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Monday, November 23, 2009
.:The Bootmaker:.
methinks i should get myself a twitter account. after all there are just so many IMPORTANT things in my life i want to share with the world all the time. like how right now i'm craaaving a huge fluffy cinnamon roll and a good strong cup of COFFEE. :D oh god i'm such a caffeine junkie now it's incredible. i've reached new heights. i literally CANNOT function without a dose of coffee in me. +_+ oh and i have renounced Costa's vanilla latte. it tastes like sugar water and i snub my nose at it wtf.
i wanna go home. T_T my mom makes the BEST cinnamon rolls EVER. :D
sigh school just started today after my Reading Week and already i feel like going on holiday wtf. or least a cinnamon roll la wtf. :p
last Saturday the Malaysian Society here had its last big event - Satay Night! :) it's an annual thing where we cook up a storm and serve up makan-makan true-blue Malaysian style, yo! or at least we try hahaha. :p i'm so proud of us. the committee (and a few extra very helpful pairs of hands) spent the entire afternoon cooooooooooooooking. omg i dont believe i've ever turned up for a Malaysian Soc event not smelling of cooking. :p
Jenny and Thava making the satay. and that's not even a tenth of what we made haha. altogether we grilled about 800 sticks of satay - that's 10 kilos worth of chicken, yo. :O Jit and Jenny stayed up until 9am the night before cutting and marinating the chicken and making sambal for the nasi lemak. yes, we had nasi lemak! and our sambal was definitely good and spicyyyyyy. :D
more satay (!) and Kevin, who so nicely offered to come help cook, although he wasn't part of the committee. :) as you can see from the photo, he was clearly having fun wtf. :p
Naz (and part of Jenny wtf) making the onde-onde. hahaha kesian Naz la, he was like practically forced into helping cook as we used his house as a cooking station. and messed up the kitchen something terrible too oops. :p there was one point where all of us were super stressed out cos there were like two hours or something to Satay Night and NOTHING had been completed - the rice wasnt cooked, the onde-onde still raw, the drinks ingredients still in their bottles and the chicken hadnt even been finished skewering yet. the guys were given the job of skewering the chicken and Kevin gaped, "omg why am i doing this, i'm not even part of the committee" and Naz was like, "dude, i'm not even Malaysian!" HAHAHAHA! awww, poor guys.
but it all got done in the end yay! and FOR ONCE, we had enough food to feed everyone (usually, food runs out abnormally quickly at our events) AND majority of the people loved the event too. :D seriously it was so awesome to see the 100-odd guests wallop our HARD-MADE food haha. the food ran out so fast, the committee had to keep some back on purpose in the kitchen just for ourselves so we could eat some too.
too few photos because (a) was too busy cooking in the afternoon and (b) having too much fun behind the scenes at Satay Night itself either serving food or hanging out with the other terrificooo cooks. :D
the kitchen at the back of Holmefield (this community centre which we rented for the event) where the committee's food was held back. can you see our SATAY! :D we had soooo much other stuff too yummers! think soya bean, cincau, roti jala (ohmigawd SO fucking awesome), nasi lemak, onde-onde, bubur kacang hijau, teh tarik... :D
cos we are fawesome satay cooks, yo! macam Pak Haji kat Kajang wtf. :D poor Kamal must have regretted sleeping over the night before. he literally woke up in the afternoon and was immediately posted on satay duty even though he wasn't meant to.
Hock with his food and the tshirt You Xin and i got him for his birthdayyy. woots!
Mama xrt500!
