Hedonistics Anonymous
Friday, December 28, 2007
Finally, I have a purpose in life again
- 5 megapixels, 2592 x 1944 pixels, Carl Zeiss optics, autofocus, video(VGA 30fps), xenon flash
- Symbian OS 9.2, S60 rel. 3.1
- WiFi enabled
- Built-in GPS receiver
- TV out
- Motion sensor (with UI auto-rotate)
When I first read what this baby could do, my heart literally gave a violent THUD against the base of my throat and I stopped breathing for a few long seconds.
Oh my lord, it was like falling in love again.
Oh my lord, it was like falling in love again.
Forget the N95 with 8GB.
I.WANT.THE.NOKIA.N82!!!
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Bye bye Miss Thongsie BongsieMiss Thongs will be leaving for KL tomorrow with her hubby.
Last night we met up for a final binge at McD's. In the midst of freshly baked banana pies and soggy tasteless fries, we discussed the merits of desktop PCs vs notebooks, sex after marriage, and having kids. I told her how much I wanted a pink notebook and she called me a bimbo, haha. She told me the amount of sex up for grabs after marriage and I immediately wanted to get married too, dammit!
I feel for her because she has never worked outstation before and so all the uprooting and moving to a new place can be terribly overwhelming. I know the feeling, but being the career nomad that I am, I do enjoy the thrill of moving and living in an entirely new place (except for places like Bintulu and Sibu... Foochowland, ugh!)
Womansie, if you think Westies do not have good command of the English language, wait till you work in Foochowland. THEY DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH AT ALL!!! You go to the coffeeshop and if you're lucky, you might get a hokkien-speaking stall owner. Or else, you'll go, "Kueh chap chi ua..." and the stall owner will probably give you a slitty-eyed Foochow look and answer, "Chinkulungchaocheebaikaninabooniehkuyongsantaerng" or something like that. And you're left with this WTF?! expression on your face.
At least YOU can speak foochow ok? I can't! Haha.
Damn, when you're gone, I've nobody to go for Japanese buffet with. How many times have we planned to go for drinks, only to drive past Merdeka Palace and say, "Fuck the drinks, let's go to Havana for Japanese buffet!" instead? Who's going to hear me obsessing about handbags? Who's going to be my/your next fastfood binge partner when I'm/you're depressed? So depressing. Let's go to KFC and drown our sorrows in fried chicken skin. Okay,I'll have the meat, you can have the skin, and we can throw the bones to the stray dog that always seem to be hanging around.
Something funny that happened last night between me and B, through sms:
Last night we met up for a final binge at McD's. In the midst of freshly baked banana pies and soggy tasteless fries, we discussed the merits of desktop PCs vs notebooks, sex after marriage, and having kids. I told her how much I wanted a pink notebook and she called me a bimbo, haha. She told me the amount of sex up for grabs after marriage and I immediately wanted to get married too, dammit!
I feel for her because she has never worked outstation before and so all the uprooting and moving to a new place can be terribly overwhelming. I know the feeling, but being the career nomad that I am, I do enjoy the thrill of moving and living in an entirely new place (except for places like Bintulu and Sibu... Foochowland, ugh!)
Womansie, if you think Westies do not have good command of the English language, wait till you work in Foochowland. THEY DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH AT ALL!!! You go to the coffeeshop and if you're lucky, you might get a hokkien-speaking stall owner. Or else, you'll go, "Kueh chap chi ua..." and the stall owner will probably give you a slitty-eyed Foochow look and answer, "Chinkulungchaocheebaikaninabooniehkuyongsantaerng" or something like that. And you're left with this WTF?! expression on your face.
At least YOU can speak foochow ok? I can't! Haha.
Damn, when you're gone, I've nobody to go for Japanese buffet with. How many times have we planned to go for drinks, only to drive past Merdeka Palace and say, "Fuck the drinks, let's go to Havana for Japanese buffet!" instead? Who's going to hear me obsessing about handbags? Who's going to be my/your next fastfood binge partner when I'm/you're depressed? So depressing. Let's go to KFC and drown our sorrows in fried chicken skin. Okay,I'll have the meat, you can have the skin, and we can throw the bones to the stray dog that always seem to be hanging around.
