Ugh.

Getting unbearably nervous about STPM, which for me starts on the 23rd. ._. So effed. So I’m procrastinating by putting up all my photos.

It appeals to my love of shiny things. I could stare at it aaaall daaaaay~

Heee. Made a cake for my brother’s birthday. It looks pretty~

  

Poofed dough for yeast bread. :3 I like.

Nimrah and me were camwhoring in Best Denki. 8D;;

Best pals forevaaaaaaaaah~ This was taken in the reflection of a fridge.

One of my brother’s old Decepticons. World, meet Sixshot…

 

…THE DECEPTICON.

Chili Cheese fries, how I love thee. While in Singapore, at Carls Jrs.

Lily doing her MJ impersonation.

The dress I bought for Jia Hui’s wedding.

The dress I DIDN’T buy for Jia Hui’s wedding. 8D It was nice though.

Starscream’s thong. Don’t ask. I love Cotton On.

Rubi. A shoeshop. At least I think it’s Rubi… But look at those colours.

My finally successful Victoria Sponge. Turns out I can’t make egg-based sponges. 8D;;

mmm. Cupcakes.

In this batch of eggs, there were two eggs with two yolks each. ._. I only figured out this egg had an extra yolk cause I was trying to separate it. And a yolk dropped in and I was like, shit, then… wait. why is there another one in the shell…

Kitty I made for Zoe. It’s our daughter, named Zoe Jr. She travelled across the world. :3

For my niece’s birthday. Creampuffs. Very nyummy.

Picture of me that was in the old SBS school mag. 8D

CheeYuen’s um.. what do you call it? Well, ‘pouch’ for his handphone.

This needs to go on Funny Exam Answers.

My current favourite T-shirt. 8D

Guess what I did one afternoon, zoning out. An ixora chain. For Zoe. 8D;;

Second visit to Singapore since last post, and Lily is a cheeky little baby.

So huggable. <3

Frost in the frozen section of Carrefour Plaza Singapura. Very purty.

If there were a way, I’ll have to find it. I need to transport a packet of these home, straight away. 1kg frozen mushrooms.

After Dad took her out for walkies, Lily wanted to be with him aaaaall the time. Sneaky little baby.

Don’t tell anyone, but my Mom when she was tiny. 8D;;;

Jia Hui’s wedding. The torturing of the bridegroom.

Heh. That weird effect is from the flash of other cameras.

Cutest. Picture. EVER.

There are other pictures, but this is it I guess. 8D Wasting time~

Photooooos~

Yeah. Trials are coming soon, and I still haven’t finished my syllabus. I’ll just have to try my best. A bit worrying, but still. Not the real thing yet. Anyways, massive photopost with a few vids. 8D

heehee. JiaMin sleeping in Math class.

My Math Notes. –_- Nowadays I don’t copy notes in Math anymore.

 

Me and Shawny. <3

Me and Pinky~~ Gosh I look so weird.

Me and Sunantha~~

Hee. Me and JiJian.

My Masterpiece Skywarp~~~ <333 That is one sexy jet.

Yip’s favourite toy.

The corridor~~

Heh.

It’s fun to doodle on whiteboards. That’s an awfully low sun though. 8D;;

hee~ cute little birds. <3

I PARKED THIS CAR. *preen*

Hehehe. JiaMin posing in the Chem lab’s labcoat. She looks very scientific.

Me and JiaMin, we’re the no-life duo. We were making crystals. This is a Copper Sulphate crystal. Very pretty.

Second round of crystal collecting. This was the largest of the lot.

Potassium Hexacyanoferrate methinks. Very nice red.

The largest potassium hexacyanoferrate crystal.

Potassium Chromate. It’s very reluctant to form big crystals, instead it forms crystal fur on every surface it can get on. It spread from the beaker, out down the sides, and all over the counter.

The base of operations in the Copper Sulphate beaker. XD With some careful wiggling, I got it off the bottom of the beaker.

heeheehee. The 100plus ad. “I love my 100plus more than I love you”

Not my glasses. 8D

I like the dress. <3 Didn’t buy it though.

 

My Baby Niece. <333

 

Nomming a blanket.

 

That’s it for now. The next post will be a BAKING post~ With photos too. My niece is soooo cute. <33

Tralala~

Wow, it’s been ages since I’ve posted. Well, it has been a mix of emo-ness, laziness, and busy-ness. I suppose several things of note have happened, but otherwise not really. I’m just trying to make it day by day.

But in good news, I got a Band 5 for MUET~ Highest marks in the school. >3 11 marks away from a Band 6. Extremely pissed because I got 30 out of 45 for Speaking, and I thought I did pretty alright, not to mention they gave me some bullshit topic to talk about. My Task A was to talk about how it was important for Malaysia to bring in foreign workers so that Malaysian women can join the workforce. Uhuh. I sat there for half the time allotted for thinking, THINKING. With no results. Luckily I cottoned on to at least one idea. Otherwise I’d have been done for. But honestly. 30 out of 45.

I got first in class again for mid year exams, but that’s not really an achievement. But I did get 9th in the whole form, and they counted by how many As you get, then how many Bs… and.. some strange system. But I’m quite alright, I suppose. Except perhaps… Math and Chem. Chem was awful. I seriously couldn’t answer. Luckily I was pretty alright in guessing the answers for Paper 1.

Transformers 2 was a thrill the first time I watched it, but it had a lot of crude humour and unnecessary bits. Skids and Mudflap IMO are kinda… well, they’re only kickass for ONE bit in the entire movie. Otherwise, they’re kinda stupid. They’re fast talking, I’ll give them that, but still rather crude. Wheelie humping Mikaela’s leg and thinking she’s hot? Really a bit much, since well… You see my point. Why would he have any need to HUMP? And Megan Fox is not SO HOT she can transcend the boundaries of species, thank you very much. This seems to be the lines of thought of boys, where Megan Fox is only important as eye candy. Quite honestly, I feel like she’s just there to pose and look pretty. And dude, the movie’s name is TRANSFORMERS. Not SAM WITWICKY AND HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH THE EXTREMELY HOT MIKAELA BANES. With extreme emphasis on HOT.

I mean, I suppose she would be cool. But she doesn’t have to spend the entire movie trying to look hot. The scene where she first appeared? Sitting on a bike, looking hot, with her teeny tiny shorts stretched over her ass? Right. Not to mention that it was the completely wrong angle to be spray painting anything on the bike which is on the bloody other side. Try drawing something with your eyes nearly level to the surface of the paper and you’ll get what I mean. And her make-up is always perfect. Pretty much. When Sam argues with his parents to get into Bee and get to safety? Okay. Then he turns to Mikaela, and she’s like, I’m not gonna leave you, and he doesn’t put up a fight. UHUH. Which is easier, having someone for ‘emotional support’ and having to drag them clear across an expanse of battlefield and worrying for them not to mention being held back because you HAVE TO HOLD HANDS AND MAKE SURE SHE’S OKAY, or convincing her to stay back, making it across the desert much faster alone, and know that she’s at least somewhere safer than you are.

