Living life the Mexican way

2 more weeks and i would have spent 7 months in Mexico.
This can only mean one thing; second post in 7 months.

Being so far away from home for such a long time has definitely changed me.
I´m still me.

I used to take more than an hour to prepare before going out.
Now, all I need now is 30 minutes.

I used to eat very little because I was weight-conscious like that.
Now, my breakfast has more calories than what I used to eat in a day. Nothing beats cereal and fruit with cold milk.

I used to spend all my money on clothes and beauty products.
Now, I spend a fraction of the amount to buy grocery. I love wal-mart. I´m a capitalist!.

I used to be chauffered around.
Now, I walk through blocks so that I can catch the bus. RM 0.60 for a ride, I´m not complaining.

I used to go to the one and only hairdresser that i trust.
Now, I cut my own hair; from waist-lenght to shoulder-lenght. I don´t trust mexican hairstylist.

I used to eat meat.
Now, I don´t remember when was the last time I had meat. Vege rules!

I used to love eating out.
Now, I cook almost all my meals. Home-cooked meals, yum yum.

I used to dislike blue-eyed blondie.
Now, I´m seeing (sorta!) the blondest of all blondies. And he´s so white, they call him Casper. At least he has grey eyes that I love!

I used to carry a make up bag with me all the time.
Now, all I need is my clear lip balm. Chapped lips don´t look kissable.

I used to think that me weighing 50 kg is fat.
Now, I´m 53 kg and feel pretty darn good about it. Except that I can´t fit into some of my clothes anymore =(

I used to be brand-conscious.
Now, I buy clothes from flea market.

I used to think in all other languages that I know besides spanish.
Now, I mainly think in Spanish.

I used to avoid carbs like it´s the plague.
Now, I need my daily carb fix. Tortilla, rice, pasta, bread, potatoes..come to mommy!

I used to be able to swear in 4 languages..
Now, I can swear in at least 7 languages. I´m proud.

I used to think our educational system sucks.
Now, I know nothing can be worse than the Mexican education system. Seriously.

I used to turn down any job that pays less than RM 150 per day..
Now, I get paid RM 25 for a 8 hour-long job which includes washing dishes. And I´m happy.

I used to cry a lot.
Now, after almost 7 months, I´ve cried once. I´ve had my rock-bottom moment.

I used to feel sick after drinking coffee.
Now, I feel sick if I don´t have my morning cup of coffee. I still like tea tho.

I used drink very little.
Now, I still don´t drink a lot but definitely more. Come on, Corona cost less than RM 5.

I used to only go out in heels.
Now, my flip.-flops and I are inseparable and i´ve only worn heels twice.

I used to be very sure that Linguistics is what I want to do.
Now, I´ve discovered so many other possibilities. Archeology, photography, history, god knows.

I used to get up and leave my bed as it is.
Now, I make my bed every morning. You never know who else is going to see the bed at night. haha kidding!

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ok. Enough for this post because as of now, i´m having a major writer´s block. I might be back updating this list or posting up a new one soon.

until then, take care everyone since the A(H1N1) is all over right now but for us in Mexico, we can only say that ¨it´s sooooooooooooooooooo yesterday¨.

Hello from Mexico

The weather‘s good today.
22 degrees Celsius, slightly warmed up by the sun.
Cloudless sky bluer than Gerardo’s eyes.

On days like these, there’s nothing better than lying on the rainbow-colored hammock at the backyard reading a good book, accompanied by a glass of iced tea.
That’s precisely what I’ve been doing for the past 3 hours before I decided to blog.

Still lying on the hammock, wrapping myself up with a shawl as the sun slowly sets before my eyes, painting the sky various shades orange.

This is peace. A whole new different level of it.

I haven’t felt this detached before.
Detached from emotion, from my old life, from everything.
In a good way, of course.

I'm not going to waste too much time typing and all.
I’ll just throw in some pictures of the place that I’m currently staying at and will be staying at for the next month.

Also, some pictures from the places that I’ve visited.


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This is what I do EVERY evening
Hanging out at my favorite spot. Literally



Just so I can have this view.
See how blue the sky is??

When the sun gets too much for me, I go to the blue hammock..



..to get this view and..



