Alrighty, I need to catch up with my blog posts :p There are a lot happening these past few weeks and I promised myself to post them here...but you know what happens next :)
To help me with my laziness, here's a lot of photos so I have to say less!
The Fish Feast
My friend (my ex-housemate's bf) came to my apartment with his big catch! My housemate cooked them into these delicious dishes: Deep fried fish with sweet and sour sauce, and fish curry! The deep fried one was particularly good, no bones involved 8) The curried one was rather hard (and taking ages) to eat, but yummy still.
Jimmy's Birthday: The Double Chocolate Torte
It was one of oikos member's, Jimmy's, birthday two weeks ago, and I baked a cake! The recipe was Smitten Kitchen's Double Chocolate Torte and I must say despite the length of time required to create this cake, it was the coolest chocolate cake I ever made :D The base is a dense, rich, moist chocolate cake, almost brownies like; and on top of it is a layer of thick, creamy and smooth chocolate mousse. The reception was good, the birthday guy loved it, Sal said it was too rich but the rest liked it (even Ko Iwan who got two leftover slices). The only thing I'm still trying to figure out: the strawberries taste got into a cake, making the cake black-forest-ish. You know, the sourness of cherries in black forest. But apart from that, even though mine is not as pretty as Smitten Kitchen's, I'm very happy with it!
Ade's Birthday
My ex-housemate in Sydney, Adeline, moved to Melbourne not long ago! And it was her birthday on March 9. Not knowing what to get for her, I went to the newly opened Candy Room, just accross my office <3 They have huge range of gift chocolate and jelly beans, including MnM in 20++ colours! My favorite was of course the rare pastel colours! I got her baby blue, baby pink, and white :) This store is my new to-go for confectioneries!
I WENT ROWING!!
Yes that's right, ROWING! It was a Labour Day weekend in Melbourne, pretty sunny warm Saturday, and WWJD 2 (my oikos) went for a mini-outing to Yarra Bend Park boathouse (or whatever the name was!). We chose the 'classic boat' (the other options were kayak or canoe), paid $11 per head for 1 hour ride (good deal I must say). My left thumb blistered severely from trying to work out how to row the boat BUT it was a definitely must try if you're here :) Want to go again!! Oh and they have the prettiest bbq spot too! Note to self: must go bbq there too.
Moomba Water festival
Okay, tons of photos from Moomba! It's the time of the year again :) I didn't go last year because of the crazy hail down here, but I did go once two years ago. Same old same old, but hey I went with new group of people :p Okay fireworks photos later. Too lazy to download it from my camera now x)
Phew! And that's it for now! Cramming is surely not a good idea, people!
19/3/11
1/3/11
Ken the manly girls toy
Hiya.
I was browsing through my friends' updates on facebook when I came across to this!
Ken given the 'Bieber' treatment
You should check the article out it's pretty smart :) But aww I played with my Ken a lot when I was younger. I had one with that plastic hair and the other one the 'Surfer Dude' with cool hair 8)
But I didn't play my Barbies the girly way. I didn't change their clothes or brush their hair that often. My Barbies (that includes Kelly, Ken, and the other ones in the Barbie family) went on an adventure, rode on a giant dog and stranded on an unknown island. I broke (didn't remember this though) one of my Ken's leg so he's like this cool survior. Didn't play with the other dude that much, he's like an extra. I liked the cycling Barbie a lot since she has good joints (not the rubber ones :/) and was very posable.
But blah. I put them in the highest cabinet in my room long time ago and they haven't seen the sunlight since.
23/2/11
15/1/11
So another year went by...
Hi people, I know it's been a while since my last update, but to be honest, I don't feel like writing anything lately.
My internet back home (yes I'm home, in Indo) sucks and there's no way to post anything to my blog without having to wait for ages. And that's if I'm lucky enough not getting disconnected. It's that bad believe me.
It's a new year with nothing new to begin with, same old plain holiday back in my hometown. I did brought DVDs to kill time but hey my holiday is 2 month-ish.
Oh ok so you are asking how did I manage to write this since I have no internet connection? Well, I typed it in Writeroom and then copied and pasted it to my blog editor. Tricky. Speaking of Writeroom, it's a neat little app that turn your whole Mac screen as a typing area. No bouncing Skype icon to distract you from typing (it hid your dock!). This is a great app for any student who are trying to do an assignment, I figured.
