And i coined it!!
Not a single return from Uncle Google!!

*smug*

Cheese. =)

Myself.

I decided to make February the Month of Narcissism. No, wait. I changed my mind. Let’s make year 2006 the Year of Narcissism.

So from today onwards I’m gonna talk only about me me me me me me and ME.

😀

Mozzie’s new year resolution is to remain single. And I’m gonna join the club.My Valentine’s resolution is to remain single for the rest of the year.

That means, this would be the third continuous year of my singlehood.

I KNOWWW!!!

I can’t believe it myself too.

So guys (and maybe girls), you can give up already. I’m so taken. By myself.

You have no idea how in love I am with myself. Me is like the only being me loves in the entire galaxy. Of course besides Her Majesty. So stop interfering with my love affair because you can never tear us (me & me) apart.

Ichigo, for the first time after 4 years, celebrates Vday with someone else. She’s been complaining how routine her Vdays always are. So I hope it would be different for her and hope she enjoys it. Just be safe. *winks*

And Mozzie, after N years of celebration with her beloveded (past tense, no?) boy friends, for the first time she is celebrating with a girl. I’m joining you for the… wait, no, you should join me in my singleville! But you promise you won’t fall in love with me. Cuz me promoted me from a heartbreakee to a heartbreaker. Muahaha.

Speaking of Vday pressies, girls really don’t dig flowers, and they DON”T WANT flowers. Get something else.

Read Mozzie’s Vday post for tips.

Because we don’t like to see things die.

Seriously, why do I want something that will eventually be dead?! That’s why I don’t keep pets. It’s sad to see them die. Don’t you think so? Same goes to flowers. Especially when you get it from someone you love. You see it wither day by day. As if your love is dying day by day also. Remember that scene in Beauty and the Beast? Where the beast sighs at every fall of a rose petal. Withering hopes. T_T

Well unless you plant your girl a gardenful of flowers on the rooftop ala Just Like Heaven, with Katie Melua’s playing in the background (Hayley’s will do, too). That’s a different story man.

I once read somewhere that the cheapest way to celebrate Vday is to, well, piss your girl friend off, sulk in a cold war for a whole day, and patch things up the day after.

Even if u have to buy her a make-up-dinner on the 15th , it would be only half the price. Smart, yea?

Happy Valencheese!!

Peeps, I’m in love. Like, totally.

Cheese out my Valentine’s dedication.

(Warning: Reading might cause extreme heartbreak)

If you don’t wanna end up sobbing at a dark corner in your room on this lovely Valentine’s day,

Don’t click here.

I’m quite… actually, very, maybe more than very, angry. But this is so ridiculously funny (rhyme not intended).

I’ve decided to be a Miss Sam Pat and involved in a secret mission in the dark for the past few days. That is because I didn’t want to see the one I care for suffer from chronic depression again.

And mission completed. Guess what? It’s been successful, and I’ve formed a new group out of the mission with two other girls. It’s called the ASD Community. I’ll tell you what it stands for later.

And, I hope you wont be upset anymore, you hear me girl?

Anycheese. This is an extremely long and winding story. I’ll try to make it as brief as possible.

The story started like this. A girl friend dear to me, and for privacy sake, shall I call her GirlA, discovered her ex (who vaguely “broke up” with her, without a clear ending) was cheating on her. She then found out something fishy from a girl’s blog, shall I call her GirlB, which made her highly suspect she was NOT the ONLY VICTIM.

So I approached GirlB without GirlA’s knowledge. But three of us somehow ended up chatting together over MSN. And we found out that this guy, who is a super eccentric weirdo, weirder than Willy Wonka in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, so let’s call him Willy Wanker (what can be worse a name to give to a bastard?), is the biggest hypocrite of the century.

HE IS THE ULTIMATE HYPOCRITE

Even though I was kinda pissed off by him, and pissed him off in return, I reckon myself as an outsider to this issue but heck, let’s not give him anymore chance to cheat on anyone anymore!

