Sunday, October 18, 2009

Inspired VI

Inspired by my favourite snack in the world (yes, still the ones with a lot of sodium), Popcorn in loud and Boomz colour, with the word “Popcorn” being transparent like the acrylic effect. I’ve always like transparency (pun fully intended) and so this is what I do when I doodle. Sad that I haven’t got a stylus though!

Note to self: Include “stylus & graphic pad” on Christmas and Birthday Wishlist. :D

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Inspired V

Another attempt at um, creating art. This time I used Illustrator instead of Photoshop. Don’t get me started on which version I use – it doesn’t have the Trace function, so you can make a guess. Hur.

Sunny With A Chance of Lightning Bolt is the name of this piece, title clearly ripped from the new movie, Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs. I thought the name was brilliant – out of the box.

I used the same design on a dark background but Sis said it doesn’t look good. Another said the font I used does not suit the design. What do you think?

Friday, October 16, 2009

Bon Appetit!


Today I’m whipping up a scrumptious dinner, following my new recipe that I’m holding on to here. But first, let me whet your appetite by sharing with you one of my favourite cooking experiences!

Some time back in April, the girls came over to my place for a baking session (still requires culinary skills what!). We met at Ang Mo Kio and purchased all the necessary ingredients to make yummy cupcakes.

The baking queen of the group brought the rest of the tools that we need to make the icing top.

Of course, all these have to happen when my mom’s not around because she is such a cleanliness freak and with 4 girls messing up the kitchen will drive her up the wall.

The funny thing about the baking experience was that we didn’t use any scale of measurement, most of the “measurements” were done in agaration, or judged by when the Fierce one says “stop!” as we pour the flour. Heh.

We didn’t even have a proper sifter because my old one was already rusty! I think I tried grinding them with my fingers instead. But you know what? We now know that baking doesn’t necessarily require a sifter and the pastries still taste great! Hur hur.

So my favourite part was to mash everything up when we dump everything into the big bowl, aka giving the dough a good massage. Though my arms were sore from the mixing, it was not good for the Fierce  one. She would then make grunting noises and give disapproving looks before grabbing the dough and do it again.

I love how my fingers felt buttery and sticky, yet you can smell the tasty sweet dough!  

The Busty one had lots of fun when it came to making the icing. We added colours and icing sugar and start to create different shapes. We have hearts, rainbows, cloud, sun, flowers, and mine – lightning bolt. 

At the end of the evening, the floors were flour-ey, tables sticky and hair flying everywhere. We sat together around the dining table munching on the chocolate cupcakes that were now ready. Then we don the cupcakes with the icing that we made. 


It was a simple affair. For me, it was a memorable experience because (1) I seldom have girlfriends and this group of rare beings liked me! (I think),( 2) Nobody, and I mean NOBODY comes to my place for tea, let alone baking, and (3) I don’t cook. It may have seemed boring to you, but it meant a lot to me. 

Now, let’s get back to my new Rabbit Meat + Rat w/ Chilli Stock and Glutinous Rice recipe here. Wha…at? Too exotic? Nah! We got to try something different sometimes.  

I’ll go turn on the stove.



Oh shit. I’ve forgotten that my house do not have gas!!!

It’s okay, I’ll call the gas guy. 

In the meantime, listen to my worst cooking experience.

When I was Secondary 2 and attached to a younger boy (yes it’s true), I decided to make him a meal on his birthday. It was one of those few rare trips to the bigger supermarkets since I needed a special kind of rice.

I was making sushi. About to make sushi, that is.

I made a shopping list, bought bamboo roll, vinegar and what not, seaweed etc. I swear I even researched at the library on how to make a simple cucumber sushi roll.

Slowly, I followed what the book instructed (fine, I might have not have ALL the ingredients and perhaps missed out a step or two but still!) and cooked the rice, added special vinegar. The result was supposed to smell nice, and then put into refrigerator. Somehow mine was… indescribable.

Ignoring that, I waited for the rice to cool down and lay out the mat and seaweed roll.

As I put the rice on top of the seaweed, rolled it in like the picture on the book, the rice all stuck to the bamboo mat instead. I had to peel the rice out and try again. Over and over again it stuck, and every time I pull out the rice it got even more cui, I can even imagine the bacteria going in!

And I thought the cucumber part should be easy. Apparently I don’t know how to pick a good cucumber and let it oxidize too long outside. Instead of crunchy and fresh, they were shriveled, sour and soggy.