Something funny that happened last night between me and B, through sms:
Me: Poor Thongs is not taking the move to KL very well.
B: I know. I told her if she got any problem, just msg me.
Me: You're so sweet :)
B: I told her that I'll fly over if I have to. I don't wanna see her suffer.
Me: Waseh.
B: Of course with you coming along lar :)
Me: Huh, luckily you said that. Or else ha...
B: Or else Gerrard score the winning goal for Liverpool in the last minute.
Me: DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!!!
See, even my bf will fly over to KL for you if you got any problems. See how very the important you are? LOL.
Anyway, have fun playing newlyweds in KL, spruce the apartment up, and when I come over to visit you, we'll go binge ourselves silly at Jogoya.
Miss and love you womansie... take care :)
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
What happened from the 22nd to the 25thI bumped into my ex at one of the shopping centers during Christmas eve. My B and I were going down the escalator, while he was coming up with a bunch of friends. I immediately froze on the spot and looked straight ahead, hoping that he did not see me. For a long time after that, I had this shell-shocked expression on my face. Unfortunately, I have to report that he still looks as gorgeous as usual. Blehh. I am horribly hopeless when it comes to dealing with past boyfriends. Mr Potter, I need your Invisibility Cloak, please.
Thongs' wedding was a pretty affair. I did my two minute speech. Our table was the rowdiest one in the whole ballroom. The Gay Fart Machine and I were belting out "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You", accompanied with suitable hand movements. Yes, we were dead sober at that time.
I still have not watched The Golden Compass. I feel like throwing a huge tantrum, like, now.
I gave the sickly pink novel to my sister for Christmas. She loved it. Well, at least that's what she says. I'm glad that the book is finally out of my hands. I cannot imagine it on my bookshelf, contaminating the rest of my precious novels. Ugh, what a disaster.
All my friends are on leave until 2nd Jan, except me. *Sniff*
I am the proud owner of Steven Hall's novel "The Raw Shark Texts". Mark Haddon praised the book as "The bastard love-child of The Matrix, Jaws and The Da Vinci Code". How many novels out there can claim to be bastard love-children? It's a fantastic book, very original, very passionate, very abstract. Be forewarned though, it's not everyone's cup of tea. If you like strange intellectual plots and concepts with a dash of thriller and sci-fi, this is the perfect book for you.
I am also the proud owner of a new pair of Mossimo jeans. I love it so much because the denim material is really soft and the colour is faded just the way I like it. :)
I am also the proud owner of a new pair of Mossimo jeans. I love it so much because the denim material is really soft and the colour is faded just the way I like it. :)
Sunday, December 23, 2007
For the love and hate of booksSweetheart from Hell is probably the most annoying chick lit I've ever read. It's just so dumb and vapid and I can't believe I actually shelled out my hard-earned cash to buy something so pink and ewwwwwww.
That's May Zhee Lim, the 17 yo author and she's holding the book that I'm talking about. Readers, take a good long look at the cover (after admiring the girl, of course) and stay away from it. Contrary to popular belief that I only read depressing/pornographic/horror trash, I do enjoy chick lit in private. My favourite bimbotic novel is Bergdorf Blondes by Plum Sykes. It's one of my more bao bei novels, almost on par with my treasured Neil Gaimans and Anthony Bourdains. Of course, nothing beats my mostest favouritest bao bei-est Anthony Bourdain books. Someone give me the Les Halles cook book for Christmas, pretty please? :)
On second thoughts, better not ask for a cook book. Later my B will get funny ideas about putting me in an apron.
