Females are more aggressive than the males in campus hostels.
A guy received invitation for free sex
from a caucasian woman.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Harvey's Shitsants
Caution: Pics may cause side effects ranging from tingling sensations to nausea.
Alright, I wanted to make some croissants after reading Ru's post. (Ru, I would have followed your recipe if I know how to measure pints and ounces.) I googled and found a simple recipe. It's really easy and I can cheat by letting my stand mixer do all the heavy job, although the taste will probably not be that good without the folding process. This is the first time, I thought I'll probably fail anyway, so I'd rather try out this simple way of making croissants before venturing to a more advanced level.
I was right. Somehow the dough was unkneadable. I couldn't turn it into a flat circle. The "thing" I made is SO elastic that it's like rubber. Frustrated, I resorted to rolling and twisting them piece by piece hoping to get that "croissants" look. But, instead.... they look like feces.
I call them Shitsants.
Hmm.... and there're 5 of them.
They didn't taste like shit though. They actually taste like normal bread.
Fortunately I only used 1/3 of the dough to make those shissants. The remaining ones were turned into shapes they should look like.
Harvey's buns!
They're edible and healthy, and my mom loves it when I put jam inside.
I failed in making croissants, but I succeeded in making buns.
Alright, I wanted to make some croissants after reading Ru's post. (Ru, I would have followed your recipe if I know how to measure pints and ounces.) I googled and found a simple recipe. It's really easy and I can cheat by letting my stand mixer do all the heavy job, although the taste will probably not be that good without the folding process. This is the first time, I thought I'll probably fail anyway, so I'd rather try out this simple way of making croissants before venturing to a more advanced level.
I was right. Somehow the dough was unkneadable. I couldn't turn it into a flat circle. The "thing" I made is SO elastic that it's like rubber. Frustrated, I resorted to rolling and twisting them piece by piece hoping to get that "croissants" look. But, instead.... they look like feces.
I call them Shitsants.
Hmm.... and there're 5 of them.
They didn't taste like shit though. They actually taste like normal bread.
Fortunately I only used 1/3 of the dough to make those shissants. The remaining ones were turned into shapes they should look like.
Harvey's buns!
They're edible and healthy, and my mom loves it when I put jam inside.
I failed in making croissants, but I succeeded in making buns.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
What Is Varsity?
My baking fad ended as I'm entering a sighnificant phase of my life. "I have to be independent, I have to learn to cook, I have to study hard," I thought before entering the university.
I am staying in the campus's hostel, away from home, away from civilisation. However, I don't think I'll be feeling homesick at all. Not that my home is like hell, or that the university is a heaven full of fun activities to join, I can always get back home from the university within two hours.
Next, I found it easier and cheaper to just eat at the cafeteria. It would be a hassle to prepare the ingredients, cutleries, and rice cooker just to cook up a meal, considering the fact that my university is situated in the middle of nowhere, pretty far from a small town, which means it's impossible to shop whenever I want.
And my course only starts next week, so I psyched myself up to be in a study mood way too early.
So much for living independently, learning to cook, and stuying hard.
I am staying in the campus's hostel, away from home, away from civilisation. However, I don't think I'll be feeling homesick at all. Not that my home is like hell, or that the university is a heaven full of fun activities to join, I can always get back home from the university within two hours.
Next, I found it easier and cheaper to just eat at the cafeteria. It would be a hassle to prepare the ingredients, cutleries, and rice cooker just to cook up a meal, considering the fact that my university is situated in the middle of nowhere, pretty far from a small town, which means it's impossible to shop whenever I want.
And my course only starts next week, so I psyched myself up to be in a study mood way too early.
So much for living independently, learning to cook, and stuying hard.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
The Fabulous Baker Boy
To spend my free time to the fullest, as my (HOLI) days are numbered, I decided to glue less to the computer and be more productive. Of course, I still took the time sleeping and watching the final season of Will & Grace (Thank you, Kekex, it's brilliant!) and now, FRIENDS season 10 (laughed till my stomach cramps). This explains my sporadic presence at the blogosphere these days.
I turned to doing something I've never really done before--- BAKING.
It started when my chef-to-be-friend agreed to baking a birthday cake for me. I helped and realized that cake-making is easier than I thought.It's like having sex. Then when I went to Australia and saw Counfusticated whipping out "orgasmic-inducing" brownies within an hour or two, I resolve to bake on my own in the future, and bake I did.
So I searched the Internet for a simple recipe and I found the low-fat banana bread. I followed the recipe and did everything on my own (despite my mom's discouragements like "Don't eat so much baked goods , they're full of sugar" and "Don't mess up my kichen.") . I even resorted to using a fruit juicer to blend the ingredients as I didn't have an electronic mixer that time, thanks to my sister who previously managed to overheat and break two mixers when she baked for fun, like me, after her SPM exams. Needless to say, the first attempt at baking for a blur guy like me is condemned to failure.
