here are my grades which apparently are not good enough, and that I must study more, because apparently, I do not study, am all practical and non-theoretical. like, all brawn and no brains, something along those lines. see, i've never been one to study, whether openly or in the dark depths of my cupboard.
catering science - B+
food knowledge - B+
I.T - A
menu planning & pricing - B+
pastry & baking - A
principles of cooking - B+
food preparation (practical continuous assesment) - A
conduct and discipline - A
gpa - shall not disclose. highest is 4. oh boy. i'm 0.34 points away from that.
so there you have it. i am just glad that i have enough brains to actually read and type. if i didn't, then this blog would not be around, for i would not have been able to even sign up for this bit of free space on the big fat and infectous world wide web which we all worship and adore. hopeless romantics, seek attention and privacy at the same time...
hn. ok, off topic there. i just like to sound intelligent. well, isn't that what everyone strives to be or at least TRY to be? well then, let's do it in a convincing manner. hidey ho!
well, that last line just killed the attempt on intelligence now didn't it?
wahahahhahhahaha. you know what? of course you don't. i haven't said anything yet.
ok. now i shall tell you, so you'll know.
I WISH MY VOICE SOUNDED LIKE TRISTAN PRETTYMAN. I WISH I HAD ONLY 10% OF BODY FAT. HOWEVER, I WISH TO HAVE PEACE OF MIND, AND NOT HARBOUR JEALOUSY OR ENVY. I DO NOT WISH TO LOOK LIKE ANYONE ELSE PRETTIER THAN ME.
because that's how i was born and how God had designed me. i think... we were created differently -pretty, ugly, crooked nose, chronically fat, bad teeth, etc- so that both the beauty and ugliness of humans can surface. like how a pretty person might actually be the biggest asshole you've ever met.
oh my God. i lost FIFTY PERCENT OF WHAT I WANTED TO POST. YES, I DIDNT EVEN POST YET BUT I LOST HALF OF THIS POST! BUT ITS MY OWN FAULT!
ok, so you were spared from ultimate boredom.
thank your lucky stars.
lacubrious is a coined up word by jason mraz. it's based on the word Lugubrious. which pretty much means sad, melancholy etc.
+ love will never be lost on me -
cake! and the ducky that stits got fer my 14th
oh yes. after the most bestest performance ever ever ever ever x infinity.
the most unpretencious entrance of the most unpretencious Mr. Mraz. : ))))))))
que for aww: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
sighe. full from dinner at bedok. yum. masala dosa and rojak. prepared by the most unenthusiastic and tired looking rojak girl i've ever seen, not met. we've never met. i only spoke to her to have my order taken. we did not exchange names, neither did she return my smile. hmm. she doesn't like sympathy or appreciate a customer's understanding of her bad mood that was clearly shown through her grim and somewhat scary features. i work in the same kind of environment kid. i offered some form of kindness and respect for what she does, and solo no less.
alas, i myself forgot to ask for yu char kway, for her face and tone of voice was purely terrifying, i was almost rendered speechless, the acidity of her mood and tone scaring me and making the sauce watery... it did not help that my left ear is currently giving me problems, and im hard of hearing on the left side. so she asked me how many century eggs i had wanted, and i had answered her eventhough i didnt really catch what she had said. thankfully i did answer the question i thought she had asked. yes, i only want satu telur hitam. but i didn't need the generous amount of usually nice ginger. i wasn't in the mood for ginger slices.
but what i really did like was the nanas and manga. so masam but so tender and slightly sweet too. mmm : ))) but the best rojak hands down is from east coast food centre lah. hands down... this is the best thing i can ever rememberrr........ hahahaha love that song. but yes as i've said, for now, if i am not sick of music, i will listen to no one else but jason mraz. and if i dont want to get sick of jason mraz (which isn't going to happen, but just incase), i will not listen to music at all. it's that bad, i've been severly spoiled since his performance. its mraz or nothing at all. yow.
starting work again tomorrow. aiyaaaaaaaaa. no life lah. wake up after enough sleep. get ready for work that starts at 230. work til 10+pm. reach home at 11++pm. then go to sleep. then wake up again. fall in at 230 again. work till 10+pm again. reach home at 11++pm again. it's a bloody viscious cycle, and its going to go on for 2 whole weeks straight. and then its the same morning shift ive been doing for 2 weeks yet again.
anyway, on the bright side... my parents are back! so happy to see them cos ive missed them so much. i really am a mama's and papa's girl okay. they're fine and dandy and are just as excited giving us the gifts as we are recieving hem. i just love love love the stuff they got for me its so wow oh my God-yes, let's spell out stuff, or at least when we have the time. like a very wise person once said, he misses the romance in writing and spelling out things the way they should be written or spelt.
heehee. the best thing about the stuff we got is that i can actually fit some *ahem* other people's stuff! wheeeeeee. : )
gah. i need new pants. new jeans. i want the same one's that I steal from didi. hahahahha. maybe a different shade though.
oh, i've been distracted from writing this blog and from writing something else. damn you, youtube!
+ if the pilgrims had killed cats, we'd all be eating pussy -
really really bored.
