how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
corned beef
have you ever wondered, why corned beef is called that?
i have.
does corned beef contain corn?
is "corned" a slang term used in the hey days to mean minced,or grinded, or mashed?
i couldnt take the mystery.
and so my dear friends, i have found out:
Old-time butcher shops closed every weekend. Ice, the only refrigerant available, could not dependably hold fresh meat for two days. To keep unsold meat from going to waste, the butcher soaked the meat in a strong brine or covered it with coarse salt to trigger osmosis. The grains of salt were called "corn" in England, and the name "corned beef" stuck with the product.
and now you have it.
the history of corned beef.
i also found out that:
Corning is a form of curing; it has nothing to do with corn. The name comes from Anglo-Saxon times before refrigeration. In those days, the meat was dry-cured in coarse "corns" of salt. Pellets of salt, some the size of kernels of corn, were rubbed into the beef to keep it from spoiling and to preserve it.
Today brining -- the use of salt water -- has replaced the dry salt cure, but the name "corned beef" is still used, rather than "brined" or "pickled" beef. Commonly used spices that give corned beef its distinctive flavor are peppercorns and bay leaf. Of course, these spices may vary regionally.
and so you have it.
while randomly browsing, i came across this:
Breakfast Hash
8 oz spicy or mild bulk pork sausage
3 cups frozen potatoes O'Brien -- thawed
1/2 cup chopped onions
2 tbsp. flour
6 eggs
beaten or 1 1/2 cups egg substitute
1/4 tsp. salt
1 large tomato -- chopped
1/3 cup Parmesan cheese -- grated
Cook sausage in a large non-stick skillet until browned, breaking into crumbles with a wooden spoon. Pour of all but one tablespoon drippings. Add potatoes and onions to skillet; continue to cook 8 minutes or until potatoes are tender and golden brown, stirring frequently.Beat together eggs and salt; add to skillet. Cook about 3 minutes, or until eggs are set, stirring frequently. Stir in tomatoes. Heat through. Sprinkle with cheese.
and now you have one very hungry daphne craving for breakfast hash.
right now, 1.59am on a thursday morning, i am disturbed.
fuck sia.
this fucking nehneh of a beetle was buzzing around. and i think i strained my neck trying to fucking avoid it. (in the meantime bursting a pox. nah just kidding. now wipe that horrified look off your face.)
and this same fucking nehneh of a beetle seems to have landed on my head.
like RIGHT NOW.
oh man.
im scarred.
i dont know what to do.
HELP.
FUCK MAN.
my neck hurts.
and the beetle is not moving.
its still on my hair.
i think im gonna go drink milk to comfort myself.
i like milk.
warm milk makes me fuzzy inside.
i like milk only if its from the carton. i only drink milk from a carton.
except when its warm. cause i cant heat milk in a carton.
drinking milk in a glass is half the fun.
but warm milk is okay.
i think im getting stranger by day.
sometimes i dont understand myself.
but if i did, life would be boring wouldnt it?
here's the 5 people that made my 7day jail term more bearable:
1.dan: what can i say. he plays minesweeper with me any time of the day/night. and talk auntish topics with me while we're at it. he always comes to talk to me everynight, even though we're both people who like to sit and wait for people to approach us. he makes me laugh with his observations. and i can tell him anything i want. and he's always there. and never fails to remind me if im in online mode(as compared to busy mode, which i always am).
2.elinn: she's also always online. plays minesweeper with me and loses terribly most the time. likes to be mean to me, but secretly loves talking to me(HAHA I KNOW IM SUCH A SHAMELESS BITCH). but oh well, i make it up to her by sending her TONS of songs(such that her library is like mine now). she shows me interesting websites, and ALWAYS comments me on myspace. she livens up my myspace. she webcams with me despite the choppy images(HER webcam, not mine. mine's fucking clear i think) and even though she doesnt have a mic. which makes me gleeful cause i can speak to her while she furiously TYPES her replies. LOL. what joy i get, cooped up at home.