Wanker two-timed (or three-timed, or maybe more, we never know) all his girl friends. And he is such a liar. He told GirlA he was 31, and they celebrated his 31st birthday together. Then GirlA found out he is obviously much older than that. And guess what he told GirlB? That he was 26 LOL. Like come on, wrinkles don’t lie okay. Unless you are a premature… oh let’s not go there, LOL.

So. Wanker dated GirlB before he officially broke up with GirlA. And while he was dating Girl A, he went after me at the same time. After he was convinced of my utter disinterest, he insulted me in my face, and tried to ruin the precious friendship I have with GirlA by bitching behind my back, telling her to stay away from me because I’m a certain bitch.

Lemmi tell you this, Mister Wanker.

You don’t fucking bitch about a girl whom you don’t get to screw ok. Just admit you are a fucking loser!

Let the below conversation tell everything.

GirlA: B, i just wanna make things clear, has he ever asked u to go oversea with him?
GirlB: *nods*
GirlA: HAHHAHAHAHAHA
Me: HAHHAHAHAHAHA
GirlB: godamnit. he tells every girl the same thing?
Me: I bet. BTW how did he go after you? I reckon he has a certain formula.
GirlB: LOL.
Me: He told me and A that he is “spiritually connected” to us. And that our “incompletion completes him”, and some shit like that.
GirlB: Arggh! Goddamit! Same here!!
Me: See.
GirlB: But it’s ok you know.
GirlA: yea?
GirlB: His dick isn’t big.
GirlA:: OMG
Me: OMC
GirlB: very small and well…i pity him
GirlA: Oh myyyy hahahahhaha
Me: LOL!!!
GirlB: damn freaking small
Me: Like how small?
GirlB: when he put inside that time, i was like…arg… you inside me already?!?GirlA, GirlB and Me: ROFL.

God is fair. =)

I was always convinced that guys who multi-date are only after one thing. And correct I was. SEX! Duh.

After talking to GirlA and GirlB, I would like to summarize one thing.

This is how he goes after a girl:
1) Spots you on the internet.
2) Chats with you a lot, saying you are such a special person.
3) Makes himself sound like Socrates’ grandfather. Makes you fall for him with all his self devised philosophical theory. (BTW, I don’t buy your postmodernism or some empty nothingness shit. Screw yourself.)
4) Writes a fucking poem to you, declaring his love.
5) Dates you out. Tell you that you are the only person in the entire world that he could “spiritually connect” to. And that you are his muse.
6) Beds you.
7) Repeats step one to six onto another target.

We actually suspect there’re lots more victims out there. There could be so many it is possible to form a soccer team.

But heck, we already have a group.

GirlB: but i’m glad to meet u girls up because of him
GirlA: me too
Me: same here.
Me: let’s hang out one day.
GirlB: no prob
GirlA: yayayaya
Me: and form a group named…
GirlA: SAY NO TO SMALL DICK
GirlB: Anti Small Dick
Me: Yesss!!! ASD it is.
GirlB: 5!
GirlA: 5!
Me: 5!

Wanker broke their hearts. So what. We found each other. And our ASD Community. If you think we are mean, how bout posting a bulletin and tell the entire world what a twisties dick he has? And we are kind enough to not publish his real name, in order to prevent his dick from being publicly ridiculed. How considerate.

Lesson of the day:
If you don’t have a magnificent dick, don’t break a girl’s heart.

Because, you might end up buying yourself inflatable dolls from eBay, or, if you are lucky, receiving dildos for your birthday.

Oh btw guess what? Wanker is a Capri too. Now coincidence huh. Heh. I guess not.

Here I would eagerly like to declare my eternal love to this special somecheese, whom I’ve been secretly admiring for a looooooong time.

I actually wanted to talk about him earlier, but I was a bit shy and unsure. Those who are observant should notice I have been talking a lot about him lately… *blushes*

But I guess today is the day to let it all out. It’s crystal clear. I’m sure he’s the one.

