Simplification: A Little Says A Lot

I was in queue to get fried oyster. It's one of those incredibly popular stalls at the hawker centre, so there was a high influx of customers. They came in, well, all shapes, colours [(!!) I mean the clothes eh...] and sizes.

So to keep sane and keep track of the takeout orders, the hawkers developed their own system of symbols to match customers with their respective orders. With a humble ball-point pen, they do a quick visual scan of the customer and scribble on the takeout styrofoam box:

Aww, isn't that bloody cute?! The angel-in-trouble smiley face is so accidental that it makes me happy. It's accidental things like that that truly constitutes 'happy' design. 

So I dissect the ball-point scribble:

Incredible, incredible, incredible! And very clever too! Gender wise, I feel strongly that it's 'M vs. W' rather than 'M vs F'. Man vs. Woman; not Male vs. Female.

The letter 'F' is a hindrance to scribble. 'W' makes for much easier scribbling. Plus, 'W' makes the smiley face smile, don't you think?!

Let's Whoop And Cheer And Make Noise

My 24-year-old ass-for-a-bro, I repeat, TWENTY-FUCKING-FOUR-FUCKING-YEAR-OLD brother(why we're blood-related is beneath me) needs to grow up, pronto.

First of all, he fucking bastard me for smoking. It was one fine Sunday morning when I let my guard down and he happened to be there at the right time to catch me smoking.

He stared at me in the eye. May I remind you, I don't talk to him, I don't look at him, I don't bother about him. Basically, I just cannot give two hoots about him. Talk about brotherly love! LOL.

So first he stared, then he started grinning slyly. And then, O M F G, the asshole started whooping and clapping! He immediately proceeded to call my mother on the phone.

I have to say, there's nothing like news for busting someone to bring two cold war parties together! My brother and mother were kinda in the middle of their usual cold war, and suddenly they're talking?!

For a fact, I know my brother smokes too. I've personally witnessed him smoking in public and what do I do? Do I go squealing to my mommy? No, I don't. Do I clap my hands in glee and whoop like a monkey? No, I don't.

Today, the asshole mopped the floor. I was in the room sleeping, recuperating from last night's partying. All I have to say is, thank goodness I was done resting when he mopped the room floor, because he made such a din! Yeah, I know, right? Since when is mopping the floor a noisy affair?

There is a drawer bed underneath me, and the mattress on the drawer makes funny noises. There's something cranky with the spring coils, so when you move on the mattress, the coils make squeaky, snappy sounds.

The fucking asshole enjoyed mopping under the bed the most 'cause that's where he gets to make most noise. He pulled out the drawer bed, sat cross-legged on it, and being the circus monkey that he is, starts humping the mattress(!!), in effort to make as much noise as possible.

He plunged the mop under the bed, deliberately knocking the handle of the mop against the bed frame. So he went, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock...

And when he was done, he haphazardly pushes the drawer bed in, bumping it hard on the bed frame many times. That of course, sent shock waves to me, who was unfortunately sleeping on the bed.

And the whole time, the ghastly fluorescent light was on! The one thing I can't stand most is when I have light in my eyes when I sleep.

After all his circus monkey tricks, I woke up and went to the kitchen for some dinner. I felt incredibly bored. It wasn't a good circus show at all.

That monkey needs a great deal of growing up. And I think I've said that 2 years ago too.

Sia Furler

“The Girl You Lost To Cocaine” by Sia Furler. I first listened to the Stonebridge vocal remix though. Love it, love it, love it.

And whether you like it or not, I'm fucking ecstatic because Sia's gay! Haha! I have an inborn penchant for lesbian vocalists! Tell me I'm deluded, but I strongly think lesbians make great musicians! 

Sia came out as lesbian on AfterEllen.com; article here.

P.S. Did you see her goofy moves while grooving to the music? Adorable!

P.P.S Sigh, Season 5 of The L Word wraps up with it's finale. Plenty of questions left unanswered. There's like 8 more months before the 6th and final season starts. I don't know what else to watch online anymore. Suggestions?

The Righteous Will Inherit The Land And Dwell In It Forever

It's a lazy Saturday morning, I'm surfing some brainless, vapid stuff on the Net while blasting off music and there's a knock at the door.

