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Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Obligatory last post of 2013

It was the best year, and it was also the worst year.

The best because:

  • I finally found love
  • went to my first rave, which happened to be one of the biggest rave events of the year
  • managed not to bloat back up to 60kg
  • got a tattoo after much procrastination
  • created my first website draft from scratch
  • grew so much closer to my precious friends
  • went to Thailand - part 1, part 2, part 3
The worst because:

Not limited to just all that, though, for both.

I'm starting off 2014 with a new internship at an events company, who has one huge project waiting the moment I walk through the doors. The good thing is, it's quite near home, but getting home will be a pain in the ass - people who brave through the Puchong rush-hour jam will know.

2013 has been one of the most eventful years of my life - I stepped out of my box so many times, into waters I never touched before, and most of them gave me the most amazing first experiences in my life. Lesson here: you won't get mind-blowing experiences if you don't walk out into the open and step out of your comfort zone. So run along now and be the adventurer!

Hopefully, 2014 will be even more eventful (hey, I'm turning 21) - more raves, more friends, and hopefully not fucking up my internship.

Sunday, December 29, 2013

28.12.2013 - New tattoo

My first tattoo was a tramp-stamp, which means it's a design that's located at the lower back, just above the butt. It's called the tramp-stamp because it's a tattoo that's featured on quite a number of porn actresses.

Not the best photo, but one of the only few I have of the design that doesn't make me look like a slut. Another reason why it's called a tramp stamp. Some little parts of the tattoo is faded cuz the clothes I wore peeled off a bit of the skin.
I got my first tattoo when I just started university. The process of getting the tattoo wasn't really a well thought-out plan - I did do a little research about tattoo studios around KL and Selangor, and I knew where I wanted the tattoo to be, but other than that, I didn't have a clue as to what I was doing.

One fateful day, I asked one of my friends out on a double-date with our then-boyfriends to Sg Wang Plaza. We stepped into Tribal Bodyworks Studio, I picked out a tribal design from their catalogs, and there we go! The only two things I regret about the tattoo is that 1. I let my ex pay for about half of the tattoo, and 2. I didn't go back for a touch-up.

The tattoo - including the consultation - took about 2 hours to complete. Costed me (then us) around MYR350, and it has more or less become the rash decision that I'm most proud of (not that it's any major achievement). We met some nice Russian guys there, though - it's amazing how tattoos are as unifying as music.

Anyway, my initial idea for my second tattoo was to get the Avicii logo, as well as 30th November 2013 in Roman numerals in marking my first rave. I knew where I wanted it, and however I tried to rearrange the two elements, they didn't work.

So I changed my idea.

My first contact with this song was on the way home from Klang, after dropping off a friend - it was just my mum and me. It talks about a child asking the mother about certain things of the future, and all her mother told her was "que sera, sera; whatever will be, will be, the future's not ours to see".

Now, I'm the kind of person who has wayyy too much time on my hands (though, yes, I could use that time more productively) and think too much. I put myself in situations and dilemmas that don't even exist, or endlessly bomb my nerves with worries that don't even exist.

Some of them exist, though - my pending internship, my friends, my own "relationships", etc. And to be really honest, 98% of that aren't things that I can change - I can't do anything to alter how everything goes. And I've a habit of worrying that I'm gonna miss things. So yeah.

This time, I know a little better - I did a little more research, but I ended up going back to see the portfolios on Tribal Bodyworks' Facebook page. I loved Liucifer Ling's super-detailed artworks, but Bobo's portfolio caught my eye.

I sent an email to secure an appointment with her, along with my idea. The appointment was pushed back about a week, though. When I told my mum about it, her first question was "do you have plans to get more after this?" Well, I'd be lying if I said no, but I don't think I'd get any in the near future.

Someone was supposed to go with me to get the piece done, but something came up, so I drove to Sg Wang Plaza alone (Waze took me in circles, both to and fro) and got it alone. I decided on the script font (if you wanna look for different fonts, is a good site to visit) - Windsong.

Bobo re-sketched the words, and work started at 14:22. It took about 20 minutes to get it done, and now I can't stop staring at it. While I was getting mine done, Ling was working on a Norwegian client whom I almost mistaken as Avicii LOL *fantasy much*

My mum didn't respond well to the size, but I'm really happy with it. MYR180 for a constant reminder to take the back seat now and then, and stop worrying too much about everything out of my control. And thanks to Bobo for the awesome line work!

