Tagged. =]

1)The person who tagg you is: Natalie
2)Your relastionship with him/her is: Peanuts! =]
3)Your first impression of him/her is : Weirdness
4) The most memorable moments with them: Nothing
5) The most memorable thing he/she has said to you is: Haha
6) If he/she becomes your lover, you will... : run to Paris.
7) If he/she became your lover, what should he/she improve at: Well, it would never happen as I would run to the top of the Eiffel Tower. XD
8) If he/she becomes yr enemy, what would you do: Become her enemy too. Muahahaha
9) If he/she becomes yr enemy, the reason will be: she ruined the efeel Tower
10) The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is: I don't know. Don't ask me such silly questions.
11) Your overall impression on him/her: Hmmm.... It could be something insulting, so I'm keeping my mouth shut. 
12) The characteristic you love most about yourself: Urhm. that im so noisy im amusing? O.O
13) The characteristic you hate most about yourself: Being a smart ass.
14) The most ideal person you want to be is: OO.oo Lyndon Low
15) For people who care and like you, say something to them: Polly want a cracker?

Pass this quiz to 10 ppl who you want to know how they feel about you.

A prayer

"Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread" - Trust! God will provide for our needs. His eye is on the sparrow and I know He cares for me. 

"Forgive Us Our Debts as We Forgive Our Debtors" -- Forgiveness = Surrender. Don't carry your own backpack - surrender it to Him. Revealing the feeling is the beginning of healing. Act as if you have forgiven and the feeling will follow. In our weakness, God sends His strength and peace. 

"Lead Us Not Into Temptation" - Watch for unrecognized temptation. Pray, so you won't fall. We are tempted every day. It deepens our walk and strengthens our faith - but be careful of spiritual blindness. Open my eyes, Lord, to my blind spots - use honest friends and family. 

"Deliver Us From Evil" -- The Evil One, Satan. We are saved from death to life. Jesus is more powerful than Satan - God is greater! 

Source: www.allaboutgod.com

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Fabulous Name Tag

French Fries

My History

The Belgians are noted for claiming that French fries, although the name would point

 elsewhere, are actually Belgian in origin. However, there has not been any definite evidence presented to prove this outright. Whether or not they were created in this small European country, they quickly became the national dish of Belgium; making the Belgians at least the

 symbolic creator of the “French Fry”. They are also Europe’s heaviest consumers of the fried dish. Their origin story of the French fry goes something like this: according to one Belgian historian, French fries got their start in Belgium in the 1680’s when some poor inhabitants of

 the Meuse valley in Belgium, who had become accustomed to frying small fish as an

 accompaniment to their meals, had decided to cut potatoes length ways and fried them in oil when the river nearby had frozen over and they had no access to fish. There are also origin stories which point to France, England, and even Spain (the first European country to discover

 the potato) but Belgium’s claim has been accepted more over worldwide. Even the French give them credit.

No matter where they were first cooked, the art of frying potatoes has been passed on to our generation. When it comes to preparing and cooking French fries some home cooks who prepare them from scratch cook them only a single time in a generous amount of pre-heated oil at a temperature of around 375 degrees F until they are golden and have a nice crisp to them. They will taste good like this and this frying method usually does not take much longer than a minute. However, the method that seems to be recommended by most cook books and also perfected by restaurants with the “best fries” seems to involve two stages of cooking. First the potatoes are to be fried at a temperature of around 350 degrees F until the fries are nearly cooked but yet they still are somewhat limp and pale. This stage is used to soften the potatoes and to thoroughly cook the inside the potato but it does not brown them. The second stage involves removing the fries from the oil, allowing them to cool, and then at a temperature of 375 degrees F they are cooked again until they are crisp and golden brown. This usually takes not much longer than a minute and gives you the best tasting fries possible. The very best oil for making French fries seems to be fresh peanut oil (for healthy reasons). In terms of taste great, rendered beef suet can not be beaten. The best potatoes for making French fries seem to be baking or russet potatoes.