I thought I need to bake at 350 degrees but when I look at the oven, the maximum degree I can bake at is 250.
I opted for 250 anyway, not knowing that the "350" was in Farenheit and 250 celcius is for roasting meat. The bread was done within 15 mins instead of an hour.
The second time, after buying a RM37 (around 12 dollars) mixer from Carrefour, I made this banana bread again, which I overcooked. I got comments like "Did you put herbs inside?", "Put less coco powder" and "It's like eating burnt bananas".
Then I tried my hands on making shortbreads, which turned out to be another time-consuming fiasco. I spent the whole night making the shapes on the baking paper one by one, and baking them in my cheap oven, only to find most of them extremely delicate and fragile. Touch it and you'll break it.
But the rest of my attempts were rather succesful.
Low-fat banana bread
Moist Banana bread with sour cream
Apparently Sour Cream is pretty rare in Malaysia. They have to explain what it is.
One step closer to being a Fabulous Baker Boy!
I turned to doing something I've never really done before--- BAKING.
It started when my chef-to-be-friend agreed to baking a birthday cake for me. I helped and realized that cake-making is easier than I thought.
So I searched the Internet for a simple recipe and I found the low-fat banana bread. I followed the recipe and did everything on my own (despite my mom's discouragements like "Don't eat so much baked goods , they're full of sugar" and "Don't mess up my kichen.") . I even resorted to using a fruit juicer to blend the ingredients as I didn't have an electronic mixer that time, thanks to my sister who previously managed to overheat and break two mixers when she baked for fun, like me, after her SPM exams. Needless to say, the first attempt at baking for a blur guy like me is condemned to failure.
I thought I need to bake at 350 degrees but when I look at the oven, the maximum degree I can bake at is 250.
I opted for 250 anyway, not knowing that the "350" was in Farenheit and 250 celcius is for roasting meat. The bread was done within 15 mins instead of an hour.
The second time, after buying a RM37 (around 12 dollars) mixer from Carrefour, I made this banana bread again, which I overcooked. I got comments like "Did you put herbs inside?", "Put less coco powder" and "It's like eating burnt bananas".
Then I tried my hands on making shortbreads, which turned out to be another time-consuming fiasco. I spent the whole night making the shapes on the baking paper one by one, and baking them in my cheap oven, only to find most of them extremely delicate and fragile. Touch it and you'll break it.
But the rest of my attempts were rather succesful.
Low-fat banana bread
Moist Banana bread with sour cream
Apparently Sour Cream is pretty rare in Malaysia. They have to explain what it is.
One step closer to being a Fabulous Baker Boy!
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Lazy Harvey: Oh dear, not another post to write! Oh, the soulless drudgery, the arduous toiling in blood and tears!
Hardworking Harvey: Now, this blog hasn't been updated for ages (1 week) and we own it to the readers (if any) and ourselves that we write about what happened since we came back from Australia.
Lazy Harvey: I'd rather sleep. zzZZZ
Hardworking Harvey: Or do some work.
Lazy Harvey: Not that we haven't worked. It's so tiring after watching so many movies, drama series, animes, and porn. What a strenuous effort that requires undivided attention.
Hardworking Harvey: That is why we should blog instead. Isn't it boring just doing nothing but play, play, play? I mean, come on, we've watched like a bazillions of stuff already.
Lazy Harvey: Nah, it's nothing. We've only watched uh.... Oh, forget it, squeezing our brain..murdering those poor little braincells..... is a sacrilegious crime!
Hardworking Harvey: The end justify the means, my dear. Besides, there hasn't been much blood-circulation in the brain to provide a hospitable environment to the cells anyway. Now, not including all those gay porns, we've watched...
Hardworking Harvey: Well, we've also listened to some illegally downloaded music.
Lazy Harvey: Yeah, as much as I hate to admit that, I found Paris Hilton's songs lovely. If not for her mediocre voice and stupid lyrics, I think the catchy tunes are top-notch, at least they got me listening to every songs without skipping. It was such an elephantine task to skip songs in Christina Aguilera's newest album, in search of a good song.
Hardworking Harvey: Well, we did manage to find one, Save Me From Myself. Hey, we really need to save ourselves from rotting like this. We had achived nothing these days. So empty, so...
Lazy Harvey: Wonderful! Ah, we're starting uni another one week anyway. Let's waste time to the fullest! BTW, we did achive something, we've just failed in baking a banana bread, and done the unmentionable.
Hardworking Harvey: Shhh.... you're not supposed to say that.
Lazy Harvey: Oh, yeah. But who cares, it's your job to write about "that" anyway.
Hardworking Harvey: I don't know how to write about what happened... I was planning to write a narrative about it, something like a literature, Shakespeare if you will, but I realized my English is not good enough for that.
Lazy Harvey: What the heck! Why take so much trouble? Nevermind, just relax and focus on something you can do. It's raining now and the air is cool. Let's have a cozy nap.
