Yesterday was such a fun friend-filled day, that today feels like the poorest imitation of what a day should be like. No friend, no fun, and no filling (?!). Today I will be paying for the sins of yesterday - gluttony, greed and lust for food. TT_TT My stomach's protesting already at the thought.

First I had the EMAS/ MLEP 10th anniversary shindig, with Syaz and Diana. I only knew a few teachers there, and Shima (101! Old School!) but I had fun! We got to dress up (a little) in traditional Malay clothing, there was free lunch, and the choices of food was better than most weddings I've been to. But the best part was getting to sit and hang out with Syaz and Diana for more than 2 hours, which we've been finding hard to do ever since we left secondary school.

It finished around 5, and after a quick change of clothes, it was off to Orchard to meet Pat, and cab to Oosh where Borge's 21st was to be held. We met Dan and Steph near the entrance, and were led to where the party was.

First impressions were: Whoa, pretty ambience, what with the waterfall feature, and candles. And Borge's cute cousins laid colourful "Happy Birthday" confetti so prettily across the table. But again, the best bit was just being able to sit with friends for a few hours and talk and laugh while consuming food, which included Yuzu sorbet, chocolate gateau with green tea ice-cream and Borge's huge-ass chocolate birthday cake. Of course I'd remember desserts most!

Of course, my blog post wouldn't be complete without a few pictures of food. So here are a few that I whipped up (slowly and painfully) this past week:

Honey and Garlic Glazed Meatballs, that was featured in Readers' Digest this month.

I didn't really follow the recipe to a tee, because 1) how do you measure 180ml of ketchup and 120ml of honey?! It'd be much easier if you use tbsp and cup. 2) I didn't have enough honey, so I mixed in pancake syrup (which is 2% maple). Also only had half the amount of meat specified, so I divided all ingredients into half except for the glaze. 3) I like anything spicy, so I mixed in chilli powder in both the meatballs and the sauce. 4) I like cheese, so I added cheese in the meatballs! Note though, that the cheese leaked out of every single meatball while baking, so I guess I'll have to look for any special method of keeping it in next time I make this.

Behold: Cheese!

Ate them in a pita bread with salad, red capsicum and mozarella. Yum! If you have store-bought meatballs, they're the easiest thing in the world to make.

I also tried Baked Stuffed Chicken Breast Tomato Casserole. Whew, that's a mouthful of words, but also a mouthful of good taste! -_-" It's combined from three different recipes, one for the stuffing, one for casserole sauce, and one for baked chicken.

The stuffing is a breadcrumb stuffing that includes onion, garlic, eggs, carrot, chicken broth and a whole bunch of herbs. I also breaded the outside of the chicken after it was rolled with my leftover schnitzel breading, browned it on a pan for a while, then covered with the tomato casserole sauce and baked. Truth be told, it would have tasted just as fine without the casserole sauce, but I'd never tried a casserole before, so when better to try it than now (I meant the past "now", when I was deciding what to cook)? And I only used half the sauce I made for the casserole, so I could use the other half to eat with the spaghetti I boiled, which is probably why the shallow parts of the casserole sauce were a little burnt. But all in all, a good filling meal for the family. I ended up finishing the chicken the next morning for my pre-fasting meal. Along with some goulash I'd made again. As always, I eat the most of what I cook.

I wonder what I'll make tomorrow. Maybe I'll just let my mother cook, while I try making dessert. Baked cheesecake, recipe from the Rachel Allen: Bake! show looks really easy, or I could try making chocolate rice pudding again, even though I'm the only one in my family who really likes it. Who could blame them? I like it probably because I made it.

Looks like the dieting wagon has well and truly left me in the dust. Oh well. Here's to more good food coming my way! Cheers!

Another long break between posts, and here I am, back at the blog. I suppose that is the theme of this entry: LOOOOOOOOOOONG breaks! I'm so glad that NTU vacay is so long. It looked like I'll have too much time on my hands, but strangely enough I don't feel bored or unfulfilled. And it's June already, so I can feel my holiday period slipping through my fingers. One month of holiday has passed, which means I only have that much time left before killer second year begins. TT_TT I don't want it to end so soon!

I'm beginning to think I won't work at all this vacation. Perhaps spend three days a week at my mum or granddad's store, earn a little extra petty cash. I love being able to be at home, see my mum and sister and dad, and now, brother, everyday, and trying to cook stuff up for them that they wouldn't otherwise be able to eat. I don't relish the household chores, but I feel at peace doing them. I don't loathe them with a passion like I did before. I'm taking life easy now, and I like it.

