Failed Attempt at Downgrading

In order to not jinx what I hope would be a successful method of getting downgraded for my army PES status, I decided to go visit a skin specialist without telling any of my friends about it.

I have eczema on my right pinky which looks horrible when it starts to shed its skin and I thought that would be a great illness to use against the Army. I just need to show them the finger and I can get excused from any physical activities to prevent the skin condition from worsening, well that was what I thought.

So a few weeks ago I decided to head to the Polyclinic to get a reference letter to see a skin specialist, and the only reason a person will visit the polyclinic is to either get a MC for their "headache" or get a reference letter to see a specialist so they can get a discount, and people who are suffering from "headache" are swarming the place along with a bunch of old people there with serious leg injuries or potential dementia to get a specialist letter, a swarm of people meant a long queue.

It took 2 hours before my turn finally came, the 2 hours were spend playing my iPod Touch games and listening the Yogscast (which is an awesome british podcast by 2 gamers). Saw the doctor for 10 minutes to get a letter and a medical cream which I didn't bother to use, when you are using your eczema as an excuse to downgrade your PES status, you don't want it to get better.

2 hours wait for a 10 minutes consultation with the doctor, I deserve the specialist letter for waiting for long, the dedication to "keng" is strong. So a few days later I got to see the specialist and the skin clinic was really empty because there wasn't anyone who was pretending they were ill, only people who exaggerated their illness, people like me.

Like 15 minutes after I reached the place I got to see the doctor. She took a look at my finger and asked me what was wrong, told her I was having eczema and it hurts and all the things that happens once a fortnight.

"My finger gets really tender and sensitive" <- Happens like once every few days.

"It starts to bleed and its really hard to do a lot of things" <- Happened like 3 to 4 times

And then...

"I think its starting to affect my other fingers." <- True, the fourth finger on my right hand was flaking. If my pinky eczema condition was akin to having a skin snowstorm, then my other fingers would probably be like the beginning of winter, just slight snowing, not very obvious.

I mean I wasn't lying, I told the truth, I just didn't elaborated on them.

She then told me she will prescribe steroid cream for me and that was it. I didn't wait 2 hours in the Polyclinic just to see a specialist that would give me the same cream, one that's slightly stronger, the polyclinic doctor prescribed. So I decided to asked her to write me a specialist letter, to which she replied...

"It's not that serious, you won't be able to get downgraded from this small problem, I can write what we did today but that's all."

That very day, she crumbled my entire world. She was my only hope in getting downgraded and she had to tell me it was not possible, tried to tell her the gravity of the situation, that I have been on medication for a year and its not really helping, all she could do was give me a review a month later to see how bad the skin will get after.

Obviously its not going to make a difference, so I have been applying the medication and to my dismay it proves to be effective. F*ck.

Just gonna go for the review a month later for fun, probably won't make any difference but gonna try again.

Nom! Nom! Nom!

As the holiday passes quickly and my enlistment date dawns closer, I turn to baking in this time of sadness and stress. To be send to "serve a sentence" for being born a male in this country is, ,as the government put it, a duty or a rite of passage. That sounds ridiculous, the one thing that the guys will be lacking will be patriotism thats for sure.

The last 2 days I've been trying my hand at making Cinnamon Rolls and Cupcakes. Cupcakes can be made by anyone so I'm not going to talk about it. Cinnamon roll on the other hand was my virgin attemmpt.

It was the first time I made bread dough and I thought the yeast would be living critters that would move about as you pour them out of their little sachet, turns out they don't because what you throw inside your dough mixture is more like sea monkeys, they are there doing their work but you can't really see them. Well the one I used was dry yeast so it was probably rotting corpse.

The dough actually rose after an hour, now if you will excuse me, I'm gonna pat my back for the 230th time for a job well done.

Normally when bakers make cinnamon rolls, they roll out the dough, spread butter all over the surface of the dough before introducing an onslaught of brown sugar and cinnamon powder. Well I did different, I mixed the butter and brown sugar with a sprinkle of cinnamon because thats what the recipe asked for.

Cinnamon Mixture

• 42g Unsalted Butter at room temperature
  





• 100g Brown Sugar
  





• 1/2 Tablespoon Cinnamon Powder
  

Unless you are only planning to make Cinnamon Rolls with a hint of Cinnamon, never ever only use 1/2 a tablespoon of Cinnamon Powder, I actually put in 1 tablespoon because the mixture I had didn't look brown enough and I thought that was cinnamon overkill, turns out it wasn't.

