Hedonistics Anonymous
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Randomity rawksI got tagged by Ashish. Sigh.
What is your favourite food in your state or country?
Japanese food. Sashimi to be exact.
Find some info about the food and show delicious pictures of it.
Sashimi is sliced fresh raw seafood which I eat with Kikkoman soy sauce. No wasabi or pickled ginger because I hate wasabi and ginger.
Japanese food. Sashimi to be exact.
Find some info about the food and show delicious pictures of it.
Sashimi is sliced fresh raw seafood which I eat with Kikkoman soy sauce. No wasabi or pickled ginger because I hate wasabi and ginger.
Picture courtesy of Les-Culinotest which is precisely how I want my salmon sashimi to be served. With Kikkoman sauce. Nothing else.
Picture courtesy of Carmen Yuen. I heart salmon sashimi very much, but I also adore tako (octopus), hamachi (yellowtail), and akagai (arc shell).Hedo to currently-very-pregnant colleague: You know what's the best part about having babies? Making them. After that it all goes downhill from there.
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Hedo's updated list for Most Wanted Books.
(L to R)
1. The Children of Hurin by J.R.R. Tolkien
2. Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman
3. Marley & Me by John Grogan
4. A Cook's Tour by Anthony Bourdain
5. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling
6. Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain
7. The Debutante Divorcee by Plum Sykes
8. Everyone Worth Knowing by Lauren Weisberger
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Satan's spawnRemember my post on corporal punishment a.k.a Disciplining Your Offspring 101?
B and I have reached some form of compromise. He's okay about spanking the kid either on the butt or the palm by hand. Which made me soooooooooooooo relieved because at least I know that my chances of raising Satan's spawn is significantly reduced. Phew.
My mother used to give tuition to this 4yo kid who was literally Satan's spawn. Hell, even Satan himself would've fled screaming from this kid. He was extremely rude, hyperactive, ADD, last but not least, THICK-SKINNED! I have no idea how his parents disciplined him at home, but he was horrible. He would climb the door grills all the way up to the ceiling. He would turn my living room into an obstacle course. He would terrorize all the other kids, but when his mother came to fetch him, he would cry his lungs out as if he had been terrorized the whole day.
My mother threatened to rub chilli on his mouth if he dared to talk back, but that only worked for awhile. Then my sister took over and used the long ruler to threaten him. Haha. Then she used the cane. Then she actually brought the cane down lightly on his leg. After that, I didn't pay much attention to the tuition anymore, and the little demon also quitted tuition not long after.
Last night I asked my sister what else she used to discipline the kid. "I used the lighter," she replied nonchalantly.
"WHAAAAAAAAAT?? You serious???" I asked.
"Yups. I threatened to burn him."
"Omg, don't tell me you actually showed him the flame."
"I did."
"Did it work?"
"As usual, it only worked for a very short while."
I laughed. "Damn... you should have just set him on fire while you still could."
B and I have reached some form of compromise. He's okay about spanking the kid either on the butt or the palm by hand. Which made me soooooooooooooo relieved because at least I know that my chances of raising Satan's spawn is significantly reduced. Phew.
My mother used to give tuition to this 4yo kid who was literally Satan's spawn. Hell, even Satan himself would've fled screaming from this kid. He was extremely rude, hyperactive, ADD, last but not least, THICK-SKINNED! I have no idea how his parents disciplined him at home, but he was horrible. He would climb the door grills all the way up to the ceiling. He would turn my living room into an obstacle course. He would terrorize all the other kids, but when his mother came to fetch him, he would cry his lungs out as if he had been terrorized the whole day.
My mother threatened to rub chilli on his mouth if he dared to talk back, but that only worked for awhile. Then my sister took over and used the long ruler to threaten him. Haha. Then she used the cane. Then she actually brought the cane down lightly on his leg. After that, I didn't pay much attention to the tuition anymore, and the little demon also quitted tuition not long after.
Last night I asked my sister what else she used to discipline the kid. "I used the lighter," she replied nonchalantly.
"WHAAAAAAAAAT?? You serious???" I asked.
