Category: Always Hungry

• I AM COOKIE MONSTER.

  1.

  It is World Book Week and on a very appropriate note, my Amelie Nothombs from Book Depository’s arrived~ Except they’re posted to my home. My mom was gonna deliver them over today but got caught up with work last minute so i’d have to wait. But srsly. I must have whined about them unknowingly for quite awhile because my parents and sister all texted me to let me know my books have been delivered at different times and i every time i get the text i hyperventilate a little more.

  I’m such a lit fan girl it’s disgusting.

  2.

  The weeks pass so damn quickly i can scarcely believe it.

  I’m slighhhtly losing steam on the academic front, but because i was so organized and productive in the first couple of weeks, i think taking awhile off is fine. I was surprisingly calm about being underprepared for Stats mid-terms just now (copying out my cheat sheet 20 minutes before my classes trololol).

  One thing. I keep hearing people complaining about the mad competition in university. I don’t get it.

  Competition only exists in one’s one mind. It’s a perceptual construct. It exists only when you imagine it to be there, thereby conceding your participation. See, there is no way you can be part of a competition if you didn’t sign up for it.

  So i say to heck with competition! Especially if you don’t like it. I understand that some people thrive in it, that they use it as positive motivation. But if you personally are upset with all the ‘competition around’, then just.. stop. Stop looking at everyone as competitors. They’re working hard because they want to do well, they probably don’t even care or know who you are.

  I’m a huge advocate of working because you want what you’re working for. Working in comparison to others just never seemed like a proper motivation for me.

  3.

  

  MAF with all my lovely friends that i miss so much and Ms How and Ms How’s qt nephew! We found the treasure trove of hot chinese tea, pomelo and magical snow skin mooncake in the hall! They gave them out FREE FLOW and we were all like BLASPHEMY how could we not have known this in the past two years, instead buying overpriced chicken wings from the councillors! It’s a pity i don’t like mooncake, but the tea was good~ So was the company. <3

  4.

  Sick of hall food, sneaking out to get pricey nonsense instead. I would feel guilty about this except it’s my dad who insists he’d rather i spend more and eat more than scrimp and starve on sucky hall food (which isn’t that bad but the same shit for breakfast every day!? Even the international variety can’t make that tolerable in the long term).

  

  They served Laksa a couple of days back and it was as good as if not better than the ones you get at hawker centres (i think, i don’t really eat at hawker centres) (although this would soon change because Gee Ang and Xin are gone).

  

  And the pseudo Shepard’s Pie that i loved because of carrots i love carrots.

  This is because before Utown i desperately searched for photos of the food here so i’m doing every potential Utowner a favor.

  Speaking of, after finding this website devoted to reviewing cookies i spiralled into this insane cookie craving phase that resulted in the most magical Cookie Day (and a Half). Had a package of Famous Amos which was incredibly unsatisfying because it popped out of the FASS vending machine. Spent two hours of psych tutorial dreaming of a Subway cookie and staging an internal debate between the goodness of Peanut Butter or White Chip Macadamia (Peanut Butter was out after my two hour ordeal so White Chip it was). Still wasn’t as good as i wanted it to be so i went to bed unhappy but not before scarfing down three quaker oat cookies. Small and un-decadent. Finally, finally cookie contented this morning with Pepperidge Farm’s cookie packages. And plain ol’ chocolate chip – it never goes wrong NEVER.

  Dammit now i want some more. WHEN WILL THIS COOKIE RAMPAGE END.

  Actually, never. My cookie addiction is eternal.

  5.

  

  First.

  

  Second.

  …third soon. I don’t know how i can handle this.

  :’-(

  September 20, 2012

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• Goodbye, Tsugumi.. and other things

  Alright with BKK then camps coming up it’s impossible to keep with the day-by-day challenge (already, i’m failing miserably lulz). I’ll complete it (eventually) I promise, but yez. NO MOAR EBERYDAY sorry.

