*dusts self*

OHAI!!!

It's been a while.

A long...long while.

One, I've been too busy *coughs* lazy *coughs*

Two, Twitter does the job way faster.

Three...I'm lazy.

It usually suddenly pops up in my mind that I need to update about Italy.

WTF it's been too long, but I still very much do wanna talk about it. Perhaps if someone could just help manage the pictures I'd do up a post pretty quick.

Not that anyone is reading but WTF, I'm pretty sure I'd have Alzheimer's soon so there...er...next post. Jyeah...

I've been writing *never seem to complete*

I've been singing *for a probably non-existent crowd*

I've been waiting for a reply...that'll probably never come. Jun oh Jun, Y U NO REPLY.

Anyways, speaking of music, David Choi was here. I met him. He met me. I fell hard for him all over again. I'm sure he doesn't remember me anymore but...hate me bitches. He was HOT.

We look lovely I know. Kthanx.

And then a couple hours ago, I met Soler. Fell not as hard but, almost there.

If you know them *you probably won't*, THEN HATE ME TOOO!!!!

And finally, absolutely music related...I'm...

*wait for it...*

*WAITTT FOR ITTTT...*

I'm inking.

KTHANX!

Mellita, Domi adsum!

Currently listening to:

Jun Kung, Jun K


Forgive me if the title is...wrong.
It's supposed to mean: 'Honey, I'm home!'
Apparently, Google Translate isn't very accurate.
OH WELL.

I'm home.
Physically. Mentally still not very whole. I don't believe in jet-lags.
I think.
Maybe not. Daym, I'm sleepy.

That aside, it was a fucking fantabulous trip.
I told the parents countless times that it felt pretty surreal, sipping Espresso (yes, the caffeine intolerant bitch had coffee EVERYDAY...sips only but, HEY I tried!), listening to gospel hymns and having the winds of spring caress my skin.

The wind was evil. It cracked my skin. PFFT!

Not that I mind though. <3

Details later. I need to catch up on my much needed sleep.

The luggage just arrived.
Oh yes, the beloved local airline (take a wild shot who), left my hugeass red baggage behind while I happily flew home myself...with all my belongings and necessities stuck there...at the Fiumicino Airport.

All's good now. Everything's still intact. Chocolates looking good.
Little souvenirs not broken.
Claim your gifts soon.

That's if I got you any.
Or if you're worth them. MUAHAHAH

Just joking.
No seriously, things are expensive don't ask for too much, shoo.

Picture above, me enjoying my €1 strawberry at a cafe in Verona.
<3

Procrastination

I never liked packing.
Because I tend to always leave things behind.
Wait, I leave things behind because I never liked packing OH SHUT IT...

Packing started at approximately 9.50pm.



The room has been like a refugee camp for the past 2 weeks.
Ok, I admit my room is ALWAYS messed up. But further enhanced this past week because I don't make excel sheets or write down what I need to bring.

I throw them on the floor.

Things work this way for me. JYEAH

It's now...1.13am.



Almost done.

To be brought aboard.



1) Tales of Beedle the Bard, AGAIN (Thanks, FONG XD), because I'm a child.
2) 愛是永恆（當所愛是你), cause it's Chinese. By the time I read the first page, it'd take so much effort I'd be totally knackered. And...I...sleep. JYEAH

Now, I just need the sister to randomly name a few stuff.
At most times, I would have left them out. WOOT

Never Say Never

I kinda swore that I would not subject myself to humiliation of any sort when it comes to my hair.

At least not by frizzing it so much to a point where it resembles having my privates swapped with my head.

OH well...



#BieberFever

I'm pretty sure it looks better than this:



Yeah?

Oh shut up.

2011 Thus Far...

I haven't been blogging much mainly because:

1) I haven't received the pictures from Hong Kong

2) I've been lazy

3) I've been very, very lazy

It's mid Jan now, a lot has happened and I think I shall at least pen a few words before I...

wait...what was I talking about?

Neh, jokes...I mean I'm really forgetful *don't gimme that look I know you know* and I'm pretty sure I have mild Alzeimer's disease even at such an age. Hence...here's what happened...

Jan 1st - 4th

I started the year in Hong Kong with Linda.

And contrary to what I've been telling everyone that I was going there for a holiday, it's actually...no wait...I went there for a holiday. A holiday with a twist.