..occasionally, this.
Everyone, meet Erick. French guy who cooks kick-ass meals




On the left is the computer area in the living room and the blondie is Marian from Germany. He makes superb breakfast and is my go-to-school partner.

On the right is the bean bag-filled TV area a.k.a PlayStation area a.k.a guitar session area.



Walls decorated by pictures taken by Gerardo, the owner.



FOOD from one of the nights we had. That night was clearly BBQ night



Me with all the food and Gerardo.
Look at all the weight that I've gained but I'm not complaining plus I LOVE my tan.

That's all bout the hostel this time but I have loads to show. Just to keep you interested, you haven't heard Gerardo singing mariachi or seen Danial the Venezuelan guy or Giacomo the Italian guy or ..oh, nevermind.

Ok, back to pictures. I've been here close to 10 weeks now and I've done a little bit of traveling.

I was in big cities.



Historic center in Mexico City



More amazing buildings in Mexico City

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I was up in the mountains.



View during my horseback riding tour in San Cristobal de Las Casas

I visited indigenous village.



Church in San Juan de Chamula, one of the many many indigenous villages in Chiapas

I saw the Gran Canyon of Sumidero



This particular view is the symbol of the state of Chiapas

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I hiked in the jungle.



Mayan ruins in the jungle in Palenque.



Waterfall in the same jungle in Palenque

I bathed in more beautiful waterfalls.



Gorgeous but cold Misol-Ha cascade in a different jungle in Palenque.



Agua Azul in yet another jungle in Palenque.
Agua Azul literally means 'blue water' and this is where the tan started.

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I surfed the waves of the 'mexican pipeline'



Zicatela beach is one of the top surfing spot.

I sat under palapa roof, enjoying my coconut drink.



For some weird reason, this picture looks like a credit card advertisment.

I witnessed one of the most beautiful sunset..



..and then some. =)



As the sun slowly disappear in front of me,..



the moon creeps up behind me.
These 2 pictures were taken at the same time. Maybe with a 2 seconds interval in between.

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Well, I guess that's all for now.
I'll try to blog more and keep you guys updated.

Like fo'real !

I guess it's safe to say that I'm going to Mexico for real..

..and to the United States too!

Now, I have less than a week to fit a year of my life into 2 suitcases. 
Too much nonsense, too little luggage space.
 
My 6 pairs of heels, they are important.

I'm like, THIS close.

Things to do

renew passport --> done

hand in university application --> done

hand in scholarship application --> done

mail scanned copies of documents to both parties --> done

Money issues

return flight tickets, approx. RM 12, ooo --> covered by home uni

living expenses, approx. USD 6, 000 --> covered by mexican public education ministry

tuition fees, no idea how much --> covered by uni in mexico

I've worked hard enough and I'm THIS close to getting it.

I shall not jinx it.

Hello, true friend.

I'm a little amazed at how people categorise their friends.

We have the usual good friends, close friends, best friends (whatever happened to better friends?), even friends with benefits but the most bizzare term that I've came across lately, ironically coined from very un-bizzare words, is True Friends.

True Friends. True Friends. True friends. (try saying that 10 times)

I mean, true friends??

as opposed to..what? Un-true Friends??

How do you even come up with a term like that?

Oh wait, it was you, wasn't it?

The one that skillfully faked a friendship for the past, hmm..let me see, 4 years? 

Or was it longer?

You said it so convincingly like it is a norm to tag your friends with terms like this and I, being stupidly convinced by you, like I've always did over the years, spent the whole night re-evaluating the relationship between myself and my friends until I reached my 'eureka' moment.

You made me all upset thinking that I do not have any 'true friends' but you've also made me realised that the fact that I'm lacking 'true friends' is because I, unlike you, don't forge a friendship.

Is that why you wondered if I, your un-true friend, have any true friends? 

Because you have the best of both worlds?

For me, it's either you are a friend or you are not. 

Well, you are not. Not anymore

All this 'true' and 'un-true' friends crap reminds me of myself when I told the girl who sat beside me to not worry because I only 'kawan tipu-tipu' [used as a verb] the other girl.

Crap, I have true/un-true friends afterall.

I was 7. What's your excuse??

Really, why bother?

I'm fucking sorry if i hurt both your feelings but just so you know, I have feelings too.

