We scream for vanilla cream!

Vanilla knocks my socks off.



Don't you jus adore that smooth, cool, milky rich sensation you get when you get that first lick of gorgeous vanilla cream? It's like getting zoomed into a whole new dimension where the the fantastic tastes fuse together to produce this mind-blowing burst of fantastic flavour. Vanilla, the true essence of happiness.

Weird as it is, i prefer those nice, big vanilla cones you get from street shops rather than the ones from Scoops or Desserts. In my opinion, homemade ice-cream beats fancy cones anytime. For some reason, there's something lacking in expensieve vanilla ice-cream. They give me these itsy-bitsy little portions and expect me to pay RM6 for something i can barely even taste? No thank you.

Of course, that only applies to certain, stingy, ice-cream people.

Damn you Haagen-Dazs and your ultra expensive ice-creams. (and what kind of flavour is Cookie Dough Chip!?)

So far, the best vanilla ice-cream i've tasted in Kuching is from Everise. And they give quite reasonable portions too, for only RM1.20 per cone! See, cheap ice-cream doesn't mean bad ice-cream. Sunny Hill ice-cream is also quite good, the only problem is that they give them in tiny little scoops, abit pricey too. It's homemade though so it has a lighter taste than the one from Everise.

I, for one, like vanilla ice-cream to be rich. One of the few gourmet ice-cream places i like is Swensen's but sadly, they don't have it here. They have all these gorgeous towering temptations like our family favourite, the Coit Tower:


- tower of Vanilla and Chocolate ice cream, strawberry and chocolate fudge toppings, fresh banana slices and almonds.

Eating out at Swensen's is a MUST whenever we make a trip back to Singapore. It's usually one of the first things to do on our itinerary.

Mum: Okay all of you get $30 each.

Us: Ah!? Why so little?

Mum: We need the extra money to go to Swensen's! If you want more then we don't go. Okay?

Us: (gasp) $30 is perfect :)

They have these awesome flavours too like the authentic French Vanilla. I have yet to try it but when i do, i bet it's gonna be great. It has this beautiful cream colour that sets it apart from today's pure-white vanilla. That's how vanilla ice-cream should really look like! Mmm.. just writing about it is making my mouth water. The only problem is that my piggy bank's sounding a tad bit hollow after i bought that panda shirt for almost RM30. For those people like me who aren't big on saving there is another alternative:

Making your own ice-cream! :D

There are many homemade ice-cream recipes that you can find on the internet. Here's one i found for some of you who love rich chocolate ice-cream but don't have the moolah to buy an ice-cream maker like me. It's simple too : )

http://wendyinkk.blogspot.com/2008/03/chocolate-ice-cream.html

I'm still looking for that perfect vanilla ice-cream recipe that doesn't neeed an ice-cream maker. But for now, may all vanilla ice-cream lovers unite and spread the joy of this gorgeous mouth-watering, smooth, creamy, delicous, delectable and just oh-so-wonderful dessert.

I'm back! With updates.

Check it oooout!

Yes, i redid my page! After coming back to my blog a couple hundred of times i realised how dark and gloomy the whole thing was, coupled with the war raging on between my readers and haters in my comment box. The darkness of the comment box war was starting to spread throughout my page so i have sacrificed a reasonable amount of time to make my blogspot a happier place where people can enjoy reading my crap : )



All you poor haters are probably shaking your head and searching frantically for your precious war ground but i deleted it due to certain readers complaining to me about how distracting it was. Sorry dearies but i think you gotta spread your love in some other way. Besides, it really takes time to load. I rarely go on to my comment box though so if u ask me what's going on there, trust me, i have no idea.

Anyway, some of you have probably wondered if i have thoroughly disappeared off the face of the Earth but no, i am still alive and blogging. It's been a busy week. What with the endless train of tests and projects(kim and me are still struggling to cram 2 weeks worth of projects into a couple of hours) plus homework and american idol it's hard to find the right blogging mood. I'm sorry if there are weeks of empty gaps between posts but i have a life too you know. I'm a human remember? Not some blog-writing machine that feeds on coke and batteries.

I also removed the playlist caused it gave me this super-mega-ultra-bombshell headache after hearing it the last 892 times. You know that type of headache you get when a mosquito buzzes near your ear while you're trying to sleep? Imagine hearing it 892 times. At first you just shoo it off. By the 800th time, you're standing in ur backyard in your knickers yelling 'WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!? WHY ME!? WHY WHY WHY WHY-' and that's the part when you start pulling off your singlet and your hair and turn mad with insanity.

I'm thankful the week is finally over! Hopefully some bright new inspiration for my next blog post will suddenly flare into existence as i laze about sipping fruit juice reading Brisingr in front of the telly. It happens you know.

(skips off gleefully into the sunset with a can of cocacobaltgreentealicious)

In memory of Pepsi - 9/2/2009

We just buried Pepsi. I am crushed.

