Dreammaker's Gonna Make You Mad

February 24, 2009 | Published in | 0 comments

I'm breaking my back just to know your name

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus

Run for the hills before they burn

I got soul but I'm not a soldier

It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

Someone is calling my name, from the back of a restaurant




February 23, 2009 | Published in | 3 comments

Even though Amazon sells books for pretty darn cheap and offers free delivery, I'd still rather buy used books; the total price for used books including shipping totals up to more than buying it straight from Amazon. I adore poring through slightly yellowed paper knowing that somewhere someone else has shared the same emotions that I am about to experience while reading the same novel. I think it binds humanity in an odd sort of way.

I am saddened at how these days tapping away at the computer aimlessly has overridden my interest in reading paperbacks. I am a sad, sad by-product of the 21st century.

One day, when I grow old, I want that exact library that the Beast gave Belle. 
Complete with the swirly staircase and the mile high ladders.

An Unconventional Way to Curb Your Appetite

February 21, 2009 | Published in | 0 comments

Heart Attack Sandwich

Deep Fried Cupcake with Chocolate Sauce and Sprinkles

(Images from thisiswhyyourefat.com)

In essence, this website was made to deter people from eating bad, bad foods. 

HOWEVER. I'm not sure about the effect it has on me because these days I've been teetering on the fine line between eating 4 Hummingbird cupcakes at a go and simply not eating at all. 

I ate a handful of jellybeans today though, just because I cannot walk into Topshop without perusing the sweets section. In any case, I needed glucose to fuel my burnt out calf muscles and hamstrings after having raped and pillaged Oxford St.

Anyhoo, I digress. To be frank, I'm quite curious about how these things taste. Especially that deep fried cupcake. (Must make mental note to go around to a chip shop to order a deep fried Mars bar).  There's something called Deep Fried Coca Cola too, which is basically kway koh dok fried with Coke instead of with bananas or jackfruit topped with powdered sugar. 

Shiok or not?

There is an entire diorama of wildly weird and wonderful food blogs out there, to name but a few:

Eh, Malaysian food can get pretty weird sometimes too (don't even talk to me about tempoyak; it's the ONLY thing I will not eat) - but always in a good way lah. 

Day 2

February 19, 2009 | Published in | 0 comments

One word: OATMEAL.

Why did I NEVER eat this before? It's good for the heart, lowers your cholesterol, low-fat, low GI and all around awesome (if and only if cooked with the right ingredients)! 

I've never eaten oatmeal (well, GOOD oatmeal anyway) because I've been preconditioned to equate oatmeal to oldies. My grandparents' senior citizen friends - aged 73 - 84 - frequently boast about the goodness of oatmeal and how it keeps their stomachs full the whole day from breakfast time till dinner. Naturally, after hearing them talk, I would bask in the glory of my youth and show off how much fried chicken I'm allowed to have without having a coronary. 

The best part about oats is that, unlike rice, it can be cooked for breakfast, lunch and dinner in a zillion ways. For example (ripped from here)

Boyndie Broth (Oatmeal Soup)

A very economical, velvety and elegant soup which is quickly and easily prepared. The addition of good undyed smoked haddock or smoked salmon makes a good alternative to Cullen Skink.

50g (2oz) Hamlyns Scottish Porridge Oats
1 chopped onion
1 large carrot grated
2 tablespoons butter
550ml (1 pint) chicken stock
550ml (1 pint) milk
Salt and white pepper
Chopped chives or parsley
Cream for finishing (optional)

Melt butter in a large pan over a low heat. Add onions and carrot and cook gently until soft. Add oats to pan and cook for about four minutes, stirring frequently. Add stock and bring to the boil. Simmer for 25 minutes. Add milk and heat through. Season to taste. Add chives or parsley, and a little cream if desired.

The above makes a thick broth - use less oats and more stock if you prefer a thinner soup.

It leaves you feeling like you don't want anymore food, too. Always a plus point :)

Detox Shmetox

February 18, 2009 | Published in | 0 comments

So, my equally spastic friend and I decided to go on this 11 day diet. I was enthusiastic last night, almost scarily motivated. But, as you know, summoning willpower is no easy task. Don't even bother asking why I'm attempting to do this. I think I'm bored.

7.45AM: Wake up, brush teeth, microwave some oats with blueberries. Couldn't finish it due to overwhelmingly gooey texture that reminded me of vomit.