Nadia who swung by and helped out with our sambal for a bit. :) basically it was made way too spicy so she helped to tone down the level, like WAAAAY down haha. even then, all i could hear as i passed by people on my way out serving was panting at the spiciness HAHA! aiya whatever la, anak bangsa Malaysia okay wtf. :D
i love jasyau! :)))))
Malaysian Soc Committee 2008/2009. :)
okay dah. super late dah. CINNAMON ROLL PLEASEEEEE? *________*
i wanna go home. T_T my mom makes the BEST cinnamon rolls EVER. :D
sigh school just started today after my Reading Week and already i feel like going on holiday wtf. or least a cinnamon roll la wtf. :p
last Saturday the Malaysian Society here had its last big event - Satay Night! :) it's an annual thing where we cook up a storm and serve up makan-makan true-blue Malaysian style, yo! or at least we try hahaha. :p i'm so proud of us. the committee (and a few extra very helpful pairs of hands) spent the entire afternoon cooooooooooooooking. omg i dont believe i've ever turned up for a Malaysian Soc event not smelling of cooking. :p
Jenny and Thava making the satay. and that's not even a tenth of what we made haha. altogether we grilled about 800 sticks of satay - that's 10 kilos worth of chicken, yo. :O Jit and Jenny stayed up until 9am the night before cutting and marinating the chicken and making sambal for the nasi lemak. yes, we had nasi lemak! and our sambal was definitely good and spicyyyyyy. :D
more satay (!) and Kevin, who so nicely offered to come help cook, although he wasn't part of the committee. :) as you can see from the photo, he was clearly having fun wtf. :p
Naz (and part of Jenny wtf) making the onde-onde. hahaha kesian Naz la, he was like practically forced into helping cook as we used his house as a cooking station. and messed up the kitchen something terrible too oops. :p there was one point where all of us were super stressed out cos there were like two hours or something to Satay Night and NOTHING had been completed - the rice wasnt cooked, the onde-onde still raw, the drinks ingredients still in their bottles and the chicken hadnt even been finished skewering yet. the guys were given the job of skewering the chicken and Kevin gaped, "omg why am i doing this, i'm not even part of the committee" and Naz was like, "dude, i'm not even Malaysian!" HAHAHAHA! awww, poor guys.but it all got done in the end yay! and FOR ONCE, we had enough food to feed everyone (usually, food runs out abnormally quickly at our events) AND majority of the people loved the event too. :D seriously it was so awesome to see the 100-odd guests wallop our HARD-MADE food haha. the food ran out so fast, the committee had to keep some back on purpose in the kitchen just for ourselves so we could eat some too.
too few photos because (a) was too busy cooking in the afternoon and (b) having too much fun behind the scenes at Satay Night itself either serving food or hanging out with the other terrificooo cooks. :D
the kitchen at the back of Holmefield (this community centre which we rented for the event) where the committee's food was held back. can you see our SATAY! :D we had soooo much other stuff too yummers! think soya bean, cincau, roti jala (ohmigawd SO fucking awesome), nasi lemak, onde-onde, bubur kacang hijau, teh tarik... :D
cos we are fawesome satay cooks, yo! macam Pak Haji kat Kajang wtf. :D poor Kamal must have regretted sleeping over the night before. he literally woke up in the afternoon and was immediately posted on satay duty even though he wasn't meant to.
Hock with his food and the tshirt You Xin and i got him for his birthdayyy. woots!
Mama xrt500!
Nadia who swung by and helped out with our sambal for a bit. :) basically it was made way too spicy so she helped to tone down the level, like WAAAAY down haha. even then, all i could hear as i passed by people on my way out serving was panting at the spiciness HAHA! aiya whatever la, anak bangsa Malaysia okay wtf. :D
i love jasyau! :)))))
Malaysian Soc Committee 2008/2009. :)okay dah. super late dah. CINNAMON ROLL PLEASEEEEE? *________*
Saturday, November 21, 2009
.:Riverdance:.
i wish i could write like i used to. i was looking back at my old blog posts and marvelling at all those little sparks of inspiration that used to hit me then. what happened i dont know. all i know is that nothing hits me nowadays. i pulled this plastic sheet over my head to keep the world from hurting me and sometimes i wonder if that was the right decision.
its officially Saturday and there are so many things i want to do but have not done yet. so many things i wish to breathe but have not felt.
i just came back from the cinema where i was watching the trailers before the actual movie and was overtaken by a sudden longing for my life to be a movie, complete with background music and the sounds of footsteps tapping on a stone path.