Why did I even bother when, clearly, all you ever really cared about was yourselves?

So I withered

As much as I hate to admit this, a part of me wishes that I was a little less of who I am.

It hurts to see myself rejecting what's left of me.

Comfort zone

I get disconnected from the outside world. Most of the time.
OK, all the time.

I like it this way.
I ignore calls and messages.
I laugh at my own silly jokes.
I sniff my smelly monkey and I fall asleep.

I bury myself under mountains of work. I like busy. Busy keeps me sane.
Too much busy-ness drives me insane. Sometimes.
I talk to people insanely.
I talk to insane people. They un-insane me.
They make look sane. At least I think I am.
I start doing my work again. The cycle repeats.

This is me functioning. I repeat.
Repetition is boring. Boring is cool.
I think I am boring. Therefore, I'm cool. Happening.
I listen to 'I Am the Walrus'. I'm happening. Definitely.

I hide in my own comfort zone. Contented.
I always hid in my own comfort zone. Always contented.

I should change.
I will ditch the comfort zone that keeps me contented.

I took up the offer.
I am going to Mexico. I think. For a year
I will rebuild my comfort zone. A brand new one.

5 more months. I will deal with you.
Cannot screw up.
5 more months. Don't fail me.

Oh, finally!! [edited]

I've been back for almost a month and I was really too lazy to update and the reason I've been so lazy is because I probably only have 5 person reading this blog and I have another blog to update which I'm not bothered to tell since it's mainly beauty-related stuff and probably 4 out of my 5 readers have better things to do like scratching balls in the morning.

Plus, the last thing I want is to show everyone how vain I really am but just in case you want to know how vain I am, I've only started buying and wearing lipstick about a month ago and I now own 30 of them.

At first, I was planning to blog about everything that I wanted to blog about BUT then I realised that it would only mean fitting 643864 pictures into one post WHICH means that it will take a gazillion years to finish AND I don't have a gazillion years.

I have an hour.
OK maybe 2.


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Lets start with Bangkok.

I was there in March from..erm..well..it was in March.
And I remember skipping classes because I went on a Wednesday and came back on Saturday.

You have no idea how excited I was about the trip.

I would love to tell you everything but it has been a good 3 months now and my memory has been failing me.

I remember people that I talked to tho.
Some aussie dudes when I was taking a break from shopping.
This non-jap looking japanese guy named Kei(?) who shared a cab.
An irish guy, Fergus, who sat beside me during my flight back home.
They had some really interesting stories.

Anyway, before straying too far from the topic, the trip was really all about sun, shopping and food.

Since it is almost impossible to give you a detailed description about the trip, here comes picture time!!

One of the highlights of the trip was definitely the place I stayed in.
It was this hostel that I found and booked online.
For RM 100 odd per night, it was definitely one of the best-est place I've stayed in before.


This is how the room looked like and on the right is a shot of the living area..


This was taken from the top of the 'swirly' walk that leads to..


..THE POOL !!


The first picture is the walkway to the pool if you are to go up with the elevator.
The middle pic is of the round poolside bar which is what you get at the end of the 'swirly' walk.
The final pic is my attempt to take artsy pic of the stools in the bar.


This is how the bar looks on the inside and yup, those are the stools!
All this goodness and it's only a hostel!!
They even gave free shuttle!!



FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD..
I have a lot more pics of food but that will take a long time.
I love these 2 the most!!
Some fried fish dish in CatuchakMarket and Pizza from ThePizzaCompany.

Next up is some random stuff I saw.


SUPER PUSSY!!
Totally sounds like some superhero's name.


To bang Sue, please turn left.
Where do I go to bang Mary, Jane or Lucy??


This place has some really wicked stuff.
I got this really pretty dress for RM70!!


The shot of the toilet sign that i 'curi-curi' took inside SiamCentre.
Did you that you can't take pictures inside shopping malls in Bangkok??
Some weird scary looking security guard kept looking over the whole time!!


Lookey!! RED satellite dish!!


Can I have one of this at home please??


Cabs in Bangkok are so colourful!!
I especially loved the pink ones!!


Eyelash extensions were so cheap there.
I got mine done for RM35 but it was so uncomfortable and way too dramatic.
So, i scraped it off.

