Kek Cawan

I have always wanted to get them when I first saw them over the blog. I have lost count of how many times I have visited the blog, looking at their designs over and over again while shouting to the boyfriend through skype saying how cute they were. I guess I have mentioned that to the boyfriend too often I suspect he starts to mute me when I show sign of whining over them again. =/

And then they came out in the newspaper the other day! I got so excited I nearly wanted to drag the boyfriend to the newly-opened shop half way through the class!

And I did drag him there, just last week. *beams*

Cuppacakes!

Cuppacakes now has a shop in Damansara and I guess most of you glutton people would have known it already. And the not-so-good-in-direction boyfriend impressed me by driving me to that place without getting lost at all! Yor why is my boyfriend so clever these days. Tsk tsk!

As we walked in, the smell of butter icing and cupcakes made my stomach went "kruu kruu" instantly. Well, for walk-in customers, there weren't much choices. But still, I managed to get some really cute looking cupcakes! (Self wondering: Am I buying the cupcakes for decoration or am I gonna eat them later?)

My 12 Maxi Cupcakes at RM 36

If you were to buy one maxi cupcake, it is RM 3.50 each. But if you buy in bulk, like 12, then it's RM 3 each. And you know I am glutton. And so I bought 12 cupcakes of my own choice! *beams again*

The boyfriend's 12 Royal Cupcakes at RM 48

The size of both Maxi and Royal cupcakes is the same. I guess the only difference is that Maxi Cupcakes have different designs with the same butter icing (Perhaps different colour, or slightly different flavour), while the Royal Cupcakes taste totally different from one another. Again, if you buy one Royal, it is like.. RM 4.50? (I can't remember already) But if you were to buy 12, then it is RM 48!

Ronnie says, "Cheh cheh, I also want cupcakes puhweeeseeee?" *stare with big puppy eyes*

Yeah, the smell was so good and sweet Ronnie wouldn't bother running anywhere else except sitting beside us, which was also indirectly beside the cupcakes.

Here's some of my favourite looking cuppacakes:

Maxi Strawberry. Look at that heart!

Maxi Vanilla. I cant tell what this is. Fly? Mosquito?

Maxi Chocolate and Mint. Hmm, this looks a lot like McD's Vanilla Sundae, no?

Royal Oreo and Cookies!

Royal peanut and strawberry jam

Royal Raisins

Royal er.. Cheese?

Royal Chocolate! *drools*

Haha something really funny happened that day. The cashier was telling us that we were not supposed to keep these cuppacakes under the hot sun as the butter icing would melt and hence would not be nice to be eaten.

And so while driving home, the glutton boyfriend wanted to eat the Royal Chocolate because he was afraid that the cuppacakes would melt before we get home (Kononnya lah. I think it was more like he was getting glutton because of the sweet scent of butter icing in the car). And so I took it out for him, and he started attacking the cuppacake by giving the chocolate a lick.

And then he gave it back to me. I was thinking like "wtf you lick already then you dowan liao?!"

And then he looked at me like a sad little boy saying that the butter icing is so hard and firm it wouldn't melt at all even if we were to leave it under hot sun for an hour. And that's why he wasn't eager to eat in the car already.

hahahahaha so funny! I should have taken his picture when he looked like a sad little boy!

As of now, I have only eaten 3 out of 12 cuppacakes. None of my family members is eating them, which I dont know why. Probably it's because they think it's a gift from my boyfriend and so they dont dare to snatch them away from me. Or maybe it's because these cuppacakes look too cute they wont wanna eat them. =3

Kiss beetle and bee, kiss! Kiss before I eat you or you wont be able to kiss each other again!

So, want some cuppacakes? No I am not giving you mine. Pfftt! You go get them in the Cuppacakes shop in Damansara!

And I go get my cuppacakes from my fridge! *hops away like an over-excited rabbit*

Cuppacakes® by +wondermilk shop & cafe
No.41, ss21/1A, damansara uptown,
damansara utama, 47400 petaling jaya.

Business hours:
Mon - Sat: 9am - 9pm
Sun: 12pm - 6pm

I takut

Cheng Meng is coming soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I hope that doesn't make me sound like I am very excited. I am very takut actually. *hides in blanket*

I don't know about you, but I haven't really participated in this so called Cheng Meng festival. All this while, my dad would be the one representing my entire family and joining my other uncles and aunts to go clean up the graves of the ancestors. I guess none of my other cousins did follow.

People always say you don't need to be frightened even if you happen to see a ghost, that is if you haven't done anything sinful or harmful. But still, I takut. I once saw a pair of red shoes wore by those deceased during my grandpa's funeral, and then I realised, like it or not, things like these really do exist! How to not takut lah you say?