"Yups. I threatened to burn him."
"Omg, don't tell me you actually showed him the flame."
"I did."
"Did it work?"
"As usual, it only worked for a very short while."
I laughed. "Damn... you should have just set him on fire while you still could."
Friday, May 25, 2007
Welcome to my lifeLately I have not been at peace with myself, hence the lack of blog posts.
There's an awful lot going on in my mind but every time my fingers skim the surface of the keyboard, I start thinking, "What if he/she/they reads this?" and all that freaky shit and it's enough to put me off blogging.
B reads my blog. A few colleagues of mine reads my blog. Some of my best friends read my blog. And I feel even more pressured than ever not to open up the next can of worms because someone, somewhere out there might just take offense and (this is the part I hate the most) throw it back at me.
I am NOT a tolerant person by nature. In fact, I love having things done MY way. I'm naturally a ME!ME!ME! girl. Give me an inch, I'll take a 100 miles (or until someone blows up). But thanks to a few even more intolerant ex-bfs, I learned tolerance the hard way. It's not something I particularly enjoy, but it is a trait (along with tact and patience) that I admire in other people.
Anywayyyyyyyyy, I have been rotting my brains on South Park (Season 11) lately. Is it me, or has the humour quality slipped a few notches? Nothing is extremely funny anymore and if it is, it's more likely because it evolves something really lame and crude. Miss Thongs transferred a season's worth of Heroes into my hdd, but it's still with her so I haven't had the chance to check it out yet. Another colleague of mine passed a stack of Nip/Tuck dvds to me but I'm not really into watching plasticky pseudo-surgeons in action. Which brings up the question WHY IS IT SO DAMN HARD TO OBTAIN HOUSE MD DVD BOX SETS? Doesn't anyone else except me enjoy watching the oh-so-brilliant Hugh Laurie piss an entire hospital off? He's a genius and his evil sarcasm makes him extremely hot (and fuckable).
There's an awful lot going on in my mind but every time my fingers skim the surface of the keyboard, I start thinking, "What if he/she/they reads this?" and all that freaky shit and it's enough to put me off blogging.
B reads my blog. A few colleagues of mine reads my blog. Some of my best friends read my blog. And I feel even more pressured than ever not to open up the next can of worms because someone, somewhere out there might just take offense and (this is the part I hate the most) throw it back at me.
I am NOT a tolerant person by nature. In fact, I love having things done MY way. I'm naturally a ME!ME!ME! girl. Give me an inch, I'll take a 100 miles (or until someone blows up). But thanks to a few even more intolerant ex-bfs, I learned tolerance the hard way. It's not something I particularly enjoy, but it is a trait (along with tact and patience) that I admire in other people.
Anywayyyyyyyyy, I have been rotting my brains on South Park (Season 11) lately. Is it me, or has the humour quality slipped a few notches? Nothing is extremely funny anymore and if it is, it's more likely because it evolves something really lame and crude. Miss Thongs transferred a season's worth of Heroes into my hdd, but it's still with her so I haven't had the chance to check it out yet. Another colleague of mine passed a stack of Nip/Tuck dvds to me but I'm not really into watching plasticky pseudo-surgeons in action. Which brings up the question WHY IS IT SO DAMN HARD TO OBTAIN HOUSE MD DVD BOX SETS? Doesn't anyone else except me enjoy watching the oh-so-brilliant Hugh Laurie piss an entire hospital off? He's a genius and his evil sarcasm makes him extremely hot (and fuckable).
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Death to the giant egg-lephantI am so braindead today that even playing Pokemon seems overly intellectual to me. I deserve a Nobel Prize for actually managing to switch on my notebook. Blehh.
On a different note, B told me that he wanted to buy a new bag for me. Which made me so very happy until he mentioned that plastic bag is also a type of bag.
Double blehh.
In a perfect world, an ant can step on a rogue elephant and kill it. Which is precisely what happened today in the office. Thrilling stuff.
On a different note, B told me that he wanted to buy a new bag for me. Which made me so very happy until he mentioned that plastic bag is also a type of bag.