Back to the topic of Sweetheart from Hell. The main character in the book is Vicky Vanitee who is so brainless, that to call her an airhead would be the ultimate compliment. Jesus, even my hamster looks like Einstein next to her. Seriously, I have not finished reading the book. I started getting the creeps after Vicky divorced her husband Marc all because he wouldn't retrieve her limited edition Chanel lipstick that fell on the plane floor. But I soldiered on, ignoring the sometimes disjointed sentence structures and weird flow of the plot. Now that I'm slightly more than halfway through, I'm in a dilemma whether to waste my time trying to absorb more of Vicky's fucked up relationship with her Asian pop-star boyfriend, or just donate the book to charity and hope that it will be adopted by some dumb chick.
It will definitely be a long loooooooooong time before I buy another book written by a Malaysian author. To be fair, there are some good M'sian writers out there - Kam Raslan being one. His Confessions of an Old Boy: The Dato' Hamid Adventures totally rocks. Oh, and it helps that Kam Raslan is good looking in a rather goofy, endearing way.
Anyway, it's Christmas eve tonight and I want to watch The Golden Compass. I think I'm prolly the last person on this planet who hasn't watched the movie yet. Can you believe that the clear version of the movie has yet to be released on dvd?? I'm so pissed. I don't think I've ever wanted to watch another movie THIS MUCH before. Or maybe I have, but I've never kicked up such a big fuss like this before. Not even for Harry Potter.
I'm just a little bit scared that I wouldn't like the actual movie as much as I like liking the idea of watching it because all the reviews out there say "Go watch The Golden Compass if you're a fan of Narnia, Lord of the Rings, and Harry Potter". Thing is, I hated Narnia. I found Lord of the Rings boring like hell. And I'm only moderately curious whenever a new Harry Potter movie pops up. Why? Because I've read ALL the books before I watch the movies, and each and every time I get so disappointed. All the finer details in the books that make stories so beautiful are ruthlessly omitted in the movies. It's just so heartbreaking.
Which is why I have a copy of Philip Pullman's The Golden Compass from His Dark Materials trilogy, but damn if I'm going to read it. I'll try to do it right this time. Watch the movie first THEN read the book.
I can't think of a post title that doesn't involve the words "FUCK OFF"
Today, I am feeling rather ranty because everyone's on leave and I'm not and so I have decided to rant about this particular ex-kindergarten/primary school/secondary school classmate of mine.
//rant on
You see, right, I am seldom invited to gatherings involving ex-classmates. Why? I don't know. Maybe because I'm different, or what? Maybe I'm too outspoken, maybe I smoke like a chimney, or maybe I just don't cover my mouth and giggle at whatever guys say, like the rest of my girly ex-classmates. Teehee.. teeheehee.. OH PUHLEEEEEEEEEEZ!! Just fucking kill me first ok.
I know some of my old classmates read my blog. You know what? I don't care.
Anyway, this particular ex-classmate of mine (let's call her X), has always omitted me from gatherings. I've also never bothered to wrangle an invitation, because I do have my own hectic social life. The only time when Miss X will extend an invitation to me is when she doesn't have any transport. You see, Miss X can't drive and yours truly can. Very convenient, no?
Around a week ago, there was another gathering. I didn't know about it until another ex-classmate of mine posted pictures of the gathering up on Facebook. Miss X was there. So was Miss Y and Mr Z.
Whatever lah.
Why do I even bother.
//rant off
//rant on
You see, right, I am seldom invited to gatherings involving ex-classmates. Why? I don't know. Maybe because I'm different, or what? Maybe I'm too outspoken, maybe I smoke like a chimney, or maybe I just don't cover my mouth and giggle at whatever guys say, like the rest of my girly ex-classmates. Teehee.. teeheehee.. OH PUHLEEEEEEEEEEZ!! Just fucking kill me first ok.
I know some of my old classmates read my blog. You know what? I don't care.
Anyway, this particular ex-classmate of mine (let's call her X), has always omitted me from gatherings. I've also never bothered to wrangle an invitation, because I do have my own hectic social life. The only time when Miss X will extend an invitation to me is when she doesn't have any transport. You see, Miss X can't drive and yours truly can. Very convenient, no?
