I’d been looking forward to the end of this week since.. oh I don’t know.. the start of term. This week’s end meant that I would only have two presentations and two reports due left.

No one told me it was all going to come crashing down today.

… I can’t seem to stop posting. Migraine begone! All hail mighty Fish Fingers, Ruler of Magic PowerUpLand.

Anyway, since I’m already posting something, I might as well make it worthy of being read:

Fantastic Fish Finger Sandwich

Ingredients:
3-5 frozen fish fingers (or as many as you can fit in your sandwich)
2 slices of bread, or 1 soft bun (halved)
brown sauce
butter/margarine
a few slices of Gruyere (or any other melty, stringy) cheese
*optional: a small handful of wild rocket

Method:

• Pop your fish fingers under the grill for about 15 minutes (or according to the packet) until piping hot inside. (Don’t poke your finger into the fish finger to check or else you’ll get burnt and it won’t be nice.)
• Butter your bread generously.
• During the last 4 minutes, pop the bread into the grill and get it nice and toasty (about 1-2 minutes will suffice).
• Remove the bread, arrange your fish fingers on one half, and cheese on the other. (This shouldn’t take more than about 20 seconds to do.)
• Place back into the grill for the remainder of the time, or leave until cheese melts and gets nice and gooey.
• Remove sandwich from grill, and smear some brown sauce over the fish fingers.
• Top fish fingers with the cheesy slice of bread and you’re good to go.

Yum, I gotta go make me one of those. :)

[Edit: It was good.]

In line with Part One and, much more recently, Part Two, I’ve decided to include a third and final installment of the series. For those of you who have no grasp whatsoever on the concept of a budget, here are some ideas on what you can do for a romantic weekend with your loved one, be it for a special occasion or just to relax and spend time together. Or for those of you who are looking for the final push to ensure that the one you’re eyeing falls securely in love with you, this is for you. (It worked on me - but then I’m just shallow.) Read the rest of this entry »

I haven’t really had time to post about this, and I still really don’t have time now, so I’m going to have to let the pictures do the talking. I had dinner at Saint Pierre (at Central Mall) on Saturday night with my girlfriend on our 2nd Date Night. (I normally cook for her on Saturday nights, but on the last Saturday of every month we’ll go out for a nice dinner, and this one just so happened to be extra nice.)

The menu was extensive, and I was so torn between a number of entrees that I ended up going for the Spring 2006 Degustation Menu, inclusive of the Wine Degustation. This was a 9 course dinner of 2 starters, 3 first courses, 2 main courses and 2 desserts, each with its specially paired wine.

Out trotted 5 wine glasses, staring me down like a firing squad and I knew it was certain death. The first one was filled, and its counterpart course silkily swaggered out, arrogantly staring me down, demanding to know who the hell I was to be disturbing him from his refrigerator-bed. He was splendid, and gone all too soon. With each course that followed, a slow dance of wine-sniff-sniff-swirl-taste-taste, pirouette over to plate after glass after plate after glass that eagerly decorated my table and begged to be consumed ensued, and with each mouthful I’d wish I had more, then the next would come and I’d all but forget the former.

They were tiny, but perfectly portioned - any increment would have rendered me popping at the seams and flat out on my bed unable to poptart later that night (though the wine was surely my demise for the partying to come), and I think I can quite safely say that this was the most memorable dinner that I’ve ever had.

And for this, yet again, I have only you to thank.

Contact Information:
Saint Pierre

3 Magazine Road
#01-01 Central Mall
Singapore 059570

Tel: (65) 6438 0887

Website: www.saintpierre.com.sg

This is my new 2nd favourite song. Thank you Michelle for this insanely hilarious version (in comparison to the only one I knew). Read the rest of this entry »

Pumpkineyes has started her very own competition, the Songs About Books Competition. All you need to do is write into pumpkineyes33[AT]yahoo[DOT]com with the title of a novel you’d like to write, and its first paragraph of about 100 words. There will be 5 winners, and they stand to receive:

A little package containing a book-themed cd compilation titled ’songs about books, for lovers of books’ (it’s not too bad I promise), a handmade bookmark, amidst other little random stuff…lovingly wrapped up and posted to your doorstep!

All entries must be submitted by the end of 2nd April 2006 (Sunday next).

Sounds pretty good to me, especially since I’ve heard about her excellent taste in music. Now, if only I can squeeze the time out to write those 100 words. ;p

(via notchy)

1.
Looking - and reading off - the screen’s powerpoint presentation is not actually any better than reading it off the hand out that you guys printed for us.

2.
If you’re an English Language major, I expect you to make the effort to speak in grammatical Standard English (that’s right - not Singlish) when you’re giving your presentation. Clauses like, “But then they can on the music,” are simply unacceptable.

3.
STOP FUCKING PLAYING WITH THE POWERPOINT. It’s there for us to look at, not for you to scroll back and forwards with.

4.
“Ah.. ackcherlee ah, I doe-noe whether is a guy or a ger,” really doesn’t reflect particularly well on you when you’re supposed to be presenting this researcher’s experimental findings.

5.
In what way does a faux-American accent help you to be a better presenter? Infusing some British accented words now and then just exaccerbates the situation.

[buzzy bee, golf tee, double shots to you... what's up with the recent influx of preppy? (Fine, I admit it - I'm just cranky.)]

Related: Public Speaking 101

I don’t really get what the point of allocating word limits to the various sections of a group essay is, if the evening before the paper is due (it’s due at 9am tomorrow today, and I got the final draft at 6.45pm to edit down) has overshot the 3000 word limit by over 1600 words. Then it completely baffles me how I could have cut down at least 1000 words without actually removing any points of discussion nor examples used to substantiate our points.

Whatever the case, I’m left with slightly over 500 now, and 5h 49min before I have to remove said 500 words (to get it within the +/- 50 words range), bathe, get dressed, pack my stuff, print the paper, burn the CD, make my coffee, and arrive in school to hand it up.

All together now: I hate group projects.

Edit: In case anyone was interested, this sentence was found in the essay: “We proposed that he compounding in the fashion of the following.” I catch no ball.

Edit #2: In my opinion, I have found that it is in my best interest to assist myself in possibly feeling the need to postulate a decision that I have thrown the towel in - due to the overwhelming circumstances (i.e. my essay is due in 1 hour and 39 minutes and I’m finally under the +/- 50 mystical allowance range) among other things - and I find it probable that this would likely be the time to make a formal declaration of my apparent insistence of partaking of a cleansing ritual with water slightly higher than lukewarm temperature so as to create an allowance for myself and all other parties who may or may not be involved to percolate a container that is able to contain liquids, as well as solids, full to the brim of a substance that is dark in colour, however also comprising properties of an emulsion that is not uncommon in most household kitchens, without excluding an additive that hopefully will add to the taste that is not sour, bitter nor salty, but sweet before I embark on my plausibly but unlikely arduous sojourn over yonder in the westerly direction to the institution in which I am attaining my formal undergraduate education.

i.e. I’ve given up at 49 words over the limit (down from 1600) . It’s time to take a shower, make a cup of coffee, and head to school.

What freaks of nature attend this school?!!