Acar buaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!

mama made lots of those for my gastronomic pleasure. i can relate to acar buah, it being sweet, sour and spicy. just like me lorrrr. anyway, this was lunch. tomato and acar buah croissant turnover...

traditionally, its eaten as a condiment to briyani or tomato rice. but im thinking of experimenting with the acar buah.

• acar buah marinara on fettuccini

• acar buah beef tacos

• prawn and garlic fried with acar buah

• acar buah on cheese

• asam pedas acar buah

• acar buah bread spread

haha ok. dah merepek...

so today was yet another study date with a few friends at SB-OB. i ordered a double ice tall sugar free vanilla caramel macchiato but they gave me a grande size instead. with extra extra extra caramel! after a few restless hours through my studying, the nice barista handed me a slice of new york cheesecake! on the house! free! as u can sense by my punctuation, i was very delighted today. i must say, that was such a nifty surprise even though i know for sure that it was just a piece of marked out cheesecake. (any food that has been marked out cannot be sold anymore but is still very fit for consumption). having been a long while since ive been hit by a random generous gesture, it actually felt good. a commendable effort on the part of the handsome barista coz he really did make me feel like coming back. awesome!

extending this out to real life situations, we can safely draw that our actions are always magnified many folds in the eyes of the receiver. so i guess its always important to do good, no matter how small. the efforts will definitely be remembered, rest assured.

hello everyone! i am lala, your friendly bearista

peek-a-boooooooooooooooo. im just the cutest, arent i?

starbucks is now brewing my favourite coffee everyday. do you know that they brew a different type of coffee each week? this week's brew is a black apron exclusive, the rwanda blue bourbon. with hints of spice and a splash of cocoa in every sip, its definitely my cup of happiness every morning. its semi-washed beans provides a subtly acidic coffee, which i like coz it does not overwhelm the aftertaste. looks like coffee, tastes like chocolate. yum yum.... and it smells heavenly too. aaaaaah....

i love abu my tumbler. what would i ever do without you, abu?

i have filled abu up to the brim with a triple grande 1 pump vanilla latte. why dont you guys head down to your nearest starbucks store, which is like at every corner already now *rolls eyes*, and ask for a free sample of rwanda. try the doppio shots if you are more adventurous. but for the less refined tongue, might i kindly suggest a vanilla latte for your enjoyment instead?

ooooh wat nonsense is this??

ok i better get back to some serious studying already...

and then yesterday night i had a real-life-no-joke-im-not-kidding panic attack (click here)

....some sufferers are not under any "fear" or any psychological illness but are under extreme amounts of stress and anxiety resulting in a panic attack -Wikipedia

i couldnt control what was happening to my body for one whole looong hour

and its verrrry scary coz i thought i was going to die ah...

i was feeling nauseous the whole night watching the grand match at lau pa sat with some friends. my whole stomach was causing me much trouble too. its like the want to berak kind of feeling. but if u know me, i wont ever berak in public. hurhurhur. so i attributed the feeling to me holding in the gold.

i didnt talk much on the train. there were too many beautiful people around me and it was too overwhelming. also partly because i was tired lah. i wished i could tell dzul, who was on the train with me, to accompany me home just for tonight. coz i didnt feel..... i didnt feel very correct that night. but i know he was very tired too. besides, his team won and i did not want to spoil his joy. troubling him to send me home would have definitely ruined it for him.

anyways i started trembling on the bus. and then sweating ok. the bus was air conditioned and i was sweating. what a joke kan. i rushed home, had a shower, cried in the shower and then tried to sleep. as i was on my bed rite, i suddenly felt like... kena hempap coz i became breathless. but i could sit up and walk so i know there were no forces beyond my comprehension doing this. it was just my body trying to be funny. i had the fan blasting wind in my face coz i was sweating macam babs but it only made me even colder. i rolled myself up into a ball, wrapped the comforter around me and started rocking to and fro on my bed. macam drug addict on cold turkey gitu....

smsed dzul then called him. no reply. no answer. continued rocking myself.

the next thing i know, its time for subuh already.

all the palpitations and sweating and rocking must have concussed me bad.

still feeling down. still feeling low. haiyah.. but life has to go on lah....

the museum had a very interesting exhibition displaying photo collections from various families in singapore. lucky these families are to have their past preserved in some tangible form.