They always say, do not open doors to strangers. But what they say precisely not to do, I do it. 

At first I was greeted by nothingness. I thought it might be some neighbourhood pranksters playing the fool, but then a middle-aged couple appeared. (They later introduced themselves as Mr. Aw and Mdm. Tan.)

So they started with small, casual talk, making me comfortable. Then the asked the most random question: “Have you thought about your life, your future?”

WTF?! It's a late and lazy morning and my brain's not recharged. And yet, they shot me with the most profound question. For a moment, I stood there dumbfounded, hemming and hawing away. 

Not long after, I found myself telling them about my definitive career path in the creative industry. I think they got taken aback because that wasn't the answer they were looking for. Because as 'volunteers' from wherever they're from, they're more looking for answers along the line of: “I haven't thought about my life or future! I just study and work and make money and retire. My life is mundane and routine,”

All right, they heard about my life's calling and they were glad and supportive. Then somehow or other, Mr. Aw started talking about global warming and terrorism. He started talking about how volatile the world is, how Beijing and Japan would sink into the oceans due to global warming, how terrorism is an imminent threat and WHAT I WAS GOING TO DO ABOUT IT.

He stressed that these were matters of grave concern and that I should give my future a thought while factoring in the aforementioned matters.

The whole time, I was dying to ask for which organisation they were representing, because to have people knocking on doors on a lazy morning asking spiritual questions is slightly out of line. My doubts were more or less cleared up when Mr. Aw whipped out the Bible.

Referring to Psalm 37, which is a poem with many stanzas, Mr Aw. showed me a few stanzas and how they correlate to the things he had said.

11th stanza: But the meek will inherit the land and enjoy great peace

38th stanza: But all sinners will be destroyed;...

“Sinners including terrorists, murderers and criminals...” Mr. Aw explained.

29th stanza: The righteous will inherit the land and dwell in it forever

Okay, Mr. Aw reads this stanza and stops short at 'it', which I suppose was cue for me to complete the sentence for him by saying 'forever.' But I think I gave him the what?!-can't-you-read-no-more look! Haha!...

Okay, so the stress point was on FOREVER. The act of living forever. Growing old, but staying youthful, living FOREVER.

He asked me what I thought of eternal life. I said that I didn't really have much solid opinion on that.

So he asked if I'd like eternal life. Stump me once; stump me twice...

He asked if it was possible to live forever. Stump me twice; stump me thrice...

Sheesh, I suppose it was excruciating for me, hence it became excruciating for them as well. I might deduce that they were looking for answers like, “Yes, I'd love to live forever, growing old, but staying youthful. Eternal life is like a dream!”

Because Mr. Aw and Mdm. Tan were quick to presume that eternal life comes across as an unachievable dream to me. But fact is, I've got no bloody opinion on that!

They left shortly after, stressing how I should give my life and future much serious thought.

“Thank you Mr. Kang, we'll talk to you again,”

All riiiiiiight...

There's Hope

Did some quiz thingy from Sheryl's blog; basically just writing people and song names in 11 numbered slots and they later correlate the numbers to make sense of what you filled in.

I'm not going into details, just summarising and going straight to the point.

Under numbers 10 and 11, I filled up the song titles 'Without You' and 'There's Hope' respectively. Turns out, the song title in number 10 reveals what's on my mind, and that in number 11 reflects on my view of life.

I'm Without You, but There's Hope to life.

ZOMG. They don't call it 'scarily' true for nothing, I guess.

Good, hopeful song from India Arie anyways. “There's Hope,”:

Do Not Spook Thyself Out

I got home tonight, all hot and sweaty from the weather. They say it's cooler at night, but I find myself perspiring even more at night! A short walk from say, Heeren Shops to Far East Plaza leaves me perspiring like a pig! I need to do something about my hyperactive sweat glands. My mother says that acupuncture can fix the excessive sweating.

Anyways, my bandana-turned-headband* was horrendously half-soaked with icky perspiration and I didn't have the conscience to leave it overnight for bacteria to fester, so I washed it briefly.

(*I got 3 new bandanas from Lips Enterprise; and you didn't hear it from me, but I paid S$8 for 3 of 'em. I don't really care what people say/perceive/notion-conceive, I'm into wearing bandanas. I think it's alleged evidence from a fashion crime scene, but hey, criminals CAN be GOOD people too, you know.

