Grotesque

With each plastic container that I put aside, I cursed myself more and more. What am I doing? My hands moved on their own, rummaging through the dark cupboard, looking for a transparent box that isn't too big, nor small.

Why am I even doing this?

...

I had just finish making sushi. It's been a while, but tonight's sushi turned out to be just a little less than perfect. Same old, same old-- kyuuri, tamago, Chinese sausage as the filling. I love cucumbers.

Is this love?

No.

Deep down inside, there's a boiling pool of jealousy, the volcano kept dormant only by the ugly self-righteous conscience that tells me otherwise, the socially induced morals that determines what's right and what's not.

"Let it go..." it warbled beside my ears.

Then, as a smile hung on my face, my heart was blaming me for everything that I was doing. I didn't want to do it. But, I badly wanted to do it.

I wanted to give her my homemade bento.
Was it a smile of happiness? Or was it a sombre curve that formed on my lips due to days and days and days of being close to her, only to see from a third person's perspective that she is indeed loved by everyone else, even those who I call best... Friends?

History repeats itself.

It's as if she's stealing from me again.

I shake the thought away. No... Her being accepted, liked by the majority of us, is because of her easy-going nature. I, being alienated, being neglected, is because of my own detachment.

Is it all true though? That I am in this state because she's loved by everyone? Is this jealousy, or merely my own hatred towards myself for also loving her?

Yes.

Indeed.

I hate myself for loving someone that I've always been fond of, but for a short while, was all that I was disgusted by.

This is a perverse kind of friendship. Distorted by the lines of kindness, jealousy, love, and melancholy. I laugh with her, sit with her, touch her, and care for her, with a heart no less than pure, a soul no less than grotesque.

This is a different sort of love.

Her happiness brings me pain, and how I wish to see her cry, but it hurts me too, when she is truly down, though in the depths of my heart, those tears, bring  enlightenment and utter joy.

At this, I don't know whether to laugh, or to cry.

Happy birthday.

When I was Cutting...?

An apology was made to each lifeless piece as they were beheaded. Cold, and gray, they didn't squirm when  my bare hands wrapped around their heads as my thumb pressed hard against the segment which connected their too large heads to the slightly curved bodies, severing the bond between the two parts with a pull of little force.

I shut my eyes every time I heard a damply crisp sound of heads being torn apart. My hands were shaking and I was repeating the words "I'm sorry" over and over again, my voice in a slight tremble. With each pull, something oozes out onto my fingers, making me feel the ridiculous guilt of hurting prawns that have already no life.

They were dead anyway, so why did it matter? It's not as if they could feel the pain of being viciously torn apart-- even if they did, it was done in an instant so not much pain would be felt.

A thin strand of intestines--gooey and filled with undigested substances-- bounced against my skin as I removed them like pulling on a weak semi-elastic string. I had to strip the creatures of their protective skeleton, using the help of a blunt knife to make a fine opening in the flesh before I could reach the digestive tract.

Peeling them one by one, my thoughts shifted to the possibility of a parallel universe where at the exact moment, there was a shrimp standing in the kitchen and skinning a human being in preparation for lunch.

I look at the limp creature in my hand.

It was born for this. To be killed, to be peeled, to be eaten. Bred in a farm in town, probably.

Ah... How unfair is life? It had no freedom of its own, coming into this world only to live a short meaningless life in a pond with a million of others who share the same fate.

Perhaps it was from the deep blue sea? If so, it was a waste that it got caught in the fisherman's net.

There was a rhythm to when the knife hit against board. With one hand, I move the knife in a steady beat, while my free hand shoves the cut segments of purple bulbs into the man-powered chops. Since when did my cutting improve? It used to take me minutes to finely chop onions-- or anything for that matter.

Onions.

I've never once shed tears for this purple bulb of tantalizing sweetness that owns a rather feisty personality. Layers upon layers, I never got how people stung their eyes because of those smooth skins.

I seem to be enjoying myself, making a mess of the kitchen as I go. I take forever to cook as I enjoy every moment I spend preparing, thinking as I peel, dice or stir.

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I would love to write more, but after I gobbled down my spaghetti, I seemed to have forgotten everything I wanted to write, the things that went through my mind as I observed my own actions.

