I just realized how quiet my neighbourhood really is yesterday. My entire extended family was cramped into my house so I guess you would have already gotten a feeling of how loud it must have been. Anyway, the cramping begin at around 9, and ended at nearly 4 so I have nothing but sympathy towards those neighbours. I do not posses the 'love-your-jiran' quality.
Back to the family. Somewhere between the cramping and eating and chatting and screaming, someone managed to plug in the karaoke machine and some Beatles song was being tormented. Minutes later, it changed to Down and then to Hips Don't Lie.
Yes, Hips Don't Lie, don't judge us.
Then, Pictionary box was produced and everyone jumped into an enthusiastic round of that. We didn't exactly draw what was on the cards, get what I mean, I'm sure Jynwaye does. Later, after tons of channel surfing we found that MTV was having a Michael Jackson marathon. And, god curse me for accidently turning there cos as soon as the words 'Billie' and 'Jean' managed to register in their heads, everyone screamed in delight which obviously led to more cramping. Yeah, and the television was left more finger DNA than CSI's crime lab would have.
Finally, the countdown was going on and we got into a hugging and wishing fit. And, it still wasn't over, beer came out followed by all its relatives and it ended loudly at 4.
So, after all that tiresome Pictionary rounds, tons of food, and variety of sounds I learned that there's nothing more tiresome than hosting a New Year party. the house was in an uproar and it obviously wasn't me who stayed up to clean it. But, I had fun and I bet you guys did as well, so remember stay safe, be well, eat fruit and remember, don't host a New Year party.
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I could say 'tomorrow' or 'next year' cos its the same.
Umm, I'm not very good at all that wishing stuff so forgive me if I sound like an utterly constipated asshole throughout this post. Anyhow, today is the 31st, the official ending to a long, hectic year. Believe it or not, last year same time, same day, I remember typing 'damn, its 2009' into the personal message box in Msn, And now, its time to type 'damn, its 2010' in that very same box.
Uh, I don't wanna really make this long but my fingers are obviously betraying me, big-time. One last thing, if we all die in 2012, I want you guys to think of my blog before you die. It might lighten you up. LOL.
Okay, I better shut up or you guys will condemn ME on MY own chatbox. So, stay safe, be well, eat fruit and remember, think about My Blog before you die!
Happy New Year to anyone who's reading!
P.S Please don't get drunk and drop dead at 11.55 pm.
Uh, I don't wanna really make this long but my fingers are obviously betraying me, big-time. One last thing, if we all die in 2012, I want you guys to think of my blog before you die. It might lighten you up. LOL.
Okay, I better shut up or you guys will condemn ME on MY own chatbox. So, stay safe, be well, eat fruit and remember, think about My Blog before you die!
Happy New Year to anyone who's reading!
P.S Please don't get drunk and drop dead at 11.55 pm.
I'll Make It Work, Because I Love You!
I've been seeing someone. For a month now actually, ever since the school was out. I was scared to tell anyone about our relationship mainly because I was afraid, afraid that the world would judge us and we would have to face non-acceptance. That's exactly why I didn't tell anyone, not even my bestest of friends. But, I've gotta set the record straight now, I'm coming clean!
We met at a computer fair and my dad immediately took a liking to him. He's British but grew up in Taiwan. He had that typical dark and handsome thing going on but unfortunately not that tall. Honestly, who cares?? He looked just breath-taking in some kinda dark suit he was wearing. The best part is he's royal. He was a couple of numbers at the back of his name. God, cute right?
I call him Hewy and we meet up pretty much everyday. I spend close to 6 hours a day with him just looking into each others eyes as we think about our future together.
I love him very very much and I don't give one damn if the world likes it or not! My Hewy tells me to do that, be strong and fight for what you want! I want my Hewy.
And, just in case you're wondering what his full name is, its Hewlett Packard w1707.
I love you Hewy!!
