This is my still-under-construction new blog. :)

Hie

I am ending this chapter of my life and starting a new one. Huhuhuhu as if.

Just kidding there.

I've decided to stop blogging for awhile, either that or start a new one some where else far away from all of you huahuahua. In that case, find me if you can!

Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for the comments dear friends and reader(s). If I DO start a new blog, I'll post the link. =)


Toodaloooo.



p/s: I'm in Malaysia now, and I'll be working as an intern in KL near to Pavillion whooot, do ask me out for lunch if you happen to pass by k? Else I'll be eating bento boxes or bread alone in the office everday. =(

Maybe when I was far away from everything (and literally living a different life), I was capable of cheating myself into thinking that it doesn't bother me at all. that I am strong. that I really don't need to talk to anyone because I am absolutely capable of handling my own thoughts and rationalize things by myself. that I if I try really really hard and keep myself busy by living a fulfilling life I can do it -- forget what happened and what's going on and what's going to happen (and emotionally prepare myself for it).

but in fact, it's all a false impression. a lie i chose to hide myself in. a runaway from reality which at the end i still have to come back to.

and most importantly a false sense of comfort i (foolishly) let myself into believing.

i am hurt.

i've always been. right from that day. sometimes i really don't know what to do and how to cope. all the nights that i've kept myself covered under the quilt away from the cold, i really wished i was able to do the same towards my feelings. towards all the tears and guilt and most of all, towards the pain. yes, flush them all away. i really hate them.

and what sucks the most is the fact that i can't see a better way out from this problem of ours except... ... i'm pretty sure it doesn't have to be mentioned. i always wonder whether i'm the only one suffering so much. the only one tearing in the dark. the only one that's still holding on tightly and stubbornly insisting to find a better answer to all this even thought a part of me is almost entirely sure there isn't one. the only one feeling like shit and looking like one.

when people talk or ask about it I am always afraid to tell too much. Afraid to start thinking about the worst that could (and will) happen. And then I am afraid they will know, I don't even know why I should be. Maybe because if I do tell I know it will really really happen despite how much I dread but still know it is true only I chose to live in the dark. I know I can't be running anymore further. I know I've reached a dead end and there's no wall to climb. I know. I know.

Sometimes I hate how things reminds me of you. Like how ur name is so common and whenever I hear someone calling a different person with the same name or when the same name of a different spelling appear somewhere I instantly thought of you. when I see something you like or heard of the place you came from i get flashbacks of the times spent with you. when I see girls commenting/complementing on ur hair i question myself whether i used to be like them. silly as it may be it drove me crazy. i feel vulnerable when i think about you and saying that i felt miserable is just an understatement.

heck i don't even know what i've just wrote and why the hell did i blurt everything out. maybe i can no longer keep everything buried in that heart of mine. maybe i really am going to break down. maybe i really have to let it all out and finally make it clear to start with the healing process, if i ever will. maybe i really just lost it.

maybe i will delete this post after a few hours because i know i will regret being so exposed and this is definitely not me. i've always been able to keep everything to myself, something i know its nothing to be proud of still i can't help it sometimes because it makes me think i am independent and au fait. clearly im not, i now know that.

i hate to say this, but i think i still love you.

To think that I am actually free to do whatever I want.

Going back in 2 weeks time and I have yet: (!!!!!!!!!!)

1. Settle accommodation for next year. I don't wanna come back here homeless like I did this year and get bullied by stupid China guy again.
   
2. Figure out what to do with my internet/phone line, which is on a 2-years contract.
3. Figure out why blogger is ONLY displaying HTML mode when I want to post something after I upgraded my template. *edit* I am so blur la I changed the setting that's why, now I know *blush* -_-"
   
4. Figure out where to put all my stuffffffff. I need a storage!
5. Pack! Don't you just hateeeeee packing??
6. Bought belated birthday presents for so many people.
   
7. Where am I gona put my bed T_T How am I going to carry it away from here??
8. Book tours. Parents are coming this Friday!
9. Loose weight. Shit no one is going to say "YEE SHUANG WHY ARE YOU SO CHUBBY LIAO" when I come back ok?!?!?!? T_________T The other day my Indon friend just said that despite saying "You eat so much but you are still slim" 2 hours before I met him.
10. Figure out what to do with all the leftover food (sauces/noodles/snacks/baking ingredients)..
    

