Oh, dear!

Am hopelessly in love with Marks and Spencer’s “Triple Chocolate Crunch”. It is so good, I can’t even describe it properly. I look at first at the box, and that picture, and I think, “HAH, Must be kidding. Can’t be that much chocolate in it.” But I was wrong. It lived up to the picture on the front. Wow. Please do go get it. It’s 7.90 a box, but it’s all worth every cent. (:

Jigoku Shoujo

The shadow of sins flicker and flutter
A sorrowful destiny; A flicker of doubt.
The hater and hated are two in one;
Two cracked mirrors facing each other.
We come from the darkness, where the threads of time intertwine.
We shall exact your revenge.

macaron pics! Courtesy of jas (:

Ubin Fun.

So! Ubin was great, perfect weather, even though it was raining towards the end of our cycling adventure. My butt hurts so badly now, and my thighs are aching in an indescribable manner. But, hell, I had so much fun today. (:

Saw a troupe of wild boars there! When we were cycling, I saw this black thing cross the path, followed by another. So I asked Glen to see if it was a monkey. And then, I saw The Mother Boar. It turned to look at us, and it disappeared into the forest in pursuit of its little ones. That was on the way to Chek Jawa, an insane trail bicycle ride away from the Jetty. That accounts for the burning thigh muscles.

Chek Jawa was a sanctuary. I felt so so relaxed there, sitting on the bench, facing the sea, feeling the breeze in my hair, and listening to First Love by Utada Hikaru on Glen’s phone. We had to leave because of the imminent rain which was arriving soon, and we headed back for lunch.

I wanted to try Wild Boar for lunch, but the lady at the restaurant there said that there weren’t any at that time because no one dared to venture into the forest to look for them in fear of being struck by a falling durian. It was the season for that a little while back, and thus, the shortage of boar. I gave her my number, and told her to call me when there’s boar meat again, and I’d come back to have it. Heh.

Headed back to Mainland (hahahaha. private joke!) and sat in a bum boat, facing Mr Pigsy- lookalike, with his “lovely female friend”. Went to Plaza Sing after to catch a movie with Glen, The Simpsons, and after, went for durian at Geylang. And now I’m back home, praying that when I wake up tomorrow, I’d still be able to walk. HA.

early awakenings.

Going to Ubin with Glen and Wilmer, and it’s 6:30 a.m. now. And it is, by far, one of the earliest that I’ve ever woken up at before. I can’t believe when I was still in RG or MJ, I used to get up at god- forsaken hours like 5:30 a.m., or at 6 a.m. to get ready for school. It seems almost impossible to do that now on a regular basis.

Ok, everything’s packed, repellent, money, scrunchie, umbrella, tissue, and stuff like that. Oh yes, the handphone is a really important piece of equipment too, that’s packed too. So here’s to a day of sunshine, loads of cycling, and fun company. Haven’t seen wilmer in a while! (:

Macaron Love.

Thanks jas for a lovely lovely LOVELY night out, and yes, even if we meet oh-so-rarely, it’s wonderful that we can still talk about so much stuff. -hugs jaslin- Oh, and all the innuendos, and suggestive vocabulary was so funny, little sighs of pleasure, and lusting over them. haha!

(my Cat just woke up, took a couple uninterested looks about the room and to check if I’ve got any food, and promptly decided that nothing was worth her interest, and thus, chose to go back to dreamland.)

I hope Jaslin’s cat comes back! And that it stops being so whiny about attention.

Anyways, here’s what I had!  I’ve got to chronicle this, it was a wonderful fabulous night. The food was filled with little surprises, and it was definitely a feast for the eyes and definitely one for my taste buds. The desserts, of course, was the main show in the entire meal, and each was so delicious! Jaslin and I made a pact to go back there each time I return to Singapore when I get home during the holidays, which, I am totally fine with. (:

Ok, here’s what I had, (recollection of wanting to do it at the beginning of the last paragraph).