We met at a computer fair and my dad immediately took a liking to him. He's British but grew up in Taiwan. He had that typical dark and handsome thing going on but unfortunately not that tall. Honestly, who cares?? He looked just breath-taking in some kinda dark suit he was wearing. The best part is he's royal. He was a couple of numbers at the back of his name. God, cute right?
I call him Hewy and we meet up pretty much everyday. I spend close to 6 hours a day with him just looking into each others eyes as we think about our future together.
I love him very very much and I don't give one damn if the world likes it or not! My Hewy tells me to do that, be strong and fight for what you want! I want my Hewy.
And, just in case you're wondering what his full name is, its Hewlett Packard w1707.
I love you Hewy!!
Straighten It Up.
I'm pretty sure you guys have heard of the Leaning Tower Of Pisa. Its a work of art and has great value even though it looks like someone bashed it up with a huge 90 foot baseball bat.
Well, today my small cousins came for their weekly visit. They come every Sunday and since I'm the unfortunate one who happens to be closest to their age, I'm forced to "keep them busy''. You see, stopping Tiger Woods from having mistresses is easier than keeping these little ones busy. Usually I smack some lame-ass DVD which silences them until the DVD ends, then I just smack another one and it goes on and on until they leave. So, my mum gets all these cute kiddy DVDs every week for smacking. And this week she forgot!
Honestly, I love them, but they are for sale, 3 bucks will do. Anyway, back to keeping them busy-I got out some of my old toys for them to destroy. After destroying my entire Ferrari collection, they moved on to blocks, those colourful ones you can stack.
And surprisingly, they managed to create something. They tampered with the Leaning Tower of Pisa and made it into the Straight Tower of Pisa.
The strong minds behind the creation.
The Straight Tower Of Pisa itself!
That's one bad ass monster.
Nothing stays put with a bunch of kids around.
Well, today my small cousins came for their weekly visit. They come every Sunday and since I'm the unfortunate one who happens to be closest to their age, I'm forced to "keep them busy''. You see, stopping Tiger Woods from having mistresses is easier than keeping these little ones busy. Usually I smack some lame-ass DVD which silences them until the DVD ends, then I just smack another one and it goes on and on until they leave. So, my mum gets all these cute kiddy DVDs every week for smacking. And this week she forgot!
Honestly, I love them, but they are for sale, 3 bucks will do. Anyway, back to keeping them busy-I got out some of my old toys for them to destroy. After destroying my entire Ferrari collection, they moved on to blocks, those colourful ones you can stack.
And surprisingly, they managed to create something. They tampered with the Leaning Tower of Pisa and made it into the Straight Tower of Pisa.
The strong minds behind the creation.
The Straight Tower Of Pisa itself!
That's one bad ass monster.
Nothing stays put with a bunch of kids around.Seriously, I've never heard of designers who wreck their own creation. I pointed this out to them and they kicked me in the ankle. Gotta go now, I'll leave you to marvel at the building's insanely gorgeous structure. Bye!
My Day.
Went to Josh's house for Christmas. It was more of a gathering for us than a Christmas party actually. I hitched a ride with Kesh yesterday we were welcomed to severe cursing and swearing. Everyone was seriously pissed that we barely called or met up with each other since the May hols. So, we settled the prob with a group hug and Anu burst into tears which got us kinda weepy after that. So we apologized profusely to each other and the whole scene looked like it was outta some old Hallmark family story. Then I complained that no one read my blog anymore and somehow, while complaining, i manage to muster up some tears which made them think i felt really bad that no one read my blog. So I expect more comments from them tomorrow. hehe.....
Anyway, the rest of the night was fabulous, we danced and sang and talked and stuffed ourselves with roasted turkey. Uncle Ron decided to impress everyone with his chicken dance. He confessed later that it was just so he could pick up some hot chicks ( obviously didn't work ).
Basically everyone was happy, the oldies got they're drinks, the youngies got they're music and the ones in the middle had to put up with whatever they had la.
