November 3, 2009

NUS is annoying

I got a letter asking me to enter the Graduate Employment Survey. It is quite possibly the most annoying survey I’ve ever filled in.

Firstly, it asked me something very personal.

And then it didn’t accept no as an answer. So, I did what I did:

So, I decided to be spiteful:

$1 is low, you guys. :(

In the end, I gave up doing the survey because I did it for more than 10 minutes and that’s just annoying.

November 1, 2009

A simple gesture

nadloveslime:

This morning after I had my breakfast - fresh and awake - I pulled the curtains, crouched near the window sill and saw a guy walking towards the hostel. He looked up almost immediately towards my direction, and waved at me. I smiled at him, but I didn’t wave back.

I didn’t recognise him as he was wearing a baseball cap, that, and my being short-sighted even with glasses on.

The simple gesture made my day.

(*And I refused to believe that he might have waved at someone else instead*)

Communications with strangers are quite possibly one of my favourite things ever. Strangers provide a no-strings-attached relationship with you. They wouldn’t gossip about you when you mess up something in the process of communication. This is something your friends, family, colleagues, etc. have, which is somewhat of a disadvantage in human nature.

The Bespectacled Dorks does Dr Horrible

50K words. 30 day. Wish me luck.

50K words. 30 day. Wish me luck.

October 27, 2009
When I wrote this, I thought it was hilarious at what kind of an adult I’ve become. Forty-five minutes later, I am disgusted with myself.
Only one person would understand this.

When I wrote this, I thought it was hilarious at what kind of an adult I’ve become. Forty-five minutes later, I am disgusted with myself.

Only one person would understand this.

October 25, 2009
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

That’s How People Grow Up by Morrissey

In celebration to Moz being alive after his collapse last night during a concert!

October 23, 2009
Here’s the weirdest “baking” mistake I’ve ever done.
It all began several months ago when my sister introduced me to chocolate-covered potato chips. I hated it, but she loved it. It is also expensive. So today*, I tried making them myself. The problem is the chocolate. I couldn’t find baking chocolate at the supermarket I was at. I contemplated going somewhere else until it occurred to me the ice-cream I’ll be buying would melt (ice-cream is not for a cooking experiment, but rather how bloody hot this country has been the past week.) I settled for a plain Cadbury milk chocolate (They didn’t sell dark chocolate. What the what!)
Problem is when I melted the chocolate three times, it turned flakey instead of looking like pudding, but still somewhat melted. So lesson learned: don’t heat it three times. Once—for a minute—was actually enough. (Or use chocolate that would melt properly. Say, I don’t know, BAKING CHOCOLATE?) Or, you know, keep melting it.
After a lot of fun with the chips and chocolate (and me risking looking like how I ate when I was seven years old), voilà! You might think it’s gross, but it turned out quite well. It’s a mixture of sweet and salty. Oh! One of life’s conundrum! How splendid!
* Yeah, yeah, two baking adventures in two days. I start work next week. I need to retain my… uh, dignity, somehow
(I’m also aware at how gross this looks. *Shifty eyes*)

Here’s the weirdest “baking” mistake I’ve ever done.

It all began several months ago when my sister introduced me to chocolate-covered potato chips. I hated it, but she loved it. It is also expensive. So today*, I tried making them myself. The problem is the chocolate. I couldn’t find baking chocolate at the supermarket I was at. I contemplated going somewhere else until it occurred to me the ice-cream I’ll be buying would melt (ice-cream is not for a cooking experiment, but rather how bloody hot this country has been the past week.) I settled for a plain Cadbury milk chocolate (They didn’t sell dark chocolate. What the what!)

Problem is when I melted the chocolate three times, it turned flakey instead of looking like pudding, but still somewhat melted. So lesson learned: don’t heat it three times. Once—for a minute—was actually enough. (Or use chocolate that would melt properly. Say, I don’t know, BAKING CHOCOLATE?) Or, you know, keep melting it.

After a lot of fun with the chips and chocolate (and me risking looking like how I ate when I was seven years old), voilà! You might think it’s gross, but it turned out quite well. It’s a mixture of sweet and salty. Oh! One of life’s conundrum! How splendid!

* Yeah, yeah, two baking adventures in two days. I start work next week. I need to retain my… uh, dignity, somehow

(I’m also aware at how gross this looks. *Shifty eyes*)

October 22, 2009

Batter

Batter

Cupcakes

Cupcakes

Zamri

Zamri

Vivie and I made black bottom cupcakes this afternoon (although we decided to call it black butt cupcakes). It’s a very tricky recipe, since the only rising agent is the filling (white part). So, our baking war involved a lot of estimation on how much black bottom we should put in. It tastes very healthy since we cut down the brown sugar, didn’t use any icing (HOORAY!) and used dark chocolate as oppose to milk chocolate!

Also, complimentary picture of Zamri because HE’S SHO CUUUUUTE.