Anastasia Ann

Somebody I happen to know from the internet, a blogger friend of mine ask this question today.. How come I nowadays blog in English?

Amazing how people still come here to read me. Haha

Well, I used to blog for money. Who doesn’t agree, blogging can make money. In my case, not much.. but I still earn something from all the nonsense thought and mumbling.. Errr not to forget, complaining. Hehe.. And I do it all from my Malay blog.

Somehow, this time I return for my own sake, to tell story about me and my life, especially to those people out of reach.. Indirectly. And I find it more comfortable to write in a language I am most comfortable with. If you know what I mean.

But.. I know. Most of my blogger friend here is Malay. I am living in a Malay environment. Staying with my Malay brother, its safe and comfortable. I speak Manglish with my niece, Sabah pure Malay with my sister in law and brother.

But since I come to work here in Melaka, and I spend most of my daytime at my workplace or hanging out with friend (note no S, very pity oooo) or becoming lone ranger pretending to be tourist, haha, I tend to speak Malay very less you know. Same goes when I study that time, since my friends all from Kelantan that side, so I prefer speaking in Kelantan than pure Malay.

Its not like I forgot my root or what,  its just that I would like to keep and preserve my Sabahans Malay accent, so that when I make long phone calls home, I don’t speak like Alien to my friends there, trying to avoid the common slang here from bursting out of my mouth. It does hurt when people can simply say that I am now very action just because I speak in Malay mix with Semenanjung slang even I just stay here for a year or two. Heloo.. I am not action okay, I am just blending in. wtf, tak faham betullah you all ni.

Anyway.. Okaylah.. To be fair to you girl.. from today onward.. I write in Manglish ok, can or not? haha. I am proud, you should be too, thats the one very good thing we can brag about for being Malaysian. Malay English, hentam sajalah! Am I Right? Am I Right? kekeke

When Miss Ambitious came to visit, I guess its really hard to resist. Sigh..

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Today I went to the Zoo, after a visit to a friend house. Its a bit sad for being such a lone ranger, shit like a forever alone kinda feeling.. but I feel an ease and comfort for just being alone by myself doing nothing but the things I like the most.

Lol. Doesn’t look harming to me. They just sleep only what!

Surrounded by the mother nature, its like a therapy.. away from the busy outside world, being one with the wild. Nobody else exist.. just me and the nature.. its soooo peaceful, so relaxing. A feeling very… very hard to explain.

By accident, I suddenly bump into my old colleague, back all the way from my hometown. She look different, I look even more until she cannot recognize me.. hurmm wonder why.. lol. very sure not because of the wrinkles. wtf

Then after that, since I decide today is a free from gps day, I am somehow LOST! My intention is actually really good, I just want to learn the road (I am super duper bad with memorizing road), follow wherever the signboard bring me until I reach home. Unfortunately, I took the road I have seen before but not so familiar with until don’t know how baaaamm I suddenly reach airport already wohh.

Pusing punya pusing punya pusing. I am like wth going in circles for like 10 rounds then only finally reach the road I first went earlier and into my usual road. Such a relief!

I went out 10.30 am, went like 30minutes visiting friend, 2hours in the Zoo and reach home at 5pm. Imagine how long my driving time is.. Someone say until your ass can grow bisul. pheww

Ok back to Miss Ambitious. Along my few hours road trip, I actually experience something. I saw a lot of  house.. ehem ehem, semi-d and bungalow.. very nice one… and not to mention, super huge. fuh fuh. which make me wondering.. how come Melaka people very rich until can afford such houses? How can they make so much money? and HOW CAN I  GET ONE???

I think think think.. until my brain want to come out already. I think think think again.. wah really feel like want to explode. Urgh.. Now Migrain. Ambik kau sebijik. Ok I want to stop thinking for now… but, I will  never stop dreaming. That kind of house will somehow be mine one day, very sure!

Do you know.. They said everything start with a dream. I know. Guess you also do now. Haha

Ding! The good voice in my head say “Yes, good finally you have some will. Later after you know how to make one then save a lot laaaa! Go on…”

Then the naughty voice note that thinking and reply..”Alamak.. Its RM2 only what, why need to waste so much to save that RM2? Ingredients lagi, time lagi, haiyooooo! Wasting wasting wasting.. No need to learn, kedai kan banyak.

The lazy voice also join in.. Wah girl, I am very tired la. I want to sleep. Now move your ass to the bed la woi. Give me a break!

Ish.. ish.. Ish.. You all very stupid, let her do what she want la! Kacau la. Syuh syuh! Say the good one.

And finally I end up following the good one, although as you can see.. its not that good as well. hahaha. Stupid mind. wakakak

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Monday is the first time ever I finally touch the oven again with my magic hand. haha.

My first attempt is actually to make a chocolate moist cake, but I seem to run out of chocolate. So I end up making plain vanilla cupcakes.

Tadaaaa!

I serve it hot.. with coffee for supper. Nyummy! I do a christmas tree tall cream on top but it doesn’t fold very clean. So, the cream I dump into my coffee and it taste like starbucks! Woot. Double yummy…

But……. cakes is a bit too sweet to my liking. I mean this one really really sweet. Still edible.. but..  its just too sweet. Get the point? Euww What a failure!

So today I decide, today I want to try making those sausage bun rolls and the sausage bun pizza, the favourite food which normally cost me around RM2 whenever I go to any bakery shop.

Man.. I tell you.. Its a dissssssaaasster!

The bun is burnttt. This one I blamed the recipes. When I follow the recipes halfway, only I realised. It doesn’t tell me the timer and the temperature wtf. Then I do it sesuka hati me la, maybe I preheat the oven too long and the temp too high, so they become too hot. The bottom part of the first batch is black you. I have to throw 5 out of the 8 that I make. Sigh.. wasted!

The bun also is too hard. Euww. Oh this one I blamed that little girl who keep on kacau’ing me asking this and that, again and again.. the same question. She was so excited to “help” me. Take this thing and that thing, then ask again. I have to really keep an eye on her so that she won’t come near the oven. I think the dough is not properly ready yet when I let them to rise, because it seem a bit too sticky for a dough. Aiyo, with her around, I think all I can do is just lepaking in front of the TV answering her repetitive questions that sometimes very very funny one. Lol

But….

The bun still finish and just left 2 for my breakfast tomorrow. Oh that one for sure, I blamed myself! I just cannot stop eating. Haha. Its hard but still edible, the texture inside is very soft, the filling and the taste is more or less like the one from the bakery shop..Aicehmen. Wah I almost thought I can start a bakery. Haha crazy.

I called mum after the first attempt. And I was actually expecting a response like.. WHAT???! You bake?? Can eat or not?? but instead I get.. “Oh really, later you give me the recipe”.. adoii mum mum. I need a little help here..

This is what I get by learning from the internet. See la who ask you to not listen to her when you got free physical teacher last time. Two experiments, two failure. But people say there won’t be a success without a failure. So wth aja aja hwaiting Ann! Gambateh.