Durian Cheesecake from Secret Recipe

Finally! I got it up! I share this with Hemlatha, Cheng Yi, Wei Seen, Shi Yee, Ming Thing, Gaa Mun, Sheena, Tan Leng, and Yi Ting. Lots of smelly love guys!

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This was my dad's cake. He ate it before I could scream "STOP!!!"

This is my box and inside lies the durian cheesecake!



As promised Hemlatha, this is for you!

  I have no idea why, blogger tells me my durian cheesecake picture has 'SECURITY PROBLEMS'.

The Forgotten Name

  'Your results are really good.'

  This Wednesday, the long awaited SPM results finally came. I went to school at 10 in the morning, sent by my anxious father. Dad couldn't wait any longer and went to work when Gaa Mun told me the results were not in school. So, I waited outside the school for an hour.

  During that hour, I took pictures of others. I should delete most of the pictures. REALLY.

  Meeting up with old friends and classmates wasn't a good idea seeing how everybody have changed to become so fab and I remain the same. Oh yes, they dye their hair, wear really fab clothes and look like superstars.(Sheena looked like the First Lady when she got out of car.) I still look like a sweeper from some infamous cleaning agency.=((

  I felt self-conscious. The fact that I looked horrible in every picture didn't help either.

  I don't why but the wait outside didn't make me nervous or anything..it was neutral. No feelings. NOT even butterflies in my stomach. Mostly, I felt empty.

  We finally were allowed to go in and a not-to-be-missed spot-check by the most despicable teacher had to be done. She was probably afraid students would come in bikinis. I wonder why they didn't. I was covered pretty well, so she didn't even glance at me.

  I got 9A's and 1B. The evil B is for Mandarin. I love Mandarin it's just that Mandarin hates me I guess.

  Cheng Yi called me before I could even call Mom. She got all A's. Next, I called Hemlatha after calling Mom and Dad. Dad was in a meeting so he didn't really answer well. Mom went like "Owwhh" for Mandarin.

  All the others before me got straight A's and a few cried tears of joy clutching the result slip dearly. I was the first to break the A record with a B. =( I got my results and I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I didn't feel anything. I don't know why the hell they cry. Why didn't I feel happy? WHY?

  Most of my class got straight A's. A mixture of A+ and A. My teacher forgot my name. So did a few of my classmates I believe. All the straight A's were interviewed by the school magazine. Sheena and Gaa Mun were thrilled to the max to be interviewed. I couldn't be interviewed. I had a B. BBBBBBBBBBBBBB............................................. Gaa Mun even told me she will tell me what they asked her with a big smile and I didn't need to worry about it. She might as well have made a pig face.

  I hung around and looked at happy faces and crying faces and make-up faces... A girl cried because she got the results like me. All A's except Chinese. Tan Leng took her results and ran back home without even telling me.=(

  I was waiting for Sheena and Gaa Mun to finish their interview but went back as I told my boss I would go back to work right after taking my results. I walked back, feeling more alone than ever despite having crowd and cheers all around me. The sun was up and it was hot but I felt cold inside.

  I went back to work and everyone was excited about my results. They went like it's really good! They were excited and wanted to know what my future plans were.

  I went home and found out something which made me feel worst. As if I wasn't feeling rotten enough.

  My parents were utterly disappointed with my results. They were holding high hopes that I will get 9A+, I didn't. All hopes were gone. In their eyes, I was a goner.

  They think I don't know what's playing in their mind, but it's super-obvious. They are really disappointed. They can't help drooling over those with 10A+ and 9A+.

  Yeah, so I'm stupid for not getting straight A+.

  I cried on that day I got my results, cried myself to sleep last night, and might just cry again tonight. Well, what happens when the good isn't the best?

Raining on cars

My future job? Kicking ass

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Agar-agar with brown sugar and coconut milk

Green Bean Soup

  Green bean soup with coconut milk and lumps of flour(flour,cornflour and condensed milk). It's really tasty. Sugar added with delight.

Dessert




Chee Cheong Fun with sesame

 


Curry sauce to add on. There was no more sweet sauce so dad didn't eat it. To him, only sweet sauce goes well. The curry was somehow far from tasty. Really MSG type.

 


So this is glutinous rice soup.

 


This is mango and Cin ciao dessert soaked in evaporated milk and brown sugar. The picture in the menu showed a big piece of mango and looked so delicious. When it came, obviously we were cheated.

  I don't know if I spelt it wrong or what. =) It's Okay. So, I went to this shop whose name I can't remember on a Saturday or Sunday. I made my lovely crackers yesterday. Can't wait to post them.

I killed my driver

I killed my driver and now he is lying in a pool of blood. He vomited all his internal organs-WAIT! That thing is his brain? It's expired! I don't know if I should call 911 or just find him a burial plot.

  Well, it's pure exaggeration if he is physically dead. He is mentally dead. At the begining, he was really excited. Then, he said "headache" repeatedly and sang sad songs as I fumbled with the wheel trying to get him knocked out of the car. He was totally fed up and frustrated.

  My problem? I could not control the steering wheel. The car went from left to right, dancing to Lady Gaga's "Born This Way". I kept going to the next lane, killing my driver's patience. He was nothing to be proud of either, he said he was too tired and refused to be professional.

