the paper made napkin I wore around my neck, wetting my neck and shirt. Then the nurse started using the napkin to dab all the split blood-saliva-saline water mixture onto my cheek, and left the napkin stick onto my cheek like a face mask. I woke up the next morning with lots of tiny red spots around my cheek. Nurse, thanks for the bloody mask.

I was wearing legging to cover up my leg. Well I hadn't shaved my legs for quite some times. Boyfriend not here you know haha. When I lied down on the dental chair, shoot there was a 1 inch hole or maybe two on my legging, at the upper thigh part. Wao...how sexy was that.

Look at the torn leggings, rebellious, punk and cool huh? Should DIY on my "holey" legging.

At the end of treatment when I finally can close my mouth, my jaw dropped(sort of) when the dentist said,
"You should come back once every half year for dental check up."

Ouch no. Ciao dentist~
We shall not meet again.

The Ribena Muffin

2010-07-18T01:52:00.000+08:00

Here is the thing about lazy people. Any reason can be an excuse to slack off.

When I was in uk, I baked only twice because:
1) There is no tools except my hand. Not even a whisk.
2) Why don't buy it? No money. Those spent on clothes are just necessities.

When I am home, all that doesn't work.

"I just bought 2 types of butter, and some chocolate chips and this......."And the list goes on and on...

"I have got all these cookie shaper, you can even make flower from it!"

When you hear this from your mum, you know it is baking time!

So I found a recipe from joythebaker, I always love her pictures and enthusiasm towards baking.
The recipe I was following was a blueberry muffin, however I didn't have any at home. So I used this instead.

The blackcurrant jam. And I can conclude that other than good at making ribena drink, it actually works great in muffin too. Well at least I think so.

Browned Butter Fresh ~~Blueberry~~Ribena Muffins

adapted from Joythebaker

makes 12 glorious muffins

7 Tablespoons unsalted butter

1/3 cup whole milk

1 large egg

1 large egg yolk

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

3/4 cup sugar

1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder

3/4 teaspoon salt

~~2 cups fresh blueberries~~ mine is obviously as many scoops of blackcurrant jam as you like

For the Topping (I think the topping makes this muffin 10 times tastier you have got to try it!)

3 Tablespoons cold, unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes

1/2 cup all-purpose flour

3 1/2 tablespoons sugar (This is a bit too sweet for me. Try putting less maybe 2.5 tbs if you're not a sweet lover like me)

1)Put a rack in the upper third of the oven and preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Line muffin pan with paper or foil liners

I didn't have any muffin paper so normal cake paper should be a good substitute which is just SLIGHTLY uglier.

2)Melt butter in a small saucepan over medium heat. Keep an eye on the butter. Melt and cook down the butter until little brown bits appear in the pan.

3)Whisk milk, egg, yolk and vanilla until combined. Add the brown butter and stir to combine.

I was glad that I had a electric mixer. Can you imagine I actually whisked using a fork when I was in UK. Such an idiot.

3)Whisk together flour, sugar, baking powder and salt in a medium bowl Add milk and butter mixture all at one and stir gently to combine. Gently but thoroughly fold in the blueberries.

4)Divide the batter among muffin cups and spread evenly.

The mixture was purple, the result of using jam. and there was no blackcurrant fruit to be seen, the result of over-mixed. Shouldn't have got too excited with my electric mixer.

4)To make the topping combine all of the ingredients in a bowl and rub together with your fingertips until crumbly. Sprinkle evenly over the batter in the cups.

5) Bake until golden and crisp and a wooden pick inserted into the center of a muffin comes out clean, about 18-20 minutes. Cool in pan on a rack for 15 minutes (I assure you that you can never wait for 15 minutes because the smell is so arousing that you just have to grab one immediately) then remove from the pan. Serve warm or at room temperature.

And tada!

You know you can't eat the picture. Go bake one yourself!
And thanks joythebaker for such a good muffin!

