Gourmet Punk

So while I was walking home from church, having spent an entire afternoon revising freakin SS, my dad was like 'oh my friend passed me this ratatouille recipe and we actually have the ingredients already hinthint' in between sips of jia jia liang teh, and my mum looked at me and, well, you know.




Okay, my presentation is nowhere as nice as Rémy's. I don't really like ratatouille, but I hope the flavour of the tomatoes will start to come out after a night in the refrigerator.

I'm now off to sell my soul to physics! :(

Even though she's like in Korea now and dancing her heart out, I just want to wish Elizabeth a very very happy fabulous meaningful memorable satisfying awesome fun exciting 17th birthday!!

I don't usually do dedications in my blog, but I'll do one anyway! Why?

Because she's more than a friend/senior to me. And that's why I have her listed in my phone as Grandma (even though technically the number's probably invalid): ever since knowing her in Sec 2, I've grown so much. Especially when we had that argument about the hypersensitivity/insensitivity thing, and how she handles things in a godly and non-subjective way. And how she and Ruimin looked at my scrapbook and went 'Wow' and perhaps that was one of the first times people ever saw it, other than my sister, and commented about how I should be taking art in Sec 3, etc.

And she dragged me along to meet Esther from yfc for the first time after homecoming day 2006, where I started to become more aware of my faith and about being a Christian. How I was encouraged despite being the jerk sec 2 kid that I was. And of course, watching them mug in the mornings, and reading A math textbooks wondering aloud how fun it would be and she'll be like, are you mad? and I'll be all No I'm not and she'll give that look of bewilderment and half-amusement.

And I remember crying in the train because I was sick and confused and stuck in Tampines knowing nothing about what to do next, and she helped me to get to the bus stop to take a bus home. And one year ago, I was baking peanut butter cookies that went rather strange and gooey but she still appreciated them anyway.

So she's been a grandma to me in many ways. And to, oh my goodness, prevent it from sounding like a eulogy, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELIZABETH! I hope and pray that God will continue to direct your paths, be it dancing or studying mass com. 17 is like, such an exciting age. (Cos you can read Seventeen magazine and not appear pretentious. Ha-ha, I know that's really corny. -.- )

So I had a few slip-ups yesterday.

"Let's now give a round of applause for our um-disting-um-guests to the um front of the stage to light up the Xinmin um word... um formation... darn."

But my sister reassured me that no one was really listening anyway.

But who listens? After the funeral, we tried looking for a place at the Bishan library to study but to our dismay, and contempt, Café Galilee, staying true to the busy-entrepot-trade imagery of its name, was brimming with students who think that studying while sipping a frappe in one hand is oh-so-chic. So, begrudgingly, I paid for my library fines with my cashcard but the evil machine "placed for my convenience" spat my card out and accused me of not using a valid cashcard. Having rarely been insulted by machines, I glared at it while it processed my fines after it finally accepted my ez-link card bearing my drug-pusher mugshot.

We turned back to eat at yoshinoya and ordered our food, though not before making sure it wasn't playing whiney emo punk. And then, while we were talking about the merits of yoshinoya's wasabi mayo, Fall Out Boy started playing on the radio. The boy wearing pmk sitting next to us decided it was an opportune time to play us a song by Simple Plan on his phone as well. We cast murderous glances back, and I went back to doing the Physics Workout book, until the angst-filled strains of Patrick Stump and Pierre Bouvier's voices formed a duet in my head that threatened to squeeze out any last drop of sanity left in me.

So now, as the scorching sun continues to shine down as if mocking us, my sister's doing a sketch of a girl burning her barbie dolls and smirking for art exam, and I'm waiting for my parents to return home with chicken pie from sunshine plaza, and I've just realized it's Saturday.

Haha! I'm at Xinyu's house now blogging while waiting for 5.30 to come so that we can return to school to go start the rehearsal for the Mid-Autumn festival celebrations (and I'm trying to to type this with a missing "L" key on the keyboard)

And she has these three really cute dogs, and one of them regularly goes to my feet to sniff at intervals of about 10 minutes. -.-

So anyway, there's this very re lie atmosphere in the hall which is so cool.

And my goodness Jay Chou's like totally everywhere in my day today. How somewhat disturbing this all is.

1 2 3 4

Yay. I now owe the library $1.80, having just discovered a magazine that I borrowed and forgot about for at least a month. I didn't like that magazine.

