Saturday, January 12, 2008

I dream of rainbows and ponies

Ignore the title. I just felt like typing something random.

I know what you're thinking. I bet you're already picturing this:
























=.=

I was thinking more along the lines of manly He-ponies wielding killer gamma-ray emitting rainbows. If you're wondering how that works, then that makes the two of us.

See, I've officially gone detrimentally wacko.

The point is, I did have a rather weird dream yesterday.
























Jonmah in snoozy-woozy lala land.


No, it didn't have anything to do with me climbing a Jacob's ladder to the land of eternal buffets, unfortunately.

Neither did it have anything to do me having lunch with Carrie Underwood. That's daydreaming, and unlike dreaming, you do have some measure of control over that, until the inevitable adolescent hormones kick in.
























It started as all dreams start, where you find yourself somewhere quite familiar.

I found myself at home, because I didn't want to attend a particular family dinner. By now, I realized it was a dream because it was a FREE dinner (paid for by grandpa, so it's free for us lah). And customarily, because my Grandpa had expensive taste-buds and an exquisite sense of refinement when it comes to matters pertaining to food, we would normally go to, well, to say the least, restaurants that served good food.

Honestly, how could I NOT go?

But well, as dreams often go, things don't happen very logically.

So there I was, at home, alone. HUNGRY. Blardi Hial, I still don't understand why I didn't go! Anyway, being hungry AND alone, I decided to call up someone to go for dinner.

And since I can't drive . . . she did.

I'm feeling so =.= just writing this post. The thing is, if you knew her, she doesn't drive yet. Whether it's age, or time constraints or plain I-don't want-to-drive, I'll let you speculate.

So right, SHE drove me there. And since girls are generally bad with directions, I chose the restaurant lah. Actually, I was quite torn between two priorities of equal consequence. Girl or food? You see, at this point I was probably raving mad with hunger, dribbling at the mandibles, uh...I mean foaming at the mouth, so I figured a candlelight dinner with a romantic ambiance would probably take too long for the food to arrive.


















If I get the girl, and still end up dying, all my life's work would have gone to waste. As you can see, self-sustenance comes first, so that ruled the candlelight dinner out.

I consoled myself then, saying 'Chinese restaurant also got candle light mah.'

True enough, there are little candles at the tables of Chinese restaurants. Of course, it's more to keeping the flies away than anything else. And the flame of the candle probably pales in comparison to the glaring glow of the fluorescent light tubes. Meh, the Chinese really have no subtlety or tact.

Ok-lor, so then we drove up to this place. I had been there numerous times on numerous occasions and over and over again, they have proven themselves worthy of the visits. And the fact that the food was served quickly was an added bonus.

Then we stepped inside.



Hold on, I really have to catch my breath here.



Seriously, whatever happens next, DON'T LAUGH. It's not funny (for me, anyway).



Basically, the WHOLE restaurant was jam-packed with my relatives. I nearly died.

My grandpa probably booked the whole restaurant and called for a family reunion. Then they all turned around to see who had entered (or maybe they heard the sound of my jaw dropping).

Oh crap.

You do realise that bringing a girl to dinner with your family is tantamount to saying "this is my, you know, 'friend' ". And the WHOLE family was there.

I must have been shocked out of my sleep then, because I don't remember what happens after.

And that, my friends, is why I feel so =.= today.

Someone cheer me up.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Google fun

I recently stumbled across a book that tells you how to find out dastardly secrets about everyone, though maybe not so dastardly if you're used to glitzy paparazzi gossips.

Look, you can't NOT know Google. People would probably give you a blank look if you even thought of asking 'Whats the google website?'.

And yes, if you're thinking of anything Google-like they will know. You see, when you think, you emit these little particles into the atmosphere called Hameons that can be detected only by a very expensive device called the Pork-Chopinator. Why ham? Because it just is. You don't hear yourself asking 'Why is nose-picking scientifically known as Rhinotillexomania?'. Because it just is.

And they're not called the 'We know everything there is to know search engine' for nothing.

Even your thoughts.
























DON'T let this happen to you.

If you act fast, you'll be able to minimize (or maximize, as you'll soon read) public divulging of your most intimate, dastardly secrets!

As always, I've got the scoop. Here's how :

  1. Visit www.google.com
  2. Enter your name into the search bar followed by 'is', with quotation marks, like this : "jonathan is"
  3. Search and prepare to cringe as your darkest secrets are revealed!

I did a quick search on mine and got this : Jonathan is no longer in solitary confinement but prison life remains harsh.

HOW DID THEY EVER FIND OUT???

Seriously! Go give it a try with your own names, and feel free to share as you see fit. Remember, the first step into rehabilitation is admission of guilt! This is, of course, assuming you're coming clean about your past wrongs.

See, by admitting you're telling everyone 'Oh fine, I'm no longer in solitary confinement, but, so what? I like it here being ostracized by the public. In fact, I don't have to share my food anymore!'

