Tuesday, June 24, 2008

the side effect(s) of traffic jam

like it or not, everyone have to face, or rather brave traffic jam every single day. be it going to work or coming home from work. have you ever wondered what are the side effect(s) of a really bad traffic jam? well, when one was trapped and stuck, one's mind start to wonder. so these are, among others, the side effect(s) that i can list down as there are too many to list (besides cepat habis minyak of course):

  1. you get crammed legs, especially those who drive a manual car like yours truly;
  2. you get high blood pressure because you are tensed;
  3. you get bladder problem because when you are stuck, that's when Mother Nature starts calling;
  4. you pollute the air and also your lungs (some people wind down the screen to save fuel or when weather permits);
  5. you can start your own dictionary of vulgar words and curses;
  6. you become fat and obese and have diabetes.
fat and obese you say? well, i have evidences to support my case.


RAIN


OR SHINE

These are my peneman, these keep me sane on the road.


YUP, I ATE THE WHOLE THING ALL RIGHT.

THESE WERE BOUGHT AT A PETROL STATION AS THERE'S SOME PROMO GOING ON AND IT'S CHEAP.


A SLIGHTLY HEALTHIER OPTION


THIS BAG OF CHOCOLATEY GOODNESS WAS A COURTESY OF A CERTAIN SOMEONE (you know who you are ;P) WHO WENT TO LANGKAWI AND BOUGHT FOR ME WEEEHOOO. I AM ONE HAPPY BUNNY.


THESE ARE MY ATTEMPTS TO COOL THE CHOCS BY THE AIR COND. I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO ANYWAY.


CAN I HAVE MORE OF THESE PLEASE? ANYONE GOING TO LANGKAWI ANYTIME SOON? OR DOES ANYONE WANNA GIVE ME CHOCCIES?
*batting eyelashes*

of course i did not finish everything in one day. i still have the granola bar, the milo combo duo and a handful of hershey's left (so sayang to eat as it is so yummy). but at the rate traffic is going on, it'll be gone in no time.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

weekend project part 8

i always wonder why NTV7 shows Martha Stewart Show very late at night. more often than not i would watch it before going to sleep, with my lights off and all bundled up in my blankie. even though i feel sleepy, i would force myself to watch it because it always feature yummy cookings and easy-to-do recipes, which made me drool in the middle of the night. so one night i saw Martha baking Molten Chocolate Cake and my oh my I cannot tahan looking at the chocolatey goodness so i told myself, "i'm so gonna try making those." thank God for technology, i got the recipe from here. it is simple and easy to make, the ingredients are easily available and most importantly, they taste great.
add a dollop of whipped cream and you have a sinful dessert that will end up on your waist, hips, thighs and butt

unfortunately, it didn't really turn out as it should be. the inside of the cake should be oozing out when you eat it, thus the name Molten Chocolate Cake. i followed the recipe religiously so i have no idea what went wrong. perhaps my microwave oven was a bit too hot. never mind lah, as long as i get the chocolatey goodness out of it, i'm happy. i guess i'm gonna have to try it again next time.

to contribute to the expansion of my already huge waist, hips, thighs and butt, i also made lasagna. the lasagna sheets was bought some time ago but i never got to do it so off i went to get the cheese and other ingredients and voila!

BEFORE


AFTER

What's that sound i hear? oh, it's probably my thighs rubbing against each other. boohoo.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

tribute to daddy

More often than not, people would ask me, how come you’re in private practice? Why didn’t you join judiciary? Why didn’t you follow you father’s footsteps? One person even said to me, “kalau I jadi you, mesti I dah jadi Majistret sekarang.” While some would tell me, “Mesti senang kan you nak deal dengan orang2 di court bila tengok nama bapak you.” Not really but yes, it has its ups and downs. I am proud to carry my dad’s name but that also means that I am carrying a heavy burden on my shoulder, especially in my profession. People would expect me to be at a certain level, their expectations would be so high and of course I couldn’t afford to screw up. In the event that I do (which I hope I won’t), not only will I be malu but my dad also will be malu! Someone once asked me, “your father garang tak di rumah? Di court memangla dia garang but di rumah?” To which I answered, “kalau tak garang, tak jadi orang la I adik beradik.”