3. jac: she listens to me when i need someone to talk to. and she's almost constantly online as well. she plays minesweeper with me too! and loses most the time also(which makes it more enjoyable). she's always mean to me, but we engage in interesting conversations cause we'll draw(her nicely, me a teeny bit strangely). we play pictionary online when we're bored. and she shares my love for goldfrapp. which i send to her constantly. and she makes me laugh with all the gossipy things that she tells.
4. lynette: she's always online too. but SHES ALWAYS DOING WORK NOWADAYS. but she plays minesweeper with me too!(sometimes) but shes a meanie and she quits when im winning. she sends me tons of songs. and makes me laugh with her bimbotic comments. she's a good stalker so i get to see interesting people's profiles, though she ALWAYS forgets to remind me to put myself on anonymous. she sends me to happy happy music(reggae!) that i cannot get enough of. she also sends me weird dancey tracks, but haiya thats not the point. she floods my frienster with her testimonials and even though some are scary(like the one with her FACE) i still LOVE em. she doodles on her msn and its funny cause she thinks her chinese is so good when i dont understand half the time.
5.sj: he is really one of a kind.
i learnt a new word today.
pan·sex·u·al (pn-sksh-l)
adj.
Relating to, having, or open to sexual activity of many kinds.
you know what? go see the page. its so fucking gorgeous.
the search for the elusive bomb.
and so we have it.
the myterious 6 bomb.
ive never encountered the mystery of the divine 6 bomb before. and so i have.
i am ready to die in peace now.
come, take me away.
okay on to less..strange stuff.
okay. nothing there.
nobody wants to play minesweeper with me anymore.
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
im so fucking emo, i hate myself.
i hate everything.
im so sick of waiting when i dont even know what im waiting for.
i sleep every night and i wake up feeling the same way again.
i tell myself im being patient but what does fucking patience do to me?
its all a load of crap that's what that is and ive got so many choices my head i whirling with it but i dont want it.
i dont want the choices pushed up against my face.
but i dont want to be left without a choice.
im a selfish bitch and i should just shoot myself already to save everyone the pain of having to deal with me.
she hates me and maybe i should hate myself too.
i hate her, her and her.
i should just find myself a sweet dumb boyfriend and be done with it.
maybe i shouldnt have even known you.
maybe watching you from a distance was the best i could have it.
maybe i will mean it when i say get the fuck away from me.
maybe my guts will cease to squeeze one day when i think this.
oh god. im so fucking emo.
i act all brave but im just a fucking coward inside.
I wish I could pull my heart out. Serve it on a platter for you. Give it to you as a last memento of the love that never was. End my suffering. The heart: the cause of all my troubles. Night after night I lay awake, my entire body numb from sleep but the only one organ that does not cease. The palpitations of my heart reminds me of you. My unruly heart that ran away with you and refuses to come back. My heart that is no longer mine. Its physical form stays in me but it has long ago fled to you in spirit, escaping the warmth of my cavity to encounter hardship and tumultuous adventures you provide. The heart's desires is not always what's good for it. And so in this case, it is. All you did do is return my heart in the mail, bruised and battered, the seal not even broken
I'm searching for things that I just cannot see
Why don't you, don't you, don't you come and be with me
I pretend to be cool with me, wanna believe
I can do it on my own without my heart on my sleeve
I'm running, I'm running, catch up with me, life
Where is the love that I'm looking to find
It's all in me, can't you see
Why can't you, why can't you see, it's all in me, yeah
- turn off the light, nelly furtado
the 3 predominant moods that maketh a writer: passion, love, and depression.
now that im here, i dont want to leave.
cause even if i fuck it up and withdraw to my hole at least there'll be my writing left.
cause at the end of the day, its only the depression that stays.