So what's new?
My loyal companion for 12 years, my dog, Eagle died as 2010 ended. I can't believe that I've had him for more than half of my life :') He was 12 years old, a fairly old age for a small dog breed. My house is weird without him being in it!
He was 2 weeks old when I first visited his breeder's place. At just as big as my two palms combined, he chewed on a shoe which was literally bigger than him. I remembered his fur being all white at that age. When he came into my house, he already had his brown spots.
He was naughty, greedy, always panting, lazy, peeing inside the house, but I love how he always followed me around. Scratched on my door begging to be let in. Waving one of his front paws asking to be petted. Sat with both of his front feet waving asking for attention. Put his paw on my feet. Rolled on his back asking me to rub his tummy. Whimpered in his cage asking to be let out. Sniffed. Licked. Wagged his tail.
Even when he was really sick he still tried to walk into my room to find me. And wagged his tail still when called.
Boy, there are just so many things about him that I will miss! This place will just never be the same :'(
I miss having a dog already! And I know it won't happen until I-don't-know-when.
My internet back home (yes I'm home, in Indo) sucks and there's no way to post anything to my blog without having to wait for ages. And that's if I'm lucky enough not getting disconnected. It's that bad believe me.
It's a new year with nothing new to begin with, same old plain holiday back in my hometown. I did brought DVDs to kill time but hey my holiday is 2 month-ish.
Oh ok so you are asking how did I manage to write this since I have no internet connection? Well, I typed it in Writeroom and then copied and pasted it to my blog editor. Tricky. Speaking of Writeroom, it's a neat little app that turn your whole Mac screen as a typing area. No bouncing Skype icon to distract you from typing (it hid your dock!). This is a great app for any student who are trying to do an assignment, I figured.
So what's new?
My loyal companion for 12 years, my dog, Eagle died as 2010 ended. I can't believe that I've had him for more than half of my life :') He was 12 years old, a fairly old age for a small dog breed. My house is weird without him being in it!
He was 2 weeks old when I first visited his breeder's place. At just as big as my two palms combined, he chewed on a shoe which was literally bigger than him. I remembered his fur being all white at that age. When he came into my house, he already had his brown spots.
He was naughty, greedy, always panting, lazy, peeing inside the house, but I love how he always followed me around. Scratched on my door begging to be let in. Waving one of his front paws asking to be petted. Sat with both of his front feet waving asking for attention. Put his paw on my feet. Rolled on his back asking me to rub his tummy. Whimpered in his cage asking to be let out. Sniffed. Licked. Wagged his tail.
Even when he was really sick he still tried to walk into my room to find me. And wagged his tail still when called.
Boy, there are just so many things about him that I will miss! This place will just never be the same :'(
I miss having a dog already! And I know it won't happen until I-don't-know-when.
30/10/10
Communication Shutdown, 1 Nov 2010

I'm joining Communication Shutdown 2010!
What this means is no facebook nor twitter for the day!
What for? Donation goes to raise fund and awareness for autism.
This is gonna be a challenge for moi but o well I will survive hey!
Visit the website, join the move :)
Visit the website, join the move :)
18/10/10
when a random-past-memory strikes :)
Something reallllyyyy random came up to me when I was showering this eveninng! :)
When I was a 5th or 6th grader, I joined my school's camp. It wasn't really what I was expected tho, since the "camp site" was actually a huuuge plain field somewhere in the suburb. Aside from my primary school, there were few other schools who joined this camp. It was more like sleeping-outside-in-a-tent-with-few-hundred-other-primary-schoolers kind of thing. All I can remember of the camp site was rows and rooows of tents. Each tent was separated by a metre distance. And the bathroom was horrible.
Anyway. I think my school was the only private school out in the camp site. The other schools were public schools, and not to be mean, some were reallyyy from the kampung part of my city.
I don't remember much of the camp activities, except that during one showering session, one of my friend took me and couple other girls to shower in her relative's house which wasn't far away :p
And here's the part that struck me just now.
As we spent 2 days there, we got to know some students from other schools. On the last day, we exchanged contacts; address and home phone number. Note: no mobile yet. There was this super proactive girl who asked for everyone's address and numbers, I can't remember her name or face though.