On another note, my cousin's wedding just passed, which means three days of "rewang" or "gotong-royong" (helping out) is done. My cousin and her new husband look so cute together, and he looks nice. I killed my feet wearing the Guess shoes I bought for prom in '08, because I had to be on my feet nearly the whole day on Sunday, but they look rad! (and LOUD!)

Tuesday 1:00am my brother came back into the family's loving arms (and I mean this quite literally). We had supper/ breakfast at Simpang Bedok till 2.30am. Noone attended work or remedial classes that day. I woke up at 1pm (since I'd slept at 6am), and then we spent the day at my grandma's. It's almost like my brother has been here the whole time. Strange.

He brought me soo many keychains that I moved my collection to a shoebox. Happy! And he brought back the birthday shoes I ordered online (divinely loud colours!), plus a cap and a sweater for me and my sister each. And now my room's all messed up with his things and my things. So, he's sleeping on the couch in the living room, and I'm sleeping in my sister's room. I'll post pictures of said things soon!!!!

Funny story: my brother talked in his sleep while I was watching TV. He said something, actually smiled at nothing. Must have been female-related. Hmm.

fina

It seems every other day I'll try cooking. Just because~

Today I tried my hand at Bavarian bread dumplings and beef goulash, with maple rice pudding as dessert. The bread dumplings and beef goulash were an astounding success with all four of us. The maple rice pudding will be death of me. T_T"

Clockwise from above right: garlic bread, bread dumplings, beef goulash and leftover schnitzel.

The bread dumplings taste like a cross between pau and bread, and the ones I made were soft and smelled good. Not sure how it's really supposed to be, but -hey- it tastes a-okay to me!

The cross-section of the bread dumpling. Looks like I didn't add enough parsley in.

The beef goulash was soooo good... I couldn't use the red wine the suggested in the recipe, so I replaced it with grape juice+vinegar, and it worked just to perfection. The meat was soft and easy to chew, which could have been down more to the hour and a half stewing and not specifically to my cooking expertise, but if it tastes good, who cares?

Maple rice pudding... now that was a disappointment if I ever saw/ made/ tasted one. It wasn't as simple as the recipe made it out to be. After double boiling for 35 minutes as instructed, the rice was uncooked and crunchy still, so I kept adding in more and more milk till I was sick of adding milk. One hour after double boiling started, it still wasn't done. And I didn't want to make it even more fattening than it already was by adding in MORE milk (albeit low-fat). In the end I added hot water and microwaved on high a few times at 2 minute intervals. I couldn't be bothered to cover with plastic to stop film from forming over the rice pudding, so it became a little more glutinous-y than I think it's supposed to be. It also tasted a little bland, which could be because I used pancake syrup (only 2% maple syrup) and not pure maple syrup. Hmm. I suppose this whole thing is a learning process after all.

The maple rice pudding, bless it's heart.

It tasted bland and okay, but a little is more than enough for me. I still have more than half the original dish left. :( btw, those are cranberries and raisins. Just in case you thought they were roaches infesting my horrible cooking.

I also re-heated leftover spaetzle (egg noodles) and mushroom gravy from two days ago. But the Bavarian bread dumplings and beef goulash were so filling, I was the only one who ended up eating these poor has-beens. Tasted great still though.

You poor dears.

Okay. So ends today's cooking adventure. I shopped at NTUC a while before beginning the cooking at 2PM. I ended around 7 because of them bloody rice pudding. The goulash and dumplings were actually already done by 5, but the rice pudding took soooooo long...

I don't really care that the pictures really don't look a treat haha. It's only to remind FutureFina how her cooking used to look. By the future (hopefully) she'll have improved and can look back and laugh at her former follies. And anyway, I'm not much of a photographer. I'm a Jack, not a master.

t-N-oodles!

p.s. I wasn't lying when I said the goulash was deeevine. Shall use that recipe again soon!

So, in the end, on Wednesday the 19th of May 2010, I decided not to make all those potato/ bread dumplings or goulash.

I thought long and hard about it, and since I thought the above wouldn't taste good without goulash, which I didn't feel like making, I decided only after arriving at NTUC that I'd make schnitzel and spaetzle!

They sound like such a pair, don't they? Spaetzle is basically German egg noodles, short fat and Twisties-looking. They smell really like Roti Jala (which I adore), and taste a little like spaghetti except more flavourful. Below is an example I didn't make:

And since most of the recipes say spaetzle goes with schnitzel, I decided I'd try making chicken schnitzel too. I made mushroom gravy to eat with the spaetzle just in case it tasted too bland or something.

