Once Upon a Time, There Lived… Them

March 9th, 2010 by Karmun

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And they don’t look like they lived happily ever after to me.

HAH! Take that all you Disney girls out there =P

I like this version so much better. It’s soooooooo bad ass.

With a Fire in My Bones, and the Sweet Taste of Kerosene

March 6th, 2010 by Karmun

Feelings and emotions are scary things. More than anything, they are complicated things. They wouldn’t prove so fatal, I suppose, if they have not in their existence, the blatant ability to either completely make us or break us. Unfortunately, they do, and that’s the price of purgatory we are all subjected to fork out for being – simply and wholly – human.

Isn’t it funny that such complex beings as ourselves are so blindly fuelled and driven by something so intangible as emotions? It would be more correct to say that we are made up almost entirely by these rushes of adrenaline and waves of melancholy. In part, I guess that’s why some of us become so careful to take the utmost caution of who we hand over bits and pieces of this highly volatile portions of ourselves. The slightest quiver, the smallest imbalance, may cause irreparable damage to our entire being. That’s one risk many are understandably not willing to take.

Yet, with anyone and everyone, there would come a time in their lives when they imperceptibly want to play that hand and take that gamble on trusting someone else with their feelings. Blinded by infatuation and buoyed by the sickening passion of hope and faith bubbling from their insides we all know to be Love, they suddenly feel dangerous enough to dare take that plunge. Some make it, falling safely into the arms of those who have tripped them, to be tucked away at night in blankets of warm kisses and hushed, silly titters. But what happens to those who misinterpreted and misaimed? Those who fell merely a foot short, or a metre too far to the left? Who helps scrape whatever that’s left of them off the sidewalk below when you can hardly tell fractured heart from stone and concrete? Given the circumstances, they might as well be one and the same.

I have been angry lately. I have also been afraid, so terribly afraid. They are both the resultant diseases of one another, the latter the product of the former’s affair with my most fragile heartstrings, and vice versa. Lingering shadows of spite stubbornly refuse to be cordoned off even by the brightest lights. Come nightfall, the purple darkness creeps over the edges of my heart in a prickling fear. In my efforts to stave them away, I work myself up into a struggling, pugnacious mess gasping for air, all the while knowing that my efforts are futile. Fear morphs into painfully suffocating frustration when that happens, and by the time I realise that I am helpless from the very beginning in winning this war waged by myself upon myself in myself, the cycle comes full circle and I am left a trembling shivering figure cowering in the dark all over again. A girl can only fight so hard, and only for so long. My only vice is that sometimes, I don’t quite know a hopeless cause when I see one.

Falling in love is very much like being set loose to float out to sea on a rickety raft, unanchored and completely without any form of paddles. Helpless and without a single inkling as to what awaits you the day after, you can only drift along patiently and hope that they sky keeps its vivid blue clarity and the waters remain calm and unagitated. You can only drift along and pray things remain sunny.  The moment a stray draught decides to get curious and sets you off-course, you’re a goner.

Recently, my head has been caught in a whirlwind of storms. What started out as a pleasant breeze has too fast mutated into whipping winds that slap and scratch at my face. They leave my eyes teary as they howl into my ears; if only I could open my eyes the tiniest crack, maybe then I’d be able to find shelter from this unprecedented rain and choppy waters. But even without having to look, the sinking stone in my gut told me all that I already knew. Without having to register the unfilled gaps in my raft that’s steadily letting water in, it was clear to see that I have drifted too far out from shore to return – at least not without having to put up the fight of my life. Then there was the predisposed question of resulting effect; even if I was willing to give my all and swim my way back, there is no promise that I would succeed. It’s suddenly dawned on me that I do not know how to swim.