ive always wanted to know how my nenek moyang looked like sey. i think we should take all the pictures we want now. so that we can look back one day and tell our grandchildren how gorgeous we were. im sure they would laugh at our oddish fashion sense, but we know we were fashionable anyways. we are like this only once and tomorrow will not be like today. and  its always nice to look back at old photos because people are always smiling in photographs lah. besides, who knows, if it so happens that my grandkids turn out as kepo as me, im sure they would have a blast looking at my photos. so heres to more camwhoring in the future!

anyways.......... the revamp done to the museum was gorgeous. yeah, we were the late kambings to be excited about something very basi already.

eh?? bukan kah itu...? hmm...

cucu baru atok...

i couldnt get enough of the floor uplights. im so getting them for my house..

the necessary shot.. ♥

ok, please, stop, following, me, already, baby ♥

bye

its soooo obvious now......

very stressed out about the weekend

#$@%$#*&#!!!!

i remembered how we used to play masak-masak together and she would let me use real food to play with. thats a big deal for a kid. once, she baked for me a cake on my birthday with nice pink frosting and those tiny silver beads. the cousins got envious coz they wanted a cake like that too. so on the next cousin's birthday, she baked for everyone of the cousins a cake each. i was a very fussy eater. she would cut the carrots into butterflies and flowers just so i would eat them up. mama used to say that when i was a baby, i would only eat out of her hands. i wont let anyone else feed me but her. and they cant figure out why. if i see her eating, i would go over to her and ask her to suap me some. she would retort jokingly, sebok jer lah kau ni. aku nak makan pon tak senang... and then push some food into my mouth.

she entered  me and her son in a fancy dress competition when we were four. we won first. after i got back from my kindergarten classes, she would draw me pictures of mickey or donald, care bears or my little pony and i would colour them in, just to pass the afternoon away. i remembered crying one day because her pony looked more like a cow with long hair. she would make for us colourful dough from flour. her son and i would spend the whole afternoon after school playing with the dough. we had a huge corridor back at the old house. that was where i would have my hair cut by her with a towel over my shoulders. she made for all my cousins their gubahans when they got engaged. she made sure the wedding room was perfectly decorated on their wedding day. she taught me the surahs and the doas. she nursed me when i was sick. i would run to her if my dad beat me up. i preferred to sleep with her on her bed rather than my own bed on most nights.

she was my teacher, my cook, my role model. i called her mak caca. so did everyone else. i will miss you.

she moved to malaysia to open up a restaurant about 10 years ago. the relatives in singapore only got to see her and her family once or twice each year. shes always with a smile on her face despite all the pain we know shes going through. she left behind a very loving husband, a 24 year old son and an 18 year old daughter. my favourite aunt will be 51 this year. my aunt,  had cancer.

al-fateha

zeno bravely believed that

"You cannot even start."

now suppose i want to catch a moving bus. in order to catch up with it, i must travel half the distance first to reach the bus. in order to travel half that distance, i need to travel a quarter of the distance before i could reach half. and then one eighth of the distance before i could travel a quarter. a sixteenth first before one eighth.... bladeblaadebla. clearly, i have an infinite number of distances i need to cover first before i am able to do anything else.

in other words, the trip cannot even begin.....

you see, i have a googillian important things to do that i have not started on but would want to, someday. but how to now? zeno says, i cannot even start, you know...

and its february

like... already!

oh for the love of god.....

my special delivery

baby and big daddy

=)

shit

i promised myself not to break down, u know

shit lah

so much for my good feeling for 07 hor......

so much for my good feeling for 07

work. dinner with the girls, a bbq/chalet at pris. and i was just informed about another one at east coast.

all after 7pm

how? how to split myself into 3?

i need a car

We learnt about globalisation in school today. The above was our summary.

heard news that they were serving their monthly specials, briyani rusuk. btw, rusuk = ribs, ok. we braved the drizzle, sat our butts and ate like we have never ate before. sedap giler! their acar buah, sumpah sedap giler!! u know where raimah is, at kembangan, rite. but its not at raimah lah, its the shop beside raimah, cahaya something...

got pictures but nochet upload. huahuahua....

my favourite vid from OK GO. so lepak!

cute kan...

pantat, where got people say belah parting! she said

you say either belah or parting coz both means the same

but ive always said belah parting my whole life ok.

