One of the things I realized, as I sit, laze, dream in bed, is that I have more time to daydream and be myself now that I have my own room. I have no parents yelling my name or nagging me.
I have more time, more freedom, even it is just a room space.
I am becoming to used to this freedom. I want to explore my surroundings, and know the place. Have a feel for it.
Today, I ran my usual 5km route near the neighborhood and decided to check out a building nearby. Turns out, it is the neighborhood shopping mall, where once I wanted to walk home from there, but didn't know my directions. On the way back, I took a different path through a man-made park, cutting through some apartments, and then finding my path back home again.
It is things like this, the wonderment of a new environment, that makes me dream.
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I am just glad that I still have the strength to run my usual 5km without so much of a stop, except at the traffic lights. Living by myself, I always find a reason to skimp on my food, until I tire out extremely quickly. I can feel my weak muscles where once they pound the streets with strength and endurance. But then, it has only been a week plus since I last ran my 5km, so perhaps I have not deteriorate as badly as I thought I had.
Running is now part of my lifestyle, however much I dislike it. I have to prep myself up for it for a day before I am roaring to go.
I always think that if I am a naturally skinny person, I wouldn't have to exercise so much. But I'm not, so I'm running. On second thought, if I am skinny and I did not exercise, I would just be a pretty face without a fit body. I like having a fit body, and so, I think I am just resigned to exercising, however much I sigh and groan, because the outcome produces much happiness. Think endorphins. Plus, it clears my head, and trains my focus (aka, don't stop, keep running, bring the leg up, get rid of those chunky thighs yea). Told you, I have to cheer myself on to keep running.
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I just want to dance. Let me dance. Smooth and slow. Fast and tight. Quick and sexy.
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Can I dream on. Let me breathe.
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With this free space, I can finally reflect, write, and be just myself. How peculiar the silent me. I have forgotten how you were until now.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Just the beginning
Salsa. I am taking up salsa again. Because I can. Because I need to. Because I want to.
Because its love.
Thank you for remaining in me, this passion unknown.
I finally bought my pair of dancing shoes, and ballet heels. Just too pretty!
~~~
Finally bought my first bb cream as well. Skin79 VIP Gold. Plus a Za Cleasing Gel.
I feel happy. Too much excitment. Probably thats why my hunger system is messed up.
~~~
Such love. I dont want to feel it.
Just go away and leave me be.
~~~
I need to run. Run. Run like the wind.
And plenty of sleep.
Because its love.
Thank you for remaining in me, this passion unknown.
I finally bought my pair of dancing shoes, and ballet heels. Just too pretty!
~~~
Finally bought my first bb cream as well. Skin79 VIP Gold. Plus a Za Cleasing Gel.
I feel happy. Too much excitment. Probably thats why my hunger system is messed up.
~~~
Such love. I dont want to feel it.
Just go away and leave me be.
~~~
I need to run. Run. Run like the wind.
And plenty of sleep.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday Cooking
The prune cake is gone. In a day.
So I baked another one.
Prune and Apple Cake.
I modified the recipe since the first was too sweet, and there were not enough fruits. I used the same amount of prunes, added 3 chopped apples, 2 eggs, 1.5 cups flour, cinnamon, nutmeg, 1 cup yogurt, 3 tbsp oil, 1 tbsp honey, almonds, and totally forgot the baking soda.
After an hour of waiting torture, I pulled out the pan and behold, my delicious healthy cake.
Unfortunately, it was rather moist. Sniff sniff. I suppose it was because the apples and prunes contained too much water. But that's okay. After cooling, it hardened back up, or at least, I hope, coz the same happened to the first prune cake.
I realized that the prunes themselves were horrifyingly sweet. I bought them from a mart selling only baking ingredients. They repacked the prunes and so I have no clue where these prunes came from. The prunes were cheaper but I think I am going to avoid them next time.
~~~
A few hours earlier, I made kimchi fried rice for lunch.
Chopped a white onion, celery, carrots, and kimchi. Cooked with brown rice, and oooohhh, we have kimchi fried rice. Munch munch.
~~~
So it seems as if our kitchen has been busy preparing a ton of food, especially since mom has been churning out another two tubs of pineapple tarts and shepard pie for dinner, with ahem, the help of our maid. Somehow, I prefer preparing the food myself.