I submitted my Youtube video to the Hummingbird Brand New Star audition slightly before Christmas. On 22 December 2010, I received an email saying that I scored a chance to head to Hong Kong for the finals on 2nd Jan.

Stoked.

Honestly, winning isn't on my mind. More like...FORGET IT I WON'T WIN!

The other 13 contestants were way too awesome. It was a mind-blowing experience to get to know them, meet the producers and...sing.

To everyone that watched, clicked like, complimented, critisized, re-watched, re-watched again...Thank You. YOU DUH AWESOME.

To those who haven't, go click now. Slow!

TEEHEE. Kidding. But honestly, thank you. I less than 3 you.

That aside, Renn Zhern asked if I was interested to participate in his music school's concert and perform along, with him on the piano. I said yes, almost immediately. Probably before he even completed his sentence.

He had to transpose the song because...I'm annoying that way.

And we shared the stage yesterday, on 16 Jan, Wisma Bently, with me singing a themesong from a Cantonese drama, Revolving Doors of Vengeance.

Yeah I know right...TVB dramas ALWAYS sound dramatic. It's...a drama. Get it? d^.^b

Watch here...if you want to.

And then leave a comment telling Cheah Renn Zhern the awesome pianist, how fantabulous he was. Or IS. Oh, and also spread some love because he'd be leaving to Tasmania soon to further his studies.

Cheah Renn Zhern. I miss chu, already!!!

The...orchestra.

The score.

The drummer. That made me go...O.O and :O

Jonathan Chew.

Couldn't resist.

A group of very colourful children backed Jonathan up to We Will Rock You. Queen's version.

<3

The average age. Spot the kid on the right.

Drummer boy. Scroll up. Yes, he's the kid in the shades. d^.^b

Bernard. Spanish Eyes.

Munkie, this...is the Suff lookalike with a very lovable daughter. ;)

We Will Rock You!!!!!!

Tan King Hao. The cameraman. Videographer.

You is best.

Study hard.

And study smart.

Come back and I'd be your first ADD patient, aite?

:*

Up, up here we go!

Usually by this time of the year, I'd be babbling about how I failed in all the resolutions made previously. Last year, I only made 1 resolution - to blog more frequently.

Which I did I think. GOOD JOB, PEANUT!

Partially motivated by money because in dire need of cash, I signed up with Nuffnang.

Hello random readers.

Twenty-ten flashed past fantabulously fast.

I can barely remember a single bitter moment (now now, don't jinx it, it's not the end yet).

Okay. I'm just saying, I'm grateful that I've at least done a bit more compared to the past.

- I'm still in the same company (rejoice!)

- I did not break a bone this year

- I made real friends, lost some (no wait, lost one)

- Attended a few weddings/engagements which made me tingle all over with joy *coughs* munkie *coughs*

- Traveled

- Started a Youtube channel (I still can't believe that the views are still climbing, albeit slowly, for my latest video)

- Entered a real recording studio and recorded a brand new demo

and...

I got a deal to fly off again!

*human wave*

New Year this time around is gonna be somewhat quiet. Because I can foresee that I'd be nerve-wracked (and stoked altogether) with the new opportunity. Chances are awfully bleak but oh well, at least I tried.

d^.^b

So to you reading, thank you for reading. Come back everyday so that I can receive my cheque from Nuffnang soon.

May 2010 close with a fucking roar and everyone have a swashbuckling 2011.

I like that word.

P.S - Wish me luck

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Because I can now take photographs like this!

And this!

And this!!!

Alright, the caterpillar isn't very Christmas-y after all. But, hey! I risked my life taking it.

It could've farted or spat at me and blind my already partially futile eyes.

Can I now be a NatGeo photographer?

Apparently, caterpillars are as blind as me...and they're a good source of protein. O.o

Whaaa the heck am I talking about. I'm just updating this for the sake of doing so.

Year's closing in, I'm not jinxing the remaining 2010 so I'm keeping mum until the clock strikes 12 to 2011.

But, it's been goo...ok no *shush*

I know. I'm just shallow and superstitious. *flips hair*

Everyone go do something stupid and mindless before we call it a year.

I did.

I became a bear.

HAHHHH...

No but really, the tree's up.

I swear I did not touch a single ornament. Which is the ultimate reason as to why...

It looks fucking pretty.

The leaning tree of Peanutxz.

Video in a bit.

Guess what song? Anyone with the correct guess gets a free Caterpillar.