How can I travel and not take pictures right??


Everyone, meet Hazel and SoonChing


Us all sweaty after ChatuchakMarket.
The market is definitely a must go place. MUST!!

These pictures pretty much sum up my trip to Bangkok.
It was definitely fun but of course could be fun-er.

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The following weekend, I was working for the F1 Grand Prix in Sepang.
I was initially going to work for BMW but on the first morning itself, I found out that I was going to work for KangarooTV.

I didn't even know what the heck it was and was a little pissed but after working, I'm glad I got that instead of BMW.
It was actually a lot of fun.
Tiring but fun fun fun.



If you don't know what a kangarooTV is or haven't seen one, well, THIS is it.
It's definitely one of the coolest thing ever.
Remember to rent one of these if you are ever going to a race.


Working with us were 2 really nice helpful British guys.
This is Graham and his jolly-ness is infectious!!



This is Gerald and Gerald is a funny guy.
He was suppose to put me in one of those boxes and bring me to Barcelona.
Cassandra (3rd from right) thinks he is hot.

If they weren't here, this job would have sucked a lot more.
I bugged their lives a bit but I think they were fine with it.
Graham probably liked me bugging his life. Haha.


There were actually 10 of us.
Half of us were with KangarooTv and the other half were the BeemerGirls.


It wouldn't be right if I didn't camwhore.
Here's Cassandra and I camwhoring before work.

Across the stall that I was in was the Ferrari stall.
I've spent most of my free time looking at this guy who was working there and he must have noticed because when Cassandra went to ask him for pictures, he asked me to have a picture with him.

I hesitated a bit (I was shy ok!) but he managed to get me suckered with that grin of his and his spanish accented English.
When I agreed, out popped another guy who is his TWIN brother!!

Come on, I mean how often do I get a hot guy asking me for picture and when that happened, there were 2 of them!!
There was no reason good enough to not want to take the picture. Seriously.


TheSpanishTwins - double trouble.
I never thought I would ever say this but I actually look tiny!!
On the left is Carlos from the opposite stall and on my right is the brother whose name I didn't get.
They are actually a lot more cuter in real.

That's it bout the job.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before but it was really fun.
The pay was pretty good too!!

I've met some really interesting ppl there and some really annoying ones too.
I'm pretty flattered that after that weekend, a lot of the guys that I talked to actually stalked found me on friendster.
Scary I know but flattering too.

And oh, it was so freaking hot that I caught a cold.
The sunburn after that wasn't so much fun too.

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In between the 2 weekends, I had some visitors from Spain and somewhere else which I will blog about when I'm not too lazy next.

I really have to get going because as of now, Spain is already kicking Germany's ass by one goal which I didn't get to see because I am here blogging!!


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So, when I went down to watch footie, my dad was there.
Here's our first conversation..

me : ooooh, Klose
dad : *silence*
me : uuuh, he's hurt
dad : *silence*

then comes the replay

me : oooww, he got kicked on the balls
dad : MM HMMMM...


He sure did feel his pain.

Anyway, Spain won and they deserve to win because their captain is hot.
Seriously, do you really think I watch football for the 0h-so-beautiful game??
No, I watch for the oh-so-beautiful men.
I don't even know what 'offside' is.
Meh..

Coming up!

I know, I know.

I have abandoned this poor blog of mine for a bit too long now and it's about time for me to update since my uni break started..

..BUT..

Yes, there is always a but.
I have to sit for an external paper this coming Friday and it's no small matter.

So, until then, i will be busy doing online shopping studying real hard.

I need someone who can practice speaking Spanish with me but right now, all I have is Pimsleur from the Spanish audio lesson program and honestly, he sucks. Ok, he isn't all that bad. He's just too proper and that's not what I need.

This past semester has got to be the most interesting one so far. The last couple of months could not have been any more busier and I can finally catch up with things. The trip back to Ipoh last weekend allowed me to slow myself down.

Right now, I just have to remember to reply bout 7-8 pretty important emails and return 2 important calls where I need to cock up stories and excuses for not getting back to them earlier.

Anyway, before i get too distracted by all this online shopping site, here's a list of stuff that you would be seeing from my upcoming post(s).