In essence, the movie and its plot is rather crappy. You have all these Decepticons coming in for an assault, and you have a grand total of maybe 12 Autobots. As someone in LJ said, Every one in this bloody movie dies and comes back to life. What about Jazz? I mean seriously dude. Ratchet gets a grand total of two sentences in the entire movie and possibly screentime as a background character of maybe 5 to 10 minutes, Sideswipe is cool, but equally left behind, Prime is just goddamn CHEESY. He wasn’t this cheesy in the first movie. The coffeemaker bot transformed a gatling gun in the general vicinity of his crotch, giving the impression that he was shooting off a pseudo-dick, and all Decepticons apparently have to spit. Random evil bots do fart too apparently. And so does Jetfire. And dude. Jetfire has a bloody WALKING STICK. WHY WOULD A TRANSFORMER NEED THAT? And if you check the official movie-verse book, with descriptions and such… they give it some sort of kickass name and purpose. Hah. All he uses it for in the movie is to not fall over, and to occasionally hit things.

Conclusively, only watch this movie for the action scenes, and Transformers transforming. That’s about all it’s got for you, unless you’re a guy. Then you may go and watch Megan Fox. But personally, I think that the moviemakers are just lame. There was even that awful spoof where they said they were spending a great part of the budget making Megan Fox even hotter than before, and Fox vision. =_= This is the essence of most young men. Thinking with their dicks. The scriptwriters and Bay are better off making some romance movie cum porno. Starring Megan Fox. Focusing on Megan Fox. And the porno. Because there’s nothing better in the world than hot women, and we have to give ourselves as much chance as possible to ogle at them.

I’m so gonna grow up a feminist activist.

 

LOL Well anyway. That above post was typed out a long time ago. On another note, I’ve been listening to Star Trek’s Score recently, and it’s awesome. My favourite is Labor of Love. I swear, I knew it was going to be a good movie when it made me cry within the first 15 minutes or so of the movie. 8Db

And All That Jaaazz~

Choir is going… well, not that swimmingly. I’m exhausted from staying in school till 5 everyday. A lot of them are still unwilling to give their full commitment, even though the competition is next week. We have so much work to do. But I heard my old school is doing Phantom of the Opera. SO. KICK. ASS. That’s all I have to say on the matter.

MUET exam is on Saturday. We did a mock paper, and my Reading and Comprehension was utter crap. The problem with this particular paper is that you have to be thinking the exact same way as the person who set the questions. Otherwise, you have a tendency to get the wrong answer because you will interpret information differently. So I think it’s complete bullshit. I’m worried for all the papers. Speaking as well. My mock didn’t go so well. I got a low Band 5, because I stuttered and in general had no idea how to make my sentences flow.. It could be attributed to me just waking up before taking the test though. But overall, I got a Band 5 for my mock, because I got 19/20 for my listening. 8D I don’t think I will be so lucky in the real thing. Hopefully I’ll get a Band 5. Later on in my life I will consider doing IELTS.

Yesterday I baked a cake. It was really good. I decided to bake a lemon cake, since I bought two lemons at the supermarket.

125g butter
3/4 cup castor sugar
1 1/2 cups self-raising flour
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla essence
Enough milk to make 1/2 cup together with lemon juice
1 small lemon, about 5-6 cm in diameter

Prepare cake pan and preheat oven to 170-180 degrees Celsius.
Put butter, sugar, and vanilla essence into a bowl. Grate the zest of the lemon into the bowl with the butter. Make sure not to grate the white pith, as it is bitter. Cream the ingredients with an electric mixer until light and fluffy.
Add in the eggs one at a time and mix thoroughly after each addition.
Sift the flour once. To substitute for self-raising flour, use the ratio 1 cup all-purpose flour to 1 1/2 tsp baking powder. Squeeze the juice of the lemon, and add milk until it makes 1/2 cup of liquid. Let it stand for 5 minutes. This makes something like buttermilk.
Add half the flour and half the liquid, and fold it in. Add the remaining flour and liquid, and mix. Pour into prepared pan and bake in oven until done.

I really like the recipe. I used the butter cake recipe from Australian Women’s weekly and tweaked it. It tastes really lemony, and it smells very good. I used unsalted butter. Usually I use salted butter. I think it affects the taste. Well, success~

Okay. Now to do Physics report.

One of the worst days ever.

Right. Now there’s this whole fiasco going on in my home. It was holidays. I get holidays for a week. Brother just finished fixing desktop, so I wanna play. I’d waited til after my tests to start playing. Apparently, my dad’s pissed because the night before, my dad told my brother to go to sleep, but he didn’t, and stayed up to oh-my-god in the morning doing goodness-knows-what with his laptop. So new rule in the house, no video games.

Naturally, I’m kinda pissed. It’s my holidays. I didn’t do too bad in my tests, and it’s not that I did badly because of video games, so in all actuality, this should have nothing to do with me. Well, I once tried playing when my dad wasn’t home, and my mum reamed me. She called me selfish, not wanting to help my brother with his addiction. FYI Mum, it’s not selfish. It’s called looking out for myself.

So.. fine. Still pissed, but not playing video games. My brother spends whole effing days in front of the desktop now, cause his laptop needs repairing. Given, he occasionally studies. But he studies… IN FRONT. Of the desktop. It’s something to do with programming, but still. I’m loads pissed at my parents. They say, you should help your brother, we’re in this as a family. If they want it to be more effective, they should have yanked his laptop and monitored his use on the desktop which is now in the living room. Then OBVIOUSLY he can’t play video games right? If they can catch ME playing video games.

And then, the clincher. My brother actually goes back to his apartment on weekends. The apartment where his Xbox is. Where his gaming buddy lives. Where the WIDESCREEN TV IS. Are you connecting the dots yet? AND MY MUM TOLD HIM HE COULD. While, I, the child who actually does study, and wants a measly WEEK to play video games, am not even allowed to THINK about playing. This is ridiculously unfair. And my dad knows he goes back to the apartment. The addict gets his weekly fixes, but the sister of the addict who happens to be in the same house, can’t do it even though she’s not addicted, simply because it might TEMPT HIM. Where’s the logic in that?

So I confronted my mum about it. I was beyond pissed. My brother happily prances off to the apartment on weekends. He says he can’t do anything about it. My mum’s all, it doesn’t matter that this is unfair. We have to work together as a family. I told her, work together as a family? When you let HIM go off and play, even though he’s an ‘addict’ as you call him, and I’m not allowed to play? Even when he’s gone? Even when it’s my holidays? It’s just ONE RULE she says.. CAN’T YOU FOLLOW IT? Then what about my brother? Why am I the one who has to be treated like I dropped out of college and abandoned studying to play video games?

I once asked my dad when I could play. He told me, when your brother goes and gets a degree. Fuck off man, that’s 3 years. For all I know, my brother might drop out again, even WITHOUT my TEMPTING HIM WITH VIDEO GAMES AT HOME. My mum’s like… why must you kick up such a big fuss, you’re going to leave next year anyway, but in hindsight, it’s the whole PRINCIPLE of the thing. She says to me. You can play, but your dad and brother must not be at home and you can ask me nicely and I’ll let you play. WTF? I didn’t do anything wrong, and I have to ask you NICELY, and only when both my BROTHER AND MY FATHER aren’t around? Whatever.