Concert/rave tattoos can wait until I figure out how to place them. Right now, I'm thinking about something along these lines for my next one. Sorry everyone, not gonna stop until I'm happy, but I'll stay within boundaries.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Quiet Christmas

Being a non-Christian, Christmas has always been just another excuse for a couple of days off from school, or whatever. But the sea of Christmas movies on TV (when I used to actively watch TV) that came on around this time of the year made me wish that maybe one day we would wake up to a giant tree, with presents all under it, and spend time together.

For a few years, we did have our own little Christmas tree, decorated with little gold and red balls, little bells, intricately woven bows that my mum made out of ribbon and wire; this little masterpiece to be the decoration for both Christmas, new year, and Chinese new year, all in one little pot on the telephone table in the living room.

Sometimes, we would have a treat for dinner as a family; sometimes, a barbecue, or some sort of celebration/countdown with friends; sometimes a trip to Singapore where all the pretty Christmas lights came up all along Orchard Road. I still remember the drives my godfather took us on - regardless of how tired he was after a long day's work - after dinner, a light swim in the moonlight, and a Wall's Paddle Pop - just to let us gawk at the pretty lights and decorations that lined the entire shopping haven in Singapore.

The house now feels empty. In those three years that my baby was here, I could at least secretly treat him to some store-bought cake, or a little bit of fruit during Christmas, and I could cuddle his furry paws, and play with his ears (which he wasn't too fond of). Now there's nothing. There's been no more late-night scratching and scuffling in the middle of the night, no more barks at strangers, no more pawing of our thighs to get little scraps of food from the kitchen.

My older sister was usually the one who initiated the presents exchange. The thing about her was that she always thought about what to get us for our birthdays and Christmas, and it would usually be a gift that isn't too expensive, but thoughtful enough to touch our hearts. This year, I consider the carton of vanilla cocoa granola she gave me after she got back from work as my Christmas present - little, but significant.

While friends were out having fun, at family parties, or with other friends of their own; I was trying to get over my own guilt of being a bad niece, braving through my discomfort at being at a hospital full of needles and beeping machines. It was a Christmas that I planned to be rebellious - perhaps spending a night drunk at a friend's place nearby, or just going out in the evening for a drink with my girls.

At least, something.

I really never thought this Christmas would be like this. I keep feeling like I'm not doing enough - I'm there, but I don't do much. I try to help, but I feel like it's all too insignificant. Every gesture I make, I feel like it tells people that I'm ignorant, but in fact I'm just uncomfortable - I've been in my physical and emotional shell for too long. I'm there, but I don't know what to say - just planted there on my feet like a mute idiot.

And then I'm here, silently waiting for someone to talk to me. And not just someone, actually. That particular person who's hot and cold at the same time; who seems to be everywhere at the same time; is a different person every other day; the kind that doesn't really sit still, but is the sweetest. Perhaps it's a sign that I should grow some balls and take some initiative sometimes.

The third Christmas I'm spending single. Not that it's a problem, but given everything that happened since April of this year, I thought that something would have happened by now. No rush for that, though. Solitude has been something I'm growing comfortable into - I get to plan my own itinerary of activities with various parties, which is a plus, especially given that I have a car of my own. Yeah, it does get cold between the sheets during certain nights, but that usually nothing a nice fleece blanket can't take care of.

Wishes of happy Christmas could be heard everywhere, and even though it's a quiet and lonely Christmas, I'm grateful that I got to spend it with family.

Sunday, December 15, 2013


Yes, this is ancient history.

At long last, I decided on getting a GazettE album to add to my collection of CDs. I did think of getting some older ones, but BEAUTIFUL DEFORMITY was just released, and ordering it via CDJapan included a complimentary poster, so why not?

Click to enlarge. The tracking record provided by Japan Post.
I made my order via credit card, and CDJapan provided me with a tracking code that connected to Japan Post, which managed all deliveries of the album worldwide from CDJapan (if that makes any sense). It took a total of 3-4 days for my package to arrive, and I'm really impressed by the amount of detail that is put into the tracking information.

The package arrived in a fairly large box, something that I didn't expect. It was carefully sealed with paper packaging tape, and the contents were wrapped with an extra layer of paper / bubble wrap.

The poster is of the album artwork itself - the multi-faced animal that is a combination of selections from Ruki, Aoi, Reita, Uruha, and Kai.