Some weirdo who sounded a little drunk became Santa for the evening and all he did was carry a bottle of Cognac while screeching 'HO, HO, HO' at the top of his lungs. Later on, someone shut him up so we were left in peace for the time being. The huru-hara started all over again when Josh's dog Leak accidently knocked over an old woman who wanted so badly to press charges on Leak. I didn't know old ladies could get drunk just by drinking sparkling juice.
Came home pretty late and then stayed up to watch Call Me Clause. Whoopi Goldberg's hair reminded me of a mop and for no actual reason I started to laugh and it woke my parents up. That's all there was to Christmas, I've got another party to go today.
And I'd love to wish Dan in Aussie a great Christmas and a happy new year. Everyone at the party wished he was there with us.
I end my post with a silent burp and a lot of joy in my heart. Merryy Christmas, HOHOHO!!
P.S I wasn't carrying a bottle of Cognac when I said that!
Anyway, the rest of the night was fabulous, we danced and sang and talked and stuffed ourselves with roasted turkey. Uncle Ron decided to impress everyone with his chicken dance. He confessed later that it was just so he could pick up some hot chicks ( obviously didn't work ).
Basically everyone was happy, the oldies got they're drinks, the youngies got they're music and the ones in the middle had to put up with whatever they had la.
Some weirdo who sounded a little drunk became Santa for the evening and all he did was carry a bottle of Cognac while screeching 'HO, HO, HO' at the top of his lungs. Later on, someone shut him up so we were left in peace for the time being. The huru-hara started all over again when Josh's dog Leak accidently knocked over an old woman who wanted so badly to press charges on Leak. I didn't know old ladies could get drunk just by drinking sparkling juice.
Came home pretty late and then stayed up to watch Call Me Clause. Whoopi Goldberg's hair reminded me of a mop and for no actual reason I started to laugh and it woke my parents up. That's all there was to Christmas, I've got another party to go today.
And I'd love to wish Dan in Aussie a great Christmas and a happy new year. Everyone at the party wished he was there with us.
I end my post with a silent burp and a lot of joy in my heart. Merryy Christmas, HOHOHO!!
P.S I wasn't carrying a bottle of Cognac when I said that!
Naughty or Nice?!
Will Obama still be in Santa's nice list even after all the racial scandals he had? What about good ol' Mr. Woods, his augmenting number of mistresses must be making Santa jealous!
One thing's for sure, the goverment ain't gonna have no 'Silent Night" this year since they released the PMR results on Christmas eve. Tell you ah, Santa better put me under the nice list or I'll punch his stomach until he becomes slim. Anyhow, Merry Christmas to all of you (yes, even Blogger.com) and a Very, very Happy New Year!
P.S Don't you think Santa should get into Biggest Loser?
One thing's for sure, the goverment ain't gonna have no 'Silent Night" this year since they released the PMR results on Christmas eve. Tell you ah, Santa better put me under the nice list or I'll punch his stomach until he becomes slim. Anyhow, Merry Christmas to all of you (yes, even Blogger.com) and a Very, very Happy New Year!
P.S Don't you think Santa should get into Biggest Loser?
Long lost friend.
I'm sure you guys have seen movies where someone just randomly turns up at the front doorstep, claiming to be an old friend and the person at the door would wrap them in a warm embrace and invite them in for coffee. Ever wondered if the "friend" could be a serial murdered on the loose? Or a big time thief ?
It just so happens, that a Camry-load of people landed in my house today afternoon, claiming to be my mums old friends. I tried my best to warn my mother about the dangers of having strangers in the house but to no avail. While they were hugging everyone, the thoughts going through my mind was ' Shit, she's letting them in, they're gonna hold us hostage in our own house. They're gonna kill us if we don't give them what they want. Crap, can't she ask them for their ICs?'.
Just as i was about to call the police and inform them that their most wanted criminals are in my house, my mums old friend approached me and started telling me how much i've grown since she last saw me. Good to know.
