Tooth Fairy In The Making

Saturday, December 30, 2006


I went shopping this afternoon in my vain attempt to try to make myself feel better.

Every dress and top I tried made me look fat and nothing attracted me.

Incidentally, there are heaps of fake stuff around the place. Fake bags, fake jewelry, fake shoes - you get the drift.

I'm still depressed.


Screw Ups

I hate irresponsible people.

I don't care if you go and screw up your own life. Hey, that's your life - not mine. But when stuff you do affects my life and the life of others, that's where I draw the line. When are you going to grow up and spare the rest of us innocent bystanders?

You call and expect people to bounce up like perfectly trained dogs, waiting and happy to be of service to you. You may be able to do that to other people, but let me tell you I will not let you do that to me.

I am not your slave. We're not talking about one or two times here. We're talking all the time. All because of your selfish acts.

I am no eager pet.


Raped And Murdered

Parents: What are you wearing?
Me: A v-necked t-shirt?
Parents: Do you want to get raped and murdered?

Me: Could you just drop me off at the shopping centre so that I can shop if you don't want to go with me?
Parents: What? Alone?
Me: Yes?!?!?!
Parents: Do you want to be raped and murdered?
Parents: Don't you read newspapers? It has happened before!

At this rate, probably 80-90%, if not 100% of women in this country has been raped and murdered.

I want to go back to Australia and live in peace.



Thursday, December 28, 2006

My Room

I know I should be posting up pictures of cakes and shopping items but the truth is - I'm just way too lazy to do that right now. So everybody would just have to wait.

I've been cleaning up my room for the past two days. It's amazing how many things I have. It makes me wonder how did my parents let me buy so many of the exact same things i.e. jigsaw puzzles (my room is almost completely covered with them), hourglasses and various other small collectible knick knacks. Have finally gotten over obsession and have packed everything to be given away to a new generation of kids to enchant them the way it enchanted me when I was a innocent doe-eyed 12 year old.

I cleaned up for a few reasons:

1. According to feng shui it's good to clean up your room and be as neat and tidy as possible for positive chi to flow into your life. My mom calls it plain common sense and she could have told me that.

2. I wanted to create space for my bags. They've been homeless long enough.

3. I'm currently bored out of my mind.

Lately all I've been doing is watch Scrubs, stupid shows like "My Own" on MTV and eat.

Shall make an effort to be more productive.


Monday, December 25, 2006

Christmas Eve

Every year I get a present from overseas from a friend who would send a Christmas gift and a birthday gift every year faithfully. This year - the gift has not arrived.

I guess I feel empty - no card no nothing.

Doesn't help that me and my parents have been snapping at each other since early morning when I put on a top that was deemed 'obscene' by them (it had sleeves and was v-neck). I spent the whole morning in church pointing out similarly 'obscenely' dressed people and spent the afternoon fuming.

The rest of the night was spent continually bickering. It was like an annoying mosquito that refused to go away. Everything from my attitude about my housemate 'When I was in university they paired us up randomly and I never had any problems' to my clothes yet again 'Look at X. That's my idea of a decently dressed girl'.

I could scream.


Saturday, December 23, 2006


Things people have been saying around me lately:

Friend of Mom's: Your daughter doesn't look like a dentist at all. I mean, she looks normal.
Mom: What were you expecting?
Friend of Mom's: I don't know... someone... bigger and less fragile?

Since when did dentists have to be big and beefy? Hmph.

Mom: Have you heard? Mrs A's daughter is dating a 32 year old man who is supposedly studying theology. She's your age!!! *scandalized*
Me: Uh huh. So what?
Mom: 32!!! Theology!!! I doubt he's really doing that. Most likely he's an older man preying on innocent young girls.
Me: So I suppose if he's 32 but a successful say... neurosurgeon or orthodontist it wouldn't be a problem? *amused*
Dad: *cutting in* No normal successful neurosurgeon or orthodontist would be single at 32. Don't be ridiculous.

That statement struck me as very true.

Me in boutique: Ohh, there's a Prada bag here. Must be fake.
Salesperson: Yeah, it's fake. But it's AAA quality from Korea.
Me: Well, you can still see the difference, but it's a pretty good copy.
Salesperson: What about the bag you're carrying? Is it real or fake?
Me: Does it look real or fake to you?
Salesperson: *appraisingly* You don't look like you're local. You sound like a Singaporean or a city girl. I'm going to guess it's real.

