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I blew Huai Bin’s whistle.

I know the title is a bit……but I couldn’t help it. ROTFLOL.

Look what I’ve got here…

At first, Paul alerted me of this comment made by some anonymous dumbfuck on Huai Bin’s latest post. Click for larger version.

Then the anonymous dumbfuck proceeded to shit at my site.

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The comments have since been deleted.

Needless to mention, I didn’t blow HB’s whistle (sorry, I just have to say it like that again, ehehehe). I may love his site…but not that much! I think his site is more interesting and educational than dajal. And no, I haven’t been influenced to do drugs eventhough I’ve been a loyal reader for more than a year.

I think the media has once again sexed things up and it is without a doubt, another plot to undermine the credibility of blogging. Of course, I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a plot to deviate attention from the current Squatgate. It’s only disheartening to see HB being made a scapegoat and I wish him the best of luck. Hope he would come out of this unscathed.

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Pancakes are uplifting.

I think…

I think I’m going to go make myself some fluffy pancakes.

This final year thesis is depressing me.

I can’t wait to graduate.

Pancakes are uplifting. My butt, literally.

++ Edit ++

Yeah, I freakin did it.

I freakin fried pancakes at the struck of midnight.

For all I know, I’m a wife material because I bloody cook your supper. Provided that I get to eat too.

Anyway, I’ve learnt a lesson. Don’t buy cheap electrical appliances. Cause the plastic flicker will snap on you when you want to whip eggwhites for fluffy pancakes.

Rotten Chinese plastic. Don’t ask about the stains, I can’t remember the last time I used that thing.

So I stole SariPartyGirl’s pancake recipe. This girl can cook with looks to boot. And her Bollywood boyfriend is damn hot, ok. Speaking of Bollywood, I have to convince my Mom to subscribe to next month’s Astro BoxOffice. Why? Because there is Aamir Khan! He IS SO SO SO SO HOT! I first knew him from Dil Chata Hai and since he’s been my object of fantasy for a number of times. Today, I saw the promo for The Rising: Ballad of Mangal Pandey. Oh. My. Gawd *pants*

Ok…back to pancakes :P

1. Whip the egg whites and salt till so fluffy it flows no more. Even with the bowl overturned.
2. Mix the yolks, cake mixture (I didn’t use flour cause I didn’t have any) and milk/water together.
3. Fold in the egg whites into the batter.
4. Mix well.

1. Put a dollop of batter onto a well-oiled wok (Sorry, typical chinese household with no non-stick pan).
2. It was fine, then I burnt the second pancake.

3. Next, I poured in so much oil I was practically deep-frying the thing.
4. Voila. Butter and honey topping.

1. Pancakes of different sizes = N00b cook.
2. Consume with care.
3. Chomp. chomp. chomp.
4. Verdict: I am the queen of pancakes.

Then I got guilty for breaking my diet and transfered the sin to my 13 year old brother. He’s growing anyway.

++ /Edit ++

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People with turd parents, Kavi and today’s boob watch.

This morning I went to the bank to deposit and withdraw money. It’s pretty fine until this fucker decided to stand right beside me while I was doing my business. What a rude idiot! I don’t know about you, but my Mom has always taught me to stand at least a foot behind the person using the ATM. I don’t want people to look at my depleted funds and I certainly hate to think that these fuckers do what they do because they’re preparing to pounce on me at some corner after getting an inkling about my PIN.

The difference between good parents and turd parents is 1 foot.

Kavi my babe came back from down under for her semester break. Apparently she’s pissed because I didn’t put “Meet Kavi” on my must-be-done-list. I told her that eventhough I didn’t write it down, it only meant that I remember it with sheer brain power. Hehehe. Oh and she bought me a bag of my favourite Bounty! :D

Kavi and moi.

We had delicious Vietnamese food at 1U. After lunch, we walked around the complex and stumbled upon the funniest thing of the day. Check out this banner at Dragon-I Restaurant…

The Chef looks damn manly and pro, right? He’s made it into the Guinness Book of Record, but I don’t know for what reason cause the words on the certificate were too small. Instead, they made something else extra big…

They have 2 or 3 of the same banner displayed at the shopfront.

I’ve actually seen the same banner a couple of months back. I can’t believe they’re still using it!

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