Day: March 4, 2005

Friday. Yay.

I woke up this morning in time for Jamie Oliver’s cooking show and I got bitten by the baking bug. He was giving out this really simple chewy chocolate cake recipe and coincidentally, I have most of the ingredients needed. So, I baked a cake.

Twins.

Cake got the better of me even before I managed to snap a photo of it.

There are two because I didn’t want the cake to be too thick. Anyway, I think it’s pretty good, cause I already ate half of cake number one. I just had a piece from the fridge, oh my gawd the texture tasted like brownie, solid but chewy. Yum…

In case you like to know the recipe :

  • 200g of sugar and 200g of butter beaten till creamy.
  • Add 200gm of self-raising flour and beat again (I used ordinary flour and 2 teaspoon of baking powder).
  • Fold in 3 eggs.
  • Dissolve a couple of tablespoons of cocoa powder with water and add into the batter. (I used melted cooking chocolate instead).
  • Fold in almond flakes (which I didn’t) and chocolate chunks (which I did).
  • Pour into pan and bake for 20 mins at 180 degree celcius.

Thought I was going to bring the other one for the gang. Turned out Jaime’s celebrating her birthday in Bangsar tonight so I’m bringing the cake there instead.

I’ve opened a Multiply account. Go check it out :D

Who’s going to Zoukfest tomorrow? I am. Lets party!!!!!!!!!!!!

I nicked too much chocolate batter and ate too much chocolate cakes. ARGH. Gonna go workout now. Peace.

Getting it off my chest.

I’m supposed to be freaking out over my papers now, but as usual I can’t help but be permeated by insignificant thoughts. So, brace yourself, boring post ahead. Kim needs to do some regurgitating.

Kids who try to be all sophisticated and mature. I can’t stand them. Why? Cause I can see right through them and I have their psyche at the tip of my finger. I confess, I was one of those kids, I dressed up like a 40 yr when I was barely 16 (actually I still kinda do, but at least it’s no more on purpose). Took a bus to Coffeebean so I could sip fumigated coffee while flipping through imported magazines that I couldn’t afford. Spoke with flawless grammar and gave every word a thought before I uttered it. Read business journals eventhough I didn’t know fuck.


Circa 1999. I still had puppy fat, omg!

It was nice for a while, until it hit me. That whatever I do, I would never be able to match up to people who have truly experienced life. That my life’s turning into a chore. I realised that despite the apparent attention bestowed, they could see right through me as how I can see right through them kids now. It was a revelation. I made a silent vow to rekindle friendships and experience things that I’ve missed out on. And I haven’t been happier since.

Then there are those who are hopeless backstabbers and gossipmongers. Not to forget, the ones suffering from inferiority complex so severe that they can’t help but to bad mouth others in order to redeem themselves. Sometimes, I’m glad I’ve had encountered those people. For without them, today I wouldn’t be able to sniff any out and keep my distance.

Oh, and I definitely can’t tolerate people who can’t take a bloody joke. Like please, I’m not even cussing your parents! I thought I’ve seen the zenith, but imagine my horror when I encountered a supposedly smart person who got all worked up over a monkey joke. I pondered it over and I figured it’s probably due to jealousy. That I’m smart and pretty vs she, smart and ugly. ROTFLOL. Before you judge me, that was a joke :)

Humility goes a long way, even if you fake it.
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