Burrito Night Out

Random burrito night out at South Bank

 

Tried burritos that day at South Bank at this mexican place called Guzman Y Gomez. I've always never really had a good impression of burritos but I am glad I tried this one. Ordered their hot favourite, some beef thing, and added sour cream. It was good. Plus there was rice! Plus point for me cause I love love love rice so much. Rice is a must for me and I ll definitely choose rice over anything else. I guess it was the way I was brought up? For my family, home-cooked meals was ALWAYS rice, dishes and soup. Typical chinese style. And it means sitting down at the table together, no television and just eating together as a family. Unless it was our usual sunday eat-out dinners, dinner was hardly western food. Thats why, despite coming all the way to australia, I still end up eating chinese food most of the time!  My grandmother used to call me "fan tong" which means rice bucket cause of the amount of rice I eat. Hahahahahhaha. Chinese food is always the best. But I guess a change once in awhile is good! 

26 Sept 2013

Guess who has all her assignments piled up once again cause she refused to start on it early? 

"Without the cracks in the sidewalks and walls, the city cannot breathe."

I guess the same applies for life. We are only human cause of the mistakes we make and pain we go through. However, it is all these that makes us feel alive. The obstacles and setbacks we are put through only makes us a better stronger person at the end. 

-

21 August 2013

Was talking to my sister and she showed me what she had cooked. It suddenly hit me that over the years, without realising it, we've grown older, learnt to do things we never thought we would be able to, all of these with the company of each other. We watched each other become better people, watched each other change, watched each other go through life-changing moments, through the good and bad. Yet despite all the changes, we would always be sisters who grew up together, with the same memories that can never be taken away from us. Over the years, harsh words may have been exchanged, we might have said things to hurt each other and made mistakes, yet whatever we had and the fact that we are family wins over all the negative stuff. We may not show it or say it much, but the fact that we're family will never change and we love each other. 

Good things that happened today:

• Finally watched finished my show which had a good ending. I was actually getting really tired of it and even thought of not finishing it but now, looking back, I am glad I listened to my sister to continue watching. The good ending made everything worth it. A happy ending always is the best.
• Called back home and Yati told me that Zara had been going to my room everyday without fail to look for me. Dont worry, I ll be back soon! Wait for me!! 
• Realised that perhaps, real love actually does exist, making me all hopeful again. 
• Got sent a audio note from the best people who made me feel like the luckiest girl ever.

"I believe in everything until it is disproved.So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if its in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?" -John Lennon

20 Sept 2013

My favourite. ♡

Things to do when you are upset (or in this case, what I would do.): 

• Eat chocolates. 
• Treat yourself to some good music
• Retail therapy
• Clean your room
• Start decorating your room and hang fairylights all over
• Look at old pictures
• Exercise
• Sleep sleep sleep
• Admire your clothes/shoes/accessories
• Imagine you are a unicorn and start flying
• Go find a good book to read
• Bite someone (I think this always works.)
• Start talking to your favourite stuffed toy and cry
• Call your mom/sister
• Listen to some metallica and dance to it (if that is even possible?)
• Dont ever listen to sad depressing music
• Start planning how awesome your life is going to be in the next 10 years
• Just eat as much as you want. 
• Imagine you are Cinderella

Southbank Thursday

Headed to San Churros at South Bank again for some sweet treats. I've probably been there about three times within the span of two weeks? Its crazy.

Desserts just have a way of making you happy. Even by looking at them, it can already cheer you up. I always think its good to have desserts, especially at the end of every meal. There is always room for it, isn't there? Plus it just seems to sum the meal up. You know, like a proper ending? The finale, you may call it. There must always be a proper ending to everything, yknow. 

Ahmad who came over to find his sister who's studying here in OZ as well.

Check out his nails. 

My treat for the day to myself :) 

Ahmad and his sister. You can immediately tell that they are siblings. 

The amazing view on the way back.. The picture does not do it justice at all. This is one of the beautiful things of Australia; the sky when the sun sets. You can never get this back in Singapore. I guess I really am starting to appreciate this place more. Or perhaps instead, this place has taught me to appreciate things more? Probably both ways. 

Till the next time ~

"How fragile we are, between the few good moments." 

