tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59571479633904733622024-02-19T12:26:42.071+08:00Swingchocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-43802411251057724952013-11-25T01:03:00.001+08:002013-11-25T01:03:09.178+08:00Am I not worth fighting for?chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-10165679406151829252012-12-03T01:45:00.001+08:002012-12-03T01:45:23.942+08:00In love?In love with the feeling of being in love?chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-86068566895592617402012-11-13T01:45:00.000+08:002012-11-13T01:45:00.242+08:00Half-year; Half-life6 months has passed. Yes, exactly 6 months. Since my last post anyway. So, how are you?chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-21905523220120642882012-05-13T02:31:00.000+08:002012-05-13T02:31:04.442+08:00Colors of the Wind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Blue-green trio.chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-87774053248230654092012-04-07T09:37:00.000+08:002012-04-07T09:37:00.271+08:00Seeking Comfort<br />
There is always going to be a totally "skfhkhfe" time.<br />
So what do you do?<br />
What do I do?<br />
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Let me count thee ways.
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Firstly, I started ingesting a lot more alcohol. Not the most healthy thing to do but hey, a way to cope is a way to cope. I do not even <b><i>like</i></b> alcohol. <i>Really.</i> <b>Honestly.</b><br />
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Secondly, I started to do a lot more and think a lot more about doing things by <b>myself</b>. If you know me, that is practically breaking new ground in Amy's world. I do <b><i>not</i></b> go <i>anywhere</i> myself; I can hardly keep quiet for five minutes for goodness sake! I mean yes, I have my "Me-times" which usually involves massive holing up at home (sprawled on the couch or baking in the kitchen) or hiding in ze library lost in the world of make-believe, so yes, <b><i>breaking new ground</i></b> here. Here is a list of things that I have done or am thinking of doing alone (if you care to read that is):
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<strike>Grab a/a few drinks at a bar</strike>
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<strike>Get lost in the night sky scenery/staring at MBS for 2 hours in 4 plus-inch heels</strike>
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<strike>Spend a whole afternoon in the bookstore</strike>
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<strike>Dine at a restaurant/Table for one</strike>
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<strike>Work late in the office till 12am (not by choice really)</strike>
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Chill at the beach
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Go to the movies
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Ride a bicycle
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Travel to San Fran + Vegas
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<i>And the list will go on.</i>
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Thirdly, sleep! A. Lot.
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Escapism at its best!
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Fourthly and I believe we all do this, we make/buy and eat comfort food. Repeat. And again.
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So, one of the my go-to comfort food would be <b>brownies</b>. Not just any old Blondie but thick, intense, fudge-y <i>chocolate</i> brownies. And well <a href="http://simplemornings.blogspot.com/2010/09/missing.html">pies</a>, <a href="http://simplemornings.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-pie.html">pies</a> and all <a href="http://simplemornings.blogspot.com%0a/2009/11/lemon-cravings.html">things</a> <a href="http://simplemornings.blogspot.com/2010/12/later.html">pastry</a>.<br />
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I made these babies for a potluck I was going to. Wellllll, not really. Le brothers ate the chocolate tart I made for the potluck so bringing the brownies was sort of the back-up plan. Being the back-up plan meant that I had to rack my brains to make them not back-up-ish, so I melted some dark chocolate and crushed up some extra chocolate pastry left over from making the chocolate tart,
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52379595@N03/7051470037/" title="Crushed Choc Pastry Crust by vanillandlemon, on Flickr"><img alt="Crushed Choc Pastry Crust" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7234/7051470037_8ec90b952c_z.jpg" width="427" /></a>
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chopped up some macadamia nuts,
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swirled some mint chocolate,
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et voila!
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Well, here's to you and your coping mechanisms to get through all the "abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz" times in your lives! Cheers!
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*Burpchocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-51146447031444966992012-02-27T10:50:00.000+08:002012-02-27T10:50:52.256+08:00New World<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Hi.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I missed you. How have you been? </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">It is amazing, this concept of time. A second can seem like an eternity and likewise, an eternity can last like a second. In less than a quarter of a year, the “life” that I know so well ended and I am trying to live in this new world. Change? Easier said than done. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Answering “Ok, I am fine” to the simple question of “How are you?” that used to require the most minimal amount of effort now requires so much emotional work. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>An “Are you Ok?” can cause a whole waterfall of tears to fall rather than replying with a customary nod or smile. Of course, all this will pass and I will eventually get back to the routine of performing simple customaries (or not). Before that though, I am going to be stuck firmly in the seat of an emotional roller-coaster that spins indefinitely and I cannot do anything about it. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">An optimist I am not. I see half-empty cups and I know the world is far from being a happy place. However, as much as I am skeptical about pretty much everything, I do believe in happiness, no matter how short-term and temporal it is. Therefore, in order to get some of these moments of short-lived happiness, I am willing to sink in my whole entire stock of hope. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Will you wish me luck?</span></span></div>chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-5229714260859846762011-08-22T17:28:00.000+08:002011-08-22T17:28:56.358+08:00Uncertainty<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hi.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It has been a while. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A long while. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Some jinklings-minklings must have wiped out the memory of me pressing the fast-forward, x100 button using whatever smagicz because I had to be the craziest person on earth to even think of pushing the red button. This definitely calls for some serious investigation! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">No, seriously. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, life got in the way. Days were gone in seconds and months in minutes. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, just look at it, half the year is gone. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But sometimes, life slows down and by being situated in the period of calm before the storm (i.e slow/slack day at work), it allows you to self-indulge a little and draft a blog entry talking entirely about you, yourself and yourself. So, hello you.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I feel apologetic sometimes for asking people “How are you?”, “Where have you been?”, “What have you been doing?” because by answering these questions myself, I realize their inadequacy. I obviously and definitely cannot summarize my life for the past six months, a year, two years in 15 minutes of monologue or even a one-hour conversation (and neither can you). But hey, no one is expecting a detailed low-down of everything that transpired for the past X months, days or years right? Or maybe you are. Or maybe I am of you? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I hate not being there and I am sure you wish you were here but the truth is that we cannot be there for everything. Although I missed out on X and you missed out on Y, I am still glad that you shared Z and will be here to share future A, B and Cs. Some people try desperately to record and document our lives in any way they can; in ink, in pixels, in cells so that they would have some proof of the happiness, the sadness, the bewilderedness that they experienced at that one point of time. I used to be those people once and still probably am though with much less zeal than before. The main reason was that I got lazy. The important reason was that I realized that moments of our lives are like runaway kites so I am going to enjoy the process of flying the kite. This is not to say that I give up totally and have a “No Documentation” policy, it just means that I will do it when I do it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">All is not lost yet though, here is some chocolate cake I made on I cannot remember when.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">P.S I started writing this post since the 22<sup>nd</sup> of June and it is now 22<sup>th</sup> of August. Everything except this line is 2 months old. I amaze myself sometimes.</span></div>chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-37755957586448345832011-04-16T17:19:00.001+08:002011-04-16T17:20:38.744+08:00Courage and Strength<m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here’s to all you brave souls.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">We are the ones they label deviants. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">We are the ones they never fail to ask why we are doing what we are doing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">We are the ones who question your ‘common sense’.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">We are the ones who believe in change.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">To all my friends; my kindred spirits: step forth with courage into the society we have tried to make sense of and will continue to make sense of. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">“Today’s the day my life begins. Today I become a citizen of the world. Today I become a grown up. Today I become accountable to someone other than myself and my parents. Accountable for more than my grades. Today, I become accountable to the world. To the future. To all the possibilities that life has to offer. Starting today, my <a href="http://www.greysanatomyinsider.com/quotes/episodes/what-a-difference-a-day-makes/page_2.html" id="KonaLink0" target="undefined"><span class="klink"><span style="color: blue;">job</span></span></a> is to show up wide eyed and willing and ready. For what, I don’t know. For anything. For everything. To take on life. To take on love. To take on the responsibility and possibility. Today, my friends, our lives begin. And, I for one can’t wait.<b><span style="font-weight: normal;">”</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; margin-left: 2in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;"> –Becca, Valedictorian Speech on Grey´s Anatomy</span></b></span></div>chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-20318852648308071562010-12-25T10:19:00.002+08:002011-02-22T03:16:18.050+08:00Sleepless NightShe staggered into bed.<br />
<div>She staggered out of bed. </div><div>Her vision fades.</div><div>Thoughts invade.</div><div>The million and one thoughts, all fighting with one aim in mind-to win the war of "her attention" and what a fight! </div><div>Sleep had no chance, it had no might, but oh it fought, and damn did it fight! </div><div>She closed her eyes, she turned to the left.</div><div>She opened her eyes and cursed death.</div><div>Helplessly she tries, to make out the time,</div><div>but darn those myopic eyes, they must as well mime.</div><div>The alarm went off, she got on her feet, </div><div>she then arranged her pillows and folded the sheets.</div><div>She thought and thought and oh did she think! </div><div>Those million and one thoughts, boy were they were finks!</div><div>The wire swayed, </div><div>the girl dismayed. </div><div>What to do now?</div><div>How now, brown cow?</div><div>She did what she did, what a deed indeed!</div><div>She drafted a post, this self-indulgent verbose!</div>chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-72029236121720516852010-12-20T20:28:00.004+08:002011-02-28T02:07:30.861+08:00Later<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;">There are just so many things I want to do but I just never seem to get down to doing them. Like how I wanted to draw <b>Christmas cards</b> for everyone but it is 5 days to Christmas and I there is not a stitch of color on those gleaming white cards. Terribly ashamed of myself, I typed a public apology to my friends on facebook. I HAVE although been thinking about drawing one, scanning it and sending everyone e-cards ala secondary school style but these are still very green thoughts and I most likely (99.99999%) would not get down to doing it. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;">I am the worst sort of procrastinator. I really am. I really think I got through school because of all those dratted deadlines and even with them, I had to go through the "why-did-i-not-do-this-earlier?"-tearing my hair out-crazy cranky phase, including listening to the bf nag about my poor time-management skills to churn out copies of 20-paged,double-spaced, justified, Times New Roman size 12, APA cited, bibliography-ed intellectual-sounding (hopefully) essays. Of course, reading required readings are not one of my strengths either which means that you would see me in the Central Library level 6 almost every day for weeks leading up to dooms-days aka exams days. Although, in order to see me,it does require you frequenting the library as much as I do and that can mean just about one thing eh? Hehe. I have to say though, I would totally take reading readings and taking exams over essay-writing any time! Honest. A note to add? Honours semester really just means doing all of the above at super duper,ecstasy-high speed! (Which is really what I have been doing for the past few months but hey,<b><i>not</i></b> trying to justify my tres long absence by the way. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;">Ok, maybe just a little! <i>Teehee</i>.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;">Another example of how my bff frienship with procrastination is ruining my life? I wanted to blog about these awesome <b>Blackberry-Apple Galettes</b> from summer months ago and here I am, writing this post in the depths of <i>December</i>! </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;">Well, yeah, at least I got own to doing it right? (Albeit it being months late!) Unlike the million and one things sit on my "later" shelf that is smothered with more than an inch-thick of dust and would most likely sit there waiting for the next dust storm! So about these awesome things, what is there really to say about them besides the usual string of synonyms for "<b>delicious</b>"? </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;">Looking at them truly makes me want to go out, grab the ingredients and make them immediately but knowing me (from this post),I am still sitting here thinking about doing it. Hope you have better luck at getting your arse off that plushy cushion of yours and start making some of <a href="http://www.mytartelette.com/2009/02/blackberry-apple-galettes-and-burtn.html">these babies</a>! </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;">P.S If you have time and an ice cream maker, you should try making the <a href="http://www.mytartelette.com/2009/02/blackberry-apple-galettes-and-burtn.html">burnt sugar ice cream</a> because it sounds just about heavenly!</div>chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-48377183204556028582010-11-24T05:07:00.000+08:002010-11-24T05:07:12.993+08:00Living in the cloudsIt is time to come down to earth.chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-41954815466581689622010-10-03T01:14:00.000+08:002010-10-03T01:14:43.948+08:00Forever<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQfMFH96K9YV65H0ymdGKLs0_dkP8amEUk0vute5FofLVj-YZDtzkfFprVkWiCB1t-9yRKmE87zJgae4zNQD17Bz10B-xmrsV5ff8mr6rz954DZ9aaFsmEBqotKLJrhodVD3SBslqyAo/s1600/P1070357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQfMFH96K9YV65H0ymdGKLs0_dkP8amEUk0vute5FofLVj-YZDtzkfFprVkWiCB1t-9yRKmE87zJgae4zNQD17Bz10B-xmrsV5ff8mr6rz954DZ9aaFsmEBqotKLJrhodVD3SBslqyAo/s400/P1070357.JPG" width="265" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">I want to promise you forever but I do not believe in forever-s. So for now, love me like i love you and maybe we will get to the place where our forevers go together.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">half inspired by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25046254@N07/4350092359/in/photostream/">this</a>.</span></div>chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-4035925702661859242010-09-27T01:35:00.011+08:002011-02-21T02:41:27.475+08:00Missing<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Missing. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">That is where I have been.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Missing.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">That is what I have been doing. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Missing.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">That is what I will be doing.</span><br />
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Sorry to start off on such a sombre tone but believe me it is anything but. Ok. Maybe it is kind of semi-melancholic. I mean, to be lost in a forest of readings, essays, presentation and deadlines? Sad. To have my friends leave me to fly to Melbourne, Nagoya, Christchurch? Lonely. To find out the bf is almost for definite going on exchange next year? :(((<br />
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So yes, my life is dreary and rather gloomy at the moment. Missing my friends and going to miss you? It certainly does not help when my oven decides to be cranky and I have to give up baking which was my provider of solace. Sigh.<br />
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Oh well, moving on like how we have to move on in life, to make up for my absence and for those who are missing summer, here is some (blackberry-blueberry) pie!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Is it not gorgeous?! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">The beautiful buttery crust, the cute little pastry star cut-outs and the thick berry-full filling? </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tell me, how can I not be in love with it?</span></div></div><br />
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52379595@N03/4986687687/" title="Slice of Blackberry-blueberry pie by vanillandlemon, on Flickr"><img alt="Slice of Blackberry-blueberry pie" height="333" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4131/4986687687_2f9341f3f3.jpg" width="500" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Although I swear I am truly and madly a pie fan (like how if you </span><span style="font-size: small;">say pie and I say aye!), I hardly make pies. Even if I do, I usually just stick to making the good ole apple pie. But,what? Whyyyy? </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">A couple of reasons really but besides the fact that good berries at a good price, or rather good berries are scarce here, making pie dough is <u><b>scary</b></u>! </span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Oh sure, there are fool-proof recipes and </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">pie tips are aplenty</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> but tell me, even as you take out your 'followed to the tee' pie dough from the fridge, you are crossing your fingers that it will roll out properly.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"> Your hands shake as you attempt to mimic the professional looking folds in the recipe picture and your crimping skills more often than not fail you. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then, you agonize and pace around (in your head) and hope it will bake beautifully in the oven. Your heart palpitates just a little faster than usual as you cut out a slice hoping it would not crumble in front of your eyes. As you sink your fork into the slice of pie, you wish desperately that the fork would not get stuck in a soggy bottom. You then worry about whether the pie crust tastes as good as it looks as you savour the intermingling of flavours in your mouth. The emotional roller-coaster ride ends either with you heaving a sigh of relief (literally) and filling your mouth full of that darn good piece of pie or with you stuffing your mouth full of your soggy,crumbled, no-good pie to drown your baking sorrows. </span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So you have had your slice and peace is made between you and me, what is there left to do except to have more pie? Go! Make some pie even though it is scary. (What is life without some challenge?) Go! Make some pie even if you do not have berries. (There is always apple, steak, custard and cream!) Go! Make some pie and you will find that the world seems a bit better, your future looks a bit brighter and you will be a bit happier( like I am now! Hehe).