All Smiles

All smiles.

Dear Twenty-Three,

I've been thinking of a little something to say to you since sprawling on my bed at 1a.m.

It's now 1.51a.m

I can't think of any but thank you for treating me safe and well.

Sincerely.

Now...we've been schizo for more than a year now, with me in denial since the clock struck 12 to the year 2010. I hung on and had you surface whenever the age question arises...because until probably about 20+ hours back, Twenty-Four still sounded awful.

It's official now. We don't. want. to. be. Gollum.

I can finally push you off the cliff. *evil smirk*

Nah jokes.

Sit back and try watching how the newbie attempts to at least try scoring something more in the year ahead. Are we on the verge of something great? Pfft, the elves might know because in all honesty, I'm still as lost as all our pasts have been.

But I sense something more.

I sense a stint of delirium starbusting from within.

What is it, you ask?

Twenty-Four will tell. Soon. I guess. I mean...yeah it'll be great. O.O

So, thank you for being nice. For being brave enough to kick-start a couple projects worth taking note of and thank you most of all, for molding who Twenty-Four would be.

Now, pray hard, because if you're asking for some hard truth, all those emanating power that created this post might be...god-forsaken ideas that'll make everyone go...

Wha.Da.Fak. She's doing it again.

But hey, that's who we are, ain't it?

;)

Happy Birthday, Peanutxz.

Be all smiles.

P.S: I can pretty much validate the fact, that I can be all intoxicated by warmth and happiness, WITHOUT booze and loud music.

THAT's...an achievement.

It's been...a year

After an entire freaking year, they finally are releasing it.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1

Unless its disappointing (which I strongly doubt it would)...the wait for the final part would be arduous.

But honestly, another side of me wished it'd never come...or rather not so soon.

At least there would still be something to look forward to. It's quite sad to suddenly realize after more than a decade, the whole magical journey is finally coming to an end.

And it shouldn't come so soon because...

I need to save money for the tickets.

-.-". Damn expensive can?!

The movie better be good or else I'm slicing the sofas open, hear me Signature (Gold Class)?! And blame Warner Bros if that ever happens.

On a separate note, I'm pretty sure I spotted a white Barn Owl a couple hours back flying briskly across the highway into the wilderness.

In conjunction to the release of Harry Potter? Heard it's bad omen. -.-

But I love owls.

How now, brown cow?

*slaps self*

SHALL. NOT. THINK.

Think. Spells. Chocolate Frogs. Jelly Beans. Weasleys. Hedw...nono that's an owl...

*shakes head*

9 hours approximately till the movie.

While I deliriously anticipate the clock to strike 3.10pm, I shall sleep it off to welcome the epic journey back to Hogwarts. YAY!

Doesn't Take Much

Currently listening to:

Say You Don't Want To, One Night Only

I rant a lot.

Every day.

Almost every minute.

Either out loud...which is rather infrequent nowadays because there isn't the correct candidate that can comprehend my language from Mars (because I expect you to understand halfway thru it and agree that it's worth complaining...and I guess only Linda will be able to gimme the reaction that I want. Megahai <3>

Subtly, be it via e-mail or Skype or...text messages, it's a daily affair. NO. It's a minute-to-minute thing. Eg - Office's warm, hunger, laptop hangs, system hangs, shortie's rude, lady of the opposite unit screams on the phone and insists that I should tone down when I'm merely whispering, yada yada yada...

Of course there are the potent ones but oh well...memory's bad...barely remember them.

Now this is the time I thank god I am a goldfish.

Oh oh...and then I realized I'm uber simple...simple minded...no just simple.

There are things that make my day.

As in...after seeing things like that, I just smile...and smile...and smile...

And smile.

Like...when one's sick on the head.

Nice!

Saw a rainbow on the way back a couple days back.

Went frantic and started texting those that might be travelling on the same highway.

Snapped pictures. And even recorded a video.

PLEASE DON'T NAB ME I SWEAR I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!

I drove under it and then felt so good I had new found energy for workout. WOOT.

The awesomeness lasted 1 day. Hearts!

Can't wait for the Chubby Bunny Challenge on July 10th.

Hang in there Marshies. Peanutxz's coming!!!

I know right. FUGRY.

But baring them makes me happy too.

Baring them when I'm drenched in sweat makes me ultra happy!

