Chronicles of the unemployed

Woke up with this insane nagging that sleep is the cousin of death.

Anyway, it just dawned onto me that this is one of the last few weeks I can call myself an invaluable member of society before I start my contribution back again. AT AN UPPED PAY I AM SO HAPPY.

Last night I was playing l4d2 by myself because the baby brother was busy and my sister didn't give a shit so I ended up gaming with the best group of people ever. Check out this one dude:



We all moved on out into the field already but he was still hanging around inside the building typing something and so we waited around impatiently for him till his adorable sentence came up awww.

But furreal that Nicole probably died. R.I.P. fellow nub.

Missed mcbreakfast this morning so excitedly decided to whip up my own. I thought I was going to lose my fragile looking bear frying pan to the fire but it held up and I got the cutest pancakes ever.

I ate its ear before the photo. Yeah I need to be less greedy.

Keong saik kafe hunting

Goddamn I want to be a rich widow just so I can do this every day.

Wake up, prepare a nice outfit, drive me and fellow grieving widow out to brunch at place #1. Take fucking fantastic photos and finish food hastily and change outfit for place #2. 

Reach and order sassy tea instead of food because we need to watch our weight now that we are widows. Talk lovingly about our dead husbands and life and all that it throws at us. Repeat routine.

Yep that's the life right there.

Potato Head Folk has some seriously overpriced burgers.

The location isn't too bad, but they poured so much effort into the decor that I immediately thought they had to be compensating for something. Turned out that something isn't their burgers.

The fries were heavenly. Good to the last crunch and reasonably over-salted but hey, if I am gonna get fat, I'M GONNA MAKE IT WORTH MY SALT. Burger was fantastic, I got rid of the salad dressings but it still tasted well-rounded on its own.

Banana Tree was just further down so we went for dessert!

The place is gorgeous, I give you that much. The decor was pretty good and the service was speedy. But to be honest, the potted plants are all that they look like; a novelty. 

It tasted good for the first three spoons, but after that it got very tiresome and boring. Me and suan instead decided to edit our photos to death and ignore the sad plant, which had now timbered.

And today I found out that my sportssg position is confirmed so FUCK YES, GUESS WHO IS GOING TO BE AT EVERY FRONT-LINE OF THE UPCOMING SEA GAMES!

Okay maybe not me since my job scope is still uncertain but GUESS WHO IS GOING TO SPRINT TO EVERY FRONT-LINE ANYWAY TO GAWK AT HOT ATHLETES? ME!

The dream is that a USA athlete's manager spots me and congratulates me on a fantastic job on whatever I am doing and then proceeds to offer me a visa to work for him over at the states. Long shot yes but a girl can dream. AND A GIRL CAN SPRINT. SIGN ME UP SIGN ME UP SIGN ME UP.

An affair with colors

I love my colors.

The leftover cupcakes have been sitting in the fridge for the longest time. Couldn't bear to throw them away since it was honestly one of my best attempts at rainbow fluff but today, I (okay it was my mum not me) decided they had to go.

My face is not reflective of its taste I am just a drama queen.

Heated up three and ate one to test it out. And it was pretty good, but I lie to myself all the time so I meekly asked my brother to be my second opinion. 

Now, my brother has, in his entire life, tried to avoid eating my baked stuff because he doesn't like pastries and they probably did not taste all that good before. 

Instead of urgently excusing himself to the toilet/ room/ pasir ris, he nodded wearily to the cupcakes and after the first bite, asked if I could get him more.

WHAT A FUCKING VICTORY!

I gave him the full second cupcake and kept the third in a little plastic bag because I wanted to photograph it with my dslr. I walked to my room to get the cam and when I came back, it disappeared.

So I naively and hopefully asked my dad if he ate it because I saw the plastic bag in the trash and he thoughtlessly went no, LIKE ITS THE MOST NATURAL THING IN THE WORLD. SORRY DAD THAT MY CUTCAKES DON'T MAKE YOUR CUT.

