I finished my project proposal outline at 5am. I passed out by the time I bound the shit.

Some crazy fucker called me at 9-ish am but hung up by the time I picked it up and never called back. The voice mail sounded mutilated, all I heard was “Kimberlee…chik chik”. I’m almost sure I could recognise the voice, it’s the fucker, lets call him blabbermouth, the fucker who doesn’t know shit but pretends that he does and bloody babbles like he does, just cause he had lived in Manchester for 4 years, probably as some bloody illegal immigrant.

He fucking ruined my plan to sleep until 3pm, wake up with a flat tummy and submit the shit. Now for some unknown reason, I can’t sleep, my tummy’s bloated from yesterday’s 6 course supper and I’m farting non-stop. And I’m bored and I want to eat. I will even pray now, just please, give me some sleep and bitter receptors for the tongue.

First of all, in spite of the little crazy episode I had with myself this morning (which prompted me to head to the bakery - bought 5 different kinds of crabmeat buns + a chocolate donut, ate ALL in 2 hours while watching Grounded For Life, The Casino and yes, Oprah), I received my result transcript from college. Guess what…I got FIRST CLASS for accounting. I repeat, first bloody class. I am speechless and I am almost sure that they must have made a mistake (though I definitely am not complaining). Anyone who has been reading my blog would know I am incredibly bummed when it comes to accounting (read here, here, here and here) and I skipped almost every class last year. So what can I deduce from this? Well…firstly, I am a genius and secondly, I am invincible.

I’m happy and giddy again.

Lets hop over to our next subject - Jaime’s birthday. You could read about it from ST‘s blog. My most memorable things about it were the sinfully delicious kiwi cake and the angmoh who was stuck in the 80s. He was awfully hilarious (read: squinching his skinny butt and pirouetting incessantly). Oh yeah, and I love the new bras I bought for Chinese New Year.

Now on to Zoukfest. I would say it’s not bad for my first rave. I wasn’t actually tipsy (Okay, I do hate beer and every other kinds of alcoholic beverages except Jolly Shandy and gin & juice - why the latter didn’t come through I don’t know :C ) so those music became quite annoying and monotonous after an hour. FA and I scurried off to Ghetto Heaven where we danced behind the stage, right at the entrance to main arena (probably annoying the cops). After 5 songs, I was collapsing but FA was still dancing, 3 times the speed of everyone else…Energizer bunny!!!! OMG if only you were a boy, we could hump up a storm…I LOVE YOUUUUUUU FA!!!! Read ST‘s account on it. I’m just going to rip some pictures from his camera. Oh and btw, my jacket is a genuine Nike and even IF it looked like some Chinese immigrant getup (which it doesn’t! it’s VINTAGE = classy, ok!) it’s still a NIKE and it cost me almost RM200, ok? Don’t hate me coz I’m beautiful…

i know. i know im supposed to update on the weekend - jaime’s bday, zoukfest and joey’s wedding. but i cant do jackshit now. i missed my 8am class. i really want to make it at 9am but the traffic is seriously fucked here. FUCKED. i repeat to demonstrate the enormity, F U C K E D. i wouldn’t be able to make it. argh fucking kills me, man. it’s not like i even went to bed late. wtf? just when i want to start the semester with a clean slate and perfect attendance, this has to happen.

First of all, in spite of the little crazy episode I had with myself this morning (which prompted me to head to the bakery - bought 5 different kinds of crabmeat buns + a chocolate donut, ate ALL in 2 hours while watching Grounded For Life, The Casino and yes, Oprah), I received my result transcript from college. Guess what…I got FIRST CLASS for accounting. I repeat, first bloody class. I am speechless and I am almost sure that they must have made a mistake (though I definitely am not complaining). Anyone who has been reading my blog would know I am incredibly bummed when it comes to accounting (read here, here, here and here) and I skipped almost every class last year. So what can I deduce from this? Well…firstly, I am a genius and secondly, I am invincible.

I’m happy and giddy again.

Lets hop over to our next subject - Jaime’s birthday. You could read about it from ST’s blog. My most memorable things about it were the sinfully delicious kiwi cake and the angmoh who was stuck in the 80s. He was awfully hilarious (read: squinching his skinny butt and pirouetting incessantly). Oh yeah, and I love the new bras I bought for Chinese New Year.

Jaime, ST and Suan.

Jaime cutting the cake I made

Jaime cutting the out-of-this-world kiwi cake.

Self-explanatory. I’m officially perfect.

Now on to Zoukfest. I would say it’s not bad for my first rave. I wasn’t actually tipsy (Okay, I do hate beer and every other kinds of alcoholic beverages except Jolly Shandy and gin & juice - why the latter didn’t come through I don’t know :C ) so those music became quite annoying and monotonous after an hour. FA and I scurried off to Ghetto Heaven where we danced behind the stage, right at the entrance to main arena (probably annoying the cops). After 5 songs, I was collapsing but FA was still dancing, 3 times the speed of everyone else…Energizer bunny!!!! OMG if only you were a boy, we could hump up a storm…I LOVE YOUUUUUUU FA!!!! Read ST’s account on it. I’m just going to rip some pictures from his camera. Oh and btw, my jacket is a genuine Nike and even IF it looked like some Chinese immigrant getup (which it doesn’t! it’s VINTAGE = classy, ok!) it’s still a NIKE and it cost me almost RM200, ok? Don’t hate me coz I’m beautiful…

At the main room - I think

Clockwise from left: Me, Audrey, KY, ST, Great Faggot and Saint.