Double blehh.
In a perfect world, an ant can step on a rogue elephant and kill it. Which is precisely what happened today in the office. Thrilling stuff.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
So you think you can do mathsThe older man leans back in his chair. After a long pause he says, “Sometimes you have to exploit the negatives in your life. That may be how you have to look at this.”
My ears perk up. This conversation’s solid gold.
“Exploit the negative?” the younger man asks.
“You and your wife probably can’t have children of your own and you don’t want to adopt. Some people would say that’s a negative, right?”
“Yes.”
“But not having children means you and your wife are free to do other things. You can travel, explore business opportunities, go to school – you’re not tied down. There’s a positive side to not having kids.”
...and later
“All I’m saying is this,” the older man says. “You have to look at the empty spaces in your life, see the possibilities, and turn them into opportunities.”
As I’m listening a quote from Sun Tzu floats into my head. “Go into emptiness, strike voids, bypass what he defends, hit him where he does not expect you.”
“So you won’t have kids,” the older man continues, “But you have a lot of money. Millions. Maybe not having children will give you the time and freedom to use that money to help thousands of kids somewhere. When I was your age I was hustling to pay for braces. I couldn’t spare a dime to charity.”
Read original post here. Or if the site is still down, the cached version is available here. It's great stuff.
I was never a big fan of having kids. Dogs, yes... but not kids. Maybe some people are not genetically programmed to go forth and multiply, and I think I'm one of them. I could go forth, oh yes... but the multiply part, maybe not. I was never good at maths anyway.
And then I see people my age getting married and having kids and I wonder what's wrong with me, and I try to convince myself that having kids is a necessity. Part and parcel of doing your bit to ensure the continuous existence of your genes. But it never really sat comfortably with me. Sure I get the warm fuzzy feel-good feeling when I see cute, chubby, smiling babies but I'm comfortable with them belonging to other people.
Puppies, on the hand, I could love even the mangiest, ugliest ones. To me, they are more lovable than babies. And I've seen ugly babies. Actually all babies are ugly when they cry.
But that's only the surface issue.
Then there's bringing up kids. I'm pro-corporal punishment, which means using the cane as a form of discipline. Those new-age child-rearing bullshit about positive reinforcement and timeouts? No way. If I had a kid and he steps out of line, he's going to feel the stinging end of the cane. No compromise.
But B is anti-corporal punishment like you wouldn't believe it. And I'm not even going to explain how anti he is because it can lead to World War 3-scale argument.
And then I'm pro-academics. Like, if I have a kid, he or she better be good in studies. I'm not having a dropout. I don't care what people say about how dropouts make it big in life, as in that Datuk So-and-So only studied until Primary 3 and look, he's a billionaire now. Those are extremely rare cases and I'm not a risk-taker, so anybody who wants to be my kid BETTER BE GOOD IN HIS/HER STUDIES.
I seriously cannot imagine having a kid who wants to drop out of school or have no interest in studies. I seriously can't. I'll go mad.
I know I sound like a serious case of perfectionism or obsessive-compulsive disorder, but if I were to be responsible for another human being, I would want the best for him or her. Which means that as long as he or she is under my care (below 21), my word is law. This was precisely how I was brought up, and this is precisely how I would bring up my kid. My parents never emphasized that money is king, they stressed on the importance of maintaining your integrity, which I believe is more important than all the money in the world.
And then Waiter comes along and dished out the (very appealing) benefits of not having children and I'm back at square one again.
Ah well, thank goodness I is not able to look into the future. *smiles*
Friday, May 18, 2007
Stupid is what stupid doesHuman stupidity shines the strongest in the face of examinations.
Like the guy who, when the invigilator said the first 10 minutes was for PERUSAL time, he actually picked up his pen and started writing down the answers on his answer booklet as if his life depended on it.
Like the girl who went in and out of the exam hall no less than 6 times during the start of the exam because she couldn't remember what her table number was even though there was a seating list pasted outside the hall.
Like the guy who sat for a Financial Management exam with only two pens. Gosh, he must be a genius to be able to do squareroots to the power of 6 in his head.
