In it to win it

PEW PEW PEW!


Yes the aftermath of a game of laser tag.


I beg your pardon, two games of laser tag.


What is laser tag?


Strap on a stinky, musty, heavy, filthy (and unfortunately sometimes damp - a good breeding ground for germs) vest and carry a fancy-looking gun,


 and you're in the game.

My first attempt was BAD.


It was horribly terrible at so many pitiful levels.


At the end of the first game which lasted around 10 to 15 minutes, I was left with 480 points.


DON'T LAUGH.


For all laser tag noobs/dummies out there, it's really really bad.


One does not simply achieve points below 1000 in laser tag.

Even 1000 is a measly figure.

How I imagined myself to be in laser tag.

What I actually looked like in laser tag.

Fortunately, I improved  the second time around!

I decided to run more and shoot more.

I even sacrificed my dignity by running around like a headless chicken.

I GOT 2300 POINTS!!

Thighs were slightly sore after the game though due to crab-like movements when I was running from one place to another to seek refuge.

If you can't imagine it, just run and squat simultaneously.

What matters in life

Retail therapy. Always the solution to most problems in life.

We bought so much. 


TOO MUCH (not complaining).


My mum and my sister, Serene came over for a visit.


A prosaic and mundane weekend is non-existent with the presence of my family.

That's Serene. Yes we don't look alike. No I'm older. Yes I'm certain we're sisters. Just answering the usual questions imposed on us.

The girls of the family. 

Only when you're away from home do you actually realise how much your family means to you.


The relationship forged between family members is unbreakable.


They're the people who irritate you the most at times, but they're also the ones that you long for during times of distress.


When you're left completely bereft, in hopes of some support and comfort, they're the ones I turn to.


They've never failed me, and in return I hope I never do the same to them.


A wonderful weekend well spent.


A big thank you to my mummy and Serene for the splendid weekend!


Thank you my dear brother, Derek for coming with us for lunch (and providing the entertainment needed involving ice cream and a cone).


The only person missing is my daddy, but he would've been bored to death with our incessant shopping.

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).