  Guys i actually have a life! Dinner with the A16 girlz at Saveur (OHLORDYAMAZINGQUALITYFORTHEPRICE) and then Sleepover at Debbie’s! The next day was brunch at Marmalade Toast where as usual i got the Chicken Masala wrap although i’m dying to try something new and chocolate truffle cake. And then Lao Jiu the next night but with my infant’s sleep cycle i was dead by the end of it (also cuz of smelly ang moh) (even after Starbucks legasp!?) Saturday i fulfilled my insane craving for Mos Burger and EwF’s Nutella tart and also other things lulz. And BEACH DAY YESTERDAY so much sand and dunking and sunnnn and also nua-ing and i wanted Solero so bad but didn’t get it but i did get Fruitare at the end of the day happy me. And it’s off to the land of Thai tomorrow~

  For awhile i was addicted to the soundtrack for a movie adaptation of Goodbye, Tsugumi by Banana Yoshimoto:

  FINALLY got to read the novel, and it didn’t disappoint. I loved the character of Tsugumi.. complex and intense and violent and unbearable, but i was especially impressed by the way Yoshimoto tied her to the different characters. (Also, her speech patterns are hilarious.) The protagonist’s side story about leaving the idyllic seaside and entering Tokyo, as well as her life as a child of an extra-marital affair was brilliant as well. Thing about Yoshimoto’s stories are that they never try to overwhelm/bore you with one large happening. It’s always set at a specific period, and as in real life, many things are going on at once and nothing takes real precedence. One event may shade the other, but never overshadow. Like life itself. It’s all very believable, which i like.

  That was after Yoko Ogawa’s Housekeeper and the Professor. It was a short, simple read as well – but had little of the impact. Quite a cute idea la – old professor establishing ties with a young housekeeper and her son and inculcating in them a love for the beauty of math. But everything – the professor’s unexplained and sometimes overt love for children, the allusion to his affair with his sister in law (?), his 90 minutes memory, everything just doesn’t seem very functional in reality. Still a pretty good read for maybe a free afternoon.

  Halfway through Winterson’s The Stone Gods!

  July 23, 2012

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• ‘scream.

  Starting on-job training at RWS tomorrow! I suspect I’ll have less time with this space, so a round of recommendations to make up for it?

  Mid-way through J.M Coetzee’s Youth. I was raring to get my hands on that one, because the protagonist is 1) male (I love male protagonists, they’re much more tolerable), and 2) He’s 19! For awhile I’ve felt suspended at an age where good books were either above or below my age range. There were seldom any books tailored specially for 16/17/18 year olds that did not involve lots of sex and proms, things I have little interest in experiencing through text. Youth is, surprise surprise, very age appropriate (although sex is still prevalent) – John is full of ideals and the need to live alone and be all fantastic but fails a lot on the way. Also I heard J.M Coetzee’s text is used for this year’s ‘A’ Level Literature, so yay. Lit texts are always pretty good.

  I’ve reached my goal of having Strawberry Cheesecake at 5 different i/c stores within a month! ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED.

  So in March, I decided to scout around for and then compare good Strawberry Cheesecake i/c because I can’t get enough of them things. Most of the time I get really distracted and order other exciting flavors, and sometimes they don’t have Strawberry Cheesecake so I end just getting strawberry or cheesecake. But anyway, with a ranking:

  1. b&j

  It’s actually kind of impossible, ever, to beat Ben & Jerry’s when it comes to Strawberry Cheesecake. At least for me. I love mine really rich, cheesy and salty and sickeningly sweet with that doughy, crusty texture. So far only B&J could reach that intensity of flavor.

  2. baskin-robbins

  This comes pretty close in the intensity. But it loses out on texture. Damn thinking about this makes me wanna walk down to Nex to get some. AND SELEGIE TAU HUEY. Which I had in the morning but am already dying for more.