*Criesssss* I am really worried ok, this time I'm not even exaggerating with the over-used of exclamation mark.

Within 30 minutes...

Obasan.


I'm being a total jakun over the mini jars of marmalade jam.


The guys must be winning money in the casino right that moment!


Mini jars of Marmalade jam =)


Conquering Guess *dreaming*


2 of us were loitering around like lost sheeps >:(


<3


Er, I love this picture =]

(unrelated: As you can see, I am super super bored! It's a Saturday and I have nothing to do ><)


Legs and cute rug. @@"


Behold Alice in Wonderland...


...on a wall. -_-

P/s: The Chen's are going to a circus tomorrow... without me. T_T

Egg *yum yum chomp chomp* tarts!

What is one to do when one is seriously craving for Portuguese egg tarts and not even the Chinese egg tarts (yes it's different you fools) from the local bakery nor the angmoh-type custard tart can satisfied the craving?




Why...... one bake her own of course!





Who cares if they're not perfect? Who cares if the crust didn't turn out as flaky as the ones found in King's Confectionery? Who cares if they contain a dollop of calories?





I have my egg tarts. I am happy and I shall shut up. :)





On another note, sometimes I can't believe how clumsy I can actually be. The other day while decorating Erin's cuppycakes, I accidentally fumbled the bottle of cachos, lid uncapped. And in that split second, in between blinks, hundreds and millions of silvery balls, size of an ant (maybe smaller) went tumbling onto the flour, echoed by the familiar cling-clang sound as they came in contact with the floor then bounced a couple of times. The only thing I remembered doing was sitting on the same spot with a dropped jaw.

And then hor, when I was grabbing some mid-night snacks yesterday, the bottle of Parsley flakes fell from the cabinet as I tried to put back one of the tupperwares. "CLANG" was all I remember hearing before having a whole floor of greenish smelly herbs on the floor, staring back at me. Worst thing is, the bottle is made out of glass. The minute the surface of the bottle came in contact with the marbled table (plus momentum and other shits), bits of glass flew all over the kitchen.


>_< and at the end of the day, I am thankful having Mel's vacuum cleaner with me.





Sleepy again ah! Good night.

Nights like this, I will either be doing work with a cup of water and a bowl of whatever snacks I have in the kitchen to keep me awake, or procrastinating with a cup of water and a bowl of whatever snacks I have in the kitchen. And then there’s the on and off dozing-off and waking up with a numb feet, in a half-blur condition making my way to the kitchen to grab more food and water or the loo too let out those I drank earlier, maybe an occasional burp or so (you know how so much air accumulate in the stomach when you sleep leaning you head on crossed arms on the table). After that it is hours of facing the computer, either doing work or facebook-ing (Btw did I mention facebook is evil? I love it. Boo friendster.), then when it is once again bright outside, I will switch off the lights in the room, open-up the blinds, and feel the exhaustion of having my eyes forced open the whole night with snacks or coffee or anything alike.

I crawl under my quilt after setting the alarm to sound in 4 hours time.

Yeap ladies and gentlemen, and so ends the vicious cycle I’ve been going through for the past few weeks. God knows how much snacks, how many cups of coffee, and how many bottles of energy drink I have dump into my system throughout the whole NO-SLEEP marathon.

Tonight, right here, right this moment, I am astoundingly awake. Ironically it’s always the sight of assignments that triggers my sluggishness. Ahh, too much time to waste now. I’m done with assignments, it is not satisfactory but it is the best I can do, and despite that I am in that I-don’t-care-anymore mode. Just screw it?? I am not ready for that yet. All I know is I have done enough to pass and I am ready to feel disappointed when I see something lesser than a D when I get my scores back. I can live with it.

This is going to be a long post, well unless I get distracted half-way, or loose myself in a blend of scattered thoughts and mixed feeling of confusion and other undefinable emotion. I’m not surprise if the next minute I gave up writing and delete the whole block of text up there, it’s been happening a lot lately for reasons I have yet perceive. That or maybe I am just lazy to boost more brain juice than I have already consumed?