They don't look at all appetizing from the low-res cam phone picture, but they mostly tasted quite good! The surprise was how long it took to make the spaetzle (which has a pretty easy recipe) compared to the other two. The mushroom gravy took 30 minutes to simmer after all the ingredients had been added, and I was perplexed by why the recipe said to add flour to a dry-ish pan of dehydrated mushrooms. But boiling the spaetzle... it took me quite long, because of the difficulty in using a modified roti-jala colander to make them into noodles. I had to hang my arm over the pot of boiling water (they're boiled, so they're healthy = yay!) for almost a half hour waiting for the flour egg mixture to drip into the pot. I washed my colander-wielding arm every 5 minutes so it wouldn't get too hot. And the noodles didn't turn out pretty either. But they did smell and taste good. Leftovers can be sauteed in butter the next day, and they'll still taste as good.

Chicken schnitzel was simpler to make in terms of method. Salt and pepper, flour, dip in egg, smother in parmesan-breadcrumbs-seasoning mix, and then just fry over low heat in butter. No need for mixing, no flour, no weird put-together utensils. Crispy, tender, and tasty. Yumm.

Now, I never claim to be a good cook, because I'm so accident prone and I cook without thinking about the actual flavours. I guess I'm just good with following recipe instructions. At least I get to eat excitingly! Recipes can sometimes lead you down the wrong path - something my family learned today when the mushroom gravy turned out to salty. The recipe just said "salt and pepper to taste". I'd used chicken stock to make the broth before seasoning, but how was I to know that chicken stock was already so salty?! I'd never used it before :S And so I added a quarter teaspoon of salt to already salty gravy. Presto! Over salty mushroom gravy, which remained that way even after adding so much water. Hopefully it'll taste better tomorrow when I re-heat with more water and potatoes to absorb the saltiness. Also, I used Swiss brown mushrooms instead of white button or portobello just because it was browner than the button ones and cheaper than the protobellos. It tasted fine in the gravy, but I'm guessing picking the cheaper or prettier variety may not work out for all other recipes. So research and experience (which I sorely lack) is important! Must take note, must take note...

Okay, so ends my cooking adventure for today. Stayed in the kitchen for over 3 hours making these things, but the meal was good and filling. I was alone the entire cooking process, hence the little mishaps, but thank goodness my mum helped a little by boiling broccoli and carrots to complement the schnitzel and spaetzle. Added a little bit of "healthy" to today's dinner.

Friday: Bavarian bread dumplings next! Maybe with beef goulash...

Sweet talk.

Ooooh by the way, Jay released a new video, which has him smiling more. Freaking adorable! I really liked when he sang "Watcha Say", which is the second song. And he announced that he has a twitter now! So we can send him suggestions for his fanclub name, and he'll personally call up the person who suggests the best name.

T.T I know I don't stand a chance. I'm crying on the inside at the idea that some other huge Jay fan will hear him speak honeyed words into her ear (even if it's via telephone bits). Howwwwww unfair is this world? (Follow him at: https://twitter.com/JAYBUMAOM)

and without further ado, here's Jay in all his glory and cute dorkiness!

sigh.

Joyride.

It's been a loooong time since I've ventured into the ghost town known as my blog. And the past few times were laughable attempts at a conversation with myself. I've had better luck self-conversing through twitter, but sometimes I suppose I miss the ability to word-vomit and not worry about having to have understandable yet entertaining one-liners. I'm too lazy to be creative at twittering. So voila! I'm back in the old blogosphere, attempting to explain my activities of the past month to my future self re-reading my thoughts.

Since exams have ended, I have been learning more and more about myself. I have gone through exam hell, extreme elation that exams were extinguished, pure self-indulgence, and non-repentance.

Right now I'm still at the pure self-indulgence stage. Exams have been done almost three weeks now, but I'm nowhere near tired of staying at home. There's driving to learn, comics to read, shows to watch, knitting to do, household chores to finish... I'm just not done with my holiday. Which explains why I'm kinda leaning towards passive job-looking. Meaning I don't look for ads, don't actively send out resumes. If I find one, then it's by total chance. If I don't find one, then -hey- all the more fun for me.

My only problem is that the activities I get up to are not doing me any good physically. I'm cooking more nowadays, but my only motivation to cook and bake more is so I can eat! I don't remotely enjoy the act of cooking itself, I just enjoy the fact that I get to eat recipes that I can't find anywhere in Singapore, and that nobody will make for me. Like rice cakes, and the meatier variation I made, and minced meat patties, and peanut butter-nutella brownies (which, I'm sad to report, are down to the last 3 pieces. I may decide to have a farewell, savouring ceremony tomorrow in the presence of milk). Tomorrow for breakfast I'm also planning on making rice griddle cakes, wherein the rice is cooked in milk and honey first, and for the main meals either German potato dumplings called kartoffelkloesse, Bavarian bread dumplings called semmeknoedel, or German egg noodles called spaetzle. What a mouthful. I hope they taste great. But that's the thing. I cook so I can indulge. T_T I've created a monster!

