and then there were many.

pictures do alot of talking.




what it's supposed to look like.



apparently, it's fen cutting butter.



the butter.



melted butter. *gasp.*



weigh. weigh. weigh.




flour is a very important ingredient.



haha. there is a very funny story behind this. it's just that the storyteller doesn't want to tell you.



wheee. mixing is just SO fun.



mix. mix. mix.



that is for the mousse.




so's that. yum isn't it?



this brings a new meaning to 'too many cooks spoil the broth.'



crust for our sponge cake.




a little joblessness on nat's part.



work of art 1#.



work of art 2#.




the end products.



the perfect looking cake.




still quite perfect looking.



and then came mr. smiley face. i ate him. :)




and mr. poopiehead. courtesy fen's 'ferrero rocher'.




MORE end products. be prepared.



our 'mousse'.




looks sorta yummy doesn't it?



after we messed with the failed meringues. on the outside.




after mixing it around...




haha. this is our BAKED ALASKA. hahahahaha.





three guesses who this is. nocomment.

well, now that's done. phew.

trixie,

where are all the clean spoons?

ERROR. error. i never knew so many things could go wrong in one day. went to fen's today. nat was there, and then wengyee came. basically it was to try out our culinary thing. ONE word. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

okay. so first we had to make a sponge cake because you can't bloody find a flan case anywhere in this godforsaken country. for the baked alaska which seemed like extremely simple. well looks can be deceiving. anyway, then we were going to make mousse and meringues. all at the same time since you know we're multitaskers. starting with the spongecake. well big mess and then fen forgot to preheat the oven so then we decided to start on the mousse. nat was just there to like take pictures and wash things. she likes to wash things... yeah.

anyway, so then we went looking for a pot to make the mousse. lalalalala. and then fen was all, "mummy how do you turn on the gas?" which nat got on video. hilarious. made the mousse. which we thought was too fluid so wengyee thought it was genius to put in half of the FISH gelatin. yes we respect the halalness of things. okay that being settled, we left it to 'simmer' over no low heat. well we didn't want to chocolate to burn and the pot was hot enough.

then we decided to make the base before baking the sponge cake. digestives rock. and fen was looking around for a 'pounder' which wengyee and I found out later to be a pestle and mortar. and whilst she was busy doing that, wengyee and I decided to go ahead and crush the digestives with our hands. and then fen came up and said, "WOW, i never realised you could do that! It's so much easier!" you know how excited guifen gets. haha. baked cake. lalalalala.

meringue time. haha. egg separators do not work. it was kinda funny. i was like, *breaks egg* "aha it works. oh wait.. arghhh. the yolks going to break into the container. aaaargh. nat, wengyee, what do we dooo?? FEN, get a bowl!! *panicpanic* oh phew. *yolk breaks* oh bugger." happens a couple more times. and they blame me for the failure of the meringues. sigh. i swear it's the bloody egg separator which fen thought was SO COOL.

went to stir the stupid watery mousse and left fen, wengyee and nat to the meringues. finally it got thicker. and then we put it into 2 gourmet pie dishes because we can't like freeze glass. and we tried to make chocolate patterns by flicking the chocolate onto grease paper. into the fridge they goooo..

now here's the disaster. sponge cake came out really awsome looking. cut, oh goodness, we have just accidentally made eggtart. tasted good though. then there was extra 'mousse' and so they decided to make 'fondue' and it was like really good and all until we got to the bottom where all the gelatin hadn't dissolved. then fen had a genius idea to put the digestive crumbs into the gelatin. turned out to be some sick looking variation of ferrero rocher. i really can't be bothered to tell you more about the crazy antics of us 4 moooozart cows. (inside joke.)

and our 'mousse' turned out like chocolate jelly. i didn't like it too much but nat, fen and wengyee said it was nice. maybe it's just cause i'm not much of a chocolate person. elles aiment le chocolat. meringues were beyond screwed so yeah. messed around with them. haha. that was hilarious. fen's neighbour came round. her name was melissa i think. she must thing we are really weird people.

wengyee went home and then fen; being the AMAZING host that she is left with melissa to play basketball. nat and I watched the oscars. and screwed around with fen's blog. haha. that was funny. check it out. clickity click.

twas entertaining. overall a funny day.

still got lots of work to do. unfortunately. oh and sai. you should type sai instead of shienyin. no excuses. *grin* next post will be pictures. hope internet isn't so laggy today.

trixie,

tagged.

okay fine. since i've been tagged by amelia...

Type your first name and the word "needs" in Google and copy the first ten results. Too funny! If you do this meme, please share your funniest results in the comments:

1. Trixie needs to warn us that a tree is about to fall; hahahaha.
2. Trixie needs a rest. that is SO true.
3. Trixie needs surgery. noo. i don't think so..
4. Trixie needs to study to bring her grades up. do i really?
5. Trixie needs to feel wanted. nocomment.
6. Trixie needs her space, and her privacy. yupyupyup.
7. One important factor that a Trixie needs is they need to know how to scream. a Trixie?
8. Trixie needs to tell him exactly what she thinks of him. Who is this 'him'?
9. I think you are asking for her sign back, but quite frankly, even Trixie needs a break from carrying it every now and then. This confuses me.
10. Trixie needs to be in a home with no cats and with people who are understanding of her anxiety about storms. haha. anxiety about storms. really. haha.