Nocheese is 100% perfect. When I found this Mr 91% perfect (the remaining 9% belongs to the flaws I’m gonna pick on him after our engagement.) , I fell completely head over cheese in love with him.

He has that X factor that makes you go “whoaaaa” non-stop.

Cheesh, he looks sextremely cute. Not to mention sextremely sexy too. Everytime I look at him I just wanna strip him off his clothes. Rawrrrr… *sniggers emo*

And the best thing is, I will never get fed up with him. He is just too nice to get sick of.

And the bestest thing is, he is damn rich!!!!

Cheesus Crust. I’ve never met someone so rich in my life. Mozzie always say I will eventually marry a rich cheese. I think I will. And. Live cheesilyeverafter. ^-^

Damn. I can’t wait to propose to him already. Wish me luck.

My Mr 91% perfect.

And remember. He’s the richest cheese in the world.

It is official.

BABYBELLE LOVES……
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MR. LAUGHING COW PARTY CUBESThe sexiest and richest cheese in the world.

Oh yea, by the cheese I have something to add on to the review.

Café Café plays The Godfather’s theme.

-_-

Imagine half way savoring your Foie Gras and you hear the theme which immediately reminds you of the bloody horse head and the blood-gushing eyeball and spinal nerves that spill out like angel hair pasta (nah don’t think there’s such a scene but hey that’s Jack Shephard’s line!! So gorily delicious and I so love it =D ).

Damn potong steam right.

Speaking of which, I never get how Al Pacino managed to age so drastically within 20 years (He seemed like he’s 40 years older than he was in Part I and Part II), and then look 20 years younger after another 10 years.

Whoa, damn canggih wei the anti-aging stuff he uses.

¤Stellar Evening¤
Date: 10th Feb 2006
Time: 7.30pm (depends on Jewel’s punctuality)
Venue: Café Café
Dress code: 40’s Vogue, (Think Pearl Harbour classic and Victorian laces, fully covered.) Dark Make-up.
Invited guests: All Stellar dolls and Stellar VIPs.

Friday was an important day for the Stellars. It was not only our new VIP doll Tiara Jasmine’s official Stellarization day, it was also the biggest Stellar get-together.

And I can’t think of a place better than Café Café, because if you are going in a group of more than ten, you can have the private lounge upstairs all to yourselves, so we decided to make this our Stellar private party.

Dazzie is the only doll who knows how to get there so we would all follow her car. Six thirty at arranged meet-up-point.

It was 7.00pm.

Dazzie was stuck in jam and Jewel was fashionably late, as USUAL. I had to pick up Angel Jac at her apartment, then Tiara at 1U, then Foxy Mandy at KDU yet I was still the earliest.
-_-

Speaking of Tiara, at first I thought she was a total carbon copy of Princess. Pink sweetness, LV madness, always wears a tiara (else why do you think she is nicked as such), until I chatted with her on MSN.

Tiara: So belle, what are u gonna wear for Stellar evening?
Babybelle: prolly a white long sleeve ruffle top and black pants. I will so look like a pianist. LOL.
Tiara: OMG. That’s what I’m gonna wear too!

Two days later.

Tiara: Hello Belle. Just to tell you I’ll be wearing a skirt. If not we’ll look like we wear the same outfit.
Babybelle: Tell you what. I was thinking about what exactly you were thinking.
Tiara: LOL.

Then the moment we met in 1U.

Tiara: OMG!
Babybelle: OMC!
Angel: *laughs* You dolls look just like twins.

Three of us: LOL.

Anycheese. Let’s get back to the story. While waiting for Dazzie and Jewel, Angel was doing her make up. Foxy was humming to Hitz. Tiara was on the phone and Babybelle was, well, bored.