-Bangkok trip
-Visitors from Spain and some other part of the world
-Working for F1 Grand Prix
-New addiction(s)
-New favourite TV show
-More random stuff

Haha.
I list them out like I'm some big time blogger.
I just need to make sure i remember what i want to blog about.
I've been getting some problems with remembering stuff lately.

Till then, cheers!

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche

One of the courses for this semester is literature and it's amazing how different it is from English lite but I am not complaining.

We've done stuff by Julio Cortázar, Gabriel García Márquez, Camilo José Cela, Laura Esquivel, Carmen Martín Gaite and Isabel Allende (love her!)

I really DO like spanish literature.

Classes have been really enjoyable but this morning, I was hoping I would fall down the stairs, break my leg and have an excuse to skip the class.

We had to do poems. In Spanish.
As if it wasn’t bad enough, Spanish poems in the 20’s.

I still remember how I cringed every time Irene my lecturer mentioned the word 'poesía' but that was when I haven’t read the poem yet.

I am now a changed person.

The poem we did today was so beautiful that it almost made me tear after I fully understood it.
In a language I didn’t understand 2 years ago and yet I could feel every bit of the sentiments the writer was trying to express.

As I slowly understood the poem, it brought back many vivid memories.

Like how Karina sang in her song,

Buscando en el baúl de los recuerdos
Cualquier tiempo pasado nos parece mejor
Volver la vista atrás es bueno a veces
Mirar hacia adelantes es vivir sin temor

How true is that?

Going back to the poem, it was written by Pablo Nerudo and the verse I read was the first verse from his book entitled ‘Veinte Poemas de Amor y Una Canción Desesperada’.

And this is how it goes;

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: -La noche está estrellada,
Y tiritan, azules, los astros, a los lejos-
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
En las noches come ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.
Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.
Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo
La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.
De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto al amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
Y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

Good for you if you understand what it means.
If you don’t, I can only say that you are missing out this much.

Reading this poem again makes me want to cry. Again.

i don't blog and i have a reason.

i've been saying that life has been mundane and there's nothing i can blog about but come on, who was i trying to kid?

i'm a 21 year old student.
i can't exactly have nothing interesting going on in my life.
i might not be the most happening person around but i have a life.

just not the one i wanted.

there are so many chances for me to have the life i planned out for myself.
and i let them pass me.

whatever i am doing now, only a fraction of it is what i truly wanted.
i don't blog, i don't need to be reminded of what i never wanted.
i'm already not a very happy person, i don't need to feel worse.

i am not going to do anything about it.

i'll just cry when i feel uselsss which is pretty much most of the time.
i'll just hope that maybe one day i'll get used to the life i dislike.
i'll just spend the rest of my life reflecting and regretting.

what else can i do?

i don't believe in myself.
i've let myself down way too many times.

i am a wimp.

Happy times..

**Sorry this post take forever to load. I was to lazy to resize the pictures.

..and I’m less depressed..

This holiday has been a pleasant one.
Things have been going my way.

Here are the happy moments in random order.

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Despite the fact that I’m an anti-social person, I actually went out a couple of times with my friends.

WoonHang managed to force me into attending the class reunion that I decided earlier that I was going to skip.
I was glad I went.
Did a lot of catching up.
=)

Here are some pictures from that night.

Myself, Kath, Alvin and PeiMing


AlvinTheExClassMonitor and I


FoongMei, Alvin and I


And here are some post-gathering camwhore pictures.


No, i didn't mess with the contrast to hide flaws on my face.
I just wanted to hide the mess on my bed.
=)

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Also, I managed to catch up with Shoe, Soon, Weai and MeiTheng.
First, it was badminton and breakfast session but MeiTheng wasn’t around because she has to work.

Then, I managed to grab dinner with Soon in Scotch.
That night, I laughed so much I nearly died.

A week or so later, I went Christmas shopping with Soon before having yucky cheesecake in SecretRecipe .
Weai joined us later for AlvinAndTheChipmunks.

Just a couple of days ago, MeiTheng has a short break from flying and was back to attend a dinner.
We, including Simone, excluding Soon, gathered in Weai’s new house which is in some DunnoWhere area.

We met Weai’s girlfriend for the first time that night.