And because I know I have no guts, I don't watch any of those scary movies. Well even if I don't watch those movies, I hardly dare to stare into the mirror in the middle of the nights, because thats how people happen to see ghosts behind them in the movie. Yes I know I said I don't watch those movies, but still, they are people who are anal enough to tell me how the ghosts appear in the movies to scare the hell out of me.

Tsk tsk. Bad kan they all?

Just yesterday, there were a lot of really strange incidents in my house. My second brother came home after work asking who was the one who knocked on his door early in the morning to wake him up for work. Normally my mom would be the one. But this time around, all of us were still sound asleep when he woke up, except my maid who I supposed was washing the cars outside the house.

So who knocked on the door? O_O

I dono. I dowan to know either. Just let me sleep as though I am dead, okay?

As if it wasn't scary enough, my sister then said that the night before yesterday, she heard my dad sneezing in the living room and went out from her room to have a look. She searched around and was surprised to learn that my dad had gone out for some unknown reasons.

O_O So who was it who was sneezing? O_O

It couldn't be my brothers because my dad's way of sneezing is just so loud. If we were to go shopping together and my dad were to sneeze from a place far away from my location, I could be very certain that it would be my dad, judging from the way and how loud the sneeze is.

After hearing both of their stories, I began to takut again. See lah aren't they anal. Tsk tsk. And so I ran into my room planning to do some assignment to change my focus. The moment I opened my door, there was this really strong smell in my room rushing into my nose.

Shit! I mean, my room really stink like shit! With no reason!

We've checked the windows, they were all shut. My toilet was shit-less and that the door too was shut. There were no dead mice, no dead cockroaches, no alive lizards, no one fart, no panties or bras that stink, no nothing!

And so whats the explanation for the stinks? O_O

And then as though it has got its own legs, the odour just went off after like, half an hour. O_O

People say yan hak yan, hak sei yan (Literally meaning: people frighten people, frighten die people. ahaks!). Now in my case, that odour is simply frightening. I takut. Uwaaaaa!

The boyfriend once told me that he woke up one day and he nearly died out of shock the moment he opened up his eyes. Apparently his grandpa sneaked into his room while he was sound asleep, sitting on a stool staring at him while he was in lalaland. And the moment he opened up his eyes, his grandpa's face was right in front of his, just a few centimeters apart. O_O

Hantu-hantu and ghosts-ghosts sekalian, don't ever frighten me that way okay? I don't want to die of shock or surprises.

Wait a minute.

I mean, don't ever try to surprise or frighten me in ANY way okay? Because I takut!

*runs to take out all my Buddha cards, place them under my pillows while I hide under my blankets and starts mumbling amitabha amitabha for N times*

Rounding mechanism in advance

Yesterday my boyfriend and I, together with Pei Pei, went to this restaurant named Piccadilly near our college for the very first time. Well it shouldn't be known as a restaurant. To me it looks more like a cafe as there were more students sipping ice lemon tea and milo ais than those who were really eating, plus they played the songs really loud.

And you know what was the funny thing?

The CD hang in the middle of the way. Ella-ella-ella became Ek-ek-ek-la-la-la. And none of the waiters or the waitresses were bothered to turn it off until like 10 minutes later. Perhaps the CD was a pirated one, eh?

So I was quite impressed with its food ordering system as it is all computerised. The waitress came to take our order and key them into the computer without needing to go all the way to the kitchen. It was all done very efficiently.

So the boyfriend ordered seafood fried rice, I asked for grilled chicken and Pei Pei went for Seafood Udon. I was anticipating for good food!

And at the end it all tasted really salty! *puiks*

And then we asked for the bill and the waitress came really fast with the bill in hand. A total of RM 34.45. So the boyfriend gave her RM 35 and the other waiter came back with the change.

While Pei Pei and I were looking at the bill to further conclude who pays how much for what food, the boyfriend looked at me with a question mark on his face.

Boyfriend: How much is it that they are supposed to give me back?

Me: Er, 55 cents?

Boyfriend: But they only gave me 50 cents back! Where is my 5 cents?!

Me: Huh?! *pulls over the boyfriend's palm idiotically to see if he had calculated wrongly*

Boyfriend: *dulan* cheat my 5 cents!

(Let me demonstrate to you how the boyfriend looks like when he gets dulan)

Like this. Cute hor, me?

And to further assure that we did not make mistake in calculation, we proceeded to checking the bill again, and then we found something even more shocking.