Makan makan in Penang

2010-07-16T21:26:00.000+08:00

The moment I saw my family in the airport, I started babbling.

"Oh geez...this is so stuffy.I swear I am sweating PROFUSELY right now. Can we go to eat at somewhere with aircon?

"Do my arms look flabby? OH NO they do.
"Eh..stop staring at my double chins.

When the complaints ended, I started worshiping myself.

"My skin is so much fairer. (thinking:tell me I am prettier..faster faster)

Someone need to punch this woman.

And so the next day,

Dad: Going penang tomorrow. (in a very nonchalant tone)
Me:WHAT!(in a very non-nonchalant tone)

Off I dashed to my room, looking for my sunscreen. Where the hell the sunscreen was...it was right here...1 year ago.

Well, just be prepared to get dark and fat.
Did anyone listen to my trying-to-be-skinny-snow-white plan?

Afterall, the trip was good BECAUSE I didn't get any darker and fatter. So it was good. hehe.
Nah just kidding, time spent with family was always memorable.

click click click. snap snap snap. This was what happened when two sisters had two fully charged camera.

Even the picture of a path.

Even the picture of road sign.

Even the picture of our shoes.

We FINALLY CRAWLED (when the camwhore addiction attacked, 5 minutes journey could be almost endless) to the Gurney Drive Hawker Centre.

The rain was drizzling, the place was so packed with people, and the moment I spotted a table with umbrella, all I thought was: Wao..what a luck!

Well the truth was we were so lucky to pick a table opposite to the toilet.

"Eh, what is that smell?"
The most repeated sentence during the dinner.

Despite the unpleasant smell which finally died away when the wind stopped blowing, we still enjoyed our food.

I miss malaysian food so much. Green peas need to stop appearing on my plate seriously.

The must- char kuay teow.

The must no. 2-coconut. My hair looked crap.

All time favorite-muachi

For me this is as smelly as toilet.

Had fun digging out the "thing" inside. Not so fun when it tasted like rubber.

Oyster omelet-my family favorite

Fried chicken skin. So yeww yet so yumm

The next agenda?
Take a shower. That was URGENT.

Google Map Cheats AGAIN

2010-07-15T17:25:00.000+08:00

I am not sure if the title suits the post.
Was it my or google map's fault?

I am a Malaysian. And I paid tax to UK government.

One day, I received a letter.
"The parcel had arrived in our depot. However, £xx.xx is being charged as tax and you will be required to pay to get your parcel delivered to you. Otherwise, the parcel will be sent back to the deliver. "

Felt like being mugged. In a more civilized way.

OK FINE, I pay, and you win.

So I tried online payment.
On the screen,
The reference number does not exist.
.
.
.
.
Ok I will just call.
Operator:How can I help you?
Me:Oh....(Stating my purpose)
Operator: Let me check for you...(wait wait wait)....oh mam I'm afraid the system is down. I will direct you to the depot
Annoying music..........
.
.
.
.
Someone:Hello..(zzzzssss)..Hello...(zsssss)
Me: Hello!!!!!
Zsssssssssstttssttttssss...

Damn it.
Bye.

Third option: pay at the depot. The address is stated on the letter.
So googlemap, and to my surprise, it is somewhere in the city centre and 15 minutes walk from train station.

See see...I swear I found the address through google map.

Plan started forming in my head: go for shopping, grab lunch, then collect my parcel.
I am such a genius.

My own google map.

The next day,
Me:(holding a hand drawn super ugly map)This way this way..
Tissue boy: Where? You sure?
Me: Eh eh..errr..

The usual conversation.

Then the not so usual frustrating conversation.
Tissue boy: Hello I'm looking for birmingham south depot. I'm on xxx street but I cant seem to find the building.
Operator: Oh, that was our OLD ADDRESS. WE HAVE MOVED.

WTH.

The tissue boy entered the address on his phone.
And dengdengdeng.
It shows the other location, which was exactly what told by the operator just now.