So anyway, my dad overhears this heated argument, and yells, Stop talking about it. Like he’s really angry at me. So I shout at him. I don’t care. It’s fucking unfair. And he’s all, how dare you use that kind of language? And I don’t care if it’s unfair. You’re a rascal. And I’m like.. I KNOW. and he says.. if you don’t want to be a part of this family then GET OUT. RIGHT NOW. And I’m in the middle of my lunch, in the middle of doing physics, yell back.. FINE. And I leave with the clothes on my back, my wallet and my handphone. He tells me, don’t take anything with you. It’s all mine. I’m like, I don’t care. In hindsight, if I’d left the handphone behind and listened to him, no one would be able to find me. Serve him right then.

At first I wanted to go to Najwa’s house. But she was going to Disney on Ice, and it was awfully far to walk. But I thought I’d take a bus to go there. She said, why don’t you go to Adli’s house? And I said, I don’t know where it is. She said she’d call him, and she did, and she told me he wasn’t at home. So I said okay, I’d just walk to her house. She wanted me to take a cab, but I was scared. I walked to the bottom of the hill, and sat at the bus-stop and remembered Mandy. So I called her.

I asked if she had her car. She didn’t, and Chris couldn’t send it over, so she told her mum and they came and picked me up. My bro called me, and said that mum wanted me home. I said, dad doesn’t want me at home. He said, we’ll deal with that later. But if he doesn’t cool down by tonight, I’ll pack some of your clothes and send it to you.

So I follow Mandy around for the rest of the day. St. John’s cathedral is really cool. Bell towers, high ceilings, fascinating parish house. I stayed for her choir practice. Then my mum called, and told me to come home. I was like.. okay. Then Aunty Monica came and talked to me. I told her I was kinda reluctant to go home, because chances are my Dad would treat me like I didn’t exist, or yell at me for coming back, or yell at me for doing something stupid. The very common question thrown at me : Why are you so stupid? I swear, I will never say that to anyone. It’s so demeaning.

My Dad seriously has a problem. Last time when we went to Shanghai on holiday, I had a tendency to lag behind the tour group, because I wanted to take photos. So anyway, the tour group stops at this place, and I swear my dad was behind me. I actually looked behind and saw him. The tour guide said we could walk around, but come back in an hour’s time. I turned around, and my dad was gone. My sister, mum, and I went looking for him for the whole hour. When we went back to the meeting place, he asked, where did you go? We asked him the same thing. He said he went looking for me. And he got angry. And for the rest of the trip, he told the WHOLE TOUR GROUP and everyone else besides who would listen how I was such a horrible daughter. It actually got to the point where a fricking TOUR GUIDE actually came up to give me a lecture on treating my dad better. Luckily I didn’t really get what she was saying to me. Or I’d have slapped some one. I bet he’ll spend weeks from now complaining to everyone how I’m such a horrible daughter.

So anyway I’m home now. He’s acting as though I don’t exist. My mum probably only called me home because she didn’t want me to be a trouble to Aunty Monica. When I got home she gave me this look. It was the angry why-are-you-so-stupid look. >.> I swear.

The story of my life.

Making pizza toast from scratch.

Instructions on how to make pizza toast, courtesy of Zy. But this time, I had to make it from scratch, because I didn’t have any tomato sauce in my house.

To make a vague sort of sauce, I boiled a tomato till the skin started peeling. Then I took off the skin, and cut the tomato smaller. In hindsight, I should have removed the seeds at this time, but I thought I’d strain it out later. If you don’t take the seeds out at this point, you’ll have to strain the entire thing later. Or, you remove all the seeds now, and use a food processor or blender or whatever to puree the whole thing later. I’m not sure how it’s like for the latter alternative though. So anyway, I’d microwaved the tomato, until it was quite soft. Then I strained it. Added a bit of salt and pepper, mixed herbs, and sugar. And microwaved it a bit more.

To assemble pizza toast, you need… Whatever toppings you want, tomato sauce, bread and shredded mozzarella. First, spread tomato sauce. Then put your toppings. My fave toppings are mushrooms and pepperoni. Then liberally pile on the shredded mozzarella. It may look like a lot, but it’s mostly air. Then toast. Toast until bread is quite crunchy. Take it out of the oven, sprinkle herbs on top, and serve immediately. The glory of hot mozzarella.

So anyway, last night me and Zy made chocolate chip biscotti. It was okay I suppose. The biscotti is tasty, but the difficult bit was sawing it into slices. It was rather crumbly. The recipe is from Chef Michael Smith, bless his soul.

Chocolate Chip Biscotti
1 cup of white or brown sugar
1/2 stick (1/4 cup, 4 tablespoons) of butter, softened
2 eggs
1 tablespoon of vanilla extract
2 cups of all-purpose flour
2 large spoonfuls of cocoa powder
1 teaspoon of baking powder
A pinch of salt
1 cup of chocolate chips

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees.
Cream the sugar and butter together in a stand-up mixer until light and fluffy.  Add the eggs, one at a time and continue to beat for a few more minutes.  Add the vanilla.
Whisk together the flour, cocoa, baking powder and salt and add to the mixer.  Combine well then stir in the chocolate chips.
Shape the dough with lightly floured hands into a log, approximately 12 inches long and 3 inches wide. You may find it easier to divide the dough in half and form two shorter logs. Place on a parchment-lined baking sheet flatten slightly and bake for 30 minutes.
Remove from oven and cool until you can handle it.  Slice diagonally, into 1/2-inch slices and return to the baking sheet. Bake again until the cookies lightly brown, about ten minutes. Flip them over and brown another few minutes. Cool and enjoy with a cup of espresso!

Incidentally, I rather prefer my biscotti with nuts. So I was at Popular today, and I came across a recipe in this cookbook. Periplus, Step-by-Step, Something Something Desserts. It was something like this. Very vaguely.

125g nuts
3 egg whites
1/2 cup caster sugar
3/4 cup flour

Toast nuts.
Whisk egg whites until stiff. Whisk together with sugar until dissolved. Gently fold in nuts and flour. Pour into bar pan. Bake.
Take out, slice. Bake again.

Lol. Well, I just glanced through it. But it looked quite easy. I will try it sometime. I showed Zy this photo of me which was really unflattering. Back in the time when I was actually plump. She looked at it, and was absolutely STUNNED. She still is stunned.

In other news, claimed ‘date’ that wasn’t a date, fellow who wanted (please pay attention to the –ed.) to make it up to me (for wanting to make it up to me but then going back on his word anyway) thinking that simply because I deign to look at him must mean he’s made it up to me. Very uneventful. I did sort of have fun figuring how big the place was. Cute hamsters were great. I thought it was supposed to be a special day. Well, I’m glad I expected the worst. Quite expected really. Sitting for at least 30 minutes waiting for him to be done having fun, because my ankle hurt like ohmygod. The most interesting things that happened the whole day was me getting a vague panic attack, and the time I helped some guy who broke his ankle ice-skating (while waiting for fellow to be done having fun). He wanted us to split the expenses until I verbally reminded him. Not really making it up to me, but I guess it’s the best he can do. At least he convinced the parents to let him out longer. He can now go disappoint someone else.