_______________________________________________________________

ju: eh, wat does M.A.C stands for?

me: Mak Aku punyer Cucu.....

lid: Mak Aku punyer Cicit.......

me: Mak Aku punyer Cacing lah!!

lid: (hehehahahehehaha) Mak Aku punyer Chee(toot)

_______________________________________________________________

*waves finger* shakes hips*

cmon just admit it baby. i know ur glad to meet me. (huahuahua tak tau malu sungguh)

dont say wait i mulut bising bla bla bla if i dont get to meet you, tsk

_______________________________________________________________

anyways...

things i want to do

no they are not resolutions

1. finish watching House MD season 1, 2, 3. im only at 105.

2. finish watching Prison Break season 2

hoooray for cool cousins who watch cool shows!

these will take up a whole chunk off my weekends already

so if i have time i shall

3. finish reading Life of Pi, Time Traveler's Wife and Taj

4. make my chicken salad for mama coz shes been asking me to since last year (wic is not too long ago, actually)

5. start on my Polaroid board

oh yah!

6. do laundry

try separating both your thumbs whilst still leaving the rest of your fingers touching at the tips.

easy rite?

2nd finger, too, no problem.

now try your fourth finger, your ring finger.

tak boleh kan!

well apparently, according to some belief, this is the reason why we wear wedding bands on the fourth finger. bcoz the fourth fingers represent the husband and the wife. and in the communion, they are supposed to be inseparable.

so creative rite, these people. even my nephew who, in his own imaginative world prefers to colour everyone's faces green, cant think of such things one.

"Never leave that till tomorrow, which you can do today."

I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection. Sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo?

The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost.

We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day.

Still...

sometimes we have to see for ourselves.

We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons.

We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore.

Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant.

That knowing is better than wondering,

that waking is better than sleeping,

and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.

It may be too soon to tell but I have a good feeling for '07. Very good feeling.

when the time is right, i will tell u your lies

and when i do, i will show u proof, evidence, pictures!

your baby will shoot you down

finally ini muka boleh senyum sekarang

=)

ingredients:

peeled prawns

cayenne pepper

cracked black pepper

garlic butter

cheddar cheese

olive oil

3 tablespoons garlic, digiling...

1 biji shallots, finely chopped

salt and sugar to taste

how to make:

once again, gasak kau lah nak letak berapa banyak, ok.

marinate the peeled prawns with a little salt, cayenne pepper and cracked black pepper.

a little salt goes a long way. the cheddar will add enough saltiness to the dish. so make sure u dont put in more than 1 small teaspoon of salt.

anyways, in a pan, sautee the garlic and shallots in the olive oil until they turn brown.

add the garlic butter. low heat. you wouldnt want to burn the butter. wait nanti bitter....

then the prawns.

squeeze juice of half a lemon

switch off the flame.

add the grated cheddar.

a little bit of sugar to balance the taste

toss everything around

after a quick stop at the ever popular pengurup wang (hehehehe, nvm, inside joke) at parkway, we had dinner at our favourite place at the nearby lagoon. our usual? he asked.. a quick nod from me and fifteen minutes later we were sweating over really hot seafood and veges. he got the order right. i think im becoming too discernable already. he knows what i want even without me telling. like the other time at banquet, he told me to grab a seat whilst he went to get drinks. no questions asked, he came back with peach tea, the only drink i would have from there.

i digressed. anyways, dinner was ikan bakar, sotong and kai lan. portions were unusally heeeyuge but i guess thats only coz its a weeknight. come down on weekends and they will magically downsize everything by half. and then theres desert, all thanks to zainab's expert advice on which fruit stall to buy from. thanks beb! we zoomed back to his place, the powerful smell of the fruit slowly seeping into the car from the boot. its that strong. but the endearing journey was worth it. we had the most sinfully delicious durians from lorong XX geylang, i kid you not.

i rushed to the airport after work today to send him off. thank u mister steward for sending me over. u ran 2 red lights just for me, how sweet, haha. and congrats on clinching a place in NIE. i will still call u mister steward though, only coz mister teacher sounds so merepek.

dzul should be on his company sponsored flight halfway to dubai already by now to join his family, pffft.. these lucky SIA engineers. of course, i is memang (!!) envious lah. ironically, i was more excited than he was about his own holiday. aiyoh laling.. when u come back, i dare u to tell me you did not enjoy yourself over there ok. i double dare you.

this is very easy and fun to make, tau. and very filling for a salad.