Thank god i didn't call 999. ( not that they would have arrived on time )
It just so happens, that a Camry-load of people landed in my house today afternoon, claiming to be my mums old friends. I tried my best to warn my mother about the dangers of having strangers in the house but to no avail. While they were hugging everyone, the thoughts going through my mind was ' Shit, she's letting them in, they're gonna hold us hostage in our own house. They're gonna kill us if we don't give them what they want. Crap, can't she ask them for their ICs?'.
Just as i was about to call the police and inform them that their most wanted criminals are in my house, my mums old friend approached me and started telling me how much i've grown since she last saw me. Good to know.
Thank god i didn't call 999. ( not that they would have arrived on time )
Hair Gone, Specs New.
Just came back from Jusco after picking up my new specs. It doesn't really look like something I'd use but, I beg to differ. They are Lee Coopers, anyway.
That's how it looks. Just ignore the weird sun-burnt kinda effect under it. Btw, did I mention they are Lee Coopers ( I'm sure you guys are hitting your head by now ).
The Chinese guy in charge at the shop was really making an effort to get friendly and I have to say he managed to narrate all the happenings in his life in more or less 10 minutes I was there.
He also mentioned that my hair looked nice, he obviously said this with an awkward snicker. I was like " God, take my life now!"
Cummonlah, if you call that nice, you're either blind, retarded or trying too hard to sell some spectacles ( but failing ). Maybe I am over-reacting, most people I know who saw the short, pixie haircut didn't really realize that it was short or pixie until I pointed the fact out.
So, I'll leave you critics to enjoy the ugliness of my hair while I stop typing in this post.
That's how it looks. Just ignore the weird sun-burnt kinda effect under it. Btw, did I mention they are Lee Coopers ( I'm sure you guys are hitting your head by now ).The Chinese guy in charge at the shop was really making an effort to get friendly and I have to say he managed to narrate all the happenings in his life in more or less 10 minutes I was there.
He also mentioned that my hair looked nice, he obviously said this with an awkward snicker. I was like " God, take my life now!"
Cummonlah, if you call that nice, you're either blind, retarded or trying too hard to sell some spectacles ( but failing ). Maybe I am over-reacting, most people I know who saw the short, pixie haircut didn't really realize that it was short or pixie until I pointed the fact out.So, I'll leave you critics to enjoy the ugliness of my hair while I stop typing in this post.
12 bloody days!
To get my lazy ass back to school.
Until then, i would have to preoccupy myself with christmas. Or maybe nag everyone i know to gag their PMR results until i'm satisfied. God, i sound like a result thirsty vampire. Not the Rob-Pat or Tay-Laut kind, the sexier kind. ( ROFL!)
Until then, i would have to preoccupy myself with christmas. Or maybe nag everyone i know to gag their PMR results until i'm satisfied. God, i sound like a result thirsty vampire. Not the Rob-Pat or Tay-Laut kind, the sexier kind. ( ROFL!)
Do it again.
I'm doing it again. No, not that-you pervy human! I'm gonna introduce myself all over again. I read my first post which just happened to be the most bimbo-fied thing on earth and i decided it needed a little revamping and redecorating. Kay, here it goes.
I'm Sastika, a self acclaimed geek and the proud owner of a metal factory which happens to be located somewhere in my mouth. Adding to the beauty, a high powered magnifying unit, positioned at the bridge of my very distinguished nose. My other luxurious properties consist of 10 well-bitten fingernails, 2 twigs attached to my body and a built-in perming device to enhance my already stunning mop of "hair". That's just the looks department, I'm sure you can't get enough of my beauty so I'm stopping right there and going on to the personality.
I'm sarcastic, insecure, occasionally lame, hilariously stupid, clumsy and lazy. Oh my, I should stop the self-praise, I'm beginning to blush. I'm 13 going on 14 and the only child of a football freak and a perfectionist. I can't cook to save a life but can joke to save at least 4. My hobby is talking and my motto in life is to stop doing just that.
I'm engaged to Dominique Cooper and I just broke up with Shahid Kapoor. I never go to bed without getting at least 3 drinks ( of water, that is ) and enjoy the company of funny people.
