This Christmas...

...I woke up at 2am, and made Heston's 6-hour spagbol *grin* That's right! I finely chopped, heated loads of butter, mixed ingredients (bar celery because I was out of it) until 4am, then slotted it into the oven. I managed to stay up till 7am watching movies before conking out. Waking briefly at 10:30am to turn the oven off. Then going back to bed :P

Was it good? Wooo, yeah it was tasty. I have to say star anise and nutmeg really do make a difference. Was it worth the 6 hours in the oven? Heck no! :P I'd give it 3 hours max.

At 2pm, I walked over to St Paul's:
(Me wondering if the timer works)

(Me dropping my iPhone)

(Me wondering if the timer took the pic already)

(Me closing my eyes)

Got it right! :)
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
(if you haven't noticed, I'm dressed like a Christmas tree for you)
My pecan pie before oven...

My pecan pie after oven and what it so doesn't look like :(

"It's like riding a bike...

... you never forget", was the advise I was given from hardcore boarders. This brought back memories of when Ula made me ride a bicycle for the first time in about 10 years. I almost crashed into a parked car!

But it's true, some things you don't forget. You just remember _really_slowly_ what you're suppose to do. Funnily enough, with snowboarding, you remember what you're suppose to do right after you stack it :P Thought to self for next time: "Use my edge more! Link my turns!"

Unfortunately, I look like a boy with a beanie and snow gear on :(

It's beautiful at Meribel. At the top, we were 2200m above sea level (I think). I've never seen snow covered mountains like this before. It's also really scary! As I watched kids a third my age whizz by on skiis, I contemplated how I was going to make it down the mountain without scraping up my face :P I wish my parents had the money to take me skiing every year for family holidays. I could be a pro by now! Then again, my parents took me to the beach every weekend when I was young, and I'm definitely not a pro bodyboarder *grin* I do feel lucky though, that I have friends now who are willing to take me to the very top, and who kept encouraging me everytime I felt I couldn't do it anymore. It was a great way to spend Christmas :)

Which way?!? Can we go to Jerusalem?

My favourite moment of the trip... Aaah, chillax...

2006 Family Portrait

Edit 29/12/2006: For the unbelievers - Behold! My right butt cheek in all its cellulite glory! Nobody make any wise cracks :P Har har har!

Worst. Present. Ever

I really hope the person who gave me this doesn't discover my blog. This is the reason why I think Kris Kringles and Secret Santas are a fcking waste of time and money:

Wtf? I know I look young, but I'm not freaking 5 years old. I'd rather have the 5 quid as a present than this. I'm definitely re-gifting this one.

Bah humbug.

And yeah, this even beats the BH90210 calendar I got one year from my brothers. At least at that time, Luke Perry was dreamy.

Xmas Lights

I spent the night wandering around Oxford St. It's all lit up. A bit tackily. Then again, I always thought Christmas was a tacky affair *grin* My fave lights are the giant lightbulbs on Carnaby St.