Ingredients:

1 can Campbell's condensed Cream of Chicken

lettuce leaves sliced lengthwise

celery

tomatoes

boneless chicken slices

lemon

yellow onion

mayonnaise

Lay's Sour Cream and Onion potato chips

cheddar cheese, grated

i never cook using specific proportions, so urmmmm... use your gut feelings okie dahhlings....

How to make:

marinate the chicken slices with cracked black pepper and a little salt. brown them in a pan with olive oil

add brown sugar to the onions. let them sweat in the pan until they caramelize.

spread the condensed soup in a baking dish. throw in the browned chicken slices and caramelized onions

then throw in the rest of the ingredients; celery, tomatoes and lettuce

squeeze the juice of 1 lemon and throw all the ingredients around...

sprinkle over the potato chips and the grated cheddar

bake for 15 mins at 150 degrees Celsius. or until the cheese starts to brown

easy kan! just throw here and throw there only...

but most importantly, its sedaaaaaaaaaaap tuan-tuan dan puan-puan...

hahaha

aneeeeeways. i finally got down to altering my boring clothes. i shortened the trousers so now i have capris. shortened the dresses into tunic tops to wear with the capris. and i got rid of the buttons on my shirt tops, hemmed the edges, sewed in tie-backs at the side and tada! a new wrap around top.......

im very cheapskate like that. but so what kan coz  i now have 3 new capris, 2 new tunic tops and 2 new wrap arounds. priceless, literally. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

very the feeling project run-away, you know.

im keeping the extra cloth from the dresses coz i have decided that when i have the time (which is like, in the next million years or so), id make make-up pouches out of them.

k tuje. enough brainless reads already.

back to watching heroes. now thats hard stuff... btw, anyone has epi 9 and beyond?

so wats up lately? im just very tired having to juggle so many things now. its like life had suddenly decided to sky rocket from the flat, boring plateau that i was once living on for 5 long years. when im in school, i cant wait for work day, but when im at work, i cant wait to go for lessons. so its balanced and somehow its fun... in a sadistic, melancholic and tiring way.

my new year plans with mister steward seems unduly foiled, looking at how fat my paycheck is. unless... unless he decides to play nice and forks the cash for me. hurhurhur. by the way, have u been to ikea tampines? its heeeeyuuuuuuj. made a quick trip down with ain coz we two bored damsels had nothing better to do, lor. found a few beds that i like which im sure could cure my insomnia. they have a swedish supermarket carrying stuffs we cant pronounce. like, hyrtuswe biskits and fyrtwksh cheese and yrtywiwhd bread rolls. well, u get the idea...........

i think mama washed dzul's tshirt which is mine coz it smells so nice now which is actually not nice. oh dear. did i just confuse u?

 a

i'll email the new link

turns out something has been hiding in her room in one of her soft toys that she sleeps with every night. a tiger that was given to her a few years back. its freaky shit! coz, i sleep with a frog. and i need to gentel that wierdo before i go to sleep. but now im too freaked out to gentel oredi after hearing her story.

or, turkey! here! i! come!

or heck... batam! here! i! come!

but

no!

i cant...

coz im stuck here in stupid silly singapore

juggling things i cant run away from

J: eh ur nike bag nice? where u buy?

Me: oh my bf belikan

J: how much u bought your ipod?

Me: i dunno beb. my bf bought for me

J: apa ni! everything he bought for yoooo... hes so nice!

Me: no lah. i just feel like making him sound nice. hes actually very setan gondol...

muaahahahahahahahahahahahaha...

fine. im just sour over the fact that he gets to leave me in stupid silly singapore

while he heads for dubai and turkey

happy tak, you?

dun go travelling too much lei..

wait nanti (wait nanti, haha) you left with no other place to honeymoon at but singapore

k dah.

if u need me, i shall be in my wailing corner over there *points to toilet bowl*

all the time confessing my profound ♥ for dzul in my entries

look, i tried, really....