Around a week ago, there was another gathering. I didn't know about it until another ex-classmate of mine posted pictures of the gathering up on Facebook. Miss X was there. So was Miss Y and Mr Z.
Whatever lah.
Why do I even bother.
//rant off
Merry Christmas y'all.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
HeadacheEnough with the drama already.
God, please let tomorrow be Sunday.
Do you feel like a man, when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.
Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough..
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Face Down
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.
Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough..
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Face Down
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Things to do1. Book a table for Miss Thong's hen's night dinner at Magenta. I tried calling them during lunch time, but apparently the restaurant's not open till 7pm. Bleh.
2. Prepare a speech for Miss Thong's wedding. It's a pity there's no alcohol served that night. I rather fancy getting slightly sloshed just before I get on the stage.
On second thoughts, I think I still have a few mood stabilizing pills hidden somewhere...
3. Get new skirts. I need new skirts for the office. My grandmother would love to hear this. She grumbles that I wear jeans so often that the skin on my legs are probably made out of denim by now.
4. Pass B's Christmas cards to him. My friends seem to think that I am my boyfriend's secretary/personal assistant. All his Christmas cards must go through me first.
5. Complete my report by next week lalalalalalalalala. Not likely to happen.
6. Get a clear copy of The Golden Compass dvd. Every time I go to Empire (my favouritest place to buy super clear lanun dvd) they keep telling me "hai mei you lai..." (not yet arrive) or "wan liao..." (sold out already). So depressing.
Why don't I catch the movie at the cineplex? Because MK has watched it already, Thongs has no time to watch movies, and my B doesn't like to go to the cineplex on days when there are lots of people. I'm different, I like to go on movie day when the cineplex is packed to the bream because the tickets are cheaper.
7. Get a rabbit or a dragon... *giggles* If you guys don't get this one, nevermind. It's a female thing.
2. Prepare a speech for Miss Thong's wedding. It's a pity there's no alcohol served that night. I rather fancy getting slightly sloshed just before I get on the stage.
On second thoughts, I think I still have a few mood stabilizing pills hidden somewhere...
3. Get new skirts. I need new skirts for the office. My grandmother would love to hear this. She grumbles that I wear jeans so often that the skin on my legs are probably made out of denim by now.
4. Pass B's Christmas cards to him. My friends seem to think that I am my boyfriend's secretary/personal assistant. All his Christmas cards must go through me first.
5. Complete my report by next week lalalalalalalalala. Not likely to happen.
6. Get a clear copy of The Golden Compass dvd. Every time I go to Empire (my favouritest place to buy super clear lanun dvd) they keep telling me "hai mei you lai..." (not yet arrive) or "wan liao..." (sold out already). So depressing.
Why don't I catch the movie at the cineplex? Because MK has watched it already, Thongs has no time to watch movies, and my B doesn't like to go to the cineplex on days when there are lots of people. I'm different, I like to go on movie day when the cineplex is packed to the bream because the tickets are cheaper.
7. Get a rabbit or a dragon... *giggles* If you guys don't get this one, nevermind. It's a female thing.
Monday, December 17, 2007
10 Things That Should Never Come Out Of A Boyfriend's Mouth10. "Uhhh... uhhh... don't stop *insert some other girl's name*... I'm cumming!! UHHHHHHHH!!!"
This one needs no explanation.
9. "You really hurt my feelings, you know"
If I hear this come out a guy's mouth, I will automatically assume that his dick fell off and is currently replaced by a pussy. Please lah, only girls have exclusive rights to this line.
8. "Do you have any hot girl friends that might be interested in a threesome?"
Unless the girlfriend is into group sex or orgies, don't even think of going there. Best case scenario: the boyfriend gets a huge slap prior to being dumped. Worst case scenario: the girlfriend pays 20 hunky transvestites to rape the boyfriend after she dumps him.
7. "It wasn't my fault, honest! She was the one who chatted me up!"