have you ever gotten to the point where you just cannot move? you're stuck with your feet in the muddy mire and you are simply... stuck. and i try SO hard to move, believe me, i do. but i dont know if i'm afraid or lazy or plain fated because i cannot trudge out to the bank. all i do is stay knee-deep in brown murk and watch the autumn leaves blow past me through my hair.
everyone tells me to wait, it's not your time yet. enjoy what you have now. but all i want to do is MOVE. i go through the motions everyday hoping some spark of inspiration will strike me again but it never does. this static of uncertainty and hinges is not for me. i was never the ballerina en pointe.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
oh Pablo Neruda, how did you feel? how did you allow that intensity to engulf you?
i cant even write the saddest poem of all tonight because i'm not sad. but i'm not happy. but i am happy, and i am sad. i dont know what i am. i dont want to eat. i dont want to be hungry. i want to be thin but i eat cheese and sour cream with my rice. i know i should return my boots but i dont want to get on the bus to do it. i sit here typing this in my underwear with my makeup still on and the bathroom door half-open.
i want to get on a plane and fly out of here. i want to down tequila shots until i forget myself. its on nights like these i want to climb into my dinky little Proton and drive down the KL roads in the midst of the bright street lights and Jalan P. Ramlee partygoers with the latest overplayed pop single blasting from Hitz.fm. if i close my eyes tight enough, i can even feel the streaks of green and orange neon whiz past my cheeks.
sweep me off my feet. i was born to be a tap dancer.
its officially Saturday and there are so many things i want to do but have not done yet. so many things i wish to breathe but have not felt.
i just came back from the cinema where i was watching the trailers before the actual movie and was overtaken by a sudden longing for my life to be a movie, complete with background music and the sounds of footsteps tapping on a stone path.
have you ever gotten to the point where you just cannot move? you're stuck with your feet in the muddy mire and you are simply... stuck. and i try SO hard to move, believe me, i do. but i dont know if i'm afraid or lazy or plain fated because i cannot trudge out to the bank. all i do is stay knee-deep in brown murk and watch the autumn leaves blow past me through my hair.
everyone tells me to wait, it's not your time yet. enjoy what you have now. but all i want to do is MOVE. i go through the motions everyday hoping some spark of inspiration will strike me again but it never does. this static of uncertainty and hinges is not for me. i was never the ballerina en pointe.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
oh Pablo Neruda, how did you feel? how did you allow that intensity to engulf you?
i cant even write the saddest poem of all tonight because i'm not sad. but i'm not happy. but i am happy, and i am sad. i dont know what i am. i dont want to eat. i dont want to be hungry. i want to be thin but i eat cheese and sour cream with my rice. i know i should return my boots but i dont want to get on the bus to do it. i sit here typing this in my underwear with my makeup still on and the bathroom door half-open.
i want to get on a plane and fly out of here. i want to down tequila shots until i forget myself. its on nights like these i want to climb into my dinky little Proton and drive down the KL roads in the midst of the bright street lights and Jalan P. Ramlee partygoers with the latest overplayed pop single blasting from Hitz.fm. if i close my eyes tight enough, i can even feel the streaks of green and orange neon whiz past my cheeks.
sweep me off my feet. i was born to be a tap dancer.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
.:Indent:.
there is nothing like waking up in the morning to the smell of brewing coffee. sharp, bitter, distinguished. it touches through the air like a dimple in your cheek when you smile at the sun.
i just got back from the BEST weekend ever in London, although perhaps J might beg to differ hahahah. ;p Breakfast at Tiffany's (although the play turned out to be shit and i dont mean the shit), brandy wine and vodka, cupcakes, Oxford Street, Ben's Cookies (can i get a hell yeah!), lamp-gazing, pillow-talk, "enlightening" male conversations (three steps forward, one step back wtf HAHAH - sorry, inside joke), icecream, Bejeweled Blitz, French dinners and blowjobs, chicken rendang, Euston and Waterloo, and lots of unpretentiousness.
the only dim spot in the entire weekend was the fact that i brought my camera with no memory card inside. -_-"
but its okay cos i'll be back wtf. like Arnold Schwarzenegger wtf.