Old meme

I have decided to resurrect a meme from a year ago, maybe 'cuz I like it that much? Heh.
The ones worth listening to are in bold! They come with preeeetty little Youtube videos.

Open your Music, and hit Shuffle, and write the artist and the title of the song, next to each question.

Soundtrack of your life

Opening Credits: Know-How - Kings Of Convenience
Waking Up Scene: Saint Simon - The Shins
Car Driving Scene: Wood Cabin - Saint Etienne
High School Flashback Scene: The Birdman of EC1 - Saint Etienne
Nostalgic Scene: Coming Toward - David Crowder Band
Bitter, Angry Scene: America - Simon and Garfunkel



Break-up Scene: Wake Up - Hilary Duff (like, seriously?)
Agony scene: Shut up - Simple Plan
Regret Scene: Sometimes - Britney Spears
Nightclub/Bar Scene: Voice - Composed by Toru Takemitsu, performed by Auréle Nicolet
Fight/Action Scene: Kneel Before Your God - Lemon Jelly
Lawn Mowing Scene: Alpha Beta Gaga - Air
Sad, breakdown scene: Crooked Teeth - Deathcab For Cutie



Death Scene: Le Piege De Meduse - Composed by Erik Satie, performed by Aldo Ciccolini
Funeral Scene: Voulez Vous - Arling & Cameron
Mellow Scene: By Your Side - CocoRosie



Dreaming About Someone Scene: Can Can from 'Orpheus In the Underworld' (huh??)
Contemplation Scene: Born To Try - Delta Goodrem
Chase Scene: Dear Mr. And Mrs. Troublemaker - All Girl Summer Fun Band
Happy Love Scene: Wonder (If She'll Get It) - Superchick
Happy Friend Scene: Time To Say Goodbye - Sarah Brightman
Closing Credits: Percolator - Stereolab

Ok. I must admit that half the songs here are obscure enough to only be known by my sister.

I'm all new, baby.

I'm dizzy from studying Congruency and Similarity, but it's okay since my grandfather bought a 1/2 pound bar of Hershey's Symphony chocolate which is Oh So Creamy~ and I'm filled with endorphines right now. And probably even more Evil made up of hydrocarbons later, gah.

So anyway, in a desperate attempt to escape from my flexible curve in order to prevent myself from using it to form a noose and thus hanging myself out of sheer ennui, (and also to mention how cheesed-off I am about smart alecky stories in the English As It Is Broken section in the Lifestyle section of the Sunday papers), there's this song that my sister and I are hopelessly addicted to right now.

It's by The Brunettes and it's called Her Hairagami Set


I really like the puppets in the video. They are so eerily lifelike, in a creepy-good kinda way.


angel from heaven with her hairagami set
hair kisses 'n' hair architecture augment a beautiful brunette


I can't stand the English As It Is Broken section! The people in the photograph all remind me of pretentious young literature trainee teachers who speak with a faux accent and wear argyle with primary colours to look funky. Urgh.

And it seems as though there's an extra cause for concern over the lockers-books-and-how-are-you-going-to-study-if-you-leave-your-books-in-school-I'm-not-going-to-explain-to-your-parents-anymore issue this year. Just so that people may know, my school bag is already morbidly obese and I am now in constant danger of doing an accidental backflip down the stairs resulting in my tragic paralysis/death before the exams.

Takada

Toshiki, Esther, and I.

I miss running around school conversing in sign language, staying up late to mug with the rest of scholars who went for the program, and walking around Ikea in a desperate search for lovely gifts. I also miss playing with Yan's boyfriend/baby.


He's a camera -.-

I miss my Daim Cake

Bought and ate this when I went to Ikea with Lay Hout and Marcus three tiring weeks ago during the Japan exchange trip.


Gosh, how I loved it. It's crunchy, chocolatey and crackly on the outside, with a sort of praline middle layer and then a deliciously crumbly carrot-cake-esque texture in the centre. The sushi I had today for afternoon tea after starving during recess and lunch was more orgasmic though, but that's another story.

If you could tilt your head to the side, you can see Marcus in the distance.

Lay Hout was like, "Am I in heaven?"

Farewell

Mrs Ho has left for greener pastures, the ubiquitous tai-tai life of her role as Wife of Studying Husband, and years of serenity amidst the evergreens, bunnies, idyllic brick cottages and whatnot. Of course, there was the farewell dinner that turned Japanese after a few minutes of planning.







Um.