& Thursday, January 24, 2008
Pot Calls the Kettle Black
Woe to our poor long-suffering neighbours. I cannot count on my fingers and toes the number of times we have given them an earful (and more!) during our loud loud family arguments.
Yesterday, in response to something Daddy said,
my brother the smart ass retorted "Pot calling kettle black".
UHOH.
This, of course, led to a FURIOUS TIRADE which included these sentences:
"You're calling me a POT AH????!?!?!?!"
"You're saying that I'm just as BLACK AS YOU?!?!?!?!"
*ROAR ROAR ROARs the house down*
If you take away the shouting and menacing glares of DOOM and the vein-in-the-temple threatening to pop out, and actually examine those two sentences, it's actually quite funny. Heh.
You see where I get my crazies from???! ^^
I love my dad and bro, I really do.
Despite the fact that they are crazy, hot-tempered loud-mouths. :)
( 7:44 PM )
& Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Slices of Life
I don't know why I've been feeling so compelled to blog lately. And here I am, yet again, blogging!
Dearest brother of mine has started school again, and is now in Form 4. We have this nice little daily routine where I rant and complain about my day at work, and he does the same about his day in school.
Mid-way through our conversation:
Best-sister-in-the-world: So what did you study in Biology today?
Little-brother-who-is-spoilt-silly: We're learning about cells, you know, nuclei, endoplasmic reticulum, mitochondria, chloroplasts, yadda yadda yadda [insert lots of biology gibberish here]...... bulgogi......
*I proceed to laugh my head off*
Why, you ask? Sounds like a part of a cell, no???
Bulgogi, for those uninitiated in the splendours of Korean Food, is a yummy grilled beef dish. See picture:
OBVIOUSLY NOT PART OF CELL
What was my brother actually intending to say???
He was talking about the Golgi Apparatus lah, which, by Dartmouth College's definition is: "a part of the membrane system within the cell that works closely with the endoplasmic reticulum. The Golgi Apparatus modifies proteins and brings them to the cell surface where they can be secreted. Secretions include hormones, enzymes, antibodies and other molecules."
See picture:
ALIEN LIFE FORM
My blog is educational and not just full of mindless ramblings. Seriously.
Ahaha, my brother is so cute.
We're very similar that way, in that we are quite preoccupied with all things FOOD. What to do, deprived at home mah.
In other news, American Idol has started!
My whole family watches with varying degrees of interest.
Me: almost obsessed, picking favourites, would vote if voting was possible
Bro: very interested, picking favourites who usually are HOT girls
Mummy: interested and comments on singers occasionally
Daddy: interest slightly piqued but more interested in airing his comments over the sound of their singing and thus disturbing our viewing experience.
Haha.
Reality TV, our only past-time to tide us over this barren desert of tv shows due to the writer's strike. I support the writers! Give them more money, stupid network people, and give us back our shows, thank you very much. :)
Say hi to the newest additions to my ever-expanding-softtoy-empire:
So cute horr?!?!
Toodles. ^^
( 10:20 PM )
& Friday, January 11, 2008
Hey There Delilah
Love songs should be written like this:
Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you
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I wonder who Delilah is, if she actually exists.
To inspire such a beautiful, earnest song... she must have been someone special.
It is written so simply, yet you can feeeel the yearning in his voice, and the hope he harbours - of making it big someday, for her; because of her.
*melts*
Haha... really, there need not be grandiose lyrics of walking to the ends of the earth for someone, for it is sweet simple songs like this that touch the heart.
( 7:54 PM )
& Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Singapore Roars but Malaysia Boleh!
For the past 6 years, without fail, I have journeyed via the Nice Bus to meet up with my many many friends living in the pretty island set in the sea.
Most people visit Singapore for two things: Shopping and Food.
I did both!
But not in the conventional way that people do it.
Instead of shopping for clothes, we went to the Wet Market to shop for Groceries.
Instead of eating out, we cooked up a storm.
So Domesticated!!! someone give me a pat on the back. :)
As the glorified Kitchen Hand, I was given the EXTREMELY important task of...
Washing Crabs.
I spent TWO HOURS washing crabs okay... the crabs were STINKY and full of GRIME and I spent two hours scrubbing away at the toilet sink (coz Singaporean kitchens are super duper small) to get the crabs squeaky clean and thus fit for eating.
This was the end result:
Super Spicy Chilli Crab
Apparently it was good. After two hours of being intimately acquainted with the crabs, I couldn't bring myself to eat them. Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that it is extremely unworth it to cook/eat crab. First you have to kill it, then you have to wash it, then you have to cook it, then you have to peel it... and what do you get? Less meat than the meat on a single chicken wing. I'd rather eat chicken wings all day. Speaking of chicken wings, behold, with awe, my favourite food of all time:
Super Salty Shrimp Paste Chicken
My once-a-year delicacy and constant craving. No one makes it like my ex-housemate Esther makes it! Deep fried to crispy perfection. Amazingly succulent and tasty. I miss it already!
Besides these, we also ate: Sotong Balls, Yau Char Kwai with Fish Paste Filling, Fried Noodles, Curried Eggs, Lamb Curry, some cool vegetable wrap thingy... SO MUCH FOOD! To think that we used to do this almost every weekend in Adelaide. It's a miracle that I didn't become obese. :p
Singapore was great and meeting up with old friends made me feel all nostalgic and sentimental about the four years I spent there, in that cozy little corner of Townhouse 4, Adelaide.
The old friends
The old married couple (who are in denial)
The Speech Pathologist and The Dietitian say:Eat Vegetables, as they are Good For You!
And on that note, I wish you happy new year and bid you adieu. :)
( 10:32 PM )