  3. ice age

  Ice Age cafe along Kovan, where they serve ice-cream WHICH ARE REALLY. GOOD. but they charge insane service charges on top of their already steep prices. WORTH IT THOUGH. Just don’t eat it in the Cafe. Have it away from the crowd and save like two bucks or something.

  4. candylicious

  This is actually gelato, but it’s not as rich. In fact if you’re at Candylicious, get Peanut Butter. Celine and I had that for two days straight. The first day we shared and it was so good, the second day we had one each.

  5. venezia

  Although I love Venezia gelato, and could not stop eating them for a long while, their Strawberry Cheesecake is disappointing. GET YOGGI. No, actually, get Yoggi WITH Strawberry Cheesecake. THAT one’s explosive.

  Next, to try Creamier, where Shereen’s working! And also to get Swensen’s Hot Fudge Banana with Rei-En. April goal: TRY VANILLA FROM 10 DIFFERENT STORES (Vanilla being my 2nd all-time favorite. Also my theory is that how Vanilla is a good measure of the ‘screams of a shop in general.)

  I’ve been stagnant on the iTunes front lately. But here are a few good ones. OH, AND CALL ME MAYBE OF COURSE. This cannot be missed it has been playing in my head for A WEEK. Also, what we were trying to emulate during Sleepover:

  I love the Ugly Casanovas, and this one borders on sublime, where there are layers. The part from 0:55 – 1:05 gives me braingasms every time.

  I’ve never heard of Milo Greene prior to this song, I’m guessing their fairly new. Everything they have are brilliant. This one’s the best. So far (I’m hoping for more).

  Okay maybe I’m slightly slow, but I’ve never wanted to listen to Black Sabbath because it’s satanic (maybe) and I’m a proper convent girl. But I came across this accidentally and couldn’t resist it.

  THIS. IS. UNDENIABLY. BEAUTIFUL.

  I had a sudden craving for Chick Lit, but couldn’t find any decent ones. There were some I remember reading awhile ago and would love to reread again.

  Drama! by Paul Ruditis. Despite the very flamboyant title it’s actually a sleek, believable novel that well, yes, is narrated by a homosexual. But he’s subtle and non-raging and struggling with it. It’s about friendship and a lot about show theater, which makes up a good part of why I liked it. But really it’s one of the few series type novels I actually persevered through and was UPSET when it ended. (I suck at series reads.)

  The Squad by Jennifer Barnes. I had this phase where I devoured spy chicklit. Especially if the protagonist was a computer whiz/hacker. By devoured I mean I read so many of them damn things running on the same thread that I can’t remember or even differentiate them. They’re just a matrix of prodigious children kidnapped or orphaned employed by some kind of loving family unit/organization where they had to flex their digibrains and it usually involves long-lost family members being the ultimate villain. The only one I can remember distinctively is The Squad. It has something to do with cheerleaders who are covert spies. I’m not kidding. But it’s still good. I was very upset when she wrote two and gave up on the series.

  The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart. E. Lockhart writes great stuff, but Disreputable History is the best yet. (The Boyfriend List was good as a single novel, but it went on for ages with increasingly horrifying and tragic storylines so I quit.) This one is smart, and surprisingly dark for chicklit. I loved the protagonist – she does that: make you love her without being able to help it. SHE IS A GENIUS (both E. Lockhart and Frankie.) I’ve made up my mind to borrow it in the near future. I remember it doesn’t have a perfect, happy ending which made me very pleased.

  Good bye!

