Here’s my dearest…

who can sometimes be a pain in the ass. Trust me, as adorable and cute as he looks, he can be such a nuisance at times.

 

 

Look at him. He’s doing his puppy eyes with me cause I was like, “I want to take a picture of you.” And ta-da, you get a poser.

 

 

I know this shot would have been better if it was captured with a DSLR which mom dad refused to get for me because of the need to have a dry freaking box.

 

Hahaha, I bet you are going “Awww, so cute.” Well, this boy knows how cute he is and well, knows how to flaunt it too.

 

So let’s toast; “May Kah Lok one day become famous for his cute-ness.”

Sunway Lagoon, peeps!

I’m not delirious, well at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

Anyway, let’s get back on topic. See, I’m going to Sunway Lagoon tomorrow and boy, it’s been long since I last went there. So, anyone’s up for a uncountable rounds of exhilarating, crazy rides? I know I do. Somehow, I think the Pirate’s Revenge will be one hell of a ride I wouldn’t want to miss.

This ride, Pirate’s Revenge might be a bitch, cause the last time I sat something like this, some ‘fantastic’ girl puked on the ride. Ewww, right? So, who’s coming?

Is today a SAD day for me?

I think I read somewhere that Happy Single Awareness Day (SAD, for short) was a sarcastic oxymoron. I could have agreed but I am not so sure how I actually feel about this whole SAD day. It’s pathetic enough that they have to call it a SAD day. But heck, I am not going to be a sour puss about not being  able to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Plus, whoever said you needed a guy to celebrate Valentine’s Day. And February 14 could not have been a better time for me to toss out some love haikus I’ve written in my small black book. Oh, just a note; I was not thinking about anyone in particular when I was writing these. So, don’t start conjuring images. Just read them and enjoy.

Define Love :
Does the heart skip a beat || When the mind thinks of him || Girl, this is love.

I Never Knew :
All of a sudden || My life revolves around him || I’m complete with him.

Liquored Chocolate :
It was bitter sweet ||This relationship of ours ||But still we made it.

Twinkle :

Our eyes met ||
I hold his stare || I realized his eyes are twinkling.





Curiosity :
I asked why ||He simply said || Sometimes love is blind.


Holding On :
Love is painful || But I’ll never let go || That’s my promise.

And that’s about it. Well, I do have more but I think I’ll post them another time. I’m not sure which one is my favourite but I kind of really like Define Love and Curiosity or even Holding On.

I know roses are so cliché but somehow I’d prefer them over chocolates. But as you do know, is that I don’t eat chocolates.

It’s sad that Valentine’s Day had to clash with Chinese New Year. I do wonder what will happen if it didn’t. But then again, I knew it wouldn’t happen just how I imagined it to be. Cause sometimes, we all get tired of waiting.

To everyone,

Happy Valentine’s Day and

Happy Chinese New Year

To myself,

Happy Single Awareness Day

=( Sorry, I couldn’t resist myself. )=

The burnt-out chef.

If you know me, then you’ll probably know that I can’t cook. Yes, this is despite the fact that I’m a girl and society enjoys stereotyping girls as natural cooks. Well, I’m a defect in the society then. But I’m learning, maybe a little too adventurous.

Attempt 1: I started with baking pizza.

From top: Tomato puree, hot dogs, button mushrooms, garlic, raw tomatoes, canned pineapple, onions

I used pita bread as my pizza base and I topped it with all the ingredients. A tad greedy of me to overload my pizza. =)

Looks good doesn’t it? At least, it’s edible and and only slightly burnt.

Damn, I take my words back. The base is like totally burnt. It almost tasted like charcoal. And, I ate it all simply cause I made it.

Attempt 2: I tried cooking fried rice.

I was like forced to cook my own lunch one day cause my parents were out. I was contemplating whether to starve or to risk burning the kitchen. Well, as you can see I chose the other and thanked God the kitchen survived.