• Appetizer: “Pulpo” – aioli (octopus), sauteed potato, paprika “air”, extra virgin olive oil
• Entree: Fois Gras Parfait – with apple compote, cassis coulis, brioche squares, baby spinach
• Dessert Amuse: Chocolate Sorbet – blood orange jelly, orange confit, orange caramel
• Dessert Glass: Cream Cheese Sorbet – peach cream, almond nougatine, apricot confit
• Dessert Grand: Violette – violet ice cream, strawberry marmalade, strawberry paper, cassis coulis, violet meringue
• Petit Fours: truffle and hazelnut macaron, vanilla pate de fruit, exotic caramel and dark chocolate
• Bangkok Blues: a cocktail of vodka, lime, and blue caracao

Oh man, this is the seriously the best desserts I had. And Canele Patisserie Chocolatier next to it was equally as good. Bought 3 chocolate lollies to give to my sister. Real cute, (a little ex though, but hell. once in a while aye?). The cakes there looked good too! Yum. I shall wait for Jas to send me the pictures before I post them up! Which I hope is soon. (:

Whoa. Hey. Not Cool.

HA, went to watch “Black Sheep” with Glen today, and we couldn’t stop laughing, throughout and after the show. It was SO ridiculous! Imagine an innocent looking sheep, with doeful eyes and soft white fleece, suddenly developing killer instincts and attacking all humans about.

After, lunched at Rendezvous with Aimee too. And visited Krishna at Peace Centre when lunch was done. It was a nice day, always nice to watch movies with Glen. Ha, my movie buddy. (:

books galore!

I went to Plaza Singapura (again.), and I have returned victorious with two more books to add to that already bursting bookcase. I do so need a book case, but I can’t possibly fit another book case in my room anymore. It’s too full.

Anyways, here are the two.
The first is by Philip K. Dick, called “Flow, My Tears, the Policeman said”.
“Jason Taverner had a glittering TV career and millions of fans, enormous wealth and something close to eternal youth. He is one of a handful of brilliant, beautiful people, the product of top- secret government experiments forty years earlier. In fact, he has everything… until, inexplicably, all records of him disappear. Suddenly, he is a man with no identity, in a police state where everyone is closely monitored. Can he ever be rich and famous again? Or are those memories just an illusion?”
Sounds interesting, I’d expect nothing less that “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep”, which I read for my Literature Paper for A levels.

The second is called “Ashes to Ashes” by Tami Hoag.
“In the dead of the night, he performs his profane ceremony. He arranges the Body. He pours the accelerant, anointing the Dead. then he Lights the match. “Ashes to Ashes”
The Newspapers have dubbed him the Cremator. The city is in Uproar. But as he strikes the match over his third Victime, he has a witness, a teenage runaway who sees the Cremator’s face in the Flickering light of the pyre.
Advocate Kate Contan struggles to unlock the motivation of her chief witness — the young runaway — whilst battling with the demons from her own past. And amid the frenzy of media attention, Kate finds herself on the trail of the Cremator. She’s got what it takes to stop him. And he wants her alone…”

I think the first one seems really good. It’s so.. utopian lit. Feels like A levels all over again. That was possibly the only paper that I thoroughly enjoyed doing. Ha.

odd thoughts.

After lunch, whilst I was walking by myself in Carrefour doing my grocery shopping, I suddenly had this really weird thought. That was after I got pissed off by a couple walking in the middle of an aisle, oblivious to everyone around them and thinking the supermarket is their smooching arena. And after I almost got ran down by an old auntie who thought that she owns the entire place.