I will now irritate Zy with my lalala-ing.

Carbonara?

Yeah. So as the heading says, I made Carbonara. With um. Vermicelli. Only mine is really really improvised.

I used 2 eggs, about 3/4cup milk, a handful of sliced swiss brown mushrooms, a small hunk of salt cured ham, a generous helping of olive oil, black pepper, and mixed herbs and a clove or two of garlic.

I cooked the pasta first. I was a bit worried it wouldn’t be enough, but I really gotta get a hang of estimating how much the pasta expands. >.> I used maybe a 1 and 1/2 cm radius circle of pasta? lol. If you catch my drift. They say you should reserve some of the water.

Then I heated the oil in the pan, threw in my diced ham and fried it. Then threw in the cloves of garlic which had been crushed and peeled. Then removed the garlic and ham, and put in the mushrooms. At this point, the mushrooms sort of absorbed my oil. So.. maybe I’ll think of some other time to put in the mushrooms. Then I put in the milk and seasonings. And tried to reduce it. Didn’t work that well, but perhaps some flour might help. I always remembered my white sauce reducing really fast.

Then throw the ham and pasta back in, and stir. Turn off heat, stir a bit, then pour in beaten eggs and stir. The eggs shouldn’t become cooked. Like.. scrambled eggs. That’s a no-no. It should make it.. silky.. and.. I don’t know. Well, it tastes okay. Though perhaps it needed a bit of salt. I should have used streaky bacon.

That’s your recipe for today~

Operation : Detail~

I’m going to waste some time here, blogging about my experience undergoing a major operation in December 2007 to correct my spinal curvature.

…Then again, maybe I’ll just copypasta what I put in my LJ. I really should update my LJ.

Right, was admitted on the 21st. The room was quite nice. It had its own bathroom. And cupboards and tv. But the tv only had normal cable channels, no Astro. So it was kinda boring, but better than nothing I suppose. Kept me quite entertained, because it was Christmas season and they were showing Christmassy movies. Sis was there with me, because we picked her up from the station before we went to the hospital.

I did all my tests on the day, and they wheeled me around in a wheelchair even though I didn't need it. I got to get a hang of how to use a wheelchair though. It was kinda fun, but ultimately rather disgusting, because I imagined that I would be touching whatever was on the floor because I was handling the bars close to the wheels. Hm. Had an okay night. Went to sleep, and the anaesthesiologist (is that what you call him?) came in and woke me up to talk to me. Stayed up a bit, realising that it wouldn't make a difference if I didn't sleep, because I'd be sleeping the whole next day. But went to sleep anyway.

The next morning, woke up and took my Lexapro, then got on the bed and the nerve conduction lady came in and prepped me by sticking the electrodes on me with very sticky stuff. Then they wheeled me to the operating theatre in my bed. I still wasn't panicking, strangely. I lay in the waiting area and they told me to take off my sarong, so I just had the top gown which was long enough anyway. After a while, they wheeled me into the OT, and it REALLY DOES HAVE THOSE BIG LIGHTS. Ehem. but anyway, the anaesthisiologist was there and he put a plastic IV into my vein, and he was really happy because my veins were very visible. Kinda freaked me out. Then he put a gas mask on me and told me to breathe, it was just oxygen. I didn't know whether he was lying, but I breathed anyway. He told me that if I wanted to say a prayer, I could say it. Then he said they were gonna put me to sleep. Within a couple of moments, I was out like a light.

The next moment I woke up to him telling me to move my legs. Then they wheeled me back to the ward into the ICU. For the rest of the day I woke up and slept, and felt hungry because the extra strong anti-emetic they gave me was supposed to empty my stomach. (I sort of vaguely remember waking up and seeing Dr Kwan and my mum at the end of my bed talking. I’d heard from my 2nd Aunt that the stuff they give me, can make me well.. you know, the first time I wake up, I’ll talk and everything, but the next time I wake up I won’t remember a bloody thing.) In the middle of the night, I woke up for a moment, and the boy/girl next to me... I think he threw up. Either that or he belched really loudly. His dad walked past me with a kidney dish though, so I think he did throw up. I got scared anyway, and pushed the call button for the nurse, and she said he was just coughing. She eventually called my mum, who was sleeping in my room. She came and sat with me, and I listened to my mp3 player.

The next day they wheeled me into my room.I slept quite a bit that day, and tried to take in some toast but was unsuccessful. It was very dry. The next couple of days were a haze, and I didn't really keep track. I think on day 2, they took out everything. The self giving morphine, the catheter, my second IV and the drain in my back. Pulling out the drain in my back was agony. It was like he was bloody pulling out my spinal cord. Ouchies. On a good note though, I had a very successful operation because my spine was very supple. I did not become paralysed or lose feeling in my legs. I obtained 75% correction on my curve, so I stretched quite a bit. Taller by 2.5 cm. When they changed my dressing, they found that I didn't sweat at all, so my wound was clean and dry, and healing nicely.

I had to have ...3 packets of blood methinks. After that, my mum said that my lips looked so red. Lol. (The doctor later said that during the operation, I wouldn’t stop bleeding. They applied pressure to my wound for ten minutes, and I still hadn’t stopped bleeding.) They gave me morphine by injection after they removed it from my IV, and that was agony as well. I had pain medication as a suppository as well. They sponged me for the first day and the third day, then after that I cleaned up myself. After they removed my first IV as it made my hand swell, they gave me my antibiotics orally, and they made me very sick. So sick that I got panic attacks.

On one of the days, I had a panic attack, and became suicidal. My mum was angry at me because her friend came, but I was feeling so bad that I needed her to count for me. I was ruining her life. I said it would be better if I died. She didn't say anything, except that it was my choice. I climbed out of bed and left the room, and walked around the 10th floor. It wasn't really very high, well... at least, without me making some dramatic plunge in front of several patients. I went downstairs to the adolescent and child psychiatry unit and burst into tears, and they recognised me, and were panicking because I told them I wanted to die. I was crying so hard, I thought I would throw up. I did not. They phoned the ward, and apparently they'd seen me walking around but did not pay me any mind. They didn't notice I was gone. They sent a nurse down to get me. It was the nice Indian nurse who had talked to me the first day. Soon I was back in my room. Mum came back too. She didn't say anything. They called Prof Stephen, the psychiatrist who was supposed to see me but didn't. I started reading my new Artemis Fowl book, and he came a while later and prescribed Zentex. I think it's spelled like that. (It’s spelled Xantax.)

I got my period the day before I left the hospital. Very troublesome. Dr Kwan came in after I complained at length about the antibiotics making me sick. I had taken them for 5 days including op day. He said that since it was just for prevention of infection, 1 to 5 days was enough and I could stop. Besides, my wound was nice and clean and dry when they changed my dressing. But I should wait for Dr Deepak to come in and have his say. Dr Deepak said he wanted me to take it. I rather didn't want to take it, and he said that I should take it for 2 or 3 days more at half the dose. I still refused. So he didn't give it to me. I got rather worried, but now it's said and done. Yesterday I worried my ass off about getting an infection, but I guess if I didn't get some bacteria in the first couple of days, it's a little safer now, since my wound is starting to heal. Besides, the second dressing they put on, was a spray that hardened me thinks. Rather cool. Waterproof as well. With another plaster over it. I smsed Dr Deepak about it because I was so worried, and he said that it didn't really decrease the risk of me getting an infection if I took it for another 2 days. Was gonna call Dr Kwan today, but my mum totally threw a fit so I didn't call. Admittedly, I shouldn't be bothering them. It was my choice after all. But still a bit scared.