One thing I'm sure of: this phase will eventually pass. Just like how the K-Pop cloud is actually leaving me a little behind, and romance novels have lost their glitter, and swimming has become so troublesome (not pleased to report that I completely stopped swimming since the time I got sick THREE months ago. Completely lost my momentum, and it's a lonely affair anyway).

Random weird fact: in my head I'm dictating my thoughts to my fingertips in a pseudo British accent. Can't say whether it sound believable or not, because it all comes out garbled the soonest I open my mouth to try speak the words. So for now I'm content to let it simmer inside my skull. Bubble bubble bubble.

dot . dot . dot .

Went to the zoo last friday with B.L.U.E. Marx! (Consisting of Pat, Aishah, Mel and me. Duh! We're like, only the most famous people in the solar system!) Superduperbananalicious fun. I will type out the "Friends-of-BLUE-Marx" post soon! Just... let me finish procrastinating?

And then on Sunday I had a picnic at East Coast with my lovelies Syaz and Diana! We had packed Nasi Sambal Goreng which was omgosh-so-good brought by Syaz, some of the meaty rice cakes, and some brownies. And of course, Sprite. Had fun despite (or maybe because) of the little drizzle that persisted our last half-an-hour there.

Then I had to zoom-zoom off early (sorry guys) to a family gathering at Sakunthala, 20-odd people altogether including my grandma who seldom goes out to eat with us. If you'll look at the tagged photos of me on Facebook, you'll see several unglam pictures of me eating and sulking and whatnot. I'm so over being embarassed by them. I'm just an unglam person, period. I've made my peace with it. Though I have to say the Khulfi or North Indian ice cream that I was wolfing down unglamorously, was laced with pure silver which, while not contributing to the taste at all, made me feel like I was eating MAGIC! Sorry, my exaggerating mode got accidentally switched on. It tasted of nothingness, the ice-cream was okay, but at least it looked good.

Now I shall end my word vomit. I think I went too overkill on the amount of parenthesis and extra, unnecessary descriptions. Oh well. It's the little British voice in my head that keeps egging me on. It actually sounds a little like an old English grandma. Or a Cockney tranny. I shall add this to my old Texan grandma repertoire of accents. Cool. American and Continental. I shall next learn how to think in the Hong Kong tai tai voice! ... Shh... I could literally hear myself losing that British voice. Now I'm thinking Singaporean again. Makes a noticeable difference in the way I type, doesn't it?

Better end now before it comes back, annoying old bat. Ohmygosh, I feel it creeping on me!...

fina.

Jay's new song collboration with Dumbfoundead and Clara. It's sooo goooodddd..... and the download's free!

Jay raps:

Although I know some people out there throwin dirt on my name

But it's all good
Still show em some love
Cause unlike that girl from the movie
I ain't holdin no grudge

Love that part the most, but there's still typical Jaycheesiness like "Life's a cow I made a burger, and I'm serving it with some fries"...??? Hahaha You just gotta love him. and my mum was at Bugis Street today, and the shop assisstant's ringtone was Jay's version of Nothing On You. My husband's getting so much love <3>

Plus, if you thought that K-Pop is all fluff and cheesy boybands, you obviously haven't heard One Way yet. They're so talented and their self-written songs are catchy, and most importantly there's none of that Engrish in their songs.

Magic is a catchy RnB song that's been stuck in my mind.

One Way (by One Way) is a more in da hood (which reminds me, one of my abbreviations for HS202 is Lick Da Flag, Queen Elizabeth. Whuuuttt??!).

Made more ricecakes for lunch today! Nothing burned, nothing caught fire, not much smoke. Thank goodness. Just forgot to add in salt. But it tasted passable. Shall add in minced meat or something next time. ^^

Okay. That's it for today's post. Am sooooooo not prepared for anything at all. I've been reading and reading, but nothing's entering my mind. I guess I'll only start remembering when I start really copying everything down from lectures...

fina

Please tweet #happy23JayPark at Singapore time 3.00PM!!!! Thanks!

I'm getting so cranky from reading it annoys even me! And it's not like I even read for the whole day! I only started at 2, had like an hour break for lunch, and then stopped at 6 to take care of domestic issues like make coffee, heat up food, etc. And now I feel so angsty I don't feel like doing anything. *Heavy sigh* I even lashed out at a chair. Because it's orange and cushioned. (Whaaat??!)