Because I don't have money for proper clothes, I've decided to just jazz up and accessorise. And the square piece of cloth happens to be ultra versatile, making it the ultimate accessory for me. Bandana, check. Neckerchief, check. Headband, check. Wristband, check. À la-Boy-Scout scarf, check.

Lastly, it's not WHAT you wear; it's HOW you wear it.)

So I wrung the cloth dry and seeing how it's night and no one airs their laundry out anymore, I took the liberty to flick the excess water from the cloth out the kitchen window.

Then I recalled someone saying that, superstitiously speaking, airing laundry out at night will attract some form of spirit. And I immediately regretted my actions. What I did was equivalent to airing laundry out, right?

As soon as I was consumed with regret, somewhere downstairs, a dog barks.

A. DOG. BARKS.

And we all know how dogs have the extra-perception towards all things paranormal, right? *shudders*

I stood still 2 metres from the kitchen window, looking out into the night, half-expecting something to rise from the dark.

Get On Your Verve!

Are you on VerveEarth yet?

三分钟热度

从小，我妈就说我做事只靠三分钟热度。

Sorry, I am unable to continue in Chinese. But I'm still getting credit for effort, right? I'm game to speak Mandrin and use the Chinese language, okay! People say I 吃马铃薯(jiak kan tang) doesn't mean I don't acknowledge my Chinese roots lor. Just that I'm more fluent with English.

So I'm talking about short-lived enthusiasm now. And as I was saying, my mother says that I have short-lived enthusiasm, especially when I was much younger.

Like the time when I used to buy origami papers like my life depended on it; I mean, they were dirt cheap back in the days, so it didn't really hurt the meagre primary school allowance lah, huh. Paper cranes, paper tulips, paper ball(you puff the folded structure up into a cube-ish looking 'ball') and of course that silly contraption you play with both index fingers and thumbs? The mouth-like thingy you can open and close and stuff.

Oh, then I think the origami square papers went a bit out of fashion, and I moved on to elongated strips of paper—making stars and hearts. Hey, they were 3D okay, it was so much fun back then. I remember chucking out huge containers of stars, hearts and mini-cranes.

Moving on, remember the long and thin straws that were supposed to glow-in-the-dark? You make plastic straw roses outta them. Oh, and sometimes straw stars. Then somehow the hobby kinda dissolved lah. I guess things do get boring and monotonous if they become routine.

So short-lived enthusiasm? I'd probably say it is. Say I'm dismissing the fact, running away from it or feigning ignorance, but why can't it mean that I liked trying new things? I suppose curiosity led me to doing new stuff every now and then, which, as a result, appeared that I have short-lived enthusiasm.

Till now, though, I find myself needing to break monotony as day to day routine really kills me. It's nice to look back and find similarities. Makes me feel more whole. Haha!... You know, at least now I know the三分种热度didn't come from nowhere. Plus, dang!, I've been bloody craft-y since young. It's in my blood to be incredibly hands-on(literally) in everything.

I Can't Stop Cooking

Nowadays, I cannot stop cooking! I realised that cooking makes me feel good. I mean, I would love to shop for clothes, but without money coming in, I can only deal with the current situation lor.

I think shopping in general is therapeutic, regardless it being fashion, food, gadgets, whatnots. And since my budget is tight, grocery shopping seems to be my only viable way out.

I fucking enjoy going to supermarkets. I know I get better deals and better quality at the wet market 5 minutes away from home, but somehow, I can't find the courage to rub shoulders with fishy-smelling aunties and sweaty uncles. In my head, I always have the scene of me grocery shopping at the wet market, being all friendly and casual with the uncle at the vegetable store, the auntie at the poultry store and the lovely couple at the seafood store. I get courage through that, but when it comes down to the actual thing, I chicken out and retreat to shopping at the supermarket instead.

Okay, and with the new kitchen utensils I got from Ikea, I'm simply enthused and revved up to cook up a storm over and over again! I've never really been happy with my kitchen, main peeve being the lack of counter space, but we deal, we deal, right? My mother says I complain too much. Some things I can't help lah, huh. Just have to make do with.

