Domesticated Goddess who is Not Very Happy

Ok, so for the past 3 days I have been a Cinderella in my own home.

It is not fun I tell you.

Because you do not have a kind-hearted and obliging Cinderella with big dreams, but one Bad-Tempered Debble, The Cinderella; whose temper is practically covered with smoldering cinders.

And Dad, No house is EVER manageable WITHOUT the need of a maid.

My entire 3 days is practically spent in the kitchen, starting the stupid stove which just won't start every now and then, chopping, washing, rinsing, and more washing every day.

Hence, I have boiled 2 pots [and I really mean HUGE POTS] of barley which can last us for... a week?? There are only the 3 of us at home. But no, we have to finish a pot in 2 days.

And I have to rinse, boil, heat, re-heat and put it in some place where the despicably irritating ants cannot reach even if they can swim.

So, I learnt how to boil barley. Which is a good thing but not if you have to do it EVERYDAY. And when you are practically demanded and ordered around like a waitress [and I am unpaid] fetching cups and bowls of barley up and down the house every now and then.

And, I had to cook dinner for 2 days. Cooking isn't bad. But it is the chopping and the cracking of the head on what to cook and the preparation that gets your blood boiling that the vegetables can cook in your hands.

My estimation is kinda bad. My dad said that my serving is American serving; which means a bowl for two. Well, Dad, at least you don't have to start grumbling about how the hawker people cut-short customers in their ingredients.

Mine can fill your stomach's content until it S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-S.

I decided to cook spaghetti on day 1 only to find that both freezers do not have a single drop of spaghetti sauce left. I am left with a 3/4 bottle of Maggi tomato sauce and a 1/3 bottle of Maggi chili sauce. The tom yam paste is as good as finished. Not forgetting that we have ran out of cheese.

And I cracked my own spaghetti sauce out of two Maggi bottles, with lotsa button mushrooms [normal mushrooms have ran out as well], onions, garlics, ginger,some carrot and celery. Oh, and beef too. Nope, there was no green pepper, olive oil, thymes or basil. So, the sauce is not very fragrant unfortunately. Nope, the garlic smell didn't overrule the sauce smell either.

I will say that the sauce is a little too tomato-ey for my liking. But the tomato-loving Dad loved the spaghetti. I think it's probably the awesome spaghetti that I am pro in cooking. Yes, when we cook, my sis cooks the sauce when there is the ready-made spaghetti sauce and I cook the spaghetti [I mean the noodles].

And... ehheh... I managed to make the sauce taste almost like the spaghetti sauce and not like the ketchup bottle sauce. Thanks to the two spoons of kicap [from marinating the beef] and the HUGE pinch of salt that I added.

Oh, and mind I tell you that cincang-ing the beef meat is not at all easy?? I tell you, sometimes, I just feel like picking that slab of meet and smashing it against the window. Oh, and we do not have any butcher's knife. The big one?? Uh uh.

My parents say that we do not have a use for it.

Well, I do now. To chop up that bloody slab of meat!!!

And if I don't cincang that slab of leather, we'll be tearing our poor teeth out of our gums in trying to chew that piece of leather. That cow of a butcher cheated my mom.

Oh, by the way, I had to cincang beef for two days. Because on the 2nd day of cooking adventure, no, the refrigerator was NOT restocked. All I had was a drawer FULL of vegetables and 2 more slabs of beef.

So, the 2nd day, I decided to cook beef noodle. Ok, it ended up as beef noodles. I wanted to just cook the Korean Ramee with lotsa ingredients but it ended up tasting as beef noodles.

Heheh. Because I followed my stomach.

Debble LOVES carrot soup with onions.

And so, Debble cried furiously while chopping the onions and got bored chopping the endless amounts of carrots. Not forgetting the impossible skinning of the ginger.

And I boiled those 3 things!!! Boiled and boiled and boiled until the cute little pot gave two hoots of steam shooting out of its "nostrils" while Debble's own nostrils were flaring while chopping up the remaining vegetables and beef.