Despite it all, we still crave to find that one person we can assuredly entrust ourselves to, that someone whose embrace we can close our eyes and freefall into be it in the dark or during the day. Quite unbelievably, I’ve found him, my one person in the world I know I can run off with to my happy place when things get too mean and scary. I’ve found my buoy that would, without fail, help keep my nose above waters when life gets too overwhelming and its undercurrents pulling at my legs become too strong for me to keep kicking to stay afloat.

But I am still angry, and still afraid.

Because underlying all my faith and belief in this buoy in holding me up and keeping me afloat, on my own, I still cannot swim.

She Killed It With Kisses and From It She Fled

March 3rd, 2010 by Karmun

It is appalling how grossly distorted the idea of beauty has become these days. The belief that thin equals beautiful has been around forever, yes. But surely, floating somewhere amidst the never-ending list of  diet-trends and preposterous new-age exercises (yogarobics, seriously?) shouldn’t people realise by now that something is distastefully wrong with society, especially since there came an era in which women were actually made to believe that there is no such thing as being too thin?

It is heart-wrenching to see the sort of pressure society presses upon women of all ages to look beautiful. While it is completely alright to want to look attractive, to inspire envy and admiration, it is equally wrong to be forcefed into believing that there is only one kind of look that is passable as beautiful; that there is only way to be deemed what society has mindwashed the rest of the world to believe is how all woman should look to be even considered attractive. It is not alright to paint the picture of a gaunt hollow shell of woman with twigs for limbs as the epitome of beauty.

Incidentally, Anorexia Nervosa was the topic I chose to present on for my Informative Speech for Public Speaking tomorrow. It was while reading up on the deadly disease that I came to realise how common it has actually grown to be. Off the top of my head, I can already think of a few girls whom I know on a personal level who was unfortunate enough to encounter the monster, and a few more who still are battling it. Who do we put the blame on when it comes to sourcing for the cause of this detrimental fatality?

More importantly, how can this be anything close to beautiful?

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Gah – just looking at her gives me goosepimples.

On a less revolting note, to celebrate the end of his Mid-Terms and er… the middle of the week (heh) Aris and I were suddenly feeling Japanese so that’s what we unanimously agreed upon to have for dinner. The fact that the coolest sushi chef we know works the kitchen at The Curve’s Senjyu Sushi made deciding where to go a pleasant breeze. Japanese fare has never been my fave but I thought I’d give it a go this time round. If you’re wondering what makes tonight so special, to be completely honest, it was because I was more excited about seeing Rekka do his thang than actually eating the end result x)

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Who knew the day would come that I’d sit myself willingly down in a Japanese restaurant, and pop into my mouth one weird roll of some sorta weird shellfish after another? =D

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Someone looking just a tiny little bit awestruck at what Rekka can do to a strip of salmon with simply your regular household kitchen knife, heh. Psst, lookie who’s a left-hander! =DDD

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Rekka! Sushi chef extraordinaire who made me this really yummy rolled up thingy with fried soft shelled crab inside, heh. I also learnt from him that the stench of salmon stays on your hands for days after if you’re stupid enough to handle them without gloves.

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Testing out my cellphone’s cam on nightmode. It’s retarded how I have a DSLR but take pictures for my blog with my 2MP cellphone cam hahaha!

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The funniest ingredients go into a sushi roll I swear. Avocado, deep-fried tempura prawns, mango and cucumber slices. How does that even work?? Look at the concentration on Rekka’s face x) Think of all the dedication that goes into a single sushi roll the next time you chomp on one without so much as a second thought! It takes effort way beyond that which I can imagine =S

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Rekka managed to sneak a picture for me when one of the meaner co-workers wasn’t looking.