I made especially good friends with the S$3.90 frying pan. DIRT CHEAP SIAH! $3.90 for a frying pan leh! And since I finally got a frying pan, I instinctively wanted to make pancakes. I'm not too sure if I were that big on EATING it, but I knew for sure I was damned into MAKING it.

Therefore, for a week, I flipped and flipped and flipped pancakes day and night! Damn, it was fun. Just the frying pan, butter, pancake mix and me. No spatula or other hand-held utensils. I remember watching Surreal Gourmet and Yan Can Cook flipping stuff in a pan and they provided tips and all, so I was dying to try flipping pancakes myself.

The first couple of times were pretty bad, but nothing like having pancakes stuck to the ceiling or pancakes all over the kitchen tiles lah! Just pancakes with anomalies. I learnt that you should just be gung ho and toss lor. And I have to say, for a person like me with exceptionally trashy aiming skills, I did exceedingly well having the pancake land in the middle of the pan. Most times, at least.

The first few batches I had my pancakes with bananas. Then I had them with strawberries. It's fun having to slice things up too. And with the new knife set from Ikea, I just try and find any possible excuse to use the knives. I've never had a bread knife at home ever, so when preparing for Kalis' bday brunch picnic, I derived so much joy from cutting up 2 loaves of bread into small squares! Hahaha!...

I was basically living my kitchen fantasies lah, huh.

Jung Personality Test

As of today, my results are as such:

ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population.

Free Jung Personality Test (similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)

I Went A-Walking Again

Checked into a chalet last weekend with my second aunt and cousin Sheryl. First we went grocery shopping at Sheng Shiong at Bedok Central.

The long line of grocery and long receipt. And there were only 3 of us and all that stuff. It's really a curse lah. No matter how hard we try not to buy too much groceries, we always end up buying a lot of groceries!

The middle of one of the nights. I stayed up for a lot of the nights, I kinda lost the sense of time. There wasn't a distinct Friday, Saturday nor Sunday. It made me realise the fluidity of time.

I was working on a mini-project for Kalis. I was making a simple typographic image for her birthday gift. Since she turns twenty, it's no longer teenage years for her.

A while ago, I mindmapped for a bit and thought a witty tag line would be quite interesting. So I came up with 'Did You Leave Your Teens Behind?' It was all kinda random, but when it hit me, I felt I should very much stick to it.

WooHoo!~ I love kerning! Haha! I've got a thing for manual kerning. The computer can auto-kern for me, but there's no fun in that, is there? 

You know, a simple typo-image like that, anyone can simply go straight to the computer and type it in, blow it up and print it out in 2 flat hours. But I took a leisure pace of 2 weeks for everything!

First off, it was important to be sincere. The computer tends to make things a little mundane, rushed and somewhat unthoughtful.

Second, I enjoy tracing letters, fiddling with a copier, and slicing paper. 

The whole process was manual. I hand-traced individual letters to form words, blew the image up on a copier, then sliced every single letter out of coloured paper and eventually sticking down the individual letters on the A2 art card.

So it was full of MY enthusiasm, MY effort and MY sincerity.

Then came Sunday where we all had a picnic to celebrate Kalis' birthday. I lugged a shitload of stuff to the Botanic Gardens okay! Thank goodness I had Hairianto to help carry some stuff. The easel itself was plenty heavy already!

Yeah, an easel to a picnic! I just had this crazy thought that we had to have a banner of sorts. So in the end I came up with the frame idea.

So we set up on the lawn while I told Kalis she should just wait at the gate. Then when该上的都上，该下的都下(meaning everything in place), I told her to walk in, edge the Swan Lake, and she will not for her life miss seeing us.

We were one of the few picnics on the vast open lawn. There was no way she could miss us. Plus I had the sign up with the slogan screaming out into the open. Even if she didn't see us, she would have seen the frame.

I Went A-Walking

One of the first prominent trees that 'talked' to me. It's true that trees can talk, you know. I just thought that this tree looked a lot like me; not physically and superficially of course. It stood there tall and alone, which is kinda like me.

Then while being in solitude, the fucking love birds decided to rub it in my faces. Yeah, I know I'm alone and all, I just don't need any reminders, much less from a pair of swans. And why is it that I find them not all that pretty and graceful as believed in general? Plus they make this weird cackled squawks that aren't all that graceful...