So now we're here. Alot of people visited me. Some brought food and chocolate. Mostly family. Kit, Marc, Brian, Kent and another dude came and saw me right before I left. Hisa, Nao, Elder and Hisa's friend came and visited me the day before, and Christine came and visited that night. It was a bit difficult to put on a brave face, but it was okay. I was very glad. My mum's pissed like nobody's business though. On the way home, my dad lashed at me for being suicidal. He was all, out of the tens of thousands of people that have panic attack, YOU want to kill yourself. How come just you want to kill yourself? What about everyone else? and It doesn't matter me if you die, and you should have told me before the operation, then I wouldn't have wasted my money. Also you're just using your panic attacks to control us. Ma says he loves me that's why he said those things and besides, they're true. BULLSHIT pardon my French. I got really upset and cried a lot. He had to pay extra 5000 ringgit because he didn't prepare the check earlier to pay the company for my rods. The people estimated it would be 40 000, but we had to pay 48 000. My health insurance was supposed to cover up till 40 000 methinks, but my dad was lazy and didn't renew. So he renewed it a bit late so he had to pay out of his pocket first. And now he's all pissed because it's messing with his comfortable retirement plan.

Whatever man.

Anyway, thanks to all the people who visited, you really made me feel loved!

Yeah. So that’s what was in my LJ. In hindsight, I am really glad they didn’t pull out the tube that they put down my throat while I was awake. The tube was to help me breathe or something like that during the operation, and to keep me under. I mean, I had all that crap pulled out of me while I was still awake, if they tried to pull a tube out of my throat while I was awake, they’d watch me go into cardiac arrest right before their very eyes. A few days later,

Today I have to go back to the hospital for a review. They're gonna look at my wound and check that it's healing properly I guess. I think they will remove the dressing and my stitches. Glory glory hallelujah, I can (hopefully) finally take a bath. A proper shower, not just sponging. I've been getting infections in my skin that pop up as acne because I haven't been able to clean my back properly. I hope they'll go away soon. Not to mention my entire back is itchy, but it's all numb anyway so when I scratch, it's still itchy. -_-''' Also, yesterday I woke up because I dreamt that I felt nauseated. This is the second time this has happened, and it is most distressing. I must ask the doctor about this.

Something rather... amazing happened to me a while ago, when Mariya, Daniel and Annette came over to see how I was doing. Right, FYI, I have Artemis Fowl the first book and the fourth book which I bought in Singapore a while ago. Then my eldest sister asked me what books I wanted while I was recovering, and I told her Artemis Fowl, and she got me the latest book which is the fifth book. I was reading the fifth book when Annette came over, and she saw it and said she had two Artemis Fowl books that one of her backpacker friends had left with her about 3 years ago. He stayed at her place for a while, and he loved Artemis Fowl too. But he didn't have enough space in his backpack, so he left the books behind. She asked if I wanted them, and I was like.. yeah, sure. The kids bring em over, and BY THE GODS they are the two exact books missing in my collection. The second and third book. Such foresight her backpacker friend had, to have left these EXACT books behind! If he ever comes again, I must thank him for helping me complete my collection.

And that's my life~

Very fascinating. I will have to update my LJ now. It’s been ignored since last year, poor thing. On Monday, my monthly assessment starts. I’m so dead. But then again, not really. I’m sort of prepared for Chemistry and Math. I’ve got one whole day before Physics to study. But on Monday I have PA and Math. PA I have to study two frigging long chapters on Malaysian.. um. Government? Just to answer 10 objective questions. –_- Kinda not worth it. Anyway, that’s it for tonight.

Weirdness.

…Feeling very strange. I have my tests this Monday. A bit worried, as my brain feels very fluffy and uncooperative. I have this vague feeling that there’s something missing in my life. I just can’t figure out what.

On another note, I have successfully made mango sorbet~ Not as wonderfully smooth as Nestle’s, but still good. I really need to learn to measure stuff. I used two small mangos, pureed it, the juice of one small navel orange, and a bit of sugar. Very little sugar though, because the mangos were really sweet. I wonder how to make it so wonderfully smooth. I think I may have to strain it.

My brain must have boarded VI Airlines.

EDIT :  I made salsa. Or I think it’s salsa.

Use tomatoes, red onions and garlic. Dice the tomatoes and onions and garlic. It’s totally up to you how much onion and garlic you want, personally I don’t really like the onion. Makes it too spicy. >.< Mix it up with some olive oil, mixed herbs, pepper and salt. Very good on toasted bread that has a bit of butter on it.

Birthday~

So, today is my BIRTHDAY~ I’m gonna be sparse on the formatting here, as I’d like to post this before it turns into an un-birthday.

When it turned midnight, Zy texted me~ And Thiru too! I went to my Mum, and posed at her doorway, and she wished me too~ She gave me these beautiful prayer beads, since I’d lost my beautiful crystal prayer beads from Tibet. She said they’re semi-precious stones. The beads, that is. Most of them were a deep amber, and kinda translucent, and the rest were a shiny black. I love it~

So I Picrossed a bit, and I think I only fell asleep at like 2.30am. When I woke up this morning, how nice! Sher, Shawny and Jimi had texted me! I was glad. Though Jimi’s text said 4am. o.O I want a prezzie. He so owes me one. Anyway.

Went to school~ Erica wished me, and so did Yip. Then Sher walked past with Jonas, and Sher yelled happy birthday really loud~ I was glad. Most everybody who saw me that morning, who knew that is (which was quite a lot) wished me. But I felt kinda ill, so I decided to lie down, and I skipped lines. Jonas came in and said hi~ Happy birthday~ and I said… sick. Bumped his head~

Eventually, I felt okay enough. I pranced next door. Esther and Shawny and Petrina and um… Chiam and JiJian and Charmaine wished me~ I looked at Shawny. Where’smy prezzie? She said.. I didn’t buy lah. Awww. Nevermind. I’ll wait.

So anyway, it was really boring. I went back to class, and we just rolled around a bit. I distributed some cookies~ And leeched heat from Jonas. Eventually I went to sleep at the side.

Then Shawny came, and woke me up, saying, Samantha, Vasantha wants to see you in my class. I was quite muddled, and in my right mind, I would have realised that that woman would never be in a class. She’d have asked me to go down to the open hall. Well anyway, I got up, and turned, and there was Charmaine, with a cake! And everyone sang me happy birthday~ And I made a wish, and I blew out the one candle. Then Shawny pushed the candle into the cake, and told me I had to take it out with my teeth.