  April 3, 2012

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• there is no such thing as

  – overpriced ice cream.

  because that connotes it’s worth does not level or surpass it’s price.

  worth is what you expect the commodity to give you – in this case pleasure (i mean – c’mon. ice cream, people.) ICE CREAM (except in the case of a foul tasting shitpile of Wasabi ice cream Celine forced me to buy [$3!]) HAS NEVER LET ME DOWN. the pleasure i derive from ice cream is roughly equivalent to $9.75/reasonably sized scoop sans topping/other wonderful edible accessories. and since ice cream in Singapore is mostly below that, i’ve always been eating cheap ice-cream. YES, hotdamn.

  i just really want ice cream waffles now, so.

  and yes i have been eating ice cream every day. without waffles.

  there was Soft serve in plastic cups, mini-Magnums on stick, Venezia on cones, Baskin-Robbins in recyclables, Haagen-Dazs in tubs. BUT WAFFLES. WAFFLES. the ultimate combination.

  yeah ok.

  so if you’re one of those people, you’re here to check for mentions of my results. unfortunately i don’t and won’t post them up in full, but here are some tantalizing hints you nosy thing:

  1. i’m grateful for them, because they make the cut for the few courses i’ve had in mind all along. all local.

  2. they’re not fantastic though. not straight As if that’s what you’re thinking about.

  3. they were better than i expected. although my expectations were warped after the nightmare i had of getting three Cs, one A, a B and a couple Us. it was very strange.

  4. in fact i’m happy for everything except Econs. i really, really wanted that A. not for Lit, not for History, (and we can skip Math) but Econs. and after prelims i thought i could. i hate it when people get upset over a decent grade, but now i sort of-ish get why they feel that.

  5. thank you God. no, really. not good enough to worry about the insane range of options, not bad enough to be limited in any way.

  also i found that i don’t care much about grades as grades. it’s more of where i can go from here. so anyway, i’ll be going around to all University food places for taste tests.. i’ll have a good time with the one in town.

  if i had no filial duties or expectations to fulfill, i will. WILL. drop school now, rent a caravan and travel everywhere doing just enough freelance to feed myself. this is a completely true story. but, you know. life.

  oh! starting work at RWS in a few, with Rei and Celine. free entry to USS, wootz. kindly be torn up with jealousy.

  March 3, 2012

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• BRACES.

  YES.

  

  I NOW LOOK AND SOUND LIKE A RETARD ^ (more than I usually do anyways).

  Besides the existential crisis I had at Nex after buying a hell lot of food and not being able to eat them despite forcing it down my throat, and also the disgusting lisp I’ve developed, I’m fine.

  I think.

  Not really.

  I CAN’T EAT. WHAT IS LIFE.

  My post-braces menu consists of a shit load of milk based beverage, ONE MAEFFING FRIED CHICKEN I SHOVED DOWN DEFYING ALL DENTAL LOGIC, one bite of a german sausage, tau huey (acceptable), soup (not), and half a bowl of chocolate oatmeal which frankly tastes like what I imagine Willy Wonka’s puke to be (i.e not bad tasting but still really gross).

  HOW DO PEOPLE DO THIS? I have an additional lingual arch, I’m not sure how common it is, but anyway it’s this plastic tray that rests on the roof of your mouth. It takes away 50% of taste in everything I eat, and makes me vocally defunct.

  I can’t really pronounce -tion, or Rs or Ss. Actually everything I say just sounds really dumb now. Previously I could say really dumb stuff and.. sort of get away with it because I say it loud and proud. THIS WILL NO LONGER WORK.

  WHAT IF LIFE WHAT IS LIFE. I’m regretting it slightly also because I miss my deformed bunny/canine teeth which c’mon la is frankly quite adorable right. OK NO. I’m just going through a phase CAN’T EAT CAN’T TALK without sounding like a ‘tard. It is very challenging for me to think of a me who can’t talk nor eat it’s just weird because that’s basically all I do most of the time.

  ALSO PRELIMS IN LESS THAN A WEEK HOHO. KILL ME NOW BYE.

  September 6, 2011

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• NEBLOF (Good Junk Food)

  realized i’ve never listened to this without feeling incredibly sad..

  there are many things i want to tell all of you, but like always i’ll take the easy way out and turn to food instead.

  so here it is, my Non-Exhaustive Bucket List of Obscure Junk (& Non-Junk If It’s Really Good) Food. Also known as NEBLOF – which i will add to for as long as junk stays a staple in my diet (forever).