Why is it so important to be part of something? From young, we all sought to be in cliques, in groups which determined our apparent “social standing”. I was toying with the idea that it might be our remnants links to the animal world we stemmed from, where safety is abundant in numbers, and the only way to stay alive was, to keep in groups. It might be tosh, I wasn’t in a right frame of mind. Anyways, I was reminded of a dream I had the night before, about the whole clique thingamy in my sec 3/4 class. We were all having a sports day sort of event, and we were all stuck in RG, but not entirely the actual RG. There was this whole Olympics sorta feel about it, with the vines on the pillars and moss covered rocks, and the flags drifting in the wind high above. But, it was the atmosphere which was odd. Unfriendly, maybe. And to my dear amazement, I was involved in some sport event, I think it was the 4×100 medley relay, if I wasn’t wrong. I remember not being all out in that event, because my team mates were from this “I’m cool and I don’t talk to anyone outside my clique” sorta clique, and they were totally being bitchy and all. Maybe it’s a reflection of my secondary school life. I didn’t feel like I belonged in any at that time, maybe I spent too much time screwing up my school work, and hating my physics teacher. But, yea. It’s so irritating, after so many years, that still surfaces.

I think, it’s a bad habit of ours. Even though we’re so busy and how we talk about how we don’t care about how others think of us, we still spend too much time doing so. Maybe unconsciously. It’s so odd, it’s this innate thing (to me, at least) that we automatically try to give our best impression to the other person we’re talking to, or to the world we see around us. No matter how much we gripe about it, this habit is one that’s never going to disappear anytime soon. I don’t know, but I think it’s a horribly tiresome thing to do.

And then suddenly while thinking of that, I had this horrible feeling that arose within me, and recollection, that sometimes, even to people you’ve known for the longest of times, I’d feel so detached and separated from. It was a weird, flitting sorta feeling, and I remember that in JC, I was sitting in the canteen, talking to Ra and Caroline, and I was suddenly hit by that feeling that I didn’t feel at all close to them, even though I spent so much time with them. It’s funny, because I sometimes have no idea what they’re talking about, especially about their “eye candies”, which I have zilch knowledge about. It’s those times when they’re talking about something that applies to only the both of them, that I feel that detachment. That feeling goes away really quickly, but it leaves a really bitter tinge, as though I didn’t know them at all for that moment, and it makes me feel really odd inside.

I say, it’s funny how such crazy memories surface. And without warning too. My dreams leave an trail of incomplete, unfinished thoughts within me, forcing me seek the answers to the questions and to revisit old memories buried deep within my mind during slumber. I hate those kind of dreams, those dreams that push you in one direction, as if to a target, and end so abruptly, leaving you fumbling in the dark for the answers that you want. Sigh.

Dinner Date!

Dinner Date with one of my ex- colleague when I was still working at Federal. Wow, it’s already been one year and 4 months since I last worked. It was pretty fun working there, the people were nice, my bosses (with the sad exception of one) were pretty nice. Everyone in every department were nice, and after all, it was a nice working experience. Compared to hothouse, the hell hole, with the crazy bitch psuedo person in charge sitting there behind me telling everyone stories about her and her boyfriend which no one wanted to hear. And accused me of slacking on the job when I was doing what she was supposed to be doing in the first place.

Thank God that’s over. Thank god a teacher screwed up, and made my day by getting me fired from that hell of a job. I can never forget the exhilaration when I was given the choice to leave. (I didn’t even have to give the one week’s notice like it’s required in my contract!) And I left with a happy smile, comforted by the fact that I need not face that monster(s) again.

I wonder whether she’s still there. And whether she’s pissed off any more employees. I bet she has (:

Me is going cycling with Glen and Wilmer! Soon, just don’t know when. When Glen says he’s free I guess! He’s busy with his friend’s business where he’s helping out, so it’s a little tough trying to find time to meet up with him. I miss them all, and all the studying and going for makan times, to Novena, to Geylang for durian, for Yet Con (my fave!), or simply to the Chicken Rice place at Park Mall where we have waited many 10 mins for the grumpy busy uncle to take our orders. And Soon Heng for nice Peranakan Food.   Litsan’s back in Penang, Stella’s back in KK, Patrick’s forever playing golf, Ong’s in NS ( ), Glen’s busy with the fish, and I’m just bored. Sad right? Everyone’s either gone or busy, how sad. Except for me. Oh wells.

how time flies.

Woah, I was just surfing around happily, and it’s 2 a.m. So fast. It’s crazy, how time flies.

Macaron!

Looking forward to Macaron with Jas on Tuesday! (:

Friday the 13th.