I love my friends, classmates and selected family members immensly although I have said on numerous occasions that I hate them. A feminist from birth, I hate to economize and hate men who call ladies dumb. I love seeing men die but burst into tears when a woman gets scratched.
Hate my mums cooking, love hot cups, want to travel more often and dream to meet Russell Peters. Envy Youtube Stars but still subscribe to their channels and watch their vids faithfully.
That's it. I am a very, very simple, happy person and i love the fact that I'm still alive. Bye!
I'm Sastika, a self acclaimed geek and the proud owner of a metal factory which happens to be located somewhere in my mouth. Adding to the beauty, a high powered magnifying unit, positioned at the bridge of my very distinguished nose. My other luxurious properties consist of 10 well-bitten fingernails, 2 twigs attached to my body and a built-in perming device to enhance my already stunning mop of "hair". That's just the looks department, I'm sure you can't get enough of my beauty so I'm stopping right there and going on to the personality.
I'm sarcastic, insecure, occasionally lame, hilariously stupid, clumsy and lazy. Oh my, I should stop the self-praise, I'm beginning to blush. I'm 13 going on 14 and the only child of a football freak and a perfectionist. I can't cook to save a life but can joke to save at least 4. My hobby is talking and my motto in life is to stop doing just that.
I'm engaged to Dominique Cooper and I just broke up with Shahid Kapoor. I never go to bed without getting at least 3 drinks ( of water, that is ) and enjoy the company of funny people.
I love my friends, classmates and selected family members immensly although I have said on numerous occasions that I hate them. A feminist from birth, I hate to economize and hate men who call ladies dumb. I love seeing men die but burst into tears when a woman gets scratched.
Hate my mums cooking, love hot cups, want to travel more often and dream to meet Russell Peters. Envy Youtube Stars but still subscribe to their channels and watch their vids faithfully.
That's it. I am a very, very simple, happy person and i love the fact that I'm still alive. Bye!
Hacked.
Unfortunately, someone has hacked into my previous msn account. It sucks, major. The best part is, i previously had 231 contacts on my list. Its all gone now. Now guys, instead off slamming me with advice on how to get my account back or throwing me with pity looks, wisely co-operate with the victim and add me at my new add sastika96@hotmail.com.
That's all i can say for now, just shut up and add me. That's all there is to it. Bye!
That's all i can say for now, just shut up and add me. That's all there is to it. Bye!
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WARNING: If you are expecting a humorous post, please stop reading this immediately. If you are genuinely concerned about how i feel, you are welcomed to go on.
My mother wanted to take me shopping for new school stuff ystd. This is not a joke, I freaked out. I realized that the year is coming to an end and soon, i mean soon, i'm gonna have to get into my pinafore and go to school. I'm genuinely scared and seriously nervous about going back to school.
You know, its extremely funny that I feel that way. Cos in the previous years, the thought of going back to school was looked forward to. Meeting friends after a month and a half ( which used to seem long ), joining all those clubs, finding new students in an attempt to befriend them ( only scares them off ) seemed exciting. It was like a new start or something.
Those days, I would cross out the days in the calender as they pass, furiously praying and wishing that time would just fly. Now, I find myself moaning when I look at the calender and how close it is to "Back To School" day. My mum says its all part of the growing up process.
I'm scared about tests, exams, homework, teachers, problems, fights and controversies. Haiz, now you tell me, isn't it MUCH better to sit at home and watch telly?
I guess I have changed. My home has become a shrine to me. I don't wanna go anywhere, unless it requires buying food of course. And I think that missing an outing with a friend just to sleep in ain't gonna kill nobody. I guess it is. Its killing me. I have serious mental problems la. I actually suggested being home-schooled to my dad. He gave me one of those looks they reserve for retards.
Anyway, thanks for reading this much. Even those people who I shoooed off in the being of the post.
P.S Have you noticed that 'studying' is 'student' and 'dying' put together? Man, i'm so discouraging. Don't listen to me.
Gone By The Wind.