MeiTheng has a lot of interesting stories to tell us from her 4 months with SIA.
And oh, we took happy pictures too!!


Me, Mone, MeiTheng, Shoe


Us and Weai


Us. Again.


The shower can fit all four of us and more.



It’s such a coincidence we wore the same colour, we have similar hairstyle and makeup.
We even have the exact same camera.



A white Sony T-20 which I got from Jian for my 21st birthday.

**mone and shoe, don't kecil hati for not putting up picture of us together. I look bad in them.

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Other stuff that made me all happy and smiley was the joy I get from online shopping !!
Who would have thought that online shopping would have been so much cheaper and convenient?
And the choices, OH MY GOD !!

I used to buy 350ml of TIGI shampoo and 200ml of TIGI conditioner from Shins for roughly RM 110.
They only last me for a month or so.



Now, I get 750ml of both the shampoo and conditioner for only RM 165.
They even gave me a free gift.



Stila’s lip polish which isn’t very cheap if you buy it over the counter.

The best part is they have cosmetic products and the Clinique skin care products that I am using !!

I’m not even going to start on the amount of stuff that I purchased from the internet but online shopping is so addictive.
The amount of money I spent, it’s crazy. Not proud.

And my dad upgraded my normal credit card to a pretty platinum card.

Me so happy. =)
But before you start judging me, I pay my own bills.

I admit that I’m a shopaholic.
A compulsive shopper. A very broke compulsive shopper.

And Putt told me he could get me dirt cheap RalphLauren Polo tee from TheStates and he’s willing to lug them back for me.

*BIG BIG GRIN*


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Also, I’ve finished watching all 5 seasons of QueerAsFolk.



I’m sad that there’s no more BrianKinney but at least the ending wasn’t a tragic one.

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Besides meeting up with friends, shopping spree and good looking guys, baking can be pretty happy-fying.


Before.



After.
Baked choc cheese cake that everybody adores.





Tiramisu.
Not the most successful one but it was still alright.


Frosting without choc shavings


End Product

I even managed to come up with a yummy choc cheese frosting for the DarkChocCake that GinnyTheSister baked for Chuang’s birthday.


Before.



I baked cupcakes on Christmas.
1 dozen Chocolate Peanut Butter Cupcakes.
1 dozen of plain Choc Cupcakes because those with peanut butter will be too sweet for my parents but plain cupcakes are a bit too blah right?
So I made peanut butter ice cream which is not so sweet to go with the cuppies !!



All the cheese and chocolate. And ice cream.
That explains the expanding waistline.

Oh, for those who are interested, I’ve gained 4 kgs or so since my last holiday.
I don’t know if I should be happy or sad.

I have a hate-hate relationship with my body.
I hate it when I’m skinny. I hate it when I’m not.
I think I hate it more when I’m not.

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Hmm, let me think what else.

Ah, I almost forgot.
I’ve got new hair which you’ve probably noticed from the top of the post.

This time I went back to my good ol’ trusted hairdresser, Alvin from Hairport.
Trusting him and letting him do anything he wants with my hair again.
I’m happy with what he did.

Here’s some camwhore pictures.


The hair might not be too obvious.
Hey, I'm sorry. My hand can only extend so much.

Nice camwhore pictures make me happy too !!
=)

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You know what else makes me go ‘ aww..’ ?

BABIES !!

My friend who studies with me who majors in Japanese, Chris gave birth last Sunday and I paid her a visit.


Healthy baby boy.
Altogether now.. ‘awwww…….’

We weren’t even getting along well because she was one of them who spreaded nasty rumours about me but you know what, the mommy card trumps all.

*nods*

Looking at baby pictures make me want to have a baby myself.

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The thing that got me happiest-est is probably my results.



Look ma, dean’s list !! Again !!

Strike 2!!

You see, being an anti-social nerd is really not that bad.
I rather be like this than to be out partying all weekend and getting shitty results.

I suck at juggling time.
So this is the best I can do.
I guess I can say that it’s all worth it.

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I know, I cannot get any more random than this but now that you’ve seen that, you should know that you won’t be seeing much for a while.

Yup, this marks the end of my holiday and the beginning of my fourth semesters.
Man, time does fly.

