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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

in the name of Alöis Alzheimer!

i seem to forget stuff very easily nowadays.
i would be thinking of the topic/issue/rant i'd be blogging about later, then a few microseconds later, i'm like "WHAT...?" and this whole memory loss thing doesnt only apply to the aforementioned scenario. like gosh, i was telling myself to search for a recipe for butterscotch sauce in the afternoon and i actually forgot about it until just before i wrote 'like gosh'. i mean, forgetting mathematical equations would be fine BUT a recipe for butterscotch sauce?! ridiculous! i am not amused.
maybe i should do more sudoku to at least slow down the onset of alzheimer's. heehee

i have started to study for my SPM trials already... wait, studying isnt really the word i would use to describe it. it's more of flipping and scanning through my notes. at least i've started to do something, right? i've just started on biology and when i think about the other subjects i have yet to cover - physics, chemistry, history, mandarin etc - it just blows my mind. sometimes, i just feel like curling up in bed, read a book, sleep, whatever. but that's just not possible right now. in fact, having said that, i should not be blogging at all. exams, glorious exams... what have i done to deserve this? i think it has something to do with being malaysian...

guess whose birthday it is today? i'll give you a hint.

it is an inanimate object.
i repeat, it's something DEAD.

it's a stuffed toy. dead things have birthdays? how oxymoronic. i was thinking of death anniversaries. anyway, that stuffed dog my brother owns is one lucky stuffed dog. which brother? the one in standard six this year. and yes, you are allowed to at least guffaw and choke on your saliva. these 'birthdays' have been going on for a few years now, ever since he acquired it. and did i mention its name? barky, that's its name. i say, how creative. i personally couldnt have thought of a better one myself. there's also cake involved. in fact, it's a full-blown birthday party. his other stuffed toys joined in on the celebrations as well! i could even hear my youngest brother singing the happy birthday song just now. i cant wait for the moment when he looks back on times like these. then he'll realise how, urm, disturbing they were.
interesting fact about barky: he... i mean, IT was suspected of being a drug mule, or 'drug dog' whatever, by new zealand airport authorities. seriously, they thought we were using it to smuggle some drugs into the country. i actually half-hoped they had opened him up. surgery! yay.


i've found the recipe! here:

Butterscotch Sauce
credits to chef michael smith

A cup of white sugar
A cup of water
A stick of butter (four ounces) cut into a few pieces
A cup of cream
A dribble of vanilla

Pour the sugar into a small, tight pile in the middle of a saucepot. Add the water, pouring around the pile then begin heating over a high heat. Don’t stir! The water and sugar will quickly dissolve together and form simple syrup. As the heat increases it’ll begin simmering and steaming and the water will gradually evaporate. Once it’s gone the steam will die down and the temperature will begin to rise leaving behind a pure melted sugar syrup.

As the heat continues to rise the sugar will start to turn pale golden. When you see the first hint of colour gently swirl the pan to keep the colour even. When it’s a deep golden brown add the butter and whisk it in until the sauce is smooth. This will drop the caramel’s temperature out of the sugar browning range.

Add the cream and vanilla and whisk until smooth. Pour into a jar and refrigerate until thickened.


perfect with vanilla ice cream.
yum.

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    11 August 2008 at 08:58  

    me still no get it. Was Barky alive at some point? Coz u said it's dead...

    n i tot gurly-girls do those bday things. i noe I sorta did...when i was 7. but then again, all my stuffed toys hv the same bday as min :S top