Quote Renn Zhern: Work on abs now it'll be hidden behind the fats. -.-

I shall work on other parts firs then BUT Suzanne Bowen ROCKS BIG TIME.

Little Taylor. Painful fingers.

<3

Check out my tennis court forehead! ANG AR!

A healthy niece.

Check out her Harem pants. Ons.

And this was the best.

Could probably be an inside joke but her little flower travelled from her head till her hips I think.

It was a formal, corporate event.

Very nice, Lady. *bites lips to hold back laughter*

If you read my blog, I'm at Lobby level. Let's be friends. No, I mean it.

ALL THESE...have something in common.

They come towards the end of the day.

Meh.

Now tell me, what makes your day?

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On another note, I got tickets to the Eclipse premiere.

DON'T JUDGE ME! I IS NO FAN AND I IS NO TEAM DOG OR TEAM GLOWING-GHOST!

But you know sometimes you just need to watch certain movies just so you can join in the talk-of-town?

And I can't wait to come up with another Parody. The one we wrote for New Moon was epic.

HA.

Of Eggs and Comfort Food

I was told that you can't break an egg if you squeeze it with your hand.
Googled for answers. Can't confirm that it's a scientifically proven fact but I tried it this afternoon and...

IT DID NOT CRACK.

Someone prove me wrong.

You can be skeptical but yeah go try and tell me about it.

So since I couldn't break it, I smashed it on the wall and made a cake out of it.

Guiness Chocolate Cake

I have to admit that I totally dislike Nigella Lawson for her disgustingly imbalanced recipes (4 pieces of bread with thick spread of cream cheese and splashes of home-made ultra sweet jam for SNACKS), jarring use of 'sensual' language and close-up panning to her side 'seductive' random stares...-.-

WTF. (Would be nice to tune in for a few chuckles or if you're a guy and running outta porn then you know what to do -.-).

But then Babi showed me this recipe a few weeks back and I thought I'd make for Father's Day but then little one was hospitalized last week so everything went down the drain.

Decided to make it today.

Alone. Mommy not in. Nigella Lawson recipe. *let me hear u sigh*

If you did click on the link above, check out the amount of cream cheese she used. *barfs*

But oh well, I always contradict myself so...

Of course the batter was supposed to make like a whole cake but then it's so darn bad shape I'm not posting it up. Doesn't taste too good either. I blame...the recipe.

Ok la I just suck in baking can?! Shush! Oh and not only that, it gave me a reaaaaally cool scar.

Burnt my hand on the edge of the oven.

Cool! Semaciam Harry Potpot.

Oh yes and we were also talking about comfort food.

And if you read my previous posts, you should know that Peanutxz = Food.

I had trouble figuring what my comfort food was. O.o

Until...

HEARTS!

When Antibiotics Fail & Chinese Meds Recipe

So I fell ill again on Wednesday while attending training.
Fever.
Cough.
Soarthroat.

and...

Borderline BP reading.

C.R.A.P

I'm usually paranoid that I might be suffering from the deadliest diseases ever. BP reading was high a year plus back, have been keeping it under controlled and seeing it fluctuate once again...does make white hair sprout.

It doesn't help when the doctor wasn't friendly, was throwing jargons at me and...the bill was a bomb.

*after waiting for 40mins in the fucking cold A&E section*
Doctor: Sit down. Close the door. So what do we have here?

Me: I'm cold. REALLY COLD. A little soar throat...have been coughing *and I blurted out my flu history to her including how I had pre-hypertension when I was in Advertising*
Doctor: Open your mouth. *shines torch*. Hmm. Throat's really red. Need to monitor your cough. Come back next week. Might be bronchitis.
Me: HAH?!?!? *got cut off*
Doctor: But your lungs are clear. Just in case.
Me: Oh. -.-". And my BP?
Doctor: You're worried? Yeah I'm concerned too. Usually cough and the lack of sleep might trigger. I want you to come back on Friday. Wanna keep it monitored. Ok you can collect your medicine outside.
Me: -.-""". Ok. Thanks.

Wanted to ask more but...wadafak la no need don't like you auntie.

*At the counter*
Me: How much ar?
Nurse: HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN, please. :)
Me: HAH?!?!? HOW MUCH!?!?!?
Nurse: O.o...hundred and thirteen. :)
Me: HAH?!?!?! I don't have so much cash la. Card la can?
Nurse: Oh sure sure can. :)
Me: *thinks to self* Cibai so damn mahiao still wanna smile liddat. *facepalms*

So there...completed course.