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight... and Queen Elizabeth is a really a penguin in disguise. We might be able to forgive you for being an occasional flirt, but bullshitting bastards fall into the big fat LOSER category.
6. "Honey, you really need to work on your blowjob technique."
Strange that a guy should advise a girl on how to give a blowjob, considering the fact that he probably has never given one in his whole life. There are ways to remedy the delicate situation, but telling your girlfriend off bluntly is definitely not going to cut it. Tell her off one too many times and you might end up having yourself castrated by a set of teeth.
5. "Don't get me wrong, I like you alot. But..."
But you're just not in love with me, right? That's okay. Now fuck off, asshole.
4. "FUCK YOU!!!"
Despite being such a potty-mouth myself, I've never said "fuck you!" to any of my boyfriends. Honestly. Unless it's during situations where throaty orders of "I really want to fuck you" is considered a huge turn on. During fits of anger, I might have used the word "fuck" in reference to a third party, as in "She's such a fucking bitch", or "This is such a fucked-up situation", but I can't use it no matter how mad I am with a boyfriend. Weird as it seems, I do have my own set of rules regarding to R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
3. "Eeee... why you dress like this?? You should wear shorter/sexier/skimpier skirts/pants/tops. The way you dress now makes you look so aunty. Later my friends think that you're my ah soh (aunty), then you know!"
A boyfriend who says this truly deserves a big "FUCK YOU!!!" and a hard kick in the nuts. Unless you've graced the cover of some high-fashion male magazine, it's best that you keep your mouth shut about how your girlfriend dresses. If you REALLY have to make some negative comment on her dressing, you better have big bucks to buy her a whole new wardrobe.
2. "Yeah, actually my ex-gf is alot prettier than you."
Even if she is, we don't want to hear it. And if you insist on rubbing it in, we'll have no choice but to let you in on the ex-bf with the huge 9-inch cock who can give us multiple screaming orgasms all night long.
1. "I think it is better for you to find some other guy who can make you happier."
This is one phrase which I truly hate because it makes the current relationship seem meaningless, and it reduces the girl's status to that of an object or animal that can be chased or given away at anytime. If a girl wanted to find some other guy, trust me, she can do it by herself. She doesn't need your sorrowful blessing.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Leapin' lizardsLast night wasn't a good night because Liverpool lost to those mofo MU bastards, and something else also happened but I don't want to talk about it.
Anyway, I managed to snap a picture of two lizards mating on my gate pillar. Unfortunately I think the camera flash must have scared them because right after I took the picture, the lizard couple immediately separated and zoomed off in opposite directions.
I hate lizards so I don't feel the least bit guilty for interrupting their romantic moment.
Girl lizard: Honey, what are you doing? Girl lizard: Oooooh... that feelssss soooo goooood...
One morning, I found this little green fellow in the garage, a few feet away from my car.
I have no idea what species of lizard this is, but I've definitely never seen it before. It doesn't seem scared of people because I stomp the ground and pretended to kick it in an attempt to make it go away, but it just stood there like a statue. Some more, it was standing right in front of the driver-side car door and I was terrified that the lizard would come nearer towards me before I could get into the car.
So I took a picture of it, and asked my sister to watch my back for me while I dashed into the car and slammed the door.
So I took a picture of it, and asked my sister to watch my back for me while I dashed into the car and slammed the door.
Lizards... yucks.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Vet boarding vs. pet shop boardingPoor Chester.
Anyway, on the subject of pet boarding, I would prefer to board my pet at the vet's, rather than at a pet shop.
Prior to my last trip, I was faced with the hassle of finding a suitable place to board my hamster boy. Luckily my sister chose not to go, so I placed her in charge of looking after the boy.
Although a hamster is relatively easier to look after than a dog or a cat, that doesn't mean it's completely maintenance-free. Under my care, the boy requires:
Prior to my last trip, I was faced with the hassle of finding a suitable place to board my hamster boy. Luckily my sister chose not to go, so I placed her in charge of looking after the boy.
