Burning fury

So there I was, walking over to the ironing board with jaunty steps.


Oh how I wish I had a premonition of some sort, because shortly after, I burnt my knuckle with the iron.


Yes again I say I burnt my knuckle.


It took me awhile to grasp what was truly happening and after standing there, cursing like a sailor for a few seconds, I realised that the wise thing to do was to run my sore knuckle over tap water.


After running it over tap water and even holding my knuckle against the ice in my freezer that needs serious defrosting (http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/05/ice-cidents.html), the pain just got worse.


It stings like a thousand bees and burns like a million suns (yes exaggeration).

Trust me it feels A LOT worse than it looks.

See that red bump? That's what I get for not being lazy for once.

 How did it happen?


After I pressed the iron against my soon-to-be crisp, white blouse, I set the iron aside in an upright position as I adjusted the white blouse to iron the crumpled regions.


My hand carelessly brushed against the exposed surface of the hot iron and here I am, writhing in pain.


Sorry to digress but I've been posting about my kitchen adventures for the last two posts.

http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/05/ice-cidents.html

http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/05/never-too-late.html

I would like to thank Hillie for his contributions (since someone accused me of being a glory hog for those concoctions).


Your bright ideas are greatly appreciated :)

Ice-cidents

The thrill from yesterday's success prompted me to cook AGAIN!
(http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/05/never-too-late.html)


So here's my dinner today.


FRIED PARATHA FOLDOVER WITH CHEESE, SAUSAGE AND CHERRY TOMATOES WITH A SERVING OF FRIED HAM!

The ham was pretty random because I had no idea what to do with it.

It is safe to say that I'll be blogging almost every weekend about my various food adventures in the kitchen.


Yipee!


So anyway, I have a little situation with my freezer.


It needs serious defrosting.


The thick layers of ice formed has rendered me speechless.


This is how bad it is.

It is a little redundant to keep frozen goods in the freezer when the freezer isn't doing such a good job with freezing it due to the thick layers of ice that


1. Increase the temperature within the freezer (cold air runs out because the ice is so thick that the freezer door can't shut properly but the freezer is in the same compartment as the rest of the fridge so it isn't so bad).


2. Severely minimise storage area in the freezer.


Why don't I just defrost it you might ask.


The award-winning answer is,


BECAUSE DEFROSTING THE FREEZER REQUIRES SO MUCH TIME AND EFFORT.


A hassle indeed.


Plus, as I've mentioned earlier, my freezer is in the same compartment as my fridge.


Defrosting it would mean that the rest of my fridge would be submerged in water during the defrosting process.


More work for me.


Only when I'm in dire need of storage space would I consider defrosting my fridge.


Oh and a miracle happened!


There is a chocolate stalagmite in my freezer!

Funny story really.


I placed my chocolate ice cream horizontally (instead of it being upright) due to the depleting storage area in the freezer.


It melted a little, leaked out of the container and a chocolate stalagmite formed.


It actually resembled a stalagmite more before I furiously hacked it with a knife in a pathetic attempt to get rid of it.


We all know how that ended.

Never too late

Resolutions, never too late for them.


Only a few days ago did I have an epiphany.


A revelation perhaps, that in order to survive in the wilderness (IMU),


I MUST HAVE SOME FORM OF CULINARY SKILLS.

Why you may ask?


Because right now they extend as far as boiling eggs and cooking Maggi.


Plus, I can't be going out all the time (my purse has been shedding a lot of weight).


So, I have decided to put my practically non-existent skills to the ultimate test.


I have written down a few recipes to experiment with during the weekends, albeit being very simple to those with culinary skills far beyond my limited abilities.


Tonight. History was made. A milestone in this little girl's life.


The future has never seemed more promising and hopeful.


*cue drum roll*


TAAADAAAAAA!


MY OMELETTE DU FROMAGE WITH HAM AND A SERVING OF CHERRY TOMATOES.


Don't laugh.


It tastes better than it looks (an excuse commonly used among budding chefs).