As for the tracks in the CD itself, I felt a little disappointed - NIL and Stacked Rubbish, even older albums were better. I felt that only FADELESS came close to awesome. I am stoked that I got one of their albums, though. =)

My first rave

I've noticed that good English isn't much appreciated in the blogging industry.


This was at the end of November. The rave was on 30th November.

Raves (or anything related to EDM, for that matter) was something unreachably distant in the past for me. I mean, my mum is almost adamant against clubbing, so anything merely related to that, I didn't really have to hope for, because there wasn't really hope. LOL

On a last-minute whim, I drove myself to a Rock Corner outlet (and also gave myself a chance to rake up Waze points and drive at a constant 60km/h for about an hour) and got myself a ticket to We Love Asia present Avicii, featuring Congorocks, Martin Garrix, BassJackers, and Chukess (local).

The people I went with. Photo cr.: Rovin.
The people I went with were probably the last people I would have imagined to go with to a first rave - my long-time crush (friend) since primary school, and his mates. Not being racist here, but all Indian. I always thought my first clubbing / rave / bar experience would be with my girls...

Apparently, we were really late, but I met a celebrity up close, and made new friends. And smoked a lot ever since "quitting".

Before this, Rovin did tell me I was missing out if I didn't go to a rave at least once. As it happens, he was right. I can't officially say that I'm a rave addict yet, but I can now say I'm addicted to EDM. It was like when I first discovered J-rock and visual kei - 24/7 non-stop, everywhere, all the time.

Before the rave, while waiting for the others.

I'll not go into the details, but the experience was awesome, and I was sober for most of the rave (at least, what we caught since Martin Garrix). BassJackers was awesome, Avicii blew everyone away - a serious night to remember, and the best first rave anyone could ask for.

That was the first night I went home at 4a.m., and it wasn't for assignments.

More raves? Yes, please!

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Randomness 11.12.13

Like, coming to the end of the year, everything seems to be getting more and more overwhelming - finals and projects fitted into such a small time frame, having to get my internship procedures done (which reminds me that I haven't done my resume, efficient, right?), and I'm fucking missing Thirst. David Guetta and Afrojack FML.

The fact that I won't have a month or so to lounge around wasting my life, but instead will have to be in a company where I'd probably shit my pants everyday (I'm slightly socially anxious, and I think too much about what people have to say about me), learning about the tricks of the trade, and hopefully rake up a good enough report so that there would be a possibly better future for myself.

And no, I still have not decided or found out what I wanna do in life yet.

I have, however, realized that I have a great obsession with rave parties. Rave people will understand me. And it's not because of the booze or weed - just good music, and being surrounded by party people, and for just a few hours, I don't need to feel like I'm being judged.

There are a few posts I'm supposed to write up, like a visit to visually appealing cafe earlier (about a month ago), and of Avicii, but yeah. After finals, and after my tattoo :)

Wednesday, December 4, 2013


I often find myself at the same crossroads again and again - to just stay single and wait for things to happen, or to pursue my romantic future with my own hands, or to just resign to the fact that people are always attracted enough to come close, but not close enough to close the deal.

Yes, I might be sounding desperate, but it's nerve-wracking especially when you've been through this for the past 2 years.

Everyone around me, and so many songs say to just sit back, relax, and que sera, sera. I'm doing that, basically, but it's like my love-hate relationship with Malaysian weather - I can't take it that yesterday was over 37'C outside, but the next day it's 25'C.

And no, I'm not pressuring anyone - I've learned the hard way that pressuring anyone doesn't lead to any kind of happiness (just some sort of sick illusion that things are still alright, just before you fall off the cliff when they let go).

I don't even know what this confusion is. It's like I'm back in high school - there's this guy I like, I like talking to him, I enjoy his company, his attraction is mostly his care-free attitude, but it's also the thing that's making me unsure. Today he's talking to me, the others he's out with others. I just can't wrap my head around all this.

This is just to let out my feelings. I can't keep things bottled up too much, because everything else is - suppression of the being is the worst things you can do.

And of all the people I fall so hard for, I fall for the one who called me names when I was 10, knowing full well I wasn't supposed to.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

That time of the semester again

It's that time of the semester again, where assignments are piled up like the trash after Avicii (best first rave ever, by the way), and the exams loom over us like the Grim Reaper is ready to collect our souls and drag us down to hell. The only different in the end of this semester is that a lot of us (okay, some of us) haven't even decided on which company to go to for our internship yet.