I couldn't tell because the smell of the powder was so overbearing, I never understand people who say butter spells amazing, it does smell good in bread like croissants but by itself it just smells like a yellow chunk of solidified sweat and it's so pungent the whole thing has become yellow.

After rolling out the dough, I proceeded to spread the butter sugar cinnamon mixture on the dough very skeptically because something that smells like sweat can't come out smelling or tasting great. And I also spread it a little too thick, so when I rolled and cut the cinnamon rolls there was this thick layer of butter mixture that was sitting between the rolled dough pieces.

Lo and behold, it came out looking like this.

It actually doesn't look like cinnamon rolls, much less taste like it. It was more like glazed bread. So the people should probably renam their recipe to caramel glazed bread. It's good but it wasn't the end result I wanted. Well you can't always get what you want, thats why my macarons keep failing.

Note to self. Use Muscovado Brown Sugar next time and be generous with cinnamon powder, very generous.

The font's looking different because I just copied this entire chunk of text from my Tumblr post creation page. Apparently you can't type an entire chapter out in Tumblr because after that you get auto signed out, thats why tumblr users are only able to repost pictures and write short phrases.

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I have not move.

Digression

I've just decided to get a mistress blog to fill this void in my life.

Haven't even got used to Tumblr yet and it's already giving me problems. Apparently you can't take too long to write a post in Tumblr because after a few minutes it signs you out without you knowing.

I got stuck at the "Post" page when I tried to publish my post.

The little loading circle just kept spinning and spinning.

Proper Update.

Not having any school really does something to a person's body clock, I use to live in a GMT +8 body clock, but at this point I'm pretty sure I've just went to... too lazy to calculate.

Not only am I sleeping at 3 am every night and waking up at 12.30 pm every day, at this point in time I can't even remember what day it's suppose to be today because I've been staying at home since school ended all day. I would be a healthier version of a basement dweller I suppose since I dwell in a corner near the window where I can actually get some sunlight once in a while to photosynthesis.

I might probably go out one day just for the sake of going out because after a while its just really sad and the background music in my head just gets really really depressing. Plus I am really wanting to drink me some KOI Bubble Tea. I never understand how people can't taste the difference between KOI and a random Bubble Tea store.

"Hmmm... no difference what? So disappointing, queue so long but the tea not up to my standard."

Obviously it's not "up to standard" when what you had in mind was a cocaine laced bubble tea drink with super delicious pearls that have a soft centered filling of awesomeness. But than again everyone is entitled to their own opinion, even if that opinion isn't right.... and by right I mean whatever I think is right. Kthxbye

I've actually decided to remove the rant I made yesterday about someone I met online because writing that just made me realize how much I need to get my ass out of my house. The moment you start thinking your online buddies are real life friends, its time to ask your Mum to grab the broom to chase you out of the house to get a life.

My 21st Birthday happened 5 days ago and unlike everyone out there who take their 21st Birthday "really seriously", I stayed at home and ate this delicious durian cake my Mum bought as my birthday cake... It was f*cking delicious... Angie's Choice is like the KOI of cake shops in Singapore.

But if I were to have a 21st Birthday Party, it's gonna be the most self centered, most obnoxious 21st Birthday Party ever.

And the theme shall be~

"Me.! Me.! Me.!"

Screw You. It's all about me today."

It's good to be honest. People will have to dress according to me. If I want you to dress as a bunny, you had better come in a hopping to my house in a bunny costume.

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Someone's been watching too many Super Sweet 16....

I get why she's pissed about it... when I am about to get a new car for my birthday, I want to show it off to EVERYONE in my party... not just my close friends, Spoiled Attention Seeking Brats should deserve all the Attention they want.

Argirly

The past few weeks have been spend playing Aion. I don't even feel good telling people about it anymore...

School ended like 3 weeks ago, I think, and during that period of time I have done absolutely nothing useful , I mean animals are still facing extinction, the sea waters are still getting polluted by oils spills and my macaron making techniques are still not on par with Pierre Herme.

So I was shown my graduation picture ahead of time... like before it will be published in the graduation book and shared with the entire world because I have a friend who was doing the photos, and I was horrified at the picture... like the majority of people in my class when they saw my picture their own pictures. It wasn't pretty at all.

Crazy Level Up

I haven't actually been following the Grammy Awards at all, which explains why I didn't realise the whole new level of crazy Lady Gaga has reached.