Like the girl who brought a stack of translation dictionaries with her. Every single possible combination of English-Chinese-BM... you name it, she brought it.
Like the guy who, in the midst of the exams, decided that sms-ing was alot more fun than answering boring maths questions. Oh, and did I mention that the invigilator clearly stated that all handphones must be switched off?
Like the invigilators (all 6 of them) who didn't notice all the stupidity happening right under their noses.
Like the guy who, when the invigilator said the first 10 minutes was for PERUSAL time, he actually picked up his pen and started writing down the answers on his answer booklet as if his life depended on it.
Like the girl who went in and out of the exam hall no less than 6 times during the start of the exam because she couldn't remember what her table number was even though there was a seating list pasted outside the hall.
Like the guy who sat for a Financial Management exam with only two pens. Gosh, he must be a genius to be able to do squareroots to the power of 6 in his head.
Like the girl who brought a stack of translation dictionaries with her. Every single possible combination of English-Chinese-BM... you name it, she brought it.
Like the guy who, in the midst of the exams, decided that sms-ing was alot more fun than answering boring maths questions. Oh, and did I mention that the invigilator clearly stated that all handphones must be switched off?
Like the invigilators (all 6 of them) who didn't notice all the stupidity happening right under their noses.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Island tripping
Arriving at Satang Island by boat.
Yups, that's the aforementioned boat. Sea colour damn nice? Go get yourself a Sony Ericsson K800i then.
The K800i takes amazing pictures. Hahahahaha. I think I'm promoting the phone more than I'm blogging about the trip.
This is the hut that we stayed at. I keep wanting to add the word 'buruk' in front of hut but the fact that a purebred city girl like me survived the wilderness makes me worthy to be a Survivor contestant. Yerdeh.Btw, that's me in black. The girl with the outstretched arm is Miss Thongs. And the partially hidden guy is the owner of the K800i, Mr C. Oh, let me tell you an interesting Mr C story. Thongs was the self-appointed guardian of the bonfire, so she had to repeatedly collect dry wood, coconut shells, and leaves to keep the fire going. It was night, so I asked Mr C to accompany Thongs and I to the beach to collect dry coconuts. And that guy just plopped himself down on the chair and lazily proclaimed that he wanted to RELAX.
PUSSY WUSSY BOY!!!
The hut would make any city slicker flee in terror but I'm more macho that Mr C so I'm not complaining.Btw, I should've taken photos of the toilet. The zinc walls had holes in them and no matter how you try to keep yourself hidden, there's bound to be a strategic peeping Tom hole. In the end I just gave up being paranoid and took my bath as usual.
Turtle tracks.
Live oysters off the rocks. And before someone makes a scat joke, this photo was taken prior to cleaning the oysters. Fried with eggs, they were delicious.
Fresh turtle tracks. The turtle crawled ashore at 5am but it didn't lay eggs. Just made a big round and crawled back into the sea. The Forestry Dept guy who was suppose to be patrolling the beach every hour failed to inform us so we only got the news when we woke up.Photos taken by MK and Mr C.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Mehh.Today is me and my B's first year anniversary (the bf/gf type... because no wedding ring in sight yet).
So how are we going to celebrate our anniversary?
I'm going for an overnight trip to Satang Island for a spot of turtle-watching while B stays at home because he's not a fan of roughing it out in a godforsaken aircond-less place. Come to think of it, I'm not a fan of the great outdoors either, but I'll make an exception for Satang because it's really, really pretty and I really miss knocking live oysters off the rocks on the beach and eating them with a squeeze of lime. Super yums. :)
Thursday, May 10, 2007
My fine is RM375.10Was bloghopping when I randomly stumbled upon this rather interesting (read: narcissistic) piece of questionnaire.
I shall do it since I'm a self-confessed narcissist.
This is fun to do. Just read the ‘offence’ and if you’ve done it, you owe that fine. Keep going until you’ve read each ‘offence’ and added up your total fine. When you are done post this as: “My fine is RM…” You don’t have to confess your answers, just the amount of your fine.
