Do you posses sarcasm, brains, humor and good taste in movies?
Because I really feel like one of those days where I NEED a deeper conversation about what's going on, No, I'm not emo(LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE)! I just want all ears to listen to my rant and then I might watch "My Best Friend's Wedding" for the 20th time, read "Sophie's World" for the 3rd time, probably skip class tomorrow.
I hate the fact we judge things by the veneer and disregard the rotten flesh underneath it.
So, who's up for my nagging? =(
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
.: Jet Lag :.
Gosh. Am seriously suffering from jet lag.
After touchdown at bout 5.30 pm at KLIA (read : 3 hours delay on my transit flight from Dubai to KLIA), I had a light dinner (of JC's grandma's ham yoke chung), went home, bath and went straight to bed at 8pm.
I woke up at 4.30 am and couldn't get back to sleep.
So I went online, surf from some good brownie recipes, got the ingredients ready and while waiting for the butter to defrost.....decided to take a nap. This was about 8am. I only woke up at 5pm after.
After touchdown at bout 5.30 pm at KLIA (read : 3 hours delay on my transit flight from Dubai to KLIA), I had a light dinner (of JC's grandma's ham yoke chung), went home, bath and went straight to bed at 8pm.
I woke up at 4.30 am and couldn't get back to sleep.
So I went online, surf from some good brownie recipes, got the ingredients ready and while waiting for the butter to defrost.....decided to take a nap. This was about 8am. I only woke up at 5pm after.
Chocolate Brownie with a scoop of Vanilla Ice Cream. The oven mitten as a backdrop is to hide the mess I made to the kitchen! >.<I made my Chocolate Brownies (using Fiona's recipe) - with some slight modification. I halved the recipe, replaced the 250 grams of sugar with 70 grams of brown sugar & 100 grams of white sugar i.e. totally to 170 grams, which is 80 grams less than the original recipe. I also added a pinch of salt and a dash of vanilla essence.
And because I could not find a baking tray of the appropriate size, I used two small trays instead.
In 25 mins, the brownie was done. I took it out from the oven, tried to flip the first one over.....
......and then its just *kaa daa boop* crumbles.
It came out in pieces all crumble out, I was like stoned for a while, wondering what to do with it. While flipping over the second tray, I was hoping it came out ok - which it did.
I took the crumbled one and tasted it. And tho I love the texture - moist yet chewy, I did not like that it was still too sweet!
Anyways, I texted Benedict and asked him if he would like crumbled chocolate brownie and he said he doesn't mind, so I headed to his place (with vanilla ice cream too).
At his place, he & his dad (Uncle Freddy) was trying to assemble an IKEA double decker bed - without a manual. It took a lot of trials and errors to get it right. And when I said trials and errors it means 1.5 hours! But it was cool at the end to get it all done, and with all the lifting of steel bars (which are heavy mind you), I didn't feel so guilty having Bridget's apple crumble with Oreo crust - how lovely is that! :)
Went to send over hand over some stuff nearby and headed back home. Jumped into bed and.....
......realise that I couldn't sleep!
Read Red Dragon (sequal to Hannibal) which was better than Hannibal Rising. And it was 6.30am when I felt hungry (mind you, the last substantial thing I ate was ham yoke chung). So I drove out to get a packet of nasi lemak!
And here I am in office now, half groggy as I attempt the best I could to reply to emails and tidy up my Consol Reporting Pack.
Ah - 5 more hours til 6pm!
And yes, I am going to perfect my Chocolate Brownies - less sugar, more love! :)
Sunday, June 21, 2009
.: Chocolate Brownies :.
Anna Olsen's Triple Chocolate Brownie
Fiona's Best Ever Chocolate BrowniesNow these babies look amazing don't they?
I wanna bake some chocolate brownies, and am now frantically searching it over the internet at 5am in the morning. No, I am not a early to rise person, but I a suffering from jet lag. So I was asleep at about 8pm last night and was awake by 4.30am this morning. I am feeling tired. And a lil warm (I was actually having a bad headache and chills prior to departing from Glasgow). Not to worry, I highly doubt it is Swine Flu, but to be safe, I shall take plenty of rest and if not well still, I will check in to the hospital.