I'm going to be late for my movie if I don't hit the showers! I smell like seafood at the moment!




P.s. Gonna bake cookies when I come home later~

Something's Missing

Looking at this dark brown marinade in front of me, I can't help but feel that something's missing. Did I put enough rock sugar in it? Or did I added too much soy sauce into my mixture? Is the mirin too little?Something's missing, but I don't know what.

An oriental soup spoon rests in the middle of my glass bowl, a little bit of teriyaki sauce flooding its center. It reminds me of the cough syrup Lisa poured down my throat hours ago. Brown, dilute and seemingly unpleasant.

Something's missing.

I'm not talking about my teriyaki sauce anymore. Even in me, my world, something's missing.

Relationships, a gap in them.

The stitches of the finest surgeon is surely flawed as well; the miniscule gaps between the thread and the wound still exists no matter which doctor holds the needle. It feels as if it's perfectly pulled together, but we all know that it's not. Then again, who are we to complain? At least our hearts are still beating.

What was my point in the last paragraph, you ask? Well, I'm not sure if I can explain it either since if I could, I wouldn't have used the surgeon, thread and wound metaphorically. Hah. Don't want to or can't? Honestly? I'm just too tired to explain.

I'm like this I guess, drawing comparisons between things that seem ridiculously impossible to be related to; put together.

I'll try my best to explain, despite being only half awake, with bacon still left to marinade.

The surgeon would suggest a person who is by my side right now. The wound would be my world, the phantom gaps are the missing things I feel but can't seem to grasp. But I can't complain about it, can I? Compensation-- this is as good as it's going to get.

Time to put the bacon in my marinade, wrap the bowl, keep it in the fridge and go to sleep.

In a few hours time, I'll be sitting on this very same chair, preparing my bento for a dreadful day of school.

Cereal at Night

Cereal at night, only three words can be said: BEST FEELING EVER.

I go downstairs, rummage the utensils box and dug out my favourite cereal spoon. You might laugh hard at it when you see it. It's a white plastic spoon, yellowed due to the years it's been hiding in the drawer; even the pink angel printed on it is losing its charm-- whatever, it's still my favourite cereal spoon.

Then, I search the stacks of plates, bowls, containers and basins that's in a hodgepodge of a mess on top of the kitchen counter, trying to find my Winnie the Pooh bowl; desperately. How can one have cereal with their favorite spoon but not their beloved bowl!? I gave up searching for it and took a substitute out of the cupboard-- my second favorite bowl, a highly-breakable cream coloured cereal bowl.

The empty fridge greeted me.

Empty. Empty as in there's nothing I like inside. If anything, our decade old fridge is everything but empty. Packets of unused McDonald's chili sauced stuffed between the empty egg holder, sugar cubes in a poorly wrapped package at the bottom with an almost empty bottle of mayo shoved between a new bottle of ketchup, hardened oyster sauce and some Thai chili sauce that seemed to have been there since the dawn of time. Is that a bottle of vinegar? Bags and bags of wrapped up nonsense blocked the orange light at the back of the fridge. What in the world are in these bags? They have been there longer than that bottle of Thai chili sauce! It'd be too much of a pain to clear them out now, besides, I see my box of cereal and that horrible carton of milk already. They are up front, I really didn't have to look. The mystery of those wrapped up bags remains.

The sound of cereal against the bowl. Relaxing. I never want it to stop. But if I don't stop pouring, they'll fall out of the bowl, roll onto the floor and get stepped on. No, I wouldn't want that to happen! Goodbye, sounds of mini balls filling up an empty bowl!

I take one piece and put it in my mouth. Crunchy. As my teeth crushed that one little ball, I sensed a burst of flavour. Mm... Wheat... I love the taste of wheat. It reminds me of Oishi brand genmai green tea that I would always drink in Thailand and somehow, that taste brings me to an open field at sunset with storks bathing in the muddy water. Of course, once that taste is gone, I stop reminiscing. 

I take a spoonful and shove it into my mouth. Shit, that's too much! Om nom nom nom... My mouth was dry, and as the chewed cereal went down my throat, my oesophagus had a hard time contracting its muscles; peristalsis almost hurt. Finally, I swallowed the ball of crushed chocolate pieces.