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Some pie notes:</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I made this gorgeous pie following <a href="http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2010/07/blueberry-blackberry-pie/">her</a> recipe. Fantastic lady! Check out her <a href="http://vimeo.com/13713225">cute baking videos</a>. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">I have to say in all honesty though that I think the crust was flaky and lovely and all that but I still prefer the pie crust in the recipe I used for my <a href="http://simplemornings.blogspot.com/2010/05/mommy-pie.html">apple pie</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Chuckles aside, as you can guess with my mentioning of mortarboards and graduation robes, many of my friends have officially abandoned me and left me to fend for myself in the institution some may call school but students call hell. Of course, for some the walls encase so much warmth as well love that they ensure everyone knows that their school is their second home by wearing their orientation, faculty T-shirts and over that (because the parts of the school has to be kept cold like the LTs and the libraries so that the warmth and love can be felt more intensely) their </span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">pullovers which have the letters "NUS" emblazoned in </span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Harvard font at the front. <span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="background-color: white;"> Chuckles aside yet again, I think in our own ways, our school has been our hell, our sanctuary, our teacher and our friend. By leaving, are we leaving a part of us behind or are </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="background-color: white;">we are bringing it away with us</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="background-color: white;"> because it has already become a part of us? Food for thought eh?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Anyway, for the real food (pictures) for thought, these sweet (noun & adjective) jam</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> thumbprints look simply adorable do they not? I was about to give up racking my brains on how to </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">pack these small jewel of a cookie and found some </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">inspiration and a solution from </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Martha! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">As for the rest of the packaging, it is less complicated although no less beautiful. I did spend an incredulous amount of time at the shop though deciding which ribbons I should buy because I really just wanted to buy the whole aisle. I eventually (very hesitantly) put back the armful rolls of ribbon which I hoarded and settled for some greys, whites, yellows, purple and blues. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">For my favourite pairing, I absolutely loved the combination of the midnight blue satin ribbon with the white-bluestriped! I think the combination fun and classic and it was just right for the snickerdoodles and chocolate chip cookies! Besides, they do remind a bit of the blue ribbon tags they give out to 1st place cookies in baking fairs in America. Oh, and I know you must be thinking, snickerdoodles again?! But how could I not?! They are so irresistibly delicious! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I of course saved the best for last! Kidding. I love all my cookies equally. Not! Chocolate chip cookies still hold the number one place in my heart but these citrus sables provide some stiff competition! I have made these citrus sables for more than a few times but they never fail to fill my afternoons with citrus goodness! They are really afternoon cookies</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">because they are perfect with that cup of tea. But of course, you would not be breaking any rules if you indulge them for your midnight snacking and</span></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">morning breakfasting! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I know this post is about 3 months apart from my previous one but forgive me for I have a very good reason that can be summed up in one word: SUMMER! /VACATION! It is back to school again tomorrow and I am totally acting like a bad ex, desperately clinging on to the coat tails of Mr holidays.</span> But I know I will have to let go eventually and embrace the Vampire of Doom, Duke Readings Test Presentations-Exams. So, wish me luck in not getting my life sucked out of me too badly.</span>chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-92023408933639487262010-05-23T02:06:00.002+08:002010-05-23T02:54:12.385+08:00Mounds of love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKOhv3oyn_yFXhfJ5ZDVDOHXuhWF6R0TZrPYcmvKjJ7aWI5DQe46ooO6vPlesFvpE_NLoZC1_NK8p-2r6YmEYOBk_takS9eDNUtTZmqJHJq6sjpLW9DxPrC5BV__kgc6Td8RL_YOrPzU/s1600/IMG_7161.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKOhv3oyn_yFXhfJ5ZDVDOHXuhWF6R0TZrPYcmvKjJ7aWI5DQe46ooO6vPlesFvpE_NLoZC1_NK8p-2r6YmEYOBk_takS9eDNUtTZmqJHJq6sjpLW9DxPrC5BV__kgc6Td8RL_YOrPzU/s400/IMG_7161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470754081211256562" border="0" /></a><br />My homemade truffles may not be as good as the ones from <a href="http://simplemornings.blogspot.com/2010/01/truffs.html">here</a> but it was good enough to capture his heart, according to the bf. The story of how we fell in love or rather how he fell in love with me was in actual fact an entrapment in his opinion. It was I, the sultry temptress who employed the clever use of truffles that ensnared his senses and claimed his heart for my own. I know (hope) he jests about the entrapment business but truffles are really one of his favourite things. He gets as excited as a little boy whenever I gift him with these chocolate mounds.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZ4EClhKunnIjnCLAkkKyON7Cz-NmbXAkDKNud1FE6pCJKiXoKx6pawEX64QOaICZcZuLnIBZwDGoI1Ebuz08ywEgKx0hNDsJlDgdRoNlLgSG4Z-3zgbLx1GT5RCR5l6V9nPe5S3GxvA/s1600/IMG_7163.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZ4EClhKunnIjnCLAkkKyON7Cz-NmbXAkDKNud1FE6pCJKiXoKx6pawEX64QOaICZcZuLnIBZwDGoI1Ebuz08ywEgKx0hNDsJlDgdRoNlLgSG4Z-3zgbLx1GT5RCR5l6V9nPe5S3GxvA/s400/IMG_7163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470755536675809954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">What then can be a more perfect gift than truffles for his belated birthday celebration? In fact, I would go as far as to say that he would rather receive a box of 20 truffles than the crazy amount of things I had baked for him on his last <a href="http://simplemornings.blogspot.com/2009/04/bfs-21st.html">birthday</a>!<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8ySNWQNJhTjDoZVTnMEMsNu9CwldPnpJ5Jr-lpzbejoZvMA4OJm2fnFYsFXZmSfVhi83zmWakboHHV6hb6AzLQ4zlLuB32hjAUYPFri2miagSdkKHbTtKrrMfWvtvw9uXe5Wx3l-9AY/s1600/IMG_7209.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8ySNWQNJhTjDoZVTnMEMsNu9CwldPnpJ5Jr-lpzbejoZvMA4OJm2fnFYsFXZmSfVhi83zmWakboHHV6hb6AzLQ4zlLuB32hjAUYPFri2miagSdkKHbTtKrrMfWvtvw9uXe5Wx3l-9AY/s400/IMG_7209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470766320221216690" border="0" /></a><br />Remember how I talked about being a bad friend? I was made a bad girlfriend too because of schoolwork! I had a paper due the next day on his birthday and as I was rushing it, I had absolutely no time to celebrate it with him. Although, I guess I supposedly "celebrated" it for him by flashing a "sign" (pens+foolscap paper) that said "Happy Birthday" at 12am in the library which was where we were the day before his birthday.