Never turned up for the check today. Giving myself a few days. Sleeping early. Taking my oats like a good child. And hopefully it stabilizes.

:(. Now someone gimme a hug.

Speaking of medications, was pampering myself to...erm...a little shopping this evening after work. Walked past Koong Woh Tong and decided to get a shot of the herbal tea to detox.

You know, those black shit that smells and tastes...like shit too? -.-"

So I think this is what happens before one actually consumes the bowl of crap.

Pick your herbs. Usually depends on your sickness.

Either your body masuk angin, your bones masuk air or your qi lari and mixed with fire.

So sinse will choose random roots and leaves and seeds and taruh all into a pot.

Pour in 5 cups of water.

Must use traditional ugly pots liddat if not magic won't work.

Pour in the water. Medium fire, boil till water evaporates and fills a bowl. Must be a bowl. Kenot be more magic won't work oso. Size of bowl...the book never interpret. Only mentioned A BOWL.

The medication is ready to be consumed when:

1) The neighbours call bomba

2) The neighbouring country thinks Dengue rate is so high the whole country got fogged (yes, that's how much the med stinks)

3) Open up the lid and check out the colour of the crap. Don't see a thing? All black? Ok can. Pour into a bowl.

Pinch ur nose.

Close your eyes.

Down.

Most probably, you'd end up like this.

But apparently it works.

And it costs...RM1.30.

Like...a million times lower than SunMed.

Or is it more than a million?

Hah.

Ok shit sleep.

1am d.

*lower lips tremble*

The Wedding, Foam & The Weekend

Currently listening to:

500 Days of Summer, OST

So I disappeared for a week.

Courtesy of the flu bug. Still partially here but to hell with you I'm resuming my normal life.

Peanut's believe...try acting fine. Lie to yourself. Your system. Instead of frowning. You might feel better.

Might.

Last week was total epic fail.

Left work slightly early, F1-ed to Lynnie's house, changed and we set out together to a god-forsaken place called Selayang Palace.

God-forsaken. So we thought.

Took us almost 2 hours to get there. *shakes head*

Garmin failed me yet again. The map given by the restaurant was trash. Attempts to ask locals were...futile as they only spoke Chinese (and we have no idea what Selayang Palace is in Cinapek) so all I got was (loosely translated): 'Hah, here no palace wor. Got hospital and shopping mall la'.

-.-"

So anyone who's heading there in the near future, just head to Pusat Bandar Selayang, search for the hospital, go slightly forward and turn left at a tiny little junction that leads you to a dodgy King Coil building. Restaurant's at the back. (If you miss, takper. Go all the way to the traffic, light, go thru the horrendous jam, U-turn, go all the way back to god-knows-where, then U-turn again, and take the same road. Good luck).

The Oh-So-Youngs

No four-season bullshit.

Scallops, full force. We had 2 of this because we switched tables. Awesome.

And they served Abalone too. -.-"

Roomie. Wo hen xiang ni.

Bao Yue.

And no I didn't mean this piece...earlier on.

She's a prove miracles do happen.

Bitch. *jealous mode*

Drebar.

XD

Fell sick right away hence went missing.

All's worth it for the food.

Sekian.

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After staying away for approximately 2 weeks from Pyramid, I had my dose of Juice Works today.

Beetroot juice without ice is as gross as you think it is. Had fun seeping the fibre outta it and sucked it right down to its foam. Then got me wondering...

You know how annoying the sound is when one is sucking foam outta the narrow straw. And have you wondered what foam is? Foam is basically a substance of trapped bubbles isn't it? So sucking foam is basically sucking air. Means sucking nothing.

Ironically, sucking nothing always creates a non-harmonious, disturbing sound.

And just got me thinking...how certain dense people are like...foam.

The emptier they are, the louder they become, blabbing their lives away for no particular reason. And worst of all, they're always floating on the surface. Found everywhere, never willing to sink.

And always the leftovers too.

-.-"

Don't be foam la can? Bising la.

Ok just a random PMS thought.

Need to blog about Hong Kong Day 3 FAST! Work hampering in, memory fading out.

Oh and the weekend was Fantabulous. Because I saw my love of entah-how-many-years.

Haaa.

<3

Sorry Ah Kot.

Linda shall blog about you.

Now...

Work.

小喇景...