Time for the milk to invade my peaceful kingdom of chocolate pieces.

I dislike milk ever since a few years ago when the smell of it made me vomit all over the floor. It was only recently that I've come to accept milk back into my diet. This white, creamy liquid, it's as if I could still smell that farm and cows of Dutch Lady when I open the lid. It makes me sick. But alas, what's the enjoyment of having cereal without milk? This deadly combination is my guilty pleasure in the dead of the night.

I let a piece of cereal slide onto my spoon, then carefully, I let the milk fill up whatever space that's left. I raise it to my lips. One lick of the milk, using the tip of my tongue like a cat. It's time to feed myself properly-- not quite. I like to taste the milk and cereal individually first, thus the reason why there's only a piece floating in my spoonful of milk. Before the innocent white of the milk gets contaminated by the chocolate, I'd like to feel its blandness on my tongue and that indescribable taste which I loathe yet at the same time, it soothes me. 

Time to feed myself properly, like a human being, like a seventeen-year-old highschool student.

I look over at Sarah who took a bowl and sat down beside me. I told her how I like to eat my cereal. She stared at me incredulously and I started laughing. "You're the only abnormal one around here!" and she left me there, alone under the creaking ceiling fan and dull lights.

Working

It's finally break time!

After five hours of abusing my poor long legs, I finally get to sit down! The sole of my feet hurt so much that they're begging me to go home-- just forget about the other three hours and go home!

I don't exactly have a job. I'm just filling in for a friend today, since she's busy with something. I'm promoting Schwarzkopf products at Aeon, so if you read this post before 9pm tonight, make sure to come visit me! Buy from me too, if you're in need of shampoo.

It's dreadful, standing there and smelling the scent of all the shampoos mixed together. I almost stole some Panadol from the health section because all the shampoos were giving me a big headache!

After five hours, yours truly still haven't sold anything. Yep. I suck at this job.

People treat me like I'm some kind of threat. They walk away almost immediately with their fastest possible speed after I ask them if they needed help. Do I look like a person who would rape you in a mall, at the shampoo section? Sheesh.

Just when I thought I'd sell my first product, the guy turned out to be bald.

A bald Indian man asked me which hair dye suited him best... I was looking at his hairless head and thinking what the hell, does he not realise he's bald?

How would you handle a situation like that? I couldn't tell him he had no hair... He might throw boxes of dye at me...

It's my first time eating at Wing Zone. Not bad. Although, the sandwich is a bit big for this tiny mouth of mine... Ah well everything's big to my tiny mouth! It's just the size of an unstretched rubber band. And no, it won't get any wider.

I wish Oporto would consider opening up a franchise here in Malaysia... Sigh... I miss their fries more than their burgers!

The waitress just refilled my iced tea but sadly, I'm bloated and almost late for work!

I hope my friends come look for me later... I'd be sad if nobody comes, because it'd show that I'm not loved enough T.T

Macadamia's Food Preference

Wow, it has been more than a month already since I brought Macadamia home, but it sure feels lesser than that! Time sure flies, doesn't it? I wonder when time started moving so fast. The hours seem long, but the days pass by just like that, leaving me wondering about what I had done during those empty times a fortnight later... ANYWAY, let's get back to the topic. 

Ah, Macadamia, my shitty-prickly-lazy-grumpy pet hedgehog. I try to introduce fruits and veges to her whenever I can, so far, I've found that she dislikes fruits. However, there was this one time when she drank my orange juice straight from my cup. I don't know if she liked it or not, but she doesn't usually go near things she dislikes. I think Macadamia only likes fruity drinks. I prepared grape-flavored Vitagen and a real grape one evening and put them right in her face. She only went for the Vitagen and not the real fruit itself. Hmph. Sadly, she dislikes my favorite fruit, the watermelon, but LOVES my most loathed food of all times, the hard-boiled egg. She gobbles down the yolk like there's no tomorrow! And the yolk is the one thing that I would never ever put in my mouth! ACKK!