Anyway, I, for the first time in my Asian life, am sick of eating rice. So yesterday I made imitation rice-ball/ onigiri with none of the usual ingredients for lunch. Except while balling the rice up I thought it'd taste good dipped in egg and breadcrumbs. So I tried doing that, except the breadcrumbs were more bread than crumbs. And the entire thing was tasteless. Chili sauce had to come to the rescue.

My parents were out during dinner yesterday, so I decided to make dinner for my sister and I. I was still sick of plain rice, so I tried making ricecakes with (instant) cream of mushroom soup. But so many mishaps happened in the making of these damned rice cakes, I felt like crying and was moaning, "Why me? Why today?! Why??!!" The lack of normal ingredients, the burning of the scallions and garlic, and oil shooting at my face and arms were the least of my problems.

Numero uno: The entire house was filled with smoke when I was frying the ricecakes. They weren't burning or anything, but the frying pan just emitted so much smoke... The kitchen window was open, but I guess the sheets hanging right across it blocked the smoke from going out the window.

Number two: My frying pan caught on fire! I looked away for one second to put a fried ricecake on the plate, and when I looked up I was shocked to see fire about 10 cm high dancing over its surface, when there wasn't even any food on it. I eventually got to douse it... with the oil already on the pan.

Number three: The vegetable oil bottle cap fell into the frying pan, after it'd slipped out of my fingers when I was trying to keep the bottle. I had to fish it out of the pan with the ladle. Now it looks all deformed and wrinkly and spotty. Needless to say (but still I'll say it) I changed the oil, pan and the ladle. So that added another 10 minutes to my cooking time.

Eventually what was supposed to be 40 minutes of cooking because an hour and a half, plus sitting and waiting for my sister to come home so we could eat. Aigoya....

My mum's birthday is today, and I stayed up till 3 to make her card. My third card of April, but my pop-up skills are not improving at all. I made three different types of pop up cards this month, but I'm so proud of them! They take me a long time to make but I like crafty stuff (sly laugh). And my mum's card is now sitting pretty in a vase of (plastic) flowers.

I think I'll go have dinner with my family now.

Yay I'm finally on my own blogger!

The day before yesterday was Pat's birthday, so BLUE Marx ([Pat, Aishah, Mel and I] met up at Swensen's Bugis to celebrate! It was a much needed break from not studying (who knew watching television and surfing the net could be so stressful?). And instead of Pat being just a gift-receiver, she gave us gifts as well! All of us tried to look mad and whine "Whhyyy???!!!" but the Pooh, Eeyore and Nemo-and-dad balloons she gave us were too cute to deny. In fact, Nemo and dad are right across from my bed, staring at me right now.

We ordered a one-for-one lunch (thank goodness for that!) and had a Giant Earthquake ice-cream that the staff kindly added candles and dry ice effects to. And because I'd come prepared with extra hunger (no dinner or breakfast) I had a butterscotch milkshake with the ice-cream. Barf-tastic, because I was so full I wanted to barf, but it tasted fantastic.

We sang her a birthday song out loud since the restaurant was almost empty. Oh yeah, and we talked about Samuel (or what was left of him. Poor guy. Even Thomas my lappie and Alfred Pat's friend lasted longer than oh-so-sweet Samuel.) Lol.

And then off to Kick Ass! Watch the movie I mean. It was super strange and had many Oh-My-Gah! moments in it , but it had a nice storyline. And Aaron Johnson was convincing as a geeky, ugly American teenage boy (not sure it was a compliment) with nice clear-as-glass eyes (now THAT was a compliment).

We eventually had to part, to go "study", but I know I only went home to watch more TV and anime.

Even yesterday was supposed to be the start of my studying, but I had driving to learn, food to eat, more shows to watch. So guess what? Everything has been postponed to today. And here I am on blogger, doing something other than studying. Oh well.

fina

P.S. Eeyore's so famous that amongst all the words that were red-lined by my spell-checker, he survived! And Pooh too! Nemo... not so lucky.

P.P.S. If you're reading this, and have time to spare on unproductive work, SMS me ASAP! I need to ask opinions on my 2009 birthday shoes I'm ordering online. Whittled down choices to 3, but I'm so undecided!

I haven't been updating much recently, have I? I'll usually go through a phase of updating so regularly I think people become sick of reading about the same person's same thoughts and same mundane life, and then another phase where I become too lethargic/ uninspired/ busy to update.

And I have been relatively busy, I suppose. Not with too much schoolwork though. I'm surprisingly watching more TV than ever before. But what I have been busy with, is creating an imaginary situation with a few real characters, and 2 billion other man-made ones. It's been fun. I've been extremely diligent at it too. I'm quite proud of it. Which reminds me, I need to send it to Pat and Mel...