Smoked pot — RM10
Did LSD — RM5
Ever had sex on holy grounds — RM25
Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you — RM40
Had sex with someone you got to know online — RM25
Had sex for money — RM100
Ever had sex with someone of a different race — RM20
Vandalized something — RM20
Had sex on your parents’ bed — RM10
Beat up someone — RM20
Been jumped — RM10
Cross dressed — RM10
Given money to stripper –RM25
Been in love with a stripper — RM20
Kissed someone who’s name you didn’t know — RM0.10
Hit on some one of the same sex — RM15
Ever drive and drank — RM20
Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk — RM50
Used toys while having sex — RM30
Got drunk, passed out and don’t remember the night before — RM20
Went skinny dipping — RM5
Had sex in a pool — RM20
Kissed someone of the same sex — RM10
Had sex with someone of the same sex — RM20
Cheated on your significant other — RM10
Masturbated — RM10
Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend — RM20
Done oral — RM5
Got oral — RM5
Done / got oral in a car while it was moving — RM25
Stole something — RM10
Had sex with someone in jail — RM25
Made a nasty home video — RM25
Had a threesome — RM50
Had sex in the wild — RM20
Been in the same room while someone was having sex –RM25
Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars– RM20
Had sex with someone 10 years older — RM20
Had sex with someone under 21 — RM25
Been in love with two people or more at the same time– RM50
Said you love someone but didn’t mean it — RM25
Went streaking — RM5
Went streaking in broad daylight — RM15
Been arrested — RM5
Spent time in jail — RM15
Peed in the pool — RM5
Played spin the bottle — RM5
Done something you regret — RM20
Had sex with your best friend — RM20
Had sex with someone you work with at work — RM25
Had anal sex — RM80
Lied to your mate — RM5
Lied to your mate about the sex being good — RM25
Tally it up and title it: “My Fine Is…” and copy and paste it on your own site.
My fine is RM375.10. So bloody obvious where that RM0.10 came from. Blehhhh.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
You don't use your mouthI don't know how many of you have heard of the Kiss.FM radio show where the DJ teamed up with an Indian lady to help catch her cheating husband, but it's sooooo damn hilarious!!!
http://www.betterloverseminar.com/desi_wife_catches_husband.php
You just HAVE to listen to it to believe!
Monday, May 07, 2007
Who will save my soulThings have not been too great at home. My father has given me the option to move out since I can't get along with anyone in the family. Maybe I do retaliate verbally too quickly, but I would never do so unless provoked. It's no fun being the family whipping post. It's no fun being yelled at all the time. It's no fun having to shut myself in my room, only to venture out when nobody else is at home.
I try to keep peace the only way I know how, by isolating myself, by not speaking unless spoken to. Even by doing that, I get chastised thoroughly. It's a sick, sick cycle which has a very bad impact on me. Only yesterday I told my father that I didn't care what they thought of me anymore because everything I do is met with disapproval. Even when it comes bloody petty things such as boiling water, my mother yelled at me for placing the boiler jug too close to the wall for fear of water stains. And I found out yesterday that my parents totally ignored my birthday on purpose because my mother was pissed at me. Wow. Thank God for my bf and friends who bought me stuff, took me for nice dinners and japanese buffet so at least I know I am still loved.
I'm not in the mood to blog after this. Will be gone on hiatus till I resume some of my sanity.
I try to keep peace the only way I know how, by isolating myself, by not speaking unless spoken to. Even by doing that, I get chastised thoroughly. It's a sick, sick cycle which has a very bad impact on me. Only yesterday I told my father that I didn't care what they thought of me anymore because everything I do is met with disapproval. Even when it comes bloody petty things such as boiling water, my mother yelled at me for placing the boiler jug too close to the wall for fear of water stains. And I found out yesterday that my parents totally ignored my birthday on purpose because my mother was pissed at me. Wow. Thank God for my bf and friends who bought me stuff, took me for nice dinners and japanese buffet so at least I know I am still loved.
I'm not in the mood to blog after this. Will be gone on hiatus till I resume some of my sanity.