  1.

  CORNTOS.

  

  they are like twisties – but then again NOT AT ALL. twisties are dead corn chips. they’re just passive knurls, lifeless and empty in your mouth. Corntos are ALIVE. they dance in your mouth and refuse to go down without a good crunch. yeah, corntos – twisties but alive. it’s also ‘a healthier choice’ which i happily believed to mean ‘REALLY GOOD FOR HEALTH AND LONGEVITY’ (and then i found out it’s just a load of fats but it’s worth it, really). the good part is that it comes in little 20g packages so you can eat many periodically throughout the day and lose count and forget how scarily much you’ve actually eaten, like me. the downside is that the powder gets all over your fingers so you have to lick it off – depending, you may look either exceptionally sexy or plain gross. oh right, an alternative is if you wash your hands of course. but no one actually does that.

  2.

  BREADTALK DANISH BARS

  

  ignore the set and just get 5 danish bars. because it is GOOD. have been eyeing it for ages but somehow never got around to getting it. had it for the first time a couple days ago.. and i’ve already had three since. after a few rounds it gets less exciting, but try it at least once! like the good danish pastry it is, it’s made of laminated dough – somewhere between the taste/texture of a strudel and croissant. i’m really partial to the plain custard. if it were to moister and heavier with custard and FRESHLY MADE all the time, it would score a 9. but it’s halfway there, just nice enough to pick up every time you pass a Breadtalk. it’s a briefly sinful (ness told me today it’s deep-fried) and happy-day kind of dessert. for people who require something sweet after every meal. that is, again, me.

  3.

  STARBUCK’S SOY BANANA MUFFIN

  

  k i don’t even know why this is here because it’s neither junk nor obscure, but I’M DETERMINED TO HAVE THIS TOMORROW so it needs to be here because i’m being obsessive. probably the only soy thing i eat, ever. besides soya souce and Mr Bean’s cheese pancake (which i assume is soy if not i feel veh betrayed). it is warm and just right and probably the healthiest thing i’ve ever tasted. just go eat. then again don’t because they sell out really fast.

  4.

  WHIRLEY POTATO

  for full explanation, see:

  https://dopaminedaze.wordpress.com/2010/07/02/whirley-potato-hip-hop-jelly/

  5.

  MACDONALD’S CINNAMON MELTS

  

  you know all the times i said i’ve quit macdonalds for good? well it’s kind of not very true because i not-so-anymore-secretly am addicted to mccafe’s coffee. mccafe also comes with probably the most genius and most evil thing since the Mega Mac – cinnamon melts. cinnamon melts are always warm and sticky and so sweet you’ll never doubt that Ray Kroc (mcfounder) did have diabetes. but in a good way (the sweetness not the diabetes). i don’t know about you, but sweet + cinnamon + warm + pastry never goes wrong for me kthnx.

  6.

  KFC’S CHEESY CRUNCH CHICKEN

  

  OKAY FINE LA I’LL ADMIT IT. THIS WAS THE MAIN POINT OF THE POST. THIS.

  if you’ve watched the new kfc cheese chicken advertisement that seems to be dominating every channel i’m watching (not complaining though), you’ll get it. i haven’t actually eaten it (though i really, really, really, REALLY want to). want to is an understatement – this cheesy crunch shit haven’t left my mind since i’ve seen the commercial. EVERY. TIME. it’s on TV i stop what i’m doing and just watch. and watch. and die a little inside (the wide sargasso sea way according to gee).

  

  tender juicy chicken marinated in a special blend of cheddar cheese, topped with tasty parmesan cheese sprinkles.

  that’s exactly what the advertisement says. something like THIS existing on earth and people dare say there is no God? THIS. I WILL GET VERY VERY SOON. i don’t think i can survive another week without having this, i can’t. CANNOT GO ON ANYMORE NEED TO GET SOME FOOD INTO THIS JUNKYARD SYSTEM GNIGHT BYE EVERYONE.