I started giggling. continue giggling...still giggling.
Until he finally stopped glaring at me.

I swear I keyed in the right address. Maybe I didn't key in the postcode, but the street name, house number everything I did.
Oh crap I shouldn't be so lazy.
But I never thought it can make such a difference.
When you searching for something, the related search came up and NORMAL people will just pick from one below. NORMAL people did that.

So we took the train, going in another direction.
And we saw aston villa stadium on the way. He got little excited and even tried to capture the image with his phone. I felt slightly better.

This sign was everywhere along the road. So other than MU there is also aston villa.OH I SEE.

Finally, with a discovery of another shopping mall, and exhausting 45 minutes walk, and legs becoming ice stick for wearing a mini dress (I did it again..), I paid and rescued my kidnapped parcel.

The so not stunning looking newly discovered mall.

So the lessons learnt,
1) There is a football club known as aston villa.
2) Apparently there is another shopping mall called one stop shopping mall.
3) Never wear short thingy no matter how sunny the day is.
4) Never trust google map
5) Never trust myself.

My Favorite AHA

2010-07-12T23:26:00.000+08:00

I have to say acid does work well on my skin.
"Are you out of your mind woman?Putting acid on your face?"
Hey come on, it is very chio and in lo.

This is my first bottle and it has been giving my skin a glow I have been dreaming of. When you get rid of the spots, you want a fairer skin, and then you look for ultimate smoothness, then you think the dull skin should have some kind of translucency. Trust me, this is a non return path. You never get satisfied with that piece of skin.

The main ingredients which is Alpha hydroxy acid( (AHA), these little molecules will remove all the dead cells on skin to achieve an effect of controlling acne and reducing fine lines and wrinkles. Even though this is the mildest cosmetic acid, it can still thin your skin over time. So sunscreen should be worn to protect your skin from irritation and stop using after 6 months usage. And try avoiding using it during the day as skin will be subjected to stronger UVA UVB penetration, and easily you will get darker each day.

Oh this is only sold in dermatologist clinic in Malaysia and there are also some agencies selling it. I got mine online and it worths every penny.

All right after all the serious advices, here comes the fun part. YEAH.
After applying this moisturiser, I always end up like this.

Yes geisha.

Because the lotion is just way too sticky. AHA product usually get sticky when first applied, and remain sticky even when it dries up. Out of no choice, I pat baby powder onto my skin after the application.
It is always better to look like a geisha than finding an insect get attached and die on your so damn sticky skin.

Beware of this little white dot it can be as sticky as glue.

When you apply it, some people will start to moan "woosh, wao, oh, argh". Any crazy sound to prove that your mind isn't really working well anymore. And this will happen to people with itchy hand. Told you not to scratch or squeeze your pimple, see? I sometimes enjoy the tingling, prickling effect when acid meet with open wound...THAT IS SO GOOD...(rolling eyes and licking lips). The pain is like the acid telling you: Hey I just killed another dead cell.

Before it dries up, the point you feel the most pain. (I have so much fun scaring people MUAHAHA)

This product however is a great no no for sensitive and thinned out skin. Sometimes normal skin people will still find it too irritating and end up having your face looking like a cooked lobster. But someone like me who has skin as thick as elephant, this is going to light your hope of getting the dreamy skin. I actually used a even milder type of product of the same line before this to get my skin adapted to acidic product.

Here is how I feel after using this product. Pimple almost gone, still pop out once in a while, but I am the one to be blamed because my sleeping time is just not so normal. Skin is much smoother, less bumpy feeling when you run your finger across your skin. Pores become slightly smaller, just slightly, but I am happy because pores are always hard to deal with. And the best thing is the translucency, afterall I think this is the effect of having a healthier skin. Most people have the issue of easily irritated skin when exposed to the sun after AHA usage, and I am really lucky that I actually dont have this kind of problem. Well maybe this is a product made for me haha.