So dad, Happy Father’s Day to you. Thank you for making me the person I am today. I think I get my garang-ness from him lah. heh~



Friday, June 13, 2008

not a weekend project

the last time i was in Cold Storage, i bought this genius little invention. this is a perfect invention as baking a real no-bake cheesecake would be such a hassle and requires a lot of time. read here under the post "my first". if you're in a hurry or intends to make a little treat for that special someone, this will definitely do the trick. you can always tell them that you baked it from scratch though.




it was not so smooth because the mixture has started to set. perhaps next time i should put the mixture in a piping bag and pipe it out on the little cups.

i presented this box to the Boyfy. i am such a model girlfriend. he better count his blessings. hahaha. as for the writings, go figure.

even though the box says it's a 'real cheesecake', nothing could beat a real real cheesecake. taste-wise, nice and yummy but not so cheesy. however, the Boyfy loved it and my brothers loved it so I'm happy. the whole box could make about 20 pieces i think but i only get to eat two pieces. alternatively you can prepare it in a baking dish.

this weekend's project will probably a hunting session for more genius inventions. =)




Tuesday, June 10, 2008

all the more reason

Some people say it is not good to hate Mondays since it is the Penghulu Hari. As much as I hate Mondays, I think somehow rather it is the matter of the mind. I mean, I could hate every other day if I want to, right? So I tried not to really hate Mondays and try to be positive but then fate has to play its part too. Just when I was starting to be positive, it had to happen on a Monday.

I came home yesterday only to find the maid missing. Missing as in disappear as in nowhere to be found, nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be traced, kapish. No wonder when I called home, nobody picked up the phone. I checked her room and none of her stuffs were there except for a blue ‘gucci’ towel. The good thing is, at least she didn’t leave the kitchen in a mess (except for a used frying pan ughhh) and had already picked up the clothes. These kinds of stories are always reported in the newspapers and now it happened to us. I dread to think about situations where the maid left the house and leave little kids all by themselves. So far, I don’t think anything major is missing, alhamdulillah. But then I won’t know because she might have picked some stuff that we are unaware of. The thought that somebody might have come by to the house to pick her and they may have duplicated the house keys sends shivers down my spine. It is surprising to know that she had made ‘friends’ (if at all, unless she’s so used to KL and knows where to go and how to get there) here because she has only been here for about 2 weeks. Apart from that, she said she’s worked in Sg. Petani back in the 90s. I guess these people can never be trusted. No matter how nice and well you treat them, they will somehow rather betray you, in one way or another. We have changed the house keys and I hope the house is safe. Now we have to go through the trouble all over again to get a new maid.

On top of that, lil bro’s handphone was snatched yesterday while walking from Pavilion to KLCC. I am sure that his life will no longer be the same without his phone on his hand, 24/7. This happened while he was walking while sms-ing. Heck, he’s always sms-ing anyway. It is indeed a tough lesson to learn. Unfortunately he did not get to see the motorcycle’s plate number as it happened so fast and he said the motorcycle was berasap. If only he had pulled back the phone strap slightly stronger, the pencopet could have fallen from his bike and he could beat him to death.

Yesterday also I literally mengamuk with the people from Streamyx as they said that we could not have internet connection due to the large number of people using it in our area and that they have limited number of ports(?). Now we are put on the waiting list and they can’t even tell me what number I’m on in the list. I was so pissed off that I told the person, “lebih baik awak dengar saya mengamuk kat telefon daripada saya pergi sana, mengamuk kat sana. Yang mana satu awak nak?” If they had told me in the very first place that the area can no longer have internet connection whatever, I wouldn’t have signed up and registered for the so-called combo, would I? It is simply ridiculous. Now they’re telling me that unless and until someone terminates their line, then only we can have ours, that is if we are number 1 on the waiting list. i am waiting for them to call me today and explain or else I'm so gonna serang TMpoint. just wait and see.

So there. And it all happened on a Monday. Of course, it was a coincidence.



Friday, June 06, 2008

nothing is free

…except dreams. For now, I can only dream about driving my dream car, which has somehow turned into a nightmare. Unless, I marry find a dying old filthy rich, multi-millionaire geezer, make sure he transfers all his worldly possessions into my name and then kill him die.

Of course, I am just kidding. Duuh. i told the Boyfy this so-called 'plan' of mine and that after I got all the worldly possessions, I will marry him. hahaha. alternatively, I suggested to him that we migrate to other parts of the world. he just shook his head. hahaha. the things he have to put up with, that poor guy. I told him this when i made him he teman me refill my tank the other day.

Terima Kasih negaraku tercinta. pfft. the least they can do to ease the rakyat's anger over the fuel price hike is to declare a public holiday on Monday in conjunction with the Agung's birthday tomorrow. those in favour, say aye!