You are but a mirage in the desert, false hope for the weary heart.
a friend(whom i shall not name at this point) was telling me that shakira's whenever, wherever has meaningful lyrics.
i hope he didnt mean by:
le lo lo le lo le, le lo lo le lo le, cant you see, i'm at your feet
or
lucky that my breasts are small and humble, so you don't confuse them with mountains,
or
lucky i have strong legs like my mother, to run for cover when i need it,
i think he meant this:
tell me one more time, that you'll live, lost in my eyes
oh well.
you know youre bored, when you start signing up for random sites that a random friend recommended(which you wont in normal circumstances) AND start laughing your head off at the said site.
here's why:
yes im that bored im resorting to reporting what i play on my playlist.
im feeling miserable/emo/whiney,
so its only apt that boyz 2 men is on. on loop.
i stole this from wen's page and yeah.
i LOVE enid blyton. used to anyway.
im so bored, im stealing pictures from everybody everywhere.
im bored and miserable and my mom is acting psychotic.
sukpatch is feel-good music.
which is great, cause i need something to feel good about.
im so miserable you can dip me in a jar of gold fairy dust and not a speck will stay on me.
staying at home sucks
but seeing this made me laugh like mad. i bet my mom got quite worried for a while.
MY HOUSE IS TURNING INTO A..A...GARDEN!
here's what i found on a trip to the kitchen:
4 pineapples,
er, i dont think this is fruit, but there were a bunch of them around. 5. sweet potatoes?
1 pomelo,
2 papayas(YUCK),
3 honeydews,
a bunch of cucumbers(yeah yeah not fruit but still! lying around unattended)
3 more eeky papayas(!!!) :(
a bunch of apples,
a million water chesnuts,
2 lonely carrots with their ginger friend,
and this is only the ones lying around in the kitchen.
so onward we proceed to the fridge, where a lot more fruits lay in their peaceful slumber...
we have a HUGE grapefruit..
a small bunch of grapes,
2 oranges,
4 pears,
3 peaches,
another bag of apples,
5 lemons,
2 yellow pears,
and MORE APPLES.
okay, by now you would have realised that this is a completely pointless entry due to me being bored. but seriously man, just thinking about the number of fruits for the both of us is scary. scary.
i know ive put this up already, but come on man DO IT!
you suck if you dont.
aha.
im so bored.
sometimes the world just passes you by before you realise it.
you know, the thing about being home is the time you find you suddenly have too much of.
i blog like 5 million times a day.
i play games.
i read a bit here and there.
i surf meaningless websites.
i photoshop the hell outta pictures.
but the thing is, what really should be done i dont do.
i have a pile of stuff on the computer i should really clear up
i should sort out my laundry.
my room's in a horrendous mess.
and yet i continue here, blogging away.
Put your head on my shoulder
Hold me in your arms, baby
Squeeze me oh so tight
Show me, that you love me too
Put your lips next to mine,dear
Won't you kiss me once, baby
Just a kiss goodnight, maybe
You and I will fall in love
Some people say that love's a game
A game you just can't win
If there's a way
I'll find it someday
And then this fool will rush in
Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear, tell me
Tell me that you love me too
- michael buble, put your head on my shoulder
omg i love michael. HAHAHAH
im still bored. i cant play game cause my mother has been singing the past 827346983746293 hours. :( :( :(
IM SO BORED.
IM GONNA GO PLAY GAME(AGAIN).
-sighs.
OMG.
i cant believe i spent an hour on this and STILL CANNOT FIGURE IT OUT!
its such a frustrating thing to do.
i can feel my poxes popping out as i type.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I have a smile stretched from ear to ear
To see you walking down the road
We meet at the lights, I stare for a while
The world around us disappears
It's just you and me on my island of hope
A breath between us could be miles
Let me surround you, a sea to your shore
Let me be the calm you seek
But every time I'm close to you
There's too much I can't say
And you just walk away
And I forgot to tell you
I love you
And night's too long and cold here
Without you
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the words to say
I need you so
- i love you, sarah mclachlan
IM SO GODDAMN BLOODY MISERABLE RIGHT NOW SOMEONE PLEASE PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY IM ITCHING ALL OVER AND I WANNA DIE DIE DIE DIE IM STUCK AT HOME AND I WANNA DIE DIE DIE DIE AHHHHHHHHH!
SOMEBODY SAVE ME.
oh shit.
i saw l word spoilers.
DAMN.
i, daphne boey, 19 years of age is now plaqued with chicken pox.
yes chicken pox.
i cannot believe it.