Kinder Surprise. Lady Gaga Edition

When I first saw it I can't help imagining how the interior looked like, because it looks quite comfortable to me. I have this fascination of hiding myself in an enclosed space in crowded spaces. <- Pretty sure I have S.A.D at this point.

It's funny how the interview on the Red Carpet went when Lady Gaga and her posse were being interviewed by Ryan Seacrest . Anything Ryan Seacrest asked with relation to Lady Gaga being inside the egg was replied with...

"She's incubating right now."

Ryan : What's she wearing exactly?

Model : I can't tell you. She's incubating right now.

Ryan : Is it comfortable in there?

Model : She's in the process of incubation right now. She's been there for a very long time.

Ryan : Can you hear me Lady Gaga?

Model : *Gaga squeezes her face to the shell and the model starts pointing* She's currently incubating.

The keyword for the interview : Incubation

It was quite funny because you know it's probably like a sauna in the egg capsule, I could see like vapor forming inside the capsule, Lady Gaga must have been sweating so much that she created a hot-spring with her own sweat inside that egg.

There was a part on the interview where they told Ryan Seacrest Lady Gaga won't be coming out of the capsule until her performance, which I think is a lie.

You can tell from the red carpet picture that she was wearing a black dress or shirt or whatever definition you have for the things Gaga put on herself.... but when she broke out of the egg to sing her song, she was in a toga. They obviously had to take her out of her egg before she drowned in her hot spring of sweat.

Right now I'm just very curious as to how the interior of the egg looked like because if it's true that Lady Gaga stayed in the egg till her performance.... Where does she store her mini wardrobe?

Happy Lunar New Year

Happy Lunar New Year.

Chinese New Year is definitely better than Christmas...

First of all, instead of getting presents that I will probably never use ever, like a self help book titled "Controlling the Urges to stick a Toothbrush Down Your Throat." I get Red Packet money to buy stuff that I will really use, like a spare toothbrush to stick down my throat.

And secondly, I get to be abused by my cousins more than once. Last Christmas they threw toy cars at my face, this Lunar New Year my face was almost whacked by a Wii-Mote my cousin was happily swinging around while playing Warioware. It was as if I was in a movie show where I barely dodged a bullet, I literally felt a breeze as he swung his Wii-Mote near the back of my head.

I have no idea what day of the Lunar New Year this is, but I'm pretty sure I'm done for the New Year since I have no intention of letting of my friends visit my house nor do I have any intention of going to theirs because I have so many request it's just exploding my email inbox.... I have to keep telling them No but they just wouldn't listen to me. Even went to their house to beg them to come and they didn't even bother to answer the door.

Anyways, right before Chinese New Year, I was on Facebook as usual stalking every single classmate of mine to see their progress on their FYP, (I just felt a rush of sian-ess as I wrote FYP, yup, just felt that rush again) and on their wall they write things like...

"FYP so many things to do, No CNY for me."

"Bye Bye CNY, FYP all the way."

... and being the person who takes everything literally, I thought they were really gonna forgo CNY celebrations and just stay at home the whole day doing their FYP. That just made me felt really stressful because I had every intention to go visit my cousins and grab money from my Aunties and Uncles, which means while I'm busy taking money from my Aunties and Uncles, they are gonna be at home doing their 3D renderings and Construction drawings.

First day of CNY, I log into Twitter and I see tweets that range from "Gonna go for my nail manicure today." all the way to "On the way to Malaysia to visit my relatives.". Nice!

That being said, I think I would be writing things like them if I was active on Facebook, although I really do believe some of the really hardworking ones really did not celebrate CNY at all, like all the Malay people... and some Chinese people which I don't understand why they would actually skip taking free Red Packets. It's money that you don't have to bend-over for people.

Ah well, before CNY my mood was completely destroyed by my grades. Although I knew I wouldn't be getting a B or an A for my grades, it still sucks to see a C and D appearing on the list. I just wanna flip the lecturers off sometimes. Thanks to them I am no longer gonna pursue Interior Design when I graduate. I manage to waste my time going to a school that specializes in Engineering for a design course, to a course that doesn't even have a firm foundation of design and doing projects that are in no way related to Interior Design, almost half the projects I've done in school have no link at all. I remember telling my Secondary School friends what I was doing for my FYP and they were a little shocked because instead of designing a space, I was designing a bridge. THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL A WASTE OF TIME.

Alright, thats all the negativity this post is gonna get.

Gonna take my NAPFA on Monday. What I need is not luck, but a miracle to even pass.