Thursday, January 26, 2006

Missing

Nobody in particular. Just my electric egg beater, authentic chopsticks, countless numbers of scissors, baking tins, sieves, baking paper, spatulas, soup bowl, containers etc etc etc. It just goes on and on. And that's not including other things like clothes and stationeries.

I love cooking and baking. But the mysterious disappearance of my things ONLY when I need them has lead me to surrender my passion of slavering in the kitchen. I remember doing whatever I had learned in Home Ec lessons back in the days. Hard Rock Bun, Pastries, sponge cakes..basically almost everything in the text book. Didn't have much trouble with any kitchen equipment needed then. Perhaps it started after school. I have come to believe that there are inconspicuous extra-territorial species hovering about my parents for years and have been 'abducting' MY stuff for their experiments. Maybe they like to play masak-masak too no? Get the toys version dude!! I mean creature...whatever u are!! But why would they need my favorite pair of shorts that says "Hottie" at the back?? And no I didn't hang it outside the house or window! What about my spatulas? For spanking the junior species whom probably chowed down my soup bowl?? Hello Mama Species, don't you know kids tend to imitate the adults?! So get your slimey hands off MY things!!

I hope this unsolved mysteries will not take place at my own house. You green-headed creatures better not move to the west! I will need my kitchen things more than ever this time around. So leave me alone already.

Oh and for whatever ungodly reasons, I almost brush my teeth with my FACIAL CLEANSER. Thank goodness I realised before putting it in my mouth. Who needs acne-free teeth anyway??? Cet!!! [smack] What was I thinking??????????? [/smack]

Ps: My attempt on royal icing last nite ; wasn't too bad if you find freckled surface attractive.

Posted at 3:01 PM

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Americanised..

Postally (If there is such a word). Thanks to vPOST I officially have a mailing address in the US of A and Japan. Not that I care much for the latter. Now I can shop online at ease without worrying about shipping that can't be made to Singapore for some items. And my most visited online shopping sources are none other than Amazon and Ebay. I don't usually have problems with Amazon except for the used items. If I can get a used item at a much lower price but sadly does not ship internationally, wouldn't that be such a retail-tragic?? Now I don't have to take up snail-mailbox spaces of my aunt or cousin there for them to mail it to me. A trip to the local post office there isn't exactly like a less than 20 mins feeder bus trip for us here. Yippee for them and coolness for me!

Even cooler news; the shipping charges are cheaper via vPOST. Previously, I would pay the price of another book altogether and sometimes even more to get Amazon to ship it here directly.

vPOST should seriously consider this service to be applicable via United Kingdom too. So that online shoppers like me, but of course mainly ME ME ME will no longer be a royal pain in the arse to my cousins there too. Hmmfffft!!!

Posted at 5:18 PM

Monday, January 23, 2006

Mission Impossibly Possible

A mission that I have presumed impossible. A mission that I predicted to last for hours. A mission that I .... had an unexpected yet sweetly fun ending.

[delete para] I wanted to write about how we were supposed to find the perfect fit for Emma this morning. But ~~just~~ now....I lost my mojo. Yaaaaawn.

Now I know just how good she is with surprises. I was totally clue-less until we were only a staircase away from destination. I spend the whole afternoon with her running around yet she left no obvious hints. We can try the Sakura International Buffet next time k gurl. Don't sweat about it. The fact that you planned the surprise was enough to ~~surgically~~ implant a certain degree of excitement and gratitude. [read: deeply moved] Of course same goes for Ejah, Mas and Ayshy for making it happen. Thank u for putting me into ur precious Saturday nite schedules gurls. Who would've thought bowling can be such a wacky-pee-in-the-pants game.

That was certainly a night I will remember.

[Pictures plssssssssssssss.... *begs Ayshy*]

Posted at 11:30 AM

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Craving...

for a bread. A special bread. I used to have it a lot back in the days. The rectangular thick bread that used to be 40 cents per piece. Either white or Green and pink color with cream in between. A disappointed trip last night to several bakeries and even Shop & Save. Boo hoo.

All I think about is that bread the past 2 days. Xiao. Just few minutes ago I went down to Carrefour. Also takde!! Damn. But I saw soemthing similar to it except its not rectangle. Its those buns that are joined in a pack. Colors and all look the same. Got halal tag some more. Yippeee. This could be it.

But heck....this roti taste like pandan. Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!

