Pancakes

PANCAKES

This is what happens on a Saturday afternoon when you have two hungry brothers who have seemingly bottomless stomachs and lunch just isn't enough for them.

Yeah, you got me. I'm no chef here, by the way, I mean, I did some whisking and pouring but that was about it. Mom basically just took control of everything else. I've barely had any cooking experience, most of the time I just..observe. Like how I did again. 

Whisking...

That's my mom, by the way.

She couldn't get some stubborn lumps to break down so I hunted for a whisk and did the whisking instead :D Smart person here, woohoo. 

And then, to the stove we go!

... don't laugh. I know. 

Our stove is over 20 years old(yes it's older than me), has rusty sides, the cover hinges have come unhinged from the stove itself, and the four gas fires have stopped working, but we still use it since the last remaining utility(the hot plate) still serves us well. Oh, and the oven works too, except we don't know how to bake. 

I suppose you can say we're kinda backward and old-fashioned, especially if you ever visited our kitchen. XD

Smear some margarine...

Fill that cup...

Pour! 

WOOTS!

Hmmm.

It was a bit too big at the beginning. 

Mom had trouble flipping it, but managed to do so after I handed her a wooden spatula. She got worried after seeing it was 'too big', but I told her it was alright as long as it remained edible, for her children do not take into account the appearance of their food and merely care for the taste and the fact it was a pancake. 

True story. XD

Getting ready to flip the Mama pancake.

..success! 

Peace out from the chef. 

Hahaha, my mom can be so retarded at times. Striking the lala pose next to the Mama pancake! 

The Mama Pancake: 

Ehehe... 

It got slightly burnt at the bottom and tasted almost like roti canai then, but otherwise it was an awesome pancake. XD I called it the Mama pancake because it was the biggest, followed by a bunch of baby pancakes. 

The birth of the baby pancakes:

My mom learnt her lesson and used only half a cup for all the other pancakes.

Another view of our stove.

After she made like, two baby pancakes, I asked her whether we could make the others banana pancakes since my older brother had suggested it. She told me to hustle if I wanted to, so I grabbed and peeled two bananas, mashed them into pulp, mixed them into the remaining batter and handed it back to my mom(Actually, it was forcefully taken from me before I had barely finished). 

And so, came the birth of baby banana pancakes instead! :D

Mmmm... pancakes. 

I should've used three bananas instead of two, but either ways, they turned out pretty decent for a first time XD. Thanks Adrian's mom for the pancake mix! Our pancakes are rather pathetic, all uneven and unsightly and probably a shame to her own pancakes which are sure to be smooth and golden and gorgeous, but it all got eaten. Every bit of them. Yep, even Mama pancake. That's how much my brothers love pancakes, or just food, in general. 

The end result. :D

They're not very pretty, I'm sorry to say XD. And we're not one for presentation, they get eaten waaay faster than we can decorate. But everyone loved it, and mom was actually happy to cook, for the first time! GASP! 

Anyways, now everyone knows what I was doing on a Saturday afternoon aside from all my horrific math. My version of recreation. A very delicious recreation. Period. 

:)

... I must, however, restrain myself from waffles. No. Waffles. For. Me. Anymore. 

Rewind

REWIND 

Certain people have insisted that I am, in fact, eight years old instead of eighteen, due to some genetic disorder and hidden family secret that have managed to conceal my true age. Never mind about that, it's some silly inside joke, in which I am single-handedly trying to fight off. Grrrr. Darn those bullies. I'll get them for that one day, not to worry.

However, I'm pretty sure my mind would turn eight again should I ever enter the cinema to see this playing :

"The ciiiiiiircle of life...!"

"It's the wheel of fortune....," 

... I should stop singing now. People don't want to hear my voice in singing mode, I prolly sound like the hyenas from the movie, or so I got that from the impressions I made on my high school classmates when I once was in a musical mood and sang continuously to myself all through class. 

It was embarrassing. 

BUT; anyhow, the movie is being re-released in 3D format in cinemas for two weeks! 

