I wrote this not just because of the traffic jams

WARNING: It’s going to be tl;dr. SAVE YOURSELVES NOW.

At first I really really really don’t want to write about the issue no matter how intense my ~feelings are about it. You know, it’s classy to only speak good things about the departed and so on & so forth. Actually, I did tweet about this issue in 7 or so concise posts and I thought that was it; that I had finally let everything out. As it turned out, THE UNIVERSE threw me a curveball tonight that made my bloggin’ juices a-flowing and when the universe called; you just can’t dodge it away.

So today; stuff was pretty light at the office (calm before the storm) so I was able to get out on 7-ish (instead of 8.30). I normally don’t want to drive home at that hour because the traffic is still pretty crazy and I like driving on an empty road (usually starts on 8.30-ish).

TONIGHT THO, IN ADDITION TO THE USUAL CRAY, THIS HAPPENS.
Basically the road that they blocked is narrow (2-lines only), very heavily commuted, LOTS of U-turns and on top of that it is also a Transjakarta route. It stretches from East to the Northernmost tip of Jakarta and is the main access for big vehicles & truck to reach the harbor. Got the idea of how important this street is?

SO MUCH FEELINGS AFTER THE CUT! SAVE YOURSELVES NOW! LAST CHANCE!

The Gospel of Hala Madrid

Our Iker, who art in Madrid.
Hallowed be thy gloves.
Thy skills come, thy saves be done.
On the pitch as it is in practice.
Give us this Clasico, our daily hope,
and forgive us our offsides,
as we forgive those that dive against us….
And lead us not into red cards,
But deliver us from Cules.
For thine is the Saint,
the Banana and the captain,
For ever and ever.
Amen

(this divine poetry is the product of Susie’s genius mind, first posted in the best Real Madrid fangirl forum IN DA WORLD)

This week I’ve been bending over backwards trying to be a good girl, sew as much good karma as possible, keeping the snark at the minimum even though I’m surrounded by fuckery, etc etc etc BECAUSE CHRISTMAS NEEDS TO COME EARLY IN THE BERNABEU TO SPREAD JOY TO THE WOOOOOORRLD!!!!

And by “the world” I meant me. And the whole Madridistas in the world. Because we’re good people.
Why do I write like this, I’m too nervous to function; damn.

Basically HALA MADRIIIIIIIDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

UPDATE: …………………………………………………. I HAVE NO WORDS; THE TEARS IN MY EYES. THEY’RE A’FLOWING.

Tags: Real Madrid

Preach Your Crazy, Girl

I stopped blogging for months now because every time I reread the drafts I made, it always dawns on me that I am a crazy person. (that, and the fact that I don’t write very well. NUMBERS AND BALANCE SHEETS HAVE CORRUPTED ME).

Today I’m gonna make an exception because seriously, word needs to get out.

I usually don’t mind crazy people spreading their sick-twisted minds & philosophy in the internet; because 1). It’s the internet; 2). It takes one crazy person to know one; 3). I find crazy people amazing and it creates an opportunity for me to unleash my A+ troll-game; and 4). IT’S THE INTERNET. Therefore it takes a really really really REALLY sick individual with a truly disgusting view of EVERYTHING to make me come out of hiding and write about them. So let me introduce Mrs. Rachmi Supangab to the wilderness.

CONTINUE TO LEARN “THE IDEAL WORLD ACCORDING TO A CRAZY PERSON”>>>

Spicy Potato Wedges

My maid is having fun in her village, I’m home alone and I need you noooooow (no). I LOVE potato wedges but the frozen ones they sell in the supermarket are crazy expensive. Here’s the result of my maidlessness situation in this Lebaran Holiday. I saw some potatoes hanging around in the kitchen and said to myself: GURL I KNOW YOU’RE CRAVING SPICY POTATO WEDGES. GO MAKE THEM. And so I did, and the result was tasty!!! I will never buy frozen potato wedges EVER AGAIN. Because I’m benevolent and would like for you to save some money in these hard times (~~~IHSG, come and rally… rally up up up up don’t let me down T_T) I’m sharing my recipe to you so you’ll never going to buy frozen potato wedges again! YAY

Spicy Potato Wedges
3 medium-sized potatoes, cut into wedges (about 6-8 wedges per potato)
Vegetable oil, to fry

Spice mix – mix throughly:
5 tablespoon of garlic powder –mine’s actually the cheap kind and I reckon it has more flour than garlic. If you’re using the high-quality garlic powder (McCormick’s, etc), use only 2 tablespoon of garlic powder and use 3 tblspn of flour instead
2 tablespoon of chili powder/smoked paprika
1 teaspoon of baking powder
1 tablespoon of dried basil leaf/oregano/ any dried Italian herbs
1/2 teaspoon of freshly-cracked blackpepper

HOW

Bring a pot of water to boil. Put a generous amount of salt. Boil potato wedges for about 2-3 minutes, strain them, and pat them dry with a kitchen cloth or tissue. Let them cool. Heat some cooking oil for deep-frying. Deep fry the potato wedges just until some sort of “skin” formed on the potatoes (for about 2 minutes). Take out and strain, let them cool again. Put the spice-mix in a lidded container or a ziploc bag with the cool potatoes, give it a shake until the spice mix coats every single surfaces of the potatoes. Let sit for about 30 minutes or so. Deep fry again for 3-4 minutes. Serve hot as a side dish or snack.