i ♥ my rock LAH

he just left my place and its 5 mins to 11pm

by the time he reaches his place it shd be about 11.30 already

and im quite worried, actually, for his safety

even though this is the safest place on earth

even though his place and my place is not that very far

even though i know he is a capable-dah besar macam badak-adult

but he looked really tired and sleepy when he left

please reach home safely

see, i worry so unnecessarily

this is me showing him concern

his version of showing me concern: deaaaar, u dah berak ke blommm?

now, who cannot ♥ that rite?

hmm.. i dun have a point in this entry lah

just that i really ♥ that guy

and it doesnt feel adolescent

i feel his sacrifice, i feel his compromise

i feel terrified

i feel it all to the smallest bone on my body

but amidst it all, i feel complete

and id do everything in my power to keep him happy

but, haha, u guys know all these already one laaaah, im sure

nanti itu hari mari ah... kitorang duorang boleh fite sama itu putri guning ledang

kitorang kasi sama dia!

hiaak hiaaak haiiiyaaaaaaak!

oh yah.. itu lu punya belt jangan lupa ah kasi sini mari.

nanti seluar gua jatuh..

sekian.. tima kasih hor, ain...

really, we really do have super powers

sugar high huda

kids galore...

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

our very own malay-lebanese chick, faraaaaaaaaaaah!

shes super adorable i tell u

ni mamat malay-korean celup from san francisco

(bob the builder), can we fix it????

(bob the builder), YES WE CAN!!!

ok, dah, tujer

i showed it to mister steward

and he thinks that its humanely impossible to pull a gorgeous latte in 14 secs

(like, wow)

with a rosetta lagi tau

i take 14 secs just to grap myself a mug...........

and these are really pretty too!

coz im duly doing the assignments conveniently dished out for us from the lecturers

however, i felt quite bongok this week after finding out that everyone else did assignment 1

whilst i, happily happily did assignment 3.

my lecturer asked me, that day, if i had known that its assignment 1 which was due and not 3

and as if enlightened by some cardinal sentience

i exclaimed a terribly loud nooooo wonnnnnderrrrr, which shocked him (and the rest) in the lt

so yeah...

no wonder assignment susah nak mampos!!!

raya outing was as per last year, damn crazy lah!....

the way to muna's house was a breeze this year.. thank gawd

and having teachers in the group helped make the fellowship less ditzy

we now know in which part of the body babies are made now, dont we

no no no, no nooo, not in the stomach... hahahahaha!

its amazing how we can amuse ourselves with the whistling bunga api the whole night

scissors-paper-stone-fire-water was (haha) crap

in the end fire won everything.... nonsence

and yes

buah cempedak di luar pagar

something something jolok-jolok kan

saya budak something something

something something... tolong tunjuk kan

sorry malay kami rabak

hehehehahahahahahahaaa....

catching up was a lot of fun now, wasnt it

all of us agreed that the signs of aging are oh so showing....

orders of drinks are now kopi panas, teh panas or air jarang panas sikit tarok straw

of course, theres no more duit collection to look forward to

we have our own cars now

but most importantly, we didnt cam whore as much anymore (!!)

i only have 12 pics of the whole outing, ok

a quarter of which were taken by fazzie

and they're all tonggang tebalik

i wonder if we would still be doing this in 10 years time...

hahaha! bunga api dah basi sikit.

thank u muna for the vid!

i do not usually believe in my dreams. but a few weeks before arwah nenek passed away, i dreamt my teeth fell out. same thing happened a few week before my uncle passed away, too.
 

i googled around a bit and found this.

Jika anda bermimpi sakit gigi dan menangis, tanda akan menerima halangan. Anda mimpi merasa giginya terlepas, bertanda akan ada yang meninggal dunia dalam kalangan keluarga atau dirumahnya sendiri. Jika mimpi yang terlepas gigi atas ada orang tua yang meninggal. Jika mimpi yang terlepas gigi bawah ada saudara yang meninggal.

wallahu a'lam

listening to him calms me down. so i got the file converted to mp3. and now its in miller (my nano). i figured it should come in handy when i need a quick, gentle refresher from my piled up readings and my other watevas

too fast, too furious

benci!!!

aye, slow down!!! can??!!!!!??!!!!

even sleep feels too short now. actually i dont even remember falling asleep. suddenly, u open your eyes, and dah morning.

and then yesterday... (all my troubles seem so far away kepala hotak beetles lah)

came late for school, rushed through due assignment (yang susah nak mampos, by the way), took some time to finish assignment so by the time i was done, my tutor was gone (gone as in not out-of-the-room kind of gone tau, this is the dah-balik rumah-berambos kind of gone), proceeded to search entire campus on ways to get my assignment to him, succeeded, and then it rained, ruined hair!, spent eternity in the toilet trying to betolkan hair, decided to take cab to work to avoid being late, omFg i tripped over some plastic thingy whilst shuffling my feet and hailing a cab in the rain, came in late for work. blueks. and im not gonna cakap pasal work lah...............................................................

so i skipped school today in an attempt to slow things down so that i can get some overdue things done.