I started to scour the house looking for it and my baby brother, curious at why I was running around, at this point asked what I was looking for. When I told him, he sheepishly said, "I ate it."

I AM THE BAKING QUEEN YES I AM MY BABY BROTHER LIKES MY CUPCAKES KIDS DON'T LIE HIPS DON'T LIE KIDS' HIPS DON'T LIE MY CUPCAKES ARE THE BEST THING SINCE SLICED BREAD WOO!

And I calmed myself down with tea after.

La Marelle is a fucking gorgeous place, resting just outside bali lane. A flight of beautifully painting stairs leads you up to their counter, where the menu is simply and unassumingly featured.

I did not expect quality food. After all, the algorithm of all cafes is:

Interior decor (over 10) x location accessibility (divide 10) = Food rating (over 10)

Put it into any equation:

Wheeler's Yard
Thoughts: I would never step foot in this place again. The decor does not make the trip down worth it. This place serves food that belongs in fish bowls.
Score: 8 x 0.3 = 2.4 

Hatched
Thoughts: Despite the sky high prices for well, eggs, I would say this place is worth a visit, many times over. Takes skill to reinvent such a simple ingredient into so many delish dishes.
Score: 6 x 0.6 = 3.6

La Marelle
Thoughts: I cannot get enough of the decor and I cannot get enough of the laksa cream pasta. Halfway through the meal I was tearing from the spiciness (I have shit tolerance for spice), but I couldn't stop because it is that fucking good.
Score: 9 x 0.5 = 4.5

Works every time. If they look good, they compromise on location and food. If they are accessible, they focus on good food. If they serve good food, then none of the other factors should bother you.

Also as usual, my rating systems are harsh as fuck so as long as your intended cafe is comfortably seated near a 5/10, it is worth your time. I am saying this because you have to visit La Marelle. So amazingly good. And so pretty it could give visual orgasm a go for its money.

Yum.

Adventure time for the high

Walk into the club like, "Whaddup da jie I don't want to post this photo on Instagram sorry."

Sunday was finally a day at home with the love of my life in varying states of laziness. In fact, I am pretty sure we would not have fell out of bed if not because he hadn't smoked in hours.

I also fell out of bed because he hogged all the space in his sleep. And also because he insisted I cannot surf as I will drown even with a life vest on. Which led to me showing him how I do my skillful water flipping. Which led to me flipping myself over him and off the bed.

We were supposed to make pancakes but my mum had good food all day so insist we snatched over a bowl of curry and had even more l4d2. This game is starting to be my part time boyfriend.

I love lazy weekends. I love them most with him. 

I love you G.

To raise an exchange

Today was Carousell's main event, the shop and swap.

Me and the sister went early so instead of idiotically waiting, we decided to do a sudoku puzzle together! Woo we must have been the lamest chicks there. At least we didn't solve it.

So supremely pleased with my new loot I could weep.

Home was livelier with the relatives and it was a wonderful day, heightened by dinner with the boyfriend after. We attempted the same sudoku puzzle and once again, we fucked up at some point.

So comparing me and my sister's failure, and me and my boyfriend's failure, I concurred that the only common factor is me so bloody depressing. So now a sudoku app sits in my phone lamely.

The boyfriend thought our puzzle was solving well and declared that, "The next thing we need to do is come up with our own sudoku puzzles! Only then can we call ourselves the sudoku kings!"

And I asked him why would we want to be sudoku kings and it was a quick moment of nerdy realization and we moved on to do cooler things like smart riddles and cheryl's birthday.

Amore pacific gave me a bottle of wine some time back at their 1-alt party and it sat so lonely in my wine cabinet that I decided to take it out for a spin. It gave me and my boyfriend mini headaches. Yeah we definitely can't drink for shit.

Also we played a shit ton of l4d2 into the night whoop what a life!

She who does not change

Grandma insists on not posting any of our photos because in the first series, she was fixing her hair and I didn't care so I snapped anyway.

Second spree of photos shows her wearing the same thing despite me visiting on different days heh.

Such an adorable grandma.