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Ingredient:

1. Green apple, sliced. Remove the core. 

 

 

Lightly pan fried with butter to produce the savory flavor and aroma. 

 

 

2. 175mL (half of a cup) of soy milk + egg + one teaspoon of sugar

mixed well.

*I drink all sort of soy milk which available from Coles Supermarker, except those lite, low fat. Go for the original for better taste*  

 

 

3. Four slices of thick cut raisin toast. (breakfast for two)

the toast is lightly coated with the mixture.

 

  

Pan fry with butter  

 

 

The toast is then topped with the apple slices and sprinkled with [generous amount of]sugar. You can add maple syrup or honey too for the sweetness. I added plenty of honey after I am a ‘SWEET’ person in the morning, most of the time.

 

 

Easy done!!!

Yeah.. it is a very simple receipe, yet I post FEW photos for this entry to compensate my previous entry. I feel bad for the previous cheap photoless post (and myself). It is sooo not me for not using photo(s) in my entry.

Don: A cuppa?

Me: Yes, please! Tea, please.

Don: Sugar? Milk?

Me: No thanks. I like it dark–no sugar. no milk.

Don: WOW! You are cheap!! Easy to keep! Good!! Good!!

 

So.. I am a cheapo. and easy to maintain too.

I’m trying to spend some money recently, for no particular reasons, or probably just for the sake of spending money(?) I went to Carousel.. I walked around. But I spent nothing at the end. *hormonal*

Everytime I go shopping, I keep asking myself: do you NEED that? or do you WANT that?

Turn out, nothing much I really need when I manage to justify the differences between NEED and WANT. *save money*

Erm..maybe I haven’t got enough money too; if I have lotsa money that I can go crazy with..I probably won’t even bothered to ask those questions. Kian texted me the other day, asking me to go shopping, go buy some things, and he wanted to pay for them. I said, is OK. I don’t really need them. WHAT DE!!?? *i know this is what you are thinking at the moment*  But really, how much things you really NEED in your life?

Anyway.. cheap maintenance aside.

I just finished an exam. Having a short break now. *quite boring*

Not much updates recently ‘cos I still busy being a bummer.

Doing nothing constructive–clean up the house, laundry, catching up with friends, sleeping in for abit sometimes, thinking what to cook for dinner when the sun rises, Kian’s lunch box, notting down grocery list, still gone siwmming in raining days, uploading  few photos while I am boiling the pasta, waiting for laudry… No time constrict. I really enjoy being a bummer.

Yep,a few photos for upcoming posts. You will be amazed how I define ‘a few’,  and we shall wait and see

 

 

 

Currently enjoying hot Cintan Mee (noodle) with an egg…

 

 

Listening to I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) , and enjoying a little bit of laughter.

Woohoo! I’ve finished my second clinical placement. 7-weeks full time internship. Er, not really 7 weeks for me. I threw few sickies in here and there, so I guess it had been 6 weeks or so?

I have such a great time working in Gossie even there is no money coming in and filing up my broken wallet. Heck! It was all about experience, and I have a fantastic one! What else I can ask for?

Last day at work. Thank Buddha, it wasn’t all emotional. We all know we are going to see each other in real soon. Plus, I’m sick (again). My brain aint functioning well for almost everything. pfft.

Anyway… last day at second placement.

 

 

I received a few pressie from the staffy… Look! There are sunflowers everywhere–the ballon and the card. I love sunny things.. yellow=sunshine=happiness=YAYness!!  

 

 

The card got lotsa writtings from the staffy.

Preceptor: 

 

 

She is very nice. She was the one help me to get a job for my next year pre-reg. 

 

 

Best thing about her is.. *ahem*. Look at the marks she gave me. soooo wondeRRRRful, right? I just couldn’t help to save this copy of marking assessment before sending back to uni. This will be  museum collectable item in 10 years time

9/10, 10/10… oh doh! The almost perfect 99.9999% me *shiok-ness* Comment me until sooo good. I seriously kembang besar–just like the ballon.

 

 

Manager: 

 

 

 

 

Other staffy: 

 

 

We always spank each other arses.  

Looking at my photos.. need I say more about those crazy things I’ve done at work? hehe.

 

 

 

 

another one… 

 

 

 

 

Sweet

 

 

 

 

Gorgeous babe and me 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is a card with lotsa writtings. Aw man.. I ‘ve been reading it all over and over since I got it. I briefly read thru’ the card at work ‘cos I didn’t wanna ‘cry’ at work. deep down in my heart…my tears flow like no-body-business. *what a sentimental biatch I am*

Alllllas! How can I not being touched and sentimental? They even gave me a big comfy slipper in for me as farewell. I was soo happy and excited, and guess what? I wore them once I jumped in the car, drove them all the way home. If I were permited, I probably would wear them the moment I got ‘em at work. Haha! so comfy.