Now, wonder if anyone can contribute a tested and tried recipe for amazing Chocolate Brownies? Tho I believe that anything chocolatey is amazing by itself! :)
.: Compliments That Complements :.
I grew up in a typical Chinese culture, where words of praises from my parents flows out ever so generously - when it comes to the achievements of other people's children.
The you-know-who-and-who-son-got-straight-As-for-SPM-coz-he-worked-his-ass-off-for-it,why-can't-you-be-as-hardworking-as-him (*breath* a mouthful isn't it?), and months later brush off my results by saying "Oh, my daughter is just lucky she got straight As". Or why-can't-you-be-like-so-and-so-daughter. Or so-and-so-son-can-do-this-and-that *giving a sneering look*, what-can-you-do?
It hurts.
It makes me strive even harder to try to achieve what I think would make them proud.
Only to have another person's perfect son/daughter set out a higher standard for me.
Most of the time, I don't aim for perfection.
I just aim to make not myself - but them, happy.
But these words hurled at me, makes my effort all seems so small. Seems so insignificant. Seems that "luck" is on my side.
For ever single compliment I get from others, at the back of my mind I would like "how am I suppose to react to this compliment?"
Yes, it reaches a point where I do not know how to receive compliment graciously.
I guess there are two sides to a coin. There are afterall pros and cons in the way kids are raised. Overly complimenting them, even if they are not that good - will result in overly confident adults, with no substance (watch American Idol auditions and you know what I mean when people sincerely and actually believe that they are the next American Idol, but when they sing --- *cover ears*). But by not complimenting them enough, and worse still, putting them down for every lil achievement or effort they put in, will result in adults having lack of self confidence and self esteem.
I guess it's not a simple task to be a parent raising kids. It is, afterall, the art of balancing - not too much, but not too little.
The you-know-who-and-who-son-got-straight-As-for-SPM-coz-he-worked-his-ass-off-for-it,why-can't-you-be-as-hardworking-as-him (*breath* a mouthful isn't it?), and months later brush off my results by saying "Oh, my daughter is just lucky she got straight As". Or why-can't-you-be-like-so-and-so-daughter. Or so-and-so-son-can-do-this-and-that *giving a sneering look*, what-can-you-do?
It hurts.
It makes me strive even harder to try to achieve what I think would make them proud.
Only to have another person's perfect son/daughter set out a higher standard for me.
Most of the time, I don't aim for perfection.
I just aim to make not myself - but them, happy.
But these words hurled at me, makes my effort all seems so small. Seems so insignificant. Seems that "luck" is on my side.
For ever single compliment I get from others, at the back of my mind I would like "how am I suppose to react to this compliment?"
Yes, it reaches a point where I do not know how to receive compliment graciously.
I guess there are two sides to a coin. There are afterall pros and cons in the way kids are raised. Overly complimenting them, even if they are not that good - will result in overly confident adults, with no substance (watch American Idol auditions and you know what I mean when people sincerely and actually believe that they are the next American Idol, but when they sing --- *cover ears*). But by not complimenting them enough, and worse still, putting them down for every lil achievement or effort they put in, will result in adults having lack of self confidence and self esteem.
I guess it's not a simple task to be a parent raising kids. It is, afterall, the art of balancing - not too much, but not too little.
.: Happy Father's Day :.
How can one not cry after reading this?
Wishing all fathers out the a Happy Father's Day!
A happy family is but an earlier heaven.
~Sir John Bowring
A Dance with Dad From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Dads & Daughters
I am dancing with my father at my parents' fiftieth wedding anniversary. The band is playing an old-fashioned waltz as we move gracefully across the floor. His hand on my waist is as guiding as it always was, and he hums the tune to himself in a steady, youthful way. Around and around we go, laughing and nodding to the other dancers. We are the best dancers on the floor, they tell us. My father squeezes my hand and smiles at me.
As we continue to dip and sway, I remember a time when I was almost three and my father came home from work, swooped me into his arms and began to dance me around the table. My mother laughed at us, told us dinner would get cold. But my father said, "She's just caught the rhythm of the dance! Dinner can wait!" And then he sang out, "Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun," and I sang back, "Let's get those blues on the run." That night, he taught me to polka, waltz and foxtrot while dinner waited.