I was born and raised in a small town. Does 4 years abroad do this to a person? Or maybe it's just merely because I spoke English in a town that is dominated by mandarin?

Sometimes I am a stranger to myself.


Thursday, December 21, 2006

Vegetarian Pau

After a long hiatus from the kitchen due to me being indisposed for a greater part of 2 weeks, I'm back pottering about again. Here's some vegetarian pau me and my mom made a couple of days ago.

The skin looks a bit rough but the texture is wonderful - nice and soft. The secret is to use pau flour. I ate 4-5 for dinner as well another 3 as in between snacks.

Packing on the pounds.


Tuesday, December 19, 2006

13 Year Old Me

I stayed with my aunt in KL and I have a cousin who is 13 years old. Her character is startlingly similar to mine.

She has a star and moon projector in her room so that when she sleeps at night her ceiling is glowing with stars and moons. I have glow in the dark stars and moons which I physically stuck on my ceiling.

She harassed her mother to get an iPod for her if she did well for her UPSR - and she got it. I harassed my parents to buy me a Palm for.. er.. just for the sake of it - and I got it.

She thinks it's psycho to want to buy designer bags. My 13 year old self used to agree with that notion - not anymore.

Sorry I haven't posted up my purchases. Too lazy to take photos and upload them. Still feeling tired from the trip.

Off to cook.


Monday, December 18, 2006

Shopping And The City

Shopped until I almost literally dropped. Too tired to really blog. Suffice it to say that I lost 1kg during this trip and I am contented.

More to come.


Friday, December 15, 2006

Where's My Shoes??

I'm going up to KL tomorrow. This should be a happy occasion.

Me: Where's my shoes?
Mom: How would I know?
Me: I left at least 10 pairs here!!!!
Mom: I don't see any. I don't remember you leaving any back here either.
Mom: *ignore mode*

I have no shoes to wear.

If that's not bad enough - I don't have clothes to wear. Everything I own apparently is not decent enough. Even a t-shirt with sleeves and slightly v-neck is considered obscene by my parents.

"Do you want to get raped?!"

Also, I'm only allowed to bring one bag and I can't decide which to bring. The best matching one is a tote.

"Do you want to be a victim of snatch theft?!"



Wednesday, December 13, 2006


When I was a kid I got tonsillitis all the time. I'll be struggling to swallow food and frequently my dad had considered sending me for a tonsillectomy - but he never did.

Throughout this year I had 3 attacks of tonsillitis - the current one being one of the worst ever. The tonsil is so swollen and there's an ulcer on it the size of a 5 cent coin. No, I am not exaggerating.

Every swallow is torture and I can't speak. Well, I can speak - with severe pain.

Dad thinks it's a high time to get it out.

I think so too.

In pain.


Tuesday, December 12, 2006


I thought that once I got out of the apartment I would be fine. Turns out that isn't true.

Mom: So, are u intending to get any clothes when you go up to KL this weekend?
Me: I suppose so, if there are any nice ones.
Mom: I heard MNG is a good brand and they always go on sale.
Me: MNG? NO.
Mom: What's wrong with MNG? *puzzled*
Me: Psycho housemate's favourite brand is MNG.

Then I cried.

I thought that I was over it - I'm out of the house and going to have a new start and all. But turns out some things go deeper than you think it does.

My parents think I'm too emotional and I take things too seriously.

I think that for the rest of my life, MNG clothes, her disgusting floral stinky perfume she uses, crocodile mittens and Burberry scarves will just be reminders of what I went through.

Very upset.


Saturday, December 09, 2006

Banana Cake

I never got round to baking a banana cake in Australia because of the ridiculous price due to the hurricane/tornado/whatever that destroyed most of the banana crops in Queensland. Happily, back in Malaysia a comb of bananas is only RM1.20 - AUD0.40! Hah! Which was why I baked a banana cake:

Decorated it with sliced bananas because my parents didn't want any icing on their cake. Apparently it's too rich and banana cake should be appreciated on its own.


