Not your average BROWNIES!

 

It was like a mini-bloggers gathering last Friday in DST HQ for Bobby Chinn’s Press conference + Cooking demo. Syaz was there too and we talked a little. Her brownies damn laku okay. And I was lucky that she had free slot and terus made my booking!

 

Lunching with the D.I.E-ers

 

I told Syaz that I’ll be picking it up at 1.30pm but we finished lunch early and to be honest, I couldn’t wait to pick up those yummy desserts already. And so, I appeared at her doorsteps at 1.15pm.

My box of delicacies!

*drool*

I know it may look sweet to you, but I tell you.. it’s not as sweet as I imagined it would be. I only get to eat 2 pieces because my classmates (especially Dewi) loved it so much that they nearly finished everything.

Lucky I got to save some for Bobby… wah lao eh.


   

I’d tried brownies from many bakeries in Brunei and most of the time… they’re just too spongy, having textures like chocolate cake. But Syaz’s brownies… YUMM! It was so muddy and rich!

I’m so going to order again and this time, I have to prepare another tub of vanilla ice cream topping on it. Okay, bad bad idea.. I wanna look good for our (as in Bobby and I) 5th anniversary celebration so… sigh… no yummy brownies till end of May.

:(

 

Here’s the link of the article that BT had written.
See, its really that good!


It’s $15 for a box of brownies (like the size you saw above) and it’s worth every penny! Reach her at +673 8 950000 or place your order either by visiting her blog at www.sasmonroe.net because habis stock! Regret till you die later I tell you.

The other “Bobby” – the celebrity chef

 

First of all, I’ll like to say shout a huge “THANK YOU” to Simpur, especially Marul, for organising and inviting me… or rather us bloggers to the press conference and the cooking demo.

I know, how lucky right?

 

When we saw the amount of people categorized under the word “Press”, we kind of freaked out and turned around asking,
“Eh… you got anything to ask or not?”

Okay, I wasn’t smart or witty enough to come up with funny / productive / brilliant question, so all that I did during the press conference was… laughed.

Bobby Chinn was so funny and cute! And I couldn’t believe that he actually shared with us the process and his feelings when undergoing colonic irrigation. Wow.

I learned that he dislikes durian… and his definition of durian that day was…

”A sweet raw garlic with an essence of garbage”

 

 

HAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHHAA!!!! How very true! Sorry durian-lovers, I have no passion for durian and I have no idea why people go crazy over it.

 

And I was lucky enough to taste Bobby’s cooking. Goodness! The beef was so tender and juicy. Yum to the max!

Oh btw, saw the t-shirt above. Bev got it and Tina helped so that I could take a picture of it. So funny lah the 10 Stages of Drunkenness! Especially No.7. HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAAA.

After the cooking demo, he proceeded to the book signing.

Bobby… okay, I gotta specify now, Bobby Lim my Mr. Punctual is a fan of Bobby Chinn and so I bought the book for him and requested Bobby to deliver a special message.

   

Yup,

“DEMAND LESS
&
COOK MORE”

Be jealous

 

 

Yes, be VERYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY jealous.
Hahahahhahaa.


Waiting for others to blog about it so that I can “curi” photos from their blogs.

Later~

Mandarin Lesson 101

 

Out of nowhere, Bobby requested that I should speak Mandarin to him and strictly Mandarin only. Oh well, maybe I always complain him… “Eeyer, very sien lah you. We paktoh so many years liao your Mandarin still like “poop”!”

Oh yes, you should listen to him when he tried to speak Mandarin to my mum then my mum answered him back in broken Hokkien… Haih, if you see that scene ah, you’ll probably think it’s a Vietnamese drama with no subtitles.

And, he sibeh suka placed his order in Mandarin in Chinese restaurant when the waitresses there have no idea what the heck was he trying to say.

Hmm… maybe that’s why that Orang-Pisang always kolomee lah.

“Siaw-jie, kolomee yi ge.”

Tell you, my Mr. Punctual the Orang Pisang (Gosh! I’m really good in giving him new nicks!) knows nothing about “Penjodoh Bilangan”. Whatever thing also he uses “ge” – which is “sebuah” in Chinese.



I’m teaching him Mandarin vocabulary now.