1. retype socio notes

2. attempt questions on chain rule (again), after yesterdays traumatic assignment

3. practice economic theory

4. assess market theories and its effects on profitizations

5. eh, i need to get stokin for work damnit! (anyone wanna go tm with me?)

6. cup mark, cup call, pumps, shots, memorise, memorise, memorise

7. ah and yes, most importantly, master contingency table and chi-squared diagram coz dats wat todays lecture is all about.

im making things sound like i have the weight of the whole world on me. but, please, let me be able get through all these today....

sad, isnt it?

SHR MZDB, everyone.........

we pitifully conform to society's rather elitist standards sometimes, dont we. especially in education. so i think the move to drop the em3 stream is an encouraging step. students of this stream were stereotypically viewed as being hopeless. i know of parents who would go the distance, pay big dollars even, to bribe their child's teachers not to place their kid in that stream or to take their kid out of that stream. students streamed into em3, having learnt from their parents most of the time, that they are hopeless and useless, tend to do much worse. ironically of course since streaming was proposed to do more good than bad. i think enough self esteem had been marred already through streaming.

(but thats not really wat i want to talk about)

so, moving along.

many of us are pressured to only go to schools which the society recognizes, even if it means doing something we do not like. it doesnt matter if you dont enjoy the subject or your workload now. you will grow to like it later coz it promises a good job, good money, high social standing, and a wonderful life. why, do we not often hear many mentioning, i like this. even if i do not conform to the society's standards. even if i will come out as something lesser compared to the rest who conformed to those standards. but because it resonates with me, and because i enjoy the learning process, i want to pursue it. and in my eyes, ive come out as something greater. and that is all that matters.

let truth be told, its a dog eat dog world. everyone wants to be better than everyone else at everything. even if they are doing something that they are not passionate about. but because of the prospects that it promises later on, people would, somehow, grow to like it.

yet, how can one have a wonderful life doing something they dislike, or luke-warmed towards, and forced to merely get by routinely day in, day out. they will be sucked dry from monotony, having nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

we all need learning journeys, in a tangible on-going form, i think. something sacred that we can guard with all our life, something to get us excited about, to make us realize the world is beautiful, an insatiable curiosity, and a realization that there's just so much more to explore.

i recognize that not everyone is truly passionate about something. not everyone knows exactly what they want to get out of life. and not everyone who knows what they want to do, get to do what they want. amidst all the possibilities, i am thankful that i am where i am now. i feel blessed that God has directed my path and put me in a position where i can be passionate about my school, work and hobby, in all aspects. alhamdulillah.

i still believe that everyone has something that they truly love, and willing to tap on and hone, to contribute to society, to benefit their own personal growth. its just a matter of time before they find it, i guess.

"Nothing in this world has ever been accomplished without passion"

and i hope, in time to come, i can be a living, walking example to my own children on the importance of passion.

very very short memory span.

hahahaha. kelakar seram. *faints*

pronounce gelare

now

pronounce galore

hah!

urm, moving along. its not the first time that i pass by the PAP under the neighbouring block. but tonight, when i was walking pass that place, i saw a handmade poster on one of its walls which said,

honesty:

the only way not to lie is to do things which do not require hiding anything

like, hello! thats hard stuff, ok, to be teaching 4 and 5 year olds. easily, its comprehensive enough for us. even though im sure a vast minority (hurhurhur) would find it a tad bit difficult on the execution part. but for 5 year olds, its deep kan.............. but no matter, i think its a darn good quote.

on a totally different call, we breakfasted at fish and co. wheelock place a week ago. i had wanted to write about this but kept on forgetting. hello old age. but anyways, we saw a real live oooompah looompah siol! he looks like one, shaped like one, even sounds like one. only that he wasnt wearing crazy outfits like in the movie. ooompah loompah's off day lah aku rasa. so hes in his recreational clothes coz his other clothes were.....  stinky........... hahaha

still......