i have laundry churning in the laundry room outside my window and soon i will have fresh pillowcases and underwear and then it'll be dinnertime and maybe i'll cook pasta and watch some Gossip Girl. the gym can wait wtf. :p
i feel like a latte sometimes.
i just got back from the BEST weekend ever in London, although perhaps J might beg to differ hahahah. ;p Breakfast at Tiffany's (although the play turned out to be shit and i dont mean the shit), brandy wine and vodka, cupcakes, Oxford Street, Ben's Cookies (can i get a hell yeah!), lamp-gazing, pillow-talk, "enlightening" male conversations (three steps forward, one step back wtf HAHAH - sorry, inside joke), icecream, Bejeweled Blitz, French dinners and blowjobs, chicken rendang, Euston and Waterloo, and lots of unpretentiousness.
the only dim spot in the entire weekend was the fact that i brought my camera with no memory card inside. -_-"
but its okay cos i'll be back wtf. like Arnold Schwarzenegger wtf.
i have laundry churning in the laundry room outside my window and soon i will have fresh pillowcases and underwear and then it'll be dinnertime and maybe i'll cook pasta and watch some Gossip Girl. the gym can wait wtf. :p
i feel like a latte sometimes.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
.:Toe-Prints:.
You are beautiful beyond description
Too marvelous for words
Too wonderful of comprehension
Like nothing ever seen or heard
Who can grasp you infinite wisdom
Who can fathom the depth of your love
You are beautiful beyond description
Majesty enthroned above
And I stand, I stand in awe of you
I stand, I stand in awe of you
Holy God to whom all praise is due
I stand in awe of you.
Too marvelous for words
Too wonderful of comprehension
Like nothing ever seen or heard
Who can grasp you infinite wisdom
Who can fathom the depth of your love
You are beautiful beyond description
Majesty enthroned above
And I stand, I stand in awe of you
I stand, I stand in awe of you
Holy God to whom all praise is due
I stand in awe of you.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
.:And the Politics of Change:.
t-t-t-t-tap. t-t-t-t-tchah. i told you i was okay but i lied. mince pies and Jimmy Choos. it's cold outside, Heathcliff.
Sunday, November 08, 2009
.:On a High:.
seriously, Cheok Li Peng, it really is time for you to stop gallivanting about town blowing unnecessary money on parma ham and pear salads (OMG SO GOOD BTW) and cheap 99p glasses of wine and sit down to STUDY. wtf i have SO much work to do, its crazy. i dont know why some people think that the workload hasnt upped because I THINK IT DEFINITELY HAS, PEOPLE. T_______T
and the thing is i feel guilty if i go out, so i stay in my room SUPPOSEDLY to work la. but then when i stay in my room all i do is PROCRASTINATE. and by procrastinate, i mean play Bejeweled Blitz on facebook and... eat. T__________________T i've barely been awake three hours and i've already consumed about 700 calories. T____T i was going to go to the gym too but then i put on my sports bra, checked the temperature, decided it was too cold to trek all the way there and ate a Cadbury chocolate finger wtf. +_+
hahaha last Thursday was Guy Fawkes Night and a few of us wanted to go into town to catch the fireworks. i was really excited cos previously all i've seen was either just from campus or i missed them completely (god knows what i was doing last year wtf). so i was like YAY FIREWORKS and had all these visions in my mind of colourful sparks exploding in the air.
in the end, we saw jackshit. -_-"
we HEARD the fireworks going off but we didnt SEE any wuwuwu. T___T we were running about everywhere going like, OMG I THINK ITS COMING FROM HERE. NO HERE. NO HERE. like bunnies going after a carrot on a string wtf. T___________T
so instead we took photos to make it SEEM like we had an awesome, crazy, drunken night out lolsss wtf.
hahahaha thats Max passed out on the ground after our wild night out wtf.
check out them brilliant fireworks in the sky, yo! :O:O:O
Jenny (Jae wtf) withdrawing extra cash COS WE SPENT IT ALL ON ALCOHOL WHOOOO!