Alas, six pathetic-looking cucumber sushi roll managed to stay in an oblong shape for a while. I packed them into a plastic box, handed them to the then-boyfriend.

 I told him over the phone I had prepared a meal for him. So he skipped his lunch just to eat my um, home-cooked food. I can the disappointment creep across his face as he stared at the six miserable cucumber sushi rolls that now seemed to have shrunk even more as I took out the box.

He opened the lid carefully, gave the sushi rolls a long hard look before picking one up and put in his mouth.

His expression: Priceless.

Not in the good way.

Sigh, I swear I can never cook. Humpf.

OKAY, gas guy is here! *evil*

Be sure to catch the latest delicious movie Julie & Julia, starring Meryl Streep and Amy Adams, brewing in cinemas now!

Saturday, October 10, 2009

My Pretty Fingernails

That’s it.

I couldn’t stand chewing, biting and peeling my fingernails and the skin around it anymore. Sometimes, I got too rough and it bled. I’m so immune to it yet still hurts and ugly. Besides, I find it very hard to explain whenever people ask why I have so many bandaged fingers. ☹

From helping out at the CozyCot event I managed to land myself a better deal so I went for my first gel extension.

Mackey’s my nail technician – cute, filial, mature and hardworking. My set of nails took a grand total of three hours to complete! It was damn tough for a twitchy person like me. :/

Another irritating thing is, her service is available in Choa Chu Kang. Damn far!

Here’s the final result:

Chio not?!!

That is French overlay, with dried flowers pressed beneath the gel. I needed a pair of hands that can match with my outfit so I figured a Rainbow would suit best. :P

I know I can just do away with the nail art so it would cost much cheaper, but yeah, I’m vain!

The next time you see me, remember to shake both my hands that are worth $(three-digit). Hur. I hope this thing lasts!

P.S. I regretted having them so long, now I can’t type fast on keyboard, can’t SMS without correcting 10000000 mistakes, can’t wash my hair properly, cannot put bobby pins, and most importantly when I go toilet - had a hard time pulling my pants down!
But they’re so pretty though.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The Pink Room Nail Acad @ Expo

Two Sundays ago, I was scheduled for an event for the third time. It was held at Singapore Expo and I am required to do some public speaking/emceeing, only this time time I had to do it on stage, a very last minute decision at that,

Naturally, I panicked because there wasn't much preparation time or guidelines/instructions. I almost had cold feet again on-stage, having the urge to leave the stage and passing the microphone back to the professional, Avelyn (I'm pretty sure she's the host on Kids Central).

Whatever I had blurted out from my mouth was a blur. All spur of the moment. :/ Completely no control. Even the questions I prepared the night before to ask on stage were all scraped since the plans were changed. 0,0!

The worst part has yet to come. The fact that I stupidly wore my stiletto bootie to make myself taller amongst the crowd doesn't help either. The boss wanted me to "make a presence"! Boy I can't be more wrong. Wobbled around barefooted whenever I could. :(

At the end of the day the pain was so immense, worse than the last time when I stood all day at Bugis Junction. For some odd reason, it was very humid in there so I've been perspiring non-stop since I cabbed there in the morning. Thus I had the urgent sweat patch situation under the pit. :(

By being on stage also marks my first solo emcee experience which I can't say I really fancy. I think I still prefer hosting with a partner that I can work well with, behind the "air".

Still, I tried my best in keeping my sentences short and concise. Yet, the first thing I went up was to welcome the models out, it took a grand total of 20 seconds. Silence. eyes darted around. Next, when I introduced the Principal of the Academy, I announced her name wrongly! Majo boo-boo!

Thing is, I KNOW her name and have been calling her all day. It's a case of a Freudian slip and I loathe myself for doing that, because instead of "Rachel Tang", I exclaimed " _______ Tang!" (if you wanna know, ask me directly). Imagine my horror!

Bah. I am to blame. I am starting to doubt my ability and ask myself if this is really what I want to do. I know for sure I still very prefer very much in becoming a radio personality, but how to?

Oh, did I mention the whole prize-giving ceremony was under-run by an hour?!

P.S. Once again I got fooled by the middleman who told me I would be able to get a complimentary set of nails done for taking up this assignment. Pfft, bullshit, bitch!

Sunday, October 4, 2009

My 1st Picnic

It was an ideal day to bring the furkids out, the weather was good and a public holiday (Hari Raya some more).

The day I had my first picnic that I organized (well, sort of).