Actually, I subscribed wireless connection which allows me to online anytime I want, anywhere.
I’m just lazy la but when the mood is good, I might be updating more.

Till I’m in a good mood, taz!!

*runs off to pack bag*

10 long years..

I recently found my cousin brother, Brian in friendster.
I was surprised at how much he has grown since I last saw him.
All grown up, posing for the camera.

I dropped him a message and he replied saying he has no idea who am I.
I can’t blame him much.
It has been 10 long years since we saw each other.
But then again, the fact that your own cousin brother doesn’t know your existence is quite upsetting I must admit.

A couple of days later, he messaged me telling me that he will be visiting Ipoh with my uncle and aunt (they are Singaporeans).
So, I made arrangement with my uncle to meet up.

Brian and I clicked instantly.
We chatted, camwhored, and hugged like we’ve known each other for the longest time.
I’m glad.

He still doesn’t recall us ever meeting in the past.
To him, I’m his newly found cousin sister.

I kept asking myself how he can not remember me when he remembers the rest of my siblings.
For a moment there, I felt left out.
I mean, am I that insignificant??
=(

The feeling didn’t last long.
Although still puzzled, I was just really glad that we got to see each other.

That night, I took my old photo album out to see how much Brian has actually grown all these years.
All my questions were then answered.

Looking at the pictures, I realised that he was only 4 when he last saw me.
I don’t even remember half the people that I’ve met when I was 18.

And I forgave him immediately for not remembering me the moment I saw picture of myself.
10 years ago, I looked like..



.. this

I’m beyond glad that he doesn’t remember me.
Heck, I don’t even remember myself.

We’ve seen pictures of me from 4 to 5 years ago and we all know how much I’ve changed.
Just about a week ago or so, Nazrul told me that he was going through my old post and realised I look far from how I look a couple of years back.

Just when you thought that I cannot look any more different, here are some pictures from my visit to Singapore 10 years ago to prove you wrong.



Brian was the cutest thing ever.
He was so cute that he was actually a mini model.



Here’s one more.
*sigh*



My uncle didn’t change much.
He was pretty shocked when he saw me the other day too.
It wasn’t even 10 years ago when I last saw him.
*shrugs*



Did I hear someone asking what happened?

Lets see.
Over the past 10 years, I’ve had..

• Gastric bypass and liposuction to lose the weight.
  
• Skin whitening treatment using Hydroquinone.


• Collagen injected to my lips to plump them up


• Rhinoplasty to make my nose look longer and sharper.


• Blepharoplasty to create the double eyelid.


• Chin surgery to sharpen it.


• Facial implants to have more prominent cheekbones.


• Braces to straighten my teeth.

*chuckles*
If you think that the list is for real, you are either stupid or really stupid.

I’ve only had braces.
And I grew up, Painfully.
Also, I developed an eating disorder discovered make-up products and the joy of camwhoring.

That’s it!

If one day I would to be rich and famous, these would be my ‘before and after’ plastic surgery pictures.

Meh.

Now that I’ve posted this few pictures that I actually look less horrible from the lots, I have to bury my photo album so other people would not get to see the rest.

How queer is folk??

I have an addiction.
I am a tv show junkie.

I think you can put me in front of the tv/laptop from the moment I get up, give me a couple of bottles of water, some chocolate bars, cereals, etc etc and I can stay there till it’s time for bed again.

Wait.. that’s what I am actually doing.

I don’t watch all the shows in the world.
Oh, please spare me TheOC, TheGossipGirls, yadda yadda yadda.

I just have to watch all the seasons of the show that I like and really, I can be pretty choosy.

If I am 5 years older, I would have been real crazy over Friends and have a collection of all 10 seasons of the show. Too bad I am not.

And if I would have been 10 years older, Beverly Hills 90210.



Thank god I was too young for that when my sisters went crazy over LukePerry and that blue-eyed-blondie ( and NewKidsOnTheBlock too) but I used to join them and watch anyway although I don’t understand a shit. I must admit, the guys were pretty hot. I might be 6 or 7 then but hey, I know a hottie when I see one.

And ER came along. George Clooney and Noah Wyle. You really couldn’t have missed that.

Along the way, I’ve watched so many different shows that I’m losing count. I liked some and I tried to like some. Here are some that I didn’t hate.