I now shamelessly confess that my mass has gone beyond the fearful 50kg and I can now complain that I am indeed, FAT. The 3kgs only came recently and happily joined the rest of weight like in… few days time? My diet comprises only sweet-tasting things and all the other food that says “this is going straight up to your ass” with the “You will surely fail to resist” sign lurking behind. Yah, boo me. I have no discipline and I fall prey easily. Somehow that momentary pleasure of sweetness seemed scream louder than the long-run effect, which in my case is a bigger bum, tummy, and face, proven when I find myself no longer able to fit into that pair of jeans I bought just 2 months ago. Brilliant eh? I can keep buying new jeans and keep growing inches of fats from my waist and have a collection of jeans in a whole size range!

Now to be more practical, I really do need some exercise. (Ash, here is where you force me to go gym-ing with you, by all means. Or maybe we can force each other :D) The love for food/baking/eating is currently not doing me any good. I have a friend who loves baking but she NEVER eats whatever she bakes. Sometimes she doesn’t even take a bite and straight away gives her baking to others. Now don’t you find it utterly weird? I personally think it beats the purpose of baking. It is like reading lines and lines in a chapter of a book and not having an imagery of the storyline going on in you head. Uh, enough about baking. The whole point of starting this post is to write and tell, maybe rant a little as well, in the most honest manner ever.

I am tired. Tired of what? I myself can’t tell. It’s not the tiredness of living that’s for sure. There’s so much more to life that has yet to be discovered, understood and lived. So much food out there which I can’t wait to get a taste of, so many to-do list that is waiting for the day it will be finally marked done, so many hairstyles to try, so many places to go, so many countdowns, celebrations and trips to be spent with the best crowd ever. But I want a break, from nothing. I just wait a break. How nice will it be if our lives run like one of those old cassette player, I can stop, forward, rewind when ever I want, and when I feel like taking a break, I can momentarily freeze my life with the pause button.

I know what I want now. The other day when I was making my 3 wishes and at the same time dreading that my bare make-up-less pimple-farm face (thank you assignments and stress) would be caught in multiple shots, what with 2 cameras aiming my way, I find myself profoundly lost with desires. I realize that at that moment there isn’t anything I truly madly desperately wanted. Now, I have finally figured out my life-long desire, which is… to be able to eat as much as I want and never ever gain weight. Now now anyone with me please raise their hands. I really don’t care if I sounded like a pig. Being able to eat is bliss. I am still going on a food galore when I go back to Malaysia, this time round I have 3 months. 3 months to do whatever I want. Then again I also know despite that there will be times where I find myself not knowing what to do because life is just too untied. But anyhow, no assignment for 3 whole months is enough reason to open a bottle of champagne, and I’m not even being sarcastic. Only few truly understood the amount of assignments we are chucked with throughout the 4 months of the semester, together with the complimentary stress, anxiety, pimples, wrinkles, sleep deprivation, and brain juice-squeezing. I swear everytime I look at myself in the mirror I notice how much I have aged.

Speaking of which, I may be a little late, but here’s a short recap of a series of events that happened as soon as the clock strikes 12 on the night of October 24th.

Needless to say, I was really touched. Thanks for making my first birthday overseas a great one guys. I really thought I would be celebrating the day with the last 3 assignments which is then due in 2 days time, instead the day is spent with my obasan, randomly following beast, satan and dolph to Papa Gino's, getting extra big scoops for that double cone of Mint, Cookies and *mystery* flavor Gelati, then dinner with the Helens and "daddy", what more could I have asked for?

Of course, to all who remembered to send your wishes whether it is be-earlied, on time, or belated, and not to forget my lovelies who dedicated a blog post for me, I really thankyou. I'm grateful to be in the presence of each and every one of you. I can be such a pain sometimes, I am aware, yet people still put up with all that. And frankly speaking, I even forgotten some of the important birthdates (I am still ashamed of myself), I really don't think I deserve all the nice things you guys have done for me.

There. Words are lost as I type.

Why must I always attempt to write stuff I know I will fail to put in words?

Forwarded mail.

Thought these might cheer some people up:

That's what I call smart avertising.

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3 more assignments, one due Thurs another 2 Fri.