At this point everyone must be thinking: Show me your skin, show me. I need to see it with my eyes to believe it. (imagining black people speaking)
Oh no no no, I strongly believe in showing off will always wind up being cursed. I dont want to wake up tomorrow having countless of red bumps on my skin.
And to be honest, my skin is still far away from flawless., but I am working on it. And I think my effort is paying off, bit by bit.

Yam Rice I Made it!

2010-07-12T22:50:00.000+08:00

What will you do for being insulted for a whole year on one particular thing?
Stay cool and show them you don't care. Well this is so not me.
I will revenge. HIA HIA HIA

"I made it! The infamous miss wewe yam rice!"
My housemates will burst into laughter at this moment followed by " No thanks don't cook for me".

I bought a yam (Till now I still wonder was it really a yam??) last year and wanted to make yam rice with buburchacha as dessert. Wao so ambitious.

The moment I cut the so called yam, deep inside my heart I know oh this was going to be a crap. And it was a crap.
So here come the second attempt, and no doubt with the help of my mum, it turns just a little less than perfect. Housemates, now stop laughing and grab your bowl.

This is the yam. What did I buy last time?

Dried shrimp. A friend of mine thinks it taste wonderful to add in your maggi mee. Well I dont' like the idea personally hehe.

Minced to enhance the flavor.

Oily pork. I love oily thing.

Ingredients:
Yam obviously (not too much or you will end up with YAM rice)
Dried shrimp
Pork
Rice (grain which is not cooked yet)
Garlic
Shitake mushroom (optional) This smells amazing if you like it

*I cant state exactly the amount of each ingredient. Just erm...estimate. The worst thing can happen is eat maggi mee for dinner. Nothing too complicated so chill.

1) Put some garlic into the oil, fry it till slight brown.
2) Fry the dried shrimp. At this point just cook the dried shrimp slowly to make the dried shrimp crunchy and release all the flavor. Be careful not to burn your garlic.

See how it turns into golden brown..Pretty!

3) Pork in, slightly fry it to seal the meat.
4) Yam in, mix everything together and add in water enough to cover the whole mixture. You can season with some soy sauce (or salt) and some pepper.

5) When the yam soften, take out everything.

6) Fry some garlic and in with the rice. Fry the mixture let the rice release some "rice-y" aroma.
7) Now along with the yam mixture, put everything in rice cooker. Before that make sure the water is enough to get the rice cooked. Pretty hard to measure at this point so just make an estimation, and season with more salt and pepper if you think the mixture is not flavorful enough.

8) Wait.......and Eat!

Tada...my first very own ok looking yam rice. Have a taste....Oops need more salt next time.

I Can Paint

2010-07-12T16:50:00.000+08:00

Look at this colour isnt it gorgeous?

Wait wait...Is this a nail polish review? But hey miss you painted NOT ON YOUR NAIL!

Enough nonsense...I just want to show how hard I work to paint a chair.

This used to be two men job:me and my sis. However she had been excluded from the working list for curi tulang during working hours and did not finish the work before went back to kl.

So I guess this is all my work. Now can proudly tell people..eh eh I paint one..Only ME.

This is the before. Look pretty ok actually but need a layer of paint to prevent damage on wooden surface.

See the contrast?I mean in terms of colour and glossiness. The beauty does not differ much both looked quite gross. My painting skill so sucks.

After 3 times polish with sand paper followed by 2 repaints (Oh ok some place I polished only once and some I didn't...OKOK some area I didn't even paint), the chair finally done!!!HORRAY!!!

See I can do this all by myself. All these words are specially for my beloved sister who walked away SILENTLY to bath when I was painting the back of the chair, and when I stood up, the traitor was gone, and all the tools left scattered on the ground for me to pick up.

So I just continued the work yesterday, and risked staining my camera with paint to take pictures, just to write this post. My life is just so damn boring.

But anyway, I just want to say: I can paint!