Although a hamster is relatively easier to look after than a dog or a cat, that doesn't mean it's completely maintenance-free. Under my care, the boy requires:
- A change of drinking water everyday.
- A clean potty and a change of kitty litter every other day. It used to be every day but mummy's getting lazier now. Haha.
- 2-3 pinches of food in the morning and 2 pinches of food at night.
- Lots of toilet paper strips for bedding. I actually have to tear them up for him.
- A cleaned out cage every weekend. This one is an absolutely must. Everything made of plastic gets a complete soap-down and rinse.
- A bath with shampoo, and a complete blow dry. Yes, the boy has his own shampoo for soft and shiny fur. Made in Canada some more.
- A container of apple-scented bath sand. This happens when I'm not around to bathe him.
The only advantage of a vet boarding over pet shop boarding is the availability of medical attention should anything happen. My aversion for pet shop boarding came about when I saw a pet shop owner actually allowing a group of her friends to play with some of the small dogs that are being boarded. It's akin to allowing your friends to drive a car that has been entrusted to you for safekeeping. I find it highly unethical. I know that I would be really pissed if I catch my hamster being handled by total strangers without my knowledge or permission.
Oh, and for dog owners, I find that the living quarters in most pet shops are more suitable for small breeds. Once I saw a young labrador retriever cooped in a space measuring 1 m x 80 cm. All he could do was to circle on the spot (very slowly) and lie down in a curled up position. This was in a pet shop. I had no idea why the lab's owners would allow their dog to be boarded in space that was more suitable for a chihuahua or a shih-tzu. Dumb pet owners.
Oh, and for dog owners, I find that the living quarters in most pet shops are more suitable for small breeds. Once I saw a young labrador retriever cooped in a space measuring 1 m x 80 cm. All he could do was to circle on the spot (very slowly) and lie down in a curled up position. This was in a pet shop. I had no idea why the lab's owners would allow their dog to be boarded in space that was more suitable for a chihuahua or a shih-tzu. Dumb pet owners.
Friday, December 07, 2007
My Evita Peroni whateverAs Mrs Nicole Westwood, who is coincidentally the newest owner of a Nissan Fairlady 350Z, was shocked to hear that I bought an Evita Peroni ponytail clip at 70 baht (RM 7), here is the evidence.
le front
le backI bought the clip at Robinson departmental store in Phuket town. I don't think it's fake (are there any fake Evita Peroni stuff, btw?) because I bought it off a huge four-sided floor-to-ceiling rack carrying other Evita Peroni hair accessories and sunglasses as well.
Oh well, fake or not, this purchase has not been the highlight of my shopping because truthfully, I prefer scrunchies over hair clips or slides.
This has been a looooooooong week for me. Thank goodness it's Friday.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Celebrity chefsI admit it, I hardly watch TV. If I honestly did a breakdown of my TV viewing hours per week, it would roughly be like this:
Monday: nil
Tuesday: nil
Wednesday: nil
Thursday: nil
Friday: nil
Saturday: 2 hrs of football (but never at home)
Sunday: 1 - 1.5 hrs assorted channels, 1 - 1.5 hrs of CSI
I would pick a good book over the idiot box any day.
But when I do switch it the telly, I definitely expect something good to be showing. The only channels can truly say that I am fond of is AXN and Discovery: Travel & Living. I love AXN because they show my beloved House MD and CSI. And Travel & Living because deep down inside, I totally dig cooking programs.
Following Mr 9's adventure of being a couch potato, I shall reveal my favourite celebrity chefs because good food made pretty makes me a very happy gurl.
Following Mr 9's adventure of being a couch potato, I shall reveal my favourite celebrity chefs because good food made pretty makes me a very happy gurl.