hahahah some random sign in some random person's house window wtf. exciting!
in the end we gave up looking for fireworks and bonfires and decided to drive off to Morrisons to buy our own!
we bought champagne and went off to this cow field near campus to set them off and have a brilliant colourful night with pretty bubbly champagne instead!
hahaha Momo and Max full of excitement!
hahaha but omg would you believe it. we paid 30 pounds and this was the most exciting of our fireworks:
HAHAHAHA wtfffff. the whole situation was just so bad it was funny. i mean, seriously. a muddy cow field at midnight with bad fireworks and cheap alcohol. lol!
ended the night at Efes, this late-night takeaway place, which like all student staples, is really greasy and shit but thriving for chips and a horror movie at Max's. :p
hahahaha! aww good times. :) seriously, it was one of those nights which are so bad they turn out fun. ;)
okay now back to the books! but craving cheesy chips. +_+ HOW NOW, BROWN COW!
and the thing is i feel guilty if i go out, so i stay in my room SUPPOSEDLY to work la. but then when i stay in my room all i do is PROCRASTINATE. and by procrastinate, i mean play Bejeweled Blitz on facebook and... eat. T__________________T i've barely been awake three hours and i've already consumed about 700 calories. T____T i was going to go to the gym too but then i put on my sports bra, checked the temperature, decided it was too cold to trek all the way there and ate a Cadbury chocolate finger wtf. +_+
hahaha last Thursday was Guy Fawkes Night and a few of us wanted to go into town to catch the fireworks. i was really excited cos previously all i've seen was either just from campus or i missed them completely (god knows what i was doing last year wtf). so i was like YAY FIREWORKS and had all these visions in my mind of colourful sparks exploding in the air.
in the end, we saw jackshit. -_-"
we HEARD the fireworks going off but we didnt SEE any wuwuwu. T___T we were running about everywhere going like, OMG I THINK ITS COMING FROM HERE. NO HERE. NO HERE. like bunnies going after a carrot on a string wtf. T___________T
so instead we took photos to make it SEEM like we had an awesome, crazy, drunken night out lolsss wtf.
hahahaha thats Max passed out on the ground after our wild night out wtf.
check out them brilliant fireworks in the sky, yo! :O:O:O
Jenny (Jae wtf) withdrawing extra cash COS WE SPENT IT ALL ON ALCOHOL WHOOOO!
hahahah some random sign in some random person's house window wtf. exciting!in the end we gave up looking for fireworks and bonfires and decided to drive off to Morrisons to buy our own!
we bought champagne and went off to this cow field near campus to set them off and have a brilliant colourful night with pretty bubbly champagne instead!
hahaha Momo and Max full of excitement!
hahaha but omg would you believe it. we paid 30 pounds and this was the most exciting of our fireworks:
HAHAHAHA wtfffff. the whole situation was just so bad it was funny. i mean, seriously. a muddy cow field at midnight with bad fireworks and cheap alcohol. lol!
ended the night at Efes, this late-night takeaway place, which like all student staples, is really greasy and shit but thriving for chips and a horror movie at Max's. :p
hahahaha! aww good times. :) seriously, it was one of those nights which are so bad they turn out fun. ;)okay now back to the books! but craving cheesy chips. +_+ HOW NOW, BROWN COW!
Monday, November 02, 2009
.:Boo:.
i think you're pretty
i think you're smart
i think you're funny
i love your heart.
i think you're smooth
i think you're cool
i think you're charming
i think you rule.
i like you when you cross your eyes
i like you when you muss your hair
i like you when you touch your toes
i love you when you show you care.
but most of all i think it's this
that absolute dazzling wonderful bliss
when we run and twirl and jump and twist
and together-gether we just is.
i think you're smart
i think you're funny
i love your heart.
i think you're smooth
i think you're cool
i think you're charming
i think you rule.
i like you when you cross your eyes
i like you when you muss your hair
i like you when you touch your toes
i love you when you show you care.
but most of all i think it's this
that absolute dazzling wonderful bliss
when we run and twirl and jump and twist
and together-gether we just is.