It had been a good day, one complemented by free Clinique make-up, streams of empty chatter about everything and nothing, capped off with a highly entertaining dinner and a very insightful hunt for toiletpaper and toothpaste. Little things, he had said. I may finally be learning =)

P/S: As you may have noticed, I’ve failed tragically at keeping a food journal, reason being that I didn’t manage to figure out how to keep track of a bite here of cheesecake and a nibble there of peanut butter cookies =(

4th and Bleeker

March 1st, 2010 by Karmun

I think I’m one KitKat away from bleeding chocolate hahaha! After the amount of Patchi’s at Winston’s yesterday and all the KitKats I’d made myself believe duly substitutes lunch today, I was struck with a great idea. Perhaps I should start some sorta food diary, just to see what I eat. Maybe then I’ll finally see just how much junk I ingest into my system and start believing the Ninja Rabbit that I snack too much. Lalalalalala.

So here goes nothing!

Day One:
- 2 4-finger Kitkats
- Coke

Hmmm, not making much progress, are we. Already my prospects seem bleak! =S

On a completely unrelated note:-

Lara Stone is easily and undisputedly my favourite girl this month. Like yessssssssssssssss… Her airiness entices with just the correct amount of edgy haughtiness in her flow. Playful, yet sultry. The best sort, non?

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Le sigh.

Pimp My Ride

February 28th, 2010 by Karmun

Last weekend was a good weekend. After what felt like forever, I finally managed to catch up with two very old friends on Friday. These were two people with whom I went to primary school, where we played hopscotch and Ice Man, followed by secondary school where we survived the most brutal bitching and backstabbing by standing by one another. It was an afternoon that started off interspaced with raucous laughter as we recalled the last few things we did in the days preceding the biggest exams of our lives – SPM – but took a nostalgic turn come late afternoon as one by one we exchanged news about other fellow classmates; where are they now; what are they up to; who are they seeing. For an afternoon, we were transported back to a time when we worried about nothing but handing in our homework on time, hiding piercings and brown highlights in our hair from the disciplinary teacher, and exams. Those days seemed so far away upon recollection but they came back to live as if they had never died the moment a name, a time, a location was spoken from our lips. Five hours flew by amidst sushi, shoe-shopping, icecream, scones and piping hot red bean soup. But it can hardly sum up an entire decade’s worth of the most turbulent years of our lives.

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It may have been three years since we last saw each other in our white blouses and turqoise pinafores, hair pulled back in simple ponytails and walking the school corridors in shoes whitened so starkly white they seem to radiate a life of their own, but some things, like Additional Mathematics, Biology lab classes and 20-minute recess breaks, will never fade and peel away from the slates of our minds.

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Between Sheets of Summer Bathed in Blue

February 26th, 2010 by Karmun

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I’ve been in the best of moods these past few days. But that’s not saying it’s been the best week. Regardless, in between sneaking secret giggles into the collar of his shirt and pouting at being deprived of my sugary sweets, many things that may appear to equal the world in terms of urgency and importance suddenly seem so irrelevantly immaterial.

He had a lot of question to ask me, I knew, but his curiosity was equaled by the deep weariness in his bones that shone clearly through the lacklustre brown of his usually bright eyes, and exceeded by his fear. Fear of what? That I do not know. It pained me each time those lines etch themselves across his delicate forehead, each time that deep furrow digs itself a place in between his eyebrows. At moments like these, he seems so fragile, so small and little, that I am afraid to even hold him, for fear of crushing the flimsy front he’s fought so hard to upkeep. But that does not mean I care any less.

It’s too easy sometimes to take things for granted. That’s when the mistakes start spilling over in what would become an avalanche of painful regret and remorse. I’m trying really hard to revel in the lesser things in life and be grateful that I’m simply alive to be able to experience them. I’m making every attempt to open up and come to terms with what has happened and been done so as to be able to accept them with the grace of an adult and not the grief of a child. It’s hard – no one said it would be otherwise – but I’m trying. I’m not making much progress, I admit, but at least I am making an effort.

Maybe one day he’ll come to see just how much I do care, how much of myself I am laying on the table. Maybe one day he’ll stop worrying so much and be assured that I won’t be packing and headed out the front door first thing tomorrow morning, without so much as a note of goodbye.