*Fangirl scream*

My parents want to go(mom's a HUGE fan lol), and I'm planning to go with Theresa seeing everyone else is sorta busy with exams at the moment, and I'm on a short break. Unfortunately, my phone finally gave out after holding on for dear life for about two weeks since that fatal accident, and now I have been widowed by my beloved Sony Ericsson. Sobs. But, I'm getting off-topic. The point is, I can't contact ANYONE without a phone, and after I passed the mourning stage I'm now in cold turkey withdrawal having no phone and having to rely on just Facebook or Skype to get replies from friends. Yes, I'm that sad. 

Dad says he'll get me a new phone, I just have to go find one and obviously with a suitable price and such. I went through the Sony Ericsson models yesterday, and found one that I felt was just right, though it resembled a lot of my old one. I showed it to Dad today and he said it was fine(it's just a normal phone, all old-fashioned keypads and slide system but I like it that way, I have no need for touch screens and other high-tech gadgets when my iPod does the job just fine for me), but the nearest dealer is in BANGSAR VILLAGE. -.-' Seriously? How hard is it just to get a phone of my choice? 

Anyway, Dad has gone out and I'm quite sure he went to get that phone XD. He said I needn't follow since I'd already made my choice, and he'll just go find that model and bring it home. Hopefully, he finds it within a reasonable price range, that is, if he even finds it in the first place. :S

I really hope he does. I'm not fussy about my phones, as long as it lets me text and call and all the other basic needs like alarm clocks, music player, camera, and calendar. Also, the name of the phone is soooo ironic, for a particular reason. XD Perhaps I'll blog about it if Dad manages to bring it back. Then you can see the irony of it all. Hehehe. ;)

Woah..got off-topic again. How typical of me. Oh well, that's what blogs are for, to rant about random stuff and to get off-topic. :D Ciao for now! 

Sunday

SUNDAY

There was a time in my life when I didn't have people attempt to hijack my car, blackmail me into coming over, go crazy trying to break my iPod passcodes, squeeze a number from one to sixteen out of me, SOLVE my iPod passcodes(holy cow that freaked me out), ignore my personal motto of "I am socially awkward" and drag me into socializing, make me go red-faced by memorizing *cough*, and finally, serve me waffles with butter and maple syrup. 

The last part was just the icing on the cake. But I think I liked the middle part best. Torturing people is fun. Though when the person turns on you with insisting "number one to sixteen" again, you might have to um, think twice. Also, I got my revenge my opening all those apps and creating havoc within that iPad. But then I still had to choose a number. It wasn't fair. Zero wasn't accepted, and neither was seventeen D:  Gosh, who knew you could be that stubborn with just a number? Eventually, I picked nine. I shouldn't have done that. I should've gone with nineTEEN and stuck with it, standing my ground. But nooooo, someone had to give way, and I had to, but only because I was being polite. Yes. Polite. Nothing else. Also, you're crazy for doing that. And I loved it. :) 

Nearly got into trouble with Mommy and Daddy over the time, and it made me feel terrible, because then they apologized... TWICE. D: I feel so very bad for that, especially when I returned home and found out somebody called the house to talk to her. Exccuuuuse me now, "for future references"? I beg your pardon. You and your abilities to draw information out of me without me really knowing your true intentions. Well, now, from now on, I shall be ON MY GUARD. Har. Har. Har. Beware, creepy guy at work, beware.

All those ranting up there don't make no sense? Well then here's something that DOES make sense...

You don't need to know more. All you have to do is SEE. 

Those waffles. So. good. Omg I'm craving one right now just looking at this. Nuuuu! D:

Also, because the creepy guy at work is so freaking creepy the way he keeps creeping behind my back and calling my house without me knowing and creeping me out with his creepy skills of breaking my passcodes, I shall embarrass him with with something that creeped me out when I discovered his computer table.

Try not to get too distracted by the delicious waffle and melting butter.

For someone whose supposed to be creepy, that kitty there sure didn't make much conviction. XD

Because you're reading this on that very computer screen right now, that's why. :)

And also, because I'm an awesome stalker. Okay, maybe not up to par as you perhaps, but I'm getting there. I'm getting there. Watch out. For me. 

.....