And I dumped everything in after that. The Ramen, its ingredients and whatever vegetables I managed to chop up. And voila!! Beef noodles!!! [Me LOVED the soup!!!]

Yes, I am quite pleased with the beef noodles.

Thank God my aunt came to the rescue today by bringing a HUGE pot of fish porridge [which I ended up stomaching most of its contents]. Hence, I am ALLERGIC to fish porridge now. Just finished the last bowl while I am typing this post.

I tell you, my mom is NOT an easy patient at all. Dad was easier. Because all he had to do is gurgle his mouth with salt water and stuff two rolled-up tissues up his nostrils.

Mom on the other hand is complaining of her temperature, the headache, the nausea and the lack of energy to walk.

Haiyorr... gave her all the remedies from the experience that I had not so long ago but she just wouldn't take it. She didn't eat for the whole day during the 1st day and almost nothing as well during the next day. She only drank, ate and vomited barley.

Thank goodness she has stopped vomiting or I'll hang up all cooking utensils and go on a strike.

To all patients out there, you should be VERY THANKFUL that my ambition is not to be a nurse.

Because, I will not only be a spanking nurse, but an ill-tempered spanking nurse who will make dirty old men cry and be forever faithful to their wives while paedophiles will instantly get rehabilitation and beg for mercy. Probably get religious too.

Oh, not missing out the sweeping, the mopping and the laundry to be done.

I practically didn't sit at all for the entire day except when I go to the loo or whatever short time I had for meals.

Yup, what a lucrative way of spending my time after being free from A Levels.

p/s: The above drama has been dramatised with a slab of anger just for laughs. Nope, I wasn't angry but I was only glad to help and that I am not sick as well so that I can take care of my parents. Aww, sweet, but I really have to because we're flying off next Wednesday. Ok, not only because of that but because I love my mommy a lot!!! Well, my mom was really thankful and kept on chanting the phrase "Thank God I gave birth to daughters instead of sons".

Ok, the picture of the 2 meals that I managed to set up.



The Spaghetti

















The Beef Noodles

A Bad Day with A Bad Hair Day

Today, is totally shitty.

1. My phone is out of credit.
2. The stupid machine at Asia Cafe ate 3 bucks of mine. And I'm obliged to buy the reload there no matter what. Because my money is in there in the retarded account. And they don't give any change.
   
3. Mac Centre does not wanna sell me just the objective answers for Economics.
4. The Tom Yam stall is closed at AC
5. I am fined 14 bucks by the Library
6. I only have 14 bucks left this month. Went splurging big time yesterday at KLCC
7. My hair is uncontrollable.
8. I am stuck here in college until 11 am when my mom wakes up and decides to pick me up. [Not forgetting the customary wait of at least 30 minutes for her to arrive]

I even tried the desperate measure to get the answers from Othilia only to wake her from her beauty sleep. Thank God she was not an angry bitch picking up the phone.

Life is such a bitch. When will it be better??

I have to start on King Lear and Nun's Priest. Paper 7 too.

And this is when the cliche goes: "So much to do, so little time"

Yesterday was kinda frustrating as well.

Saw this AWESOME fuchsia Nike tennis shoes. It was absolutely beautiful. And there's a 10 % off!!

But they don't have my size. In the entire store, there is not a single shoe from Nike that has my size.

Talk about discrimination against people with unwanted long/big feet.

It's so unfair. My sister is almost the same height with me, slightly shorter, but she's only a size 6. And there's size for her for every gorgeous pair. Too bad she's still in London.

She is so lucky. She gets to go for Chris Tomlin's concert, go for a picnic, go shopping all over the place [There is an awesome sale for Topshop there now.] and go for the UN peace conference.

And I am stuck at home doing MCQs and I do it everywhere I go as well. I do MCQs even while I shop.