Dancin’ in My Underwear

February 25th, 2010 by Karmun

The effects of an entire week of guiltless gluttony is beginning to show itself. My running shorts feels tighter, my tank tops fit me now and I no longer need a belt for certain pairs of jeans. Complain I may about the weightgain, albeit not a lot, I actually quite like the fact that I’ve filled out a little. I guess I’m just lucky that all of the 2kgs have gone to the right places =DDD

My computer died on me on the second day I got back to KL. For some odd reason it wouldn’t go online and try as anyone may, no one seems to be able to rectify the problem. Ben figured reformatting it would help so that ’s exactly what we did. Now this baby’s running on Windows 7 yo, and I’ve never seen this machine work any faster. Remember how it used to hang on me at least 7 times a day – and that’s on days when it’s feeling less of a bitch? It’s not hung even once since it came back from the miracle hands of Ben, which was only about 3 hours ago. Uh-HUH. It even loads Funny Junk in 15 different tabs now (not that I go there a lot, but fact to consider is that it can)! Whose computer is the awesomest??? Muahahahaha.

The start of the second half of this semester has been good thus far, even if it’s still too early to safely assume thus yet. Given how laidback and absolutely lazy Penang was, it feels unbelievably good to return to some sense of routine and orderliness. I was beginning to lose track of what day of the week it was, with seven o’clock cartoons and calls for dinner being my clock as to what hour of the day it is. Considering how lackadaisical a person I am, too much free time with absolutely nothing to so is never a good thing, heh.There’s just something about that little island that lulls the senses into believing that time is of plenty and to haste is to waste.

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This would be the first time ever that I’m grateful to be returning to the weather of KL over Penang’s. Every tree and car and blade of grass was being cooked in Penang and in the ten days that I was back, it didn’t rain once. At least here, a shower washes over once every two days or so, so I don’t feel baked. What a relief it was to be running in humane weather again, where the sun doesn’t feel like it’s searing your skin of your flesh in crisp strips!

STPM results were out today as well and I haven’t got the full lowdown on how everyone who had the guts to take on Form Six did yet, but I do know of someone whom I think did excellent. Keeping in mind that STPM is currently ranked the third hardest exam in the world – yes, the world – here’s my humongous congrats to Miss Tan Yuh Ting for acing her papers. Your efforts clearly paid off with your exemplary distinctions and for some weird reason, I’m feeling super proud of you x) And that cert with the string of A’s isn’t even mine! LOL. Can’t wait to see you soon when you get that call that I know is due to come when you get into Monash!

The Ninja Rabbit told me today that I should start appreciating more the little things in life instead of overlooking them all the time in my haste to go after the bigger, more “important”  things. After reading all that I’ve just typed out, I’ve come to realise just how many of the things that make my day are indeed the smaller, seemingly insignificant elements. For the first time in years, I see how I don’t need the fanciest clothes, the most extravagant meals at the hippest restaurants or a limitless platinum card to be content. In the case of our most recent STPM scorer, the fortune hasn’t even got to befall upon me to plaster a smile on my face. Being able to find peace of mind borne from peace of heart from the joy of others has always been something I’ve never been able to fully comprehend. I am glad that today, between an afternoon snack of apples while watching videos streamed off YouTube of golden-era boybands of the 90’s, I finally found the true meaning of happiness.

In My Pocket

February 21st, 2010 by Karmun

The hours are melting into days, and the days into weeks, far too fast. Come tomorrow we’ll be headed back to KL, and back to real life.

The past nine days have seen me stow away under the warm blanket of good home-cooked food, secret resurrections of computer games from my old schooldays, and miles run on familiar roads long before the sun is up. Tradition met change this year, what with Chinese New Year falling on the same day as Valentine’s Day, but nothing much bent out of its way back home. I still gorged on Pineapple Tarts the same way I do every year, and wrapped my hands eagerly around the same number of red packets carrying notes of the same value as they had for years. The difference this year was of course, the inclusion of the Ninja Rabbit in our celebrations, and that of Su Juin who took a bus up and spent 3 days with us.