In all seriousness though, I had a wonderful time :)

Sorry for my social-awkwardness-cum-anti-socialness, I tend to get rigid from my lack of being around friends' families. And I'd do anything right now to turn the clock back 24 hours so I can relive that last moment before I got into the car and drove off. Cause it was the best one, yet. And again, this one's just for you. :))) 

To others who are probably looking on this with completely confused looks, yes, this is generic. YES, I'M being generic. Don't laugh. I know I'm not usually like that. Just... yeah. The new me. Muahahahaha. 

P.S. I'm curious though, would you have REAAAAALLLY done what you said you would do if I had managed to free myself from the watchful eye of you three musketeers, and scurry back home? Because... I really cannot picture that happening. XD One day, I should do that and make a fool of myself just to find out. Should that one day ever come about again, though. 

Cheers. :)

Hazelnut

HAZELNUT

For the third time, indeed. 

"Pick a number from one to sixteen."

"Why?"

"Just pick."

"Ohhh...kay. Um... seven."

....

You don't want to know what happened five seconds later. 

But you should've been there. XD

Tears

TEARS

There are those who made me cry.

And then there's you who made me sob.

This one's just to tell you how much your words touched me; but in truth, there's nothing I can say that could justify how I felt at that moment. No word can describe it; only God truly knows the waves of emotion that overcame me as I found my cheeks were being drenched.

It's not something I can put into words; it's something I can only show you.

That is, if you ever manage to unlock another of my very rare moments again. ;)

Praise be to God; Glory to the Highest. :)

Big Deal

BIG DEAL

I hate days like these. 

Why is it the people you want to be with everyday you see only ever so scarcely, but the people that are always leaving you out of everything you are forced to spend half the day with them five days a week? 

I'm sorry if I don't seem to trust you guys, but to be honest, I really don't. At all. 

I feel as if I'm nothing but amusement to all of you; someone to just joke around, someone to be taken for granted, someone to use when they need something. I won't be subjected to that just to please you guys, or to press myself to fit in. I've enough of trying to fit in, but at times I do wonder whether there's something wrong with me, what am I doing wrong? 

Am I so different from you? Am I too quiet? Too naive? Too secretive? Too boring?

I'm physically and mentally exhausted from all the drama and a full day at college and I'm drained of energy. I don't feel like facing another two days at college, sometimes its so much I can do not to cry out to God and ask Him whether I'm gonna have to deal with this for the next one and a half years. Will I never find true friends? Won't I ever be that someone I want to be? Won't I ever learn to just stop messing up? 

When will I just STOP being so paranoid?

.... 

Sleep

SLEEP

A commodity taken by granted by many, many people in this world; who deprive themselves purposefully of it for the sake of better things. Sadly.

The Things Others Don't See

THE THINGS OTHERS DON'T SEE

You know, I've quit blogging in awhile. And literally my blog was pretty much dead, except when I felt like writing something random or was feeling frustrated about something and had to vent my feelings out. Basically, I treated this like an online diary--- except I knew strangers come across it sometimes, but who cares? They don't know me and don't take me seriously! Honestly, I was absolutely sure nobody I knew comes into here any longer. Seems I was wrong. WRONG. I've been wrong about a lot of things lately, and they're not said to be bad or whatever, sometimes it does make you wish you hadn't gotten too personal. 

You. Know. What. I. Mean.

But anywaaaaaays, I felt like blogging something really long tonight thanks to the coma-nap I had just now and is now feeling hyper. I felt like posting pictures, but not one or two of those tumblr-kind of photos which I have been posting for the last 10 entries of so( I was lazy, okay? And bored, and emo, and un-motivated!). So I was looking through my album and realized there were a whole lot of random photos I took but never bothered about them after uploading them onto my computer XD. Well, it didn't make sense to post just one photo on Facebook, right? And I hate those albums named 'Randoms' which many people have and post all those ...random stuff. It's just... I like to be different. Bah. And I'm quite OCD in some ways about my Facebook stuff. 

(Cutting that subject out)Yes, so now, I present to you, my awesome I REMEMBER WHENs. Also, there's a story behind all of it, I like to rant after all. Hah, take that, Facebook albums! 

I Remember When.... 

I had the time of my life at my very first church camp in Malacca.