- Jane Hirshfield

15 Sept 2013

“You will fall in love with someone who annoys you, whose orgasm face looks and feels pathetic. Despite all of this, there’s something keeping you drawn to them, something that makes you want to protect them from the harsh world. What you fail to realize, however, is that you are the harsh world. You aren’t their noble protector — you are someone to be protected from but it takes a lot of dates, a lot of nights where you question whether or not you are actually a good person, for this to ever resonate with you. When it’s over and whatever love is left is put back in the fridge like a sad plate of leftovers, you will finally understand that you have the power to hurt someone. You can either hurt them or love them and it’s up to you to decide what kind of role you would like to take on in future relationships. What feels more comfortable — being the one who loves more or being the one who’s loved less?



You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win. And when we lose, when we realize we couldn’t get what we ultimately desired from a person, it makes us feel like a failure and erases all the memories of those who loved us in the past. It’s a permanent smudge on your love resume.


You will fall in love with someone for one night and one night only. They’ll come to you when you need them and be gone in the morning when you don’t. At first, this will make you feel empty and you’ll try to convince yourself that you could’ve loved this person for longer than a night, but you can’t. Some people are just meant to make cameo appearances, some are destined to be a pithy footnote. That’s okay though. Not every person we love has to stick around. Sometimes it’s better to leave while you’re still ahead. Sometimes it’s better to leave before you get unloved.



You will fall in love with the old couple down the street because to you they represent the impossible: a stable, long-lasting love. You’re trying to get someone to like you for more than ten minutes. A monogamous “never get sick of ya” love seems unfathomable. “What’s your secret, sir? Do you just say yes a lot?”



You will fall in love with smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PSYCHO who is legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat, certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when the weather drops.



You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.



This is where I’m supposed to tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of the twentysomething road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love.

So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 30th birthday, holding their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it. Now.”

14 Sept 2013

Today, together with C, we made a short day trip down to Gold Coast. It felt good to be away, well sort of "away" if you know what I mean. It was all wonderful, feeling like a tourist, "exploring" the place. But anyway, it was a much-needed break though short, but definitely a good recharge for the week ahead or  maybe weeks ahead. 

It also marks the day I bought my first, yes mind you, first pair of Havainas. I've always been the shopping queen, splurging on what my mom would call "unnecessary" stuffs but I choose to differ. But if there was something I had always hesitated, it would be Havainas. I always thought that Havainas was wayyyy over-rated and overpriced. Well I still do think that it is, but I finally succumbed to the pressure and I am trying to convince myself that it was money well-spent cause its somewhat of better quality though I know its not true... To me, why should I spend say $$30-$50 on a pair of rubber slippers when I could always go to cotton on to buy very similar looking ones for just $5? I was just thinking, cmon, its just rubber slippers. Maybe their design complemented your feet better? I dont know? I gotta admit I always wanted to buy a pair but I simply couldnt get over the pricetag. That amount of money for a pair of rubber slippers?? I could buy a nice pair of shoes, a bag, a nice top. 

But yes enough of regrets and complaining, I have sadly conformed to "society" and succumbed to pressure. Ashamed of myself. Hahahhahahha.

It was a train ride (1 hour?) to Gold Coast which I slept most of the time. But prior to dozing off, if you looked out of the window, the view could be pretty nice. I always enjoyed such moments. Being in a foreign land, looking out of the window from a bus/train, watching how life goes by for people in another place, different from yours or maybe just the scenery itself. I could spend hours doing that, dozing in and out in between. It was therapeutic and somewhat calming to the soul. Sometimes you could even see water vapour condensing on the glass, and feel the cold on the window panes. It was a nice feeling. 

But well, for this train ride, I slept most of the way since I was wayyy too tired due to lack of proper sleep. There were a few instances I woke up halfway and when I peered open my eyes, I saw these big green plains with a wooden house right in the middle. Sometimes, there were horses, sheeps around, just grazing on the field. 

I just thought how nice it would be to live there. With someone you love, two dogs and lots of sheep and horses you could ride on. Sit on the porch together, huddled up in thick wool jackets, sipping on hot chocolate, just enjoying the whole atmosphere. Its such simple things in life which are the best that money may not be able to buy. 