You add them all up, and RM 31.30 is for the total, and 10% for service charge, which is RM 3.13.

All correct, hor?

Now you go further down the bill. How much is RM 31.30 + RM 3.13?

Yes I allow you to take out your calculators. Go, go take!

RM 34.43, no? So how did it get to RM 34.45?!?!

It looks like they have started the rounding mechanism even before 1st April. So effective hor? A few minutes ago I was impressed with all its systems being computerised, and now I also get dulan. Certainly the waiters and the waitresses with foreign nationalities wouldn't be smart enough to design such a software to run the entire cafe, no?

And so I assume the boss himself/herself knows that he/she is overcharging the customers a few cents, in advance. Of course, some people might argue that the boss is preparing for 1st April, for the rounding mechanism, and hence the cafe seems to be overcharging the customers right now.

Alright, maybe I am very kedekut lah. Maybe I shouldn't have complaint about the rounding mechanism being applied in advance.

But still, people, they are supposed to give us back 55 cents and yet they had only given us 50 cents in return. What on earth has happened to our 5 cents? Oh you mean to say it is as well rounded to the nearest 10 cents? Oh great why didn't I know about this new rounding mechanism?

Cheh! See me small kid, want to bluff me is it? I read newspapers too okay, eventhough I admit that sometimes I read the entertainment section more, but still, I do read okay?

It's either it has as well cheated our 5 cents, or the waiters or waitresses have taken them as their own tips. End of story.

And we got so dulan because they cheated our 7 cents in total! I know lah 7 cents is just so little kan. But still, 7 cents is 7 cents. Why should we pay more? And the boyfriend and I have been very kedekut. Everytime we go to small restaurants or cafes like this, we don't usually leave tips for them. Why? Because they are charging 10% service charge already! Isn't that more than enough tips?

And the cafe/waiter/waitresses easily and shamelessly conned our 7 cents.

Great. For that 7 cents, we have decided to never spend a single penny in that restaurant again regardless of how nice the food can be.

Next time, try to cheat my few cents again lah you morons.

Assignments, square face, and Rami

I cannot afford to blog everyday because life has been pretty mundane as of late. I just cant come in here and type one or two lines and call it a post, can I?

Okaylah I know you want to say my life seems to be really mundane almost all the time. But don't be so anal can? Pfft!

So let's just see how my memory works. I'll try to put all the interesting and happening things together okaes?

#1. Assignments and case studies and progress test and discussion and group work and you-name-it keep flooding in over the past two weeks. Despite having only three modules this semester, there never seems to be an end to all these coursework. Of course I know that assignments and case studies are parts and parcels of each and every student's life lah, but can't I rant it even a weee bit over my blog? Can or not you say? Can or not lah!?

The most saddening case is when the assignments require you to go interview or get help from companies. It's like, so damn hard to get help from all these companies. They'll either reject you by telling you that they have got no time and stuffs like that, or they are just not bothered to bird you. (In Mandarin, it's called "Bu de kong niao ni lah!!")

I have classmates who walked in to the company and asked if they could carry out interviews with the HR department, and they got rejected right on the spot, saying that the company does not entertain interviews. Fine. Walk out of the company and relieve big sighs lah.

And then there is this someone who sent an email to an international company asking for opportunity to carry out some 15 minutes interview with the HR department, and then got replied the next few days. And then this someone got so happy thinking that the company is so efficient in replying. And the next minute this someone got so sad because the company said it does not entertain interviews and researches.

Thinking that there is still some light of hope, this someone decided to send out a few emails at one go to a few companies, just in case none of these companies will be willing to help. So she aggressively sent her request to 9 big international companies and waited for their replies.

Just as she thought that the first company was bad enough to have rejected her, she failed to get a single reply from any of the 9 companies. None of them cared or bothered to reply a small ciku like her because she is not of any use or value to these companies.

And she felt so discouraged and unmotivated she felt like slitting her own throat.

And that someone is yours truly. *Eats 100 sleeping pills*

But I guess that would be pretty useless too, seeing that I am so stressed of all these assignments I can hardly have nice sleep at nights. *relieve big sighs*

Grrrr!

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#2. There's this friend of my boyfriend who is also our senior in college, let's call him square face.

Square face has a face as square as this, with square specs, and almost square body

Square face is one semester ahead of us and I really have to say that he is really a pain in the ass. Aiyah things are so complicated I'll have to think of how to brief the situation to you.