So I proceeded to do so, and Shawny shoved my face into the copious amounts of fake buttercream. It was quite pink. Shawny took a photo. XD The cake was a sponge cake, and kinda dry, and it had like 1 and a half centimetres of cream. But it made for good fun though. I really appreciated it, since they did buy it for me. Shawny gave me two prezzies, from BF. One was a purple cow purse from Memory Lane, and the other was a necklace with a sparkly pendant in the shape of a C. There were no more S’s.

I went to Math in good humour, and then suddenly Charmaine popped up with another prezzie! It was from Sher and Chee~ I opened it, and laughed. Two Transformers Animated colouring books! I loved them. After all, I like art, and I like Transformers~ I was touched that he remembered. He seems to think that they weren’t that great, but I really love them. XD Makes me feel young again.

In the afternoon, I went out for lunch with the parents and bro. Mum gave me an angpau~ Dad gave me munny too~ We went to Tesco for Pizza Hut, and I went to Tesco and bought lots of junk. I also happily bought myself a birthday present. Stainless steel measuring cups~ Beautiful.

Then I went to meet Najwa at Great Eastern Mall. I reached there earlier than she did. I went to look at the puppies in the pet store. There were golden retriever puppies. Extra cute. And there was a pompuppy! But she had floppy ears and was sleeping. I met Naj at Starbucks, and proceeded to tell her eeeeeeeeeeeeeverything. Caramel Hot Chocolate is nyummy.

Then Tareeq arrived! He seems okay. But I don’t think he’s THAT mature. I mean, from his mannerisms and such. He seems strange. I feel a bit scared for Najwa. She seems to be paying for his things. Not all things, but… you know. Calling him because his phone is barred, buying him a wookie figurine for valentine’s, buying him a frappe… I thought the guy was supposed to do this? I dunno. Well, Naj couldn’t pay attention to two people at once… So I sort of.. drifted. I went to see if the pom was awake, and yes she was! So cute. I came back, and they were still talking. I tried to tell Naj something, but I didn’t feel comfortable about him hearing it.. so I decided not to.

Later we went back. Naj sent me home. I told her I felt kinda ignored.. so we agreed that maybe I shouldn’t go out with her with her bf. So it’s okay. I told her what I wanted to tell her.

Overall, the day was good. I’m just kinda vaguely pissed. I shall tell.

EDIT : Have removed. A bit upsetting. I am very sorry to X. Merely my opinion, but I have kept it in my personal archives. I OWE YOU OUTING X~ WE WILL EAT ICE CREAM AND um... YOU CAN DRESS ME UP.

But enough of that. It is the last of my 19th birthday. Thank you everyone for your wishes! You have made me a very happy mewplant~ *fluffs daisies and preens*

EDIT : Photos of prezzies~ No photo of creamface me though. Shawny hasn't come online yet.

All my prezzies so far~

Necklace~ I dropped the pendant though, and the little jewels came out. I had to stick them back with superglue, but they’re not as sparkly anymore. ;_;

Ladybug pillow thing from Naj. It’s been sort of strapped up across its middle, so it looks more like an oioi.

Purse! Cute cowface. I need to figure out exactly who gave this to me though.   

Hurhur. My colouring books.

My new prayer beads!

Shiny~~~ and see-through too~  

And now some completely unrelated photos~

A landscape I was bored enough to draw on U6BF’s whiteboard. There was to be a forest and a waterfall on the left, but they had MUET. It was rubbed off.

A mouse bank I made when I was still in kindy methinks. At art class. My mum kept 1sens and 5sens in it. Then the 1sens were discontinued. It’s very heavy now.

Two banana trees growing from the gutter on the roof of the Form 6 block. Hopefully we’ll have some nice bananas.

A piece of pork Jonas dropped on the balcony wall of the 2nd Floor. It had been deemed that the entire Form 6 block was now haram, because of the continuity of cement. *swt*   

And.. yeah.

First rant of the year.

….First of all, I have to roar. ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARRRGH. I swear that woman is so… UGH. She has this personal vendetta against me, I swear.

Right, so it started this way. She was lecturing all of us about how we wouldn’t stay back, and missed co-curricular stuff because we kept wanting to go back early and go tuition, or whatever. So she said, the next day there would be a meeting, no excuses, be there. Now, VI has this thing about… you’ll never know when you’ll be done. They never give you a fixed time. My mum is kinda a stickler for punctuality. She wants to know when I’ll be back, and early. And I can’t stay a minute longer than the time I give her, or she’ll verbally whack me to kingdom come. So I asked a very normal question. When will we finish?

She blew up at me.

Going on and on to all the girls about how THIS WAS THE KIND OF GIRL SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT. I tried to explain, but NOOOO she won’t take any word but her own. She put me down and stepped all over me, just because I asked a very sane and reasonable question. She put me up there as a sort of example of SOMETHING SHE DIDN’T WANT TO SEE. When all I was trying to do was save my own hide. So I just grumbled to my friends, that if my mum decided to ream me for not knowing when I’d be done, I’d tell her to go see my teacher.

Exhibit 2.

Right, I was applying for that scholarship thingy, to go to that Prof. Harry Messel Science School in Australia. But the thing needs comments from the Head Science Teacher and the Headmistress. So we (me and a couple of other students) decided we’d give it to the teacher in charge, and she’d ferry the whole bundle to where they needed to go. Earlier that morning I’d asked that lady to check my personal statement. I said thank you. Humble. Deferring.

Later (Now pay attention to this bit), she’d asked me to pass the applications to the Head Science Teacher. I looked through, and I was quite miffed to see that for Ji Jian, she gave ‘He has our un-somethingorother support’ (or something along those lines), and for me it was just ‘We wish her the best’. I wasn’t sure who wrote it, it could have been that lady, or it could have been the Science Teacher, who had it sent to that lady for grammar checking or whatnot. There were spelling errors. >.> So anyway, I couldn’t find the Science Teacher, so I went back and that lady told me to write a note, From Pn. Vasantha. (V.I. people, you know who I’m talking about) So I did it and left it on the table.

Later on, I’d realised she didn’t sign my co-curricular book. So I went to ask her for her signature. And you know what? She had the absolute NERVE to say to me,

I don’t sign books for people who don’t say thank you.

I totally didn’t get it. I asked Shawny, and apparently, this bitch (I shall now start referring to her as such) had been going around telling all her girls that the Science students didn’t thank her. I mean, WTF? But okay, I thought it couldn’t hurt, so I went back, and said…

Teacher, I get it. Thank you very much teacher.

And you know what that bitch did? She brushed me off. ‘It’s rather late.’ she said. I was like… what the hell? So I was like… Sorry teacher… I didn’t know. We passed it to another teacher. The Head Science Teacher was supposed to write it. And she’s like… ‘Sorry is a bit too late. I told you right? I sent you with the applications to the Headmistress, Written by Pn Vasantha?’

Now, scroll back up, and re-check what she told me to do at that time.

So I was like.. No, You told me to give it to the Science Teacher, just saying from Pn. Vas. And she’s like… YES but wasn’t it OBVIOUS that I wrote it? I’m very disappointed that my students are so rude. They can’t even bother to thank me. I just hope my girls aren’t like that.