Posted at 10:55 AM

Monday, January 16, 2006

Fragments

Thank GOD for cousins. Emmah (formerly known as Fatimah. Heh) had fiercely battled against festived-elbows through the Chinatown crowd alongside with me on a hot Saturday afternoon. And she had night shift mind you. If it was me, I wouldn't trade my pillow for anything else. Simply because I can't survive thru the nite without even a brief wink. That explains why I never had a night life. No wait... my curfew actually explains that better. Lol. Can't thank you enough for your company.

No thanks to my Japanese calendar which made me seriously think that 31st January is bact-at-work day. If Wendy didn't slap it in my face, I'll probably drag myself to work discovering City Hall is nothing but a ghost town to prove my stupidity. Tsk. The date is not colored in red like 30th is lah. It's actually in fine print. What's their motive? To wake people-who-don't-read-fine-prints like myself up? Bleargh. I know I could have done my own math considering that CNY falls on a Sunday. But who cares when one has too much on her fingers, toes and not forgetting mind. So I'm forgiven.

Why is it that I can be a Master of lists at any other given time but right now, I'm HOPESLESS. Every attempt to come up with a check-list ends up as a scribble of nonsensical alphabets and lines of all sorts which make no sense at all. Losing it? All I need to know is if I had missed out on anything that is important. I'm losing my focus.

Posted at 9:58 AM

Friday, January 13, 2006

Tem Pay Leng

"eh why muslims go all the way to Mecca for prayers hah and then kena stampede until die .. very suay one hor...better don't go right?"

Nabey ah! Kan aku dah mencarut. Not the first time she say something so tactlessly. Tak boleh salahkan jugak ah. Kafirun tak akan faham. But needless to say, there isn't a need for her to use the word "suay". If it were us the caramel skinned were to say something offensive towards their beliefs, that would guarantee a mouthful of profanities and maybe packed with some physical breakout if you're lucky.

Kurangajar punya ma'lap.

Al-Fatihah for those that have passed. Let's pray for the safety of others. InsyaAllah.

Posted at 10:32 AM

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Metrosexual, Isetansexual or Seiyusexual ?

Who says vanity is a department majorly dominated by the females? Certainly not this female who is typing with cold fidgeting stiff fingers. You would think me being so fickle and extremely picky when it comes to my appearance. Yes of course I am particular about certain things. On the contrary, he was waaaaaaaaaaaaay worst!!!

And it's all because of a ????? Songkok!! The custom made one was fine actually. Except the color. The not-so-poor mak andam had to rummage through the back-room countlessly because my dear man was simply not satisfied. Too big. Too high. Too tight. Too weird. Too light. Too soft. Too hard. You sure its not the songkok but your head? *roll eyes* That alone took almost an hour. One of the assistant glanced at me with a weak smile that scream "GET OVER IT ALREADY!". And how long did it take to take my body measurements and confirm some things on my end? Less than 10 solid minutes. "Hellooooo ..still here!!" And on top of that, he changed his mind and we swapped one of our costume to another pair. He suddenly think the grey pair which he chose was dull in comparison. Errrrmm which I already said like a millionth time. I sat there not believing what I have just observed.

"Call him Mr. Raider, call him Mr. Wrong, Call him insane
He'd say: I know what I want and I want it now I want you cause I'm Mr. Vain"

He should be singing that song no? heh. By the time we were done with dinner, the rain was so heavy that the water was up to my ankles. And miserable us only had 6552 1111 on our sorry heads. And so behold all cabs were already on call. We struggled our way back to Bugis MRT.

Even with a brolly we were wet. My way home was with a very unattractive wet patch exactly designed on my behind from my dripping scarf. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmppffft!!

Oh what a night!

Posted at 12:15 PM

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Just another Pet-Pot

Oklah...dah cukup lama aku membisu. Timecheck. *peeks previous entry*. Eleh baru brapa hari je. Tapi dah macam nak meletop. Dah hakikat mulot ni ada je nak "menjawab". Hiakhiakhiak.

Kepada mereka-mereka yang menalipon/sms aku kerana risau atas diri ini yang tidak cukop glamour, terima kaseh lah beribu-ribu cupcakes. At times like this, friends whom you'd least expect goes all the way out to surprise you warmly and offer that extra hand. How nice.

Finally the renovation is done. But yet have time to drop by. Thank GOD for MMS. Although that could never be enough to have a thorough visual satisfaction. But it would do for now. Malas lah nak travel an hour by MRT. And that is $17 bucks if by Taxi. That's how far my marital abode will be from my parents house. Sigh.

Will I ever fit-in the west? I have to.

Ok ok i shall not dwell on that and stress myself further. Breaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaathe. Auuuuummmmmm...