Mom's shepard pie was fine, but there was something noticeably missing, so I ordered my little sister to bring out the oregano, rosemary and cayenne pepper. Sprinkled them into my bowl and viola, the western version. (My mom made the chinese version.) My whole family did the same (courtesy of me as I took their bowl and sprinkled on the herbs), and it was delicious. My mom laughed and said I was putting in the witches herbs. Well, it was yummy enough. Suddenly, I was so glad I bought the cayenne pepper, coz frankly, what's our family going to do with it!? We only survive on garlic, red onions, salt and ... some chinese herbs.
Ah, the benefits of coming back from the other side of the world. Suddenly, these western herbs make sense. Sort of. Sometimes.
~~~
And then, at the end of the weekend comes the pain of added weight. Tight skirts and blouses. I frankly dont know why I do this to myself.
So I baked another one.
Prune and Apple Cake.
I modified the recipe since the first was too sweet, and there were not enough fruits. I used the same amount of prunes, added 3 chopped apples, 2 eggs, 1.5 cups flour, cinnamon, nutmeg, 1 cup yogurt, 3 tbsp oil, 1 tbsp honey, almonds, and totally forgot the baking soda.
After an hour of waiting torture, I pulled out the pan and behold, my delicious healthy cake.
Unfortunately, it was rather moist. Sniff sniff. I suppose it was because the apples and prunes contained too much water. But that's okay. After cooling, it hardened back up, or at least, I hope, coz the same happened to the first prune cake.
I realized that the prunes themselves were horrifyingly sweet. I bought them from a mart selling only baking ingredients. They repacked the prunes and so I have no clue where these prunes came from. The prunes were cheaper but I think I am going to avoid them next time.
~~~
A few hours earlier, I made kimchi fried rice for lunch.
Chopped a white onion, celery, carrots, and kimchi. Cooked with brown rice, and oooohhh, we have kimchi fried rice. Munch munch.
~~~
So it seems as if our kitchen has been busy preparing a ton of food, especially since mom has been churning out another two tubs of pineapple tarts and shepard pie for dinner, with ahem, the help of our maid. Somehow, I prefer preparing the food myself.
Mom's shepard pie was fine, but there was something noticeably missing, so I ordered my little sister to bring out the oregano, rosemary and cayenne pepper. Sprinkled them into my bowl and viola, the western version. (My mom made the chinese version.) My whole family did the same (courtesy of me as I took their bowl and sprinkled on the herbs), and it was delicious. My mom laughed and said I was putting in the witches herbs. Well, it was yummy enough. Suddenly, I was so glad I bought the cayenne pepper, coz frankly, what's our family going to do with it!? We only survive on garlic, red onions, salt and ... some chinese herbs.
Ah, the benefits of coming back from the other side of the world. Suddenly, these western herbs make sense. Sort of. Sometimes.
~~~
And then, at the end of the weekend comes the pain of added weight. Tight skirts and blouses. I frankly dont know why I do this to myself.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Cereal
Ever since Im back, I created this routine for myself.
Every weekend, I would cook something, use a facial scrub, put on a mask, and go swimming.
I failed some weekends, but mostly, I stick to the routine. It's fun.
I enjoy cooking and I missed it when I came back home. Weekends are now the only time when I can cook.
Mostly, my cooking tends to be baking/roasting. Yes, I try to stay healthy.
My speciality lies in baking cereal/museli. It's just too easy. I bring them to work everyday for snacking purposes. The kitchen is stuffed with cereal supplies - TUBS of honey, packets of rolled oats, bottles of raisins, boxes of almond/nuts, packets of sunflower seeds and pumpkin seeds. My dad always refers to the sight of mom and I baking, a factory. Because we produce large amount of quantity to last a week, that is, if my brother doesnt go near them first.
So this time, since I have no time no bake cereal, I hid my remaining cereal in another cupboard. Hopefully, there's still enough cereal to last for another week.
Every weekend, I would cook something, use a facial scrub, put on a mask, and go swimming.
I failed some weekends, but mostly, I stick to the routine. It's fun.
I enjoy cooking and I missed it when I came back home. Weekends are now the only time when I can cook.
Mostly, my cooking tends to be baking/roasting. Yes, I try to stay healthy.
My speciality lies in baking cereal/museli. It's just too easy. I bring them to work everyday for snacking purposes. The kitchen is stuffed with cereal supplies - TUBS of honey, packets of rolled oats, bottles of raisins, boxes of almond/nuts, packets of sunflower seeds and pumpkin seeds. My dad always refers to the sight of mom and I baking, a factory. Because we produce large amount of quantity to last a week, that is, if my brother doesnt go near them first.
So this time, since I have no time no bake cereal, I hid my remaining cereal in another cupboard. Hopefully, there's still enough cereal to last for another week.
