Source: A Beautiful Revolution
Future options include turning into a lesbian or bedding some hunk from Japanese dramas.
May be prone to periodical weepies and mood swings.
Ergo hiatus till I recover.
Dah putus.
Future options include turning into a lesbian or bedding some hunk from Japanese dramas.
May be prone to periodical weepies and mood swings.
Ergo hiatus till I recover.
Jun-E cooks
8am.
Followed mum to market groggily. Way-too-low umbrellas spikes poked my forehead as I tried not to step into puddles. Wondered what it feels like to be a chicken, caged amongst other squawking peabrains with full view of a de-feathered friend's legs bent backwards and stuck into its butt.
Blood splattered my t-shirt. Judging from mum's "go back and wash lah" accompanied with rolled eyes, this should be a pretty regular occurence when marketing. Luckily I wasn't wearing white.
11am.
Started to behead and debone a bag of dead dried fish of Engraulidae family, more commonly known as anchovies or ikan bilis. They are to be dumped into water for boiling soup.
Freshly dead prawns are grey and squishy, and surprisingly easy to de-shell.
3pm.
Began chopping, cutting and mixing everything up with my mum and sis.
1. Chop prawn, water chestnut
2. Mix chopped prawn and water chestnut with corn flour and a bit of seasoning (salt and pepper).
Garlic, chillis, onions chopped to be made into sauce for my fried wantons later.
4pm.
Knock knock! on my room door.
Mum: "I can't find the ikan bilis!"
Me: "What??"
Mum: "I've looked everywhere and can't find them!"
We found the ikan bilis neatly tied up in a red plastic bag wrapped within another plastic bag in the dumpster.
We still boiled the little buggers. I didn't spend 1/2 hour peeling them for nothing.
5pm.
Wrapped the prawn+water chestnut filling with wanton skins.
7pm.
The ban on deep frying in the kitchen was lifted temporarily. Happily fried half of the wantons under my mum's supervision. (Necessary as the previous frying incident almost burnt the condo down.) The other half went into the noodle soup.
7:30pm.
Chat with Husna:
8:30pm.
Clean up's a bitch.
Followed mum to market groggily. Way-too-low umbrellas spikes poked my forehead as I tried not to step into puddles. Wondered what it feels like to be a chicken, caged amongst other squawking peabrains with full view of a de-feathered friend's legs bent backwards and stuck into its butt.
Blood splattered my t-shirt. Judging from mum's "go back and wash lah" accompanied with rolled eyes, this should be a pretty regular occurence when marketing. Luckily I wasn't wearing white.
11am.
Started to behead and debone a bag of dead dried fish of Engraulidae family, more commonly known as anchovies or ikan bilis. They are to be dumped into water for boiling soup.
Freshly dead prawns are grey and squishy, and surprisingly easy to de-shell.
3pm.
Began chopping, cutting and mixing everything up with my mum and sis.
1. Chop prawn, water chestnut
2. Mix chopped prawn and water chestnut with corn flour and a bit of seasoning (salt and pepper).
Garlic, chillis, onions chopped to be made into sauce for my fried wantons later.
4pm.
Knock knock! on my room door.
Mum: "I can't find the ikan bilis!"
Me: "What??"
Mum: "I've looked everywhere and can't find them!"
We found the ikan bilis neatly tied up in a red plastic bag wrapped within another plastic bag in the dumpster.
We still boiled the little buggers. I didn't spend 1/2 hour peeling them for nothing.
5pm.
Wrapped the prawn+water chestnut filling with wanton skins.
7pm.
The ban on deep frying in the kitchen was lifted temporarily. Happily fried half of the wantons under my mum's supervision. (Necessary as the previous frying incident almost burnt the condo down.) The other half went into the noodle soup.
7:30pm.
Chat with Husna:
7:34 PM me: dumplings ready =D
my first attempt at cooking (edit: first serious attempt)
7:35 PM Husna: any good?
me: not salty enough i think, but at least everything's cooked =P
7:36 PM house banned deep frying but exception today
so the whole kitchen's nice and oily now haha
Husna: malay's believe if the food is salty then the cok wants to get married quickly
7:37 PM me: hahaha really? well my mum has faulty kidneys so we can't have too salty...
sign tht i'm going to marry late?
anyway i hv to go for dinner already
to collect accolades and all
wahahaha
8:30pm.
Clean up's a bitch.
Filler Post dot dot dot dot
I seem to be unusually swamped for a jobless person.