The basic one like numerals he okay lah, but not when it exceeds 5 digits. And lately, he’s more keen in knowing the vocabs for anatomy like eyes, mouth, nose, ears.. you know, the super kindy stuffs.

And last 2 days, he asked me what is fingers in Mandarin.

Me: Shou Zhi

Him: Soul Zeeee

Me: Shou Zhi

Him: Sou Ji

Me: Shou. Zhi. Zhi – like how you pronounce Z-H-I

Him: But I pronounce Z-H-I as Zeeeeee.

Me: *slaps head* See, that’s why I think I should teach you Han Yu Pin Yin first. The phonics in Mandarin is different from English bah. You can pronounce it as if you’re speaking English leh.

Him: …..

Me: Shou-Zhi

Him: *struggling* shoou… zi

Me: Bah, can liao. Finger nail is Zhi-Jia.

Him: Zee-Siak?

Me: Zhi-JIAK (Yes, my Seria slang came out.. Hahhaa. I call it Zhi-Jiak instead of Zhi-jia in real life one)

Him: Zhi… Jak.

Me: (Malas layan already….)

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Then yesterday I tested him again.

Me: Bah, what is finger in Chinese?

Him: Soou Shi ? ….. Souu Ji ? Shoou……Zeeeee

Me: Shou Zhi. You just pronounce is as the sleeping Zzzzzzzzz with the buzzing sound lah. Shou-Zzzzzz

Him: Ok. Sou-Zzzzz

Me: Finger nail leh?

Him: Sou Ja, Sou Jak…. Zeee … I forgot!

Me: Zhi Jiak! Just remember, fingernail is use to gorek sai. Eat sh*t, Jiak Sai! So.. it’s Zhi-Jiak.

(Yes, I know my method of teaching damn tidak lulus one. But teaching Bobby this kind of person must use special sikit punya method)

And it helps!

Me: What’s finger?

Him: Sou..Zzzzz?

Me: Then what’s fingernail?

Him: Sou…. Sai, Jiak-Sai… Sou-Jiak. No, Zzzz-Jiak!


Not bad huh?

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And yesterday when we’re shopping for my water bottle.. because I clumsily dropped mine and now I have to buy a new one. I’m looking for water bottle with the capacity of 2L though.

We walked around Utama Grand looking at price tags and it was like a outdoor activity with me asking him to read those prices in Mandarin.

$2.50 – Liang kuai pan

$3.90 – San kuai…………………………………….. jiu?

(He took longer time for reading numbers like eight and nine because he had to mentally recall starting from 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7…)

$16.55?

Se liu kuai…………. Impossible Pan Pan?


I tell you, I was laughing so loudly when I heard the “Pan Pan”.

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And now, I’m trying to teach him the difference between Buy and Sell.

Buy - Mai3 and Sell – Mai4


Dear friends and colleagues of Bobby,
Feeling bored and sien with your work? Why don’t you go to him now and ask him what is Finger, Fingernail, Buy and Sell in Mandarin?

Have fun~

 

 

(Bi, I know you’re cursing me Kanasai in your heart now, right?)

Monopoly Night

 

Brought some board games to BSB this week.

 

Played this last night.

 

Mine!

 

Mine again~

 

F4 Cheenas

 

F4 Cheenas take two – cos WeiKee didn’t get fit in the frame in time.

 

We’re so noisy last night and I certainly hope we didn’t annoyed any tenants there. Couldn’t help it when there’s a long stretch of road with hotels and the jackpot had accumulated up to $1k+ to win (by arriving at the free parking, one of the customised rules)!!!

After all, I only have another 3 more weeks to enjoy my hostel life with the girls. And I just learned that we’re assigned to the blocks according to the our year. See what I mean about me being ignorant~ The freshies will be allocated to F5 and 6, F1 and 4 for year 2, and the F2 and 3 (the nearest to the entrance) for the final years.. I think so? Correct me if I’m wrong.

My super cute nightie~

Okay, that’s all.
Bobby is picking me up for dinner soon.

Ciao bella~

My adaptor

 

To avoid anything unlucky events to happen, like… what Sabrina (my colleague) did last week… i.e. off the power of my adapter thinking its the printer’s adapter and plugged it out, when I was typing out my assignment and had not saved it, we thought that labelling it will help.