I am STRESSSSSSSSED!
My cringing habit is coming back =(

Last day of uni and I just have to oversleep -_-

Reasons why I wish this semester doesn't end so soon:

1. Lecturers, they can be so cute sometimes they:
• Bake cookies for the class.
• Tell you that 'ketchup' and 'kicap' was derived from the same origin. Go wikipedia it yourself.
• Chit-chat with you all through the train ride home.
• Force the class to bring food for the end-of-semester mini farewell party.
• Buy Krispy Kremes for the students.
• Look cute. *blush*
2. I will definitely miss hanging out with the few uni mates I got closer to this sem.
3. Loitering around coffee hq with Melissa and Isya, my moms :P
4. It's the last day I see some of my newly known friends because some of them are graduating and other's won't be taking the same subject as me.

Reasons why I'm happy today is the last day of semester 2.

1. After I handed in my last assignment of this semester I will finally get a looooong looong break!
2. Don't have to wake up at ungodly hours and take long train rides to uni.
   
3. Going back soon! See you guys in a exactly a month's time.
   
4. Christmas is coming =D
5. I want to go shopping.
   
6. Finally able to hit some doze, but that's AFTER all the assignments are done.

4 more assignments left, 2 due coming Monday, 2 coming Friday.

I am very sleepy lar.

I'm a lazy person.

It's been awhile since I cook a proper meal. After months of eating outside food, finally, I'm starting to get sick of all the preservatives and heavy flavoring. I've come to a point where, I start wandering around wondering what to eat because I don't feel like any of the food I can get nearby or in the city! Well, that's for those I can takeaway anyway, which doesn't leave me with alot of alternatives.

Why don't I cook? Hmm, for starters I find cooking for one too troublesome, what with preparing the ingredients, cutting chopping washing etc. The portion just doesn't seem be to worth of all the trouble, not to mention time. And then I always have this feeling that its not enjoyable if I'm only cooking for myself, and usually I don't care what I put into the pan as long as it's quick and edible. Even if I do cook I don't enjoy eating, cuz unless the hsemate is home I usually eat alone, and it always reminds me of the sounds and noises I hear at home. I miss that, and it's not until I live in the absence of my family that I start to appreciate little details like that.

The other reason that stopped me from cooking at home would be those evil uni work. Basically each and every night besides the weekends, I have to work on my given assignment and present it in class the next day. So mana ada mood nak cook I ask you? I have classes from Tues till Fri 4 subjects all in all so can you imagine how much impact uni work has on my life?

Anyway, I'm getting side-tracked here. This post is suppose to be about me finally deciding to cook a decent meal or, Alfredo sauce with chicken breast chunks served over spaghetti to be exact.

Well, it's not decent decent, and abit too cheesy for my liking (since the dominant ingredient is Parmesan) but at least there's no frozen/pre-made/pre-cooked components in it and it's not those canned pasta sauce available in hypermarkets.

(How is this for a start Mic? I will try not to eat cookies all day =P)

I wonder if tomorrow I can still fight that urge to take-away on the way back from uni hehehe.




Oh and not to forget, desert =D

I bought some bananas a couple of days ago and they became ripe before I could finish all. I didn't wanna waste it so... I turned them into cupcakes! =D

Ok, last time before I hand in all my assignments next week, I promise. :S

Dreams.

So fracture yet unreal. The instance I gain conciousness, I realize immediately whatever I thought happened didn't actually took place.

In that instance of transition from, my mind runs through numerous thoughts.

Sometimes I am relieved my dream wasn't a real-life event.
Sometimes I wish it was.
Sometimes I wonder what if it was.
Sometimes I wonder why would I have dreamt of that at the first place.
Sometimes I wonder if the dream is supposed to mean something.
Sometimes I wonder if I just go back to sleep will my dream continue.


I usually forget my dreams after awhile, even the momentous ones. But then again, there's some things you just wouldn't forget that easily. Being hunted down, running for my life so dearly I can even feel the sweat running down my neck and my heart thumping so vigorously as if it's about fall out from my chest. That tension. The dream may be unreal but the anxiety can never be more genuine. And then in this other dream, I was dating this other classmate of mine, I was cheating. That was one dream I never told anyone because I was ashamed of it. I still am. God knows why did he appear in my surreal world for I do not have feelings for him at all. Then of course, dreams of me finally going back to Malaysia. I don't feel homesick anymore, but that doesn't mean I don't miss home. Just yesterday (or was it today), I dreamt of the total opposite of that.

