Happy 5th Birthday Nuffnang!

Yay! Nuffnang is celebrating its 5th birthday this Sunday at Neverland, KL. How time flies.

Congratulations to Timothy, Ming and all the nuffies. How proud you guys must be feeling :)

So what should Nuffnang stickman do on his 5th birthday?

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I think Nuffnang stickman should celebrate his birthday by wearing a bow tie and then go on a romantic date with a Nuffnang stickwoman.

I know he’s only 5 years old but you calculate stickman age like dog years, don’t you know? You multiply by 7, so he’s like 35 now already! About time to get some action :D

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NUFFNANG! :)

LIES ALL LIES!

Women who can look good while cooking. How do they do it?

While they chop, boil and whisk in clean feminine dresses, perfect posture with hair perfectly coiffed & nails perfectly manicured, I am trying to balance multiple beads of sweat on my flat Asian nose hoping they won’t fall into the damned batter.

Even when they are frazzled, they get frazzled so stylishly.

Cue, boyfriend’s shirt falling off the shoulders, revealing just enough.

Cue, single pearl of sweat, which only runs down one’s cleavage but nowhere else.

Cue, clean fingers pushing soft, voluminous hair away from delicate forehead.

HOW DO THEY DO IT? Is there a school that I could go to!?

# – Seriously?

When I cook, I wear the ugliest t-shirt I can get my hands on because I won’t feel bad if it gets soiled.

I do wear boyfriend’s husband’s t-shirts, but only because they’re free and loose and comfortable.

I tie my hair up because it’s warm though I wish it could look fashionable, it doesn’t.

I wear a hairnet so I won’t get poked in the eye by a stray strand while pouring hot liquid into a different bowl.

I wear a bandanna sometimes to prevent my sweat from contaminating the food.

Have I mentioned that I wear a hairnet?

# – A scene of horror. Pic from Huai Bin.

Please tell me I’m not alone -_-

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Gawd everytime I scroll down and see the kitchen picture above I freak myself out. So here’s one where I don’t freak myself out so much :P

Not so semi-significant anymore.

Sometimes I feel like if I took picture of every semi-significant thing I do I might actually miss out on a real, special moment.

Bad, bad, bad blogger!

Taking pictures is such a time-consuming activity, especially when you want to capture something properly. Maybe I should stop relying on my phone so much, it’s actually pretty useless as a camera and it’s putting me off from taking pictures :P

That said, here are some pictures taken by my phone of semi-significant moments which I have made significant because they have appeared on my blog:

# – G vs pink chair.

We were at this restaurant in SS2. I think G was mostly sitting in the air while trying to avoid breaking the tiny pink chair. The chairs were small even by my standard.

We’re avoiding the restaurant until they change the furniture. You don’t know how important it is to eat without worrying about falling on your ass with your mouth full, after breaking a chair until you’re on the verge of pulling one.

# – Breakfast.

Smoked salmon & omelette on toasts made by G for me. Just cause it was so tasty :)

# – I will break your face.

Got it while idling in a shopping mall waiting for Sherlock Holmes 2 to start. Movie was meh, ring’s awesome. I never really wore rings but since wearing a rock, I feel like my fingers are a little too bare. Weird but true.

Besides the aesthetics, I find the design incredibly practical should anyone try to nick my rock. Rest assure I will use it properly if it comes down.

# – The spaceship has landed.

Inherited this curious thing from my momsy. If you don’t know what it is, it’s an old school hair steamer. When I was young, I used to stick my entire head into it to steam my face. It’s nice.

Mom gave it to me in preparation for my wedding. She thinks I should steam my hair in cream and stuff to make it beautiful and shiny when I walk down the aisle. Thanks mom.

Just checked to see whether my entire head still fits inside. It does. Once again I am plagued by worries as to why my head hasn’t grown in size.