I didn't know that french fries were originated from Belgium, I thought they only manufacture great toothsome chocolate. I wonder whether Pn. Lee has been there before, meeting her long lost ancestors. Potatoes seem to be unfamous now, all those health hazards, all those saturated fat and oil in it, I wonder whether a person's artery will get clogged up if the person eats them everyday. Timothy says that after potato destoryed his garden, his garden would only grow potatoes, nothing else, but potatoes. Lol. 

 

Reply poem on behalf of POTATO

Timothy, Timothy I know I stink,

but what can I do?

I'm ugly and wrinlky,

but I can't help it.

I know my teaching is bad,

soft voices echoed at the back, 

you can't hear me but I don't care,

because I'm just one miserable potato.

I know you hate me, 

but I don't care, 

because I'm just a potato, 

feelingless yet meaningless.

I know I'm bitter, 

unlike my cousin tomato,

she's sour but sweet, 

I'm bitter but pain.

Somebody dug me out of the ground, 

He peeled by clothes, 

dipped me in hot oil, 

that's the Belgians.

He brought me around the world, 

potato chips pipping hot,

after years I became unfamous,

being oily and bad.

I'm just a potato, 

teaching potatoes,

eating potatoes,

munching tomatoes.

Mr. Potato married me, 

but he divorced me,

because I ripped his garden, 

and poured drain water on them.

I'm  now unfamous, 

being hated by people,

but what can I do?

I'm just a potato.

A bG production.

Writing A Poem A Day, Keeps the Potato Away.

*God, I feel really bad writing such poems, but I can't help it. Please forgive this terrible yet horrible me.

 

A poem written on behalf of bG

Pork belly is fatty,

sauce poured over it with much aroma,

With much fats in it, 

so does cik norlizaa.

The skies were clear then, 

but its black now.

How did this happen?

Oh, pork belly's fart made it black!

The balsams in my garden are beautiful,

When pork belly invaded my garden, 

every single plant wilted and died, 

So does my beautiful day.

It rained oil and my garden burst into flames, 

The Sun cooked my flowers in oil,

Her insults made me furious, 

Her scoldings made me crazy.

My mood was good, 

But now it's bad, 

Like unfrozen pork belly,

Turns smelly after days.

I cooked the pork belly but it still stinked, 

with much sauce and oil over it

My heart shattered when her foul mouth opened,

after explaining useless explainations.

A true bG production.

Take off an "a" from the name.

St John

The annual St. John exam has ended. The officers this year looked a little scary, the officer in charge of Choking and CPR was like Dr Hyde and Dr Jekyll, a crude man with words like "stupid", "hurry up la! Don't WASTE my time!", "you fail la" etcetera.  On the other side, he was like a man from a joke book, filled with some fun in him. Theory was not easy. I passed the choking part, transportation , fracture and bandaging. Just unsure whether I did well for theory. I hope I do. 

Just scribbling things when my head is empty. =]

Loads of projects

Well, as usual. Hi again. There are so many things happening around me. This, that, and this again, and that again, that one and these. Civics project, still pending, Sejarah project, 20% done. I know Im slow, and that's the fact. JUST SLOW! Nevermind, there's still loads and loads of work to be done. The moon sees me at night and after hours, it dissapears. Time flies. It's kind of wasting time blogging, but still, it has to be updated. In school today, I had an agreement with Qi Hong. I promise I'll never say a ird about Kar Yee in front of him and he'll do the same thing. The schol field is getting smaller. Those nature haters just couldn't be bothered to stop building buildings. What's the use of making the grass patch smaller and smaller when the school's population is decreasing? That patch of green grass will be covered by huge cabins, and recently, they made a sheltered walk way from Block F to the canteen. They use recycled materials, exactly the same design, same colour, same rust stains on the poles, same old grey dirty roof tiles, same old green poles. Why can't they just paint the poles with a new coat of paint? I think the poles want some new shirts on too. 

That's all la. Nothing much to say now. I feel stressed. =S