Sending My Love with Tiramisu

I just found something interesting... lookit~

Tiramisu is an Italian dessert typically made from Lady fingers, espresso coffee, mascarpone cheese, eggs, cream, sugar, marsalawine, cocoa and rum. The name tiramisù means "pick-me-up" (metaphorically --> Cheer me up), referring to the two caffeine-containing ingredients, espresso and cocoa.

There is some debate regarding the history of tiramisu. Some believe it was first created during the First World War. Women in northern Italy made these desserts for their men to take with them as they were being sent off to war, presumably to remind them of their love together, as the bitter-sweet taste of the dessert alludes to the perplexing feeling of love itself. (didnt know that... the bitter-sweet feeling of love... i like~) Or more practically, they might have believed the high caffeine and energy content of these desserts give their men more energy to fight (luckily they didn't use their energy on something else...HAHA.. you know... lotsa guys living together 24/7...HAHAHA) and help bring them home safely.

Another story regarding tiramisu dates back even further. It is said that during the Renaissance periods, Venetian women made these to be shared with their men during the late hours because they believed it would give them the energy to make more vigorous love later. (wow~ tiramisu as aphodisiac... opens up a whole other world huh?) A different take on this story is that Venetian prostitutes, living above cafés, would order this as a late night pick-me-up. (erm.... ... ok.)

Well... i thought the information above was interesting. I guess there's more to it than a delicious piece of cake.

So... people in Thailand, if you wanna get your hands on some tiramisu *wink*wink*, try Mango Tango at Siam Square. I don't know if it's good but their other cakes are good so i'm assuming that the tiramisu would be too. Another place you can try is Basilico, an italian restaurant on Sukhumvit road. Enjoy~

(thanks to wikipedia.org for enlightening me and making me realise that tiramisu is NOT a japanese dessert...)

SHATIN COLLEGE: memories from yesteryear ~

3 days ago i was looking through my high school year book and today i just spent about an hour on the net looking at photos of people i went to high school with. it brought back so many memories.

it was kind of surreal when i thought back and remembered that i was the only Thai girl in the school (except after the year my brother entered). i remember one time during assembly, i think it was the end of year assemble or something, but the principle was saying out all the nationalities that existed within the fences of Shatin College. when it came to 'Thailand' he said 'One'. -_- all eyes were on me!!! (well ... not all.. but all eyes that belong to those who knows me... haha)

it was weird seeing all those people i used to attend classes with. it's been so long. i missed all my Drake house class members. i miss lilian, who forever pushed me to study hard for mandarin class. i miss tessa with her hyperactive and sporty energy. i miss winifred with her bohemian ideology. i miss louise and her bounciness. i miss pip, the first girl who befriended me on my first day of class. i miss boorer, my MTV buddy. hur~

i lose touch with lots of people i want to stay in touch with. sad.

oh oh, i almost forgot. my memories of high school would not be complete without the mention of my biggest crush. i dont wanna say his name cuz i'm still shy about it.. haha. but my high school friends will know...haha. one of the most nerve wrecking incident in my life concerns this guy. it was christmas, and i gave him an angel card with a detachable heart. i wanted to give him the heart but i was really shy and i made up some lame excuse that the angel looks stupid without the heart *blush*blush*

ok... i gotta go... my cheeks are burning...

i am free to live in a box

so... are we really free to do whatever we want?

i was lying in bed last night thinking that the notion of being free is so ironic. you know how parents always tell you that you are free to do whatever you want once you graduate? that's not true~ i'm not talking about the freedom of choice, i'm talking about the constraints that still restricts us after we received our promised 'freedom'.

ok- so you're free to work in whatever company, eat whatever food, and pierce whatever body parts, but we're still restricted by one determining factor that makes all the difference... MONEY!!!!!

i used to believe that once i graduate, i'll be able to work for my own salary and do whatever i want with that money. but in reality, half of my salary goes to rent, the other bits and pieces goes to daily expenses. i haven't put any money in my savings account for almost half a year now.

is freedom associated with the amount of money you have? if that is so, do i have to live in a box and only drink tap water to be free?

resurfacing of the sensitive side

i think i'm WAY too sensitive. recently anyway. i just called the Australian embassy to check if my passport have been approved for a tourist visa yet, and the first time i called they said the passport haven't arrived yet. so i called my mom and told her and she told me to call again later, just in case. so i did. and it was another dude who picked up the phone. so i asked and while he was checking on his computer, i covered my mouthpiece and whispered to my friend saying that the first girl who answered my phone sits right next to this guy. and i think he heard it. cuz his tone of voice changed when he started talking on the phone again. and then... i started feeling bad that he sounded rude to me. ?_? dammit what is wrong with me?

i think the sensitivity resurfaced itself since last weekend when i had a little argument with my brother. we dont usually argue. or most the time it's not harsh argument that we can just suppress it when left alone for a while. but this time it's more than that. it's probably all the suppressed anger steaming up. or a big misunderstanding gone wrong, making the situation worse than it originally was. but anyway, that argument made me regret everything that i've done in the past that i thought was good for him. i guess i didnt stop to think about what he really wants instead of what i thought was good for him. so i felt bad that i let him down and let my parents down as well, for not able to make my brother happy.

so.. with the thought that i've disappointed my parents and my brother still lingering around in the air, and with this dude being rude to me, i've become overly sensitive about everything. which is definitely bad for my psychological health.

at needle point

i was sick for the past 3 days. i had food poisoning!!! (that should teach me not to cook, or make sure that the ingredients are clean) anyhow, i couldn't stand the stomache pain so i had to go to the hospital. it was torture!!!! actually the pain itself was more torture than the hospital part. but whatever the case, i hate hospital. it's a big building for people who are in pain, i dont know to let the world know that i am in pain.

so... i had to get 2 injections, one to relax my stomache muscles and the other to stop the nausea. during the injection, i didnt dare look at my arm, i hate seeing blood. i hate seeing things poked into my skin. yuck. but afterwards, i am strangely proud of the needle hole that was left on my arm..haha... and then i have to take 4 more types of medicine to take.

ok.. so now my stomache is cured from the food poisoning.. but wait! that's not enough!!! i got my womenly pain today!!! another type of stomache pain!!! damn!!! this will never end!!!!

I WANT TO BE WELL!!!!!!