Yes, it's delightful, isn't it?

My mum has her own suggestions, I have my own judgement, but somehow I'm procrastinating. I don't know what it is - afraid of screwing up? Well, fuck that, I've been fucking everything up for my entire life, what's this little thing?

This "little thing" happens to be one of the factors that's gonna determine my future - it's gonna make or break my career.

The best part is that I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I WANNA DO. Sure, I'm studying something that seems interesting enough to me, but it doesn't really hold any interest to me just of yet. Maybe it's the stuff that we've been doing that's been unappealing to my fickle mind, but it seems that my attention span is way to short.

The ironic thing is that my mind spins like a top when I start writing a blog post (this rant post churned out in less than 10 minutes), but to write ONE SIMPLE REFLECTIVE ESSAY can take up to 5 hours. The fuck is wrong with me?

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Blurred lines

They're the most torturous.
It means you're something and nothing to the other person simultaneously.
It means you can do everything and also do nothing.

For whatever reason that I'm in this position, this seems to be the position I'm in most of the time - I'm the girl that has to be kept secret, or at least, the "relationship" has to be, if there ever was one in the first place.

Vague, suggestive updates are done because "it's not real yet", "I can't guarantee anything to you".

I really, really, really can't care less what the reason is, because it makes no difference to the situation I'm in, and how it makes me feel.

But then I'm stupid enough to put up with it, pack all of them into a temporary box, sealed with a pleasant facade. I'll try to be understanding, and be stupid enough to wait, but rest assured that I'm tormented by every second of this.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Carrie 2013

The first time I watched Carrie was many years ago, with my family. It was a movie that my parents and their generation knew well, because it was almost the horror movie of their generation. The 1976 version of Carrie starred Sissy Spacek, who had the 'perfect' facial features for her role as Carrie White herself - just plain creepy.

Taken from Wikipedia's page for the movie.
I was stoked when I realized that they were making a remake.

This time, Chloe Grace Moretz plays Carrie. If you don't recognize her, she's the alternative werewolf girl in the Johnny Depp movie Dark Shadows. Instead of the creepy-ish face that Sissy had, Chloe gives the modern-day Carrie a more vulnerable, child-like face. Did I mention that Chloe is 16? Yeah.

In a way, I was disappointed - I thought that they would make some other changes to the story, like some other remakes do: nothing much, just a little bit of plot twists here and there. Both movies basically had the same storyline. The only difference was that the modern version had a fairly attention-grabbing intro (though a little awkward, especially when you're a girl watching it with two other guys).

Although, of course, after so many years of improving technology in the movie-making industry, the special effects and make-up were much better, though most of the make-up consisted of heavy foundation and concealer.

In other words, a pretty unsurprising movie if you've seen the original feature film. Almost word for word from the original, but with better quality (I guess).

Sorry if I sent out any spoilers. =x

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Pumpkin pasta with miso cream sauce

Earlier on, I did a stupid move and gave myself a muscle-exposing cut on my right hand, which rendered it partially unusable for about a week. I can finally whip up something that isn't instant noodles now.

Made this because I needed to clear out the veggies in my veggie bin ('my' because the veggies in there are mainly only used by me) - half a 3-week-old molding pumpkin, a whole head of yellowing broccoli, Japanese mushrooms, and a dehydrated Japanese cucumber.

It turned out to be a pleasant combo of flavors and textures. There was the savory miso, the earthiness of the whole wheat pasta (the texture and flavor are different from regular pasta), as well as the warming sweetness of the pumpkin.

What I used:
  • about 3/4 cup of diced and peeled pumpkin
  • about 1/2 cup of broccoli
  • a handful of trimmed shimeji mushrooms
  • a small handful of whole wheat spirali pasta
  • 1 tbsp awase miso
  • 3-4 tbsp European cooking cream

  1. Boiled water for pasta. Cooked according to package instructions.
  2. Cooked pumpkin and mushrooms in a large pan (I freaking love the Tefal non-stick pan) with about 1 tbsp olive oil and a good seasoning with salt.
  3. When both have cooked through, turned off the heat and threw in the broccoli, then covered. I let the remaining heat gently steam the broccoli through.
  4. Premixed the miso and the cream, then coated the cooked pasta with it first, before pouring everything into the veggies.
  5. Served on a dish, sprinkled with sweet Hungarian style paprika and Italian herbs, then garnished with the sliced cucumber.
Another dish haphazardly thrown together, but turned out good enough =D

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Flat White Cafe, SS15, Subang Jaya

SS15 is pretty much known as the chillax district to me, because apart from a few campuses (and hence stationery stores) there, it's packed with both the mainstream and hipster nom and beverage places. Starbucks, CBTL, McDonald's, the various burger joints - it's a place where you can get a meal (both expensive and economical), as well as sit down to have a nice coffee with a friend, or study in the corner of a homey cafe.