April is the month of many many birthdays! Syaz, Pat, my mother, Jaebeom, etc. I feel money that isn't even mine draining away. *flushes toilet*

And please don't make fun of my husband's goreng pisang anymore. It hurts his feelings, and mine too, because people really underestimate his gift just because of his stature. T_T Really, you'd be surprised at how much more blessed he is than the average-sized person. And he does the gym everyday, so it should tell you how both of us feel about this thing ;)

Haha Risque topics they are, but I'm pushing 20. Isn't that weird? I don't feel a day over 17. Nothing much has changed in me since I've been 17, except for the fact that I've started being even more immature and weird. Maturity is regressing for me. But I'm having the time of my life now, so I'm not really complaining about it. Seriously, I cannot imagine how it'd be to be all mature, and serious, and normal. Wouldn't life be boring? What do you talk about with friends? Schoolwork? Family? TV shows? More work?

I feel fine (albeit frequently disoriented) being who I am everyday. If I can bring laughter to people, or at least to myself, I feel like I've accomplished something. That, plus TV, is apparently all I need to feel content. I should just move to a foreign country, buy a satellite for cable TV, bring family and friends with me, and operate a small barely profitable shop where I have a lot of free time on my hands. Then I can go on holiday once in a while from this life-time holiday, to do things like skydive and bungee jump, before going back to my relatively uneventful life where I have time to switch back and forth between knitting, learning how to play songs on an electronic organ and a guitar, play with Lego and read fiction. And watch TV.

My ideal life - *sigh*. Not very realistic. But stamped all over with my personality: LAID-BACK (or just plain lazy).

Grey's Anatomy starting soon. Yay! I'll do tomorrow's readings later. Or tomorrow. Hmm.

P.S. Not only am I uninterested in schoolwork (although somethings we learn are interesting), but the boys in school are just plain -_-. I don't even have eye candy to keep me excited about school. Whyy???!!! (Maybe eye candy's such an immature concept, but it's so exciting when there is someone who catches your eye, someone whom I am currently missing. *another old person sigh*)

fina

"Brind old people. Mazeltov."

Joy ride.

Oh, a happy day has arrived! Jay has finally FINAlly FINALLYy released a NEW video of himself singing on youtube. It signifies a fresh start, away from the bloody whole 2PM shizz, and I can't wait to see what else he comes up with.

(\_/)

(^_^)

Jay Bunny's back!!!

Less than a day after the video's been posted, and already 300,000+ views, 10,000+ ratings averaging at 5 stars, 200,000+ channel views. Nearly 9000 comments on his channel, and over 10000 on his video. The whole world's behind him, and I hope he'll be able to achieve something truly spectacular with all this support.

*sigh* Just sad that there'll be no more displays of dorky funniness and brotherhood like Wild Bunny and Idol Army showed/ faked. I'll mourn the loss of the fantasy they represented. One minute of silence please. ----------

But YAY YAY YAY Jay's back!

I retrieved and fixed the lyrics to the rap and bridge he made himself ('cos some of it was different from the video version). The lyrics are so him; I felt like crying happy tears. Jinjja! Still do *sniff*.

Lyrics Nothing On You Cover by Jay Park

Original Chorus: Beautiful girls all over the world

I could be chasing but my time would be wasted

(They got) nothing on you baby

Nothing on you baby

Jay Park I get approached a lot being who I am,

and I got a lotta girls wishing I’m their man (check it),

and if I’m wrong witchu, I dont wanna be right,

I gotcha gigglin' like everyday’s a comedy night.

I’m a correct answer, never do you wrong,

and I trust yah even though that you’ve been gone,

but don't blame me for getting a little jealous -

it's just hard when you’re talking to them fellaz.

I got that “Taylor” body, girl you know that I gotcha,

you can call me "New Moon" because I orbit around ya.

You're my world, my everything, the only thing between our face is just that spaghetti string.

I’m faithful; won't pull a Kobe Bryant on you.

It's a jungle, won't be “lion” pull a “Tiger” on you.

Even know the exact shade of your eyes kid,

my heart’s ice, your number one like Yun-A Kim.

Original Chorus: (Beautiful girls) all over the world

I could be chasing but my time would be wasted.

(They got) nothing on you baby,

nothing on you baby.

They might say "hi", and I might say "hey",

but you shouldn't worry about what they say.

They got nothing on you baby,

nothing on you baby.

Jay Park I used to be a boy

that had many girls

all over the world,

but they got nothing on you babe.

Its forever just you and me,

for all of eternity.

Jay ParkI know your stressing, but I’m confessing: baby, you’re the only girl that I want.

You can be my best friend, we can play X-men,

you can be Jean, I can be Cyclops.