Prune Cake
It's been a long time since I was away, and now I'm back.
Oh yea.
My life has been in an uproar but its all settling down nicely.
Today, I baked a prune cake, and it was glorious!
Warm and moist and sweet. Too sweet personally for my liking.
And oh, the whole family farted.
Oh yea.
My life has been in an uproar but its all settling down nicely.
Today, I baked a prune cake, and it was glorious!
Warm and moist and sweet. Too sweet personally for my liking.
And oh, the whole family farted.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Life after Eve of Nation
I have been incredibly busy for a month plus, and now the craziness has ended. There are no more dances, no more fashion shows, no events (that I want to attend), and no busing tables.
I am quite satisfied with my life. I have plans and it is coming along nicely - cooking, walking, reading, napping, surfing the net, etc.
I made Korean dumplings on sunday night, bak choy on monday, vegetable curry on tuesday, and damn, were they delicious, especially the curry. I have to say that because I started reading recipes online, I have never cooked any successful dishes. But today, I cooked curry from scratch and at first I wondered why it was not spicy, but now, it's just nice. The spice makes my nose run, my tongue burn, and my eyes watery. Perfect.
I have other cooking plans. Banana bread pudding, sweet potato tong sui, baked honey chicken, baked salmon fillet, etc.
Ah, life is wonderful now.
I am quite satisfied with my life. I have plans and it is coming along nicely - cooking, walking, reading, napping, surfing the net, etc.
I made Korean dumplings on sunday night, bak choy on monday, vegetable curry on tuesday, and damn, were they delicious, especially the curry. I have to say that because I started reading recipes online, I have never cooked any successful dishes. But today, I cooked curry from scratch and at first I wondered why it was not spicy, but now, it's just nice. The spice makes my nose run, my tongue burn, and my eyes watery. Perfect.
I have other cooking plans. Banana bread pudding, sweet potato tong sui, baked honey chicken, baked salmon fillet, etc.
Ah, life is wonderful now.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Spring break and Cultural Nights
The best part about saturday and sunday was walking to school, and back. I never realized what a beautiful neighborhood I have and how serene it is. I think from now on, whenever there's a practice going on, I will walk instead of drive because it is good exercise and it saves me from finding a parking place, hoping that OUPD does not give me a ticket.
These days, I have been very busy with cultural nights. It started with Malaysian Night. I was involved in choreographing the fashion show and participated in Dikit Barat. Then, I had to help out with Vietnamese Night's fashion show, and now, Indian dance and fashion show. If there is one big concern of mine, it is I hope the audience are all different all they will be sick of seeing the same people. And soon, it will be the Eve of Nation. I have never participated in so many different cultural nights during my student days, but now that I have graduated, it is easier for me to say yes, I can help because I am always free after five. And I am glad, because it is sort of my dream to participate in other cultural nights, especially India Night.
Whenever I was practicing the India dance, I really wish my partner was Kalyan, instead of Gathum because he is ever so humble and fun to be with, in a geekish way. But I think the feeling will pass soon because it always does, until someone "cooler" comes along.
I spend my spring break camping in Wichita Mountains. A 3 day 2 nights stay. It was a wonderful experience, except for the part where I gained three pounds. We had to cook over a campfire, set up tents (2), gather firewood, hiked, walked to the restroom, and be dirty. We took a semi-primitive campsite, P4, and we loved it so much that we decided to stay for a second night. I mean, who would want to spent half the day setting up the tent for only one day! We had korean beef, roasted vegetables, pancakes, turkey bacon, hotdogs, chili, grapes, strawberries, cookies, crackers, trail mix. No wonder I gained weight.
The night was very cold. The first night, I huddled in my sleeping bag and could feel every stone cutting my hips whenever I turned. The second night, I slept on top of my sleeping bag and did not feel any stone, but I felt the cold eating me alive with just a blanket on top. I was just happy the sun came up.
I dont know why but I'm feeling snackish again. I really need to lose weight or run more. I think the latter sounds nicer. But, I have no time, and that is not an excuse. I am going to walk to school every time we have practice from now on.
These days, I have been very busy with cultural nights. It started with Malaysian Night. I was involved in choreographing the fashion show and participated in Dikit Barat. Then, I had to help out with Vietnamese Night's fashion show, and now, Indian dance and fashion show. If there is one big concern of mine, it is I hope the audience are all different all they will be sick of seeing the same people. And soon, it will be the Eve of Nation. I have never participated in so many different cultural nights during my student days, but now that I have graduated, it is easier for me to say yes, I can help because I am always free after five. And I am glad, because it is sort of my dream to participate in other cultural nights, especially India Night.
