kek batik catastrophe and other short stories.

hello world, today i made kek batik!

(oh aren't you proud of yourself.)

okay, the thing is, i've been wanting to eat kek batik, or probably known as a marie fudge cake (totally googled that beetch) for the longest time but nobody seemed to sell it, probably because it's so frickin' easy to make.

well, easy for most people to make anyways. (you know something went wrong when someone says something like that haha)

so i googled the recipe, took thte first one i could find and proceeded to try and re-create the thing as if i have cooked/baked my whole life. it is actually quite easy, i do feel quite accomplished.

but...the cake didn't really turn out so well.

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while the recipe i chose from the internet was simple and do-able, it had no pictures and it was really very straight forward and...well, simple. the recipe failed to tell me that i needed to stir the chocolate mixture until it becomes really thick and goopy. it just said that after i've tossed in my eggs, stir for 30 seconds on low heat then close the stove and mix in the biscuits.

so i did what i was told to do, and now my cake is kinda gooey and runny, and not very batik looking. that was one disappointment. but heck, i did taste it after only 30 minutes in the fridge, i'm supposed to leave it in the fridge for 1-2 hours but heck i'm badass like that yeah. (lol)

another disappointment is the fact that the cake tastes too chocolatey. i was supposed to mix in a cup of milo and half a cup of cocoa powder but upon opening the tin of milo i found out that it had hardened into this solid black mass at the bottom of the tin which rendered it unusable.

so i had to make do with the cocoa powder. it's not too bitter, but it kinda tastes like chocolate cake. and i don't want it to taste like chocolate cake, since i'm not a huge fan of chocolate cake. but it tastes okay.

heck, even if i do say so myself it turned out pretty okay for a first attempt. the colour looks similar (yay), the biscuits i used weren't the original biskut marie but it tasted the same (but it's a bit more...uh, softer? less crispy? wtf?) and even though it looks like a pile of gooey biscuits in a container it's edible. it's edible, and that's what matters.   

it won't win any prizes for being the prettiest though that's for sure.

ahhh well. practise makes perfect. i bet leonardo da vince didn't get mona lisa's smile right the first few times anyways. (irrelevant woman)

:P

btw, i love holidays. freedommmm!

jobs.

okay, why the hell does hayley williams' voice sound like a chipmunk in the version of 'airplanes' which i uploaded onto my blog?

who done it? whoooo done it?

meh, i like the version with eminem better anyways.

it's pretty cold nowadays in kl, huh? i wanted to give the ole wallster a bath this morning but the skies were so downcast that i was scared that he'd get a fever if i bathed him. wally, of course, rejoiced at the idea of no bath and slept on my bed the whole day. he's cunning like that.

i'm gonna lay it out right now, and be honest with myself.

i hate working.

it's tiring. both my body and my mind goes into overdrive at the end of the day and i just wanna curl up and die sleep until morning. i have no life because i'm too lazy to go out and hang out with my friends come weekend, and i have no time for myself. (i'm self-absorbed, so this is important)

most importantly, i think i hate doing what i do. it's so boring. nothing creative is involved. i feel like my head is stuck in these nonsensical numbers and words that i used to think that i understood but actually can't comprehend. i'm easily agitated (more so than usual, and i'm already very moody kot normally. hah) and i pity poor wally because he's got no one to annoy and play with. when i get home after work everyday he's always waiting at the door with those huge, googly eyes.

aiyoh. i never thought working life would suck this hard. er...wait, actually i knew. i've never been the kind of person who actually wanted to work. call me a lazy s.o.b but no, i'd rather be doing something else rather than working. for example, for some reason i feel that doing research is not actually like working. does that mean i'm more suitable towards research jobs?

noooooooo...

i wanna be a traveller. a graffiti artist. an author. the hunchback of notre dame.

anything is better than this.

but i guess i have to push aside my childish dreams and become a bigger person. (bad joke) i have to be a grown up. i have to? oh god why do i have to?

i'd love to be the kind of person who loves my job. i've heard of these mythical beings who enjoy their jobs. they like what they're doing. they would sacrifice important things like sleep and time to watch tv for their jobs. my dad's in this category, for your info. he loves his job, gets up at 5a.m for god knows what, just to get all his work done on time.

i have to be like my dad and my mom. both my parents are somewhat job-lovers.

.....

the next time i meet my parents i am so gonna poke them with a stick.

bears, bugs and surviving the wild.

hey. so i thought i'd make full use of all the free time i'm getting before i get too busy to even go online, hence the sudden surge of posts ha.

randomly, has anyone ever watched man vs wild? i know i've ranted about this one before, but it's a current obsession of mine. i can't be bothered to watch vampire diaries or gossip girl anymore, but i'm watching the discovery channel?

i really am getting older. guh.

but anyways, i am known to like weird, odd and sometimes outwardly gross stuff. i like stuff that's not cookie-cutter, something different from the rest. so man vs wild gives me that, because i've never seen a reality show which focuses on survival instincts or what to do when one's stranded on a desert island or lost in a jungle. way more informative than watching korean series or ogling at damon from the vampire diaries. (sorry love. i do think you're amazing, but i'm too lazy to follow the series.)

meet bear grylls. (after the jump!)

do you see what i'm seeing?

okay, i totally do not need to go through the hassle of going to wherever people flock to for the new year's celebration, because there's a fireworks show right outside my window. like, it's literally so close i should probably take in all the clothes that i've been hanging out in the balcony to dry, because these assfaces would probably burn a hole into my bra or something.

and then it'd be new year and i'm left with one bra less than last year. sheesh.

sorry for the lack of shame. these people are just stupid. tengah-tengah malam pun nak karaoke lagi, like wtf people? i need my quiet time, asap!

fooh fooh fooh. breathe. breaaaaaatheeee....

i need to calm the heck down. i can't break my resolution one minute after 2011, ha. that'd be so like me though. make a resolution and completely forget about it one minute later. this is probably why i need an organiser. and a life.

well, it's the new year mates. the great twenty eleven. the big shebang. so...

WELCOME, 2011!

*fizzlepopbloopblooppffffffft*

whee. seriously, i don't really know what all the hype is about. so what if another year has passed? if anything, we should be all worried because a year has passed but have we really done anything useful all the while? have you contributed? are you somebody in 2011 who you weren't before in 2010?

a bit depressing huh? i should eat more skittles, because they taste like rainbows.

rainbows are happy. (sigh)