We danced through the years. When I was five, my father taught me to "shuffle off to Buffalo." Later we won a dance contest at a Campfire Girls Round-Up. Then we learned to jitterbug at the USO place downtown. Once my father caught on to the steps, he danced with everyone in the hall―the women passing out doughnuts, even the GIs. We all laughed and clapped our hands for my father, the dancer.
One night when I was fifteen, lost in some painful, adolescent mood, my father put on a stack of records and teased me to dance with him. "C'mon," he said, "let's get those blues on the run." I turned away from him and hugged my pain closer than before. My father put his hand on my shoulder and I jumped out of the chair, screaming, "Don't touch me! Don't touch me! I am sick and tired of dancing with you!" The hurt on his face did not escape me, but the words were out, and I could not call them back. I ran to my room sobbing hysterically.
We did not dance together after that night. I found other partners, and my father waited up for me after dances, sitting in his favorite chair, clad in his flannel pajamas. Sometimes he would be asleep when I came in, and I would wake him, saying, "If you were so tired, you should have gone to bed."
"No, no," he'd say. "I was just waiting for you."
Then we'd lock up the house and go to bed.
My father waited up for me all through my high school and college years, while I danced my way out of his life.
One night, shortly after my first child was born, my mother called to tell me my father was ill. "A heart problem," she said. "Now, don't come. It's three hundred miles. Besides, it would upset your father. We'll just have to wait. I'll let you know."
My father's tests showed some stress, but a proper diet restored him to good health. Little things, then, for a while. A disc problem in the back, more heart trouble, a lens implant for cataracts. But the dancing did not stop. My mother wrote that they had joined a dance club. "You remember how your father loves to dance."
Yes, I remembered. My eyes filled up with remembering.
When my father retired, we mended our way back together again; hugs and kisses were common when we visited each other. But my father did not ask me to dance. He danced with the grandchildren; my daughters knew how to waltz before they could read.
"One, two, three and one, two, three," my father would count out, "won't you come and waltz with me?" Sometimes my heart ached to have him say those words to me. But I knew my father was waiting for an apology from me, and I could never find the right words.
As the time for my parents' fiftieth anniversary approached, my brothers and I met to plan the party. My older brother said, "Do you remember that night you wouldn't dance with him? Boy, was he mad! I couldn't believe he'd get so mad about a thing like that. I'll bet you haven't danced with him since."
I did not tell him he was right.
My younger brother promised to get the band.
"Make sure they can play waltzes and polkas," I told him.
"Dad can dance to anything," he said. "Don't you want to get down, get funky?" I did not tell him that all I wanted to do was dance once more with my father.
When the band began to play after dinner, my parents took the floor. They glided around the room, inviting the others to join them. The guests rose to their feet, applauding the golden couple. My father danced with his granddaughters, and then the band began to play the "Beer Barrel Polka."
"Roll out the barrel," I heard my father sing. Then I knew it was time. I knew the words I must say to my father before he would dance with me once more. I wound my way through a few couples and tapped my daughter on the shoulder.
"Excuse me," I said, almost choking on my words, "but I believe this is my dance."
My father stood rooted to the spot. Our eyes met and traveled back to that night when I was fifteen. In a trembling voice, I sang, "Let's get those blues on the run."
My father bowed and said, "Oh, yes. I've been waiting for you."
Then he started to laugh, and we moved into each other's arms, pausing for a moment so we could catch once more the rhythm of the dance.
Wishing all fathers out the a Happy Father's Day!
A happy family is but an earlier heaven.
~Sir John Bowring
A Dance with Dad From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Dads & Daughters
I am dancing with my father at my parents' fiftieth wedding anniversary. The band is playing an old-fashioned waltz as we move gracefully across the floor. His hand on my waist is as guiding as it always was, and he hums the tune to himself in a steady, youthful way. Around and around we go, laughing and nodding to the other dancers. We are the best dancers on the floor, they tell us. My father squeezes my hand and smiles at me.