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxqEx5d-BU8TZtbEwioVIS5mQofULuIy3l45p8n7jnTR6SYe0qCE_QjBvyLudUwSHCHeXrnl7RZlW_tc6pztTNjqxdmf9lQdGgpcb5VmtaN2GwY0O3ewhyG3IPF27YhHzBiRwOdDQt-Q/s1600/IMG_7200.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxqEx5d-BU8TZtbEwioVIS5mQofULuIy3l45p8n7jnTR6SYe0qCE_QjBvyLudUwSHCHeXrnl7RZlW_tc6pztTNjqxdmf9lQdGgpcb5VmtaN2GwY0O3ewhyG3IPF27YhHzBiRwOdDQt-Q/s400/IMG_7200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470762279163031266" border="0" /></a><br />We, of course celebrated it properly, truffles and all after our exams and although it was a small affair, it was by no means any less enjoyable.<br /><br />Many thanks to <a href="http://www.ladyironchef.com/">Brad</a> who bought me a block of awesome chocolate (<a href="http://www.haighschocolates.com/">Haigh's</a>!) from Sydney of which I used to make these lovelies! I would have used the entire block to make these truffles if not for the chocolate mouses residing in my house! As luck would have it however, a friend gifted me with a bar of chocolate from Switzerland which made up for the needed grams! Awesome is it not to have lovely friends?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQecQH9e1j8w1_VSUQK7VwD8ly3bSeAv7ChyphenhyphenB3JAg4O5b4BTXqx49JZvPCWpS6JShBzPSDn878M-iALAzHrcFShRi4kIB5VYQdjybtzMUiHj2oklvgL1jQEk7rhWTm3obocu8FFz-jqDg/s1600/IMG_7184-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQecQH9e1j8w1_VSUQK7VwD8ly3bSeAv7ChyphenhyphenB3JAg4O5b4BTXqx49JZvPCWpS6JShBzPSDn878M-iALAzHrcFShRi4kIB5VYQdjybtzMUiHj2oklvgL1jQEk7rhWTm3obocu8FFz-jqDg/s400/IMG_7184-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474169334271830610" border="0" /></a><br />Since I have made these truffles a million times over with the same recipe, I decided a little change was in order and thus tried out a new recipe. The bf being the bf could not discern between the "new" and the "old" truffles but declared it delicious nonetheless. I thought it pretty tasty although I have to say that I prefer it without the new addition of Grand Marnier. Call me boring but I like my truffles simple.chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-32464662382192003872010-05-13T23:06:00.001+08:002010-06-14T12:42:17.787+08:00Some birthday Snicker-whats<div style="text-align: center;">Just showing some Snickerdoodle love I gave my friends for their birthdays!<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">I have not been exactly a good friend this year and I totally blame school. With all the time devoted to academic work and procrastination, I did not have time to get presents, make cards and bake yummies! Since my holidays started 3 days ago, I have been trying to make it up to them, or at least the few that I met with some snickerdoodles! The next few days/weeks/months will be spent on getting belated birthday presents, laboring over cards and baking a lot of treats!<br />
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I do suppose I have to look for a summer job soon with the prospect of my cash running out but I managed to convince myself that I have until after I get my results to decide. I mean, I may be looking for a proper job instead by then so it is no point getting my knickers in a twist about getting hired now right? Of course, I really do need the cash but ah well.<br />
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Hi procrastination, I can see you waving with all the resumes I have to write, we are going to be best friends again huh? Blahhh. I have nothing, nothing to put in my resume! Boooo. Well, I am off to to eat some snickerdoodles with some ice cream right now and maybe life will be a teensy bit better.</div></div>chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-1927595387258142742010-05-10T21:39:00.009+08:002010-05-13T16:41:36.290+08:00FITS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JCLqe5IeVC4qjZEw23jk25tfcHdCbIIYJx2f9jP39GXGQGlrDSGMfEoRMwx-UUxSvZdcmC1RoESsOBA93-zHgU0hJAWCpyDRDar15kd3F3N2cIAKz3bfJr0ef2rZtHMCpDFVqrLLnzI/s1600/mwilsonchua.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JCLqe5IeVC4qjZEw23jk25tfcHdCbIIYJx2f9jP39GXGQGlrDSGMfEoRMwx-UUxSvZdcmC1RoESsOBA93-zHgU0hJAWCpyDRDar15kd3F3N2cIAKz3bfJr0ef2rZtHMCpDFVqrLLnzI/s400/mwilsonchua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469636931916950626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRJYZm8_u9NoEPLt63UeLP0rdurBguBjZPmETbU5OpFFqImEGohe5y03vVnFPPpXZAMc_DhpOJLUWPAnC5zClXz151vn53DgJRgmrdsu7-4z0ytN4mOvbVQdFyo_XNk_-cCuk6mzTb7oI/s1600/m+lloydlee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMM8Eq1NiYwhGmumeyBQie1WCiyYAI_7mPJgDuLxordehwa0xoat5afY3H32ZZUOpR6JXzzea2vAHPhxyjD1Czmgv3wgVDJrR1eLqm0ODg56MB3VAE2sGDecc_9yvUhb3t-pOw2X2mXrk/s400/mviv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469635642343826818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUH1uruT8bXcCZJ-XvPfeshBm3ahWShfF_0KDfDSv6U1vi7guiD8TKy0mi4r82EKI2LA4XhnU9l26Rj0phlRQQrKhsUyQT_10FO-voMuHM-RTbMaO0tff2y0Ron8tqb3lMVbEUHvRLaFE/s1600/usali.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUH1uruT8bXcCZJ-XvPfeshBm3ahWShfF_0KDfDSv6U1vi7guiD8TKy0mi4r82EKI2LA4XhnU9l26Rj0phlRQQrKhsUyQT_10FO-voMuHM-RTbMaO0tff2y0Ron8tqb3lMVbEUHvRLaFE/s400/usali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469641003933460146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhUDWxcVceHOu3H1V2bs8GmS-MyyNYR_terbtCx59fW739rXwXs3fPHpVriVwpxUBnrwrfWq26b96hadx_6oDrGKbyGhAqTSfMKuwn8IkZM6Bm3d38V_DSBbyXq0gFTPbth7D9FX4Qic/s1600/m+farhan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhUDWxcVceHOu3H1V2bs8GmS-MyyNYR_terbtCx59fW739rXwXs3fPHpVriVwpxUBnrwrfWq26b96hadx_6oDrGKbyGhAqTSfMKuwn8IkZM6Bm3d38V_DSBbyXq0gFTPbth7D9FX4Qic/s400/m+farhan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469635632898626082" border="0" /></a><br />Remember the fashion show I was talking about in this <a href="http://simplemornings.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-business.html">post</a>? These are just a few pictures from then. I am sorry! Quite a few meme-s up there. No one was there bearing flowers for me or clicking their cameras for me as I went down the runway but there were a whole bunch of friends of friends and new found friends who captured the memories and I guess I am pretty lucky to have a few snapshots! The Bf did bring me out for a big dinner although he was not at the show and that is good enough for me.<br /><br />Credits: from top (Wilson Chua, Llyod Lee, Becky, Elicia, Esther, Vivian, Alison, Farhan)chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-27773192049099354432010-05-10T18:05:00.001+08:002010-05-12T16:16:07.947+08:00Mommy Pie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81qx9EEFGFBIOC7Xhd_SHCephZ-ZhAIWwsqsXT0KC3-LbhPhUuGXgm1Tzc3R7T4IChyx_3cmVMfW7BHwnswdSwoBkyV_jTg_rJbwdEySAnKfkDNMEuneFDiUxqpnD9pw_PKl2v7NFu6k/s1600/IMG_7120.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81qx9EEFGFBIOC7Xhd_SHCephZ-ZhAIWwsqsXT0KC3-LbhPhUuGXgm1Tzc3R7T4IChyx_3cmVMfW7BHwnswdSwoBkyV_jTg_rJbwdEySAnKfkDNMEuneFDiUxqpnD9pw_PKl2v7NFu6k/s400/IMG_7120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469568376903208354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPuvRKkvUGLOZb47cYxw89nEgdnyRNWfQmyUjcp31xh3QUIJXdZxzJQEJGGc8kCFgVF7chR4M4inf5c_sWgSkTxciiMDHeYEB11k3s1scS7fwZobaRezBUqFkLbhdszdTZzCjh8QYCJ8/s1600/IMG_7101.