Its been butchered, all of it! Theres basically nothing left to tie to school la. I feel naked without my long, untidy, curly hair.
The lady who works at the saloon should quit and start her own shop. I'd be honored to name it. Hands down, it should be called "The Hair Butcher". What a winner =(
I might be gone for a few days to visit my granma. Her house has just been revamped. When I first got there it was as if i was in an episode of 'While you were out'. You can't blame me for accidentally uttering a swear word when i saw how different the place looked. Today was the last day of piano class, 2 weeks hols for Christmas. Can't wait for christmas actually, the tree, the carols, the food. Goddamn the presents.
I gtg, sorry about the short post, I've got some stuff to do.
The lady who works at the saloon should quit and start her own shop. I'd be honored to name it. Hands down, it should be called "The Hair Butcher". What a winner =(
I might be gone for a few days to visit my granma. Her house has just been revamped. When I first got there it was as if i was in an episode of 'While you were out'. You can't blame me for accidentally uttering a swear word when i saw how different the place looked. Today was the last day of piano class, 2 weeks hols for Christmas. Can't wait for christmas actually, the tree, the carols, the food. Goddamn the presents.
I gtg, sorry about the short post, I've got some stuff to do.
Totally Burnt.
Yesterday, i went to Berjaya Times Square. I didn't realize how the bad the impact of the trip was gonna be. I woke up today, ready to roll outta bed, as usual. Then, i felt it, a sharp, indescribable jolt of pain attack my body and i fell flat on the bed, scared to move even an inch. Turns out, I tore a few muscles in arm, upper leg and pretty much every place a in my body with muscles. God, i could not walk and i still can't. The pain was so bad that it went up to the point i wanted so badly to get an X-ray done. I just finished having my bath and this is no joke. I collapsed onto the bed once i came out, panting my lungs out ( literally ) cos i couldn't stand under the shower for more than 5 minutes. Even typing now is taking a toll on me.
I called Avan to confirm that the cause of this ridiculous pain was the rides in that god-damned Theme Park. And yes it was. She couldn't move an inch as well. Trust me people, don't you ever attempt to go there, ever! Don't you give a damn that the management might go bankrupt due to the lack of visitors cause trust me, you do not want your muscles tearing faster than average cloth.
I've gotta go downstairs now. Limp I mean. I regret all that bitching and moaning about how slow oldies walk. I'm currently traveling at -21 kilometers per minute. I bet my 70 year old granma would whip my butt ( cowboy style ) for slowing her down. No one, understands the misery and pain. I end with a sympathetic OUCHHHHHHH.
I called Avan to confirm that the cause of this ridiculous pain was the rides in that god-damned Theme Park. And yes it was. She couldn't move an inch as well. Trust me people, don't you ever attempt to go there, ever! Don't you give a damn that the management might go bankrupt due to the lack of visitors cause trust me, you do not want your muscles tearing faster than average cloth.
I've gotta go downstairs now. Limp I mean. I regret all that bitching and moaning about how slow oldies walk. I'm currently traveling at -21 kilometers per minute. I bet my 70 year old granma would whip my butt ( cowboy style ) for slowing her down. No one, understands the misery and pain. I end with a sympathetic OUCHHHHHHH.
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I'm having a freak obsession with Alicia Keys. Listening to all her songs continuously. I can't wait for the next Biggest Loser Asia episode. I mean those big people in the show have gotta be really thick faced to go and expose their personal lives and stuff to the whole of Asia. Guts, pure untouched guts. As for Tiger Woods, that guy is just pure unlucky. No comment.
I actually have no idea why I'm doing this post because I have no substance or things to write about in my brain. Lemme just list a couple of words I use more often than my name.
- Apparently
- Jesus!
- Jusco ( or any other shopping mall )
- Bored
- Bored
- Bored
- Lame
- Don't
- Any negative word created.
Magic under my nose. = /
Now you see it, now you don't. That is one overrated line which is constantly used by magicians when they attempt to dazzle their audience. However, my family possess the ability to really make things disappear. Take food for instance. Once something gets in your hand, you better gobble it up before it disappears. My dad bought a tin of Guylian chocolate twists. It looks something like this.