As we continue to dip and sway, I remember a time when I was almost three and my father came home from work, swooped me into his arms and began to dance me around the table. My mother laughed at us, told us dinner would get cold. But my father said, "She's just caught the rhythm of the dance! Dinner can wait!" And then he sang out, "Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun," and I sang back, "Let's get those blues on the run." That night, he taught me to polka, waltz and foxtrot while dinner waited.
We danced through the years. When I was five, my father taught me to "shuffle off to Buffalo." Later we won a dance contest at a Campfire Girls Round-Up. Then we learned to jitterbug at the USO place downtown. Once my father caught on to the steps, he danced with everyone in the hall―the women passing out doughnuts, even the GIs. We all laughed and clapped our hands for my father, the dancer.
One night when I was fifteen, lost in some painful, adolescent mood, my father put on a stack of records and teased me to dance with him. "C'mon," he said, "let's get those blues on the run." I turned away from him and hugged my pain closer than before. My father put his hand on my shoulder and I jumped out of the chair, screaming, "Don't touch me! Don't touch me! I am sick and tired of dancing with you!" The hurt on his face did not escape me, but the words were out, and I could not call them back. I ran to my room sobbing hysterically.
We did not dance together after that night. I found other partners, and my father waited up for me after dances, sitting in his favorite chair, clad in his flannel pajamas. Sometimes he would be asleep when I came in, and I would wake him, saying, "If you were so tired, you should have gone to bed."
"No, no," he'd say. "I was just waiting for you."
Then we'd lock up the house and go to bed.
My father waited up for me all through my high school and college years, while I danced my way out of his life.
One night, shortly after my first child was born, my mother called to tell me my father was ill. "A heart problem," she said. "Now, don't come. It's three hundred miles. Besides, it would upset your father. We'll just have to wait. I'll let you know."
My father's tests showed some stress, but a proper diet restored him to good health. Little things, then, for a while. A disc problem in the back, more heart trouble, a lens implant for cataracts. But the dancing did not stop. My mother wrote that they had joined a dance club. "You remember how your father loves to dance."
Yes, I remembered. My eyes filled up with remembering.
When my father retired, we mended our way back together again; hugs and kisses were common when we visited each other. But my father did not ask me to dance. He danced with the grandchildren; my daughters knew how to waltz before they could read.
"One, two, three and one, two, three," my father would count out, "won't you come and waltz with me?" Sometimes my heart ached to have him say those words to me. But I knew my father was waiting for an apology from me, and I could never find the right words.
As the time for my parents' fiftieth anniversary approached, my brothers and I met to plan the party. My older brother said, "Do you remember that night you wouldn't dance with him? Boy, was he mad! I couldn't believe he'd get so mad about a thing like that. I'll bet you haven't danced with him since."
I did not tell him he was right.
My younger brother promised to get the band.
"Make sure they can play waltzes and polkas," I told him.
"Dad can dance to anything," he said. "Don't you want to get down, get funky?" I did not tell him that all I wanted to do was dance once more with my father.
When the band began to play after dinner, my parents took the floor. They glided around the room, inviting the others to join them. The guests rose to their feet, applauding the golden couple. My father danced with his granddaughters, and then the band began to play the "Beer Barrel Polka."
"Roll out the barrel," I heard my father sing. Then I knew it was time. I knew the words I must say to my father before he would dance with me once more. I wound my way through a few couples and tapped my daughter on the shoulder.
"Excuse me," I said, almost choking on my words, "but I believe this is my dance."
My father stood rooted to the spot. Our eyes met and traveled back to that night when I was fifteen. In a trembling voice, I sang, "Let's get those blues on the run."
My father bowed and said, "Oh, yes. I've been waiting for you."
Then he started to laugh, and we moved into each other's arms, pausing for a moment so we could catch once more the rhythm of the dance.
Friday, June 19, 2009
.: Recipe : Shepherd's Pie :.
A slightly modified Gordon Ramsay's recipe....