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPuvRKkvUGLOZb47cYxw89nEgdnyRNWfQmyUjcp31xh3QUIJXdZxzJQEJGGc8kCFgVF7chR4M4inf5c_sWgSkTxciiMDHeYEB11k3s1scS7fwZobaRezBUqFkLbhdszdTZzCjh8QYCJ8/s400/IMG_7101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469565677896098450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Happy Mother's Day!<br />Mother's Day= Apple pie at my house because my mom LOVES apple pie. She knows how to make it alright but she says she is too lazy and so it has become a yearly tradition (burden) for me to make apple pie for her on Mother's day. I say burden because I mean peeling, coring and cutting 7 apples for a pie that size is a ho-hum chore. Besides, I am a very slow peeler, corer and cutter so yes, burden, burden, burden. It almost just makes it worth it with that first bite (I mean, mom's first bite). It was tasty, pretty yummy, tart with a sweet tinge, just the way I like it (Mom, too!) but if I had help with the peeling, it would have tasted so much better (I am just saying)!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjex9afqykqTJr14ADYc4ue9U_6G7AhqjEWyYgQReMJJQut07AL60kxOB5zCaVQhyphenhyphen11LW6PpYWi8m6VbhnhvpNlxs9Ni6YPDSndQLiWm1b5iKPkmn7v6WZgE9DKDnFZS9IP1yqgLozXw5k/s1600-h/a2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjex9afqykqTJr14ADYc4ue9U_6G7AhqjEWyYgQReMJJQut07AL60kxOB5zCaVQhyphenhyphen11LW6PpYWi8m6VbhnhvpNlxs9Ni6YPDSndQLiWm1b5iKPkmn7v6WZgE9DKDnFZS9IP1yqgLozXw5k/s400/a2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449553353661346946" border="0" /></a><br />There is however an interesting story (as always) behind this 'burdensome' chore of making my mom's day apple pie.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirTi_-hJfRlZ1VlhATcFxSj-kkkuMxGL33jhAdDl9CoXO9-7uZEh4xJp24DIhhyV-liRCDrrvP_swJN695_kYjpAvdUEAACnDffUXEicugxczA0wi_Pmo7eBbNx6MJ_nirILhqQD-Rhq0/s1600-h/a3.CR2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirTi_-hJfRlZ1VlhATcFxSj-kkkuMxGL33jhAdDl9CoXO9-7uZEh4xJp24DIhhyV-liRCDrrvP_swJN695_kYjpAvdUEAACnDffUXEicugxczA0wi_Pmo7eBbNx6MJ_nirILhqQD-Rhq0/s400/a3.CR2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449556560110950994" border="0" /></a><br />The pictures of the apple pie with the pastry rose? They are pictures of the apple pie I made <span style="font-style: italic;">thinking</span> it was Mother's Day. That was sometime back in uh March. Till now, I do not have an inkling as to why I thought that Sunday was Mother's Day in that week of March.<br /><br />In fact, I thought it was pretty odd that there was no usual sleuth of advertisements on which restaurants to go to on Mother's day, which florists to purchase your carnations from for Mother's Day, no tweets asking people what they were doing for their good ole moms, no siblings eagerly pushing the duty of getting the present to each other, no friends complaining about how carnations the size of their thumbs cost 2 dollars. Zilch.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9rjDc_xqujmjiWnIvMOwkll153BrxxfuDk5G40AjlBfJU2PpJQuPTGbTpacfgh0ButpK3KynL65xwsI543CZnQdOA4hVmfPof9KhVoTSOaGVTzvml2GVlD0xtn2Plca_A7BFfq9Miho/s1600/IMG_7113.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9rjDc_xqujmjiWnIvMOwkll153BrxxfuDk5G40AjlBfJU2PpJQuPTGbTpacfgh0ButpK3KynL65xwsI543CZnQdOA4hVmfPof9KhVoTSOaGVTzvml2GVlD0xtn2Plca_A7BFfq9Miho/s400/IMG_7113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469566656111385042" border="0" /></a><br />I <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> ask my siblings if they knew it was Mother's day on that particular Sunday. Despite their raised doubts, I was still somehow stupidly convinced that it was and berated them about forgetting about it. So Sunday rolled by and my mom asked me if she could eat the apple pie on the table and I said of course, it is your Mother's Day present! She looked at me and said it was not Mother's Day, Mother's Day was not for another 2 months. We all had a good laugh about it over some pie but two months rolled by and I still had to make one last Sunday for the <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">real</span> Mother's Day! I did try to weasel out of it by joking with my mom the day before, telling her that hey, you ate your present 2 months ago, I am not making another! She pretended not to hear me. How convenient.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQJFQTyGp5KOIemz8zQ3Im2fy4eYQTFs8pZj7oCOYVhpFgV0IGOPZUIhdGxHh7VlCKiiugWp9aqtKBT4IWJ7qaBMNpW9dlXShnydCD2HH4jqx9lt93Zpmz_xYuXOaF5wHZmZ8wLurWj8/s1600/IMG_7136.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQJFQTyGp5KOIemz8zQ3Im2fy4eYQTFs8pZj7oCOYVhpFgV0IGOPZUIhdGxHh7VlCKiiugWp9aqtKBT4IWJ7qaBMNpW9dlXShnydCD2HH4jqx9lt93Zpmz_xYuXOaF5wHZmZ8wLurWj8/s400/IMG_7136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469570518003215730" border="0" /></a><br />So, along with the usual sleuth of advertisements, tweets and complains, Mother's Day was celebrated at my house with some pie. Mom being the happiest of course having gotten two pies this year.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVIEcaISCY8WA52l13yU5zPfzRmuxg_xq-lg3uKG2L8HHkz-wHxSbmdyDTZ0x0fVbnfEfxiiKExURl3_jUwflrY2Fd8AlfDPvG7anqtVPtTDWE-jJyHjw3hss_NI17U74LtsnvdvMtd8/s1600/IMG_7116.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVIEcaISCY8WA52l13yU5zPfzRmuxg_xq-lg3uKG2L8HHkz-wHxSbmdyDTZ0x0fVbnfEfxiiKExURl3_jUwflrY2Fd8AlfDPvG7anqtVPtTDWE-jJyHjw3hss_NI17U74LtsnvdvMtd8/s400/IMG_7116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469567583183326850" border="0" /></a><br />This is a pretty long post with lots of pictures because well, I have time now and I was away for pretty darn long! Truce?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMoMWyAg_KlOKdXW-IeIi-kexxS5zbmZtLS4njYHD_L9DmohKwwYmfopSpJ4m58tdYZ69uRd9owK5P1JtTBNnvg_W-gKAErgw8nADz7Tc6IR798uHLwBMxlnpetMY5cNnk5jbjVt8qgM8/s1600/IMG_7126.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMoMWyAg_KlOKdXW-IeIi-kexxS5zbmZtLS4njYHD_L9DmohKwwYmfopSpJ4m58tdYZ69uRd9owK5P1JtTBNnvg_W-gKAErgw8nADz7Tc6IR798uHLwBMxlnpetMY5cNnk5jbjVt8qgM8/s400/IMG_7126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469569151561282082" border="0" /></a>I absolutely love mornings like this with apple pie and Murakami. Simple yet immensely satisfying.<br /><br />The milk is just there because milk and cookies go together just like milk and apple pie or was it vanilla ice cream? Anyways, I do not drink milk so le brother/s will have to finish it for me later on with his/their slice/s of apple pie when he/they get/s back from school.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9WJSaIrVr1dA1zMxcaWJk1lhUAQKLau7wRjLF5YdBWjiICIF-I4gomBTgAwepmKVD1TH6Xn29x1bnbjsTHNE7srFTaTVw_ClgMFUNvFwJpfCXhuecqEkWZ6BA_IxAh8V65l8cXgpzGI/s1600/IMG_7132+%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9WJSaIrVr1dA1zMxcaWJk1lhUAQKLau7wRjLF5YdBWjiICIF-I4gomBTgAwepmKVD1TH6Xn29x1bnbjsTHNE7srFTaTVw_ClgMFUNvFwJpfCXhuecqEkWZ6BA_IxAh8V65l8cXgpzGI/s400/IMG_7132+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469569806590457378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixX8LE3jRuPOIrVv69cV4GCD53QpeTxJvL3WYTrwire2FV_9zuoxyR4tpUkzz9bFpUfZYNX-5M9qAT1RSa39WspxrCvtArBRXO58VkrQRf1BrVX9eQtNBrYjeuTf32DzIFKP-HCYTN3To/s1600-h/a1.JPG"><br /></a>chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-41378124842156350122010-05-03T19:41:00.001+08:002010-06-14T12:42:04.699+08:00Snicker-what?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaDgsJk8JVKW77fk1wpfS5iD9BVTUWpk26MvKxoN_6wefBznfYA8dtE0kPdHI659sq0J99rbdqqinIt4y7c24t-9J24DInSwdreM0JFYABP9ZoVCMcvVFzvj8S_4arBwt8lcFLYkyil4/s1600-h/s1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449583730930166322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaDgsJk8JVKW77fk1wpfS5iD9BVTUWpk26MvKxoN_6wefBznfYA8dtE0kPdHI659sq0J99rbdqqinIt4y7c24t-9J24DInSwdreM0JFYABP9ZoVCMcvVFzvj8S_4arBwt8lcFLYkyil4/s400/s1.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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<div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">SNICKERDOODLES!</div><br />