Today, I've discovered that Macadamia likes KFC's coleslaw! I didn't intentionally feed her the finger lickin' good leftovers, she was the one who sniffed around and started licking the plastic cup. I was watching Brave in my room and I left my food on the floor. I didn't think that she'd like KFC =-= 

I had my phone beside me so I took a few pictures~

I'm not sure if it's good for my pet or not, but I trust her instincts. Haha. I trust that she knows what's good for her and what's not.

My room smells of hedgehog food and hedgehog =-= Pardon the smell when you guys come and visit, kay? Haha, I hope that this will stop my mom from letting relatives sleep in my room! MUAHAHAHAHA!

To tell you the truth, I wasn't in the mood for blogging. I just wanted to share something about Macadamia. 

Goodnight.

Mashed Potato... FAIL

Now that the stupid trials for stupid PMR is almost here, tuitions are cancelled. While they expect us to study on our free days, I use my time to laze around and cook something I feel like cooking.

Today, I finally got my lazy butt up and made mashed potato.

It was... Not much of a failure, but it wasn't very successful either.

The potatoes were smooth and golden, like ice-cream... But... When it came to the gravy... DISASTER...

I thought it would be easy. You know... Oil, flour, water, salt, and stir... Oh well, like always, I didn't bother to measure properly how much to use, and the gravy turned out all... Floury... You could still see some chunks of flour sticking out here and there. My maid suggested that I add in STARCH FLOUR... To make it all sticky and stuff, and so I did. Although it LOOKED nice, it certainly did NOT taste the way it looked. Desperate to make the tasteless son of a bitch have some taste, I just grabbed a spoonful of salt from cupboard and threw in HALF the salt. Stirred it for a minute, and another taste... PUUUIIIK! SALTY SON OF A BITCH! After that... I gave up and added the gravy to the lovely mashed potato.

Once I mixed the potatoes and the gravy together, it turned out okay. The sweet sweet potato, with black pepper, basil and parsley, haa... I think I forgot how the gravy tasted. Mm hmm~

Okay... I cannot be a chef next time. And... Oh boy... I think I can't cook for my children either! AHHHH! What if they get food poisoning? O_O

Oh well...

Not to say that I suck, I'm better at cooking than most people xD and of course, I can confidently say that my cooking is better than my mathematics. Uhuhu.

My God... I have had enough potatoes for a week, even though I didn't finish what I made, I'm already stuffed. The power of potatoes. Potatoes are great for diets, mm hmm, starch doesn't digest easily, your tummmy can have a work out when digesting. Ehehehe.

My maid must be torturing me on purpose, she just told me that she is gonna cook POTATO SOUP for lunch tomorrow. Grr... I'll eat out...

I'll be making pasta next round. Hees, and that will be my second time~ First time making spaghetti was a success! YES!

I used to hate pasta, but now, I just feel like having it everyday. I can't wait to taste the tomatoes~







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I... WANT TO BECOME A FARMER

Thanks to Chinese class, I am inspired yet again. I think I LOVE my Chinese textbook, LOL, so many interesting stories. Too bad... I can't understand them on my own =_=

第二十二课，向神农致敬。By 何乃健。

I really wanna become a farmer. Hmm, without those skinny people who plants paddy and harvests them... We'd all starve to death.

A ball of cabbage is only worth twenty cents. The rest of the money we pay goes to the person selling you cabbage~ How sad. 这是什么世界阿?!

Farmers should get paid more. I pity them, and my future self.

Lawyers and CEOs should earn less money. All they do is sit inside an air-conditioned room and watch porn while pretending to look at the papers which need to be signed. SO WHAT IF THEY GROW GRAY HAIR AND HAVE WRINKLES?! They go for facials, spas and they eat good food. $50,000 a month, maybe more.

BUT FARMERS?!

Working all day, UNDER THE HOT SUN, bending their backs, blood sucked by leeches. More gray hair, more wrinkles, and they are just skin and bones. They don't go for spas, they sometimes eat field mice. Less than $1000 a month.

 这是什么世界阿?!

I will marry a 90-year-old billionaire. After a year of NOT sharing a room with him, I'd give him a heart attack. Then when he sleeps in the ground, I'll inherit his fortune. I get the mansion and the maids all to myself. MUAHAHAHAHA. Then, I will use the overly large piece of land to PLANT crops. I will build a nice hut for each of the farmers I hire, and provide them food, drinks, clothes... Condoms...? =_=  Everyone would be happy. I'd be a widowed 30-year-old, with a farm mansion =_= I can always remarry to Zongxu xD not that I'd want to.