'Cause I don’t wanna end up like everyone else,

hurtin’ all alone all by myself.

This is just something that I’ve never felt.

Yeah~

I suppose this is a little late in being posted but...

A few weeks ago, in COM 205, we had to interview each other. One of the questions was: "What would you like God to say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?"

Of course, Muslims believe in Judgement Day, so I'd like God to say: "Your life was very entertaining. So you don't have to go to hell!"

(I hope that's not blasphemous?)

It was just a random thing that popped into my head again today. Where was I and what was I doing when this idea reappeared in my strange brain? In the toilet. Tinkling. Really random. And too much info. But BLOG MINE. Hah.

My parents are in KL today to shop, so my sister and I are stuck at home. Lunch was McDonald's, which of course is the first choice of teenagers who are allowed to pick their lunch, and who live right across the street from one.

They left at 4-5 am this morning, and I was so sleepy from waking up to say goodbye to them that I woke up late for my driving lesson. The lesson started at 7am, and I woke up... at 7am, when the instructor SMSed me to tell me he'd arrived at the pick-up point. Dang. So no shower, just teeth brushed, and a cab ride (my umpteenth time this week. Guilty T_T ). And it's the 3rd/ 4th time in a row I've been late. I have turned from the most punctual person around to a serial late-er. *Stab*

Fina (Sarang pina)

Short break (just one of many) from essay-writing. How typical of me to do last-minute work to be handed in this morning? For a humanities student, I find writing essays particularly hard, no matte what the topic. I just cannot structure academic-sounding sentences, find informative enough references, and make theoretically-sound claims without much difficulty.

*Sigh* And now I have to do it with a dripping nose... only 2 and a half hours left!

Back to trying.

DFS met up on Friday, and I love Steph for buying me Kinder Surprise from Abu Dhabi!!! I've given two to my parents and my sister, but the rest are for me. I'm keeping it safely in my room, away from hungry prying eyes.

Blue Marx spent over 6 hours online yesterday to complete our presentation outline. It was a messy, disorganised process, but we've managed to come up with most of the points already. What a relief!

I'm going out for fun later, just dinner out since nobody's cooked anything at home, and nobody but me eats ddeokbokki. Isn't it sad? For lunch I finished up the macaroni bake I made last week that's been sitting in the fridge, and as it turned out, nobody but me has been eating it! The rice krispies treat I made last week - majority eaten by me. I left one piece in the fridge for my sister, but it's uncertain whether she'll actually eat it. I don't know why. Besides the ddeokbokki and the different baked stuff, the rice krispies treats actually taste so good!

School's starting again, and I don't feel like doing anything different to prepare for it. Readings? What readings? What take-home midterm paper? I really shouldn't be in school...

I told my parents how worried I was that I didn't have a clue about what job to apply for after graduating (if I graduate). I don't know what I even want to do for the rest of my life, because I'm not the kind of person that can stick to one job for the rest of a lifespan. But I can't change jobs every few months just because I get tired of it. So I'm lost. But my parents said I could worry about it after I graduate. So... I'll put it to the back of my mind for now.

Life's such a mess, it should never be allowed to last too long for people like me.

fina

Oh, and no naked pictures of Jaebeom in the layout at all! I'm actually kinda proud of my restraint,

2Oneday's news has been slow the past two days... I'm feeling kinda lost without it, but not bored enough to go do some readings.

What have I done today?... Absolutely nothing! Except watched a movie on TV, American Idol on TV, and finally made the Mazeltov ringtone. Three versions of it, in fact. Three, equally ridiculous, versions.

Version 1: Mazetov Weirdly mashed

Version 2: Mazeltov No Jaebeom

Version 3: Mazeltove Brind Old People

As you can see, the titles are but a prelude to how ridiculous the ringtones are. If you want a copy, don't hesitate to order one from me through e-mail, and it'll be delivered right onto your virtual doorstep. =) Damaged goods are non-refundable, but you may simply order a new copy. Payment will be via daily installments of 0dollars for 0 days and, should you require one, a loan may be extended to you at 0% interest per month. Hope enjoy your purchase!

Yesterday was a little more productive, but still not much if you refer to the Singapore government's definition of productive. Beside changing the blog picture to the one above, I made a desktop wallpaper of 40 Jaebeom pictures. Yup, that's the kind of thing I like to waste my time on when I want to procrastinate on doing readings. So far, Jaebeom related projects completed: 2, readings completed: 0. Will readings fare better tonight? The forecast is cloudy, but we'll have to see.

I am so bored... I may actually take a nap at 8.42PM now. Good night!

Read my mind...

