Karipap Making 101

Yup, cell group's that awesome!

Ephraim and Manasseh and Joyce (the new unnamed cell group up north) all combined at Ivy's (and Indy's) place.

They came together in the spirit of fellowship...

...to make karipaps.

Awesome right?

Cell group rocks.

God rocks.

Anyhow.

Somehow the guys of fireBRANDS managed to rally together and outnumbered the girls. (That rarely happens.)

I mean, take a look at this:

(Psst. Remember, boys and girls, captions are BENEATH the photos.)

Girls. (plus Kutu)

Guys.

It's wicked, ain't it?
('wicked' as in 'amazing', not 'wicked' as in 'the wicked witch killed a rabbit'.)

So, once Leroy arrived with a truckload of people, we started off.

Recipe. (looks familiar, eh? KH Form 3 ERT Chapter 1)


Looking about for ingredients.

Flour doesn't weigh much, does it?

You can only talk if you have the magic orange.

The guys and girls had completely different ideas for the perfect filling (they were only allowed to use what was at hand, i.e. the food people brought and whatever Indy was willing to take from the fridge for the guys).

Girls' karipap filling:

Sarah Wong chopping garlic...

...to be stir-fried with Kutu's mixture of mee goreng and ham & egg brought by Jin Ji. (The ham & egg proved to be a major hit, used in the karipap fillings of both the guys and the girls.)

Guys' karipap filling:

Squish oranges to extract the juice in a manly manner.

Add some egg and... uh.. other stuff and make it look as yucky as possible.

Mix in Jin Ji's ham & egg to get... some concoction which was actually pretty tasty, surprisingly.

And the gap between the girls and guys extended way beyond just the filling.

Girls making dough:

After measuring everything precisely, gaul and ramas the thing with the utmost care and love to make an adunan pastri, as directed by the book.

Gary making dough:

Why the fuss about measurements?! Just agak-agak, estimate, toss in some flour, butter, water, mash up the dough, squeeze it around, toss it up and down... and you still get some awesome dough.

Oh. Right.

We'll step away from the action for awhile and meet the awesome judges.

The cell group leaders plus Leroy (for the sake of having a male judge).

That one,

that one,

[insert photo here]
the photographer,

and Leroy.

Now, back to the action.

Our intrepid teams had finished off the fundamentals and were now moving on to...

...the art of shaping karipaps!

Karipaps, like rabbits, come in many different shapes and sizes.

So, like rabbits, it all depends on the creator as to how to karipaps look like.

And, like rabbits, better looking karipaps bring more benefits.

Girls:


Guys:



And, with different gender (and alarmingly different quantity)...

...comes different work etiquette.

Really different.

Check out the girls:

All working together.

And the guys pulak:

Notice the amount of spectators!

So, well, if you ever need a lesson on how to make karipaps, just ask Dan and/or Gary:

Firstly, to make good karipaps, forget about the love... you have to SWEAT.

And, well, some judges were getting bored.

Joyce and Sharon. Suddenly had a craze over the chord Bm7.

Nadal won! Nadal won! Obviously. Beat some Ver-something guy. (I don't know the scoreboard put his name as VER. I wouldn't know. Ask Ivy.)

Oh. I nearly forgot.

The girls and guys had their own trump cards.
(Trump card is like.. uh.. check the dictionary lah!)

Girls:

Oranges in flour (they were fried later on).

Guys:

The Halloween orange (it was kinda fragile though.. nearly got fractured a few times).

Next up, start frying!

(Thank you Ivy and family for letting us use the kitchen! Thank you for having so much faith in such unpredictable, sometimes destructive youth.)

Watch Kutu:

Drop karipaps in with confidence!

Uh.. move back.

And Dan and Gary:

Fry...

and pose!

FINALLY.

The dishes were done!

The karipap cookout was over!

Girls.


Uh. Obviously.

It was now in the hands of the judges.

Leroy why didn't you look at the camera?!

And.

After moments of counting, deliberation, and recounting.

The judges reached a unanimous decision.

And the winners were declared:


See you next week in cell!

Annual Youth Camp 2008

Last year's AYC was a blast.

The End.

the writer does not know what to say or what to write, so if you're happy with this post, then please say that you're satisfied. if you're not satisfied, then say you're not satisfied, and a better post will come up soon. (:

fireBRAND of the Fortnight 005

Disclaimer: The fireBRAND of the Fortnight, and every fireBRAND of the fortnight hereafter, is chosen randomly by www.firebrands-irri.blogspot.com. Any loss of life, injury, damage, or any form of loss incurred is at the risk of the readers and the fireBRAND of the Fortnight. www.firebrands-irri.blogspot.com hereby declares that it is not responsible for any and for all of the casualties above. The contents of every fireBRAND of the fortnight post, hereinafter referred to as fBotF, are deemed true and accurate at the time of posting. Any false information found to be in fBotF will be dealt with appropriately.