If it backfires, like a certain Mr Chua Soi Lek, then it's really not my problem. It's yours. So now that everyone knows, they won't be prodding you behind your back any longer. Sure, they'll be prodding you in front of your back, but you'll probably feel better about it now.

So, go! Have a shot at it and tell us how it went.

Final words : Be strong.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Back to business

It's back to school, for those who care. The first two days of school were a jumble of franticness and being overly lax. A strange paradox, I know. All the teachers were basically laying out the 'year plan' for us, and all the datelines for ALL our work, throughout the year.

'Blardi Hial!' (in a Mr Soong-esque fashion)

But it's to be expected, life isn't a bed of roses. It's time to slap myself and pull up my socks! Not like they're not high enough already.

And so I digress.

I went shopping! (Yay!)

And bought books! (Aww...)
































Obviously 'A Walk to Remember' isn't for me, but I just might get around to reading it, oh you know, if I really really have nothing to do.

And even more recently, Friday night to be exact, I went for a movie. Not a good time, considering the amount of residual work I have stacked up. It was a really spontaneous decision. It went something like this:

(Setting - Dinner table. Props -food)

Dad : So when do you want to go watch National Treasure 2?
Me-lah : How about now?
Dad : Alright!

And that was it. We rushed off, grabbed jackets and everything. It was 9.00pm. The movie schedule said 9.20pm or some other ungodly hour. Oh die!

And that wasn't just it, I had to buy my SWITCHFOOT tickets as well! You know, just in case a throng of mad switchfoot revelers suddenly snapped up ALL the tickets and I would fall into depression, have a nervous breakdown and stay that way for the rest of my short life! Anyway, when we got there, got everything done, it was 9.30!

Blardi Hial! I'm really using a lot of exclamation marks!!!

So, National Treasure!















Okay, anyway. The point was we didn't get the 9.20 tickets. We bought the 9.50 ones instead. Sad thing was, there were no more consecutive seats so the three (dad, sis, me) of us had to sit all over the cinema. Bah, and there was this guy next to me muching his popcorn noisily AND all the while giving 'supplementary info and LIVE feed commentary' to some other person.

You know, it seriously gets annoying after awhile. I mean, idiot! You don't say things like 'OMG@&%! DID YOU SEE THAT?!?!?' Obviously she freaking saw it! You're sitting a foot away from her in the same BeepBeepBeep cinema!!! Okay-lah. He didn't actually say that, but if anyone did I would get seriously annoyed about it.

Right, anyway the movie wasn't too bad. I preferred the first one though, where the bad guys were badder and the treasure looked more treasurey. (I know, I know, adjectives, don't be all harsh on me) The first one was very well paced, and didn't feel too long or draggy at all. This one was too, except I couldn't stand Nicholas Cage's mumbling.

Thank goodness for Diane Kruger!




























And once again, I digress.

I lost $$$$$$$$. . .

It's almost amazing how much it costs you for entrance to a stupid concert. Wait, I didn't just say stupid! It's a great concert, stupid fee. Blame it on Axcess, the ticketing company who's in charge of ticket fees.
















I can almost smell...SWITCHFOOT!

Seriously, I'm going crazy with anticipation.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Movies in the upcoming year

I take it back when I said 'Whats all this fuss about the new year, bla bla bla'.

I just watched two trailers of upcoming movies and now I'm practically drooling with anticipation. Much like Transformers, the marketing teams really know how to build up the anticipation as the months tick off till the movie premiers.

But, don't take my word for it, watch it for yourself.



Batman - The Dark Knight
Scheduled for release in the Summer, which is about July or August.



Ironman
Scheduled for release 2nd May 2008

My New Year Spaghetti

Happy New Year everyone, though I really can't see what the fuss is all about. I spent my remnants of 2007 in bed (sleeping, of course). You can never quite have too much sleep.

Today feels like any other I've had during these hols, which are abruptly coming to an unfortunate end. Wake in time for lunch, then bum around all day doing what I fancy.

I imagine most of you waould have made new year resolutions already. I'm planning on putting 'Not Procrastinating' on the top of my list, but I'll do that later.

So, my way of celebrating the new year was to cook something up. I've been dying to try this recipe I found for weeks now and I thought this would be a pretty good excuse for me to whip up lunch.

Here it is, Spaghetti ala Carbonara.
























Some of the ingredients, ready to be prepared and cooked.


















Frying the bacon. It's gives off a lovely fragrance when lightly fried in olive oil.


















Bacon! Unfortunately for some, non-halal.

















The finished product. Spaghetti ala Carbonara.


















Fresh out of the frying pan and onto the dishes it goes.

It didn't taste too bad, but it was a little dry since it was the fried kind. I guess we're more used to Carbonara having it's mouth-wateringly creamy sauce to top off the noodles.

Don't be fooled by how it looks, it actually is really filling because of the ingredients used, double cream, cheese and 6 eggs among them. We had a hard time finishing off everything.

Next stop, I'll try my hand at Bolognaise and see if anyone gets indigestion. :)