And I’m like.. IS THIS BITCH SERIOUS? It’s her effing job man! And it’s so immature of her to deny someone something (which is also her job) simply because they didn’t say thank you. I would have GLADLY thanked her PROFUSELY if I’d known, without a doubt that she wrote it. And in the first place, she gave me a crap testimonial. But she’s acting like THIS?

Anyway, after that I stayed to help the girls, and once again before we left, I said sorry. And she’s like.. I might forgive you if you bring the Transformers for me on Friday. Okay. Take note of that.

Exhibit 3.

So I brought the Transformers Movie on Friday. It was Maal Hijrah, so all the non-Muslim students of the school were packed in the Lecture Hall. I was like her damn gofer. Covering and uncovering the projector when she told me to. The boys (keep in mind, these are the nonMuslims of the ENTIRE SCHOOL) wanted to watch Transformers. So I jacked in my thumbdrive, and tried to play it. Well, boohoo, no codec. So it didn’t play. Bitch got flustered. I stood there, trying to see why it wasn’t playing. She had Madagascar open in another window, so I minimised it, because she was talking to the students anyway.

And this bitch turns to me, still speaking on the damn mic, Samantha, don’t turn off the movie! and I’m like, I’m not turning off the movie!

And then she grabbed my arm hard, and yanked me backwards and down, and yelled Samantha, SIT! straight into the mic. Like a damn

DOG she treated me, in front of all my juniors. If I weren’t so

damned surprised, I’d have SLAPPED HER right across her bloody face in front of all those students and see how she likes it. She DEBASED me, HUMILIATED me in front of all those students. My friends were surprised too.

If she wanted to treat one of the younger boys like that, fine. But I’m a lady. I’m 19 years old, and I am considered an adult. And she treated me like that. That bitch has absolutely no right. And she’s supposed to be the Girls’ Club Teacher! What kind of example is she setting if she treats her own girls like that? I used to give her the benefit of the doubt when some of my guy friends would insult her, but I’m not going to give a damn anymore.

There. Now if any one of you happen to meet her, don’t be fooled. Just slap her. It’ll save you a lot of heartache later on. If she tries to make another scene, I’ll give her a damn scene.

Booooored.

My parents are out.  I should be doing Math, but it’s… evading me. So I go and bake. Last night I made these choc mint cupcakes. I think I should get some really good peppermint extract. The cupcakes didn’t taste very minty. Not very chocolatey either lol.

My parents went for golf, and then they went for a Chinese New Year dinner party thing. On now~

My math sits in front of me, looking at me very accusingly.

I made scalloped potatoes for dinner. I made crispy chocolate meringues. Here’s the recipe.

2 egg whites
1/2 cup caster sugar
1 1/4 cup cornflakes, crushed
125g dark chocolate, finely chopped
2 tbspns drinking chocolate, for dusting

>> Preheat oven to warm 160C. Brush and oven tray with melted butter or oil. Line with baking paper, grease paper
1. Using electric beaters, beat egg whites in small bowl until stiff peaks form. Add sugar gradually and beat until sugar has dissolved and mixture is thick and glossy.
2. Using a metal spoon, fold the cornflakes and chocolate gently into the egg white mixture and stir until well combined.
3. Spoon 2 heaped teaspoons of the meringue mixture on prepared baking tray 2cm apart. Bake 25-30 minutes or until dry and firm to the touch. Dust meringues with sifted drinking choc while still hot. Transfer to a wire rack when almost cool.

It says here you can store them up to a week in an airtight container. I love this book. It’s got colour photos and it’s really good. I can’t stand cookbooks that don’t have a photo of the finished product. Those sort of cookbooks don’t hold my attention at all.

Anyway, I halved the recipe. I whisked the egg-white by hand, since I was bored. The trick is apparently, (according to my observation.. haha) to whisk it first until it’s sort of stiff, but the tip of the peak sort of falls over. Then start whisking in the sugar, little bit by little bit. When they say gradually, they seriously mean gradually. They say not to whisk it too much, but… well, I whisked it a lot after I started adding the sugar. Eventually it became very thick, and even more stiff-peaked. Very glossy too~ I used those Nestle whole wheat flakes, and chocolate rice. About half cup of the crushed flakes, an a couple teaspoonfuls of choc rice.

All done whipping~

LOOK AT THE STIFF PEAK~

  The meringues, done baking. They taste SO GOOD. That space there is the one I ate.

I made the scalloped potatoes, (or.. well, I think it’s called that) with just white sauce, lots of herbs and sliced potatoes. Make a basic white sauce by melting butter in a saucepan, adding flour to make a smooth paste. Then add milk. Whisk to get rid of lumps, and reduce. Add flavour if you’d like. I put in a bit of mustard, mixed herbs, black pepper, bacon bits, and salt. Peel the potatoes and slice them thinly, and toss them in the white sauce. Cook it a while, then put in an oven-proof dish, bake with a cover till the potatoes are soft then without a cover to reduce the sauce a bit.

On another note, more photos! Camwhore me.

Yesterday’s cupcakes. Very pretty.

Partly eaten! This one didn’t have choc chunks in it though. 

KAHKAH. Me looking sexy   in my uniform. TAKEN IN THE GIRL’S BATHROOM. VI GIRLS, YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT~

Kinda blurry, but me and Zy with our CHILDREN~ 

 Blackberries. Beautiful, but… Look at that price.

Romantic camwhoring in my lace top.

Dunno why I wanted to camwhore.

Camwhoring in girl’s bathroom~ With my copyright look, HAIRBAND~

From the CNY Reunion dinner the other day. Poor fish.

I thought this looked… poetic.

CHINESE SAUSAGE~~ And… some other stuff.

1000 layer cake! Crepe layers. Mille fieulle? I have no idea how to spell it. Very rich.

Studying in Chem lab. My mess~ My space. 

Sexy photo~ This is the very basic stuff. Sulphuric acid, stuff like that that’s commonly used in experiments. The stuff in the cabinet in the faaaaar background over there is the dangerous stuff. *evil grin* I once carried this huge bottle of 90+% ethanol over to a table simply because I was bored. My teacher had a heart attack. 8Db

Before the CNY hols. Kissing the decorative fish~

And the decorative fish kissing me~

Yeah, well that’s all for now. I love taking photos~ And I love cooking. I will post photos of the CNY Open House in the next post. Seeya next time~

Saving Disasters!

Today we did lots of baking, Zy and I. I baked her a cake. A nice chocolate cake~ It’s really dense though. Wonder why it didn’t rise so much. I’m wondering whether it’s supposed to be like that.

Well, anyway, if you find you have whipped your cream into submission um.. I mean. Overwhipped your cream until it starts to turn to butter, (little bits of solid will start to form) THIS IS HOW YOU SAVE IT! (only applies if you’re planning to use it as icing)

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Add cocoa. And icing sugar. Mix until smooth.

TA-DA~ chocolate buttercream. Or something like it. It tastes like cream. Don’t waste your cream!

In other news, a body has been found near known criminal hideout of The Mewer. The body has been severely mauled to the point of being unidentifiable. Pictures are unavailable at this moment. The noted absence of testicles on the victim has been ascertained to be an original trait of the unknown victim, instead of the initial assumption that The Mewer had taken them as trophies. Please stay tuned, as we figure out exactly what got the dreaded Mewer to unleash her claws once again on this poor, most probably a jackass victim.