Comfortable, warm, and hipster.
Flat White Cafe is one such cafe to study at - it's a homey little cafe tucked away below a snapback store. If you guys know the SS15 area, it's on the same row as Starbucks, opposite Asia Cafe. You walk up two flights of stairs to come to cafe with a very comfortable, rustic atmosphere.

Despite being rustic, the place oozes "hipster". Wooden tables with wooden chairs or metal stools, chalkboard menus, and warm light that is just bright enough to illuminate the place. A nice brick wall lines the opposite of the counter, which is also wooden. A glass door on the right of the entrance separates the smoking area and the non-smoking area.

Noms menu, apart from the desserts. Forgive the bad resolution. =(
First and foremost, the place serves coffee, in a variety of flavors, served hot or cold. Coffee connoisseurs will know what a cup of flat white is. Other than coffee (and tea, a choice between green and black), cakes and light noms are available. Noms like pancakes, pastries, and homemade brioche.

We picked the infamous salted caramel cake (out of a choice between that, red velvet, and a triple chocolate mousse) for sharing. A slice costs MYR11, which is almost double the price of a slice from Secret Recipe. The cake was divine, but all it was was delicious chocolate cake on salted caramel sauce. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't what it said it was...

The Nutella cappucino (only available hot) was the beverage that caught my eye the moment I started scanning the menu (priced at MYR13). How much more Italian can you get? Single-shot cappucino, mixed with glorious Nutella~ While the beverage was delicious, it lacked actual Nutella taste.

During our short visit there, the place remained fairly quiet - students studying for exams, some older individuals working on their MacBooks (I told you, hipster), other coffee drinkers Instagramming their coffee/pastries/cakes (WiFi password is flatwhitesubang, though my device couldn't connect).

Overall, this would be the perfect place to just chill, whether alone or with friends. Perhaps to sit around to think, because the place really is quite quiet (apart from the occasionally coffee grinder noise), and I feel that it's the ideal place to generate and reap inspiration.

Food / beverage - 7 / 10
Environment / ambiance - 9 / 10
Location - 7 / 10 (SS15's parking is a bitch)
Price - 6 / 10
Service - 8 / 10 (quite friendly, and items are brought to you)

Suffocating memories

There are memories that you smile upon when they visit
There are memories that you shun when they try to enter
Then there are the memories that haunt you every moment
So much that you feel like suffocating
You feel so much like moving on and giving your heart a break
But you just can't...
Because it's too beautiful
Too rare
Too perfect

You're that suffocating memory
That memory that I love and hate
The one that I want to keep until the end of time
But also the one that I wish I could just forget

By pure chance, I met you
And something beautiful blossomed between you and I
Rare, precious, absolute
Something to be cherished and held close to the heart

Those three days were the most amazing in my life
Just one kiss to realize that you were the one
One hug to know that I would be cold without your embrace
And one exclamation of love
To express all those feelings we had

You saw me at my best
And you also saw the worst of me
But you loved me nonetheless
Even with the distance in between

The morning you left
Was the morning my heart died
It didn't shatter
But just stopped beating

I feared that you would stop talking to me
I feared that you wouldn't write to me anymore
Half of those fears came true
Perhaps not because of what I thought
But I was wounded nonetheless
Because I thought that was the end of us

Perhaps it was my fault
Perhaps it was yours
It was just both of us being fools
You for thinking that I needed space
I for thinking that you have forsaken my heart in the snow

It isn't fair
To that wonderful girl there
To the amazing man here
But you're the one I'll always love
And I hope I have the same place in your heart
As you are in mine

I miss everything of you
Your voice
Your skin
Your smell
I miss looking into your eyes
I miss sharing kisses with you, be they virtual or real
I miss the bear of the man that I loved
The one with the European accent

Do I appear in your mind
As often as you appear in mine?
Do you picture holding me during those lonely nights
As I imagine being embraced in your chest?
Do tears fall
Though you try to hold them in
When you think about us?
Because mine flow freely when the memories flood back
Just as they did before you left

Maybe it's all just wishful thinking
That we would have a nice cabin in the Alps
You with your music
I with my writing
Perhaps a white puppy to bind everything together
It's a fantasy I still relive
Ever since you described it to me

Here's to us
Forever in love
But forever apart

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Self identity

To the world, I'm first and foremost my parents' second daughter, and sisters' sister. I am a friend to many others; a person to hate to some; and hopefully, someone's lost love. I am a niece, a cousin, a goddaughter, a student, a granddaughter, and both an older and a younger sister.