Yesterday’s fireworks still ring in my ears and the sight of fluffy pink Turtle Pau’s (that’s what the Ninja Rabbit calls the Miku Pau xD) still swim before my eyes. Haircuts, new running shoes, midnight movies,  and lining up for a good half an hour all for a taste of what is apparently the best Nasi Kandar in all of Penang. And who can forget driving around at the most Godforsaken hour of the day in our hunt for butter?

Away from the hectic lifestyle and the race to be the best that is uni and KL.

I am not quite ready to leave yet.

Frogs, Snails and Puppydogs’ Tails

February 14th, 2010 by Karmun

What’s small, furry and are probably one of the cutest things ever to be conceived in this world?

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 PUPPIES!!!! =DDD

I know right they’re so absolutely adorable I wanted to just tote them home with me. Woe is this afternoon when I went over to my Grandma’s place. Now I can’t stop thinking about them cuties above!! x)

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Clearly, somebody else was even more excited about them than I was, heh. The Ninja Rabbit couldn’t stop chasing the little things around trying to get them to stay still enough so we could blind them with my very powerful Canon camera flash hahaha!

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I am head over heels in love with this little white one. It’s fat, clumsy, and would make even the coldest fish laugh out loud at the funny way it waddles around the place on its short stumpy little legs! Think penguin, only easily 100x cuter, fuzzy and furry.

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He, however, likes this brown mischievious one better – how very typical of a boy. Granted, it still is nevertheless really cute in its own way. Quite the contrary from the white one, Rusty here (yes, Aris has gone to the extent of naming it LOL) is less afraid of strangers and warmed easier to us. It danced around us without a moment’s hesitation and its cheekiness irked my German Shepherd, Elsa to no end. It’s hilarious watching Elsa trying to go around the little fellow who wouldn’t leave her alone.

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“Ooo, what’s that?”

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“Can I have some?”

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“Please? Please please please, pretty please?”

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“No.”

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“Awww…” =’(

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“Now I is sad…” =(

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“Ooo – PEANUT!!”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

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The star of the short comic strip above…. Rusty!! LOL!

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May too is especially taken by Rusty over his snowy friend. Oh well, all the more that I can have her all to myself =)))

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“C’mere you.”

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“Guess what’s for lunch???”
ROFLMAO.

I don’t remember the last time we were all so silly, chasing after the little fellows as little children would, but spend a good hour or more doing exactly that was precisely what we did.

It’s the huge puppydog eyes that did it, I swear! ;]

This is Where the Hungry Come to Feed

February 13th, 2010 by Karmun

The corners of my mouth are still greasy from the bits of sweet meat and mini bean jam buns I’d sneakily allowed myself to have eventhough I’m stuffed to the brim from the humongous dinner I’d rush all 500km and 5 good hours and more on the highway home for.

It’s good to be back! =DDD

I sit here patting my pleasantly well-fed tummy as I type this. Pineapple tarts, chocolate chip almonds cookies and giant prawn simmered to mouth-watering perfection in curry – perhaps I should’ve bought all my new clothes in a size bigger than my usual XS heh. Already I feel heavier and my jeans tighter and it’s only been a day since I got back!

The traffic was actually pretty smooth as opposed to the massive stand-still crawl we’d half-expected. In fact, it was heavensent if it were to be compared to the nightmare that was the journey home for Raya of ‘09. Best bit was, it didn’t even rain – not even the tiniest shower.

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The journey was shortened considerably by lame jokes cracked out of desperate measures, and the silliest mix CD of the most random music from every genre you can think of. Mind-numbing though it was, it provided ample entertainment for the long drive, so special thanks to the compiler who happens to be a dear friend, you know who you are =D (I doubt he reads my blog anyway haha).