OR if you’re feeling health-conscious and actually have a working oven T_T, you can bake them in the oven. Spread potato wedges in a shallow baking tray, and you can add grated parmesan on top to add more oomph. Yes, I said PARMESAN or other hard-cheeses (aged gouda or aged-edam would work well), therefore Kraft and its lot are out of the consideration. It will be icky. Bake them in a hot oven (180-200 Celcius) for 15 minutes or until potatoes are golden brown.

Minilovebites Cupcake & Bake

Me and my office mate Shakira (not her real name but she does kinda look like Shakira) have been searching for the best cupcake in Jakarta for awhile now. I actually already have a winner in mind: it was a freebie cupcake my other office mate bought for everyone on her birthday. UGH THAT WAS “THE” CUPCAKE. ULTIMATE. SO FREAKING GOOD. She was vague about where she bought it, I think she said it was from a bakery inside Kem Chicks Pacific Place. Sorry for not taking picture of it because I was kinda absent-minded when it arrived at my desk. I was like “uh watisdis… ok let’s have a bite… DAMN WTF IS THIS WHY SO DELISHUS!” It was gooey, chocolatey, and super moist with perfect chocolate-buttercream topping. Unfortunately I haven’t had the chance to go to PP (DAMN YOU CAR FREE DAY, GO DIE) to have another bite.

So last week when Shakira asked me if I wanted to order cupcakes together, I was like HECK YEA. She found this cute little cupcake webstore, Minilovebites from her friend. In their website they put up an impressive menu of cupcakes from the traditional to the more avant-garde selections. Their other plus point is that THEY DELIVER. You guys can also pick up your delivery if you like to torture yourselves with Jakarta’s traffic.

For our maiden delivery we ordered the traditional flavors: half dozen (100 K + 15 K delivery charge) of red velvet and double chocolate cupcakes.

When the box arrived I was restraining myself from jumping up and down. Pity about the yellow box though. I hate yellow. But I guess it’s cute for people who doesn’t abhor yellow.

Pretty cupcake pictures after the jump!

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More of Real Madrid’s drunken celebration this season pleeeeeeeeeaseeeee

After consulting my crystal ball (and by “crystal ball” I mean my full belly that is currently causing my blood sugar to spike), I hereby present my prediction grid for 2011/2012 end results (top 4) for Bundesliga, English Premier League, and La Liga.

As much as I want to try my luck in predicting the outcome of Serie A, Juventus (my first amore) is currently sucking hard and I can’t bring myself to watch any of their games. Sorry Del Piero et.al. Eh… has Del Piero retired yet? ~~~Goodbye my looove…

Full unparalleled farsightedness after the cut…

Mie Sinar Rejeki

BEHOLD: My #1 noodle of the moment.

I freaking love this noodle. Obviously the naming of the size choices is a bit sexist (LARGE = “Porsi cowok–boys’ portion “; MEDIUM = “porsi cewek –girls’ portion”) but hey no1curr if your noodle is this good. I feel bad for boys who happen to have small appetite and  get stuck ordering the girly-portion out of embarrassment though, because the boys’ portion is HUGE.

Review and pics after the cut>>>

Eaton – Kelapa Gading

I’ve been coming in to Eaton Kelapa Gading almost every weekend this past month. The place itself is not that special or overly comfortable, but it’s sufficient. It’s 100% indoors with AC so I can safely plug my laptop and enjoy their free wi-fi. The most important thing is that I won’t be disturbed by persistent buskers (pengamen) or middle-aged ibu-ibu selling snacks with beggy-face (“Ci, bantuin saya lah, beli ya? ya? ya? ya? ya?”) who frequent rukos in Kelapa Gading Boulevard. The place is always packed with large groups of family every lunch time, and sometimes I feel bad for dominating a whole section by myself, but heeeeyyyy *demi download Top Shot*.

Review & pics after the cut >>>

Pig. Sea Urchin. Rabid Babboon.

So there’s this one coworker (let’s call him X) who dished about his girlfriend problem to my other friend (let’s call him Y) who is a blabbermouth and told me things that he shouldn’t have. X made me think that the douchebaggery of dudes is more limitless than I previously thought.

X had a girlfriend up to about a week ago. Up to a week ago, I thought that X and his girlfriend were still an item, UNTIL…

I caught him with another girl, WHO IS ALSO MY COWORKER, this Saturday; walking in the mall with his arms around her; which tells me that prior to breaking up with his girlfriend, he already set up a “replacement” plan to fall on smoothly. Fucking spotted-dick bastard fuck.

Geezus Christo.

I may not get boys at all, but one thing I learned from X is that there is no “mourning” period from one girl to the next.
Even I who obviously is not attracted to him at all and definitely not his ex-girlfriend, feel so… violated and angry. If I were his ex I would be fucking pissed-off. I don’t know his ex and she might be an evil she-witch that made his life miserable, but wow I feel so sorry for her. Maybe this is girl-code sympathy or something. Couldn’t he at least pretend to be sad or mopey for a period of time before he gets his paws on another girl in public?

I swear, I can’t with all of this.

Why can’t I be a lesbian. Why do I like boys.

Incoherent Book Review: One Day

DAMN THIS BOOK.

Finishing this book, I felt this reaction that I felt once before, from watching that goddamn 500 Days of Summer. So yeah, DAMN this book.

Semi-spoilery recap/doodles from an unstable mind after the cut >>>>