Oh would you look at that! Bow down before its cheesy goodness I say!

I have never felt more accomplished. My parents will be proud.

Inconvenience

Every day there is a certain hour or perhaps a certain period, where we do not want to have anything to do with the world.

I call this the 'inconvenient' hours of the day.

We start getting lethargic and grumpy from our mundane routines.

We find everyone irritating.

We just want nothing more than to crawl into our caves and be alone (or maybe even have a satisfying nap).

For me it starts after lunch.

However there's a grace period and that's a few hours after lunch.

When I  slowly start creeping into the 'inconvenient' hours of the day, 

I dream of curling up into a ball on my bed and shutting myself off from the rest of the world just like a a leper exiled from his or her own land due to utter disgust and condescension of the public.

I will be 'self-exiled' from this world during these hours (and hide in my room watching drama series).

Loved this scene.

Sorry for the exaggeration. A habit I cannot curb.

You get the point. No one likes to be provoked and scrutinised during these hours.

It's just cruel.

So I had my usual cup of coffee in my Joe mug thanks to Natalie.

Just goes to show how much I ADORE the Jonas Brothers (specifically Joe).

Original picture right here. Oh how I wish I could say to the horse "Appreciate this moment because you're gazing into the eyes of a HOT angel".

So after I had my coffee I watched a continuous streak of television shows (curse you fast internet).

My favourite way to spend those 'inconvenient' hours of the day.

Satisfaction

I'M BACK.


Not a celebratory kind of 'I'm back' but more like the as-a-matter-of-fact kind of announcement that


I'm back. In KL.


Sigh.

Being back here has never felt weirder.


It's not that I'm claustrophobic (because I'm not) but it's just a weird sensation of having to be alone and independent again.


For example,


I got back, did my laundry, changed the bed sheets, swept the floor, mopped the floor, cleaned the bathroom and unpacked my 17.1kg worth of clothes.


I can imagine all your expressions to be like this due to pure shock of my new-found ability to do house chores.


I know it's only mediocre in the world of homemaking but it's an achievement.

Oh would you look at that!


Just see how the floor glistens against the glare of the fluorescent lights.


Satisfaction indeed.


I have absolutely nothing to complain about as I've had one of the best 3 weeks I've ever had in a long time 


and I owe it all to my beloved friends and family back home.


You guys are amazing and there's no one else I can just let loose and be myself with other than you guys.

*cue melancholic music*
ANYWAY
Received my results for my first semester.
Praise the Lord because am pretty satisfied with it.
Another thing to be satisfied about (besides my newly-cleaned floor).

A stroke of anxiety and joy

Being in a frazzled state due to unnecessary doubt and worry is NOT fun (unfortunately something that happens very often).

I say unnecessary because according to everyone around me, going bonkers days before my first semester results are released is and forever will be 


UNNECESSARY.


I beg to differ. Anything can happen.


ANYTHING.


A train of  god-awful thoughts race through my mind prior to the release of my results.


I shall not list them out but I'm sure everyone has had their share of irrational thoughts.


Anyway, had to endure a 2 and a 1/2 hour wait for my results.


Logged onto my email really early just in case they decided to treat us to an early surprise,


but to my expectations, 


THEY WERE LATE.


Boredom struck.

I rotated between incessantly refreshing the page, checking Facebook and 9gag-ing.


Woe is me.


Anyway, results were finally sent.


Bottom line is


I PASSED!

Exactly how well is uncertain.


Our numerical results will arrive by snail mail in a few days (fingers crossed).


All that was announced by email was

Dear student,

Your results - PASS

Talk about specificity.

Oh oh oh!

I chopped off my locks a few days ago.

Talk about a breath of fresh air.

Trimethylxanthine

Is it just me?


Or is it rather peculiar how we dream of nothing but boredom when we're on our feet all day,


but start counting down the hours until we are able to do SOMETHING when we're in the midst of being blissfully bored?


Curious ain't it?

How we crave boredom, but the moment we are granted that wish, 


we sigh at the mere thought of doing absolutely nothing.


