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Monday, 20-Dec-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark

chris & yuli's wedding
j & edwin's farewell
esther's graduation
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Wednesday, 15-Dec-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark
phillip island... again

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Tuesday, 14-Dec-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark

i'm an fr fan
I have a confession.

Call me a woman desperate for an aphrodisiac, but I love chocolates. It's even got a greater effect than Pringles on me. I'm addicted to them. My favorite despite any circumstances would have to be Ferrero Rocher, which recently, a dear friend just got a box of 45 as a very belated birthday present for me. I will treasure it for all my life.

I can seriously not think of any other chocolate better than Ferrero Rocher. Its perfectly roasted hazelnut as a core, coated by a smooth layer of wafer to add a little crisp to the cream, and wrapped yet again with another layer of (my favorite part) milk chocolate with finely chopped hazelnuts all around it is nothing short of exhilirating.

In my opinion, there are exactly two ways to eat it in order to achieve optimum satisfaction of its rich taste.

1) Eat the outermost layer first (the milk chocolate with finely chopped hazelnut bit) till it's clean with only the wafer and its core left. Proceed to eat the wafer and the core together at a go. Do NOT just eat the wafer alone. Well, you can do that actually, and enjoy the core all by itself as the grand finale, but a little crisp courtesy of the wafer is quite enjoyable too.

2) Put the whole thing in your mouth at a go, and chew reeeaaaalllyyyyy slowly. Let the whole ugly rock mish and mash together in a cauldron of stimulating tastes and feel and reach its climax as its all <i>blended</i> in your mouth, just lingering for the shortest of moments so that you can appreciate its taste for the while.

Whoa. Syok man...

Saturday, 11-Dec-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark
perfect stranger

who are you
my perfect stranger?
a secret in time
or a prize unworthy of?
a moment let go;
did i miss a shot?

you're up there
high up there
and i'm down here

who are you
my perfect stranger?

i'd like to know you

Friday, 3-Dec-2004 00:00 Email | Share | | Bookmark
locked out


What a day. What a looooooonnnngggg day, in fact.
Today, I spent approximately 5 hours at Esther's stairway. Yep. That's right. 5 hours. Not including the time when I went out for awhile to get some food, that is. Well, it all went somewhat like this. Tonight was Mel's farewell pot-bless dinner, so Esther, Lydia and I decided to cook some Maggi Mee goreng for tonight. So as we were just leaving for the grocery store to get some ingredients in the arvo (at about 3:30p.m), Esther realised in horror, upon locking her front door, that she had left her keys in her room. Desperately rummaging through her handbag in hope that she was wrong, she, or rather we, were dismayed that she was right.

Okay. So that wasn't bad enough. Both her housemates, Iris and Ai Ling are already back in Malaysia for the holidays, and her landlord is in Singapore. All of them won't be back till late January, at least. Thankfully, we called a friend who happened to know where the keys were. Or at least he <i>thought</i> he did. We called up Yang, the landlord's friend who got the keys from the landlord's house in Melbourne for us. The problem was that he couldn't meet us till the evening. And we couldn't get out of the building because we didn't have the keys to the main security door downstairs to the apartment as well. So there we were, the three of us, trapped between the outside world and her apartment. We were ready to set camp.

Within the four hours of waiting for Yang, we moved in and out of the building in turns to get stuff. Lydia attempted to pick open the door with some hair-pins and paper clips the girls went out to buy as she has had experience in this area before (don't ask me how), but to no avail. So instead, we built a model house out of the hair-pins and picket fences surrounding it with paper clips. Oh, and I also headed out for awhile to get some sushi as we were getting hungry. Just about an hour after all that, our <i>saviour</i> Yang rocked up with a plastic full of keys. According to the landlord over the phone, the key was definitely in one of the bunches he brought.

But you guessed it. It wasn't.

So there we were, frustrated to our wits, sitting outside Esther's doorway, wondering what's the next step at 7:50p.m. So we called a locksmith. It was our last and only chance of getting back in now. Mario the locksmith rocked up in about 45 minutes as he promised over the phone, and voila, we were in! But just as Mario unlocked the door for us, he stepped upon our masterpiece model house and destroyed it. I didn't have the chance to take a picture of it while it was standing because my camera was in the house, but I got its ruins.

By the time we left for Mel's, it was about 9:10p.m.
Oh, and did I mention that the locksmith's services cost us $100? That was after the 10% discount he generously offered, that is.

Like I said, "what a day"...

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