It was kinda awkward at the store there where I was buying my shoes. Because this guy from my church [whom I have never talked to but seem to know] is working there. He ignored me, I ignored him. And my dad just has to be the tremendous one to ask him for assistance.

Well, in the end, after walking the entire KLCC, I found 2 pairs of shoes. Almost got a sneakers from Everlast but failed.

I got a raspberry pink Nike shoes and another black Le Coq Sportif shoes. My mom can't stop laughing at my rooster shoes. It was so humiliating when she asked the counter fella if they give free rooster soft toys.

Almost didn't get to buy those shoes as well. The network line for credit card there was really bad. We had to pay cash in Madame Kwan's.

I don't like the new Isetan at KLCC. They don't have MNG there anymore. And the clothes there are not as good as before. And they shifted the shoes section down to the same floor with the ladies' department. The upper floor is strictly for perfumes, lots of handbags and with the exception of DKNY, BCBG Maxazria, LeSportSac and Ralph Lauren.

Oh, and there was a wire fuse in Isetan's top floor. 3 levels was covered with smoke.

Thank God my mom and I managed to drag my dad there. It was the last day of sales for most of the stores. Phew. [Breathes a word of thankfulness.]

I am broke from going to Kinokuniya. Bookshops are the easiest places to splurge I tell you. [For me at least] Sometimes, I just feel like getting a part-time job there and while I'm working there, read every single story book on the rack.

My sis encouraged me because I seem to have a knack for wrapping books. So maybe I can be a salesgirl wrapping books and when there are no customers, I sneak a book to read. If you were to see me there, please pretend that you don't know me. Thank you.

Isn't it funny that when we are in a situation, we seem to think that things are tremendously awful but when we actually sit down, reflect and think/type about it, it seems almost insignificant and trivial.

It's just another mundane human being's rambling about the boring routines of life. [Or at least mine]

Please, please let the nightmare of A Levels end FAST!!! I want my freedom so that I can chill out big time. [Even if it's with my mom.]

Until then, ~Ta~

The Rock in Your Head

Imagine the skin of a cow

Stretch it.

And with that skin surrounding an enclosed area, have rock music playing in it.

No, not rock 'n' roll.

I'm talking about Heavy Metal.

In fact, make it Pantera.

Yes, all the banging and thumping against the skin of the cow.

As the music rises, the temperature shoots up.

Stretching the limit of the skin even further.

That was what my head felt like.

I was having the worst headache of my life, with very high fever and gastric for the whole day.

It was no joke.

And I still had to think for the moot.

Which made the thumping in my head worst.

I'm so glad I don't have to pass up the bundles today.

I would like to say "Thank you" to those around me who were so understanding.

What "Little" Pleasures

What little pleasures of life
Which fades like a badly dyed red cloth immersed in water.

I drank Heineken yesterday.

And now I know why they say that Carlsberg sucks.

Heineken sends you to the seventh heaven.

It was glorious!!!

Love the after-taste of it!

And I woke up really groggy this morning.

And I was spacing-out when Nicholas and Mrs Ong were talking.

I'm sorry. I was seriously groggy.

But I promise to work hard. Tomorrow.

Because I really need to catch up with my sleep now from this series of nightmares that I get lately.

I'm supposed to sleep really well after that pint of beer.

But I get nightmares instead.

Ah, pleasures of life

Which only lasts at the moment you have a taste of it.

And after that, a foul-taste is left in your mouth.

~Women love deeply, men love silently. That's where the conflict arises.~

Happy and Not Happy

It's alive!!!!!

My laptop is now alive and even better!!!

It kicks ass now!

Reformatted the programme and it is now fine.

Tee hee.

You know what's worrying??

I can sit in front of the computer all day without moving just to repair it.

I can watch tv all day too!!

I can listen to my mom crap all day.

I can do anything all day... except STUDYING.

Damnations.

You know what's the ultimate sodding pisser??

PLANETSHAKERS WAS RIGHT THERE IN MY OWN CHURCH AND I DID NOT SODDING KNOW IT!!!

