it's easy to be attracted to Lee Pace; his remarkable bone structure and appealing smile.
but i think what tears at me the most is his quiet vulnerability through Calpernia Addams. i can't decide if i like him more as a transgender or as a regular bloke.
probably the former.
he is simply mesmerizing.
wish i had learnt of this film earlier.

Soldier's Girl.
Magnifique.

reverence

today i reassess my priorities.
today i question my purpose.
today a sightless man taught me to type.

there's no going back now.

oh no i massacred my mam's Tefal non-stick pot.
the immersion blender was a bad idea.

All in the name of homemade salty caramel souffle roll.




(:

is 26 a good age to apply for pension?
i'm thinking of retiring.

Dear Adrian Pang,

There is a good explanation for me falling asleep(admittedly snoring slightly)the other night at your play. I wouldn't want you to think Dealer's Choice was anything short of engaging.
My friends swear that they could see your nose hair from our vantage point at the 2nd row thus concluding that you'd probably glimpsed my limp body and lolling head.
I had had a rough day battling the rain and cunning people trying to steal my cabs.
I was exhausted.
Please excuse my bad behaviour.

Sincerely,
Yasmin

Riding The Public Trains Is Nauseating

the past 2 weeks have been blissful littered with fragments of financial anxiety. Hui was late for our lunch date, during which i walked into Topshop and out $176 poorer.

"great! you got here just in time to witness me spend money i'm no longer earning"

we missed readysetglo with shinichi osawa, the only 4 in the club decked out in glosticks on saturday, i misread 7 october as 9?

on a high note nikita, grey's, vampire diaries have all started their new seasons. *victory dance* and i have the hbo mini series mildred pierce which stars the lovely kate winslet and breath-taking evan rachel woods. it's night's in for me this week!
adieu.

call it a crush(fixation)

wanna join my book club?
we meet on thursdays.
sip TWG tea outta Starbucks mugs.
bring our unicorns out for play dates.
dress up as famous dictators.
and our discussions will end in agreeing to disagree.
strictly for the austere only.

all this time i thought i was seeing the world,
London, Paris, Tokyo, New York
it couldn't be further from the truth.

all i knew of the world were 5 star establishments,
H & M, Prada, caviar
my world was a bubble
my world was one of riches

but did i really see the world?
at night while i lay under my down comforter,
beyond those city lights lie a whole world,
lie reality.

comfort blinded me from really seeing the world.

Tarte Tatin with Vanilla Creme Anglaise

why hello there Mr Tarte Tatin. how your lovely golden hue and slightly burnt caramel flavours entice my senses, while the aroma of baked apples completely disarms even the most seasoned connoisseurs.
I'd like to thank GourmetTraveller magazine(for the wealth of knowledge plus the step by step photo collage recipe), my sister Yusra(for determining the cause of error thus enabling me to correct my mistake and successfully churn out my very own from-scratch vanilla creme anglaise). Lastly i'd like to thank the person sitting behind the desk, who was responsible for not activating my standby duty today. thank you, merci, arigato, terima kasih, danke.
*muah! muah! muah!*

note to self: if ever a recipe calls for "stir continuously" -and/if recipe meddles with cream and eggs- remember to stirstirstir-likeyourbloodylifedependedonit. unless of course you wanna end up with a separation of bits and pieces of scrambled eggs swimming in a yellowish liquid.


I wasted:

-4 eggs
-100gms sugar
-1 vanilla pod
-200ml pouring cream
-100ml milk
-effort
-effort for washing up after
-water for washing up


Afterwhich i needed:

-all of the above
-more effort to try salvage whatever bits of pride i had left and try again.(2nd time's the charm!)

Rochester: Pilot. Who's there? This hand. Jane Eyre. Jane Eyre.
Jane Eyre: Edward, I'm come back to you. Fairfax Rochester with nothing to say.
Rochester: You're altogether a human being Jane.
Jane Eyre: I conscientiously believe so.
Rochester: I dream.
Jane Eyre: Awaken then.

Yusra

kudos to my brainiac 2nd sister, besides the numerous textbooks of facts that she devours whole she manages to squeeze the many(retarded) names of boys I use to go-out-with slash give-names-to.
i.e nick captain of my heart wee, the cute bald dewd with the lagi cute brother(quite a mouthful huh)
She even remembers details like the name of the cat of the dewd I used to stalk.
let's just say that a memory like hers would come in handy when it comes to blackmailing an older sibling into lending her clothes and shoes. But my amazing sister here(who is an angel by the way) is nothing like that. In fact she's nothing short of perfect.

And she's not, for the record, making me write/type out this entry as a hommage to her.

fin.

a fishing trip we will go,

a fishing trip we will go,
hi ho a merry go,
a fishing trip we will go..!



Instead of squandering our 10days of annual leave on 5 star establishments and endless shopping in some far off foreign country which rhymes with 'weights', this year we will drive right across the causeway to a tiny little kelong with no proper flushing systems, we'll sit ourselves in a sampan and cast out our lines in the hopes to catch some fish.


you could call it a change of scenery..

pear and banana. the danish are into the weirdest flavour yoghurt.
ever.
passed the taste test though.