Mostly all the Trixies were dogs. =/ well... lemme seee.

I tag saaaaaiiii. :)

Okay, now i've got to get down to history. studying it i mean. Wish me luck, I may not come out alive.

trixie,

splash of colour?

changed my blogskin. don't want to be called emo by some people. *cough*tricia*cough* addmath tomorrow. so screwed. wheee.

perbahasan went terrible. we won though. still terrible. i'm going to study. mr chew is a hundred and twenty. *grin.*

trixie,

ngyeh.

i'm too lazy to blog. plus my mother is harassing me to get off the computer. ngyeh.

trixie,

orange jews.

i'm not out of the holiday mood. yet i feel compelled to study. is that normal? and i hope my poem gets considered for the poetry competition eventhough she's already sent in the results to mr zac like yesterday. i really hope. life is just so unjust.

well i went to look for miss nandi today and told her about the ian thing. now she's going to talk to mr zac about it. but i shouldn't expect anything she says. about 20 times. yeah.

well.. i have nothing to say. skit performance and we still haven't gotten a script. i swear some people are just unreliable. i shall not point fingers.

trixie,

goodbye holiday.

i think it's a tad bit ironic i only post when the holiday is almost over. i always seem more busy during the hols then during school. maybe it's all the going out, or sleeping. seriously. i needed to catch up on sleep bad. what with waking up so early every morning. yep. and sleeping late. haha.

well. nothing really interesting has happened. nothing worth telling you. i try not to be the type of person who posts their entire life on their blog.

woke up at about 6 this morning. brushed teeth, washed face. changed. had breakfast. fell asleep in the car on the way to the rink. got a bad crick in the neck. ow. skated. rest. skated some more. changed again, what with all the sweat and chemical water... you get my drift. i'm sure you do. if you don't, you must be rather slow. and that; is no fault of mine. i assure you.

so anyway. see you people at school. i'm off to do something productive. well. i try. really i do. really. ahh bullocks. i'm going to watch telly.

trixie,

joblessness.

theory went... okay. i got one thing wrong. as i know so far. i mean, how could i possibly have known that comodo meant convenient? seriously.

ohmygod. i am so boredd. holidays are so uneventful. i swear i will absolutely love you if you can find me anything to do. argghh. yet i dread what will happen when school starts again. i am very behind. undoubtedly.

trixie,

theif! i am.

stole pictures from nat. thankyou nat. the rest you can look for at her blog. i only took the blue house one's. i think the last picture was awesome.

i think this is 'come on people shout and scream, yell it out we're here to win. GO.FIGHT.WIN.'

spectacular.

flirt.








'your spell is like a curse....' well i think it's cool-looking.

awesome.

ow. i was thinking 0f what to put after awesome then my eye got itchy. and i poked myself in the eye. ow.

and thank you nat, you rock.

oh and this is from leena. thaaankyoou.


trixie,

poor lumix.

have you heard? my camera like DIED. for real. screen's all screwed and well.. screwed. can't see anything. arrrrggghhh. i'm going to die. mother is going to kill me. that's right. so that's why i don't have any nice pictures of today's cheerleading. unfortunately. anyway cheerleading was well.. not good. that will be how i'll put it. i don't want to start any controversies by making some statement on a blog. too much politics. nono.

but anyway, if you're reading this blog, you must've watched it anyway, unless you're shien-ny or someone else. i don't know whether she even reads this blogs. after i sliced the lemons and all that.

so what am i to do? after sitting for what seemed hours under scorching sun, you know srikdu sportsdays. that really stupid tradition where we have to sit on the open field offering ourselves to the SunGod to burn. yeah. that one. anyway. we went to curve. we being trixie, aleena, puiyi, wengyee and melissa. saw a couple of people. quite alot of blue house and green. anyway. sat in kennyrogers for lunch. i completely disagree with the food there from now on. chatted abit. about mundane things. and how apparently if you look like somebody, you're meant to be together. geram. walked abit. people started leaving. went to ikea cause mother was there... lalalalalaladummdeedeedummblahdiblahblah. then, call from melissa. emily's birthday thingie at rasta's. so want to go. mother doesn't let.

have to finish theory. exam's on monday. hahahha. why do i bother? tomorrow's a busy day.

trixie,

might as well.

done with one pom. have to do the other one i suppose. tired as hell though. and i have shum harassing me to practice bass. well, bah. and i've uploaded the pictures from today. might as well right. the johan/riza danceoff is in video and i don't really feel like putting a video up. it takes time. maybe if you're lucky, next time.

blue house cheeleaders for you.




now what did i tell you about eryse? haha.




hmm.. what are they doing? trina was shouting merdeka a while before. you figure it out.




take 1.




take 2.
i'll tell you first. they're a bunch of posers. haha. i'm holding the camera. therefore, not a poser. see the genious of it?