 

 

and it is YELLOW!! My favourite sunshine color!

I feel soooo loved.

 

This post got me into thinking for abit.  

BOX 1: 18 or so

Ryan celebrated his 18th birthday last week. 18 is a legal number. Big deal hey. But it wasn’t for me. I have no idea what I did. I completed high school, gotten myself another kick-arse results. Dad and mum were proud of me. But I clearly remember my feeling; I was numb. It was soooo miserable for me at that time. I didn’t really know where I ended up going after that.

 

 

18 wasn’t legal in back home, I still managed to sneak into the pubs, night clubs with my college friends.  *notty*

 

 

It was another learning experience for me–transforming myself from nerd to geek(?)  

 

 

I was in Penang. I partied quite abit, except my parents weren’t there.  My dad never restrict me much, as long as I’m doing well, I am protecting myself, everything is fine.

 

  

 

 

I didn’t go thru much on my 18, if i studied abit harder, I probably won’t be sitting here doing drugs, I guess. But hey! no regrets. 

 

 

BOX 2: Twenty something.

Time flies.

I don’t mind telling people how old I am. The thing is, when you tell ppl the exact numbers, people have certain expectation from you. Especially ppl like me got baby face *cough* and it is not easy to tell my age. Once they find out, their eyes screen your head till the bottom of your toe. AH!!!! They think your age doesn’t match your face.. then the bitchness kicks in,  they will then expect you to get married by now, pregnant *touch wood*, or at least you have an unit or something.

Do all these matter? *celaka sial*

Hey! I am 20-something, so what? *yeah lahhhh! so WHAT?*

I’m going out with Kian for 6 years, I just about finish uni this yr, I’m not married yet, I haven’t buy myself a unit, no much penny in my saving account (AUD4.89 is numbers to be exact). But hey, I am happy. I’ve done quite abit. Maybe they aint outstanding achievement or anything. But everything I do, I do it well.

You see, you see..this is what I call ‘pressure’ from those stranger aunties. =.=|||

 

 

 Alas…self-denial number one here. OK, I admit. I do get worried abit. I am 20-something. I’m in love and I feel loved all the time. But still, I have nothing. Love is not bread rice,right? It wont “fuel” you up. *Chinese eats rice more than bread*

 

 

 

I don’t know where my optima optimistic  mentality had lead me to? The happy simple and contented life or the reality world that talk about money all the time? pffft

 

 

BOX 3: Nearly 30 or over.

I am not sure what’s happening down the road. I was asked by a friend, can you see yourself in 5 years time? Wau lau? You think what? I have magic eyes ah? See, another denial fact. I just don’t want to admit I’m  20-something, and I have to make important decision in my life– what to do? where to go?  Deep down, I am younger than 18. A hopeless 18. *sigh* yet happy *wink*

Hang on a sec.. general speaking, ppl in their 30s meant to be doing well in their career? what happen if they don’t? How do you actually judge your age to the society standard? Is that neccessary anyway?

The more I talk about this age thingy, the more I freak myself out.

“ONE POWER BALL FOR ME PLS!!”

BOX 4: the 40-ish.

The dude behind the mask is *ahem* 

 

 

It was a dress-up birthday party. As you can see..there is an alien walking around town. 

 

 

I never get any worrier for this 40 something thingy. My mum is in her 40s. She looks perfectly beautiful still for her age. Ppl think she is in her 30s. I am happy! I have her gene.  So, no worries myte.

 

 

Alas.. 18, 20 ish, 29, 30, 42 are all beautiful numbers. As long as you have done enough for the day, collecting the good karma, I guess we all will be fine, right?

Seriously? Seriously… Seriously!!?? Serisouly. (?)

 

It is OK, if you don’t think I am funny, I am a nice person, I am a geek and sometimes I am more like a nerd. bla bla bla.

It is OK, if you don’t think I am a generous person who because I religiously donate my blood every 3 months.

It is OK, too if you don’t even remember me. We all shall let by gone, be by gone. I am not worthy, anyway.

 

 

It is OK if there is no funeral, no potrait, no flower… dust shall gone back to where it originally came from.

However, it is NOT OK if I have to be remembered as a chubby gal. That is soooo NOT OK!

 

So, how you like to be remembered when you are dead? *touch wood*

 

 

I never admited I am a book-worm, because I am not really one. I enjoy reading, as much as I enjoy party/night life. When I am by myself, I enjoy carrying a book with me, and read it slowly.

The time when I read heaps it was the time when I was still living with my mum and dad. That’s the place where I have my own room, own cupboard, and a big space underneath the bed that able to keep few more boxes of books.