As I mentioned before, nothing stays put for more than a day in my house. Before I went to sleep, it was practically full. The next day, POOF! There's only a countable amount left in the tin. Honestly, even Cyril couldn't have done thatlah. I shut the damned fridge and went upstairs hoping maybe i'd consume it later. Little did I know, that more magic would soon attack my fridge. I came downstairs an hour later only to find one measly sweet left.
Poor thing, its looked so naked in that tin. So, to comfort it, i picked it up and swallowed it. Total comfort.
As I mentioned before, nothing stays put for more than a day in my house. Before I went to sleep, it was practically full. The next day, POOF! There's only a countable amount left in the tin. Honestly, even Cyril couldn't have done thatlah. I shut the damned fridge and went upstairs hoping maybe i'd consume it later. Little did I know, that more magic would soon attack my fridge. I came downstairs an hour later only to find one measly sweet left.Poor thing, its looked so naked in that tin. So, to comfort it, i picked it up and swallowed it. Total comfort.
Me.
I am a transparent person. Not the clothes, the character. People think that they can read me easily which leads them to make unwanted and hasty conclusions about me. On of my defects is that I'm never serious. Its not even a debatable matter in fact. The other defect is my mouth. I tend to say what i think almost immediately instead of considering in my most of the time unused brain. The result is numerous and countless fights, misunderstandings and misery. All i wanna know right know is whether God is planning to blow my life up into pieces in the long run by leaving me like this or is he gonna help me? - the sad sastika -
P.S- This feels like an ask aunty session !
P.S- This feels like an ask aunty session !
Obsessed.
Mariah is obsessed with Eminem, Tiger is obsessed with his car, Bill is obsessed with Giuliana ( although she obviously isn't with him , Miley is obsessed with herself and pretty much everyone is obsessed with something. Money, fame, love, hate, revenge, vampires, food, etc. I walked around the house several times to find out what my family members and I and obsessed with. Although this particular sub-species isn't really family I found Pearly's obsession with toilet paper simply stunning. Sitting down on the couch watching her rip apart one roll of toilet paper after another became somewhat fascinating ?!? Back to family. My dad is obsessed with football, my mum with Jamie Oliver and food ( + diets ), my aunt is obsessed with yoga and my brother is obsessed with Facebook. My maid is another story. Her obsession is sending back money to her family nothing else. I, on the other hand am currently obsessed with this blog. I'm glued to the seat scanning the Internet for cool topics to blog. Found some on Chris Brogan's website.
Speaking about bloggers, my fav is Kenny Sia. He's straight to the point and makes everyday things sound just hilarious. He won the blogger of the year award and is part of Project Alpha. Only if I could get in it, I'd by pass 7th heaven and move on to 10th heaven.
My dad thinks blogging is my career now. The kind of job i don't get paid for obviously. And since i love it so much, i'm gonna stop boring you and say adios from this post. Bye!Open My Mouth!
No, I'm talking about a trip to the dentist. Its about my lack of fluency in BM. BM meaning BumMer. Okay, that was lame. I'm talking obviously about the national language, the pride of the country ( bleech ) Bahasa Malaysia ! (drumroll ).
When I was a kid, maybe around 8 or 9 years old I mastered this complicated language with ease. I spoke like I was reading out of a dictionary. No joke. I never used kau, aku, or any of that short forms most people use to make their sentence more, lets say homely. This homely sentences form their own special language called the Bahasa Pasar which I happen to ignore most of the time. Since I speak textbook BM, most of the other girls I know laugh their ass out at me when I attempt to start a conversation with them. And this hurt me so much that I spent the next two whole years grabbing passers-by to translate what I would say in English to the Malays. Now, this stunning behavior had to come to a stop this year. Half my class, no 3/4 of my class is filled with Malays. Kisho, my usual translater quit the job, leaving me stranded in an empty-no-end road. The only way I could get out was by opening my mouth and speaking in Bahasa Pasar. Nevertheless, what a laugh I turned out to be. keldai which means donkey became keladi which means yam and vice versa. Which meant I would say that i liked eating keldai and call someone a keladi. So, you can see it isnt a pretty picture. That's exactly why i love holidays. A wole month without donkeys and yams. Just wholesome English!