Babybelle: Well actually, we shouldn’t waste the sunshine you know.
Angel and Foxy: *blank*
Tiara: *looks at Babybelle curiously*
Babybelle: Let’s take some pictures.
Tiara: *nods aggressively*
Babybelle: *murmurs to herself* Sunshine is precious…

Half an hour later, Dazzie reached. While continue waiting for Jewel…

Finally our so royal miss president was here.

We managed to make it before 8pm at Café Café. But problem again. Two dolls last minute FFKed (how expected), and we only had a group of eight. Apparently Café Café’s management are aware of this common problem and told me beforehand that if we have come in less than 10, we’ll have to dine down stairs and “that’s the deal”.

So how? Cannot let two FFKish dolls ruin our Stellarific eve right. So Miss President insisted it’s not a problem, because it’s impossible eight glam dolls can’t have a way around this.

And we made it. Stellars Power!!

The moment we got upstairs to the private lounge.

Holy Hayley!! And I thought downstairs was pretty enough.

Princess: OMG!!
Angel: Wow…
Jewelstar: Totally Stellarific!!
Tiara: Belle, what brilliant ideas you have!
Babybelle: *smug* You know what, we should make this our Stellar studio.

LOL. But serious. This place is just so stellar, we totally melt into the surrounding. With the Stellar dress code, it really made us the Café Café Chatelaines.

And everyone started asking each others where they got their tops from. Jewel’s from Singapore. Tiara’s mom got her the ruffle top from Hong Kong. I flew mine back from Taiwan. Peeps, don’t you just love traveling?

Angel amazed at the surrounding

After taking order, Jewel making her “speech”, self-intro to dolls we met first time, and before long everydoll was at every corner posing.

We really made ourselves at home. =)

We were so occupied until we forgot we had food. Jewel and Babybelle, as usual, were the biggest eater again. Full course dinner (while other Stellars only had a salad and a glass of wine). For Café Café Review, click here.

The Stellar Family-Foxy, Candy, Angel, Princess, Jewelstar, Babybelle, Dazzling & Tiara.

~*A StarStudded Event*~

Stellar Sweethearts

Rosy Stellars

The Girlie Dolls

The Black and White Victorian Trio

The Mirage Sisters in their Mirror Shrine

Tastebud Tantalizers

The Ultimate Parie Lover Dolls

Dazzles to Stellarhood

Candy the Diabetes Factor

The Stellar Lolita Twins

The Victorian Chatelaine

Very at home

Eternal Stellarhood

My Café Café Chateau

Being friendly with Princess’s Paris

Wish Upon a Stellar

Like I said. Great evening with great food, great ambience, great dress code, great poses, and most of all, great company.

==Shines the Stellars Bright==
~*Babybelle*~

I’ve been wanting to dine in Café Café since 3 years ago.

I know distance is a lame excuse, cuz a cheeser like me will go to great length for good food.

I panicked after reading/hearing more and more comments from friends who have visited this lovely café.

“It’s uber romantic. You’ll fall in love with that place, trust me.”
“The food is soooo good! So cheesy!!”
“Cheesie you MUST go. No matter what. Take a cab or something.”
“OMG how can you not have been to Café Café?!”

Yea. Like, how can I not have been to Café Café.

And NO LONGER!!

Café Café has been officially cheesily devoured. Muahahaha.

I don’t know how to describe this place. It is said to be quintessentially Parisian– echoes of the combination of Le Quartier du Marais, Montmartre together with a touch of Moulin Rough (sic, quoted from its original website).

But whatever man, me ain’t artsy-cheesy. In plain cheesie term—Cheesarific. Period.

Just hold your breath the moment you step inside

Dangling crystals from the ceiling, all over. Wish upon a crystal!

Errm, the combination of Le Quartier du Marais, Montmartre together with a touch of Moulin Rough?! lol.

My photography sucks ok. Please visit Café Café’s website to check out the professional photos. You’ll love’em.

Now let’s move on to food!!!

Appetizer

Escargot topped with foie gras and truffles

I didn’t have this. I’m escargot-phobic. (Tabacco allergic, caffeine intolerant… I know!! >_ Pan-seared foie gras

Babybelle: Dollies, you HAVE TO try this.