For some reason, there arent any tears falling. It's probably because i know he isn't suffering anymore. That thought is probably the only thing that's keeping me from crying i guess. I know it sounds really pathetic since he's just a damn gerbil and some of you probably killed off dozens of hamsters without as much as a squeak. But Pepsi's been with us from 3 years now and well.. it's hard to let him go just like that.

I didn't blog about Pepsi's progress because it pretty much kills me off just thinking about it. He had this infection around his genital area due to the poop sticking around that area and him not being able to get it off because of his broken leg. So the dirt and everything accumulated and became a nasty infection. It made me so sad just watching him. I would get up everyday and feed him this food i made myself from all the nutritious stuff he wud need to get his energy levels up. Guess my efforts weren't good enough.. sigh. I didn't know i would feel this horrible.

This is the first time i dealt with a real death. I had a litter of hamsters once and they all died. They were still babies though and i didn't reli feel much. Of course, this doesn't mean im some unfeeling rodent killer but well my gerbils are special okay.

I bet Cola is feeling just as crushed as i am. He's been really lonely living all alone in my room so im thinking of bringing his tank down here so he can see us everyday : ) Pepsi's death affected his too. He's not been running around much lately and keeps snuggling up on Arwah Pepsi's area. ('arwah' is the term muslims use to refer to someone who has passed on)

I guess it's all already fated. God wants to take his life and end his suffering and i thank Him for that. So much. I didn't know how long i could handle watching his pain.

I guess when you looks after something for some time, the love sort of grows on you unconsciously. It's hard to grasp the fact that nature will always have to take it's course no matter what you do. When it's time, there's just nothing you can do to stop it.

In memory of Pepsi,
For always being the cuddly, squeaky little furry friend he was.
May you rest in peace. Forever and always.

Valentines Day

Just look at those 'im-up-on-cloud-9' expressions and you know it. Looks like Cupid decided to spread his love early. Heh heh, the Valentine's Day magic has already settled and so, I have chosen to write a whole post in honour of this wonderous day even though i am not a Christian. Hardy har har.




Let's do abit of history first : ) I know, i can hear you all groaning there but hang on, this isn't any old history. I did some research on the internet about how Valentines Day came around and i bet you guys have no clue as to why you're handing around chocolates and cards expensieve enough to suck up 3 months worth of allowance around for free on this particular day.

Every February, all over the world, candy, flowers and gifts are exchanged between loved ones and all in the name of Saint Valentine. But who is this mysterious dude and why do we celebrate this holiday?

One legend tells us that Mr. Valentine here was a priest who served during the 3rd century in Rome. The emperor at the time, Claudius III was a real pain in the flugen. He, for some reason, decided that single men made better soldiers than those who had wives and families and outlawed marriage for young men to become his batch of potential soldiers. Saint Valentine soon realised the unfairness of the whole thing and continued performing marriages for young lovers in secret(go team Valentine!)

But then stupid Emperor Claudie found out about Valentine's actions and killed him. Boohoo : (

According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine' greeting himself. While he was in prison, it is believed that he fell in love with a young girl - possibly his jailor's daughter. And being the unmarried old geezer he was, decided to send her a sweet little love letter signed 'From your Valentine'. And this all happened during his confinement before his death sentence. Talk about tragic.

While some believe that Valentine's Day is celebrated in the middle of February to commemorate the anniversary of Valentine's death or burial — which probably occurred around 270 A.D — others claim that the Christian church may have decided to celebrate Valentine's feast day in the middle of February in an effort to 'christianize' celebrations of the pagan Lupercalia festival. But honestly, i have no idea.

(no religious offence intended)

On to more recent valentines-day-related topics :)

You all probably know that little half naked kid with the bow and arrow too. Yes, you know who. Cupid! The god of luuuuurve. Or so some people say. Not correct but you were pretty close! I was wondering how HE came into this whole Valentines day thing so i decided to google him.

Yes, Cupid. We all know him. We all love him. But who is he exactly?

He is known as a mischievous, winged child armed with bow and arrows. The arrows signify desires and emotions of love, and Cupid aims those arrows at Gods(??) and Humans, causing them to fall deeply in love. Cupid has always played a role in the celebrations of love and lovers bla bla bla.. we all know that. Let's just get to the point shall we?

In ancient Greece he was known as Eros, the young son of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty. To the Romans he was Cupid, and his mother was Venus and this is their story.

Once upon a time, there was this beautiful woman named Phsycho. Wait- no i mean Phsyche. She was really beautiful. Like gorgeous beautiful. Not just pretty beautiful. Well beautiful enough to make the god Venus so jealous she wanted to kill her anyway. And that was saying alot since Venus was already the God of Love. So Ms. Venus here ordered her son, Cupid to punish the girl. But instead, he fell deeply in love with her. He took her as his wife, but she as a mortal was forbidden to look at him. That is really really sad.