19! chicken pox!
fuck sia.
i look like shit and the doc says i'll look 3 times worse.
i need to be quarantined for 10 days.
i cant see the people i want to see.
life sucks right about now.
im gonna go whack the shit outta ai enemy soldiers now to feel better tata.
people, please call me often. i know ive said before i dont really like phone conversations but this is an exception. and marie, even though you're mostly annoying and cant stop saying mean stuff about me please let us have our 5hour long phone marathons soon. PLEASE.
boohoo.
to nettie and vallie please call me often! and visit me! and i dont know..think of me i guess. miss me! lol.
i feel so cut off already :(
i think im falling sick.
(this entire entry will be devoted to my whinings)
have had a fucking headache since the moment i woke up.
i keep getting goosebumps.
okay. some random thought. i like goosebumps. not too much of them of course. but goosebumps..yeah. they give you a funny feeling inside. and i like to smooth goosebumps. goosebumps(not too much) are fun.
but this goosebump is not fun. its giving me the "hey man you gonna be sick" signals. i feel strange.
and i feel clammy. and cold.
i feel hot. not hot hot but you know, HOT. feverish hot.
my piercing hurts. i dont know why man. im scared.
my head's killing me :(
i think im gonna drown myself in medicine and sleep tata.
im really tired now man. but i just got back from KL(yes marie, today. not yesterday, the day before or 5 years ago. HAHA) and here are some key words to describe the trip:
fun
walk
food
vallie
nettie
noble
budget
mini trains
TRAINS
shops
clothes
heavy
rain
pirates
dvds
chocs
hard rock
crayons
pictures!
room
pillows
cds
bus
ringgit(not RAMEN or RUPIAH)
raaaaaiiin
singing
sleep
alarm
FOOD
weight
binderella
nose flaring
camwhoring
OCBC KL
wonka bar!
614
LOVE
:)
okie good night tata sleep tight now.
more tmr.
she might look really fine and alright when you see her outside, but secretly lynette is verrry, verrrrry sick.
LOL
click!
click again!
i miss you.
its getting harder to say with each passing day.
but i miss you.
and i will always love you.
Your face lights up the sky on the highway.
Someday, you'll share your world with me someday.
You mesmerize me with diamond eyes;
I try to fool myself to think I'll be alright.
But I am losing all control -
My mind, my heart, my body and my soul
Never in my life have I been more sure,
So come on up to me and close the door.
Nobody's made me feel this way before;
You're everything I wanted and more.
To speak or not to; where to begin.
The way dilemmas I'm finding myself in.
For all I know you only see me as a friend.
I try to tell myself wake up fool; this fairy tale's got to end.
- balisong, rivermaya
the post with the really random photos pt 3
this photo is PRICELESS. seriously man just check it out. john is funny.
being vegan at marche means we had to get this.
dan's plate is full....
but mine is positively exploding. LOL. i seriously dont know how i managed that. dan must be so proud of me. :)
here's mr crocky! doncha just think he looks like a croc?
i dont get men's shoes. theyre weird.
i dont get shoes period.
LOL.
THIS LOOKS SO WRONG.
we were walking in town, and mannequin no.1 is a mischa barton lookalike!
dan thinks anyone with glasses that size looks like mischa. oh well.
and to do dan justice he was just trying to remove a stray hair off her boob. THE POOR SALESGIRL WAS STUNNED LAR.
these are the few people that i seem to spend most my time with nowadays. we meet up so often its nuts man. just ask valerie's organiser book.
since she's already everywhere i thought i might as well put her here as well. LOL.
she thinks its one of the best pictures ever. she thinks.
i have nice smelling hair. haha.
the post with the really random phtos pt 2
nothing stops val from her cheese baked clams.
i really like this one. she should be the new poster girl for "tourist singapore" or somethin. of course without a fantabulous photographer like me there wouldnt be any of this. :)
the clover that is really lucky. try finding it.
that's what happens when you steal her juice. Lol.
well dont ever piss netty off. she can..well err make really funny faces. oh and she can squeak too. or scare the hell outta you with her ENORMOUS sneezes. or pictures.
xy never fails to crack me up. JUST LOOK AT HER! -shakes head-
being vege people at burger king's we could only entertain ourselves with potatoes and onions while john stuffed himself full with dead meat.