(*kan cheongs* in case they go crazy over it, i die la. i’ll have only the gravvy all to myself. lol.)

Princess: *not interested* I like my duck.
Tiara: *hesitates* Erm… No thanx..
Dazzling: *gasps* I’m sooo full. I’ve had a three course meal in TGIF!
Angel: *shakes head* on diet.

Babybelle holding a fork with a mellow juicy piece of foie gras, staring at Jewel.

Jewel: oooookay… *opens her mouth*
Jewel: 0_o (for 10 second)
Jewel: I sooooooo regretted having escargot. Can we swap?
Babybelle: Muahahaha no.

This. is. the. bestestest. Foie. Gras. in. the. world.

I went speechless for one whole minute before I could tell them how good it was.

It just melts on your tongue like that. And… forgive me, I still can’t describe how good it was.

I think, Café Café should modify their set menu a little. This pan seared Foie Gras should be served as a dessert, because you simply don’t feel like eating any thing else after just one bite. You just don’t want other taste to overlap this Foie Gras intoxication. Trust me, you don’t even feel like brushing your teeth before you sleep because you want it lingers into your dream.

I’m serious you know. Next time I’ll order it as a dessert.

Foie Gras Salad

Foie Gras again. This time with salad. Just as intoxicating.

Main

Fettuccini with white truffles sauce

I always wonder how truffle tastes like. Of course I have tried truffles. Like, chocolate truffle. But the real truffle?

Truffles and Foie Gras are Café Café’s specialty.

10 out of 10 for Foie Gras. This truffle sauce… hmmm… It’s no doubt very rich in erm… truffles?

The thing is, after eating the pasta, I still don’t know how truffle taste like. lol.

But someone said it tasted like petroleum?!?

0_o

I didn’t finish it though. (and the waiter asked if there’s anything wrong with it *paiseh*) because someone wouldn’t want to help me with it. Cutting carbs, bah!

Grilled cod and scallop

The presentation reminds me of the Egyptian Pyramids. It looks like the skid that could transfer bricks/stones to the pyramid site.

Imagine the scallop is one huge block of stone, and is being carried on the skid (the cod body) on four giant rolling leeks, in a pool of uhm… mud?

Enough nonsense. Go on and I might ruin your appetite. Hehe.

But look at the texture of the cod. It was just so fresh. Gravvy is greenish, but you can’t see clearly because the color of this photo is hopelessly irreparable.

Just don’t quite fancy the giant rollers though.

Dessert

Tiramisu

Sorry for the bad picture, again. But the good news is, it’s better than what it looks. =D

Crème Brulee with Espresso and Amaretto

Jewel loves Crème Brulee.
Jewel loves Amaretto.
So this is like double the love.

For the first time we ate Crème Brulee differently. Jewel kept pouring Amaretto and I kept filling it with espresso.

The espresso was too good I went a tad espresso OD. Hence the disastrous insomnia.
Price to pay for good dessert!

Grand Marnier

Neat. So it’s extremely tangy.
As if I’ve not gotten enough of Tiramisu.
But where’s my frangelico?!

Verdict:
The dolls love Café Café.
Me loves Café Café.
Everybody loves Café Café.

It’s harder to find people who dislike Café Café than people who love Britney Spears.

So, “OMG how can you not have been to Café Café?!”

=))

It’s 2.55am now and i’m up here, blogging!!

I FREAKING CANNOT SLEEP!!

and having a really bad gastric problem 🙁

0_o”

Yeah, the Stellar dinner was a Stellarific one. So great i got so excited until i freaking have to get up at near 3am to blog is it?

But hey i’m like so damn tired!

I thought it must be the driving. You all know how Dazzie drives. *sweats*
How’s spinning her Beemer 720° in 3 seconds for a record?
On one hand, I had to tail so tight to make sure i don’t lose her (yea, and getting honked a million times), on the other hand, i had to keep checking the rear-view to make sure Jewel doesn’t lose me.