Anyway...

I hope that ALL the farmers worldwide will go on strike. Refusing to plant and harvest or whatever. Keeping themselves alive instead of feeding the useless society. Make us APPRECIATE FARMERS and DON'T WASTE FOOD. Who says that only useless people become farmers? Huh? If they are so useless, don't let me see you eat rice, or vege.

That's it for now.

I WANT TO BECOME A FARMER

掌管食物之神被刺杀了之后，从他的头部长出蚕虫，从他的眼瞳长出了稻谷，从耳长出高粱，鼻子长出红豆，生殖器官长出小麦，臀部长出大豆来。

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听了日本古代农民说的故事你是不是有一点不想吃了。。。？

沾满鲜血的馒头，
人的自私与丑陋，
人和社会的失败。

这是什么世界啊？！

Reicheru is... on... DIET?! O_O

Everyday people would ask Reicheru "Hey, when will you go on diet?" and she'd just shrug and roll her eyes telling them that she could care less. But recently, Reicheru has been thinking about GOING ON A DIET, and she is dead serious about it. WOW. What the hell happened to her?!

Ah... It all started with Skype.

After so many stupid updates, she downloaded Skype on her Vista again... DING~ it works. Video calling and voice calling for the past few days. Having such a tiny boyfriend, who is only skin and bones, Reicheru can't possibly BE together with him when she is... Plumpy, and chubby. She just felt... Depressed, and decided to go on ad diet. Fatless boyfriend doesn't mind Reicheru being chubby, because he says that she's cute and cuddly that way, and he loves her just as she is~ but, Reicheru still insists that she slims down, if she does, EVERYBODY will be happy. 

Reicheru says "I'll be able to wear a bikini now~" +_+

Exam week for Reicheru, although it is just a three-day thing, she still has to study for history and geography. She looks at the timetable and tells herself "Bleh, nothing worth reading, I'll get better grades than those who actually study anyways" but when she looks at the papers, she'll be like WTF?! I SHOULD HAVE STUDIED! 

After the first day of the test, which is today, Reicheru feels like she will fail maths... AGAIN. This time, maybe she'll even fail moral and civic. Out of the 20 questions for civic, she only knew the answer to 2 questions, she's a failed Chinese, she realized then that she knew NOTHING about the Chinese tradition and bad fortune... So much for being yellow...

After buying wholewheat crackers, breads, and buns, she went for oatmeal biscuits and 0% percent fat yogurt drinks. Poor Reicheru, she knows nothing about BEING HEALTHY, so she just bought what she thought was healthy. She could gain more weight if she does this wrong... Ahh, let's all pray for the chubby girl.

I wonder if anyone else noticed, but... Haven't Reicheru changed... A LOT...?

I guess it's true what they say, love changes a person...

Reicheru... Is into girly stuff now. She even applied BLACK nail polish on her toenails. The girly Reicheru is in LOVE with dresses, and she's just looking for more to buy. 

This... This... This... This... Person... I don't even know who she is anymore. She isn't everything she thought she was after all. In fact, she IS everything she thought she ISN'T... or... WASN'T... But, good thing though, she still doesn't like being in pictures or cam-whoring, and she's not a self-portrait slut. I guess there's some part of Reicheru left.

The transformed Reicheru is currently busy with the health thing, and her studies. Yes. Reicheru actually studies now... For... 15 minutes then she gives up and does something else =_=

Reicheru, Reicheru, Reicheru... Just... Who are you...?

Datu Patinggi Abang Haji Abdillah bin Datu Pattinggi Haji Mohammad Kassim... 

WTF?! Is that your name + your dad's name + your mum's name??? Your freaking name is longer than all my three children's added up together! And... If I have to write your name out tomorrow for history... I WILL SO KILL TENGKU! I don't even know Najib's full name. Heck, I played manguli with him before I was born. 

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The Holidays Are... OVER?!