(Pictures updated 19/6/09)
Ingredients
800 grams of minces beef
2 large onions, minced
4-5 cloves of garlic, finely chopped
2 carrots, minced
3 tablespoon of tomato puree
1/2 cup of chicken/beef stock
4 - 5 tablespoon of Worchester sauce
2 tablespoon of chili flakes (or more according to one's taste)
Pepper, salt & mixed herbs to taste
Mash potatoes topping
800 grams boiled potatoes
100 grams butter
3 egg yolks
50 gram grated cheese
Pepper & salt to taste
Preheat oven to 200 degrees Celsius.
Heat some oil in a frying pan and cook meat until slightly brown. Remove meat from pan.
Add oil and fry garlic, onions and carrots until golden. Add tomato puree and the mince to the carrot and onion and pour over stock. Season with salt, pepper and mixed herbs and add in Worchester sauce. Gently simmer for about 15 mins until stock reduce. Lastly, add in chili flakes. Spoon mixture into ovenproof serving dish.
For potatoes, add butter and roughly mash it. Add egg yolk, one at a time and mix throughly. Add grated cheese and seasoning. Spoon the potato mash over the meat, and sprinkle the remaining grated cheese.
Bake for 30 mins, until top is brown
Verdict:
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (8/10)
Love the juicy beef filling. The proportion of meat to topping is just nice, unlike some shepherd pie which I've tried that has way too much potato topping. And I love, love, love the chili flakes - coz I just love the spiciness! An absolute must (tho not in the original recipe)! *wink*
The topping could have been better, coz it wasn't brown and crisp. Perhaps it because I used cheddar cheese instead of parmesan cheese (which was what the original recipe ask of). Perhaps the next time I make this, I will add in mushroom and leek for a more "fuller" filling.
* Note : Well, technically this is a cottage pie rather than a shepherd pie coz I used beef instead of lamb. But according to Wikipedia - The term "shepherd's pie" did not appear until the 1870s, and since then it has been used synonymously with "cottage pie", regardless of whether the principal ingredient was beef or mutton. It doesn't really matter what you call it, so long as it taste good! :)
.: Recipe : Carrot Walnut Cake with Cream Cheese Topping :.
Pictures updated today (19/6/09) :)
Carrot Cake:
250 gram self-raising flour
250 gram butter
230 gram soft brown sugar
4 large eggs
2 carrots, finely grated
Juice & zest from one lemon
1 teaspoon cinnamon powder
1 tablespoon of vanilla essence
Handful of walnut (roasted)
Preheat oven to 180 degrees celcius. Mix the butter and sugar till fluffy. Add in eggs and flour, continue to mix. Add vanilla essence, carrots, lemon, cinnamon power and walnut and mix in. Pour into baking tin and bake for about 50 mins to an hour.
Cream Cheese Frosting:
115 grams cream cheese
115 grams of butter
200 grams of icing sugar (adjust according to desire sweetness)
1 1/2 tablespoon of lemon juice
1 teaspoon of vanilla essence
Verdict:
Carrot cake - ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (8/10)
Comments: I find the carrot cake texture really moist and good, but a lil bit too 'buttery'. Wonder if there could be improvement made so that cake remains moist, but less 'buttery'?
Also, would prefer more walnut, coz I just love the cake to be more crunchier!
But other than that, I love that it is not too sweet (I think brown sugar does the trick) and I just love how just one small teaspoon of cinnamon powder makes a difference.
Cream Cheese Frosting - ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (6/10)
Comments: Frosting is quite sweet, but compliments nicely with carrot cake. Just feels that the overall texture of the cream can be improved, perhaps remove butter altogether?
Overall conclusion : Aunty Wendy is going to pass me her version of carrot cake. Will try that out and compare to this one! :)
250 gram self-raising flour
250 gram butter
230 gram soft brown sugar
4 large eggs
2 carrots, finely grated
Juice & zest from one lemon
1 teaspoon cinnamon powder
1 tablespoon of vanilla essence
Handful of walnut (roasted)
Preheat oven to 180 degrees celcius. Mix the butter and sugar till fluffy. Add in eggs and flour, continue to mix. Add vanilla essence, carrots, lemon, cinnamon power and walnut and mix in. Pour into baking tin and bake for about 50 mins to an hour.