"kakak we are gonna train this year."
last year i totally dragged her down with me. gasping for air, complaining of a phantom stitch, losing the drive to run whenever any fat girl ran past me. with all that drama we clocked 42mins 42secs. then we proceeded on to queue for double that time for the damned goodie bag.
which reminds me, i've been meaning to laminate last year's cert.

this year little miss whiny's joining us so........fingers crossed.
(dear God please not let me be the lousiest/unfittest sister, i already am the dumbest.)


i finally broke my dry spell tonight.
with my trusty spatula, i whipped up lychee flavoured macarons.

my little macaron creations last month saw me rapidly increasing the inches on my waist and thighs hence the abrupt halt altogether.
this time i will approach it with calculated caution.

just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean that they don't love you with everything they've got.


thank you doofus for the piece of perspective this evening:)

it's daunting how in a mere 3 months there will be major changes in every aspect of my life.
I'm leaving my job.
I'm leaving my money.
I'm leaving my security.
I'm leaving my life, as I know it.

Goodbye urban outfitters.
Goodbye nolita crepes.
Goodbye pinkberry.
Goodbye american apparel.
Goodbye h&m.
Goodbye selfridges.
Goodbye river seine.
Goodbye cheap wood oven pizzas.
Goodbye primark.
Goodbye red lobster.
Goodbye bubba gump.
Goodbye dotti.
Goodbye outlet malls.
Goodbye kate spade.
Goodbye steve madden.
Goodbye henri bendels.
Goodbye city wine shop.
Goodbye quaint scones shop.
Goodbye maldives.
Goodbye all saints.
Goodbye soho.
Goodbye camden.
Goodbye kiehls shampoo and conditioner.
Goodbye broadway.
Goodbye £17 theatre tickets.
Goodbye hot topic.
Goodbye shoreditch bars.
Goodbye philosophy.
Goodbye supre.
Goodbye cheesecake factory.
Goodbye all.

Hello freedom.
Hello daunting freedom.

here's a small update,

the salty caramel aka caramel fleur de sel is absolutely delicious! Lip-smacking!

After sitting in the fridge for a couple of hours it's taken on the caramel consistency that we all know and love.
so good..
Dipped my french loaf into it a moment ago, a pre-bed-stuff-face-with-food routine.


:)

caramel fleur de sel

results: FAIL
aftermath(after-mess): EPIC
time: WASTED

macaron-making is a breeze next to this epic fail. and let's not start with the sheer cost of fleur de sel(10 bucks for 5 ounces), thankfully lazy bones didn't feel up to the journey to seah st so i used ordinary sea salt instead.

i managed to kill my mom's spatula, it melted while i was stirring the sugar into an even caramel. had to start over cuz bits of spatula was swimming around my caramel, and last i checked plastic isn't ingest able.

and why didn't nobody mention that using an immersion blender is like a sprinkler on a lawn??! my caramel splattered over every inch of surface in my kitchen. even my face wasn't spared.
gave up after the 3rd mopping, the floor remains resolutely sticky.

it was nothing short of a disaster.





Lesson am i taking from today's destruction:

New found respect for caramel makers.

f.

i didn't visit you on your anniversary this year,
i probably won't.
that doesn't change the fact that
i miss you every single day.
and maybe with each passing day,
it hurts a little less,
with time i'm slowly coming to terms with the fact that
you're never coming back.
some nights i'm jolted awake with fear,
panic and fear,
fear that you may be lost forever,
if that day comes
when i forget to remember you.

armin's playing tonight at zouk while i'm at home baking.
pistachio this time, it's mom's favourite flavour. got quite alot of pistachio buttercream leftover so the plan for tmr(courtesy of my sister Yusra) is to slather it over plain muffins.
Success at last!!
it was a big mess the first time i tried making buttercream. from an undomestic goddess who screwed up instant mango pudding(from muji) to a spatula wielding macarooner WHEE!!
so far i've conquered lemon, rose and chocolate macarons. latest one to add to that list is pistachio.
friends are welcomed to join me in my quest to take over the world one macaron flavour at a time. my only requirement is that you have to be willing to help with the washing up after.
(That means you, Nas)
been spending a bulk of my time at home with bunny.
i let him run around in my room. poor Toastie is so big now but i can't find a cage bigger than the one i currently have so i let him out for as long as possible. He's grown so much in a span of 3 months, i do hope he stops growing soon.
He's adorable though! spend many good hours watching him binky around the room.
anyone know a good groomer that does housecalls cuz Toastie got majorly stressed out last time i brought him to the groomers? even pooped weird after. yikes!

it's the 1st of february. already you ask? well yeah. counting down 6 months til unemployment.
daunting..

and i don't know which to blame more;
A) crazy sales in every direction.
or
B) the immense need to stock up on many many pretty clothes before my soon-to-be poor pauper lifestyle takes over.
so excuses aside here's the plan!

whenever i feel the urge to shop(esp online shopping click click click!) i'd put on my running shoes and tone up them muscles, increase lung capacity.


wot was I saying...?



Scrap that shit What the hell Let's Live!

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face

bloody inane song gets wedged in my brain at this ungodly hour :/

Good news today: we might just get the penthouse.
Bad news today: bunny's got mites.