Hardworking Harvey: Oh dear, not another nap to sleep through! Oh, the soulless drudgery, the arduous toiling in blood and tears!
Hardworking Harvey: Now, this blog hasn't been updated for ages (1 week) and we own it to the readers (if any) and ourselves that we write about what happened since we came back from Australia.
Lazy Harvey: I'd rather sleep. zzZZZ
Hardworking Harvey: Or do some work.
Lazy Harvey: Not that we haven't worked. It's so tiring after watching so many movies, drama series, animes, and porn. What a strenuous effort that requires undivided attention.
Hardworking Harvey: That is why we should blog instead. Isn't it boring just doing nothing but play, play, play? I mean, come on, we've watched like a bazillions of stuff already.
Lazy Harvey: Nah, it's nothing. We've only watched uh.... Oh, forget it, squeezing our brain..murdering those poor little braincells..... is a sacrilegious crime!
Hardworking Harvey: The end justify the means, my dear. Besides, there hasn't been much blood-circulation in the brain to provide a hospitable environment to the cells anyway. Now, not including all those gay porns, we've watched...
- Monster House
- Snakes On A Plane
- Click
- The Wild
- Memoirs Of a Geisha
- Legally Blonde 2
- Will & Grace, season 1 and 7
- Tsubasa Chronicle
- Bleach
- Yakitate Japan (finished)
Hardworking Harvey: Well, we've also listened to some illegally downloaded music.
Lazy Harvey: Yeah, as much as I hate to admit that, I found Paris Hilton's songs lovely. If not for her mediocre voice and stupid lyrics, I think the catchy tunes are top-notch, at least they got me listening to every songs without skipping. It was such an elephantine task to skip songs in Christina Aguilera's newest album, in search of a good song.
Hardworking Harvey: Well, we did manage to find one, Save Me From Myself. Hey, we really need to save ourselves from rotting like this. We had achived nothing these days. So empty, so...
Lazy Harvey: Wonderful! Ah, we're starting uni another one week anyway. Let's waste time to the fullest! BTW, we did achive something, we've just failed in baking a banana bread, and done the unmentionable.
Hardworking Harvey: Shhh.... you're not supposed to say that.
Lazy Harvey: Oh, yeah. But who cares, it's your job to write about "that" anyway.
Hardworking Harvey: I don't know how to write about what happened... I was planning to write a narrative about it, something like a literature, Shakespeare if you will, but I realized my English is not good enough for that.
Lazy Harvey: What the heck! Why take so much trouble? Nevermind, just relax and focus on something you can do. It's raining now and the air is cool. Let's have a cozy nap.
Hardworking Harvey: Oh dear, not another nap to sleep through! Oh, the soulless drudgery, the arduous toiling in blood and tears!
Friday, September 01, 2006
Loss of virginity
From Wikipedia.
The act of losing one's virginity, that is, of a first sexual experience, is commonly considered within Western culture to be an important life event and a rite of passage. It is highlighted by many mainstream Western movies (particularly films aimed at a teenaged audience). The loss of virginity can be viewed as a milestone to be proud of or as a failure to be ashamed of (particularly if a lack of self control was involved), depending on cultural perceptions. Historically, these perceptions were heavily influenced by perceived gender roles, such that for a male the association was more often with pride and for a female the association was more often with shame. (See Double standard.) However, in recent years in Western culture, the influence of gender roles has weakened so that it is now much more common for females to experience pride, although fathers are still often portrayed as being disapproving of and highly concerned about the loss of virginity for their daughters.
The partner during the loss of virginity is sometimes colloquially said to "take" the virginity of the virgin partner. In some places, this colloquialism is only used when the partner is not a virgin, but in other places, the virginity of the partner does not matter. The archaic term "deflower" is sometimes used in modern times to also describe the act of the virgin's partner, and the clinical term "defloration" is another way to describe the event.
The act of losing one's virginity, that is, of a first sexual experience, is commonly considered within Western culture to be an important life event and a rite of passage. It is highlighted by many mainstream Western movies (particularly films aimed at a teenaged audience). The loss of virginity can be viewed as a milestone to be proud of or as a failure to be ashamed of (particularly if a lack of self control was involved), depending on cultural perceptions. Historically, these perceptions were heavily influenced by perceived gender roles, such that for a male the association was more often with pride and for a female the association was more often with shame. (See Double standard.) However, in recent years in Western culture, the influence of gender roles has weakened so that it is now much more common for females to experience pride, although fathers are still often portrayed as being disapproving of and highly concerned about the loss of virginity for their daughters.
The partner during the loss of virginity is sometimes colloquially said to "take" the virginity of the virgin partner. In some places, this colloquialism is only used when the partner is not a virgin, but in other places, the virginity of the partner does not matter. The archaic term "deflower" is sometimes used in modern times to also describe the act of the virgin's partner, and the clinical term "defloration" is another way to describe the event.
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