It’s stressful you know!

So when i finally came back home i was all exhausted. But i still can’t sleep.

Then i found the culprit.

Jewel, i don’t know about you. You might still be partying blissfully right now but i guess it’s a punishment for what i’ve sinned today.

I’ve commited a deadly Crime Brulee.

Next time, no more fancy dessert with espresso, seriously. (But hell it was damn nice >_

[warning] If you were born between December 22 and January 19, regardless of the year, you ARE a Capri. Now you better move your mouse to the top right corner and click that red X button. What? Shut up because I don’t care how good Mac is. And stop telling me how good Mozilla is, because it can’t even freaking load my blog properly!

………Fine. I knew you would read anyway.Some time ago Xia Xue was accused of being racist because of some hate stuff she wrote in her blog. Now I’m prolly gonna be labeled a horoscopist soon but I’m going to say it anyway.

If you so happen to be a Capricorn, VERY THE NO OFFENSE, I’m sorry because I so don’t wanna be your friend.

*shrugs*

Too bad and so sad. Yea I know. I wish I could choose the month and day I would like to be born too.

But I reckon at least you deserve a specious justification of my horoscopism so lemmi tell you.

You should avoid me because, eventually, I will end up wanting to avoid (read:hate) you. So go far far away before you get hated by me, and hate me in return, which in result, I will end up hating myself for hating you and letting you hate me.

It’s a vicious cycle.

So what’s the point of getting to know someone whom you will eventually hate for hating you for no reason, right?

Yes you read it right, for NO reason. In case you misunderstand, it is highly personal, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.

It’s just like, there’s no reason why you don’t like to eat ____(insert the name of the vegetable that you absolutely loathe, and which you would rather not *ahem* for three days than to eat it. And don’t lie because I know you do) , and heck out of so many different kinds of veggies out there, you eat everything but ___ (the said veggie)?

Shall I call you a Veggist who despises certain race of veggie then?

And you don’t like to eat it doesn’t mean it is not nutritious. It could be the most beta carotene-enriched veggie in the world that cures a rabbit’s hyperopia and you could be allergic to it. Rex (Bree’s husband in Deperate Housewives) ate a measly slice of onion and was off to the hospital.

My point is, I could be Capri-allergic (or phobic) so go away. Prevention is better than cure right. Furthermore, there’s no cure for this allergy/phobia.

It’s fatal.

Game closed. Answers will be revealed in this post.

Thanx for the feedback peeps, at least I know there’s actually someone reading my blog.

I’ve got a lot of different answers to the first mysterious ice cream flavor. Most of you guessed it was wasabi or pandan. Some said apple. I even got seaweed, soursop, pear, alovera, green capsicum(raw!), spirulina, rock melon (erm, that’s orange no?), honey dew, kiwi, and ginko (?!).

Guess what? Wrong!

The second mysterious flavor was easy enough, most of you got it correct. On the other hand, the third mysterious cake flavor was kind of a trick question, so my bad, no one get even remotely close to the answer.
Therefore, only the first question counts. And I shall announce the winner now.

PRINCE!!!

Applause, everybody!

His guesses turned out to be spot-on. Both the flavors. Actually he wasn’t even guessing. He analyzed–“Only that particular fruit can yield such a special color to that ice cream”. Kudos, Prince. I’m so proud of you. Your few years of studies have indeed made you the greatest food scientist. Come claim your prize, my dear. And I continue to wish you luck on your Spirulina thesis.

Actually, there’s another winner who got the first answer correct too, after like, 10 failed attempts. But there’s a prize for you too, Lawrence. Hehe.

Those who didn’t manage to make it, read more and more importantly, eat more.

If you haven’t given up, and wanna keep guessing, go ahead and scroll down to my previous post. But whoever made a deal with me, it’s officially closed. Better luck next time. *winks*

Answers are here .