Enough of my holiday analysis, let's get down to business.

I have a very low tolerance for caffeine (also known as trimethylxanthine).

Meaning that I cannot drink coffee or tea after about 5 o'clock because it'll leave me tossing and turning all night long.


Here's what wikipedia has to say about caffeine:


Caffeine is a central nervous system and metabolic stimulant and is used both recreationally and medically to reduce physical fatigue and to restore alertness when drowsiness occurs. It produces increased wakefulness, faster and clearer flow of thought, increased focus, and better general body coordination. The amount of caffeine needed to produce effects varies from person to person, depending on body size and degree of tolerance. 


There's the reason to my problem.


Especially since I'm puny and judging from my lifelong observation, have a very low degree of tolerance.


This is what happens when I have absolutely nothing to think about at night.

The only solutions for this are:


1. Don't drink coffee or tea after 5.


OR


2. Drink decaffeinated stuff.


However, sometimes I choose not to play by the rules.


That's when I start to regret my decision at 3 o'clock in the morning and realise that there's nothing better to do than to count the hours until I fall asleep due to boredom.


AND that adds to my problem with boredom.


Now you see how this vicious cycle unfolds.

HO-LI-DAYS

Ahh can you smell that?


It's the sweet aroma of boredom and satisfaction.


Holidays bring out the worst in you.


Why?


They bring out that ugly, lazy glutton lurking somewhere deep inside the crevices of our inner being.

It's an uncontrollable process really.


Few things I've learnt, or rather observed over the past week of nothingness.


1. Go large.


Ok I'm sure that I sound like a hypocrite right now but when you're home, with SO MUCH good food, you don't ever want to let a chance pass you by.


My advice to you?


INDULGE BAYBEH.


It's alright to pack on a few pounds for the holidays.

Literally the size of my head .The biggest mug of Teh C Special or 3 Layer Tea you will ever find. Only right here in Kuching.

2. In love with yogurt.


Recently developed an obsession for yogurt and fruits.


I like my yogurt plain. 


Dunk fruits in it and OH GOSH IT'S HEAVEN ON EARTH.

3. I like taking idiotic pictures.


What's a girl gonna do with so much spare time?


Embarrass herself? 


You betcha.


Not all pictures are silly. 


I AM still a vain, pubescent teenage girl after all.

Here are some descent pictures to soothe your eyes after the previous ones.

Holidays aren't meant to be productive.


Praise the Lord for that.

Something's stinky here

Realisation hit me hard today.


While I stood in line, waited for a vacant cubicle and fought back my tears from the foul stench of urine, only one question popped up in my mind.


WHY THE HECK DO PEOPLE TAKE FOREVER IN THE CUBICLES?

I realised that girls spend an ETERNITY in the toilets.


Being in such a germ-filled environment, my game plan is to try not to touch too many things and to get the hell outta there as fast as I can (http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/03/evaporating-warriors-of-bravery.html).


I even try as hard as I can to limit the amount of air entering my nasal passages by shielding my nose from the stench with my hair (yes in this case i stuff my hair in front of my nose like a scarf).


I was disgruntled and in disbelief when I discovered that out of the 6 cubicles, only half of them were functioning.

To make matters worse, one girl took approximately 5 MINUTES in the toilet.


The only feasible excuse that seems acceptable to me is if someone has an emergency.


For example, if someone has a bad case of diarrhoea.


That i can accept (although reluctantly).


Otherwise, what are they doing in there?


Playing temple run?


Having a mani pedi session?


Applying makeup?


Taking a nap?


Contemplating on life?


Do they actually enjoy having bacteria as their companions?


I don't know about you but I sure as hell don't.


Maybe a creepy toilet like this would hurry the girls.

Oh and not to forget, the cherry on top of the icing,


THEY DON'T FLUSH WHEN THE TOILET IS WORKING PERFECTLY WELL.


Come on it's not that hard.


Just kick the flush handle like I do and you're good to go.


Please be considerate of other users.


You're not the only one with a distended bladder.