spacecake

What is spacecake?

Myth has it that its one of the best cakes to have been created by mankind. The name came from the effect of ingesting the cake - consumers of the cake will experience an out of the world sensation, ie. out to space. The spacecake can only be exclusively found in the city of Amsterdam, Holland. It is rich in carbs and er... herbs. Suitable for any person of any age and for any occassion.
(Source: Wikiberry, 2009)

Thanks to mah lovely girls again and also Inspector Zhen, I had the opportunity to taste the famed spacecake! Met up with Zhen in London yesterday where he passed me the valuable gift... Thank y'all!

*Hugs and kisses*

Got high just by holding spacecake

Spacecake! Wheee~~

According to Inspector Zhen, normally I'd have to wait for about an hour for the effect to kick in after eating it. Didn't happen to me. Waited all night. But still as sober as a nun. He bluff people lorh; either that or my drug tolerance is damn high, which I believe is 99% the case. So disappointed. Why am I so geng?

T_T

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On another topic, Christina brought us to this Korean restaurant in Tottenham Court Road which was fucking amazing. Granted, the place was small and well hidden, but omg the food was awesome! On top of that, service was one of the best and the price was really affordable. Yum! To those of you who love Korean food and happen to be in London at the same time, do hunt around for that place; its really worth the trouble.

Kimchi pancake - fucking delicious

Complimentary appetiser of seaweed and bean sprouts (apologies for the bad photography)

My Korean rice cake - I daresay its better than the one in Daore, KL

Chris' kimchi soup - delish~

Puan Christina

Inspector Zhen

lookit that!

How sweet of mah gurls! Checked my email yesterday and oh my, it made my day. See what I got.

Message from Amsterdam!

Letter from Amsterdam!

Compare this to other letters in the guestbook of Anne Frank's House...

Click on pic to enlarge

Ahahahahahaha!

Bimbocity was brought up to a new level. Damn, who shu le. And that, was one of the best letters that I have received so far. Other visitors to the place need to lighten up... just walk through the place and "ooh" and "aah". No need to sob on the guestbook.

Ah, I miss my Wessex family. I may not be in Amsterdam but they brought a bit of it to me.

*tears of touched-ness* (if that's even a word)

To answer everyone's question, here's - How My Eurotrip Got Screwed (point form)

• Bag containing passport, ID, driver's license, all sorts of stuff was stolen last year.
• Lodged police report.
• Made new passport and collected it.
• Sent passport to UK Home Office to replace visa.
• Home Office sent an important letter to me, a few times.
• Bridges Hall (in charge of mails of my Halls) rejected letters - said that I was no longer residing in Wessex Hall, a few times - marderfarrrkeeerrrr
  
• Exam over, Eurotrip approaching.
• Passport not to be seen.
• Worried and contacted Home Office.
• Was made aware of the multiple rejection of letters by Bridges Hall.
• Result of me not receiving the letter: Visa application was incomplete, no passport back, unable to leave the country, lots of money lost (already paid for plane tix and accommodation).
• Worry turned to milk-curdling, blood vomiting, curry souring, abugit fury.
• Confronted receptionist at Bridges the next day.
• Blame was pushed around and even to the extent that my name was confusing (fucking piece of bullshit), no apologies were offered, and the stupid bitch was fucking ugly, in desperate need to get laid and unhelpful - all at the same time, wow!
• Sent a complaint email to relevant authorities.
• Going to meet up with the Head of Accommodation herself tomorrow.
• Wish me luck (I want my money back!)

There you go. Bridges Hall screwed my Eurotrip. Fuck you, Bridges. Fuck your inefficiency and downright stupid staff. May you get burned down one day and may your female bitches get herpes. Amen.

i'm so lazy

Went to Oxford like roughly 2 weeks ago to celebrate Ah Ma's birthday. And we had a blast!

Walked around Oxford, camwhored, went boating where we had hands-on experience on punting which was fucking awesome, camwhored, ate dinner in Jamie Oliver's Kitchen which was fucking expensive but ohmygawd-the-food-were-delicious-yum! and camwhored.

I planned to blog about this thing ages ago, and its only now that I finally got down to doing it. But the moment my arse hit the chair, laziness set in. So I'm gonna do the whole read about it here, here, here and here thing.

Clickety-clicky-clicky!
Oxford Part 1
Oxford Part 2

K la, k la. I shall upload videos of our professional punting skills soon. We were so good at punting, someone should make a movie out of it and call it Boat Meets Tree.

That's it for now!

oh come on now!

I got a sunburn! A fucking awful sunburn! In UK! Like, wtf??? I thought this only happens in Malaysia!



See, see, see! Its the imprint of my tank top along with my bra strap line! Urgh. So horrible. If I had known that I would have gotten sunburnt even here, I would've lather up the sunblock and wore a tube. Now I can't wear my tube dress to go clubbing. Ci bai.

On a random note, here's a pic taken from outside my window.

Aunty the very fat sunbathing... with an umbrella. -_-"

I swear, those jugs must be at least G cups.

whooops!

Yes, yes. I am finally blogging again. So sorry to my less than 10 readers out there. U know how when your life becomes super happening, your blog just goes into a coma? If that never happened to you, omg you sad, sad creature.

Nyahahaha!

Ok, enough with being mean. A note of warning to y'all - this post contains no pics. So if you are a self-proclaimed bimbo who cannot comprehend words, do come back at a later time for future posts. I guarantee you, they will have pics; I need to sort them out a bit before I start posting.

Earlier today, dear Ben asked what happened to my leg. I have a hideous scar on my right thigh which makes for very unsexy legs. Please click here for a reminder of the cause of it.

Neway, he's the third person who asked me abt this fucker on my leg. Believe it or not, this has actually inspired me to write a post. Yeah. A sad moment to break the momentum of happening-ness.

So I came up with an answer scheme for the question What Happened to Your Leg?

Answer 1:
Its from surgery last year. (Then they'd ask why and I'd proceed with an A-Z story)

Answer 2:
I happened to spill boiling hot water on that particular patch. I am so smart because I did not scald my entire leg; just that particular spot. And I purposely turned my upper body backwards cos I think that the back of my thigh looks the best with a scar. Whooo! I am so smart. (Its true that someone actually asked me if I scalded myself with hot water there. Poyooooooo... *sweats*)

Answer 3:
(Excitedly) Damn, I tell you! I got into a gang fight last year, and this bitch took a knife and stabbed me right there! And I grabbed the knife out and stabbed at her chest(!), and then her boob exploded! Phwarrrr!!! Take that, bitch!


LOL. I actually gave Ben the third answer. He was amused. And I can't stop laughing cos I managed to conjure the image of an exploding boob. I found it comical, frankly.

Ahahahhahahahhahaha. I am so funny.