Whenever I was practicing the India dance, I really wish my partner was Kalyan, instead of Gathum because he is ever so humble and fun to be with, in a geekish way. But I think the feeling will pass soon because it always does, until someone "cooler" comes along.
I spend my spring break camping in Wichita Mountains. A 3 day 2 nights stay. It was a wonderful experience, except for the part where I gained three pounds. We had to cook over a campfire, set up tents (2), gather firewood, hiked, walked to the restroom, and be dirty. We took a semi-primitive campsite, P4, and we loved it so much that we decided to stay for a second night. I mean, who would want to spent half the day setting up the tent for only one day! We had korean beef, roasted vegetables, pancakes, turkey bacon, hotdogs, chili, grapes, strawberries, cookies, crackers, trail mix. No wonder I gained weight.
The night was very cold. The first night, I huddled in my sleeping bag and could feel every stone cutting my hips whenever I turned. The second night, I slept on top of my sleeping bag and did not feel any stone, but I felt the cold eating me alive with just a blanket on top. I was just happy the sun came up.
I dont know why but I'm feeling snackish again. I really need to lose weight or run more. I think the latter sounds nicer. But, I have no time, and that is not an excuse. I am going to walk to school every time we have practice from now on.
Monday, February 16, 2009
V-day Weekend
Happy Belated Valentine's Day. Who knew I would be happy single, but I am! So far, at least. I spent V-day in Dallas, doing some last minute shopping with the cousin and agi. I bought a pair of Croc's shoe that fit and look nice, even with shorts! It's the best find ever, as it was kinda like the dream shoe that I wanted when I was young. Plus, I dont look good with ballet shoes because I am short and my legs are chuncky.
We left the house at about 9:30a.m. and had lunch at xiao mei xiao chi. Oh my gosh, the only reason why I love that place is because the price is so reasonable (cheap) and they have free tea, soymilk and soup. The soymilk is my favorite! I also went to Yogurtland, Mozart Bakery and H-Mart (where I noticed they had soynuts!) as usual. This time, I took some pictures, so I can show everyone how awesome Yogurtland is, but sadly, I am too lazy to upload them here.
For post V-day, my indian friend invited the cousin, pippin, agi, VJ, and me for a homemade indian meal. They made me cry. The curry in the chickpeas were too spicy. It hits you after half a minute, when you are wondering when all the food on your plate turned hot. It was rather delicious though. I also attended MSA night practice, and ate kuay towy at Orient Express. It is so delicious, I swear it is the best.
Post V-day is also the day my handbag button was almost torn away. It happened so suddenly, I was surprised. It was given to me when a senior threw it away in the thrashcan. I felt so sorry for it because it was such a waste. I asked her if I could have it and she gave it to me. The handbag lasted me for three and a half years, ever since the first day I stepped foot on U.S. It has been with me ever since. I never use another bag because I dont like changing accessories, am lazy and trendless. But it looks like the handbag's outlive its time. Even the color on the bag is fading or rubbed away from constant use.
Luckily, I have another black bag, aka the interview professional handbag. Well, looks like your turn is finally here for good.
We left the house at about 9:30a.m. and had lunch at xiao mei xiao chi. Oh my gosh, the only reason why I love that place is because the price is so reasonable (cheap) and they have free tea, soymilk and soup. The soymilk is my favorite! I also went to Yogurtland, Mozart Bakery and H-Mart (where I noticed they had soynuts!) as usual. This time, I took some pictures, so I can show everyone how awesome Yogurtland is, but sadly, I am too lazy to upload them here.
For post V-day, my indian friend invited the cousin, pippin, agi, VJ, and me for a homemade indian meal. They made me cry. The curry in the chickpeas were too spicy. It hits you after half a minute, when you are wondering when all the food on your plate turned hot. It was rather delicious though. I also attended MSA night practice, and ate kuay towy at Orient Express. It is so delicious, I swear it is the best.
Post V-day is also the day my handbag button was almost torn away. It happened so suddenly, I was surprised. It was given to me when a senior threw it away in the thrashcan. I felt so sorry for it because it was such a waste. I asked her if I could have it and she gave it to me. The handbag lasted me for three and a half years, ever since the first day I stepped foot on U.S. It has been with me ever since. I never use another bag because I dont like changing accessories, am lazy and trendless. But it looks like the handbag's outlive its time. Even the color on the bag is fading or rubbed away from constant use.
Luckily, I have another black bag, aka the interview professional handbag. Well, looks like your turn is finally here for good.
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