But then coming from someone who grew up in a "city" my whole life, I doubt sometimes. Would I be able to do it? Would it be too boring for me without all the internet and shopping? Or perhaps, it would be better? Better than all the hustling and bustling, instead enjoying life slowly, not missing out on these moments that are priceless. But yet, I guess few would be able to do it... But perhaps? You never know. 

"Minds change like the weather. I hope you'll remember: Today is never too late to be brand new."

Laska-making Day

Random visuals taken while my friends were over and made laska! :) 

Honestly, most of the laska I've tasted here in australia is more of curry noodles and not the authentic laska I've always wanted. Think Katong Laska! So that day we went to the chinese supermarket and had this awesome idea of going sort-of DIY. And it went well. Though I didnt do much of the cooking, I still managed to enjoy the results. Lucky me. 

07 September 2013

Taiwan Festival 2013 

Loving my new nike kicks ^ 

^ Getting ready the polaroid camera.

Hehhehe I love this picture of my friends ^ Too cute! I made them do this pose. Hhahahah. 

Trying out a more happy pose instead of the normal stand stills for my OOTD. ^ 

(Floral top from F21, denim shorts from River Island, Blue outerwear shirt from H&M.)

The three of us ^

Yay Polaroids. ^ Polaroids just makes everyone have flawless pinkish complexion. 

Till the next time folks ~

Have a good week ahead! :) 

Day 01

I came across this "30 Days of Blogging" recently where ideas/questions are given for blogposts and decided that it would be of good use to this dead blog of mine.

So the topic for Day 01 was: Your current relationship. If single, discuss how single life is. 

(*This totally sounds like an essay topic given during assignments and I am wondering why I am actually doing this instead of my criminology assignment which is due next friday.)

Relationship status: Single and ready to mingle.

There are days where I go through the "I-am-so-lonely" "Why-does-everyone-have-a-bf-except-me" phases where I start looking at all my attached friends and get all envious about it. Which is also the time where I come to this little space here of mine to rant. 

However, there are also days where I am like "No boys, no cry. No family, I will die"mood where I feel like a 101% modern day girl or Superwoman.

Well I gotta admit that alot of my people at my age or younger, are already attached and sometimes, I get a little worried. Maybe I ll be that 30 year spinster with a evil cat? But I somehow will convince myself that everyone is different and that the right one just hasn't appeared in my life. 

In the meantime, I am not gonna settle for any random Tom, Dick, Harry who I am not crazily in love with. Plus, my mindset is probably not matured enough (if you know me personally, you'll know why.)

I have been single for quite awhile now. Or maybe, a very long time. Throw me a boyfriend now, I ll probably not be able to adjust well since I am way too used to the "carefree" single life. I don't need to answer to anyone, report every hour (which is crazy?!?), and constantly be on my phone to keep in touch. (Btw, I've developed a very bad habbit of not replying people these days.) I had never been much of the sticky needy girlfriend with all the honey words (Calling each other "baby" in front of others, I can NEVER do that. I can't even get that word out of my mouth.)

Well, but I definitely am very envious of those who are happily attached, always having someone they can count on, go on dates with, etc. But I've met far too many scoundrels/idiots/douchebags (Sorry, dont mind the coarse language) and seen how horrible guys can be. Blame it on past experiences. 

I've learnt to be extremely careful with my feelings and not jump into any relationships. I find it much harder these days to even start talking to someone new or open up till I feel comfortable. Or best of all, I have already "friend-zoned" the person right from the beginning, which according to my friends is what I am best at doing. Hahhahaha oops. 

If you ask me how I feel about single life? Well, I dont know much about the non-single life so I can't comment much. But for now, I am just gonna work on myself first to be a better person and, uhm, my studies??? And of course, my family which is the most important to me and the best thing that ever happened to me. 

(Taken from: Tumblr / Australian War Memorial, Sydney 1940.) 

"And in the end, we were all just humans... drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness." - F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Lesson to learn.

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.

Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.

To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

*Repost from tumblr. 

The animals do teach us horrible humans things too. 

Random

Just me acting weird in school while doing my assignment. 

BTW, all the bubble tea here sucks. Can never beat singapore's Gongcha or KOI. :(