BLARGH!!!

It was the launch of this Alpha programme for the whole of Malaysia and it was done in my very own church. [I'm proud =D]

It was on Saturday at 7.00 pm and I only found out about it on Sunday 12 pm when the Director of the Programme [from UK and looks like Tony Blair] spoke during the adults service.

Why am I such a sodding dork to be attending the adult service and not my own college service??

Simple. No transport. No permission.

Why didn't JoSaw tell me??

Urgh!!!

Nevermind. It was packed with over 3000 people. I would be sardin had I been there and probably smelling everyone's BO while jumping.

Why do I resolute to acceptance so soon??

I do not know how more paradoxical I can get.

Ethereal Realistic Slap On The Face

I feel so stupid.

I was brooding and was really depressed with the fact that I probably might not be able to go to NUS because the fees are really expensive especially if you are an international student.

Only to find out that I calculated wrongly.

Stupid right??

All the emotions drained and wasted for naught.

And all the gorging to compensate for the depression for nothing.

Urgh.

And my mom later told me that if... IF I prove myself worthy to do Law, then she will come out with all the money that I need.

Hah. Thanks for telling me only AFTER my depressed state.

But I feel relieved now.

But I still do not have any mood to study.

And trials is just next week.

Yeah, a lot of you people will not believe that Debble is not studying.

Truth: Debble is not studying.

You might think that Debble is trying to cover up so as not to look so nerdy and hardworking or possibly try to act smart by scoring well and not studying...

YOU ARE WRONG.

I really am very unproductive.

And I'm finding the part of me which is overly hardworking and focused still.

What happened to that fella larr??

Went into hibernation and cannot be found??

WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP HARDWORKING DEBBLE!!!

p/s: I still want my sister's very wide range of vocabulary and her "elegant" style of writing. [minus the long-windedness of course]

You know what??

She scolded me for not reading the encyclopaedia when I was younger. She's a little bit of a psycho there.

Btw, if one does chambering in Singapore, one will get about RM4k instead of RM1.5-1.8k over here.

Ah... Debble, YOU NEED A HUGE SLAP ON YOUR FACE TO WAKE UP AND START STUDYING AND BE REALISTIC

Stop surfing the net for dream universities and study for now.

[and stop surfing for the latest up-coming movies. Btw, Daniel Henney will be acting in X-Men Origins : Wolverin] Something like that.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR INDIANA JONES!!!!! [Shia LaBeouf, HOTNESS!!]

She Thinks

She thinks that good, revolutionary changes are vitally essential.

She thinks that it is most immature for a person to harbour negative feelings towards another person just because of an academic misunderstanding.

She thinks that it is bad enough for an overweening rogue to think that every girl has the hots for him and is dying and drooling all over at his feet.

She personally hates a particular person because that earthling is everything an overweening rogue is.

Now, she knows that none can compare to a single soul saying:

"So, what do you think?? Is it not well done??"

That has just topped her list. [No hard feelings]

She thinks that her mother is furious with her because she has failed to wish her mother "Happy Birthday".

She thinks that her father will be waiting patiently for her at the Taylor's Business School to pick her home.

Her mom thinks that she only walked through a little rain just to get her two lil cakes for her birthday.

Or so she thinks.

She, has to walk through violent winds, thunderstorm, sprays of rain and puddles of water just to get two pathetic pieces of cake for her mother's birthday.

Her skirt is entirely soaked and she is practically having a mini skating-ring in her sandals. Water and leather-surfaced sandals are the worst combination for walking.

Her arms are wet. Her hair is madly tousled and wet from the sprays of rain caused by the unforgiving howling wind.

She thinks that she can fight against the wind; only to have the wind blow off her umbrella, leaving her temporarily "naked" under the sheets of rain; wetting her books, her file, her head, and the flowers made of paper by her helpful friend, Othilia.

She is in a desperate state.

Despite of the chill from the wind, she is sweating from the walkathon she is doing; from Starbucks to TBS to Secret Recipe and back to TBS.