Cream Cheese Frosting:
115 grams cream cheese
115 grams of butter
200 grams of icing sugar (adjust according to desire sweetness)
1 1/2 tablespoon of lemon juice
1 teaspoon of vanilla essence
Verdict:
Carrot cake - ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (8/10)
Comments: I find the carrot cake texture really moist and good, but a lil bit too 'buttery'. Wonder if there could be improvement made so that cake remains moist, but less 'buttery'?
Also, would prefer more walnut, coz I just love the cake to be more crunchier!
But other than that, I love that it is not too sweet (I think brown sugar does the trick) and I just love how just one small teaspoon of cinnamon powder makes a difference.
Cream Cheese Frosting - ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (6/10)
Comments: Frosting is quite sweet, but compliments nicely with carrot cake. Just feels that the overall texture of the cream can be improved, perhaps remove butter altogether?
Overall conclusion : Aunty Wendy is going to pass me her version of carrot cake. Will try that out and compare to this one! :)
.: Kath's Travel Guide @ UK - A Sneak Preview :.
A sneak preview of KTG@UK
Chapel @ Edinburgh Castle
Carton Hill @ Edinburgh
Garden @ Hampton Court 
London Eye @ London
Tower Bridge @ London 
Statue of Hamlet @ Stratford Upon Avon
Imperial War Museum @ LondonStay tune :)
Thursday, June 18, 2009
.: Haggis :.
The Royal McGregor
154 High Street
Royal Mile
Edinburgh
0131 255 7064
When you are in Scotland, you must try the traditional Scottish dish - Haggis!
My grandad's godson (does it make him my goduncle?) Justin, who is working as a doctor in Edinburgh, brought us to this lil pub, The Royal McGregor.
Since my bro had had a bad experience with haggis and my mom isn't exactly Miss Adventurous when it comes to food, we decided to order haggis fritters with sweet chili and honey (as starters).
I would say that this haggis fritters are a perfect introduction to this Scottish dish, as not many may find this dish appealing (especially when you know what it's actually made of). To make this post more interesting, I shall not reveal the secret ingredients to y'all. Curious to know? Then you will have to google it yourself :)
I didn't know until I google-ed this later on that the place we ate was in fact one of the most recommended places to have haggis.
I actually enjoyed my haggis very much, has the nutty milky-like texture and the sweet chili sauce compliments nicely with the fritters!
It's great that I had a pleasant first experience with this traditional Scottish dish, eh? (read with a Scottish accent) *wink*
Cheers!
.: 4 Movies And A Review :.
While flying to London, transiting at Dubai, I watched 4 movies on board the plane :
1) Marley & Me
2) Twilight
3) Bride Wars
4) High School Musical 3
And I will never ever trust the judgement of anyone who tells me that Twilight is a great movie. It wasn't even ok, barely palatable. It was just rubbish.
Marley & Me was ok, I cried the part where Marley died, and the family was gathering round and saying a few words before burying Marley....... but sadly, the storyline was just too random. There wasn't a good climax, there wasn't really much substance except for the finale.
HSM3, well I must admit it was ok. I really enjoyed HSM 1 & 2. But if I were to benchmark HSM 3 with the first HSM, I would have to say that the standards have fallen.
Bride Wars was alright, exactly what I expected out of this chick flick (lower expectation mind you). So this movie has meet up with my expectations. If you are in for mindless entertainment, this movie should do :)
Ok, gonna have my dinner soon.......
Cheers!~
1) Marley & Me
2) Twilight
3) Bride Wars
4) High School Musical 3
And I will never ever trust the judgement of anyone who tells me that Twilight is a great movie. It wasn't even ok, barely palatable. It was just rubbish.
Marley & Me was ok, I cried the part where Marley died, and the family was gathering round and saying a few words before burying Marley....... but sadly, the storyline was just too random. There wasn't a good climax, there wasn't really much substance except for the finale.
HSM3, well I must admit it was ok. I really enjoyed HSM 1 & 2. But if I were to benchmark HSM 3 with the first HSM, I would have to say that the standards have fallen.
Bride Wars was alright, exactly what I expected out of this chick flick (lower expectation mind you). So this movie has meet up with my expectations. If you are in for mindless entertainment, this movie should do :)
Ok, gonna have my dinner soon.......