*insert 2 hours later*
AH! MA AND PA ARE HOME WE'RE GOING OUT FOR DINNER YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
although, im still very much full, the do and mi aunty was particularly nice today : 3
oh and yeah, im still in love with mr a-z.
and i dont have to wake up so dammned early tomorrow!
and i cant wait to see my parents!
+ fuckin' it up, my senses; you're making no sense; you call it sexual -
*REVIVES*
MR JASON MRAZ. He is so frigging ADORABLE. and witty and funny.
there is such thing as perfection- tonight's concert.
I'm too giddy and sleepy to elaborate but I'll just say one thing- if you missed this, you've missed out on a hella lot. oh and one more thing. HAH!
<3 x infinity.
+ please don't tell her -
stupid me. crying over a comic book is silly. but it brokeded and hurted my heart so much.
sniff...
haiya. im quite hungry right now, but shouldnt eat at such hours. and i need some thing to kickstart my brain. ive had this plot bunny pratically gnawing at my brain for the longest time, but i never got to doing anything, only an overly long monologue. which i promptly deleted after taking hours to write it.
hey hey.... im trying my hand at making an amv. hopefully its not too difficult, so maybe i can make a proper one after this. the only problem is that i dont have enough proper episodes to start with.
+ i know that you meant it -
first i was late, very knnb. i took the correct elevator, but the stupid thing did not stop at my floor. and the bloody building is so tall, it went alllll the way back down, causing delay in my steps, thus i was a few minutes late. what the bejeezus.
but other than that, as usual, it was uneventful, VERY boring. but the highlight today definitely was the super cool uncles and assistant head chef guy.
these uncles are super funny. and frankly quite phsycho. cos opposite our building is the oub building. so the uncle said that he has been planning for months or years actually, how to rob the bank and eventually bomb it with a single grenade.
XD HAHAHAHAHAHA.
then the ass. head asked my friend if she could get for him imported pistols from vietnam. HAHAHAHHA. the funny part is she actually said YES, because she heard him say MANGO.
hahahahhahahahahhaha. then he asked her to import a viet war army tank. wah lauuuu. then he asked for a helicopter!!! hahahha. probably for his great escape after robbing and bombing the oub building. and they were all riled up when they were talking about crazy terrorists bombing their own country and own people. and these guys are totally smitten and obsessed with bali. actually, so am i, but not on their level of crazy. haha. at least they're funny and its not completely boring especially when they talk about such crazy things. X D
+ where soul meets body -
kind of frustrated actually. someone was requesting for a certain character icon. and i had made some icons already and had linked her to them. fine, she liked them. however, she was using an icon which looked similar to mine, and she asked if i had made it. i didn't.
so the point im trying to make is, that well, basically, someone used/STOLEEE my idea.
in a way, im being a bit petty... i mean, the picture SCREAMED to be made the way i did. but the thing is, i had made it first and pimped my icons first. then all of a sudden this person makes an icon similar to it and like everyone thinks she pwns. hell, its my idea.
grrrrrr.
ok fegedaboudid.
lesson learnt today: DO NOT EAT NATTOU. EVARRRRRRRR.
yes, its friggin disgusting. i almost puked ok. yeah it was a crazy idea. i cant believe i put that PIECE OF GROSS in my mouth.
oh well. im officially broke now. horhor. and my brain is just so drained. i havent even studied for an exam thats coming up in like 3 or 4 days time!!! BAH.
wah. been watching old eps of naruto. my God. the art for ep 133-134 is fucking crazy lah.
+ open up a box of gay biscuits! -
mmm... john legend. gotta love john legend.
yay. my ez link card looks really really pretty right now. and so does one of my bedroom walls.
1 naruto, 1 bleach, 2 one piece. but i only realise now how not so nice the naruto one is... it just caught my eye, since naruto looked so damn nice on it... but the composition of it is kinda denene... so that's going to be replaced or im just gonna start with another on the second wall. : ))))
im hoping to find a good fma and samurai champloo for the second wall. or even bebop. oh, and there's always ff vii too... mmm.....
antm was so so disappointing. stupid bri. what a bitch lah. i love nicole. she's really pretty and nice lah. and also that other african american girl... forgot her name though haha. but bri was frigging annoying. first she lies through her teeth, then she admits, but then she tries to justify herself??? what the hell... and i cant stand the way she speaks, and her voice also. just makes me go grrrrr!!!
i want teh limau ais, like now, and very badly....
hmm..... maybe next year after or pre-graduating i'll go sheesha-ing with a few certain classmates. yesh, ive sheeshad. just not in sg. everytime my uncle comes from jb, im always tempted to ask him or steal a puff from his pipe. its fucking nice lah the smell. its always vanilla creme pipe filling (or whatever you call it). it smells fucking good lah. i mean, if all ciggies smelled like that, i would fag. seriously.
but, as it is, im no smoker. i guess you could really consider me a real foodie lah, since im only drawn to sheesha and pipes mainly because the fillings (see, im not even sure of the proper name. definitely not a smoker!) are flavoured. XD
TWO WEEKS TO MRAZ!
+ and there he was, this young boy, stranger to my eyes -