It was the time I gone crazy with Chinese literature, too.

*part of my collection*

 

 

I have heaps of super old literature from my mum and uncles. These books were collected since ~1970s. Mum read them in high school, then passed over to her brother, and then me, I suppose. 

 

 

I was a big fan of Jing1 Yong1 since I was 12, 13 years old. I am a slow reader, still I am. But I managed to finish reading ONE book/night. That’s how insane I was. The author writes beautiful stories–combination of war, politic, romance, religions, UH! It was absolutely fantastic! 

 

 

Among these book, this is one of my favorite: ‘A-Q Zheng4 Juan4′. It had been categorised as mild politic literature. I kept reminding myself I won’t be one of the Chinese character from this book. I want to get out from the shadow of traditional conservative oriental society. This explains well why I didn’t survive well when I was a teen. I questioned and I raised my voice alot in a conservative society. I wanted to know WHY I couldn’t really do what I want. Because of my age? because I was a girl? Because of WHAT?

Thanks go to both my very understanding parents..They both understand what the kids really need, and what we should deserved. We were very lucky to be educated in different way.

 

 

Another favorite of mine: Chou3 Rou4 de Zhong1 Guo2 Ren2. (translate: The Ungly China Chinese People)  

 

 

During my junior high, it was the time I started looking for a religion. I thought I needed one. I knew religion could be a BIG thing in my life, and it can be a forever-ever thing as well. I wanted to make a right decision like how you want to choose the right boyfriend/husband   so I started and did plenty of research. I read approximately 200 religious literature in 365 days. Finally, I’ve choosen Buddha. *amitaba*

 

 

It is the only religion that says you don’t need a religion if you don’t need one. Everything you do are depend on yourself, there is no gods (and fear). The results are purely depend on you (and karma). The whole universe is closely linked. bla bla bla. Lotsa educaters (including myself *ahem*) reckon Buddhism, strictly speaking is not a religion, it is more to a Philosophy, Education.

 

 

Beside politics, religions..I enjoy movie literature. ‘Ba4 Wang2 Bie2 Ju1′ is one of them. The story involves the romance between two men. Read that when I was 14. I remember I cried at the end of the story. Siao! Love is everywhere..woman, man are all human being. *sob sob* 

 

 

Oh well, I am not a drama queen after all. I do read lotsa HAPPY books. I always enjoy jokes, funny stories.. they just keep me going and going. And yes! Chinese do have the funny side of them, not everyone are bored and dry like an old prune.  

 

 

Speaking of dry old prunes…those ‘Lao3 Zi, Kong3 Zi, Meng4 Zi, Zhuang1 Zi’ are the old prunes back in 3 milleniums ago. When I was in junior high, I knew they were bunch of nice people who wrote nice literature..heck! I never undestood what was going on, so I read them in comic version.  :)

 

 

Beside, PING TAN comic is my favorite. All time favorite. The author origin from Bukit Mertajam, (not quite) graduated from Jit Sin High School. He is a legend.  

 

 

Magazine was one my obsessions. Jiao Feng is one of them.

 

 

They were collected since 1994..I back-date purchased from the  puplishcation. 463 edition was a gift from Li3 Jing4 De2, an author from the magazine. He is a Buddhist Sangka named Shi4 Kai1 Yi4.

 

 

488 Edition was the ‘last’ edition back in 1990s. But Jiao Feng was reborn after years!! Hoooray! There is no way Malaysian Chinese literature can go without Jiao Feng.  

 

 

I did write too. This is the only piece of crap work. I couldn’t find the rest of them. Back in old days, I wrote everything on paper (gao4 zi3), and send them to puplishcation. Everytime they pay me , my parents would top up the same amount money. Hence this was how I manage to buy soooo many books at my teen.

 

 

Writting and reading is not about money…it is part of the friendship. Sometimes, I received cards from local authors, they gave me the motivation to keep me going. How cool is that? I feel loved. 

 

 

 

Do you still remember Got One Magazine? This is their FIRST edition (pulishcation) ever! I’m still having it! Is this “Got One” same as the Got One Mag from internet? 

 

 

Now if you asking, what am I reading. A.M.H — Australian Medicine Handbook.

Pharmacology is my new religion, I workship Pharmacotherapy, and I practice Code of Ethic of Pharmacy. and and and..I am a nerd! –noooooo way!!!!

I still read bits and pieces everywhere, somehow I am still not the person who can go along with iBooks. Erm..where is the good ol’ day literature?  

I don’t read as much as I did… but I do pick up one or two, and make use of them. Life is too short for other crap, if you know what I mean?

So now you tell me..what’s your favorite literature?