Cheers!~
.: Medical Alert! :.
The Centre for Disease Control has issued a medical alert about a highly contagious, potentially dangerous virus that is transmitted orally, by hand, and even electronically.
This virus is called Weekly Overload Recreational Killer (WORK). If you receive WORK from your boss, any of your colleagues or anyone else via any means whatsoever - DO NOT TOUCH IT!!! This virus will wipe out your private life entirely.
If you should come into contact with WORK you should immediately leave the premises. Take two good friends to the nearest liquor store and purchase one or both of the antidotes - Work Isolating Neutralizer Extract (WINE) and Bothersome Employer Elimination Rebooter (BEER).
Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.
You should immediately forward this medical alert to five friends.
If you do not have five friends, you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your life.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
.: Flower Power II :.
Finally... more pictures of my lovely flowers from my handphone (read Flower Power for the earlier pictures)
(p/s : SJ, no need to loan me your "shirt" anymore *wink* )
A lone rose with a Winnie the Pooh balloon :)
Pink roses with lil daisies (my baby pics mosaic on the right)
Daisies, my fav! :)
Pink roses (Hello Kitty was from McDs when the Hello Kitty craze was on - remember those days?)
Pink daisy :)
Pink roses and a red I LOVE YOU balloon
A pink rose in a nice purple wrapping
And what happens when all these lovely flowers wilted and died?
(p/s : SJ, no need to loan me your "shirt" anymore *wink* )
A lone rose with a Winnie the Pooh balloon :)
Pink roses with lil daisies (my baby pics mosaic on the right)
Daisies, my fav! :)
Pink roses (Hello Kitty was from McDs when the Hello Kitty craze was on - remember those days?)
Pink daisy :)
Pink roses and a red I LOVE YOU balloon
A pink rose in a nice purple wrappingAnd what happens when all these lovely flowers wilted and died?
Well, I have been keepin all the flowers that JC has given to me since, in a big box.....
Monday, June 15, 2009
.: Just Like You :.
We brought our newborn son, Adam, to the paediatrician for his first checkup. As he finished, the doctor told us, ''You have a cute baby.''
Smiling, I said, ''I bet you say that to all new parents.''
''No, '' he replied, ''just to those whose babies really are good-looking.''
''So what do you say to the others?'' I asked.
''He looks just like you.''
-Reader's Digest : Life is Like That-
Smiling, I said, ''I bet you say that to all new parents.''
''No, '' he replied, ''just to those whose babies really are good-looking.''
''So what do you say to the others?'' I asked.
''He looks just like you.''
-Reader's Digest : Life is Like That-
Sunday, June 14, 2009
.: 27 Random Answers to 27 Random Questions :.
1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? I need to get back to bed and sleep. zzzz...
2. How much cash do you have on you? About RM50 in my wallet. And a couple of Gs in my bank account. Tee hee :)
3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR?"
Whoa. *lol* yes, it does rhyme with door. What do you mean its not a word? Ok fine. Pour.
4. Favorite planet? That would have to be the 3rd planet from the sun. Earth la! :)
5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? Hmmm...some random number, I have absolutely no idea who.
6. What is your favorite ring on your phone? I don't use a ring tone (coz my phone is perpectually silent). But if I have to choose, it would be "Jie-jie quai tien na tien hua" staring Rachel :)
7. What shirt are you wearing? Black top
8. Do you "label" yourself? Yes - The Boring Accountant
9. Name the brand of your shoes you're currently wearing? Nose
10. Bright or Dark Room? Bright when I am awake and dark when I am asleep :)
11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? She's my cousin. I blogged bout her once. Read here to know more. *wink*
13. What were you doing at midnight last night? Reading a book by Nora Roberts.
14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say? Erm, "RM0: Come visit our DiGi games budget corner. Only 500 units of different games going at RM3 everyday. Hurry while stock last. Text GAME to 2016 now. DiGi." Hehe :)
15. Where is your nearest 7-11? The row of shophouses right outside my housing area. Bout 500 m from my doorstep I guess.