10AM: Falling asleep in class. Head on table-, drifting off to dreamland-type sleep. Only wake up when prof says "If you've been asleep in all my lectures, this is the time to wake up because it's ENTIRELY relevant to your coursework!" Wake up in time for 5 minute break to grab a large Americano.

12PM: Stomach sort of grumbles. Intense Mandarin lesson. 

1.13PM: Can feel acid attacking walls of stomach. Prompt another less insane friend to eat lunch. Grab salad, juice and banana.

1.20PM: "WHAT IS THAT?! JUICE? BANANA? FETA CHEESE ON YOUR SALAD? That's NOT what the diet says! Only nuts and soy milk for lunch!" Run to a corner to eat salad (sans dressing) in secret.

2PM: Start doing MATLAB. Am a little distracted by Ksubi jeans. This spurs me on a bit.

2.47PM: "V__, I'M HUNGRY!"
"SHUT UP. Stop saying that."

2.48PM: Contemplate biting own finger to eschew hunger.

4.01PM: We grab Diet Cokes as they are "ok" according to the diet. This is utter rubbish, as most people would know. Diet Coke has always inherently been abused by people who cannot stomach the guilt of drinking fat Coke or anything sweet, for that matter. Feel like a Mars Bar? Grab a Diet Coke. Stressed much? Reach for another. Most of us girls wilfully ignore the blatant fact that aspartame is 200 times sweeter than actual sugar and drink the carcinogenic fluid anyway.

4.30PM: Feel a bit ill after having chugged down 500ml of Diet Coke so quickly.

5.10PM: Code works! Hurray. Give banana away. Make own way home. Fucking starving.

6.15PM: Spin class. As if not eating proper food the whole day wasn't painful enough.

7PM: Finish spinning. Am not feeling too hungry, actually.

8.22PM: Consume a "bowl of red and green mixed vegetables" with a side of soy milk. Only, I add some lemon and smoked salmon and throw in a piece of pita bread.

9.17PM: Feel a bit insane after having reviewed entire day. Yeah, I have problems.

Flavours of the Moment

February 17, 2009 | Published in | 0 comments

- The Veronicas and their newish album, 'Hook Me Up'. 

I feel like being re-born with musical aptitude just so I can play the guitar and sing and jump around like them. Awesomes.

- Want Cheras chicken rice. With the famous chilli sauce and mashed ginger.

But obviously can't get this. 

So, in a complete hundred and eighty turn of willpower, will embark on 11 day detoxing regime starting tomorrow. Goddamned abs and smaller Victorian waist here I come.

China Pwns Malaysia.

February 16, 2009 | Published in | 0 comments

Ripped from thestar.com.my as 2nd most viewed article of the day.

Sample question (out of a possible hundred) from a driver's license test in China.

If someone’s intestines are protruding from an open abdominal wound, should you:
A. Put them back in place.
B. Do nothing.
C. Cover them with some kind of container and fasten it around the body.

I would've picked A, but apparently the answer is C.

I'm surprised there wasn't a D:

D. Hastily slice away a good portion, stash it in a large black garbage bag so that no one can see what you're doing and then go make pig human intestine soup with pepper.

Kenot Sleep

February 10, 2009 | Published in | 0 comments

Reaaaalllyy cannnottt. 

Fine, it's only 12.55am. That's early for some people. It used to be early also for me back in my heyday. I'm trying to eliminate this whole sleeping late thing from my lifestyle. It makes me crabby. Too crabby.

Just for fun I'll throw in a photo that reminds me of when I first read The Chronicles of Narnia (at age 18, no less) and thought that this is exactly what the gaslight post at the other end of the door should have looked like the second Lucy stumbled through the wardrobe door.

My reason for living

February 07, 2009 | Published in | 0 comments

Don't tell anyone but when it was snowing and when we were building a snowman, I secretly hoped this would happen :(

What Do YOU Want?

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Was reading an article. First line that pops up in front of my face was this: "What do women want?"

This Freudian question has never really been answered. Not by men, not by women. Some women want any old man who will be the provider of the White Wedding, a fuck load of diamonds and satisfying coitus (no cunnilingus! Dear me, no, that's just distasteful! Not to mention unhygienic) three times a week. Okay, so let's call that category the Charlottes because I lack originality and I like Sex and the City. I'd say a good lot of us girls fall into this category - secretly. But you know what? A lot of us are ashamed to admit this because women are meant to be independent these days. The Charlottes of this world should probably be more respected than frowned upon by tiger types.

