Pissed beyond pissed

Do you know that I have a great risk of not being able to get my results on time? Thanks to both NTEU's drastic acts, I won't be getting my results on TIME!

I know that NTEU claims to fight for the benefits of staff and students in terms of providing better quality education etc etc but seriously, IF NTEU THINKS THAT THIS IS BENEFICIAL, THEY MIGHT AS WELL JUST SHOOT THEMSELVES BECAUSE I AM DYING TO KNOW MY RESULTS AND I DO NOT CARE IF THEY CLAIM THAT THEY ARE FIGHTING FOR OUR WELFARE!

HOW IS THIS FIGHTING FOR OUR WELFARE? BY THREATENING US TO ACT AGAINST THE ADMINISTRATION IN THE UNIVERSITY?

I know our class sizes have been increasing, teachers not being paid for consultation hours etc etc but do you think I CARE NOT ONE BIT ABOUT IT? DO YOU THINK I'M DUMB ENOUGH TO NOT SEE IT?

I PAY LIKE NEARLY 25000 AUD PER YEAR! OF COURSE I WANT QUALITY EDUCATION FOR MYSELF! OF COURSE I WILL SUPPORT THE NTEU CAUSE BUT WITHOLDING OUR RESULTS IS JUST AN ACT SO DESPICABLE. IT IS COWARDICE. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE WAY THINGS ARE, TAKE ACTION AGAINST THE GOVERNMENT. DON'T MAKE US LOOK LIKE BAITS BECAUSE WE'RE NOT.

Never in my life I feel so cheated, so disgusted... Please leave us alone. Nobody even asked us if we wanted this. They talk about fighing for our cause when 'with-holding our results' is not even a cause. It is black mailing. BLACK MAILING!

5 things I want to say today.

1. You know what? When someone questions my ability to cook, it is like telling me in my face that I am stupid. I am not. I KNOW HOW TO COOK. AND I'M GOOD AT IT!!!! *huff huff huff* I don't care if you're going to call me perasan but hey, what's wrong with admitting something that you're really good at? Do you know, I can cook Italian ( NOT ONLY PASTA! ), Spanish, Mediterannean, Indian, Chinese, Malay, Japanese, Korean, Russian, Thai, Vietnamese cuisine as well as dishes that you have not HEARD OF? * bursting in anger*

The char siu that I've made yesterday. Fresh out from my Blanco oven. I seriously want an oven from Miele.

Cutting the char siu. LOOK HOW EDIBLE IT IS.

For my guests. :) Vit's noodles with char siu, braised egg and tofu in soy sauce and ice berg lettuce on the side.

2. I bought really bad mince tart. :( I prefer the ones I had last year. I do not know which bakery is that from but it is really delicious. It comes in bite sizes, which is very good for those who want to retain a very nice waist line. It is not too sweet and very aromatic from the spices. Compared to the ones I had from Ferguson Plare, I think Ferguson Plare is a mistake. Although the crust is quite biscuity, I like my mince not too sweet and its pastry thin.

3. I don't understand why my friends assume that I only do fine dining and I will be happy if someone takes me out for fine dining. That is such a myth. The truth is, I am not happy with fine dining. As long as the food is good, I'm willing to pay for it. For me, fine dining, contrary to what most people believe, it not about ambience and service. Yes, it's part of it, but it is not all of it. Fine dining, in my point of view, is about serving a punch in something so fragile, so delicate. But saying so, this does not mean that I don't like street food. I DO STREET FOOD. IT IS JUST THAT CARRYING A CAMERA TO SUCH PLACES MAKES NO SENSE AND HALF OF THE TIME, I GET YELLED BY SOMEBODY. GEDDIT? I just don't like it when someone stereotypes me. :(

4. I think my mom had too much fun that she forgot my existence. I feel like crying in the corner now. :(

5. Watched Litte Miss Sunshine yesterday! Such a heartwarming film. It's surprising how one can still find functional in dysfunctional. I always believed in perfection in imperfection. :D

Dark chocolate

Dark chocolate has a reputation of being bitter but eating a piece of dark chocolate is like having your life running on a slide show across your very own eyes.

At the first bite of dark chocolate, the taste buds register a bitterness that makes one want to spit it out. But as they say: Good things come for those who wait. As it melts, the sweetness begins to bloom slowly in your mouth, like a flower during spring. It is sublime; almost like heaven to have the tiny, hard block coursing in the warm cavity of your mouth. When it melts, it leaves a nice silky feeling which makes you want to run your tongue over the hard palate, your teeth and then your lips. You want all of it. It is a feeling so satisfying, so gratifying, that it is almost like sex itself but it is not sex. It is a small piece of dark chocolate.

It is life.

L.O.O.H.Q

Mona Lisa smile.

Crazy number.


Walk, walk fashion baby.

Polo Bun.

I want to eat Li Yen's Polo Bun before having the authentic polo bun from that anonymous stall that my parents and I chanced upon at 5am when we were in Mongkok. My soul is craving for the milky, custard-ey, sweet, crusty polo bun and coming across it on Wikipedia by accident is not helping.

I remembered that my mom bought three polo bun and she asked me if I wanted any. I said I did not want any. I could still remember the voice I had when I was 11 and how I shook my head, about to throw a tantrum because it was 5am. I thought to myself who the hell will wake up at 5am!! My whole body was protesting to the dark skies. It was barely morning. Having said this, I woke up at 5am this morning to do laundry.

Back to the polo bun, yes my mom offered if I wanted any. I said no. It was the last day of the Hong Kong trip and in the airport, I got so hungry. My mom still had the three polo buns with her. Like any hungry person, I would eat anything to stop my angry tummy. I happily took one.

By Golly, the first bite gave me this bliss that I can never ever forget. It's the same bliss when I had my first foie grass, first taste of truffle, first bite of good tau foo far...

I was a very happy girl.

Half way when I was munching on my polo bun, the tour guide ushered us up to our flight. I was frowning because I was enjoying my polo bun to actually leave the airport but oh well, as a eleven year old, there's nothing much I can do but to oblige. Plus, I certainly do not want to stay back in Hong Kong! I got onto the flight, with the remaining polo bun in a bag I was grasping tightly in my tiny hands.

Nobody knew where the remaining two polo bun went until my mom asked. I think I said something like this: "You ate them this morning"



Fromage:

-I bought organic/biodynamic pork today because I will be cooking for very special people on Monday. :) I was quite curious and told my sister that it probably would not differ that much from normal pork. In fact, I was wrong. Biodynamic pork smells very nice despite it being raw.

-I cleared up my house yesterday and found out that my place, despite it being clean, was dirty. I still cannot imagine how people can survive without cleaning up their place!

-I STILL DO NOT WANT A BOYFRIEND! WHY IS EVERY SINGLE PARENT ASKING THAT SAME QUESTION and asking WHY? FRIENDS BACK IN MALAYSIA, PLEASE DO NOT ASK ME THAT QUESTION! DO YOU LIKE ME TO ASK YOU IF YOU HAVE BROKE UP WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND AFTER YOU HAVE BROKEN UP WITH THEM?