16. What's a word that you say a lot? I guess it's "hmmm...."
17.Who told you he/she loved you last? JC
18. Last furry thing you touched? Martin Bear :)
19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days? I'm on antibiotics now. Does that counts?
20. How many rolls of film do you need developed? Conventional camera is so last century. Haha :)
21. Favorite age you have been so far? Age is just a number.
22. Your worst enemy? Most of the time - myself
23. What is your current desktop picture? Azul (go check it out)
24. What was the last thing you said to someone? 'Ok bye!' <-- to JC
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be? The ability to fly - so that I could earn more than millions on endorsments and all. Tee hee. The accountant in me. Ka-ching! :)
26. Do you like someone? Of course :)
27. The last song you listened to? I can't remember. Something on Mix.FM (my dad and I compromised on this radio station)
Ok, so I'm done with my 27 random questions, tagged by Tammie.
I am gonna tag whoever who wanna do this :)
2. How much cash do you have on you? About RM50 in my wallet. And a couple of Gs in my bank account. Tee hee :)
3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR?"
Whoa. *lol* yes, it does rhyme with door. What do you mean its not a word? Ok fine. Pour.
4. Favorite planet? That would have to be the 3rd planet from the sun. Earth la! :)
5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? Hmmm...some random number, I have absolutely no idea who.
6. What is your favorite ring on your phone? I don't use a ring tone (coz my phone is perpectually silent). But if I have to choose, it would be "Jie-jie quai tien na tien hua" staring Rachel :)
7. What shirt are you wearing? Black top
8. Do you "label" yourself? Yes - The Boring Accountant
9. Name the brand of your shoes you're currently wearing? Nose
10. Bright or Dark Room? Bright when I am awake and dark when I am asleep :)
11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? She's my cousin. I blogged bout her once. Read here to know more. *wink*
13. What were you doing at midnight last night? Reading a book by Nora Roberts.
14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say? Erm, "RM0: Come visit our DiGi games budget corner. Only 500 units of different games going at RM3 everyday. Hurry while stock last. Text GAME to 2016 now. DiGi." Hehe :)
15. Where is your nearest 7-11? The row of shophouses right outside my housing area. Bout 500 m from my doorstep I guess.
16. What's a word that you say a lot? I guess it's "hmmm...."
17.Who told you he/she loved you last? JC
18. Last furry thing you touched? Martin Bear :)
19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days? I'm on antibiotics now. Does that counts?
20. How many rolls of film do you need developed? Conventional camera is so last century. Haha :)
21. Favorite age you have been so far? Age is just a number.
22. Your worst enemy? Most of the time - myself
23. What is your current desktop picture? Azul (go check it out)
24. What was the last thing you said to someone? 'Ok bye!' <-- to JC
25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be? The ability to fly - so that I could earn more than millions on endorsments and all. Tee hee. The accountant in me. Ka-ching! :)
26. Do you like someone? Of course :)
27. The last song you listened to? I can't remember. Something on Mix.FM (my dad and I compromised on this radio station)
Ok, so I'm done with my 27 random questions, tagged by Tammie.
I am gonna tag whoever who wanna do this :)
Saturday, June 13, 2009
.: Flower Power :.
I love flowers.
And tho I do think that its a waste of money to buy 'em,
just to have 'em all dried up in the end,
I still love 'em.
A bouquet of baby pink roses
Another bouquet of darker pink roses
A dozen red roses
More pink roses (with Martin bear at the back)
There are loads more in my handphone which I have not uploaded coz I lost the cable and I have no other means of uploading the pics. I am very sure there's another way without cable, but I am too lazy to find out - however, as the capacity of my hp decreases, the desperation for me to offload it off my phone increases. Soon - is all I can say for now!
Well, for the 3 years (and counting) of courtship, JC has on numerous occasion bought me flowers that ranges from one stalk to a bouquet of roses and daisies (I just love daisies). Sometimes as a surprise, sometimes to say he is sorry, and a few to commemorate special events - like passing my final papers or Valentines day surprise [read here].
All the flowers he have given me, I still keep in a big brown box until today.
Just wanna thank you JC for all these special memories - the goods ones, but even the bad ones too, so that we learn to appreciate the good ones even more.
Love you to bitz.
xoxo
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