So cold I had to get cosy with Aud.

Freezing to death but had to take a few un-bakchang pictures

And on to Joey’s wedding. She was really beautiful and Vincent was glowing as well. By the end of the dinner, Vincent’s pissed and was speaking in Italian. He also said something alone the line of, “Don’t worry I can still light my candle tonight”. Food was mediocre at best and the air-con was kind of whacked, but the point of wedding dinners is to celebrate a happy union so I ain’t going to talk negatively about it (which sadly, seems rather popular among fellow chinese nowadays). Not going to pile on any bad karma now, would I? Pictures soon.

I woke up this morning in time for Jamie Oliver’s cooking show and I got bitten by the baking bug. He was giving out this really simple chewy chocolate cake recipe and coincidentally, I have most of the ingredients needed. So, I baked a cake.

There are two because I didn’t want the cake to be too thick. Anyway, I think it’s pretty good, cause I already ate half of cake number one. I just had a piece from the fridge, oh my gawd the texture tasted like brownie, solid but chewy. Yum…

In case you like to know the recipe :

• 200g of sugar and 200g of butter beaten till creamy.
• Add 200gm of self-raising flour and beat again (I used ordinary flour and 2 teaspoon of baking powder).
• Fold in 3 eggs.
• Dissolve a couple of tablespoons of cocoa powder with water and add into the batter. (I used melted cooking chocolate instead).
• Fold in almond flakes (which I didn’t) and chocolate chunks (which I did).
• Pour into pan and bake for 20 mins at 180 degree celcius.

Thought I was going to bring the other one for the gang. Turned out Jaime’s celebrating her birthday in Bangsar tonight so I’m bringing the cake there instead.

I’ve opened a Multiply account. Go check it out :D

Who’s going to Zoukfest tomorrow? I am. Lets party!!!!!!!!!!!!

I nicked too much chocolate batter and ate too much chocolate cakes. ARGH. Gonna go workout now. Peace.

I’m supposed to be freaking out over my papers now, but as usual I can’t help but be permeated by insignificant thoughts. So, brace yourself, boring post ahead. Kim needs to do some regurgitating.

Kids who try to be all sophisticated and mature. I can’t stand them. Why? Cause I can see right through them and I have their psyche at the tip of my finger. I confess, I was one of those kids, I dressed up like a 40 yr when I was barely 16 (actually I still kinda do, but at least it’s no more on purpose). Took a bus to Coffeebean so I could sip fumigated coffee while flipping through imported magazines that I couldn’t afford. Spoke with flawless grammar and gave every word a thought before I uttered it. Read business journals eventhough I didn’t know fuck.

It was nice for a while, until it hit me. That whatever I do, I would never be able to match up to people who have truly experienced life. That my life’s turning into a chore. I realised that despite the apparent attention bestowed, they could see right through me as how I can see right through them kids now. It was a revelation. I made a silent vow to rekindle friendships and experience things that I’ve missed out on. And I haven’t been happier since.

Then there are those who are hopeless backstabbers and gossipmongers. Not to forget, the ones suffering from inferiority complex so severe that they can’t help but to bad mouth others in order to redeem themselves. Sometimes, I’m glad I’ve had encountered those people. For without them, today I wouldn’t be able to sniff any out and keep my distance.

Oh, and I definitely can’t tolerate people who can’t take a bloody joke. Like please, I’m not even cussing your parents! I thought I’ve seen the zenith, but imagine my horror when I encountered a supposedly smart person who got all worked up over a monkey joke. I pondered it over and I figured it’s probably due to jealousy. That I’m smart and pretty vs she, smart and ugly. ROTFLOL. Before you judge me, that was a joke :)

Humility goes a long way, even if you fake it.
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I was passed the baton from my favourite angmoh, ST

1. What is the total amount of music files on your computer?
12.

2. The CD you last bought?
A rip-off. Moby - We Are All Made of Stars.

3. What was the last song you listened to before reading this message?
Ja Rule ft R.Kelly & Ashanti - Wonderful

4. Write down five songs that you often listen to or that mean a lot to you.

1. Radiohead - Creep
I had a phase.

2. Charlene - Never Been to Me
Am all for simplicity.

3. Alicia Keys - If I Ain’t Got You

4. Benny Benacci - Satisfaction
Hornifying.

5. Rod Stewart & Cher - Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered
“Horizontally speaking, She’s at her very best.” Need I say more? LoL.

5. Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and why?

1. Kavi - Want to find out which is bigger, her collection of books or music.
2. Andreas - Original wow man himself, what music makes him goes “wow”.
3. Jayna - Must honour the sorority.