Most of the time, however, I find myself wondering at the true purpose of my existence, as well as the actual role I play in the lives of all whom I meet. Am I a reliable friend? Am I a daughter to be proud of? What am I supposed to do in order to... I dunno, change the world? When that comes into the picture, it feels that the significance of my existence just shrinks even more.

I've been talking to someone lately, and he's made me question a lot of these. Most of these have always plagued me, but in a different context. I'm usually the daughter, sister, [insert identity here] with the piercings and the tramp stamp, the perverted nut, the one who laughs at practically everything, the make-up geek, the one into fads and trends, etc.

Imagine a scenario where we (my family) are going out to have a meal with my ... let's say, dad's ex-colleague. Of course, in such a situation, introductions are due. Here's the typical introduction speech:

"Here's my oldest daughter, she studied culinary arts and is a chef. She's now working outstation. My second daughter, she's good with make-up. And my youngest, who usually does the home-cooking. Like she would improvise something for dinner with whatever in the house."

Yeah, yeah. You're thinking: "just middle-child syndrome". Actually, BINGO. Compare the number of words used to introduce each of us. Usually, how I'm introduced is "the make-up one", but now I have another label: "the vegetarian".

Now this isn't about child favoritism, and please don't get the wrong perception - what I'm talking about here is the traits that I have that allow people to introduce me or identify me to other people. To friends, I may be the perverted crazy-ass who's a cardio-freak and a real klutz.

Personally, I see myself as a person who lives in a closet, but yearns to reach out and be comfortable in the world outside. Imagine a chick exploring the world for the first time - afraid, anxious, excited, and expectant. I'm stumbling around, trying to find my own footing, and trying really hard not to break anything else. I'm a person who has yet to actually do something with her life. But for now, I still don't know what that is.

Right now, while I'm being pesked with happenings of the past, I need to focus on more important things - my education. Apart from being a girl in a family, I'm also a student, one of the many of my peers. I'm studying two things that aren't really my forte - public relations, in other words, communicating with people; event management, when I can't even decide on where to have lunch without tearing my hair out.

I guess it's a time for some self-discovery, but I can't very well just skip off on a backpacking trip (though I could consider saving up for one). This will have to wait, or just happen like with everyone else - by fumbling through this confusing place we call "society".

Monday, November 4, 2013

Loving Hut, Jalan Radin Bagus

Apart from Le Veggie closest to my home, Loving Hut is another vegan restaurant/cafe that is situated above a bank, and below a fitness center. Right next to Sen-Heng, you have to proceed one floor up to access the peaceful, homey cafe.

Upon entering, you encounter wooden floor boards, a standing water feature on your right (probably for feng shui), and an assortment of laminated wooden tables accompanied by solid acrylic chairs. Take a seat, and the somewhat surly young waiter will hand you the menu. There's a daily set (changes according to the day of the week) for MYR5.80, or you could order straight from the main menu.

The place isn't Buddhist-oriented (that we noticed), and the items on the menu were not limited to just regular Chinese dishes as we found in other restaurants. Apart from regular dishes to go with rice, there were curries, noodles, and fried rices. We ordered a meal with soup each, plus a drink and a side dish for sharing.

The drink we ordered was a rose cappucino, which is pretty much an iced cappucino (you could have it hot too) with a little rose essence, and topped with dried rose buds. While it looked pretty, it tasted only like over-sweetened coffee.

My sister ordered a tofu steak with bean sauce, served with brown rice, a salad, Chinese-style stir-fried veggies, and a Chinese-style soup. My sister isn't much of a vege food fan, but she enjoyed this one, which is pretty good. We both agreed that the salad wasn't the best, though.

The soup was some kind of root vegetable soup, with red dates and chickpeas. Not bad, but I wasn't too fond of the anonymous root vegetable cubes that accompanied the carrot cubes in the soup.