Gordon Ramsay (Hell's Kitchen, The F-Word)
Gordon Ramsay is pugnacious bulldog of a chef who uses vulgarities in his kitchen speech so often that the guy on the censorship board probably developed multiple blisters on his hands after editing a whole season of Mr Ramsay's show. Honestly, I'm not captivated by Gordon Ramsay's cooking - I'm more fascinated with his brusque personality, and the way he rears his farm animals. In the first series of The F-Word, Ramsay named the turkeys he raised: Antony, Ainsley, Jamie, Delia, Gary, and Nigella. All in reference to other famous celebrity chefs. Haha.
Kylie Kwong (Heart and Soul, Simply Magic)
Kylie Kwong caught my interest a long time ago, simply because she's Chinese and she cooks mostly Chinese food on her show. I always have a sneaky suspicion about foreigners cooking Chinese food because my father always say that it's to "ngak gweilo" (cheat the Caucasians). Anyway, Kylie is an Australian-born Cantonese with a strong Aussie accent to boot. But I like the way she cooks because she doesn't attempt to remove all the unhealthy bits of fat from her food. Famous Kylie quote in my house: Fat is Flavour! And she even said on one of her shows that she's too young to worry about cholesterol and stuff like that. Nice.
Jamie Oliver (The Naked Chef, Jamie's School Dinners, Jamie At Home)
Before I start, I would like to say that Jamie Oliver is such a cutie and I thothally adore hith lispth. :)
Those school kids who thrashed Jamie for wanting to revamp British school dinners, should be skinned alive. If I were a British school kid, I would be so happy to go to school every day just to eat Jamie's cooking. What do I remember from my own school lunches, hmm... oh yeah, once the canteen served chicken and chips and I remembered removing the chicken skin to reveal dark bluish purple patch the size of a 1 sen coin on the meat. I promptly chucked the whole piece of chicken into the bin.
Those school kids who thrashed Jamie for wanting to revamp British school dinners, should be skinned alive. If I were a British school kid, I would be so happy to go to school every day just to eat Jamie's cooking. What do I remember from my own school lunches, hmm... oh yeah, once the canteen served chicken and chips and I remembered removing the chicken skin to reveal dark bluish purple patch the size of a 1 sen coin on the meat. I promptly chucked the whole piece of chicken into the bin.
But my favourite Jamie Oliver show has got to be Jamie At Home. He has the most marvellous organic garden and he makes organic cooking look so cool. Like you can just walk out to your garden, pluck a few kale and basil leaves and make a fabulous pizza with them. Haha. And he's got his own outdoor wood-burning pizza oven, which is absolutely pukka.
Anthony Bourdain (No Reservations)
Anthony Bourdain smokes. He drinks. He swears. And although he's not really a celebrity chef, he can write a decent story. I've got a few of his books which I enjoy reading and re-reading. I love the way his openly mocks anything that doesn't seem right to him - vegetarians, the fast-food industry, non-Latino kitchen hands... and at the same time, he's passionate about the little things in life that he finds enjoyable - a good pizza, a simple bowl of Vietnamese pho... stuff like that makes you want to go out and actually live and experiment with food. It makes you think that hey, if this chain-smoking surly old bastard can do it, so can I.
Nigella Lawson (Nigella Bites, Nigella Feasts)
Nigella is hot. Nigella doesn't care about the food being too oily, too sweet, or too high in fat... if it tastes good, it's good. I swear, sometimes I wish that my health-freak mother would learn a thing or two from Nigella. I do get so sick of the tasteless healthy food that my mother cooks. Which is probably why I volunteer to cook most of the time. Anyway, Nigella doesn't prepare elaborate food... her dishes lean toward wholesome comfortable home-cooked meals. She tends to use alot of mozzarella cheese in her cooking. Yums.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
My holiday involved both this:
... and this:
Post-holiday regrets:
1. I should have bought more Evita Peroni hair accessories.
2. I should have bought more novelty salt-and-pepper shakers.
3. I should have bought that gorgeous pair of Adidas beach shorts.
4. I should have bought that decorative wooden tealight holder.
5. I definitely should have eaten more tom yam kung.