When I was a kid, maybe around 8 or 9 years old I mastered this complicated language with ease. I spoke like I was reading out of a dictionary. No joke. I never used kau, aku, or any of that short forms most people use to make their sentence more, lets say homely. This homely sentences form their own special language called the Bahasa Pasar which I happen to ignore most of the time. Since I speak textbook BM, most of the other girls I know laugh their ass out at me when I attempt to start a conversation with them. And this hurt me so much that I spent the next two whole years grabbing passers-by to translate what I would say in English to the Malays. Now, this stunning behavior had to come to a stop this year. Half my class, no 3/4 of my class is filled with Malays. Kisho, my usual translater quit the job, leaving me stranded in an empty-no-end road. The only way I could get out was by opening my mouth and speaking in Bahasa Pasar. Nevertheless, what a laugh I turned out to be. keldai which means donkey became keladi which means yam and vice versa. Which meant I would say that i liked eating keldai and call someone a keladi. So, you can see it isnt a pretty picture. That's exactly why i love holidays. A wole month without donkeys and yams. Just wholesome English!
Jamie Oliver Must Die! ( not John Tucker )
Parents, especially mums are very easily influenced by the guests who appear on Oprah. From Nelson Mandela to Jamie Oliver, everyone seems to leave an impact on them. Take food for example, Jamie came one day and expressed his dismay about the well known fact that women don't experiment with food. He said that women have the ultimate power to actually "cook up a storm". What he obviously doesn't know is these women have children like me who prefer their mums NOT "cook up a storm" because only we know the pain after the storm. The consuming! Haiz. So my mum was one of the women who apparently got inspired by Jamie's little speech and the next day she searched for things to "cook up a storm". Just then, she happened to go Hot & Roll, its this small kiosk inside Jusco's Selection. They sell stuff like this.
Savory Paratha.
That's basically how it's supposed to look like. My mum bought it fell in love with it. The moisture, texture and other -tures were just perfect! So, since Jamie said experiment, she came home with an armload of supplies to create the perfect Savory Paratha! Obviously, if it turned out to be just fine I wouldn't be blogging about it. The point is instead of creating the Paratha, the maid and my mother destroyed it. They stuffed the fella with too much of ham that each bite you take you have to put down the Paratha and clean your clothes. Ham was flying everywhere. Trust me. One bite, One Fly.
At the end, she convinced herself that she had experimented with food and had created the perfect Savory Paratha. Little did she know, 2 good aprons got smacked with ham during the process of creation. So, as the very positive daughter, i came up with a punch line.
* At the birth of every Paratha, is the destruction of an Apron. *
P.S This post is dedicated to the brave aprons who fought and fought for their lives until the very end. Go aprons!
Savory Paratha.That's basically how it's supposed to look like. My mum bought it fell in love with it. The moisture, texture and other -tures were just perfect! So, since Jamie said experiment, she came home with an armload of supplies to create the perfect Savory Paratha! Obviously, if it turned out to be just fine I wouldn't be blogging about it. The point is instead of creating the Paratha, the maid and my mother destroyed it. They stuffed the fella with too much of ham that each bite you take you have to put down the Paratha and clean your clothes. Ham was flying everywhere. Trust me. One bite, One Fly.
At the end, she convinced herself that she had experimented with food and had created the perfect Savory Paratha. Little did she know, 2 good aprons got smacked with ham during the process of creation. So, as the very positive daughter, i came up with a punch line.
* At the birth of every Paratha, is the destruction of an Apron. *
P.S This post is dedicated to the brave aprons who fought and fought for their lives until the very end. Go aprons!
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