I know there is crack down the middle of that snickerdoodle but the other one had two. Well, I know you want to hear the story (or not) but here I go boring you with WHY and other details:<br />
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I was on some snickerdoodle making frenzy just before all my deadline (hopefully you got one of them because I think I gave out a gazillion (not really) in school) and not forgetting about ma blog, I reserved like two snickerdoodles to take pictures of. As you know, however, things do not EVER go my way! I asked the bf to hold the box containing these precious snickerdoodles for like a minute so that I could adjust the strap of my bag and he SWUNG the box. There you go. Cr-ac-k. Lovely really.<br />
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For people who do not know what snickerdoodles are, like I have explained and tweeted and re-tweeted to the tweeples, they are soft and chewy sugar cookies rolled in cinnamon and sugar! Definitely one of my favourite cookies! They make me craving soft pretzels rolled in cinnamon sugar, cinnamon rolls and basically anything cinnamon-y. Unlike the Triple C though, I can only eat ONE of these because they are swwww-ee-t and I am as you know, not a HUGE fan of very sweet stuff. I am a lemon/tart girl through and through.<br />
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I have not found the ULTIMATE snickerdoodle recipe though so if you have any favourites, please please pretty please share them with me!<br />
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P.S 2 more final papers to go! I missed my blog and it looked so forlorn without new content that I gave in. See you all soon. I promise you apple pie!<br />
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P.S.S I forgot to change the post date and time and goodness me, this post is "late late late" by close to 1.5 months!chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-72912530729561209372010-04-12T01:02:00.002+08:002010-04-12T01:11:46.665+08:00AliveSorry for the lack of updates.<br />I promise I am still alive.<br />Half-dead but yes, still alive.<br /><br />Stay rainbow cheery till I am back!<br /><br />Oh, here is a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/nirrimi#p/u/0/s1rXfyEvOAQ">video</a>, <a href="http://www.weliveyoung.blogspot.com/">blog</a> and <a href="http://nirrimiphotography.carbonmade.com/">carbonmade</a> which you will <span style="font-weight: bold;">definitely</span> loveeeee.chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-9417356647631496762010-03-17T21:56:00.006+08:002010-03-17T22:03:14.437+08:00Reunion<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CHome%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:SimSun; panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; mso-font-alt:宋体; mso-font-charset:134; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;} @font-face {font-family:"\@SimSun"; panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; mso-font-charset:134; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;} @font-face {font-family:Georgia; panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >I know, I know.
<br />Very belated but here it is anyway!
<br />So every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, my mom would be slogging in the kitchen to prepare the food for the reunion diner, </span><span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;" >团员饭</span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" > (tuan yuan fan). <span style=""> </span>(Of course I help!) These are the pictures of some of the DELICIOUS dishes my mom whipped up. Sorry for my lousy angling but I hope you will still feast generously!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
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<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This is one of my favourite dish! As the name suggests, it is a sumptuous pot of chinese delicacies. I heart the prawns, sea cucumbers and the quail eggs most. I do not like abalone although it is considered the delicacy of all delicacies by many Chinese and my sibling chopstick fight over them. I got sick of eating them every Chinese New Year! Same goes for those mushrooms which I did not touch for similar reasons as the abalone. When I was a mushroom loving kid, I was given at lunch and dinner a towering bowl of all sorts of mushrooms. Well, you can pretty much guess one day, I got so sick of eating them and threw up so...</span>
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<br />鮑魚 (Bao yu)/</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Abalone
<br />These are the sliced abalone which everyone lovessssss! (Except me of course) I shall not go into details on how abalone from X is better than Y because of Z reasons.
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<br />帶子</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">(Dai Zi)/Scallops
<br />Fresh scallops stir fried in Mom's special sauce is sooooo yummy! I think there are two types of scallops here but I am no scallop expert so they would just be called scallops. This dish is usually adorned with boiled broccoli at the sides or would be stir-fried together with the scallops with eggs.
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<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Vegtable Stir-Fry
<br />I have to admit I do not know what this dish is called. My Mom basically just stir fried some chopped cauliflowers together with mushrooms, tofu, carrots and some vegetarian beancurd thing sprinkled with crispy deep fried soy things. Sorry for the poor description but I really do not know what they are called and neither does my Mom actually. This dish was one of those forgettable dishes. I love vegetables but this just did not cut it for me.
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<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Roast Chicken
<br />This is just down-to-earth roast chicken which is very very succulent. Do you know roast chicken is one of my comfort foods?
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<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Fried pork cutlets with/without cheese
<br />The "cheese pork cutlets" are the ones on the right side and the "normal" pork cutlets are the ones on the left. Um. Actually, I forgot. I made this dish all by myself. I mean how hard can dipping pieces of pork into beaten egg, flour and breadcrumbs be right? Wrong. The deep frying part was tricky because the oil and to be at the right temperature and I had to "know" when it was done. It was not too bad but not great because it was done by yours truly. It would have been ten times better if my Mom did it herself. Really.