Okay here goes. The boyfriend is not in the same class with me as he is majoring in Marketing while I am majoring in Business. So he too has to carry out group assignments where he happens to be with this classmate called Q, who happens to be very close with square face. Q is the type of people who will give ideas without knowing how she could reach her final ideas. The boyfriend is the group leader, yet she always instruct the boyfriend to do this and that. And whenever the boyfriend completes some work, she will then criticise here and there and demands things to be changed when she is not contributing at all to the work. The boyfriend gets pissed off with her and sometimes deliberately ignore her stupid instructions.

So Q is very close with square face. And square face is the boyfriend's so called good friend. So Q went complaining about the boyfriend to square face, and one day square face had the face to ask the boyfriend to give him a lift to the nearest LRT station. Together with us was Pei Pei, all 4 of us in the car.

And that son of a bitch started criticising my boyfriend like nobody's business, in front of me and my friend, no face given! Apparently he came for the sake of Q to find fault with the boyfriend, and the one sentence that pissed me off so badly was when he say "I dono lor. If you insist of carrying out your assignment that way, it is not a problem lor if you fail badly in this paper. You want die can, but dont pull the others into the water also lor!"

Omgwtfbbqknnccb! Criticise my boyfriend in front of me! If want to criticise also I criticise lah! Who are you ah? And look what came out from his mouth! Damn smelly shit. And then the funny part is square face didn't do too well either in his previous semester. He scored as badly as the poorest student in my class, and yet he had the face to shout at my boyfriend.

Like, hello! If you are a potential first class honours, we don't mind to listen to your pieces of advice. And that is also if we want to listen. Now that you are no where near first class, and that you didnt score good either, who the hell are you to say such harsh things to my boyfriend? Who do you think you are? Newton ah?

Sheesh. People, they just don't know their own capability and ability. Own self pee also cannot aim nicely already some more want to teach others to aim and shoot far. Damn!

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#3. Ever since I asked my mom to buy a set of Rami before CNY, my family members have been neglecting the mahjong set. It is almost everyday that my parents and my siblings will play Rami together. Occasionally I do take turns lah, contribute a bit to mom's shoes, my dad's toto, sis's phone reload, and bro's Nasi Lemak. I am so suey in the game I can lose up till 50 bucks in a few rounds.

And yet it is so addictive wtf. Just the previous Sunday, I woke up at almost 12 and got myself prepared for lunch. And then they decided to Rami first while waiting for the arrival of grandma to join us for lunch. After lunch, we started to Rami again at 2.30pm to 7.30pm. Stopped for dinner. 8.00pm to 12.30pm we Rami-ed again. wtf lah one day just gone like that. Sat there till buntut keluar asap and won only 6 bucks. -_- Sien lah.

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So much happenings. *shocked* If i were to separate them up, I guess it could be 3 different posts already, hor?

Now dont you be anal again I tell you. My life isnt so mundane after all. Pffft!

Out of the Box

I have this habit of being ignorant to those little little stalls where there would be more than enough people standing around each of those stalls giving out pamphlets or brochures to the public. I do not normally reach out my hands to take those brochures and most of the time I would just smile at those people and say thank you while hurriedly walk away from them.

Hey don't jump to a conclusion saying I am bad okay! How many of you do read those brochures? Most of the people would just reluctantly take those brochures, as though they were forced to do so. And then they stuffed those papers in their bags and that's it. Some even better. They take the brochures and fan themselves, and they will throw these brochures into the nearest dustbins, right in front of those people distributing the brochures!

Now dare you say I am being cruel and that I am bad to those people. At least I smile and walk away. Why take when you know you won't read them? Waste paper only lah.

But then the other day I walked towards this particular stall in my college. No one forced me to. And I would never admit that the reason I walked towards the stall was because the boyfriend was standing there reading the brochures and that there were three beautiful girls explaining to him while he was reading the brochures. How could I not walk towards the stall lah you tell me?

It turned out that I'd made the right decision.

The three girls were promoting an exchange programme called Work & Travel USA by Out of the Box (OOTB Personal Development Sdn Bhd), which is the appointed agent for such exchange programme in Malaysia. This programme allows students of tertiary studies from all around the world to visit USA during their semester break to experience life in the US through working as well as traveling there. It can be carried out anytime so long as the students have at least 2 to 3 months of semester break to spend in the US.

And then I was told that student has to pay an approximate amount of RM 8k - 9k to obtain comprehensive medical insurance while he/she gets into US. That 8k too includes getting all the visa done and getting a job of your own choice even before you reach US, and you can choose whether to work for only half of your holiday and spend the rest traveling, or just work all day long to cover your expenses and come back to Malaysia being rich.

Now how does that sound? I am sure one will be able to cover his expenses if he is hardworking enough because the girls said they went there last year, and their hourly wage was 7 dollar. You do the Maths. Possible right?