I originally ordered a green curry rice, but apparently it wasn't ready yet, so I changed my order to the basil sauce chops rice, served with the same rice platter and soup that went with my sister's set. The sauce is derived from the popular Taiwanese "three cup" chicken dish, which is made with basil, soy sauce, Chinese rice wine, and sesame oil (a cup each, hence, "three cup", and boiled down to a thick sauce).

I loved that the sauce tasted authentic, just like how "three cup" chicken is supposed to taste like. And even though I fished out a ton of chili slices from the sauce, it wasn't too spicy, and had enough sweetness to it to balance out the saltiness of the soy sauce.

Lemon chicken was one of my favorite dishes, and here's the vegetarian version, with vegetarian chicken. Need I say more? If I needed to, I'd say it tastes exactly like its non-vege counterpart, if not more delicious.

The bill came up to slightly under MYR50, which is less than our meal at Le Veggie. So, overall:

Food - 8.5 / 10
Environment / ambiance - 6.5 / 10
Location - 6.5 / 10
Price - 9 / 10
Service - 7 / 10

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Le Veggie, Jalan Radin Bagus

Whether it's just my ignorance, or there's just not as many vegetarian/vegan restaurants around, I don't know. But I have noticed a couple of such restaurants near my place, and I finally got off my butt to try one of them.

Le Veggie is a vegetarian/vegan restaurant situated on Jalan Radin Bagus, next to Tutti Frutti. What sets this restaurant apart to the other Buddhist veggie restaurants I've been to (one in SS15, the other one opposite the One Academy) is that it looks more like a cafe/boutique hotel lobby than anything.

However, once you get past that facade, you're face to face with a large-group-friendly restaurants - a row of 4-seater tables on the right, and all the others are large tables. Did I mention that the place has WiFi and is air-conditioned?

Anyways, the menu houses a fair variety of dishes, from regular veggies, to vegetarian meat (a.k.a "fake meat of self-deception" to some people), to desserts. Le Veggie has their own homemade herbal drink, that we had to accompany our meal.

We ordered three dishes to go with rice (available in white or brown) - claypot tofu with assorted mushrooms and vegetables; sweet potato leaves stir-fried with ginger and fermented bean sauce; and vegetarian mutton dry curry.

The claypot tofu was not bad, but nothing much to shout about. I do like the fact that the snow peas weren't cooked through completely. I never would have thought that I would prefer certain veggies crispy/crunchy now.

Fermented bean paste is a popular seasoning for vegetarian dishes, since using garlic would be too strong. In Chinese, it's called "fu ru", meaning fermented milk, or in this case, tofu. I guess it would be considered an acquired taste, but I love the fact that you can actually taste the paste in this dish, as opposed to just tasting the vegetables as I've tried somewhere else.

I have a bone to pick with people with opinions about vegetarian meat. This "meat" is made out of soy and/or flour to resemble the texture of meat (i.e. chicken, mutton, fish, etc), and cooked in many different ways. While mushrooms are already an excellent meat substitute because of its texture, but some individuals opt for the "fake" meat for reasons of their own.

Personally, I find "fake" meat pretty much a wonder, but in moderate amounts. Being a meat lover, I love the chewy texture of any meat, and "fake" meat gives me the texture without the meat itself. The whole point I became vegetarian is because I wanna go meatless, and here I'm getting my "fix" without having to kill a lamb. So please, if you have an opinion on "fake" meat and why vegetarians seem to be "betraying themselves" when they eat "fake" meat, just keep that thought mental.

Back to the dish itself. I like that the curry wasn't too spicy, but had a kick, and it had a good assortment of veggies in it (as opposed to a lot of other curries with just a mush of blended seasonings). Dimensions of flavor were a little lacking, though.

Overall, it was a pretty good meal. The bill came to MYR53, including a homemade red bean paste that my sister ordered. Pretty typical for vegetarian food, but reasonable enough.

Food - 8 / 10
Environment & ambiance - 7.5 / 10
Location - 9 / 10
Price - 7.5 / 10
Service - 8 / 10

Friday, October 11, 2013

Rant 11.10.2013

Everyone around me is stressed out at some point due to whatever - family, social life, university life, whichever that generates a storm around their ship. My stress is usually self-inflicted, because I unconsciously give too many fucks about what people think of my dietary habits, my interests, and how I portray myself.