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<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">燒肉</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">(Shao rou)/ Barbequed Pork meat
<br />This is my absolute favourite! I can never get sick of this I swear! My maternal grandma made this with her broiler and having eaten numerous pieces of it at lunch, I could still stomach another ten pieces at dinner. My Mom begged (ok, asked) my grandma to cut her a portion so that she could cook one dish less and I really do not mind, it is soooo good. To be honest, I like it wayyyy more than those sold in the stores. Man. I feel like eating those right now
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<br /></a>chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-21823026283911697622010-03-13T23:18:00.014+08:002010-03-22T19:11:27.193+08:00Q is for Quiche<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaHk_qDCdHs3bCCeYJAHJ2k59q327b2TZeR2XdDXQoqFXu18in1qgwhIDT5fdJaPN6H_QPCBv-H1l0ec72uRGc-1JGqsRE_glw4pL1KdcWprPtCtRXD1WBrviajhUR2BDAhqVGPEHEEE/s1600-h/q3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448141311998502018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaHk_qDCdHs3bCCeYJAHJ2k59q327b2TZeR2XdDXQoqFXu18in1qgwhIDT5fdJaPN6H_QPCBv-H1l0ec72uRGc-1JGqsRE_glw4pL1KdcWprPtCtRXD1WBrviajhUR2BDAhqVGPEHEEE/s400/q3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />E is for <a href="http://www.etch-a-sketch.com/">Etch-A-Sketch</a>.<br />Yes. This post is dedicated to Chah.<br /><br />This quiche was made for her for our lunch date in school which never happened. She was suppose to bring her E and I my Q but the sleep monster captured her whole and ate her alive. Really. My friends were all blatantly happy about her fate though because they got to eat extra slices while others that did not have a slice were happy they got one.<br /><br />We usually eat quiche on Fridays because my Mom is too lazy to whip up a full ten-course meal for dinner. We get sushi and fried rice more often though because there is always the danger of my Dad coming home for dinner (which he usually does not on Fridays) and he does not think anything besides rice qualifies as proper food. My Mom usually makes the quiche although increasingly, I have been tasked the task of making it because well, like I said, she gets lazy on Fridays and besides I definitely can bake better than I cook or roll sushi.<br /><br />Quiche is really quite easy to make that if I ever become a Mom and I got lazy on Fridays, this is what you get kiddos! I mean you just<br />1.Whip up some shortcrust pastry<br />2. Stir together cream, eggs,a dash of pepper and salt and just a bit of milk<br />3. Stir-fry some spinach and ham with onions<br />4. Press your pastry dough onto a fluted pie pan.<br />5. Poke the bottom with a fork.<br />6. Add 3 and pour 2 into the pan.<br />7. Sprinkle some black pepper over the top and bake. and Voila! Dinner/Lunch/Tea-time snack/Breakfast/Picnic food/BfGf bait/you get the idea.chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-80157794163225827172010-03-07T03:31:00.008+08:002010-03-09T03:11:24.983+08:00Yes, I do.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0pIGBOpuzmYqLq6a1qqOdW6QHM7KgE8mdFbgTK4DLOd5RNaRhNi_3_qCK1Ti5ONpl6fPhzLICzHnKuGRCQFFHFZeK3EbUjZaEVdL6Uo8DnynJ8eyrXD4AxRsZIrwswbEzK7aOqZjc5cE/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0pIGBOpuzmYqLq6a1qqOdW6QHM7KgE8mdFbgTK4DLOd5RNaRhNi_3_qCK1Ti5ONpl6fPhzLICzHnKuGRCQFFHFZeK3EbUjZaEVdL6Uo8DnynJ8eyrXD4AxRsZIrwswbEzK7aOqZjc5cE/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445606367578408178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBD_XIqBgO_ImEU6Xe056MsgWBMWFlKEdj0lzEDz9gB3qeudHf3eea5seRfDxYgnpBekL6waB2Cx7ui4PTslJWrSlSZLzy16S7qujyPkUf-Ne1r0TBXqxSyI5h5sd_YpU3nrOFAvOmtI/s1600-h/4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBD_XIqBgO_ImEU6Xe056MsgWBMWFlKEdj0lzEDz9gB3qeudHf3eea5seRfDxYgnpBekL6waB2Cx7ui4PTslJWrSlSZLzy16S7qujyPkUf-Ne1r0TBXqxSyI5h5sd_YpU3nrOFAvOmtI/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445607971295871314" border="0" /></a>chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-79339078916554180192010-03-07T03:09:00.004+08:002010-03-07T03:43:01.729+08:00Some business<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5ZM1yj7zp5IfHCPy6QvoHIDsToD98C6M8Trz5KR3JUG4_Zf9frj9WG8l6tiTImCEWHkfUuo2ZCM4m7l6_gzqIWZLAfhq-weFSj7m5oWA1saBjvONwPe5inJri6l1nLIMNVUjeDfjFuw/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5ZM1yj7zp5IfHCPy6QvoHIDsToD98C6M8Trz5KR3JUG4_Zf9frj9WG8l6tiTImCEWHkfUuo2ZCM4m7l6_gzqIWZLAfhq-weFSj7m5oWA1saBjvONwPe5inJri6l1nLIMNVUjeDfjFuw/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445601154931141090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpJ36zXGcImcBj_xoechfMkBSf4HKAbQE2R22yilXGirWa2KDCy5CDapWPhIl2xRGTUfHovOd1NyVLXGRMwy8ew9YypOMyyr1eyy9L75iK_1dBMUA4Sc0jZaVMySLFYne6R7WBu3Evks/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpJ36zXGcImcBj_xoechfMkBSf4HKAbQE2R22yilXGirWa2KDCy5CDapWPhIl2xRGTUfHovOd1NyVLXGRMwy8ew9YypOMyyr1eyy9L75iK_1dBMUA4Sc0jZaVMySLFYne6R7WBu3Evks/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445602806664350610" border="0" /></a><br />No. I am not opening a business of any sort. (Although, I do take commissioned orders.)<br />Yes. I designed it (all by myself).<br />No. It is not for fun. (It was fun designing it though)<br />Yes. It is for tomorrow's fashion show. (Say what?)<br />No. I am not the caterer for the show. (Double boo!)<br />Yes. I am modelling. (I know right?)<br />No. I am not tall. (Sigh.)<br />Yes. It is for a good cause. (Please come!)<br />No. It is not invitation only. (Please come!)<br />Yes. I would love to meet you! (Please come!)<br /><br />P.S<br />No. You better not steal my pictures. (Nothing will happen but someday... you will know.)<br />Yes. You can credit me if you use them. (Thank you for sharing the love!)chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5957147963390473362.post-83007465753797992852010-03-01T02:24:00.003+08:002010-03-01T02:54:00.812+08:00Where are you?I miss you, I really miss you, so would you please come back?<br />I know you had to leave but I need you back.<br />Demons are haunting me and they tug and drag.<br />They tug and drag me into the deep dark depths.<br />I need you to hurry.<br />I need you to come back.<br />Come back my sunshine.<br />Come back.<span class="UIStory_Message"><br />There is nothing exactly wrong but everything is not right.<br />So please, bring along <a href="http://simplemornings.blogspot.com/2010/02/absolute-laughter.html">laughter</a> and all things good so that we can dance all night.<br /><br /></span>chocolatecuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328032124122008281noreply@blogger.com1