  July 29, 2011

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• going-ons

  1.

  tori-go has REALLY GOOD CHICKEN. or i’m just hungry, either.

  2.

  today, i wrote thirty sides. econs and history. i died. my arm is dead.

  3.

  BUY CHILE GRAPES. they are nice and juicy and of general awesomity because Chile had the volcanic explosion and my sister says the lava makes for great fertilisers. God, although i will be sad for the people who died in this explosion (where there any?), thank you for nice grapes.

  4.

  also, i love katjes. yogurt berries.

  5.

  MASTERCHEF IS THE BEST SHOW EVER. RIGHT NOW AT LEAST.

  6.

  of the last 5 updates, 4 were about food.

  7.

  Channel 8 has this new show and i wanna watch it i wanna watch it it has zoe tay but i need to

  8.

  purge my playlist of azure ray because i downloaded three albums based on a couple of their nicer songs AND THEY ARE ANNOYING ON MY iPOD.

  9.

  and then i will download patience and prudence THEY ARE SO AMAZING.

  10.

  I FINISHED MY CHILEAN GRAPES. sad life is sad kbye.

  June 28, 2011

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• Nice Note Guy & Crispy Chicken

  in the library today, the guy beside me wrote me a note.

  as he was leaving, he kind of bent down to pick the note up (??) and placed it on my table and walked away. the note, to summarize, wished me luck for As. he was apparently also from Hwachong (i think he’s a graduate). it was heartening.. VERY, actually; i was dying away inside with every vector i had to intersect, and to have someone tell you he understands how shitty it is and assure you that it’ll turn out fine – it gives you the happy gotong-royong (i got this from SEAHistory HAH.) feel. besides, it’s always nice to have a random stranger show that he or she cares.

  i was revelling in this sporadic act of kindness and it could have ended really nicely BUT this is not Chicken Soup for Your Mugger Soul so unfortunately we didn’t just float away in happy oblivion. he came back after awhile with a friend and sat a little way off, forcing me to contemplate the different approaches i had to take in this inconclusive encounter with Nice Note Guy. there and then i had a mini panic attack. what do i do to maintain this a comfortably distanced interaction with just altruism on his side and gratefulness on mine, without having to go through the cripplingly awkward formalities when stranger meets stranger?

  I KNOW THIS MAKES ME SOUND SOCIALLY INEPT, because the polite thing would be to smile.. or something. (aside: i did a quick psychoanalytical breakdown of my mental disorientation. why the hell am i acting like i’m socially awkward when i am usually not? then i realized, i’m only adept at receiving negative social judgement – wholly due to my tendency to be a total retard in every possible social scene. i’m used to a specific trend of treatment, so when it comes to NICE, NORMAL, FRIENDLY socially things like this, my acutely honed social skills would have prepared me for nilch. in other words, i’m just really good at social damage control [because it is given that i would have done something dumb], but have no idea how to act when someone treats me NOT as a spazz. /end sad revelation of sad spastic self)

  back to the situation of many choices which may or may not ruin this beautiful act of altruism. these were my choices and the projected subsequent consequences:

  a) as i leave, i say to him ‘thanks for the note’. (BUT WHEN DO I SAY IT? LIKE BESIDE HIM? OR WHAT IF HE’S NOT LOOKING AT ME THEN DO I TAP HIS SHOULDERS? I HATE SHOULDER TAPPERS.)

  1. he will remain silent and we will stare at each other in awkward silence as a million gay babies spring forth from a million wombs. he thinks: ‘what a stupid girl. i obviously WROTE you the note because i am consciously avoiding direct verbal interaction right? i shall stare at you in awkward silence until you leave.’

