Entre Los Dos

Dragonize

2012-01-27T15:28:00.006+08:00

家庭照片: 大年初一和大年初二!

The very short school week is over. Three days down to year 1 orientation, three weeks to the start of common test week, it's crazy. January whizzed pass, and it hasn't exactly occured to me that it's 2012 already. I felt strangely dispirited and unfeeling during the festivities this year, which is ridiculously odd because Chinese New Year is one of my favourite holidays. Some things remain customary, but there seems to be an inverse relationship between traditions and wholehearted practices, if you get what I mean. Nevertheless, the two day break was a joy, evident through my over-eating at e v e r y s i n g l e meal.

I joined in the whole prep process this year — chopping, slicing, julienning, mincing and all. Stir-fried the vegetables and stewed the sea cucumbers. Chucked them into the fridge, got on my deactivated OCD self and gave the house a good cleaning. Put up the (minimal) decorations with Mum and whipped up the rest of dinner after. Packed all the goodies that were meant as gifts. We even made a promise we'd go to Chinatown next year.

Celebrations aside, I've finally decided that things have more or less been deeply brilliant and I'm finally ready to rekindle my relationship with onedietcoke! It's been two whole years since I last (properly) signed into blogger I could actually have had a baby in this time. But of course we're talking hypothetically. All that made me invincible throughout this hiatus was that I got through 'O'Levels and survived from Taecyeon's stage sex and greasiness at MULA. And also, I started cooking. I would throw virtual confetti all over your screen and have a bash for welcoming myself back into the blogosphere after a very overdue hiatus. Basically, I missed this space a whole lot. Being "alone" for a whole year has made me realise the versatility of life, in a neutral way. I've come to terms that acceptance is detrimental and the lines of comfort zones will eventually blur out. Things can only go uphill from here, and hopefully 2012 bears some good promises!

I'm also starting to get back into the habit of reading and writing as often as I can. Blogger serves as a platform to compile my thoughts nicely, however senseless and messy they can get. Fingers crossed that this habit sticks through, just as my new cooking habits have been. Speaking of which, I'm off to the kitchen to whip up dinner with 2Ms : )

Lost

2012-01-21T20:39:00.002+08:00

I can't believe it's over
I watched the whole thing fall
And I never saw the writing that was on the wall
If I'd only knew
The days were slipping past
That the good things never last
That you were crying

Summer turned to winter
And the snow it turned to rain
And the rain turned into tears upon your face
I hardly recognized the girl you are today
And god I hope it's not too late
It's not too late
'Cause you are not alone
I'm always there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When your worlds crashing down
And you can't bear the thought
I said, babe, you're not lost

Life can show no mercy
It can tear your soul apart
It can make you feel like you've gone crazy
But you're not
Things have seem to changed
There's one thing that's still the same
In my heart you have remained
And we can fly fly fly away

'Cause you are not alone
And I am there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When the worlds crashing down
And you can not bear the cross
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost

Finders Keepers

2012-01-20T17:14:00.008+08:00

The festive season is almost upon us! A time for eating, drinking and more eating. A time for money (for the kids) and new clothes and seeing your relatives and celebrations. A time to trigger your inner OCD by cleaning the house and eating nothing but leftovers for days on end. It sounds exciting already! So grab a lettuce for the local lion dancers and doll yourself up to collect those red packets because Chinese New Year comes Monday morning!

And to explain myself for the all too over-the-top enthusiasm in the above paragraph is that it's only been 20 days into the year, 2 weeks into school and I feel exhausted already. I can't remember the last time the universe tried this hard to kick me down. Again embracing a terrible biological screw-up and negative correlations between critical thinking skills and never-ending deadlines at midnight. I'd say I won't make it past June.

Photos via Instagram; gastro-porn and dainty new bedside table lamps and all. Pretty evident of the time I've been spending in the kitchen as of late, and all the nifty skills I've picked up through a concoction of Mum's ol'tricks and the Internet. Gone are the k-pop videos and beauty tutorials, my subscription list is 75% cooking channels. Also, have I mentioned I adore Gordan Ramsey?

The build-up towards this year was strangely satisfying. During that time, I managed to get out of the country twice, visited some extremely picturesque places with the people I love, and enjoyed really good food. Street food, hawker food, whatever's in your books. It is simply unfortunate we do not have the priviledge of what Penangites do, and anyone that says our local hawker scene is good enough for them, they obviously have not been to Penang.

So here we are, in 2012. The family and I spent New Year's at home. We sipped red wine, popped champagne, and had a very entertaining round of Monopoly. 2011 was gone, and I hurried with my mental thank-yous and quick reflection. Then I prayed that 2012 wouldn't disappoint, and that we would visit Tsukiji soon.

Scavenger hunt.

2011-10-13T00:25:00.000+08:00

"I’d always thought that my awkwardness was a thin veil disguising the real me. The me that was funny and could write songs that touched people. The me that would one day find some beautiful, intelligent boy who’d recognize me as his soul mate. The me who was secretly pretty and stylish if only someone would lift the veil and see. But I was beginning to suspect that underneath the awkwardness there was just more awkwardness and not much else. And that would explain why I stood in a room full of people and felt like the loneliest girl in the world."