It's nice how the droplets catch the setting light. But of course I didn't quite achieve the desirable effect lah. I just know I'll have plenty of fun if I had a DSLR camera. But hey, gimme points for effort lah...

The pretty shrubs the love birds like to hang out under. Nature does have the best colour sense. I like.

Then there's this partially drenched mynah perched on a drain-cap(??) acting majestic. Come on lah, you're a fucking mynah and you're drenched. Act what majestic?!

Another random, pointless shot. I like the colours. Nature has the best colour combinations.

That just kinda sums up my walk in the Botanic Gardens.

P.S. I know this post slightly messed up aesthetically. I know, what's up with the blue first paragraph anyway, right? But I'm too lazy to source for the errors and correcting them. I used Photobucket to host my images for the first time. 

“You Wan Buy PlastiCKbag At 10¢ Each?”

Okay, first things first, my mistake. I don't think peaches are quite in. But I still like the colour, so I'm just gonna continue wearing my peach-coloured tee.

And also, to say I love pink is misleading because it comes across as being princess-y. I love MAGENTA, instead.

So back to my main point:

I went shopping at Ikea Tampines today. I had no idea they were literal in stating that it's a 'self-serve' kinda thing. So much so that I didn't feel quite served as a customer, therefore not much customer service to talk about. And having close-to-none customer service is much worse than having bad customer service.

So I toted their ghastly yellow trashy Ikea shopping bag and plonked in quite a few items: knives and glassware and pots and pans and such(I said cooking is the in thing, right?!).

At check-out, I heaved the ghastly bag onto the conveyor belt. Then the nice cashier told me, “You have to take the items out of the bag,”

Okay... But it really wouldn't hurt for her to take it out herself right? It's not THAT many items in my bag... Then I think I caught a glimpse of a notice stating that we should place our items so that the barcode faces the cashier. Perhaps to ensure efficient check-out flow. But for God's sake!, do I really have to arrange every item so that the freaking UPC stares dead in the cashier's face?!

Then she asks the golden question, “You wan buy plastiCKbag at 10¢ each?” (Word for word, okay! Silent 't', strong 'ck'. And yeah, plastiCKbag is ONE fucking word, kays?)

At first I was taken aback by her question. I thought, “What audacity!” But I replied, “Yeah, sure!”

Then she fucking chuck the plastiCKbag at me! I came to the startling realisation that I had to even pack my own shit... 我靠！then她站在那边摆美啊？！呸！人也不美咯！… 烦leh！

(Translation: Dang! Then what the fuck is she there for?! For ornamental purposes? *spits* Hardly ornate at all! 'Tis a frustrating thing.)

OMG, since I paid electronically, I was thinking I should probably swipe my own card, key my PIN and complete the transaction myself since they're so adamant on* the self-serve policy. Heck, I want to be the one scanning my items too! Then the cashier can just sit and watch while acting ornate(keyword is 'act'. Which suggests the non-existence of beauty and the need to feign).

I mean, company policies aside, out of good will, she could have at least helped me to pack my barang-barang right? Plus it's freaking Monday for God's sake! Can you imagine the crowd at check-out?! Well, by right you shouldn't be able to because there is N O N E. It's so bloody desolate that most of the cashiers end up 打苍蝇而已…

So I only had to assume that she'd rather swat flies than help me pack my stuff...

*P.S. On a total unrelated note, wrong usage of word with 'adamant'. Remember how we should all be advocates of good English? Okay, 'adamant' used in the right context. Just that you are adamant about something. Not adamant on something. Kays?

“I Only Know How To Style Funky,”

Fucking cheebye, I'm in a very foul mood because I got my hair cut.

I wanted a clean silhouette and she fucking go spike it up despite the hair being long and unspikeable. I asked for the length to be retained and I think she freaked out inside. Apparently, she 'dunno' how to cut long-ish haircuts.

But then I've seen her cut girls' hair, so I don't see why she can't handle long-ish hair on a guy's head. I think she's caught up in her own misconception that guy's hair should be short and funky. Nabeh cheebye lah...

Then she explained incoherently what she wanted to do to my hair and I let her cut it anyways. Gosh, kinda dumb on my part, right? I didn't have the balls to reject her, so fuck me lah! Sheesh...