  2. he will turn out to be the pompous type who loves intruding into another’s business. he says: ‘oh GREAT. i have been waiting for you to acknowledge it. tell me what subjects are you taking. you’re taking history? ok what’s your grade. tell me what prajadhipok’s greatest attribution as a nationalist is. pass me one of your history essays and let me critique it because i am pompous and nosey.’ which will be very traumatic for me because i) i suck at history and ii) it would totally ruin the idea of a nice Nice Note Guy.

  3. he says: ‘what note?’ because he totally wasn’t the one who wrote it and just picked it up from the floor for me. (which is highly improbable but since we’re talking possibilities here let’s be thorough.)

  b) as i leave, i smile.

  1. he misinterprets it as a sneer and thinks i’m mocking him.

  2. he does not look at me and i would have to stand there for awhile until he DOES look at me. then i smile. and how retarded would that be?

  3. he is pompous and nosey: ‘oh GREAT. i…’ etc.

  c) i just leave and pretend i didn’t see him.

  1. he thinks: ‘OMG WHAT A UNGRATEFUL ILL-MANNERED BITCH. i will never send nice encouraging notes that are well-intentioned but may perpetuate much psychological turmoil for mentally-unstable receivers, ever again.’

  2. he is a sensitive dude and is deeply disturbed by the etiquette-ly bankrupt state of the society. for nights he will be plagued by my moral decadence and empty consciences of the general people. then he will decide to steel his heart up to level with the equally insensitive masses and become a Mean Note Guy.

  either way i would have built a Frankenstein because of my own social disorder.

  SO, ANYWAYS. just at the moment when i had to make a decision that may or may not determine the social mores of Singapore’s future, something miraculous (for the second time that day) happened.

  while all my crazy conjectures and premonitions were desperately evaluated, the very basal portion of my brain developed a random bubble of thought JUST as i was in the perfect proximity of contact with him. this was the thought: ‘oh my god should i buy crispy chicken for dinner? ’cause i totally want crispy chicken. yes i should, YES I WILL! YES!!! CRISPY CHICKEN!!!’ in the five seconds taken to formulate and excite over this decision, I HAVE ALREADY PASSED NICE NOTE GUY. which means, no action was undertaken – i missed the chance to screw up. so, this being dealt with.. sort of, i went to eat crispy chicken.

  there are three lessons you can take home with you from this:

  firstly, don’t be stupid. just accept the kindness and move on.

  secondly, there are really really truly nice people on this Earth despite them unintentionally leading to my confusing mental breakdown.

  lastly, crispy chicken can always be counted on to entangle yourself from awkward social scenes.

  that is all.

  June 21, 2011

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• wouldn’t it be nice?

  As an impressionable child I was enlightened by the possibility of endless chocolate after an episode of the Simpsons.

  At the time I was young and ignorant. My body was a infinite furnace of calorie burning and my appetite knew no bounds nor fear. I can’t say that has changed very much except the eternal furnace proved to be quite fallible.

  NONETHELESS.

  Cadbury only cemented my belief that a Chocolate World was possible. Wouldn’t it be nice if it were true?

  Chocolate advertising has since evolved. For the worse.

  While slightly entertaining, the Cadbury eyebrow dance is mostly freaky – and where the hell is the chocolate you’re trying to sell?

  

  Children deprived of chocholate.

  And then again we have Homer high on choklit.

  

  Adult ODed on chocolate. Still, a more favourable position to be in.

  

  Sadly, the people of the no longer imaginative world misconstrue Cadbury ads and criticize them for being ‘disturbing’ and ‘sexual’ in nature. (I mean like WHUT? You find solemn children wriggling eyebrows less disturbing than a world with happy music and EVERYTHING CHOCOLATE?)

  All right yes. The chocolate man above is very obviously experiencing multi-orgasms just by holding his chocolate dog and if I’m not wrong he goes on to devour his chochopup. But c’mon. Who, in the face of INFINITE CHOCOLATE SUPPLY, wouldn’t go completely berserk?