My aunt’s Birthday today! July the 13th HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAI!

Anyways, watching 黄金年华 on television now. And I was wondering what songs would be sung by us on that show when we are old and wrinkly. I can just imagine an old- ish in punk clothes singing to the tunes of Blink 182, and our kids and grandkids next time will look at them and think the way I am doing so right now — that they’re old fogeys. Ha. So funny. I can totally imagine it. And maybe Fiona Xie hosting that show in 30 years time.

[headbanging] [singing to the tunes of e.g. Red Hot Chilli Peppers] And the person singing attempts to do some acrobatic move and suddenly *crack*, his pelvic bone shatters. Ok, that’s a little too over the top. But I can’t help but imagine that! Totally hilarious images flashing through my mind right now. Ha.

poor baby.

My poor baby’s sick again.

back from Penang!

Just got back from Penang after a back breaking, butt cramping 10 hours on a coach.

Monday: Ventured into Johore by myself to look for Glen there. It was quite freaky, after all the stories about how people got mugged and robbed in broad daylight on the streets. Had to stand there, clutching my bag absolutely tightly and wait for Glen to arrive, which was 15 minutes after I arrived there. Took a coach (12 hours!!!!!) to Penang, where we met Litsan! Checked into a really funky hotel called Peking Hotel, at RM69 a night. It was… really retro. Didn’t take a picture of the room though. It’s not really picturesque. Just a place to crash at night.

Dinner at Gurney! It’s next to the sea, this outdoor hawker centre thing. Had lok lok, both fried and soup with satay sauce over. Delicious Rojak, Char kway Teow, Satay and various juices! The thing that amazed me was that it was really really quiet there. It’s so weird, yannow? Had durian, and after which, walked along the beach, talking and yakking, and back to the hotel for rest after a foot reflexology session at this place next door to the hotel. The entire area around my hotel was club area. There was this club called Slippery Senoritas (ahem.) with dancing, singing monkeys (actually, just a girl who looked like a monkey when she danced), and there was mambo too! And momo. Funky. My hotel was in between two clubs, one called Soho or something and the other unknown. And for two nights, I slept to booming basses and crazy techno beats.

Tuesday: Awoke at 8, out by 9. Litsan picked us up, and brought us for a hearty breakfast! Curry mee at her favourite place, with a side dish of charsiew. All the food there’s to die for. It was SO GOOD! After we went to Penang Hill and took this train ride up 700 m to the top. We saw huge parrots and pheasants at this Aviary. and Monkeys. and took photos with a Burmese Python.The scenery up there was unforgettable.

Went for Penang laksa after. It’s a fishy spicy broth with thick beehoon noodles and fresh lettuce slices and mint leaves. It was an explosion of tastes in my mouth and it was so so so good. So different from the Nonya kind. Had Susu Durian, which translates into Condensed Milk Durian, which were in season at that time. It costs 13RM, which would be around 6 dollar sing. If I were to buy it here, it would have cost me at least 30 Sing. Crazy marking up of prices man! And we had this durian called Ang He, which translates into Red Prawn, a bitter durian, and a total opposite of the Susu one. But both were heavenly. Really nice. Went back to freshen up and met Litsan after a while for dinner. Her brother treated us to dinner! After which, we went to Batu Feringgi, for shopping! There was a huge huge night market there with loads of stuff to buy. After walking, we went for another foot massage thing. And supper! Prawn Mee (shit shit, two bowls) and hainanese chicken.

Wednesday: Morning! Char Kway Teow at the most popular place in Penang for breakfast. It was. SO GOOOOOOD. makes the char kway teow in singapore seem so boring and tasteless. Went for more hainanese chicken rice after, (haha, so much food right?), and headed for a movie to pass time while i was waiting for our bus ride at night. Caught harry potter there! (cheap cheap movie tickets), and after, headed for more durian. That was like, an entire meal of durian. 4 huge durians! Susu, Red Prawn and this one called Number 14. But all of them were super super good. Bus ride back. So reluctant to go home. I miss Litsan already!