So. Another fortnight, another victim ....

(I meant winner.)

Yup yup, guess who! it's AUNTY (or auntie, whateverlah) GUEK CHAN!

Yes, she DOES qualify for this prestigious award, since she was a fireBRAND once, till she decided to go on a sabbatical.

And anyways she was a fireBRAND, like, many many decades ago. (I'm sorry if that made her sound old, didn't mean to!)
Different gelaran la, tapi in essence it's the same.

Anyhowwwww.........

[Writer spends a few moments trying to stop dumdum Blogger from repeatedly changing the yellow font colour back to the original one.]

This post is dedicated as a tribute to Aunty Guek Chan. (Oh no. Now sounds like obituary pulak. Crap.)

And guess what?

To appreciate her kind deeds, we have...

...a certificate!

[Writer takes time to marvel at writer's own brilliance while fixing up a pseudo-cert (well it's the thought that counts, right?]

Alright, here it is:

(click to enlarge)

I was never meant to be a graphicking expert, but oh well, at least it's readable (I hope).

Yup, that's about it!

And remember, you never know who's gonna be the next fBotF.

It might even be you.

A Day At The Beach

the title was inspired by Ladybird and Enid Blyton and Paddington Bear :)


Photography: Tania Loke, James Tan, Leroy Tan, Tan Wei-Lynn and anyone else who happened to take photos with Tania's or Lynn's camera.

17 January 2009.

[Oh. Darn. I seriously don't know what to write.]

Um.

fireBRANDS lor. Go beach. Go beach play.

[Oh. No. What to write?]

Um.

[Fine, I'll try putting some photos up first, get this post moving along...]
*captions are beneath each photo, not above, thank you.

Ah. Yes. We were late. (Beach Day was supposed to start at 4 pm.)

And we weren't the only ones. (That's Khai Hern)

Oh right! Um. Something interesting we saw on the way there. (Now remember, boys and girls, you are always at risk of being photographed, almost anytime and anywhere. Unfortunately it's pretty hard to avoid that danger, so you'll just have to smile.)

We reached it, anyhow.

And when we got there, there was quite a crowd already...

... and Andrew "Blue" Chan (ABC. haha.) kicked off the games.
A game, more like.

Kutu and her obsession with jump shots.

Step one, tie legs together.

Step two, blindfold a partner (while the other smiles at the camera).

And step three, walk (and keep on smiling, the both of you).

Avoid the mines (flip-flops/sandals/slippers) on the way...

...and the sighted please guide the blind.

Reach the end, blind finds a certain card with help from the sighted, and they both walk back.

Line up, kids...

...and be kind to the cameraman.

BUT that isn't it.

Bring on the water bottles!

And the water balloons! Which were so hard to burst...

For some weird reason, our dear photographer was obsessed with snapping photos of the water balloons...

...and just couldn't stop it. (Can you spot the Hidden Mickey? haha.)

Beware the guy with the water gun.

But no matter how hard you try...

...or how fast you run...

...you just can't avoid them...

...sadists.

And through it all, Sharon Leow decided to trust Shaun Leow.

After the games were over, the fireBRANDS resigned to playing around and doing aimless things at the beach. (Well actually they started doing that even before the games ended, but oh well...)

The much-overused-but-still-necessary shot of shadows on the beach.

Someone parasailing. (Now remember, boys and girls, you never know who'll take a picture of you the next time you go parasailing...)

How many guys does it take to set up a barbecue pit?
Almost a dozen :)


Next, a short time of praise, led by Sharon. Every Move I Make and Shake Us Up Jesus. Uber-awesome, singing praises on the beach!

Food.

Now unfortunately this was where our dear photographers decided to take a break and enjoy the wonderful food, so that should explain the lack of photos of food (and prove how excellent the food was. haha).
There were heaps of pasta dishes, fried rice, yellow rice (don't know the dish's name), fried wantan, fried spring rolls, cheesecake, burger meat, something else and some other edible which was scrumptious.
Barbecued: chicken, sausages, garlic bread, satay and stuff like that.

Right then, after that, the guys decided to bask in their manhood and physical capabilities and so partook in some......sumo-wrestling.

Though it looked more like this.

An hour later...

...it was getting dark.

So everyone mah go home d lor.