Your Religion Says…

26 09 2010

I am utterly disgusted. He’s a failure. He’s chasing something he can’t reach. The only way to save him is by telling him he can’t do it, or at least tell him to seek professional help.

Otherwise, keep your mouth shut. All religions have a basis: Don’t lie.

What are you guys doing?


Visiting The Bittergourd

24 09 2010

This is my trip to Kuala Sepetang, an evening’s walk from Taiping (thus earning it’s name in the olden days). It’s near the sea, and famous for its mangrove swamps, and like everywhere in Malaysia, food. =)

I promise I’ll be keeping a constant flow of posts from now on. Except maybe SPM. This is a picture post. I’d choose Compacts for convenience, but the DSLR is so much more satisfying. =)

Beautiful place! =D

Anyway, I’m not going to talking about exams and all. My whole life revolves around studies, so this is the only reprieve I get.

Here’s the post I owe: Bittergourd and egg, served with rice. Incredibly simple!

A whole bittergourd would serve two teens, perhaps. For a single teen, you’d mathematically-ligically need half a bittergourd. Since this was my lunch, this recipe is for half a bittergourd.

Slice them into thin slices. Thick ones take longer to soften, and no one wants bittergourd with that raw taste inside it. Put ’em in a bowl as shown, and add half a Baskin Robbins spoon of sugar inside¬† and “marinate” it. This reduces the bitterness so it doesn’t make you flinch when you eat.

Put a bit of oil (canola being my preference), and as all dishes, wait for it to heat up. Then stir-fry the bittergourd slices until they become tender.

Leave the gourd at super low heat when it’s softened to your preference, then take out two or three eggs. Crack ’em into a bowl, and add salt/soya sauce to it. Based again on your preference, beat them up before frying or just instantly fry them in with the gourd.

Fry and chop the mixture til your eggs get cooked(I’m assuming you know how to cook basic Chinese scrambled eggs) and serve with white steamed rice. Voila!

Another option. If you prefer the eggs omelette styled, just leave it to stick into an omelette before sticking your spatula inside. =) Lunch is served.

I think I prefer omelette =(

Be back with more =) Ciauz!

P.s.Mosh Pit(Front Row Tickets)

Booya. =)


16 09 2010

I am currently blogging away using Maxis Broadband, an extremely slow Internet broadband that renders photo-uploading impossible. Thus, I’m gonna have to stop blogging awhile.

Parents signed up for something called Unify, or Uni5, I dunno. Apparently it’s astonishingly fast, so I’ll keep my fingers crossed. :/

It’s coming on Monday! =D See you guys then. Expect a post on Monday, if my mom goes out with her friends. Teehee.


6 09 2010

So I’m all alone at home, and the clouds outside are getting dark with rain. Just finished cooking up lunch three hours ago, leisurely stroking Nat with my feet as she groans and sniffles.

In school, I enjoy spending time with friends and all, so the more active part of me gets satisfied. At home, when my parents are out, the quiet side gets a fill. It’s necessary for every human, I believe. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing; sipping drinks with a good friend, sitting on a field after tending to work, or typing down how it feels like on a blog(yours truly).

I want more of this. It’s so calming.

Ace Farewell. Yes, I need to blog about The Party, The Teacher(Anne), and The Class(Thursday 8-10pm).

Yesterday was a great night, and my first ever time Emcee-ing. Gosh D:

Love it.

See you guys round. =)

P.s. I owe you guys a food post. Should I do my version of Garlic Fried Rice, or just plain and simple take away; DURIAN?! =D


He couldn’t help staring. She was daring enough to wear a shoulder-exposing getup. The exposed, smooth, tanned skin kept him distracted for awhile. The rest of her features were just perfect, as usual, whether she was at the lecture hall, or a fine-dining restaurant. The shoulders were terribly captivating, as she cocked her head to one side, making her collarbone look more pronounced.

Daiemn, thought Nick.