 

I think it is pretty obvious which one is mine.

Why is Coffee Bean in Belait not open for everyone?

 

Being the ignorant Seria-n who only spend one day in a week in my hometown, if it’s not for Liza’s blog.. I didn’t even know that we now have Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf in Belait.

BSP Head Office, Panaga.

Even though I’m not a coffee junkie… okay okay, I don’t drink coffee AT ALL! But still.. I wanna kaypo and can still try something else bah, kan? Lagi, its CHEAP.-ER!

By the way, coffee doesn’t make me feel awake, it makes me pening only and all I wanna do is lie down and sleep. So, tabalik one lah.

And so I asked Sheepy this morning, “Hey.. where’s the new Coffee Bean ah?”

She answered with a sour face, “BUYUK BAH! Only those with e-kawal card can go in…”

”So, you mean not open for outsider lah?”

”Ya.. Biar durang makin gemuk!”


HAHAHHAHHAAHHAHAHA!!!


But… unfair lor. Cheaper lagi…
>.<

Nehmind, curse you all who get to drink it become more and more pui!
Hahahahhahaaa!

With all the SOUR-&-BITTER POWERS combine!

FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT!

Elevator

 

Elevator scares me….
Particularly those that looks like this…

Age, Marriage and Child

 

Having tons of friends who got married last year only lead to a brand new season of drama to follow up, and this time, the title is “Pregnancy”.

Some of them were just married 3, 4 months ago and they’d been bombarded with questions like … “Belum berisi?”

Honestly, I don’t quite understand why some people loves rushing others into the “next stage” when it’s not quite…. you know… their business.

So what if your so-and-so is so damn fertile and gets pregnant few months after their wedding. Does it really matter?

In my opinion, what matters most is the upbringing of the child. No?

So what if I get married when I’m just 23, then become a mother at the age of 24, and later my child turns out to be a hooligan / unemployed parasite who always ask money from me when I’m 60 years old? Is that what you still label it as an “achievement”?

My mum got married at the age of 28 and gave birth to me when she’s 30.. which is considered pretty old in the 70s. I remember when I was young, some annoying aunties actually teased her and showed-off that their kids were already in the secondary when I was still in primary.

…… what the heck.

And look what happens now.
The so-called “achievements” of those aunties turned out to be.. less worthy to brag now.

You see what I mean?

Really kasian you know when I heard my friends telling me how her “relatives” pressured and made sarcastic remarks on her still-flat-no-bump-tummy. Haiyah, all that these kaypo (busybody) people want is to have another topic/story to gossip only.

Kasian lah the victims. Bo-tai-bo-chi kana said.

Thank God so far *touchwood* none of our parents are rushing us to get married. Honestly, if possible.. a big IF lah, I would like to have a baby first. Hehehehe. But of course, this is totally unacceptable in this conservative place and it’s super wrong and sinful to most people. I mean, if I wanna get married now, one big reason behind it is because.. I wanna be a mummy before 30, while my “engine” still boleh pakai. 

And when I told my mum my crazy idea, she went all hysterical claiming, “YOU WANT THE WHOLE KB / BRUNEI TO TALK ABOUT YOU IS IT?! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING NEGATIVE ABOUT YOU FROM OTHER PEOPLE’S MOUTH OKAY! HAIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Okay okay, I get it mum.




For now, I’m 25… coming 26… and happily enjoying my single-life.
Wedding and baby, can still wait lah… I think? 
Say want then got meh? You think make kuih ah?
This kind of thing cannot rush one mah.

Don’t “Emperor not in a hurry, eunuch panic”.

Mr. Punctual

 

7th April 2009.

 

 

Most girls receive flowers on special occasions (like birthday, anniversaries and Valentine’s day) but here in my case, things are a little… different.

When fat guy buys me flower… that can only mean one thing.

I’m mad.
I’m mad at him.

Punctuality means a lot to me and even being late for 5 minutes IS A BIG DEAL to me if it’s without prior notice. I really hate to wait and I will feel very guilty if someone has to wait for me.

I know I know. Being late is the special privilege granted to all females in the world but I’ve never enjoy it before. Instead, Bobby is the one who always make me wait.