Few days after the camp, I could hardly remember any of them. But one fated day, when my door bell rang, my maid came to my room to get me. She said that a bunch of kids were waiting outside, wanting to meet me. Me being me, I didn't really want to spend awkward moment with kids I didn't really know. So I didn't greet them, and I asked my maid to tell them that I wasn't home! :p
They, howeverrr, insisted to get some photos of me. It's a bit creepy if I remember it now =.= Yeah, they asked for my photos! Annoyed, I grabbed any passport photos of myself I could find and handed them to my maid :D The kids are never to be heard of from then. Lol. Oh except a phone-call that I rejected. Hehe.
Am I fine, you ask? Yep, I'm good. No voodoo or whatsoever...hahaa...
When I was a 5th or 6th grader, I joined my school's camp. It wasn't really what I was expected tho, since the "camp site" was actually a huuuge plain field somewhere in the suburb. Aside from my primary school, there were few other schools who joined this camp. It was more like sleeping-outside-in-a-tent-with-few-hundred-other-primary-schoolers kind of thing. All I can remember of the camp site was rows and rooows of tents. Each tent was separated by a metre distance. And the bathroom was horrible.
Anyway. I think my school was the only private school out in the camp site. The other schools were public schools, and not to be mean, some were reallyyy from the kampung part of my city.
I don't remember much of the camp activities, except that during one showering session, one of my friend took me and couple other girls to shower in her relative's house which wasn't far away :p
And here's the part that struck me just now.
As we spent 2 days there, we got to know some students from other schools. On the last day, we exchanged contacts; address and home phone number. Note: no mobile yet. There was this super proactive girl who asked for everyone's address and numbers, I can't remember her name or face though.
Few days after the camp, I could hardly remember any of them. But one fated day, when my door bell rang, my maid came to my room to get me. She said that a bunch of kids were waiting outside, wanting to meet me. Me being me, I didn't really want to spend awkward moment with kids I didn't really know. So I didn't greet them, and I asked my maid to tell them that I wasn't home! :p
They, howeverrr, insisted to get some photos of me. It's a bit creepy if I remember it now =.= Yeah, they asked for my photos! Annoyed, I grabbed any passport photos of myself I could find and handed them to my maid :D The kids are never to be heard of from then. Lol. Oh except a phone-call that I rejected. Hehe.
Am I fine, you ask? Yep, I'm good. No voodoo or whatsoever...hahaa...
17/10/10
if money doesn't matter
Okay, so this is a super-random-post I typed while waiting for the clock to strike 11 pm :) The question's been haunting me for the past two days, so I might as well tell you what I wanna do if money doesn't matter...
The question itself, I think, is in the context where; money doesn't matter to me, imagining I have enough or too much that I don't need to work anymore, lol.
So, what if...money doesn't matter?
If money doesn't matter,
I'll travel far and long
To countries you hesitate to go to,
To nations as poor as you can imagine
I hope I can dance with the people
I wish they will sing along
In my dreams they will
In reality, who knows
There are people
who don't know what does "I'm full" means
And I won't understand what they mean
If they ever say "I'm happy"
I want to take pictures of their faces
I want to bring home their emotions
I want to share it to the world
And to those who are living in comfort
I'll let you know how lucky you are
And if you're not thankful, how foolish you are
If a picture says a thousand words
Let mine move a thousand hearts
Let their smiles tear your heart apart
And their tears break it to pieces
There are hopes I keep in secret
'Cos I don't dare to dream them
But if money doesn't matter,
I hope you'll join me hand in hand
Amen
The question itself, I think, is in the context where; money doesn't matter to me, imagining I have enough or too much that I don't need to work anymore, lol.
So, what if...money doesn't matter?
If money doesn't matter,
I'll travel far and long
To countries you hesitate to go to,
To nations as poor as you can imagine
I hope I can dance with the people
I wish they will sing along
In my dreams they will
In reality, who knows
There are people
who don't know what does "I'm full" means
And I won't understand what they mean
If they ever say "I'm happy"
I want to take pictures of their faces
I want to bring home their emotions
I want to share it to the world
And to those who are living in comfort
I'll let you know how lucky you are
And if you're not thankful, how foolish you are
If a picture says a thousand words
Let mine move a thousand hearts
Let their smiles tear your heart apart
And their tears break it to pieces
There are hopes I keep in secret
'Cos I don't dare to dream them
But if money doesn't matter,
I hope you'll join me hand in hand
Amen
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