My parents are no longer coming to Aussie. I was back in Malaysia and forbidden to go out, I had a baby brother and my parents gave so much attention to him they almost abandoned this daughter, my imaginary lil brother doesn't recognize me as I've been away for so long and it tears me. My friends didn't contact me even after a week I'm back and I stayed home everyday looking at my piano.

Bizarre? It sure didn't seem so when I was there in that imaginary world I made in my sleep. Dreams like these haunts me, even after I regain full conciousness. It's fake, I know that, but still, it doesn't stop my mind running through the possibilities it would happen, and then I get paranoid for nothing. But then again, how can I be so sure?

Dreams are supposed to be fake, right?

That's it!

NO MORE BAKING.

Not until I loose everything I gained throughout the past week. (which is probably never gona happen sigh)

Seeing the reading on the weighting scale go up every 2 days isn't a pleasant thing at all, what more eating without control and beyond my limit almost everyday.

I happy... I bake.
I stress... I bake.
I angry... I bake.
I sad... I bake more.


Why why why!!

NVM the baking, the eating part is real damage causer. Frankly speaking my baking has improved a fair bit after all the attempts and gained-experience. Every single time after I took out whatever I put into the oven I will be damn happy and start eating up everything.

I am not complaining because I gained weight, I'm actually more worried about my compulsive eating. Past few days I've been eating more than my tummy can take until I can now notice how much my stomach has expanded. Worst is today when I don't even feel full after 2 hours of hotpot!

I know the reason behind this, but why can't I just stop doing so much damage to myself?

Like today, I dared myself to splurge on a handbag. I have never bought myself a bag more than RM70 yess I am that kiam siap. And even if something catch my attention I will still walk away if the price is considered unreasonable for me. This is how I was brought up, only buying things that are essential and useful. Some people call it kiam siap, but to me it's being thrifty. Today was an exception, I don't know why the hell did I buy that bag. Of course, I needed a new bag, but it's not an emergency and I didn't even look at it for more than 15 mins before deciding to own it.

I walked out of the store, unable to believe I just did it. I dared myself to buy something out of my budget and I did it, and I didn't even bothered to convert. I was not particularly happy. It was more of a shock of my own rebelliousness. At the moment, I know I really need to start doing some repair. If I don't deal with the real problem that lies behind the problem nothing I do is gona make me feel better.

If someone were to ask me how am I doing lately, and if I choose to be honest, the answer would be not too good. Except that's not the case most of the time. I much rather say oh I'm fine how bout you rather than put myself in a situation where I'm being asked numerous questions. It's hard okay? I can't put my thoughts in words now. All I know is my life is on the downward sloping part of a concaving graph.

I wish I can work and concentrate on assignments to get my mind off things. I wish feelings doesn't dominate my actions and behavior. If only that didn't happen I wouldn't have to wish for all these. Yeah IF only.......




Helen's right. I need to focus, at least get through the last few projects before dealing with my life.



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On another note, today I revisited those stall holders I took photos of and gave them each a copy of their photo. I didn't manage to find all of them as there were too many stalls and sellers and I got kinda lost. I also realize I'm really bad with faces, especially when it comes to westerners. But never mind, I'll go back again next week, maybe some of them weren't there today.

What can I say, it was a wonderful experience and it was one I never thought I would've ever get the chance to encounter. It's something I uniquely own and I'm proud of, something that makes studying here different and worthwhile.

She wasn't with her baby, unlike the last time I went. She was alone at the stall, but still as friendly.

He was gona stick the picture on the door of the freezer.

He looked kinda grumpy in the picture, but as soon as I saw that smile, I realize how people are always misunderstood by their appearance.

"Come back with the picture and I will give you a surprise." I remember him telling me that last time. And I did, because I promised him I would. He took a bottle of white wine from the table and wrapped it for me, I told him it's alright, that's the least I can do. He replied me: "You don't want to make an old man mad..." and insisted I take that bottle.

She gave me Churros. Yum yum.

She's still as humble as the last time.