Pfffffftttttt!!!!!

What the heck right!

Tabalik one.
Very salah lah!

I should be the one wasting time, walk gracefully in heels and spend like hours to get ready (shower + pick the outfit for the day + make up) for the date and make my boyfriend wait till langsat also ripe. 

Sigh..

And just yesterday, the history repeated.

I was bloody pissed at him. He was late for 20 minutes and because of that, I didn’t get to go to the library on time borrowing books I need for my work and yadda yadda yadda. He could have told tell me earlier right? Kanasai one.

Sekali, he had the cheek to talk back when I was complaining!



We had a really quiet dinner because I didn’t want to talk to him and it was during that time baru he realized his mistakes and apologized.

That explains the flowers you saw in this post.
No vase in my hostel room and I’m now using my mug to hold the lilies.

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I don’t normally complain him in my blog because, he’s actually a very nice person/boyfriend despite the fact that he has a problem with punctuality, and.. I know his friends and colleagues read this humble blog of mine. So, paiseh lah. Must give him some face mah.

But, hehehehheheee, this time I’d decided to blog it out for the whole world to know, so everyone will help me in “reminding” him to be punctual.

Calling him Ah Pui had really made his waistline getting bigger and bigger so this time, I’m giving him a new positive nickname,

Mr. Punctual!



(I guess this post have just reminded you not to date someone who owns a blog cos he/she will use it against you. LOL)

By popular demand

 

Here’s the map that I agak-agak only ya. My cognitive map can be very blurry sometimes hence I can’t produce a 100% accurate one.

But, at least I tried kan?

 

Oh by the way, just peep through the window and place your order. It’s pretty much like Nasi Katok style because you just “katok” and she’ll pack it right after you order.

Happy trying!

p/s: Don’t come marah me if the nasi lemak is not up to your standard or what ah. What I think is delicious doesn’t necessary means it suits your taste too kan?

Btw, I walked all the way from my block to the canteen …. well.. not exactly the canteen lah, but the area near there, just to post up this blog.

Please Telbru, can you make the WAVE connection stronger? If I’m lucky, I’ll be able to open web pages, but then … blogging with WAVE is near to impossible. Sigh. 

The Green Nasi Lemak

Yeap, its green!
Am I the only being sakai here for wow-ing on a GREEN nasi lemak?


Today is my lucky day.
Started on a brand new area today and met this great pair of mother and daughter. Little did I know that I was actually kacau-ing them because they're preparing for the evening business, selling nasi lemak.

Maybe because the auntie sama-sama Hu-chew-neng (Foochow people) like or I’m too cute and adorable *puke*, she insisted that I brought home with her nasi lemak and try it.

“If nice then you introduce your friend ah… If not nice you just diam diam ah~”

So funny. Hehehehe.

She feels so much like my mum. The way she speaks those Mandarin with heavy Foochow accent and man… seriously, Foochow are great cooks! *Cough* Cos I’m one myself too! *Cough*

I guess I do look like part of them albeit my dark skin tone, people actually looked at me and said things like, “Nasi lemak, 4 packets” when I was in the middle of doing my job!

 

Those nasi lemak, really, I’d never gobbled down one whole packet of nasi lemak in just 5 minutes. Honestly, I’m not a great fan of sambal because its always too spicy for me. And I don’t know why, most sambal comes with a weird stench that I totally hate. First thing I do when eating nasi lemak, scoop off the sambal.

Sambal = Dip for the chicken

But today, the auntie’s sambal…. really, aiyerrrr… very ngam my taste lah. Not spicy, not oily, and a little sweet too.

And those greenish pandan rice, haih, the fragrant is still flowing around in my room as I typed this post. Okay la, I know a bit kua-cheong. But, I just want you all to know that nasi lemak very nice mah.

Nasi lemak costs $2 per pack, or $2.50 for a bigger portion. Totally worth very penny out of it compare to those stupid one they sell in the restaurant with no kam-cheng and small piece of shrunken chix wing due to recession.

Ask me where to get those if you’re dying to know.
LOL. Or maybe, I was the one being slow and lagging for not knowing that such nice nasi lemak has existed long ago.