  Face it. If it were possible and fat-free, you’d be giving your best orgasm face right now, too.

  

  

  Actually that was all. This is just an inane self-amusement to keep me from angst-ing over my chocolate lacking state. IT’S LIKE WHAAA. I didn’t realize our chocolate resource was running low and I forgot to top it up. Now all I have is a stick of Kinder Bueno and half a box of Van Houten’s.

   

  

  Sigh. :-/

  And this is really random but I learnt it from Stomp! Yeah I know right. That I actually learnt something useful there besides that Singaporeans love picking fights in the bus, clipping nails on the MRT, and having sex in the public.

  Oh well. MAKING HEART SHAPED EGGS IN A FEW EASY STEPS.

  

  Do this immediately after boiled. The chopstick is pressing down on the egg, by the way. In case the camera does tricks and you’re too thick to realize.

  

  It becomes like that. ISN’T IT JUST SO ADORABLE AND REDUNDANT!?

  There really doesn’t have much point to it. But the most incredible things in life don’t. I guess you can use this to jio girls, but then again if your relationship is based on heart shaped eggs then it is pretty much doomed to failure. I’m sorry slightly bitchy because of non-chocolately-ness and my inability to spell chocolate right despite it’s recurrence throughout the post.

  GOOD BOY AND GOOD RIDDANCE.

   

  March 6, 2011

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• Cholesterol Shmucko.

  What I would give up sex for. Although of course if I had all that, sex will no longer be a viable option. Still, I haven’t been this excited for a long, long time. Websites like this make me believe food is an art and that a congested coronary may very well be worth it.

  All from http://thisiswhyyourefat.com

  Friendly’s Soft Pretzel Burger

  

  A Big Beef burger with melted Vermont White Cheddar cheese, maple pepper bacon, and spicy mustard on a soft pretzel roll with lettuce, tomato, and mayo.

  Shopsin’s Mo’betta

  

  A maple bacon and egg sandwich on mac and cheese pancakes from Shopsin.

  From Blondie and Brownie: “This, my friends, is the king of breakfast sandwiches. Maple bacon and eggs on pancakes? And mac & cheese pancakes at that–it’ down right inspired. Add just a touch of maple syrup and you have sweet and salty perfection.”

  Breakfast Cake

  

  Two layers of quiche made from eggs, Bisquick, sausage, bacon, onions, peppers, and cheese, stacked and iced with sausage gravy, covered with more bacon, and topped with another layer of cheese.

  Doughnut Ice Cream Sandwich

  

  Baked Potato Pizza

  

  A pizza covered in alfredo sauce, topped with cheddar and mozzarella cheese, potato slices, and bacon bits.

  Bay of Pigs Headwich

  

  Roast pork, ham, swiss pickles, caribbean killer sauce and honey mustard… with chips.

  Denny’s Fried Cheese Melt

  

  From Eater: “.. Restaurant chain Denny’s updated its value menu with the Fried Cheese Melt , a sandwich made with ‘four fried mozzarella sticks and melted American cheese grilled between two slices of sourdough bread. Priced at a reasonable $4 , it’s served with french fries and a side of marinara sauce.”

  Nike Air Max Burger

  

  S’more Cupcakes

  

  Chocolate and graham cracker cupcakes topped with marshmallow swirl.

  Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Cheesecake

  

  Nutella Ice Cream Sandwiches

  

  Mountain Harbor Inn Brownie Stack

  

  Three balls of vanilla ice cream atop a 4 inch thick chocolate brownie, covered in hot fudge sauce, whipped cream and topped with a cherry.

  Bacon Cheese Turtleburgers

  

  Ground beef pattie topped with sharp cheddar cheese, wrapped in a bacon weave shell with hot dog head, legs and tail.

  Pake

  

  Pake = a pie inside a cake

  A lemon-vanilla cake with blueberry preserves, strawberry pie, and cream cheese frosting.

   

  December 8, 2010

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