  He drove me home telling me normally his students would drive after the first class. I was the only one he had to drive home. He told me I was a slow learner and needed 20-30 hours of learning compared to a normal 10 hours. WOW! He repeatedly told me I was not stupid, just slow. JUST SLOW. WOW! Then, he thought he hurt my feelings and told me sympathetically I might have other talents. WOW! He told me if he ever sat next to me with me driving both of us will be lying in hospital.

  Fantastic, I'm a total failure at driving. What's next? Maybe I should protest on the streets like this.

 

  PS: I've decided to send him to a hospital so that doctors and surgeons can stuff and seal his internal organs back into his body. Hopefully, they will give him a new brain. Then, I'll drive him back so that he can lie permanently in the hospital.

Being fat is a crime

  The gym just called my mom. We stopped but we did not fill up the 'I-am-so-over-this' form so some crabby guy called to know why the hell we weren't paying our money.

  Yes, being fat is illegal. It means you are an alien and 'BEWARE' is stuck on your forehead, illuminating 24-7 in your life. It means food is your best friend and your worst enemy. It means people around you who know or don't know you thinks you stuff yourself 3 meals a day in your pathetic life with fast food.

  I flip through pages in newspapers and magazines and feel the world hates me. The first ad? "Have you discovered a safe and effective way to rid unsightly hair?" "Your ideal body line-now even easier to achieve than ever." "become whiter than white". Screw you. Screw the world.

  I'm hairy. I make the world faint in a bikini exposing my fat midriff and elephant thighs. Most importantly, I'm brown. Not chocolate brown, more like roasted chicken brown. I'm everything perfect people will have to disagree. Send me to approved school already!

  For as long as I can remember, I have had the toughest time in my life finding clothes. Clothes sold out there were always too small for me and clothes of larger sizes were branded and expensive. It'd kinda weird to look into the mirror and see a blob of fat. No muscles, tissue or anything. Just a large blob of fat rolling around when I move. The trainer at the gym thought I had KFC, Pizza Hut and MCD 3 meals a day everyday and repeatedly asked me when I told her no as if I was lying to her. You see, being fat is more than illegal.

  I don't use make-up. It makes me feel uncomfortable.

  So, I'm suppose to freaking lose weight to wear nice clothes and be normal for a bit.

Sunbathing Curry-puffs!

Okay, so for days and nights I have been traumatising Hemlatha and Cheng Yi with my never ending curry puffs addiction. =)



Curry puffs sunbathing in my oven. Really sexy.





I got them burned. They need hospital now.



Smiley one for Hemlatha and Cheng Yi and Wei Seen!



One curry puff got hot and took off it's clothes to reveal nasty potatoes.

   Talk about dieting and getting Megan Fox's body. >.<

To be hanged, drawn, and quartered

  That's right.

  I feel totally dead inside. Like some tornado had sucked the life out of me. I guess that is how it feels to work with kids when you just cannot handle them.

  Okay, I had a jolly good time picking my nose just now! XD

  Wait-back to the kids.

  Okay, first, I don't like the job. I don't adore children and go like 'Awwwwh! So cute!' I go more like 'Do not come near me, you are super-gross!' A boy sneezed right on my hand today. A boy hugged my thigh. A girl threatened to not buy anything for me when I told her to keep quiet. And then, there is the crying part. They go 'wewewe'. I just wish they all sat down and listened to me. They don't, seeing me in desperation-depression-out-of-control-full-of-misery apparently makes them happy.

  I have to prepare homework for them like no tomorrow. And, I feel cheated. When I first joined, I was told to be the Assistant Teacher. Not the MAIN teacher! I'm given assistant teacher salary which is so low compared to the main teacher salary! I took a day off to attend a wedding and they cut RM17 from my salary! Can you smell the evilness already?

  I totally feel depressed again for what I did. I thought of getting Hem and nut together but then realised that even if nut really like her, she was too good for him. She deserves someone better. Far better than nut.

  PS: Did I mention my only red pen and lovely plastic ruler got stolen by the children?

Corn Pudding

Okay, so I made corn custard. Corn pudding actually. Yippy! I made baked curry puffs yesterday and ate 8 of them! Too bad I took no pictures!

I was happy

  No, actually I'm feeling really broken.

  Can't tell you why.

  Back to my new life. Yes, the day I left school I started a new life. After quitting bakery job, I found myself a job at a nearby kindergarten. I still remember some no-brain told me working with kids were fun. NOT TRUE AT ALL!

  Let's talk about today. I woke up late and went to work at 7.30am knowing very well in my sane mind work started at 7.30am. I reached there at 7.40-7.45am and wrote in the long book at the counter 7.35am. Cool yeah? I put this big smile on my face and swaggered to my classroom. No time to do anything, I ran down to the playground.

  I don't like standing next to any adults when I'm working. Why? Because I don't bathe and go to work and smell like a 100 day old rotting socks.

  I simply cannot control children. More like they control me. My classroom is a complete mess. The kids take advantage of me.

  I had sore throat today to add on my misery.

  I was feeling sad. And depressed.

  One boy in my class got his tooth knocked out, so I was tooth fairy today.

  One boy cried non-stop just to play with toys.

  One boy hugged me when I threatened to steal his food. (I don't eat kids food)

  Kids are...cherubic.

  Now, the most hated part. Before going home, I have to send children home. This includes sending them into their cars, opening car doors and saying bye to parents.

  Life kind of sucks right now.