(the rest was taken from the website)

Psyche was happy until her sisters persuaded her to look at Cupid. as soon as Psyche looked at Cupid, Cupid punished her by leaving her.

Their lovely castle and gardens vanished too. Psyche found herself alone in an open field with no signs of other beings or Cupid. As she wandered trying to find her love, she came upon the temple of Venus.

Wishing to destroy her, the goddess of love gave Psyche a series of tasks, each harder and more dangerous then the last.For her last task Psyche was given a little box and told to take it to the underworld. She was told to get some of the beauty of Proserpine, the wife of Pluto, and put it in the box.

During her trip she was given tips on avoiding the dangers of the realm of the dead. She was also warned not to open the box. But temptation overcame Psyche and she opened the box. But instead of finding beauty, she found deadly slumber. Cupid found her lifeless on the ground. He gathered the deadly sleep from her body and put it back in the box. Cupid forgave her, as did Venus. The gods, moved by Psyche's love for Cupid made her a goddess.

Psyche and Cupid

And they all lived happily ever after..


THE END

Me: WAAAA!! That was s-so s-s-sweet! (sobsobsob)

You know what? I think this is where those corny love stories get their inspiration from.

Speaking of corn has led me to remember one more very obvious thing abt Valentines Day. The yummies! And speaking of yummies, i think we should at least touch a little bit on the CHOCOLATE section seeing as this is a very biiig part of VD.

So why chocolate?

Since the days of the Aztecs chocolate has been used as a gift. Today a box of luxurious quality chocolate says a thousand “thank you’s”, “good luck”, or “I love you”. Chocolate can be given as a way of saying “congratulations”, “I am sorry” or “get well soon”. On Valentine’s Day chocolate clearly says “I LOVE YOU!” Chocolate is more than just a food. It's a DRUG. What with it's seductive taste and addictiveness. You'd be crazy not to love this sensuous, oh-so-delectable dessert. But of course, it doesn't have to be pricey to be meaningful!

A cute little cadbury bar with a ribbon would be enough to satisfy your loved one. Unless of course, she has a thing for gifts that come with obscene price tags.



So before we part, i would really like to wish you all


A HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

Calling all haters

Looks like my blog has become a source of some commotion.

Why don't we get things straight one and for all? I don't expect anybody to react or do anything since this is just for my own benefit. You may keep your comments to yourself because frankly, complaining to me doesn't change anything. This is my blog, therefore i have all the rights to right whatever i want, however i want. You want to read my thoughts, go ahead i don't mind but just don't go leaving your dirty footmarks on my doorstep. Especially if you don't know what you've stepped in.

First of all, the most obvious mistake i would like to clear is the comment that someone made on my post 'Dancer's Bod' Dude, if you can't read i suggest you go take some english lessons on understanding passages.

The purpose of that post is to inspire all the big girls out there with bigger bods NOT to be afraid to show themselves. Not to point out that i am 'that perfect' like you said. Forgive me if i am mistaken but i believe i have not said a single thing about me being slim in that whole post. If yes, do point it out to me? In fact, if you look closely i am actually categorising myself as one of those bigger girls. Man, i feel like a kindergarten teacher explaning all this. OPEN YOUR EYES. Your comment made absolutely no sense and i laughed myself silly reading it.

Moral of the post: Accept your body for what it is and just 'embrace your awesomeness' dont be afraid to show who you are.

NOT

im a gorgeous sexy little princess and you bitches aint got nothin on me.

So please, i suggest whoever wrote this start reading more books cause my face hurts from smiling too much whenever i pass your cute little comment.

NEEEXT.

My other posts may have offended some of you but you know, i don't write anything other than the truth. Like i said, you wanted to read my thoughts and i allow it but dont go leaving your dirty footprints behind especially if you dont understand the whole thing. Before you start furiously writing down your angry comments in your blind rage, why don't you just think about it for a second? Try walking in the shoes of a girl and look from her perspective. And for the girls, have you ever thought that just maybe you HAVE been too materialistic? Or maybe you HAVE been treating a certain someone like dirt? There are other things in life you can enjoy you know.

My blog are my thoughts. They have no significance whatsoever to YOUR life and YOUR thoughts because you can choose whether to believe it or just chuck it away. YOU choose. Not me. I am simply writing what im thinking. You can choose whether you want to do something about it or just ignore it. I don't care what you choose because what does your choice got to do with me? Nothing.

I'm the author I write what I think, not what you think. So before you fire off at me again, just know one more thing:

WHAT I POST IS NONE OF YOUR BEESWAX.

PS: most of your nasty comments don't reli make much sense. maybe can ask mr. peter to teach you some of those cool shakespearian insults :D