So I guess after that you'd have the Mirandas of the world (I really should be shot through the head for classifying women into four categories, but I have a 3rd year project to be getting on with). Career-driven, power suited up with hair so short sometimes she'd get mistaken for a really dowdy lesbian. She's got the whole indefatigable solid iron wall in front of her emotions going because wearing hearts on sleeves is a crime, especially in the office. She'd never let a man ruin her or her career. She THINKS she knows what she wants, but she's a pretty torn up inside - showcased in the episode where she's torn between aborting Steve's baby or keeping it.

Then we have the Samanthas. Everyone likes to think they have a little bit of Samantha in them...y'know the crazy "try-sexual" and "will-put-sushi-0n-naked-body-for-Valentine's-Day" part. Samantha's pretty clear about what she wants: sex. I admire women who know this and are willing to go forth and make it known to the world, but I don't think I wasn't made like that. However, is it more complicated than that? Who knows. She's goddamned entertaining and makes the episode a lot more bearable. Nobody really cares about her anyway except for her sexual exploits and scathing remarks. Everyone cares about good ol' Carrie Bradshaw.

I don't know how many people would classify themselves as a Carrie, but I'm guessing...quite a lot? I know my whole house hates her guts because she can afford a wardrobe with 40 pairs of Manolos while subsisting on a weekly sex column in a relatively unknown newspaper. Plus, she always does that "I can't help but wonder..." 

God, I love irony. 


I'd say the Carries of this world are on their own self-searching Nirvana finding path to self-actualization. I guess throughout the series, Carrie always wanted Big and her Big happy ending. Not all of us are so lucky as to have an asshole with a surprise center bumping into us every now and then (I still can't believe he dumped her at the wedding! OKOK it's just a movie) asking us out on expensive dinners and such, so it would be unjust to lump most women into this category. 

Fact is, these days it's not easy to classify what you want, not with movies like these subtly psychologically jolting you into thinking that THIS (Prada bag, big big wedding, 3 published books, DVF wrap dresses) is what you SHOULD want. Sex and the City is quite contradictory because on one hand, it purports female independence through Miranda and Samantha, yet holds on to romantic ideals via Charlotte and Carrie. Perhaps both men and women can't let go of the fact that times are changing/have changed and that you don't have to be in a relationship anymore to be cool or secure, hence this confusing myriad of movies, magazines and songs that speak about female emancipation from the shackles of men (ref: "Independent Women" by Destiny's Child) whilst also talking about "How to Blow Your Man's Mind in 10 Simple Steps" (haha whaddup). 

Well, I suppose life is indeed that complicated and that these four women are simply microcosms of urban life in 2009.  I agree. I think I am a trail mix of these four women. 

Having said all of that, no, I don't know what I want.

I'm just contemplating what I'm going to do in the next five minutes after I finish writing this. Oh ya, 3rd year project.

A Regular Thursday Afternoon

February 05, 2009 | Published in | 0 comments

I pray for a blue sky for you, too.

After Dinner Talk

February 01, 2009 | Published in | 0 comments

Most times

- I'm pretty damn boring.

- I love heartwrenching guitar riffs and voices with a resonating timbre (kinda like that of the very well defined frontman of Incubus). Except for the fuzzy bearded men of System of a Down.

- You'll find me sitting at the computer - headphones on - reading pointless articles from the NY Times pretending to be intellectual and then suddenly switching to Perezhilton.com. God bless the Internet.

- I hate Katy Perry's songs.

- I love my feet too much to cram them into a pair of pointy toed 5 inch heels everyday. Until, of course, occasions roll around and I whip out my hooker heels. Nobody can refuse a pair of hooker heels.


- It snows. Pretty heavily. Like now. 

- I like Katy Perry's songs.

- I drink beer three days in a row, gamble and scream and shout like a fifty-five-year-old menopausal woman with fire engine red hair who sells you your local chicken rice at the market and then spend the next day listening to terribly constructed songs that lack emotional and or/ear-worthy content but are ineffably catchy. 

- I lose £10

- I win £10

- I want to sleep till the world has shifted such that I am surrounded by everything that I ever wanted to see in "Lord of the Rings". Forever, basically.