Tagged By Yu-"H"Jun

There's no first question which means i have to do less of the tag :D

2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning?

Groggy? Well, I have 2 alarms, but I couldn't be bothered to wake up.

3. Who was the last person / people you took a photo with?
My parents?

4. Would you consider yourself spoiled?

How's your standard of considering some one as spoilt?

5. Will you ever donate blood ?
No, if I don't have to. Later those leeches use dirty needle ah......

6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?
Honestly, everyone is just at the same ranking in my friend list. Well, you could consider God as my best friend. =)

7. Do you want someone to be dead?
Haha.........Mahathir Mohammad

8. What does your last text message say?

Yu-Jun: Don't you get what is noon till evening?

9. What are you thinking right now?
Thinking of somebody.

10. Do you want someone to be with you right now?
Maybe not.

11. What was the time you went to bed last night?
12.35am

12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?
Somewhere in Subang Parade.

13. Is someone on your mind right now?
That's for you to find out

14. Who was the last person(s) who text you?
Yu- Jun

Taggy here, taggy there, now wake up before you get splashed.
1. Hui Wei
2. Timothy Yeo
3. Koh I-Ern
4. Nicole
5. Yan Er
6. Jamie
7. Yu-Jun
8. James Broke "I think i left out an 'o' on purpose"
9. Adam Lambert
10. Kay-Li

15. Who is no.2 having a relationship with?
The plump girl named ameezra, amedaERSra (give up lah. No idea how to spell her name.)

16. Is no.3 a male or a female?

Male

17. If no.7 and no.1 get together , would it be a good?
Possible. But Yu-Jun will be feeling left out by the other targets.

18. What is no.1 studying about?
I don't know. If the No.17 statement was correct, then I'll say that no. 1 is studying about Yu-Jun. =]

19. When was the last time you chatted with them?
I hate messenger.

20.Is no.4 single?
According to miss satay, she's with jitty.

21. Say something about no.2.
He's obsessed with i-phones

22. What do you think about no.3 & no.6 being together?
Oooh, lets go pardy!!

23. Describe no.9.
He is a gigolo.

24. What will you do if no.6 n no.7 fight?
That wouldn't possibly happen. Yu-Jun will rise his white flag before the land lady even sees him. Well, or maybe yu jun will cry because he'd cried badly when no.6's blog was dead.

25. Do you like 8?

Not really. That white critisized th chinese as ugly people. Well, that's why Charles Brooke looked so old.

Kuala Terengganu

                      Casuarina Durian
China Town
         The sexy beach
The special lamp

Just got back today. Well, nobody swam in the sea as the wind and water current is very strong. The deluxe rooms we stayed which are facing the sea was getting closer to the sea year by year, caused by erosion. The whole night, the only thing you can hear is the water hitting the beach and the boulders, and guess what, Pulau Bidong was just opposite our rooms. Pulau Bidong, one of the scenic and uninhabited islands off located off Kuala Terengganu, is often remembered as the temporary home of the Vietnamese boat people who fled their war-torn country in the 1970s. Out of the estimated 800,000 Vietnamese who left their country during this period, the biggest proportion, more than a quarter of a million, landed on our shores. Yes, this is the famous island portrayed in the controversial movie Turtle Beach (starring Joan Chen) but no, none of the refugees were murdered by the local fishermen. The UNHCR and International Red Cross was on hand to protect the safety of the refugees, then gazetted as a protected area by the Malaysian government. We were wondering if the waves were strong enough, the next morning, we'd be floating next to Pulau Bidong.

The people there were mostly Malays, well, couldn't do much about that. The roads there had no drainage system, so, when it rains, the water will flow to the inner land, get stuck there, and POOFF! Stagnant water. The beach was not very clean, the sand was mixed up with other types of gravel. There were Casuarina trees there, their acorns looked like tiny durians, so cute and brown. The sea water there is very "alive", as what the people there said.

And on Mayday, also Labour's Day, we went for a stroll by the beach. And to my horror, there was a chicken head on a short tree stick, and there was another piece of meat a few metres away.the room I suspected that the two Malays were trying to attract the crabs. But this certainly isn't the right way to catch them. It will slowly pollute the beach. You can call them anything you like, as it was one stupid yet ridiculous way. And the food, they were all halal. Well,the first night we had a pizza, fried rice with keropok lekor, satay and hot spicy paddy chilli sauce, and a plate of fruit rojak, also spicy. The resort was a nice place to hang out, but the rooms were poorly maintained, as the old owner of the resort made the room rates so low that all the lower class people starts coming in. The workers there were INEFFICIENT. One word would explain everything. They only cleared the rooms at about 1.30 pm. And the bathroom was not very the clean. The shower cubical was so small that I kept on knocking the glass doors. There were a few stains here and there, and the room looked so dark. One of the lamp was bulbless, so I had to depend on only 3 dim lights. The lamp shade was made out of rattan, so it blocked like 50% of the light. Instead, I inverted the lamp shade and the room was more like a room. 

I stayed in a room alone while my parents stayed in another room. Well, each room only has two beds. The next day, my dad's friend chit-catted with us. Later in the afternoon, we went to town in my dad's friend's car. It was a company car, a Perdana Executive. The leg space at the back was awesome, it was so DAMN BIG. It's kind of like a limousine, and I still remember those old Proton Saga limousines, there were like elongated in length and some were even like broken into half and joint back again, adding some extra black material there. Anyway, the car's acceleration was not all that good. Even though there were only four of us, the car moved as if each of us were a tonne. In fact, we got a free lift. If we were to follow the taxi to town, it would cost 120 ringgit to and fro. Pretty expensive, and in China Town, we ate and visited some shops. One of the shops there sold antics. The old charcoal iron was for sale too. But we did not buy anything, afraid that those things maybe replicas.

Later, we went to a coffee shop, where it was famous for it's iced-drinks. It's kind of like Slurpee, but this is real fruit, so nice and refreshing. We even had some dim sum and a pot of claypot chicken rice. The dim sum was not really good, the Char Siew Pau was filled with so much fats in it. And the Lo Mai Kai was sweet, compared to its original taste, well, maybe that's the Terengganu style.

The keropok Lekor in Terengganu was supposedly better than the ones in Kelantan. The Terengganu one has more fish meat in it, whereas Kelantan's contains more flour. Then we went to this Taman Tamadun Islam, there are actually the replicas of mosques around the world. There were only like one Chinese family there other than us, well, my father's friend said the place is actuallt one of the nicest place in Terengganu. We even visited the place where the Monsun Cup was held, near the river mouth. At night, we had barbaque buffet, also known as "Pasar Malam Night". I have no idea why there called it that way. Anyway, I ate till I was bloated. All the prawns, fish, squids.........et cetera. Uncle Sreward (hope I spelled his name correctly) came by after that. He is a hotelian. He is one of the person in charged of the place. He is new, as his company just bought over that place.I think he's quite an interesting guy. He drank tea with honey with my dad. At 5:57 am, I woke up, earlier than my phone alarm. Good biological clock. =]. It was so freaking cold, I shivered in a warm bath. That night, it rained, and the sound of the sea distured my sleep. At the airport, I was still shivering, like some tiger in North Pole. I didn't t7akebreakfast. And when I reached back home, with was hours from the time I wrote this post, I was dizzy, feeling a bit weird. We flew in firefly, a small little cute shiny firefly. Haha. The plane was new, the seats were like leather. And it is one of the safest plane on Earth. It has this ability to glide on water, not like other jet powered planes, there would just sink like a rock. Simple yet fun holiday.

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.