What the... One month already? Are you kidding me? A MONTH? Passed just like that? What did I do again...? Yeah, that's right, I slept. For almost a month. Well... It was boring anyway...

Christmas is over. Damn boring. Way to show the holiday spirit. Are Sitiawan people dead, or something? Empty streets, NO DECORATIONS? Why ain't the waiters wearing an elf outfit at Secret Recipe? Why did we  talk so little O_O

Dammit.

Next time, I'll just order plain water. I ordered RM17 worth of drinks. Yeah. 3. What? I was thirsty... And... That stupid plate of spaghetti, I barely touched it, Jessica and Han Siang finished it for me. There goes my 14 bucks. A tiny slice of Durian Cheese cake... Ahhhhh...

I should have just ordered ONE drink.

There goes my hard work...

I should have just stayed home and slept! T^T

Ufff... The curly fries and nuggets are in the paper bag. Dammit. I feel like killing myself.

Not, not because I'm eating too much.

It's because, I still buy it, when I don't even feel like eating it.

Should have just gave it to the maid again...

I feel like cleaning my room NOW.

But... I'm sleepy...

If I was the me few weeks ago, damn, this is as early as hell. I would sleep at 5am. And waste the next day. Sleeping. But... I don't know... Ever since that time... I've been sleeping a bit early, the most is 3.30am... But, I still wake up at 9.30 in the morning. I have no idea what's wrong with me.

I'll never get this cleaning done. I've been saying it since January. And I still haven't done anything.

ARGH

Tomorrow... Tomorrow... Tomorrow...

There's just no end...

Wednesday, huh?

Not much I wanna do there, I'm just going cause Jess and Shirley need me so much xD

If they throw me there... Ah... There's always Starbucks? And I guess I can always go see if Audrey's working.

Hey... The hell guys... TAKE ME WITH YOU... I don't care if there's six or seven together, I can walk with Mariane if you wanna walk with Shirley, or Si Kai... JUST DON'T LEAVE ME T^T

Friends are so cruel these days.

They tend to leave you alone and go have fun on their own.

What can I say...

• FRIENDS ARE JUST SO RELIABLE.

Don't sneeze.

I'm impatient.

Sometimes... It's like... The other way round...

I keep waiting, but every time I hear that whisper. It's... Another fucking time wasting cold joke. Either that, or it's my mum telling me how good her cake tasted, and asking me what time I'll be back.

Why?

Don't dulan him la. He's not stealing girls or anything. He's just friendly. And helpful. And please remember that he was the one that came all the way back to my place after receiving the "WTF HE'S THERE" message.

I have nothing else to say.

When you're too good of a person, people will hate you and talk bad about you? But when you're a bad person, they talk bad about you too? How is this fair to the good guy?

What about what you want? You know you don't have to spend time with me if you don't want to... I mean... I'm just me... They're your friends... For 5 years... And it's hard for you all meet up once you guys go away right?

I'm okay with being alone.

I'm used to it anyway.

So...

It's up to you...

That's why... It's natural to lie.

 A smile. 

I'm fine.

 I'm okay. 

Happy Day_ Onigiri O_O'''

Nice to know, Little LuLu is a popular show xD

I miss Thailand so much that 7-Eleven is now my favorite shop. I even walked to 7-Eleven after the band meeting, in wet clothes... I thought "Neh, it's just a 15 to 20 minute walk so... What the heck. And I can dry myself too."

And so, I start walking~

And You know? I bought a few bottles of tea. Too bad they don't have Oishi brand :(

And today, I made my onigiri. I made a neat, and cute onigiri, but... When I took a bite, it fell apart :(
More practice... In shaping and making it stick ==
My onigiri... It looked so... Unfallingapartable T_T

So, as I was saying... The walking alone thing. I hate to be emo now ya know. Thinking about my onigiri... I feel so happy... That I made such a cute onigiri... Even if it fell apart!!!!

Nori~

Nori~

Nori~

Japanese rice sticks man!