A treat even awaited us at our break when we stopped by Kuala Kangsar to drop Su Juin off. Who knew the little town had hidden amongst its rustic shoplots and quaint coffeehouses such awesome seafood?? My salivary glands are now awake just thinking about the lovely Kung Fu Hor Fun, Lala Mein, Yin&Yang Fish and eel grilled in Dried Chilly Sauce we were treated to by Juin’s lovely family. We were starving because it was nearly 10.30pm by the time we dropped her off so you can bet we cleaned everything that was on the table!

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That was all last Friday when the anticipation of coming home overcame even the exhaustion in our bones that creeped over over us from the long journey. There’s just something to returning to all that is familiar that gives you a drive to push on in times when you least expect to find the strength =)

I was in such a good mood that I didn’t even so much as chide my brother for getting me my first summon for parking on a yellow line! x) See the smiley? That’s proof of this if anything is ever gonna be =D

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Home I am and good does it feel =D And intend I do to fully enjoy my one week I have here before I dive back into all the insanity that is uni coursework, assignments and my impending Mid-Terms.

HAPPY CNY ALL! =)))

Itchy with a Capital B

February 11th, 2010 by Karmun

Panadols have been my steady diet for the past week and more now and it’s only yesterday that I graduated to Nurofen. Regardless, I still feel like shit and since there’s this thing going on out there about how you look what you feel, then I guess I should look pretty shitty too. Pfft. I don’t get why I’m not getting better. I finished all my antibiotics, took all my meds on time and have been chugging on nothing but water (as opposed to Nescafe lol). WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY BODY??

The nasty sore at the back of my throat is back and it feels like I swallowed a handful of nails each time I do. Not even Kit Kat managed to cheer me up =( Boo.

I’m supposed to be packing to head home to Penang for CNY tomorrow but guess what I’m stuck and bound doing instead?

My 2000-word Public Relations essay that’s due tomorrow at 10am HAH!

It’s close to 11.30pm now and not only am I far from done with the damned essay, I also have no idea how to get it printed to hand it in tomorrow. Joy is me. Least I’ll have Pineapple Tarts awaiting me when I reach home =)))

Begone all that is foul and corrupt ie: throat infection and stupid redundantly long essay.

TTFN.

Grape Soda and Ice Cream Floats

February 11th, 2010 by Karmun

Why are you so certain about me, about us? How can you be so sure about anything?

I dont know. I really don’t know. I guess it’s purely instinct. You know that feeling you get when you know you’re doing the right thing? And then you end up indeed doing the right thing? That’s how I feel about you.

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Four months; 16 weeks; 112 days.

Lalalalalalalalala :D  

Last Weekend

February 7th, 2010 by Karmun

Snippets from last Saturday and Sunday past bring only to my mind, the pleasant remnants of flighty barefooted kisses in the pouring rain, fairies, vanilla icecream, a millenia-old dragon, Bon Jovi T-shirts, flea markets, butterfly knives and most of all, the heavenly scent of warm and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. It’s quite amazing the number of random things you find yourself doing when you decide on the spur of a moment to just bring along your camera for the day (or two) and simply let loose. Good things happen when you allow you inner child go unabashedly trigger-happy =)

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It was sweltering, the kind of warm that sees not even a fly stir the thick, humid air. The hottest time of the year was upon us, its arrival announced by first my fever and resultant throat infection. But we were young, and fuelled by love, the combination was one brisk enough to leave us itching for new sights, smells and sounds every day.

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Even ran into my Intro to Film lecturer! Hahaha. Yes, tht’s Ms Kartini from the local TV show 3R. I have a popular TV host teaching me Film in uni. How cool is that? =P

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I’m a good shade darker now and my tanlines are the most vivid I’ve ever seen on myself disregarding that time I got sunburnt from fishing with YuhTing and the boys. Yet, this 110degrees weekend is one I’ll not want to give in exchange for anything else in the world <3

Banana leaf rice and secondhand bookstores ain’t got nothing on us!

