Manifestas

I’ve been unwell and pretty weak this few days so I decided to just stay home. Usual me, I was craving for a pandan cake when I saw one on TV. So I decided to bake a cake. Alas, no pandan essence. So I decided to bake some brownies. Searched for a recipe on the internet, did some minor changes and VOILA! Presenting…

“Iz So Sinful” Brownies

Ingredients:
175g butter
1 & 1/2 cup white sugar
1.5 tsp vanilla extract
3 eggs
3/4 cup flour
180g semi-sweet cooking chocolate
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
2-3 tbsp chopped almonds, roasted

Method:
1. Preheat oven to 180Celcius. Grease 1×8 baking tin.
2. Melt butter and chocolate by double-boiling.
3. Mix sugar and vanilla extract in a bowl. Add the melted ingredients and mix thoroughly.
4. Beat one egg at a time into the mixture.
5. Sift flour and baking powder into the mixture. Add almonds and salt. Mix.
6. Pour mixture into baking tin. Bake for 40-45 minutes.

WARNING: High sugar alert!

Yum for those sweet toothies, though!

For extra sinful bites, add chocolate chips or top those brownies with caramel topping. Oooooh La La…

Try it lah..

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Gawd, the sugar makes my head bleed! H..E..L..P..

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I think I enjoy my counselling sessions. Except that I feel awkward when she praises me and stares at me. What’s she thinking?! Anyway, after watching Oprah for like a few months now, I finally begin to realise the reasons why I’m such an underachiever although my potential is up there waiting for me to encompass the universe. Tell me something. Can I actually hate my parents? They turn me into shit and I have to clear up their mess?!

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“Now, now. I’m gonna leave you on your own climbing that education ladder. I don’t care how you’re gonna learn your things or what your problems are but at the end of the day, you must get an A. Or else I’d have to pinch you. I don’t care how confused you are being a teenager, but you’ve certainly caused me shame when you played truant. Now, now. I don’t care if I’ve not brought you up and I don’t wanna know what your problems are and I don’t care if you need any attention. You just have to get As, be a good kid and make me proud. Stop threatening me with the idea of quitting school! Quit school and not a single cent from me! What?! You got a job as an admin assistant?! That’s an absolute disgrace! What?! You be a full-time tutor and earn a mere $1000?! That’s madness! Bla bla bla.. Oh, thank God you’ve chosen to be a teacher. I’m so proud. I should be proud. I’m your parent. And all credits should be mine. Oh God, there you go again. Depression? When are you going to graduate? When are you finally going to earn? When can I retire from my job?”

FARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m OPPRESSED and SUPPRESSED thus DEPRESSED by you stupid jerks!

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Breathe in.

Breathe out.

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My Way of Life encourages me to love my parents. So, how ah? How can I wash this deep intense negative emotion I have of them ah? Use Fab can or not ah? TV say “Pu Ke Neng. Pu Ke Neng. Fab Ke Neng.” (I know, it looks offensive especially the “Pu Ke” part. It simply means “Impossible. Impossible. Fab possible.)

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I know. Wash my heart with prayers, right?

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I heard someone say, “No matter how much you hate your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.” Was it from TV?

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I LOVE TV. It teaches me Mandarin and it makes me smart. Discovery Travel & Living - Oh, I absolutely adore.

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I should stop my crap here.