Lalala.

Alright. So the long and short of it is, I’m not loved. Or remotely liked. In the sense that you probably get what I’m talking about. Ignored. And it’s quite depressing. But anyway.

Yesterday went for dinner with the aunts and uncles. We ate at this seafood place. Took some fascinating photos, which I shall share with you now along with photos taken earlier. Let’s begin.

Photo of, if I’m not mistaken, Roborovski hamsters. Really cute, and really small, and doing a pyramid. They do as all hamsters do, and huddle and sleep. This one though, is being mischievous and climbing on his sleeping fellows.

Me and Shawny camwhoring in school. Fun times, fun times.

The guardhouse cat. Loves to be petted. And very manja. I don’t know where he is now though. This photo was taken last year.

Kissing teddys! We’d bought little teddy handphone accessories for the seniors for our Music Club AGM last year. We also put them in lines and had Lines, with teddy prefects. Didn’t manage to take a photo of that though.

A sperm some genius drew on a table in Universiti Malaya in liquid paper. ‘Nuff said.

Sher has this beautiful side profile. I should draw him some day. This was taken in boredom during the Math Olympiad thing. Sher is currently in goodness knows where, studying for the Math Olympiad. He got chosen to go to the next stage.

My niece, Charlotte. The absolute cutest thing on Earth. She can’t speak properly just yet, and she’s really tall, but she’s just 2. She loves me lots. When I went for Xmas dinner, she insisted that I be with her all the time, and when she got sleepy, I helped her get ready for bed and she curled up on my lap, sucking her pacifier until I went home. The next time I saw her, she’d happily run to me and scream ‘jiejie!!’ whenever she spotted me. I totally heart her.

For comparison. Charlotte at one month. I think she knows my smell.

Yeow Ji Mi. The new Him? Or the old one… HMMM. In any case, He ALWAYS POSES FOR PHOTOS. Swt.

My new blouse for Chinese New Year~ I love it to bits. Very sexy and elegant. Chinese New Year is the only time I actually deign to buy pink.

Your greatest nightmare : GEODUCKS!!!! Pronounced gooey-duck. Very obscene, but considered a delicacy. RM200 per large geoduck. Hand shown for reference.

The family had crab. I helped crack them open. It looks very… gruesome. I killed someone.

Suspected murder weapon.

And just for kicks, the table next door had this jelly cake. SO CUTE.

AND FOR MORE KICKS, HERE IS ZY IN AN AFRO. 8Db

That’s all for today. I’ll have another fun photo blogging experience some other day. Ta~

OH AND THIS TOO.

I totally forgot. I wanted to do this. Nobody tagged me, but it looked fun so I yanked it.

RULES:
Do the "Letter MEME". Tag no less than 5 other people, and leave them a comment, informing them that they have been tagged. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.

-> How you do the Letter Meme:

Dear (the last person who left a comment on your journal):

I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___ .

___12___,
-Your name-

1. What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - Our romance is over
Red - Our affair is over
White - I'll join the monastery
Black - I dislike you
Green - Our horoscope doesn't match
Grey - You're a pervert
Yellow - I'm selling myself
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - You're a loser
Other - I'm in love with your sister

2. Which is your birth month?
January - That night
February - Last year
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on sesame seeds
May - First of May
June - When you put cuffs on me
July - When I threw up
August - When I saw the shrunken head
September - When we skinny dipped
October - When I quoted Santa
November - When your dog ran amok
December - When I changed tennis shoes

3. Which food do you prefer?
Tacos - In your apartment
Pizza - In your camping car
Pasta - Outside of Chicago
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad - As you ate enchilada
Chicken - In your closet
Kabob - With Paris Hilton
Fish - In women's clothing
Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation
Lasagna - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a state of trance
None of the above - With George Bush and his wife

4. What's the color of your socks?
Yellow - Hit on
Red - Insult
Black - Ignore
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - Put leeches on
Orange - Castrate
Pink - Pull the toupee off
Barefoot - Sit on
Other - Drive out

5. What's the color of your underwear?
Black - My best friend
White - My father
Grey - Bill Clinton
Brown - My fart balloon
Purple - My mustard soufflé
Red - Donald Duck
Blue - My avocado plant
Yellow - My penpal in Ghana
Orange - My Kid Rock-collection
Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper
None - My John F. Kennedy-statue
Other - The crazy monk

6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?
Scrubs - Man
O.C. - Emotional
One Tree Hill - Open
Heroes - Frostbitten
Lost - High
House - Scarred
Simpsons - Cowardly
The news - Mongolic
Idol - Masochistic
Family Guy - Senile
Top Model - Middle-class
None of the above - Ashamed

7. Your mood right now?
Happy - How awful I've felt
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That Santa doesn't exist
Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage
Depressed - That we're cousins
Excited - That there is no solution to this.
Nervous - The middle-east
Worried - That your Honda sucks
Apathetic - That I did a sex-change
Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster
Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men
Overjoyous - That I'm open
Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks

8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your ring
Yellow - Your love letters
Red - Your Darth Vader-poster
Black - Your tame stone
Blue - The couch cushions
Green - The pictures from LA
Orange - Your false teeth
Brown - Your contact book
Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs
Purple - Your old lottery coupons
Pink - The cut toenails
Other - Your memories from the military service

9. The first letter of your first name?
A/B - Your photo
C/D - The oil stocks
E/F - Your neighbour Martin
G/H - My virginity
I/J - The results of your blood-sample
K/L - Your left ear
M/N - Your suicide note
O/P - My common sense
Q/R - Your mom
S/T - Your collection of butterflies
U/V - Your criminal record
W/X - David's tricot outfits
Y/Z - Your grades from college

10. The last letter in your last name?
A/B - Always will remember
C/D - Never will forget
E/F - Always wanted to break
G/H - Never openly mocked
I/J - Always have felt dirty before
K/L - Will tell the authorities about
M/N - Told in my confession today about
O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about
Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about
S/T - Get sick when I think of
U/V - Always will try to forget
W/X - Am better off without
Y/Z - Never liked

11. What do you prefer to drink?
Water- Our friendship
Beer - Senility
Soft drink - A new life as a clone
Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo
Milk - The apartment building
Wine - Cocaine abuse
Cider - A passionate interest for mice
Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations
Mineral water - Embarrassing rash
Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism
Whisky - To ruin the second world war
Other - To hate the Boston Celtics

12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand - Warm regards
USA - Best regards
England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail
Spain - Go and drown yourself
China - Disgusting regards
Germany - With ease
Japan - Go burn
Greece - Your everlasting enemy
Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard
Egypt - Fuck off now
France - In pain
Other - Greetings to your freaky family

Dear (insert name of choice here~) :

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it last year at the Hare Krishna graduation and I saw you sit on my father. I'm sure you're middle-class enough to understand that I did a sex change. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I never openly mocked our friendship.

With ease,
Kyme.

 

…This is rather lol material. I tag Zy, Najwa, Yuen Cheng, Ji Mi, and um… um. JI JIAN~

Hopefully we’ll get lots of lols.