BarneyAndFriends. NOT PROUD.

X-Files. I used to watch it with my dad weekly until they switched the day and time of the show.

TeenAngel. The angel was cute ok.

SweetValleyHigh, TwoOfAKind, SClub7. Hey, don’t make fun of me. I was just growing up like any other girl and I remember that they were on tv at the most obscene hours.

Gilmore Girls . Dean and Jess were hot. So was Lorelai.

OneTreeHill. Not a huge fan but I watch it everytime I remember to. The Scott brothers were alright.

And then here are few that I actually like. Appearance of a really hot looking guy might be a plus point but most importantly, the story lines are genius.

WillAndGrace.



A bit old I know but honey [insert karen’s voice], who on earth can resist ‘Just Jack’?? I’m still stuck at season 3, just taking my own sweet time to finish the rest of the seasons.

CSI LasVegas.



Made me real interested in forensic science but let’s just say, I rather be speaking Spanish to hot latinos than to be looking at dead bodies.

House M.D



Oh how I love Gregory House. He’s a jerk.

Scrubs.



No jerk, no fun. JD, PeterCox, BobKelso. Jerk jerk jerk. Three times the fun.

Grey’sAnatomy.



Who doesn’t watch Grey’s hands up please. No one. I thought so.

Heroes.



Two words. Milo Ventimiglia

And finally,

Queer as Folk.



You see, the whole reason I’m not blogging during my holidays is because I was too busy watching shows. This particular one to be specific.

According to TV.com ,

Queer as Folk is an innovative, provocative, and groundbreaking series that has
now ended after a five year run, the series chronicled the friendships, careers,
loves, trials, tribulations, and ambitions of a diverse group of gay men and
lesbians living in Pittsburgh, PA. Blending strong drama with necessary charm
and humour, it rivals any other show presented on television.

Over the
shows run it has managed to cover a wide range of issues including Aids, cancer,
drug addictions and the trials of love.

Right.
Group of gay men.
A lot of man-on-man action. A LOT.
Like I needed anymore reason to be watching this.

BUT

That wasn’t the reason. Not anymore anyway.

I started watching it out of curiosity after I finished watching the first season of L word.

I wanted to see what the big difference between lesbians and gay guys is. Not much really if you ask me. The only difference is that in L word, I get to see what I get to see when I look into the mirror naked and in QueerAsFolk, I get to see what I don’t get to see if I’m to look at a naked man which is really good male body.

Please trust me when I say that the good body isn’t the reason. At least not the main reason.

I must admit that although I’m not a homophobe, the first few episodes made me real uncomfortable even though I was watching alone. I was afraid that the neighbour could see what I was watching. So, I closed all the doors and windows.

I don’t know why. I have gay friends but I guess I’ve never seen man-on-man actions in such graphic ways before. No, I wasn’t turn on. Not a bit.

What I love most about the show, besides BrianKinney( played by GaleHarold ), is how educational the show really is. The emotions seen in the show is so real, you never thought that it can be portrayed through a TV show character. It tells the whole world how gay men are really just any other ordinary guy that we meet daily. It teaches the value of friendship by showing how they would stand by each other no matter what.

Most importantly, it shows how terrible heterosexuals can be when it comes to dealing with homosexuality. They are human too, with parents just like anyone of us.

And considering the fact that there are only 3 real homosexuals acting, I must say that they have pretty amazing acting talent.

I’m half way through season 4 and I can almost hear my sister, Ginny mocking me and calling it ‘Your favourite show’ as if I have some homo-fetish going on. It’s not my favourite but it’s close enough. For me, I personally think watching and understanding the show is a learning experience. I’ve always respected homosexuals but now, it’s a whole new level.

It might be a little hard for guys to get used to this show. So, just stick to the L word.

Girls, go out and buy your first season and I can assure you that you would be looking for season two real soon. If you are not convinced by what I’ve written above, buy anyway..


..and watch him.

Still not convincing enough?

How about..


.. this?
Whole 5 seasons of this.

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Just to share with anyone who might be interested..
Here’s one of my favourite scene from season one’s finale.



Isn’t this the most beautiful thing ever??
I could watch this for a million times.
Maybe I already did.

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Now if you would excuse me, I have date with MrKinney.