He gave me a friendly gesture and asked if I would like to sit down. He said the missus went away for awhile but she would be glad to see the picture.

They weren't at the shop today, but the woman behind the counter promised to pass it on my behalf. Btw I love everything in that shop.

The woman on the left told me the man on the middle just left his job. She said the picture would mean alot to him and that she will mail it to him.

A print only cost me 25 cents, but the smiles on their faces and the shock of seeing their picture printed and given back, priceless. Heck I think they even lighten my day more than I did to them.

It's funny how one can be satisfied just by making others happy. To me, it doesn't matter that they're strangers that would probably not recognize me the next time we cross paths. One day I will look back at the pictures and, if my memory allows, remember the story behind it, and perhaps a particular conversation that took place at a particular place and time.




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It's impossible not to think about us.

Another cupcake entry.

I must blog about this because I finally made a batch of cupcakes which I'm satisfied of! Well, it's good enough to lighten me up anyway.

This recipe is almost fail-proof. The ingredients are easy to find, only requires simple preparation, and best of all, it tasted yum yumm yummmmy! :9

White Chocolate Cupcake

125g butter
80g white cooking chocolate, chopped
1 cup (220g)caster sugar
1/2 (125 ml) cup milk
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 cup (75g) plain flour
1/2 cup (75g) self-raising flour
1/2 teaspoon coconut essence
1 egg

1. Preheat oven to 170˚C (150˚C fan forced).
2. Combine butter, choc, sugar, milk in small saucepan.
3. Stir over low heat till smooth.
4. Transfer into bowl and cool for 15 minutes.
5. After that, whisk in both flours, baking powder, essence, and egg.
6. Pour into cupcake cases till 2/3 full. (It will expand)
7. Bake about 25-30 minutes for medium size cupcakes, until skewer inserted comes out clean.

* Sugar can be reduced according to preference. I only used 3/4 cups.
* I used vanilla essence instead of coconut, turns out yumm.



Seeing how the batter expand in each cupcake case, having that fresh-off-the-oven aroma all over the kitchen, icing the tops with pink hearts... I found that little happiness that's been absent in life lately.

Ok, I guess this marks the launching of Project Get-Fat.

Stole a tag

Because I am very mou liu,

Because I am procrastinating (at the worst time EVER),

Because my MSN is not on because I am feeling anti-social whatiswrongwithme,

Because I am experiencing brain-jam, actually no, my brain is experiencing a drought I cannot generate anymore ideas/thoughts (for the 48267th time T______T) now how to so assignment??!!

Because I have decided not to sleep tonight don't ask me why,

Because I have a lot on my mind right now and need to divert my attention before I go KABOOM,

Because I am in that don't-feel-like-doing-anything-n-everything-but-must-do-something mood,











I stole a tag from someone else's blog. *shame*





Ok before anyone can say anything i will get done with it hmmph no one can stop me!



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Here goes...


(oh and I forgot to specify that it's a picture tag. =P)



The most recent picture of you:


sorry too big hahaha.

When was this taken?
last week, I haven't been taking pictures since.

Who took it?
my evil twin.

Where was it taken?
on my bed which is obviously in my room.


A picture of you making a peace sign:


The most recent.


This picture reminds me of how my face has suffered from dirty-pinching-hands everyday for 2 whole years -_-


pictorial proof hmmph!


I miss you my sa poh

Is this picture in color?
Yes they ALL are. (I am aware I posted 2 extra picture)

Are your nails painted in the picture?
The 2nd pic yes. (I don't remember so I'm only telling from the pictures)

A picture of you with a friend:


My imaginary friends wtf.


I really miss it, no kidding this time.


Ok la, seriously...


After Jogoya.


Sg Wang buddy


The only single ones left on that trip lol


A bunch of crazy people...


Who doesn't mind my spontaneousness (I wanted Ramli Burger at 1am when we were gona go back from AC)


Meh, I have many friends can anot!

Actually I posted so many because I miss them all right here right now...



A picture of you in a weird/random place:



Where were you?
Port Dickson, I was so afraid I might trip and fall off the bridge.

Who took the picture?
Sa Poh =)


A picture of you in black and white:



Did you edit this picture to black and white or did you take it like that?
Took it like that (Remember our Starbucks moments girls?)