No kidding. So many things to do before I go for my 6-month rayau through New Zealand! Personal things to settle such as a book project (within a month! Is that possible?? >.<), applying for further studies, medical and dental checkups, plan for my family's trip to Bandung in August dot dot dot dot
And then there's the planning for New Zealand itself! Met up with Mel Tan who's my partner-in-crime (conned her into giving up her job and going for the best trip of her life with yours truly! - can be very persuasive when I want to) and synchronized our basic objectives and principles, looking for air tickets and miscellaneous other stuff such as travel insurance, transport, job hunting, accommodation, packing list, money planners, maps, things to do, events to see dot dot dot dot
Snippet of conversation of 1 yr 11 month-old multilingual cousin Yu Jin (contrary to earlier spelling versions, apparently this is the correct way to spell his name) with his Indonesian maid:
Maid: "Adik sayang siapa?"
YJ: "Sayang Mummy.... Sayang Daddy..."
Maid: "Daddy tu siapa?"
YJ: "Daddy tu Tuan lah!"
Never underestimate a child.
Anyways no specific point to this post =) Just feeling rather guilty that I'm not updating as often! Dot!
No kidding. So many things to do before I go for my 6-month rayau through New Zealand! Personal things to settle such as a book project (within a month! Is that possible?? >.<), applying for further studies, medical and dental checkups, plan for my family's trip to Bandung in August dot dot dot dot
And then there's the planning for New Zealand itself! Met up with Mel Tan who's my partner-in-crime (conned her into giving up her job and going for the best trip of her life with yours truly! - can be very persuasive when I want to) and synchronized our basic objectives and principles, looking for air tickets and miscellaneous other stuff such as travel insurance, transport, job hunting, accommodation, packing list, money planners, maps, things to do, events to see dot dot dot dot
Snippet of conversation of 1 yr 11 month-old multilingual cousin Yu Jin (contrary to earlier spelling versions, apparently this is the correct way to spell his name) with his Indonesian maid:
Maid: "Adik sayang siapa?"
YJ: "Sayang Mummy.... Sayang Daddy..."
Maid: "Daddy tu siapa?"
YJ: "Daddy tu Tuan lah!"
Never underestimate a child.
Anyways no specific point to this post =) Just feeling rather guilty that I'm not updating as often! Dot!
The Bet.
My palms clammy and cold with sweat
Preparing to walk the plank.
To win myself the fateful bet
Though I can't swim, to be frank.
Thousand miles below it seemed
My cousin grinned slyly.
How I longed to scream at him
But the voice wouldn't come out of me.
At the edge of the plank I trembled
Wavering slightly, I shut my eyes.
Taking a step as I shuddered
I plunged down, preparing to die.
Down and down and down I fell
Holding my breath in terror.
My fear was more than I could tell
The feeling was indescribable.
It seemed like hours till I hit the water
As cold as ice to my skin.
I splashed onto the surface and spluttered
Safe and sound as I'd been.
I shook off the water after a pause
Recovering after the fall.
Cousin asked me how it was
I replied, "No big deal at all."
----
Dug up some rhymes I wrote 10 years ago. Typing them out for my mum, so just post one of them up for you guys =)
Indigestion slowly recovering, thanks for checking in on me!
Preparing to walk the plank.
To win myself the fateful bet
Though I can't swim, to be frank.
Thousand miles below it seemed
My cousin grinned slyly.
How I longed to scream at him
But the voice wouldn't come out of me.
At the edge of the plank I trembled
Wavering slightly, I shut my eyes.
Taking a step as I shuddered
I plunged down, preparing to die.
Down and down and down I fell
Holding my breath in terror.
My fear was more than I could tell
The feeling was indescribable.
It seemed like hours till I hit the water
As cold as ice to my skin.
I splashed onto the surface and spluttered
Safe and sound as I'd been.
I shook off the water after a pause
Recovering after the fall.
Cousin asked me how it was
I replied, "No big deal at all."
----
Dug up some rhymes I wrote 10 years ago. Typing them out for my mum, so just post one of them up for you guys =)
Indigestion slowly recovering, thanks for checking in on me!
Indigestion.
Feel like eating something, yet the thought of food repulses me.
Feel like reading something, yet the thought of words bores me.
Feel like loving somebody, yet the thought of love confuses me.
Feel like going somewhere, yet the thought of people nauseates me.
I should stop eating dumplings.
Feel like reading something, yet the thought of words bores me.
Feel like loving somebody, yet the thought of love confuses me.
Feel like going somewhere, yet the thought of people nauseates me.
I should stop eating dumplings.
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