It actually taste not bad, maybe a pinch of salt will make it delicious. Oh, if you are wondering why I’m not a big fan of cooking, it’s cause I totally abhor the preparation process and I tend to over do things; like putting more salt into the food. Hmm, so anyone interested to teach me how to cook?

Kim, I know you’re going to hate me after this..

But hey, you asked for this post and I’m not going to be held responsible for any defamation suit or sorts. These pictures are mine and thus, I have the copyrights to it. You can’t sue me. Aww, that’s just too bad isn’t it? Cause when you see the pictures later, you are so going to want to sue me.

Remember when the picture was taken? During Kursus Asas, I think and we were all like “OMG, we’ve got homeworks to do.” And I was snapping pictures and all. In case, you forgotten what shots I have there’s more below. And please, I beg you to not call me and scream at me when you see the pictures.

Haha, for once I’m glad the date and time is imprinted with the picture. Guys wasn’t allowed in the girls’ dorm and they sneaked in anyway.

And the best thing is I think you camwhored this picture. Not entirely my fault, then.

That way, you can’t really see ugly I look and people can just focus on your large innocent eyes. Hahaha.

It would have been perfect if I wasn’t so excited to look up into the sky instead of the camera.

I look ugly and you look fine actually. Form 1, babe. When we were still so semangat-ed about Sports Day.

You know, this post is dedicated to you but honestly, I don’t actually have that much pictures of you. Cause everytime I want to take a picture, you would allow me to. It’s your fault that this post is short. Hahaha.

I totally Photoshop-ed the picture. Awesome, isn’t it? This is us, in comic version. Well, something like that.

FYI Kimmy, the pictures below are editted using Photoshop and it’s damn tedious but it looks damn good by my standard. Enjoy it.

 

That’s all girl!

Happy Belated Birthday.

Love,

Kah Mun

The Futsal Experience

      

      For a start, I know nothing about football. I don’t know how many players are there in a team, the rules, the different positions and what so ever. I do know that the aim of the game is to get the black white ball into the goal, which I used to think is rather pointless.

Sorry, guys. And I know John Terry, mainly because of his scandalous affair. That’s that.

Somehow rather, on Wednesday, I find myself at a U One Sports Centre ready to play a game of futsal with the guys from my class. Oh, this is not a nightmare. And I was dressed in a borrowed black shirt from Reuben, brown shorts and sandals. Totally inappropriate for a futsal game. And I later decided to play barefoot which I thought would be a huge mistake cause Derrick said it would take days to wash my feet clean.

Cecilia took a picture of my feet and it’s a rather disturbing picture I would say. I’ll advise you to skip the picture.

Ugh, even I flinched when I see this picture. It looks dead, and Cecilia managed to capture how dirty my feet was. Oh, she was the other girl who came and played too.

Honestly, I don’t think I make a good futsal player. I mean like, I can’t kick when the ball is here and I obviously can’t shoot the ball into the goal. But boy, I had fun. Tonnes of it, even if all I did was run around a bit, stand in the middle of the court with my hands on my waist and getting hit by the ball in the stomach.

Obviously, I didn’t expect to get hit cause it’s like the guys are ‘supposed’ to not play that rough with the girls. But I was wrong to

1. Stand near the goal post.
2. Think that I could stop the ball.
3. Not run when the ball is coming.

Haha. Come to think of it, it’s kind of hilarious. I mean, the ball could have hit me elsewhere but it hit smack right at my stomach. Surprisingly, I could still play after that.

I know Liang Bin plays volleyball but boy I bet no one knew he could be such an amazing goal keeper. I mean like almost every time someone tried to kick the ball into the goal, he caught the ball or something. Luckily, he was on my team. =D

 

For me, the game wasn’t actually that tiring but for the guys it was. Well, they were the one running after the ball, kicking it, tackling other guys and all. I was just standing there like a statue who can sometimes kick the ball.

Well, futsal was a blast and I’m sure I would love to do it again with shoes this time. And oh, the next time we play, I’m going to make sure I make a run for the ball.

Oh, I can now tell my kids that, “Mummy played futsal with boys from my college last time.”