Although the plan to start the picnic at 3PM was delayed (ahem, not me this time), Unker TK, Rachie Cheh and I managed to reach around four plus with four canincs and MacDonalds for everybody!

We all haven't got time to cook or bring drinks, so we'll have to make do with what we have. :)

Firstly, I must bring attention to the babes present. Both of them happened to show off their chest areas, wearing low-cut tops revealing cleavage.  Hur hur, even Ozzie promoted her sexy butt.

The picnic was a casual affair, with only the six of us enjoying the almost non-existent breeze. Haha.

While taking the group photos, some arse used my straw hat as his "tripod". How nice, and he did it without my permission.

Another highlight was when this father of three kids walked over to us, then took a good look at us of about a grand total of 10 seconds before opening his golden mouth to ask,

Are these Rottweilers?

Well, TK being TK, will always answer,

No, they're just over-grown Chihuahuas
 , followed with a wide cheeky grin.

Now, I can understand if he didn't like the joke (because honestly so am I) but he didn't need to be rude you know?

Hey, I'm not joking here. I've got kids around here. You better leash up the dogs.

Oh don't worry, they are Search & Rescue dogs.
Oh really? *raises eyebrow*
He then proceed to command his kids and brought them over to the other side of the same grass patch we were on.

Like hello, your eye grow on your backside is it? Can't you see that Bear and Bruno WERE already leashed up and quietly frolicking in the proper down position? They're harmless! And if you're so scared, why don't YOU leash up your kids so they won't wander too far off from you?

Plus, if you and your kids doesn't like dogs, and you see four over here, you don't know how to bloody move to another field?!

A prick picking a fight.

Rachie Cheh and I got unhappy over this issue so I came up with a suggestion to bring Ozzie and QQ over, make them bark and scare the kids.

What? The father clearly have a skewed opinion on dogs and I just want to prove my point that not all big dogs are fearsome and not all small dogs are lovable and innocuous too.

I still remember that fucked up incident of the darned Jack Russell and its (you're so mean so you shall have no gender!) owner that happened at East Coast Park. QQ was just so excited upon seeing another dog, eager to meet and greet, went up to sniff, JRT attacked QQ. It bit hard on her mouth area and refused to let go. QQ had to struggle but the tension worsen her pain. All these while with the irresponsible fucker standing there watching the entire ordeal and not stopping the dog. Finally when QQ break free, he left without an apology and gave me dirty looks. What. A. Fucker. Son. Of. A. Bitch.

So there. My point is: Dogs behave according to how their owners have brought them up. Thus I shall conclude that father is stupid and moronic.

Other than the above accident, the picnic was great! It started to pour heavily only after we got into the car. So shiok to croon to jazzy songs while driving in the heavy mist of rain. Aaaah.

All chio pictures here are credited to Rachel Teo and Haw KL.

Lastly, I think I should have named QQ Dash instead of QQ. She's speedy >>




Thursday, October 1, 2009

Toto The Parrot

Throughout my entire life, I've only have had a handful of friends who own enough pets at home to make me feel like I'm standing in a potential zoo.

Other than Darrick who owns his favourite fat cat, fishes in a pond, three hamsters and two terrapins, the latest addition to his family should be the Pembroke Welsh Corgi that he shares with his girlfriend.

Another would definitely be Rachel, aka Rachie Cheh Cheh. She's the owner of Ozzie (read entry on QQ's birthday), two chirpy parrots in vibrant colours, hamsters and terrapins. Did I miss out anything else?

The other day, she was considering keeping a hedgehog (!!!). The first question I posed was, 
"How do you play with it? Or stroke it?"

One night, I popped over to her place because I wanted to meet Ozzie. Following that she led me into her kitchen area (more like pet paradise) and introduced me to Toto.

She's a beautiful velvet lime green that speaks English.

"Hello" is probably her favourite word. I was very afraid since I'm not a bird person, you know. I've never stroke - let alone held a bird - in my hand before (ahem, please ignore the unintended pun).

Knowing that I was scared of Toto's claws, she still purposely place Toto on my arm! Toto's grip was strong and firm, I can feel the claws pressing against my skin!

As you can tell, I dare not move at all. In fact, I was perspiring in my underwear. All I could manage to react was to repeat "Hello" every time Toto says "Hello" too. And you wonder who's the parrot huh. =,="

Nevertheless, I had lots of fun mingling with the mammals, while Ozzie happily cozies up to Unker TK with him gloating about it.

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