I have not much idea what she did, but she just sliced and sliced and sliced and in the end, I didn't quite like it. 'Asymmetrical' is the buzzword for hairstyles now and asymmetrical was definitely what I got.

But my fucking hairstyle is not balanced at all! 

Symmetry VS Asymmetry. 

Balanced VS Unbalanced.

Two fucking clear factors; can never afford to get mixed up. In every asymmetrical form, there must be the balance aspect. Asymmetry DOES NOT mean unbalanced!

I'm so fucking miffed. I don't know what to do with my hair now. Lost so much volume from her slicing too. Bleargh...

I need to switch stylist, pronto.

We Are Good People

Good people do good things whereas bad people do bad things.

But many a time, we forget that good people are capable of doing BAD things and bad people, likewise, are capable of doing GOOD things.

So are you good or bad?

I would like to think that people are inherently good. 'Bad' is merely personal jurisdiction, therefore highly judgmental.

Maybe we should all be less judgmental...

Little Boxes

OMG, it's stuck in my head but I kinda enjoy it. It's one of those songs that doesn't really end, so you can sing it in a loop for as long as you like. In fact, I had so much fun singing it non-stop for 20 minutes just now! I love the song and I love the show!

Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky tacky, little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same; There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one, and they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same...

Too Cool To Cook?

Face it, you better learn a thing or two about cooking because cooking is the in thing to do! Haha!..

Recently, I officially quit my part-time job at Eng Wah Cinemas. I signed some papers and took the liberty to take a look at my job application form which I filled in back in December 2004. It's bloody freaky how time flies, huh?

2004... when I was 16? Sorry, lazy to do the math and I can't instantly recall. Okay, just to digress a bit, I can never do mental sums anymore. It's irritating some times, but I'm cool with it lah. Ever since choosing the design path, I find it impossible to do maths. I'm just not good with numbers. I'm much better with words.

So back to the application form from 2004; under 'HOBBIES' I wrote 'cooking'. I cracked up immediately after reading it. I felt really silly. Why the fuck would I put cooking as a HOBBY?! Folly of youth?

Okay, if you think it rationally, it's not all that funny nor foolish lah, huh. Cooking is indeed a fun thing to do. From the grocery shopping to the final dinner-on-the-table, what's there not to enjoy?

In fact, you know what? I LOVE COOKING!

I'm just really sorry I don't have much photos nowadays. They say a picture paints a thousand words, but I don't really have a thousand words for you to paint a picture, do I? Just make do with the average 300 words, okay? Plus I believe in painting a picture WITH words, so stop bloody complaining.

Furthermore, if I were to have food in front of me, taking a good photo of it is the LAST thing on my mind.

I marinated 2 kilograms of chicken wings couple of days back with my own secret recipe and it lasted me 2 full days. I love chicken wings and fuck, I make good chicken wings, whether you like it or not.

I don't remember how I came to my own secret marinate recipe. But if I were to guess, it'll probably be because I learnt it from my aunt? Cousin Sheryl's mother. I mean, she showed me the basic stuff to add, and I think from there, I intuitively added my own secret ingredient(s). And voila! I make good wings.

I know the barbecued wings from the hawker centre taste fantastic too! They've always got that crispy skin and juicy insides. It recently dawned on me how they do it.

The 'factory' cooks the wings on skewers in bulk. So your wings at this stage are already cooked, with an even brown tan. But the skin's not crispy yet. Then the 'factory' workers then deliver the cooked wings to the stall. When the order comes in, the sweaty uncle(um, just a stereotype) flames the cooked-wings-on-skewers over a blazing open flame(at least he's got a reason to be sweaty right? And the flame probably kills all the germs in his sweat that splatters onto the wings while cooking lah, huh?). The sweaty uncle flames and chars the wings, till the skin becomes dry but crispy.

Nobody likes mushy wings. Soft mushy skin and succulent insides. I cannot understand why people like to eat the skin on a steamed chicken. Tastes like fatty jelly; makes me throw up.

Oh, I'm also very good with potatoes. I make kick-ass skin-on mashed potatoes. Also kinda like my own recipe, but I think it's rather giveaway on how to make CREAM-y mash, right?