Do you like blackandwhite or color pictures better?
I like both, depending on the subject matter.


A picture of you with your hair up:


That's a Secret Recipe cake he's smudging on my face man!

Do you like your hair up?
No, it shows how big my face actually is.

Is it in a ponytail, pigtails, etc.?
Pony.


A picture of you with a WEIRD face:

Plenty =(


This is what happens to someone who hasn't had Ramli Burger for 4 months.


Nevermind because everyone else looks weirder :D! (except Satan hmmph outcast)


I like to whine.


NEVER, am I ever going to pout in pictures again, EVER.


Is your face more funny or just straight up scary?


After looking at this picture, WHAT DO YOU THINK LE???

*sads*


A picture of you wearing a black colored shirt:


Skirt. shirt. Whatever this is the first pic I found lazy to look anymore.


A picture of you wearing a green colored shirt:


hang fook-nya :D (The shirt Army Green in color)


Coroboree *i miss college*


A picture of you with your halloween costume:


This is the only thing I've ever worn which falls into the category of costume.

Unless the Girl Guides Uniform counts haha!


A picture of you with your mouth open:




Why is your mouth open?
To catch flies wtf.

It was a candid shot of us laughing. I like it alot.


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Because being sarcastic is the only way I can keep myself conscious now =(,

Because I need some excuses for what I am doing though I don't even know why I'm doing this...


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Wait... so now do I tag someone to do it as well???

Tag oni lah:

Those who appeared in the pictures, including
Tsae Yun
Suk Hui
JAC (means you MUST do!)
Ash
Pui Mun

The baking obsession continues.. -_-

-AaroNKoK- says: (5:56:19 PM)
u make me wan to eat ur cookies
◦ ●~ShůαnĠ~● ◦ (｡◕_◕｡) says: (5:57:36 PM)
really anot
◦ ●~ShůαnĠ~● ◦ (｡◕_◕｡) says: (5:57:41 PM)
i made muffins again lol
◦ ●~ShůαnĠ~● ◦ (｡◕_◕｡) says: (5:57:43 PM)
i tell u
◦ ●~ShůαnĠ~● ◦ (｡◕_◕｡) says: (5:57:50 PM)
I WILL REALLY GET FAT!!!1
-AaroNKoK- says: (5:59:01 PM)
be careful lorh
-AaroNKoK- says: (5:59:07 PM)
poh lian read ur blog
-AaroNKoK- says: (5:59:12 PM)
and she so wanted to bake now
-AaroNKoK- says: (5:59:29 PM)
and she stuff me with bunch of jelly yesterday as a beginning
◦ ●~ShůαnĠ~● ◦ (｡◕_◕｡) says: (5:59:35 PM)
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA
-AaroNKoK- says: (5:59:35 PM)
U WILL REALLY MAKE ME FAT!!
-AaroNKoK- says: (5:59:43 PM)
hate u




...and indeed, I did bake again wheeee~




I realize I bake when I'm pissed off.

and I'm likely to fail in whatever I attempt to bake when I'm pissed off... =( hence the inedible cheesecake muffin in the bin yesterday boo hoooooo...

I was very unsatisfied,

and I just HAD to do something about it :D

This recipe is a lil tricky for beginners like me (it didn't come out perfect as the middle part sank in slightly). Either that or it needs some alteration though I doubt cuz I got it straight from a book. Anyhow, feel free to try it, hope to hear some feedbacks soon :D

Cookies 'n' Cream Cupcakes
(makes about 15)

250g plain flour
2 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
125g butter
200g sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla extract
180ml single cream (it's just cream)
115g Oreo, coarsely crushed (One pkt minus 4)

1. Preheat oven to ˚C.
2. Mix together flour, baking powder, salt.
3. Cream butter & sugar. Add in eggs, followed by vanilla. Alternately add flour mixture & cream. Beat till batter is smooth, but be careful not to over-beat. Fold in crushed Oreo.
4. Spoon mixture into cupcake cases till 2/3 full. Bake for 20 – 25 minutes or until skewer comes out clean (just use a tooth pick to poke it, if it comes out clean, then it's done!).

* I topped each with a dab of melted white chocolate and a mini cookie. :P

So much for staying home to do assignments... =( *RAWR*