aching........

i have been sleeping with yoko-yoko for 2 days already and friends have been calling me seorang nenek yang preggers for walking kengkang and asking them to massage my back every hour or so. its conclusive that i have a love hate relationship with training now

owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww......

meh, come, lemme explain this to u in further detail with reference to the diagram below.

a few assumptions have to be made first.

as of all theoretical systems, we have to assume that conditions are ceteris paribus. ie. everything else is held constant.

secondly, in such hectic situations, demand creates supply. the more your love is demanded, the more u will tend to give.

theory applies to heterosexual relationships only.

lets begin on the AS1 curve. this is the aggregate supply curve which is the amount of love that you are willing to give. in the short run, your supply of love is always perfectly elastic as shown by the horizontal straight line (the brack karer one). you are willing to give as much love as u can, coz, short run mah. your love would still be on overdrive and you dunno the other person's flaws and habits yet waaaaat.....

the AD curve represents the amount of love people demand from you. speaking monetarily, the more 'expensive' your love, the lesser people will demand anything from you. thats the reason why AD is downward sloping. hence theoretically, we can see that it is best if we do not jual mahal. wait ah... veli susah one u know

so in the instance when the demand for your love increases coz u paid attention to me and headed my advice not to jual mahal, the AD curve shifts to AD1. economic forces is naturally extended and quantity of love is increased from Qe to Qf. given that there is a certain maximum that your heart can take, Qf corresponds to the maximum amount of love that you are willing to give in the short run.

then things start to get rocky..

as time progresses, in the long run, supply of love starts to change with respect to and in proportion of perceptions. the AS1 curve starts to become perfectly inelastic as shown by the vertical straight line. love has gotten even more 'expensive' in the long run. demand would increase (yet, again) from AD1 to AD2, and given that supply is fixed at Qf, coz of some unexplainable factors such as time, family, work, etc., the price of love would naturally increase. love gets harder. love starts to suck. love demands and demands and demands but you can only afford to supply a certain amount. (crikey, i just gave love a bad name, didnt i?)

so how now brown cow?

the only solution to remedy the situation would be to invoke a change in the AS curve so that it would shift from AS1 to AS2 (green karer portion).

how ah, miss?

ahah!.... through investments lorrrrrrrrrr, so easy. you give a bit, they take, then love you more lah. when this happens, the AD curve would shift to AD3 and everything would return to its original norm but at a higher optimal quantity Qo. wic, is verrrry good.

so u see my point? invest, people, invest!....

you, mat! go ransack tiffany and co. or sk jewellery for your gf. perllini's pon ok lah, mat. and you, minah! go get that nintendo ds your mat has been wanting ever since forever. spend more time together. go, goooo! spread the love!

but of course. these are just theories coz in the real world, the assumptions do not hold. it would be difficult to hold everything constant, coz change is inevitable. on rare occasions, supply might even create demand. for example, u might have a crush on someone and pursue your hot-blooded love for him or her like a possessed stalker and by some unkown miraculous power, your crush reciprocated.

there might also be cases whereby one's love for you is perfectly elastic. no matter what, they will still love you at whatever cost. bak kata pepatah kan, walaupun lautan api, sanggup i renangi untuk youuuuuuu, sayaaang..........

haiz, ok dah. penat ah.....

that was our break fast spread last weekend. 2 plates of ayam penyet with the werks, gado-gado, which they served with a different form of chilli tumbuk, and 3 tall glasses of drinks.

the drinks came a few minutes before azan. a thick, white layer of happiness lined the bottom of my glass, an uncanny test of my will power. who would have thought fanta cherry and condensed milk would taste! this! good! aptly named, their happy soda kept me contented (and happy, too) as it provided me with the much needed relief from the heat of their one heck of a potent mix of a sambal belacan. phwwwwoaaaaarr!

happy soda: the best life has to offer

yes, pour me some happiness, my man

if u want to beat the breakfasting crowd at joochiat or lucky plaza, try their third outlet near bugis in front of shaw. i can guarantee u seats. ok lah, i have this to conquer now.

readings.............................. (rolls eyes)

anyway, i successfully went through anti-socialism. now all i want to be is soft spoken ah.