Of course, the pic is from Google. But, mine's close to that!! The shape anyway... I forgot the filling >_< Cause round one, my onigiri was too big and it fell apart when I tried wrapping the nori ==

I'm not gonna bring anymore onigiri to school. I'll just try making more at home, THEN, bring them to school when I finally get them to NOT fall apart, when you bite~

It seems like everyone's happy today. Yi Nin smiled, A LOT. And, I'm happy now. Just... Sleepy, dreaming during classes and practice. I even went to the wrong line while marching half way... I didn't even realize until Hai Teng shouted. Oh my... I'm such a pro at daydreaming. 

I feel like eating chocolate.

I'll go get one now.

Bye.

Hong Leong, you make my day. WELL, my onigiri made me MORE happy :P

Shhhh! Nobody ke-po again ):<

Food, Food, Food

Food, the one thing that brings me to life, the one thing that makes my day. Food. Food makes me happy when I'm down, food helps me get through my day, I'll feel incomplete without you. Oh, food.

DADDY! You ordered 10 tubs of Haagen Daaz ice-cream on board? You already finished TWO? And now moving on the third?! I'm so jealous, and you got chips! Chips that I couln't keep my hands off! I do wonder, the company pays for them right? Damn, your job, stressful but... Relaxing? Now going to Halifax, US. Like you said, you'd spend a lot on me cause there's many things I like! FOOD... God dammit, why can't the company allow children? I WANT FOOD ><

I'm gonna food shopping soon. What? It's Chinese New Year, my celebrations are incoplete without food. And I usually stuff myself. And gambling, weee! I love gambling! I'm gonna put a limit of 20 bucks this year... In case I lose too much. I want a new phone...

Donate some money to me? Hello? This blog is named 'Life of a Lonely Retard' after all, c'mon, help me will ya'? I'M A RETARD! FINE, I'LL SING A SONG, FOR YOU GUYS TO DONATE!

Gong xi fa chai, hong bao na lai.
mei gei hong bao, zhi sao juan cian.
wo shi OKU, bu zheng chang,
ke lian wo, you xin ren.
bu gei cian, ta ma de,
wo ji zhu ni.

Yea, my chinese sucks, at least it's pronounceable... I think...

Good night and... Buh-Bye...

Food Glorious Food

Me again, still in Singapore. Now, after dinner, everyone in the room. Mom gonna come at 12 midnight and join my dad on board for a week.

We had pizza, and some side dishes. Me? I had pizza, Old Chang Kee(curry puff), chicken wings and prawn sticks and McFlurry XD

And my uncle said, 'Finally her face lighted up, when I asked her if she wants ba kua...' And they all started laughing, and my aunt added ' Who cares about shoes and clothes, as long as she has food!'

And at dinner, when my uncle saw my grandma wasting the pizza dough, he said 'So wasteful, next time when we call the pizza delivery, we must ask ''Hello, can we have the pizza toppings without the pizza? My mother says that your dough is sticky, she doesn't like it.'' We should say that.' Well, my uncle is kinda like the.. umm... VERY VERY don't like wasting type of person.

Now you guys know, now I know, that I LOVE FOOD SO MUCH! OMG... SHOES AND CLOTHES DON'T MATTER... Oh ya, they told me to write this...

SHE'S GONNA EAT 600g OF BEE CHENG HIANG BA KUA. ORIGINAL PORK.
Iris, David, Gim.

Ok, 600g is a lot, but it was on offer! Anybody? I'll share, if I have anything left... Ok, I'll buy some sweets and chocolates, for... umm... me? And you guys...

Ok, enjoy, Bye BYE, NO GUARANTEE I WILL HAVE ANY FOOD LEFT.

Food Experiment-> Limey-Curry Fried Rice

I got bored and hungry... So i did an experiment... Named it Limey-Curry Fried Rice =.=...

It taste not bad leh... Try and cook la... Although i accidentaly used a lot of oyster sauce... So it taste a little... erm... cant find the right word... Hmmm... Little bit oystery lo...

The recipe still needs a little perfecting... I wan add vege but no more vege le... so use things i can find lo... You noe wad they say>> when life offers you lemons,make lemonade...

Wan noe recipe ma? dun1 noe nvm... i write 4 fun...

1. Lime
2. Curry powder
3.Onion Leaf
4. Onion
5.Egg
6.Rice
7.Oil
8. Oyster sauce
9.Salt

Hmmm... I think tats all la... Try and see nice bo... try le tell me...