You watch enough Jamie Oliver, Martha Stewart, Surreal Gourmet, Yan Can Cook, Ching's Kitchen, Nigella Lawson, etc and you naturally have the intuition as to what works and what doesn't.

And I always eat my mash with broccoli. Firstly because I like broccoli. Secondly because I like the colour of the broccoli when it get blanched. And thirdly because it just tastes good. Duh.

I'm not a fancy chef lah, just simple home kitchen kinda cook. I do not sauté nor do I julienne. I just chop and mix and dunk. Common sense should suffice and anyone can be a cook!

I live to eat. Once again, no photos because when you're busy cooking, you do not bother to take photos since all you're thinking about is the final destination. And when you're at the final destination, you still don't take photos because all you can think about is savouring your masterpiece with relish.

Weeds

I've kinda started watching Weeds online. Thought it to be not bad at all.

Links here.

Nails, X, Hair, Bengs and Lians

Okay, okay, random things:

I've started to bite my nails again because they were getting long and in the way. For example, I cannot shampoo my hair in peace without accidentally scratching the scalp with the nails. Also, don't you find it gross how quickly and efficiently the nails trap dirt? To fuck with scrubbing underneath the nails. I need simplification, not complication.

And surprisingly, the nails grow fast. I cannot clip my nails for nuts. The non-power hand with the nail clipper is a sad sight. I also find it hard to figure out the perfect shape to trip the nails! Do they just go straight across or do I clip them along a curve?! Bloody distressing! I cannot do that on a weekly basis! Simplification...

I realised biting is the best way to go. You get the joy from indulging in a supposedly bad habit and your nails get trimmed(well, truthfully, more like mowed than trimmed).

Hairianto says I bite my nails because I'm still trying to get out of a relationship. He says I bite my nails because of that one person.

Hell yes, for one person, and that person is myself. I don't know.

I find the nail biting more like closure from the relationship!

Okay, who am I kidding, I don't think I've gotten completely over the whole thing yet. It was just one conversation with Hairianto that I realised, “Fuck, I'm so not over X!”

Sure I say I'm over things, but somehow or other, I'm really not! Hush, hush! Confession here!!

Okay, since we're on that note, I told Kalis I had a V Day date and she flipped. But then 2 weeks before V Day itself, my date dissolved, so we're kinda back to square one eh?

Yeah, it just dissolved! You know, dates come in dissolvable form now? It makes things SO much easier you would not believe it. Gives you that much more room for experimentation. I mean, once you're bored toying with it, you just mix it in water and it dissolves!

I'm so fucking broke I don't have money for a haircut. The wind blows and I have hair all over my face. I hate it; gotta bloody sweep it out of the face. You know, I really have better things to than that. Simplification.

At home, I just tie my hair to death. How to tie your hair to death? You tie the top. You tie the back. The sides just got long enough to irritate your face, so you tie both the sides. So basically I look like fuck at home.

Talking about looking like fuck...

Last Friday, FINALLY went out to party the night away! So I was at Bugis in the evening and got disturbed by a group of cheena Bengs and Lians.

Unfortunately at the up-riding escalator, I was sandwiched between the Lians(front) and the Bengs(back).

Beng excitedly exclaims to the 2 Lians in front, “Hey, hey! Look, look, look!”

Immediately I knew, the fucker was talking about me. I'm terribly sorry that I had a tad more fashion sense and dressed up a bit. And I admit my dress sense was more on the acquired-taste side, but hey, doesn't mean I looked like fuck...

So the Lians, lost in their pink-bling-bling-studded-on-with-cheap-glue-mandopop-tunes-blaring clamshell phones, ignored their Beng friend. The Beng urgently exclaimed 2 more times.

I turned a steely glare to him, then to the Lians.

The Beng then said loudly to his friend, “Eh, I think you should dress like shit also!”

Tsktsk, they're not cheena Bengs and Lians for nothing, I guess. We should just live and let live. I wasn't bitchy at that moment 'cause I was alone, so I didn't really have a comeback. But hey, they're so beneath my anyways. Why would I want to associate myself with them?

The Beng who insulted me looked like fuck himself, so I didn't know where he was coming from. I suppose he just enjoyed disturbing people who have 'made it', you know...