*ahem* obscenity..

very failed attempt at jumping off at the same time. check out riza. hahaha. second one from the left. now doesn't he look funny.

take 1. what is melissa doing?

take 2. we see some people aren't paying attention.

take 1.

take 2.
*cough**pcd wannabes**cough* haha. kidding.

eryse is doing a herky. i think she's high.

now it's a toe touch. ian looks funny.

attempt at highschoolmusical jumping thing. looks cool though.



that's about it i suppose. there is the really cool dance videos but haha. still doing second pom. didn't think that it would take this long. pictures took ages to upload. but still. *sigh.* wanted to watch hercules. haven't watched it since forever but well. had poms to make. boo.

satisfied? at least then i don't have to send the pictures to everybody now. phew. tired. *yawn.*

trixie,

ow.

seriously. i am in pain in so many places. cheerleading. bah. even making the poms is hurting my back and bum. from sitting on the floor for too long. otherwise, got kicked in the face a couple of times, godknows what happened to my arm, and wrist, and back. yeah. internal injuries. paaaaaaain.

i have some wild pictures of cheer practice today. one word. hahahahahahahahahahahaha. blue house is definitely the least serious house. and our captain is a monkey. yes you, eryse. haha. not to mention there was a danceoff between riza and johan. that was totally cool. yeah. we have more fun that any of the other houses. wheee. and can anybody tell me what program to download to change MOV files to mp3? don't want to keep depending on shum.

since we're on the topic of dependance. the time when you wish ian was his irresponsible self, he goes and becomes responsible. *sigh* nat, have you printed out the poem? ian's already handed in the previous one. arrgh.

okay. back to pompom making. my poor back.

trixie,

bleu, or et blanc.

making poms right now. yes the tedious job. and blue house is not doing so well on the sports front. i'm a sucky runner. raawwr. stupid fen. things are getting to her head. yes they are. *cough**cough* you watch out. next year. hehe.

and. arrrrrghhh. theory next week, monday. am not prepared. going to die. moreover, sportsday is this friday and we are so totally not prepared. yeah, that's a little closer to home. ohdeargod, i'm such a last minute person.

oh right. made some [edits] to my poem because a little birdie told me so. *grin.*

Paradise Lost

This is the tale of two souls,
who together make one whole.
A boy and a girl,
her, his diamond and him, her pearl.

In the desert of her mind,
where no water she could find;
he was her oasis.
Something, someone she would sorely miss.

Lying in this island's sun,
she knew she would never want to run
away from this lovely paradise;
Nothing better would suffice.

For endless hours she would bask,
hidden behind her lover's mask.
She never thought it wouldn't last,
or even that it would end so fast.

Little birds were all a‘twitter,
a never-ending sea that glittered.
She was there inside his heart
they both hoped they would never part.

In this paradise there was a waterfall,
and a bright blue sky above it all.
Never a rain cloud there was in sight
all there was, was warm sunlight.

One faithless morning the sun was gone,
and she was left alone to mourn.
Death had taken her lover away,
alas, drowned that month of May.

A bleak, black darkness she was left with,
she kept telling herself it was only a myth.
Her friends and family shook their heads,
for she would not leave his deathbed.

She wouldn't believe he was gone forever,
"He wasn't dead. No! Never!"
Her mistakes were the just cause,
she couldn't run away from the law.

She never thought that it would cost,
her beautiful loving paradise; lost.
She knew that it was all her fault,
so she took her life without a doubt.

A truly sad and tragic tale,
that ended in an agonizing wail
of pain, remorse, regret and sorrow.
For her there would be no tomorrow.

END

so what do you think? just a few very very minor changes. detail people. anyway, minyan's party pictures will be concealed from the public in respect of our own privacy. very incriminating indeed. haha.

oh and it's blue, gold and white in french. just incase you were wondering. i suppose only wengyee would understand but nevermind. now all of you know.

trixie,

why the sun?

this is a very late post. maybe nobody will notice.

ran today. not good. not good at all. *sigh.* 800m. stupid mistakes. seriously. jade. fen. zeti. trixie. garrr. just had to sprint. just HAD to be infront of fen right? i am so smart sometimes. =\ and it didn't rain in the end. arrrghhh perils of sunburn. i can't remember anymore. i was supposed to update this draft but then i forgot. and now. well. you know.

don't even say anything. no. especially, genna, nat and lynli. always bound to have some 'smart' comment.

trixie,

chinesenewyear.

i did promise pictures. and all of you who want them pictures for moral. there you go.



saturday. ian's openhouse.





lion dance at ian's. realise the lion doesn't have lion legs.







this is a much cooler picture.

yes, it's not the right side up but ohwell.

doing what we do best.

and then on sunday. richard's openhouse.



and again. :D this makes a very bad moral project.








yes. i did feel dumb holding the orange. junlin looks a little sesat.

wengyee.trixie. whee. that is all.









and the grand finale. orange.




that's about it. the rest are really not worth putting up here.

trixie,

lalalala.

i really don't have much to say. just posting for the sake of posting. mhmm. running 800 m tomorrow. aaarrghh. wish me luck. and let's all hope it rains. we should get riza to dance. haha. lame. still haven't been practicing bass. shum might kill me. ohwell.

ian, you still haven't printed my poem.

trixie,