She gets into the car only to be nagged by her father that she should get into the car by 5.30pm to avoid traffic jams.

She thinks that her father will help chip-in for all the stuff that she has bought for her mother.

Nope. It is all an illusional dream which will never materialise... not even in the thinnest of veil of mist.

She thinks that the suggestion of making a hand-made card by her friends is ingenius.

She thinks that her card is hideous. She thinks that she is making rushed-work a habit.

She thinks that she can finish her birthday card for her mother in 30 minutes. She is taking longer than she should.

She thinks that her mother is not going to be very happy this year.

She finds her mother giggling hysterically at the sight of the simple card.

She thinks that her spelling is very good. But she finds typing this post quite a challenge because her little, slightly heated-up forehead is all mixed up from the effing Chaucer's spelling.

She thinks that she might come up with a fever tomorrow. But her immune system is signalling positive signs that she will be as healthy as a cow.

That's right. She thinks. She ONLY thinks.

Not everything will go in the way that she thinks.

Get realistic.

But that does not mean that what she thinks is entirely negligible and is exclusively a pure, classic rubbish.

Wifi oh Wifi

I seem to be having lots of wifi woes lately.

Why ar??

It's so irritating!!!

My parents are hogging the dinosaur in the hall and also the streamyx. They don't even give me room to use the internet at all!!

They even have the cheek to msg me on MSN. Asking me stuff. If I'm on the dinosaur in the hall, this is what happens.

Dad: Debble, I neeed to send a report out. Haven't been doing the report the whole day.

Fine. It's important.

The next thing is, he is editing my sister's essays. Hence, no internet for another 3 hours.

After dad, mom takes over.

Mom: Debble, I need to talk to your sister regarding the pound and some other important stuff.

Fine. It's important again.

And after asking a few sentences, my mom starts kay-pohing about my sister and her housemates and her post-graduate mates. Urgh.

Which leaves me to my wifi and only my wifi.

And my parents wonder why/nag at me for couping myself up in the room.

Hello!!

I need the wifi to survive. I seriously do.

Speaking about the Internet and the websites that go with it, Ms Marguerite has an issue with posting the notes up early.

And I am so dreading drawing any more chickens or reading Tort.

If I can, I wanna eat and rip as many chickens that I can. I seriously hate drawing chickens!!! The sight of them makes me go mad.

I don't wanna do the Tort essay larr...

How lar how lar??

Why am I so lazy now???

What happened to the gung ho girl??

I cannot afford to go through the trauma that I had with AS Finals.

I. Need. To. Start. Working.

But. My. Brains. And. My. Heart. Are. Not. Cooperating.

Same thing as my wifi is not cooperating with me.

Sometimes, there is not a single wifi to connect to at all.

IRRITATING!!!

Wifi oh wifi, when will you treat me a little better?

Get A Life [Edited]

Some people seriously gotta learn how to get a life.

And getting a life does not mean:

1. Doing drugs
2. Screwing girls
3. Becoming a gay
4. Partying like Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan
5. Boozing everyday
6. Doing screamos everyday in some gig
7. Smoking weed
8. Living only for the sake of sports.
9. Go for clubbing every night and neglect wearing knickers
10. Driving at mad speed

It means knowing what your purpose in life is and going for it. Regardless of what people say. And no matter how difficult it is pursuing your dreams.

[Erhemm. It's just a word of thought. Don't shoot me down just yet.]

What do you get out of doing drugs??

Heath Ledger is way too young to die of sleeping pills overdose after being overworked. He is only 28. Imagine how many A Knight's Tale movie he can make some more.

Now, all that is left is his agent and machas getting all his money from the sales of his merchandises and probably his movies.

He gets nothing.

I'm sorry dude. You can't get a life anymore.

I am not a mourny fan who will wail, scream and go bullimic/anorexic just because some star died.

And I'm so not apologising for that.

I think I kinda like being the potong-steam person.