And so I was really attracted to join this programme. I mean, this is my final year and how long more can I still call myself a tertiary student? And so coincidentally I am going to have 3 months break in this coming June. Everything is like fated!

And so I thought this coming semester break is going to be really meaningful!!!

Yet I had forgotten my two old folks at home, even that's for only a minute. I understand them so well I was 99% sure that they would definitely say no to me. No hope. =(

But still, I went back home to try luck. Who knows they would be in good mood and then just agree to let me go while giving me sufficient money to travel the US. Heh. I know lah. Don't poke and break my well-built dream can or not? Dream a while can die is it?

First I approached my mom.

Me: Ma coming semester holiday I join a programme and go US work and travel can or not?

Mom: Ha?! You dont eat too full nothing to do I tell you. No!

End of Expected-yet-still-so-sad-and-disappointed-can-die Story Part I.

Then I approached my dad.

Me: *Pass the brochures to my dad* Pa see this. Can I go during this coming semester break?

Dad: *Looks at the brochures and never look at it again the moment he sees the word "US"* Go US? For what? Cannot! Why go so far and work? Cannot work in Malaysia meh?

End of Expected-yet-still-so-sad-and-disappointed-can-die Story Part II.

Why are my parents like that. =( *sniff sniff*

They always jump to conclusions and give instructions without giving us the reasons. Very autocratic one. Sheesh. Lucky they are not in power to govern our country, hor? Else semua mati liao. That time Pak Lah's and Sami Vellu's cases are too minor to be mentioned already.

But I did argue with my dad cos he seemed to think that my idea of going abroad is so wrong. But I see nothing's wrong with it except the fact that he has to sponsor me if I were to go to the US. Then he came up with excuses saying stuffs like why my classmates are not going and why am I so eager to go, and stuffs like I-can-sponsor-you-to-go- for-vacation-but-working-there-is-definitely-a-no-no!

Okay lah you people are going to sooth me saying things like aiyah your papa loves you so much he just doesn't wanna let you go. He will miss you mah. 3 months you know?! Okay lah accepted. I know part of the reasons is because he might get worried if I were to leave him for so long. Yeah, 3 months time is consider "so long" to my dad already okay? But still...

Why are my parents like that... *throws tantrums while golek-ing on the floor*

Since I cant make it already, I've decided to share it here. If you are a tertiary student, financially okay and wish to experience something different during your semester break, go to the OOTB website and check out the details okay? And hopefully your parents are not as autocratic as mine. *sulks*

What will you be doing on 8th of March, 2008?

I over heard this conversation between the lecturer and one of my classmates yesterday.

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Classmate: Miss, so are you going to vote this time around?

Lectuer: Of course, why not? It is our responsibility to do so anyway. Are you voting?

Classmate: Yes I am.

Lecturer: Where will you be voting? Who are the candidates?

Classmate: I will be voting in Petaling Jaya but I don't know who are the candidates. But definitely I will vote for Barisan Nasional lah.

Me: O_O omgwtfknndoyouknowwhatthebbqyouaretalkingabout?!

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Doesn't this sound so true?

Doesn't that sound ridiculous to you? That classmate of mine does not even know who are the candidates in her area, yet she is so certain that she is going to vote for whoever that represents BN in her area!

And the "whoever" can be anyone, regardless of whether he/she is a donkey, monkey, kitty, or even a car key! So long as she sees the logo of BN lah! With that logo anything pun boleh!

I guess if I were to ask her why is it so, she would probably stare at me and say...

"You stupid ke?! I bumiputera lah! Of course I sokong and vote for BN lah! If not you expect me to vote for Rocket ke?!"

Heh. I guess I better not ask her the reason already.

8th of March 8th of March! *screams*

4 more days to go!

Albeit I am really excited about this election, I can't vote because I am still too young for this. =(

I mean, not SO young, but still young lah! Else why am I not allowed to vote yet?!

And I know, there's no point asking you to go and register yourself for the election already. The boyfriend went registering a few weeks ago, and he was told that he can only vote during the next election because they will need 3 months to process his application!

3 freaking months! Register also need so long meh?!

Aiyah but anyway, the boyfriend also has to bear some responsibilities lah. Told him to register earlier and did not want to listen. Now who else can he blame? Tsk tsk tsk!

So those of you who have already registered, go vote wisely okay? Theres no such a rule saying that you can only vote for this certain party if you are this certain race. Go vote for people who can do something for the society!

You can make a difference to your own life, and perhaps, mine as well as the others who are not eligible to vote yet.