Friday, December 08, 2006


I get stressed out when it's time to check my results.

It's the few seconds before the page flashes up and you stare at the numbers that is the most tense.

I woke up this morning and went to have a look at the results, and for one of the subjects there was no number. What was there was ***.

I panicked. That was the subject that I was worried I was possibly going to fail.

Turns out it was a false alarm. *** means the marks are unavailable.

Eventually found out I did pass after all.

I live to see another year in dentistry.


Thursday, December 07, 2006


Kaya is a South East Asian spread made from thick coconut milk, sugar and eggs. Because of it's richness in flavour (And calories. And cholesterol. And sugar. Basically everything bad), it's given the name kaya, which literally means rich.

I've tried out many recipes but I've finally managed to find one that makes a lovely dark brown kaya easily and quickly. By quickly I mean less than 3 hours.

Here's my end product on a slice of white toast. This is the traditional way kaya is served.

1 cup coconut milk
1 cup sugar
1 cup eggs

1. Pour half a cup of sugar into a heavy based pan. Have the flame at medium at the stove and stir until sugar is caramelized.
2. Mix coconut milk with the remaining sugar and pour into caramel mixture. Stir until smooth. Flame should be at its lowest to prevent burning.
3. Beat the eggs and add into the mixture last. Stir until mixture becomes thick and creamy.

If the egg curdles, the way to still get smooth kaya is to put it into a blender. Nobody will ever know. *wink*

Please note that this takes around 1-2 hours of constant stirring over the pot. Be prepared.


Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Oliver James

Spent last night watching "What A Girl Wants". I love feel good happy ending movies with hot guys.

Particularly like Oliver James.

It's annoying how hot guys seem so common in movies when in reality it's not the case.


Carrot Cake

Carrot cake sounds deceivingly healthy. It's easy to tell yourself that you're eating vegetables - therefore carrot cake is good for you.

I topped it off with cream cheese and popped some cherries that I brought back from Melbourne on it for the lack of any other ideas. I would have liked to model some marzipan carrots but there was no marzipan to be bought where I am for love or money.

Anyway, here's the photos:

Going to get my vegetable dose.


Monday, December 04, 2006

More Dreams

I had a funny dream last night.

I dreamt I was called to see my university professor - which I did - and he told me in no uncertain terms that I had failed every single subject miserably and had to resit for the sups.

Next scene was me in a car with a very old friend. We were just talking about the usual stuff and went for a walk around town. Next thing is he says we should go to London together for fun. I say yes - then remember that I have my sup paper the next day.

So I say no.

He then snaps at me saying that I had been toying with him all along and that I was a horrible person.




Sunday, December 03, 2006

Red Bean Soup

I love all the sweet chinese soupy desserts - they're so soothing and well... sweet. Which was why I got my mom to teach me how to make red bean soup.

I never knew making red bean soup was such a breeze. Just wash the beans, put it into a slow cooker with as much water as you would like (more for a watery soup, less for something thicker) and basically leave the cooker to do its job for about 2-3 hours until the beans are cooked. Then add sugar to taste and you're set!

I added thick coconut milk with some salt dissolved in it when serving. Here it is:



Saturday, December 02, 2006


A week ago I went to my friend's birthday party and left it at around 2.30am. We decided that we should take the taxi home because it was a 10 minute walk and we were half drunk and wearing high heeled shoes.

I got out onto the street, saw a taxi and waved. It stopped and we walked up to it - opened the door - and guess what? There was someone in it. My friend stared at the passenger, who stared back. And we both shut the doors (I opened the front door, my friend opened the back one) and fled. Not a word was exchanged.

Turns out the taxi stopped because there was a traffic light which we didn't notice because it was one of those side streets.

We laughed hysterically and caught another cab home.

In conclusion: look really hard before trying to get into taxis.


Friday, December 01, 2006


One of the things I really missed in Melbourne was currypuffs. I harassed persuaded my mother to teach me how to make them and they came out beautifully.

It's actually quite easy to make. The filling consists of onions, potatoes and minced chicken fried with garlic and lots of chilli and the dough was just a basic shortcrust. Here they are:

Me and my mom made 40 and my family (4 of us) finished them off in two days.

I think I'm getting fat.