Thursday, March 27, 2008
I am, atlast, free from school assignment, pain in the butt simulation, torturing nags from supervisor and unwanted stay-ups.
But I got a massive headache today and the joy was a bit messed up.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
long-haired guy
we both down with bad flu and fever last week. M got it 1st and he didnt go to work for the whole week and I got it last nite. Probably it just a fever, my body was pretty exhausted with load of cooking. I baked a NY cheesecake, apparently cheesecake and I dont have a good chemistry. The taste was awesome, okay, not that bad but the appearance was way below the par. M was so upset when I forced him to taste the cake, well, I forced him to transfer the fragile cake to the plate as I dont want to put the blame on me if something went wrong. Oh yeah, he is my scapegoat.
I also make an ice cream cake which became a hit. the cake was gone in a split of seconds when it was taken out from the fridge. I think the butterscotch and hot fudge added some mojo to the cake too. I didnt take any picture of the cake because I felt a bit timid to snap pic of my own cake while having loads of peeps watching it. the embarrasment is too huge.
Anyway, back to the original topic. I called mak and told that M was having a 'demam kura kura' and she advised M to cut his hair to reduce the heat. What's hair got to do with fever? you tell me. I adore guy with long hair, a shoulder length to be exact. not like awie's when he was singing 'Misteri Mimpi Syakilla' in the end of 80s. M hasnt cut his hair since we got married, opps, he cut it once, when I was mistakenly destroyed his fringe. apparently, his hair is longer than mine, thank God for the curls or else i felt like I married to one of this rocker band-mate. Yikes. Dont mind at all if he looks like Jon Bon Jovi, though.
I also make an ice cream cake which became a hit. the cake was gone in a split of seconds when it was taken out from the fridge. I think the butterscotch and hot fudge added some mojo to the cake too. I didnt take any picture of the cake because I felt a bit timid to snap pic of my own cake while having loads of peeps watching it. the embarrasment is too huge.
Anyway, back to the original topic. I called mak and told that M was having a 'demam kura kura' and she advised M to cut his hair to reduce the heat. What's hair got to do with fever? you tell me. I adore guy with long hair, a shoulder length to be exact. not like awie's when he was singing 'Misteri Mimpi Syakilla' in the end of 80s. M hasnt cut his hair since we got married, opps, he cut it once, when I was mistakenly destroyed his fringe. apparently, his hair is longer than mine, thank God for the curls or else i felt like I married to one of this rocker band-mate. Yikes. Dont mind at all if he looks like Jon Bon Jovi, though.
Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful & practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expects the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is ever broken.
Friday, February 15, 2008
It was a good dinner
I really have no idea how to make a nice thick soup. A western soup kinda. I rely 110% to beloved M to cook it for us. I mean , c'mon, he was whinning non stop about my soup over and over again for the pass 7 years. Anyway, last night, after I watched "Ricardo and friends" cooking series which M hates it very much. I was so intrigued to try his yellow bell soup which looks so Yumm-O.
Hmm, since I have to go to see madame for thesis correction, I decided to buy some yellow peppers and deposited some mullahs. M called me when I was doing my shopping and asking for flowers. Idiot, he the one who should get me a bunch. Anyway, back to my dinner. M was shaking to the bone cause he was dead hungry. moi aussi mais je suis patient ( je ne sais pas que est s'apelle patient en francais). a horrid translation from english to french. No biggy.
The recipe was freaking easy and it tasted fantastic. the taste is like the soup I usually get from the university cafeteria which by the way M detests it very much. Well, he hates almost everything that is non-home cooked. The chicken suprisingly turned out to be good as well. My express dine become a pretty exquiste oh la la dinner. not bad for a valentine's night except we dont have any candle to lit up the mood.
we settled down the night with nice and easy stomach and a handful of honey roasted almonds.
Hmm, since I have to go to see madame for thesis correction, I decided to buy some yellow peppers and deposited some mullahs. M called me when I was doing my shopping and asking for flowers. Idiot, he the one who should get me a bunch. Anyway, back to my dinner. M was shaking to the bone cause he was dead hungry. moi aussi mais je suis patient ( je ne sais pas que est s'apelle patient en francais). a horrid translation from english to french. No biggy.
The recipe was freaking easy and it tasted fantastic. the taste is like the soup I usually get from the university cafeteria which by the way M detests it very much. Well, he hates almost everything that is non-home cooked. The chicken suprisingly turned out to be good as well. My express dine become a pretty exquiste oh la la dinner. not bad for a valentine's night except we dont have any candle to lit up the mood.
we settled down the night with nice and easy stomach and a handful of honey roasted almonds.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Mutton curry anyone?
I know tonight my heart will be pounding hard. I just ate durian and I cook mutton for dinner. and I used the curry powder from the box which is super HAWT. I cooked it once , not quite a long time ago , and it caused a massive headache and my voice.
Doesnt mean that I am allergy to the lamb or the meat is too HAWT for me to handle ~denial!denial!denial!~ I just never fancy the taste of lamb. and the cook who usually cook the lamb is none other than mr M. and I told him that I am going to cook shrimp and veges. women, we never make up our minds eh.
Anyway, I think I am going to get my anxiety attack again. I think I hogging sweet stuffs too much these days. need to cut back some sugars.
The smell of the mutton kinda irk. shudda throw it or izza too late. well let M decide.
Doesnt mean that I am allergy to the lamb or the meat is too HAWT for me to handle ~denial!denial!denial!~ I just never fancy the taste of lamb. and the cook who usually cook the lamb is none other than mr M. and I told him that I am going to cook shrimp and veges. women, we never make up our minds eh.
Anyway, I think I am going to get my anxiety attack again. I think I hogging sweet stuffs too much these days. need to cut back some sugars.
The smell of the mutton kinda irk. shudda throw it or izza too late. well let M decide.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Thesis defense
Yesterday was the worst day in my life. and the eerie bad feeling just refused to go. Never again I will want to torture my very soul for things like this ever again. NEVER.EVER.
Now I know why a friend of mine burnt all his books when he was done with school. I, 100% feel the same way and understand very much his bizarre action.
4 hours of thesis defense with some questions that I, myself failed to answer. My stupid thoughts kept on muttering, what a heck- just deal with it. If you cannot answer them, just say 'I dont fucking KNOW you all ol' bastards.' And the bastards wanted me to correct some or quite handful corrections. DANG.
dont worry my vulnerable soul, you will not have to feel worry as I need not to do another 30 minutes of yakking. I just need to toil some so-called-world -reknowned-professors satisfaction.
the thing is , I dont feel relief. WHY o Why!
Now I know why a friend of mine burnt all his books when he was done with school. I, 100% feel the same way and understand very much his bizarre action.
4 hours of thesis defense with some questions that I, myself failed to answer. My stupid thoughts kept on muttering, what a heck- just deal with it. If you cannot answer them, just say 'I dont fucking KNOW you all ol' bastards.' And the bastards wanted me to correct some or quite handful corrections. DANG.
dont worry my vulnerable soul, you will not have to feel worry as I need not to do another 30 minutes of yakking. I just need to toil some so-called-world -reknowned-professors satisfaction.
the thing is , I dont feel relief. WHY o Why!
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