This month is just... too... unbearably hot... thank god for air conditioning.

[Ex-2PM]<- name of 2PM as they were before we knew most of them were fakes.

Ex-2PM's fans and anti-fans' anger must be heating up the whole world! Singapore's no longer a green city - we're brown now, since all our grass is fried to a lovely, caramelised colour.

I'm enjoying not doing anything for now, and it feels wonderful to wake up at 11, watch TV, eat, then watch more TV. I shall finally FINALLY finally get to doing a ringtone version of "lub, brind, PASSION!~" from Mazel Tov by Child of Empire. <- Golly, if that wasn't the strangest set of words ever?

And I shall finish The Official Blue Marx Personality Guide, which has been hard to do because unlike zodiacs and blood types, horoscopes are soooo long winded. It's a hard job being partly in charge of your own (fictional) entertainment company. You have to do everything by yourselves. Where's the manager when you need him?

In my alternate world, JYPE has been bought over, and trashed by our entertainment company. And 5PM (Ex-2PM minus Khun and Jay) are now living with their parents, who refuse to support them for free because they've been horrible sons. So now most of them (except Junsu) work the counter at McDonald's, while Junsu has to be kept in the back to make your McChickens and hide his mug. They all attend hypnosis sessions, paid for by Blue Marx, to subconsciously turn them into nicer, more polite people with the mentality of a 10-year old Girl Guide (who obviously would be more mature and kinder than the people they were before).

Khun is a huge pop star in Thailand, so now he spends most of his time there, unless he's in Singapore to hang out with Blue Marx's leader Emotional. Jay is living in the lap of luxury in the Blue Marx house, where he works with us on some of our better songs, and is fed grapes by the Blue Marx maknae Lovely. He flies over home often to hand his parents the bag-fulls of cash he's earned from being a solo artist under Blue Marx's entertainment company, and sometimes even flies his family over to meet Blue Marx. Our first joint world tour will be in 2011.

Aren't I creative when I'm mad? (and I mean mad in both senses of the word) ^^

fina

I had the midterm re-test this morning. Two essays, instead of the usual 20-question MCQ and essay. Whatever. I'm gonna fail anyway, because I didn't spend the whole of Sunday (or any other day) studying.

Instead, I spent the whole of Sunday (and everyone else found this funny. I don't?) making a youtube playlist of opera songs! Yep, I spent my studying day learning the different types of sopranos there are, and listening to their singing. It's really heck-a interesting! And all this was borne out of my admiration for Kristin Chenoweth, who's appeared in Glee, RV, Bewitched and etc, and who is, herself, a coloratura soprano. And now I have a playlist of operatic songs.

But the funniest bit (which even I have to admit is a little funny) is that my playlist is called "Getting me some culture". Okay, not so funny to non-sociology students. But it's a phrase by Prof Patrick which I remember the most, and since I was to take his paper this morning, it just suddenly popped into my head that I needed to get me some culture, and not study. If you happen to chance upon it on youtube, listen to the Bell Song - really a showcase for sopranos who have really high, agile voices. I'm serious!

*Sigh* I've gotten even madder this year, as in more crazy, and it worries me, because I (and everyone else around me) don't see myself as normal anymore. I'm irreversibly weird! =(

My last post was vulgar, to say the least. But I won't delete something that was an honest, spontaneous expression of my feelings at that time.

And whatever I said was true anyway. So BANANAPEEL it.

I haven't begun to/can't really start studying proper yet, even by this late stage. Midterm tomorrow - ah, what the heck? A fail wouldn't kill me. Maybe I need a year off or something to get things into perspective, because I'm really losing the focus on studying and schoolwork. What's the point of going to school when you're just going through the motions and aren't interested in learning anything?

Soooo restless now. Want a hot fudge sundae ^^

No more 2PM. 2PM are traitors. 2PM are liars.

Aftermath of the conference: You can never believe the "reality" you see on TV, can you? Relationships and personalities are all fake, all scripted. Once the money-making link is broken, once you don't need that person any more to succeed, you can easily throw shit on them and kick them out onto the street.

Fucking bastards, selfish mean-spirited assholes who've forgotten to whom they need to be grateful to and grateful for. Ok Taecyeon, Lee Junsu, Hwang Chansung, Lee Junho, Jang Wooyoung, you are all dead to me. Nichkhun you sweet soul, hope they're not treating you like shit there.

I am absolutely spitting mad and disappointed and betrayed by all that has transpired. They've fucking wasted my Saturday, making me worried about how those poor little dears are coping with the pressure and sadness. The poor fans who were there to see the fantasy image these boys have been cultivating crumble right before their eyes.

2PM is shit. 2PM is dead.

Goodbye.