Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I was hungry and crazy to think of whipping something up in the middle of the night with zero experience in the kitchen.
Amazingly it was like i've just fought a war
First, i on the oven. I wanted to make some boiled potatoes you see. And according to the observations of biz park western food auntie, who puts the potato into the oven, i decide to follow suit. So i search for some potatos and a potato shaver (I hate potato skins. they taste damn awful) and began shaving the potato. I almost had my skin sliced but whatever since they are still intact. I then placed it on an aluminium and into the oven.
I proceed to open the thing i thought was oh-so-easy. The campbell soup. FAIL. i spent 1247325987 hours on it to realise I CANNOT USE A FUCKING CAN OPENER. i tried and tried until i start to sweat!!!!! so i plug in the fan, and on the fan. The fan jerked, and shaked, spinned, and fall off the bloody ceiling. Instinctly i went to off the switch. Pick up the broken pieces and continue opening the can in a hot and stuffy environment, without the fan that is. -oo- FAIL. i manage to open 1/8 of the can leaving 7/8 of it still intact.
At this time, my potato in my oven was turning black so i went to take the potato out. The potato is HARD.. NOT SOFT like the ones i ate! then i thought i was so clever, that i finally figured out why biz park western stall calls it boiled potato.. BECAUSE it is BOILED! so i went to grab some water and submerge my already slightly browned potato in. I on the fire and leave it to BOIL.
I continue my efforts on the campbell can. This time my arms are already tired trying to open the bloody thing. >=( I decide to use a fork and spoon to gauge and shake the contents out instead of attempting to open the can. I manage to get quite a sum to make up 1/4 a bowl of soup. At least better than nothing right!!!!
This time, my potatos have been boiled and water's coming out from the thing and making some irritating sound to the fire. I off the fire and pour the water out. My potato is hard as ever. FUCK THE WORLD. Biz park boiled potatoes look good, soft, fluffy and awesome. WHY DOES MINE LOOK LIKE COCK! I gave up on the potato and left it to cool, maybe when it cools it'll turn soft.
Then i proceed to add water to the soup and placed it into the oven to spin for a couple of minutes until god knows why it starts to make splattering noises in my oven. -oo- i took it out... and its edible!!! FINALLY. so i drank the soup. But it taste horrible. Plain horrible. I just suck, even its just can food.
The potato looked the same before cooled and after cooled so i threw it away. while cleaning up i accidentally hit a HOUSEFLY with my finger. EEW. disgusting. So i just wiped and stuff and place everything in the sink and went back to my room.
I swear throughout the entire process i was thinking of my maid my maid my maid and fat. I hope my maid was awake. I hope fat was there to cook for me.
I need some cooking classes during the holidays.
Written @ 2:50 AM
Sunday, February 21, 2010
today's 21st febuary.
i've been studying for the past few weeks and i'm 90% done on management accounting! Awesome much.
Can't wait for exams to be over since i got tons of things i want to do like... Find a job, work, money, find more job, work, and more money. But first i need some jobs.
& i need to escape from Singapore. Feel like going somewhere outta this country. My mom's bugging me for an answer to go overseas with her. We shall see.
CNY is not that awesome all together. oh wells. So proud of myself for studying SO MUCH BEFORE HAND. i dont have to panic the day b4 the test. ^^
Written @ 3:48 PM
Monday, February 15, 2010
I think i may have been curse to never ever in my life have a valentine. Sad. truth. Really.
At least i got a flower from a friend last year. I forgot to buy a flower for myself this year. But at least i've got lolipop from sophia. AWWW SO SWEET.
I promise i will never lead a loser life ever again. I will find one for next year, if not i'll go back to my nun club with the identity of "nuyoaix" and stay single forever for good.
I'm hungry. Shan't broad about some emo stuffs on chu yi. Ok it's chu er now. Shall go find some food. Ma tummy's growling!
Written @ 1:37 AM
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I want to be rich and powerful and so awesome that everyone will be scared of me and be nice to me.
As i was walking to starbucks today. There was this couple holding hands and walking towards me in the opposite direction. It was obvious that it was a narrow lane, so obviously you have to let go of your hands to let me cross. But no, in attempt to let me cross the guy walk towards the left and the woman move towards the right, being oh-so-bright, assuming i would be able to walk pass them right in the middle. Yea thanks. But wait, your hands are still in my way no-brainers.
Let go for a second so i can pass. Difficult? Hate lovey dovey couples. utterly disgusting. Better stop nao before i get flammed big time.
Anyway my arms so sooooo god damn tired out of the turning and turning. Which is in fact, very hard for me to turn. My hands slide off or in fact flew off the fucking thing few times when i was trying to. PHAIL. So i got laughed at a few times and had problems with gear changing after that due to my weak and flimsy arms.
So whats wrong with you hur.
My flimsy arms are flinging at you
Written @ 10:52 PM
This chinese new year isnt going on so well. spent 2/3 of my allowance in 10 days. what am i going to do for the next 20 days! ZOMG SAVE ME. YES YES. cny is here so there'll be ang pao. But i will promise myself to only open the angpaos after the 15th day. So traditional right!!! & also save 100% of my angpao money so... to say...i'll still be be broke until the rest of the month.
Chinese new year here once again. Some love hate relationship. I love angpaos, gathering, seeing people you that you may only see once a year, mahjong, and oranges. Its a damn chinese feeling for me luh. just feel very happy about it. BUT bloody balls. Guess who's here?
AND... Here comes my relatives! Its the time of the year for COMPARISONS. hate it fucking hate it. Being in a neighbourhood school doesnt mean i'm dumb, being in poly doesnt mean i'm not clever. Its just because i choose not to go to JC. The word is NOT TO. i choose not to.
I wanted to dye my hair ash brown. But it goes back to comparisons and questions and questions from them. JUST my hair colour makes me think so much so you can see that how much this thing have impacted me. Although simple, yet very scheming. I may seem the not-so-smart-from-YOU-ALL but i'm sure i understand the true meaning behind a simple question. hmm for example... "have you eaten?" ha-ha. scheming aint you. Trying to start a little conversation with me.
I may be being paronoid. EVEN if that was not the case. I still have this low-self esteem in me for not being so clever FROM YOUNG where constant comparision is the case. I swear i've been living in world where whenever the night before cny, i have nightmares about people pointing and mocking at me. People just can't stop comparing others against me. Maybe not compare but take somebody else as a role model, study hard like them. bloody shit balls. I dont give a damn. I dont go for class, i use up all my absent chances, i take MC's when i feel like it, i dont study but still go for the test, and sometimes i really dread studying. SO WHAT. I'm like that. Stop asking me to follow XXX to study, to go to university and stuff. I dont freaking give a damn. I love to skip classes and to not study. & my role model is... lets see. My role model is.. SOPHIA ANG. i strive to be as slack as her. AHHAHAHAHAH
& to add on, clever aint the proper term. It is BOOK SMART. YES. book smart and clever is 2 different things. ok. Somehow similiar, but if you think enough IT IS NOT.
Hate being compared to "cleverer" people. So what if they are clever. Does that make you cleverer? NO. it doesnt! keeping comments to yourself is however, VERY CLEVER.
Anyway, off topic, but i thought i had really forgotten. But it turns out i didnt and the your presence still kinda scares me. GOD KNOWS WHY.
Written @ 1:07 AM