I lost two Uno games and Jenga in a row, so this became my reward. Matthew did NOT help by poking me in the back and roaring in my ear while I was shuffling back in the thick darkness and feeling like I was going to freak out any moment. Which I did, obviously.

I discovered the meaning of pool violence. 

I discovered that on-the-go shots are the most epic ones you'll ever get. (Go Esther Marie! :DD )

I discovered that there were queer people out there who could shiver and feel cold in a pool of WARM water placed strategically in the SUNSHINE and HOT weather. 

I Remember When...

I nearly smoked out my apartment.

... yes I know. Don't laugh.

I was attempting warm up an apple crumble bar and couldn't figure out how to set the microwave. So I just blasted some buttons and left it. Before I knew it.... 

I was incredibly sad. I wasted a whole bar. And to top it off, my apartment smelled of smoke for two days. 

I Remember When... 

I bought a bouquet of flowers for the first time by myself. :)

Aren't they gorgeous? :D 

They were for Mother's Day, and I wanted to give my mom lilies because they're her favorite(they smell incredibly nice) and also because I realized none of us have ever bought her flowers before. I had to do a lot of running back and forth and strategic planning in order to pick the bouquet up and smuggle it into my room. Even then it wasn't safe; I had to run upstairs the moment I thought my mom might enter my room, and I couldn't hide it in the bathroom because she goes in there too. 

I surprised her the next morning with the flowers in the kitchen(before going back up to sleep). I crept down before she was up and then hurried back to continue my snooze. So yeahh, all that planning was sooo worth it. ;D

I (also) Remember When... 

I randomly captured a photo of my mom.

I guess I just had nothing better to do. :D

I Remember When...

We took a trip to Bukit Cahaya and saw interesting and amusing things.

Couples be warned; you are not welcome here. And neither is your PDA.

I thought this looked charming! :D

I Remember When...

I ate Japanese food for the first time.

(It was this year. Don't be shocked. Its not my fault.)

Raw tuna and wasabi. SO. GOOD.

*drools*

Some cold beans of some sort which tasted weird. I think I'll stick to the wasabi. 

I Remember When..

We took a trip to Pangkor, and a monkey tried to enter our room.

He even rattled our doorknob and gaped at us at the window. How rude.

I Remember When..

I ran for my house during Sports Day last year.

I really did run with this streaked down my leg. It must've been amusing for the spectators. XD

Okay, now I Remember a time when I slept really late and failed to stay awake during church service the next day. Not good. At all. 

BED. Where art thou?!

Cheers. :)

LOPSIDED

LOPSIDED

Spent the whole day at college, got stuck in a traffic jam amid a heavy rainstorm(with lightning garnishing), came home, had my fish fillet dinner stolen by someone, went for a briefing for tomorrow's treasure hunt and showed up realizing we'd missed half of it, remained pretty blur about the whole thing till Rhenita briefed me properly, realized that I have to be up at 6.30am in the morning before my mom changed it to 6.15, learnt a good lesson about consuming too many mangoes and fruit cereal in a day, and finally... I'm going to bed with a smile. :)

My eyes are heavy, my body is screaming for sleep, and I have a huge week filled with deadlines ahead of me, but they were worth it for those two hours I spent tonight at Hassan's. Anything's always worth it for every little moment I get to spend with you. Well...just..so...you, know. You made my day a little more cheerful amid all these chaos and exhaustion. 

Okays, cheesy posts >.< I'm still gonna pretend that only strangers read this. YES. That should work. Strangers. No. One. Else. Nobody.

I can hear the bed calling me now, there's just not enough sleep in this world for me. Goodnight.

...

... and Lord help us all tomorrow; we're soooooo gonna die as newbies in this charity hunt. D:

It's okay! I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me! God help me. Please do? :)

HI ADRIAN

HI ADRIAN. :D 

THANK YOU FOR BEING MY AWESOME STALKER. 

This one's just for you, for everything you've said and done. :) 

I thank the Lord every moment I get to share with you; and for bringing you into my life. 

Know this; and know this now. You're special. :) 

And you always will be, so stay that way, and I promise I'll never stop giving you hugs.

God bless you.