新年

January 25, 2009 | Published in | 0 comments


Above: Home-made keropok flown from Sarawak :)

New year, hopefully different shit. Unlike the previous "new years". Nothing beats the scent of freshly fried keropok and a bowl of steaming soup chock full to the brim with sotong, vegetable and meatballs. I was lucky enough this year to stuff my face with steamboat goodies at an aunty's place.



I miss Chinese New Year at home, where ma famille often spends it in the godawfully humid and sometimes acrid-smelling town of Port Dickson. Us children often gambled and played PlayStation 2 into the wee hours of the morning. We then would wake up up to go visit the old folks around town. That would take about an entire day, maybe with a nap in between or something. My sister and I would be saturated with Yeo's packet drinks (I lurrveee their soy bean and winter melon, fyi) and keropok and kacang. Yum, yum. 

Well, this year, however, we decided to make something of ourselves instead of loafing around pointlessly and do something productive. Et voila.




The char siew was a major failure after I realized that I had already started on the wrong foot by buying the wrong cut of meat from Waitrose. Srs fail, btches. If you look closely, you will see that it is almost 99% fat. Yummeh. In my defence, new year, new mistakes. The ma po tofu was fine though, as were the delightfully erratic looking dumplings.

We also managed to spring clean before the clock struck 12. Hurray for not sweeping out good fortune during the New Year! My late greatgrandmother always said it was bad luck to clean during the New Year. That is indeed fifteen days worth of dust that will accumulate on your windowsill - not that that hasn't been accomplished in this flat on a regular basis, though..

Good night.

Film/Book/Music Porn

January 23, 2009 | Published in | 0 comments

Spoiler alert.

Watched 'Rachel Getting Married'. Anne Hathaway is winning that Oscar because she looks dead terrible (recall: Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman and Halle Berry in Monster, The Hours and Monster's Ball respectively). Moreover, the movie is an incredibly low budget indie film that creeps out 3/5 senses. Kym (Anne Hathaway) in black Ray Ban Wayfarers, XXXL forest green hoodie and skinny jeans with blond tiger highlights? Check. The incessant shrill violin coupled with the twang of a badly played guitar to represent the cacophony of said character's mental torture playing in the background? Check. The verdant green and warmth of Kym's childhood home juxtaposed with said character's constant cigarette smoking? Check. The one tight bitchslap across the face every child deserves? Check.
 
Admittedly, the script did not send shivers down my spine. Huh. I thought it would've. 'Brokeback Mountain' with all of Ennis del Mar's incoherent utterings did much more for me than 'Rachel Getting Married'.  But. But because of the lukewarm script, Anne Hathaway really did strut herself as an actress in this show. From playing a geeky bespectacled unwitting princess many moons ago to a fucked up recovering drug addict, I'd say the Academy better give her this one. 

Have rediscovered early 90's post-Nirvana rock 'n' roll in the form of the Stone Temple Pilots. Scott Weiland is the only man alive who can pull off shiny skinny pants. <3

Finished 'The Color Purple' last week after having attempted to read it at the age of 14. Six years later I discover that I can understand conversations with God spoken by a 14-year-old uneducated black woman perfectly. I can even do the Georgian country accent in my head. Kinda like Mammy in 'Gone with the Wind'.

Now am onto other novels which I do not think I will finish until the days become longer and the nights shorter. I hate reading in bed in the dark. It depresses me and puts me in the shoes of those poor bastards in all literary novels. 

I really should just lose a hundred pounds and walk around with black eyeliner on 24/7 just because it's artistic and cool to be thin and emo pensive.

And! 'How I Met Your Mother'! Only one word for it! Legen-waitforitthisisgonnabeawesomeeee-DARRYY.

Care to Cher?

January 02, 2009 | Published in | 0 comments

I've been listening to plenty of Cher. Her songs are bloody awesome and nobody else can wear fishnet stockings the way she does. She's my new role model. She invented Reinvention waaay before Madonna did. 

I am going to Reinvent myself. My life is going to Reinvent itself. It will and it shall.