Well I’m back home now. Waiting for glen to settle the piccies. Which I can’t wait to see

Wimbledon! :D

Federer won! 3 sets to 2. And with a smashing 24 aces, it was a marvelous explosion of tennis to watch in 3 hours and 43 minutes. Federer is magical on the courts, it’s amazing the way he plays. The smashes, the drop shots, and although he made quite a few silly mistakes, he is undeniably a force to be reckoned with. Another win at Wimbledon next year, and he’d hold the record title for winning Wimbledon for the highest number of years consecutively. Yea!

Assassination Plots.

I was watching CNN and there was this bulletin on how the US administration tried to assassinate Castro. And, I tell you, it’s hilarious. Bloody brilliant.

1) Exploding Cigars

2) Ambushed Cars

3) Laced Chocolate Milkshakes

4) anything CIA can think of. LOL.

My god! Hilarious! An image of Castro with blackened lips just flashed across my mind. Ho, cute.

PENANG!!!!

Meeting Glennie on Monday in the morning in JB at 7.00 a.m.! Taking a cab from Queen’s St, and meeting him at the place where I alight in JB. and after, taking a coach to Penang to meet up with Lit San!! OMG, I can’t wait! :D:D:D:D:D:D

Stupid Chain Letters.

I just got this stupid chain letter in the email. And I think it is UTTERLY stupid.

Scenario 1:

I am Timmy, and I am a boy who has died in an accident many years ago. But I have not been able to find peace, and to do that, I need people to send emails for me to find my mother. If you do not send this email to 6 people within the next 5 minutes, I will sit below your bed and come out and kill you after midnight. Beware. Many have felt my presence.

Scenario 2:

Me and my boyfriend have been together for the past 10 years, and we have been very happy together. Unfortunately, my mother has been a bitch and forbad us to marry because my boyfriend will not give her enough money. We took our lives by jumping from my room’s window. But we have not left. To keep our love strong, you must send this email to 10 people by the end of the hour. If not, you will have immense bad luck in your love life and your future boyfriends will all leave you before your first anniversary.

My god, how stupid can these chain letters get. It’s so irritating, and of course, it’s including those going around on Friendster. X loves Y. Y has an affair. Y falls in love with Z. X kills X and Y, and takes her own life. X remains on this earth, killing all happy couples. Don’t send the following message on your bulletin, and you will die a miserable and disgusting death. And your loved one will also die too.

Oh please. This is so… juvenile. Sigh. And it irritates me. And it takes up irrelevant space in the cyberworld, and makes people using the internet irritated. A.R.G.H.

Rain goes Pitter Patter on the Window Pane.

Woke up to a pouring sky, It’s been Totally overcast! and Raining chickens and cows. My dad told me how the phrase “raining cats and dogs” came about. There was a huge huge storm in Britain, and the towns and villages flooded. All the cats and dogs drowned, and thus, the phrase “raining cats and dogs” being used if the storm was really huge.

There is like, not a single ray of sunshine. Which is really good because I’m intending to stay home all day, and it’s perfect for a stay- in. Rain’s always good, unless I’m home. in my cosy shelter.

oh wells. I’ve been feeling rather disgruntled about the past few weeks. It’s like, I’ve been so stagnant and dead and bored for so long, and it feels so… unrewarding. My television has seen a lot of me, and vice versa. My pillow has experienced a lot of me, and me to it too. But my pillow’s so wonderful. -sinks into feathery bliss- Haiyah, Heck, I’m just going to relax and slack. Don’t care. I won’t be able to do this once the school year starts.

SO bored.

bluer skies, and whiter clouds.

Heh, after taking the doctor’s medicines, I Am Feeling Better. But the medicines were gross. The doctor gave me powdered lactobacillus to take whilst dissolved in water. It smelt fruity, but it tasted horrible. UGH.

haiyah, BORED! I do so want to go overseas. it’d be a nice change. (:

sick. as. a. duck.

ate something wrong, and puked my guts out for 4 hours. I feel so miserable, and I just wanna curl up in a corner and dieeeeeee.