New York New York Turner’s Burger Challenge

February 6th, 2010 by Karmun

First off, I don’t know how many people precisely know about this challenge, because I sure wasn’t aware of it up until I walked by the deli in 1-U and saw the banner promoting the challenge myself. However, it’s apparently been about for quite some time and many have been raving about it. Quite a number have even given it a try, and out of the few I know of who did, none have made it thus far. Sounds terribly scary, doesn’t it? x) What am I talking about?

Apparently New York New York, this deli specialising in any New Yorker’s favourite staple, the cheeseburger, has laid forth a challenge quite unlike any I’ve encountered before (not here in Malaysia anyway). Looks like it has opened its doors to whoever dares try finishing their Turner’s Burger within an hour. The person who does so, gets the meal free of charge – a humongous platter of a giant burger 8 good inches in diametre, with a side of an insane amount of fries. That’s RM50’s worth or beef, cheese and lettuce, sandwiched in between a thick sesame seed bun, with a more than generous helping of fries enough to stuff four people. Yes, you read right. FOUR. The mere sound of it alone is enough to cause me to quiver. So guess who in all his male macho-ness thought he’d be able to take the Turner Monster on?

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The thing may not look all that intimidating here but trust me, when it first came to be placed on our table, my eyes nearly fell out of their sockets at the size of it. Just compare the thing to the width of his face if you really need a visual rough idea. It’s bigger than his head! The chef who prepared it was grinning from ear to ear when he came over to read us the rules – apparently they’d been waiting all week for someone to take the burger on and my bottomless pit of a boyfriend was the first this month.

Get ready: Things are gonna get ugly x)

For someone his build, you’d think he wouldn’t get far. But like the ninja he likes to think he is, he surprised even me when he downed half of the grotesque thing merely within the first five minutes of the allocated time.

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I mean, I’ve heard of his seemingly unbelievable stomach capacity from his friends who had painfully lost expensive bets to his very voracious appetite – something along the lines of five McDonald’s cheeseburgers with fries to boot, and three milkshakes if I’m not mistaken – but this burger came in a size that was not quite suited for humans! Nevertheless, the food steadily disappeared right before my eyes.

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Before long, all that was left were the fries. That’s when he started to feel it.

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I guess it wasn’t very nice of the chef to load on so much fries. On top of being the big fat chunky ones that were easily four times the thickness of your regular McDonald’s fries, they were horrendously dry, which made swallowing difficult. But according to the Ninja Rabbit (I wasn’t allowed even a bite from his plate cuz he’s gotta finish the entire thing himself) it wasn’t feeling full that made it an ardous task – it was getting jelak of the fries that made it hard. He slowed down considerably come the end of half an hour.

Finally, after much coaxing from me to just give it up and pay for it, he raised the white flag. Call me the devil’s advocate, but he was sweating like mad from shoving so much dry fried potato down his throat! It was so bad, I can hear his stomach groaning at the strain from what it’s containing inside! He was super reluctant to to give up when he was so close to completing the challenge, with only a handful of fries left but eventually raised his hand in defeat to call for the chef. 

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We ended up having to pay for the monster of a burger but it was an experience well worth the money in my books LOL! If only I had the foresight to bring my camera along, which I’d left at home hence the lousy pictures from my handphone you see above – I didn’t even have my compact cam with me, someting I usually carry around in my bag everywhere I go!  Regardless, it was still quite an achievement that a guy his size managed to finish the burger within ten short minutes. Shame that it’s the fries that decided the winner x)

Already he’s polishing his strategy to take it on again. Maybe Winston will fare better with his stomach that comes equipped with the most efficient flushing system perfected from years of pratice hahaha.

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Winston, he’s counting on you to avenge his tortured soul and, more importantly, his traumatised stomach! LOL!

When Studying Gets Too Much

February 6th, 2010 by Karmun

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