My biggest stress doesn't come from solitude or lack of praises on my fashion picks, but when the time comes that I have to do certain assignments, and when exams are close.

I don't aim for 100% distinction, which is something I'm supposed to, but I'm pretty much happy that I passed any exam at all. However, I do like to try to do my best (which is also often insufficient, and I realize I'm becoming more and more self-contradicting as I continue) in most things, including assignments and exams.

First, assignments. Depending on the nature of the assignment, I can get it done in 10 minutes, to days on end. Not that I'm not a team player (more of a follower than a leader, really), but there are certain reasons to why I'm not 100% fond of group projects. The negotiations, the changes of plans, the occasional bouts of miscommunication are what fucks up my mind.

Then comes the exams. Actually for both, I procrastinate way too much than I'm supposed to. And another thing is that my attention span is getting shorter, and I'm getting more easily distracted. I'd rather study at the last minute and pull 7 all-nighters in a row than actually plan to study properly with a proper timetable.

The all-nighters, plus that fact that I'm such a masochist that I cut what originally was an 8-hour night of sleep into a mere 3-4 hours. Doing what, you may ask? 9Gagging, aimlessly scrolling through Facebook and Instagram. This adds to my general frustration.

I can't sit still.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Turning to vegetarianism

In the past, I thought vegetarianism for me would be impossible - I loved meat too much. Every meal HAD to have at least a shred of meat. And firstly, I'd like to apologize to a high school friend that I made fun of (to get along with the crowd) because she turned to vegetarianism. It was uncalled for, and mean. I'm sorry.

The catalyst to this decision to change dietary habits wasn't really about seeing the animal cruelty videos (I've seen videos of sharks being finned, and dogs being skinned alive for cooking in China), but I met a guy on Instagram who's a vegetarian, and posts the most mouth-watering food photos that you won't believe are actually vegetarian.

It started off with an experiment to see how the hell vegetarians survived in this meat-dominated world.

The effects of the new dietary habit were positive - I was more energetic compared to the past, especially on the days where I slept for 2-4 hours every night continuously. Bowel movement also increased in frequency. And I'm really testing my creativity to make veggie lunchbox combinations.

There were mixed responses about my decision - my fellow vegetarians seemed (emphasis on SEEMED) pleased that I had joined the bandwagon; friends and ex-teachers were supportive and helpful. The annoying part were the people who pointed out every "mistake" I was making - consuming garlic and onions, and not really minding that I sometimes made my meals in the same frying pan that my sister used to cook meat with previously.

"Dealing with the people was the hard part" - quote from the IG guy (shall remain unnamed until I get his permission =P). And it is, up till now. It's been about a month and a little more, but I haven't been strictly off meat - I had it a few times, when I was out with friends.

My ex-teacher, who's always been supportive, from my break-up depression stage up to my decision to ditch the Dunhill and Marlboro, told me that I didn't have to be all that strict. There are different types of vegetarians - those who just reduce their meat intake in general, to vegans who don't take anything that comes from an animal.

Making my own meals were fun and interesting at first, until I ran out of available ingredients to cook with, and I started to have to do my own grocery shopping because, well, there wasn't enough veggies in the house for me to cook with. My family still makes roast chicken or some kind of meat dish for dinner most of the time, so I'd have to take care of my own dinner whenever that happens.

The most frustrating thing is talking to some people about the whole vegetarianism thing itself. Although my reason for becoming a vegetarian isn't as noble, but there are a whole lot of reasons why people stop eating meat - be it religious, or just to be healthier.

Vegetarian meats are no stranger to vegetarians and/or vegans: made from soy and/or flour, they're made to resemble meat, in terms of looks and texture. My mum and I had a discussion over this topic. According to her, people who consume vegetarian meats (a.k.a fake meats) are people who betray themselves - they are supposed to restrict themselves to a vegetable diet, but they insist on taking something that resembles meat.

The exact quote was "Why do they wanna betray themselves? If they don't wanna eat meat, why do they eat fake meat?" That's like asking why a Muslim doesn't consume pork, or a Buddhist why he/she doesn't consume beef. Seriously?

At the end of the day, what we eat is our choice entirely. I know people who go completely clean of meat; some who will eat a dish cooked with meat in it, but just pick out the meat; some who would drink milk but not eat eggs; some who go for the Buddhist vegetarianism and opt out garlic, onions, and chili.

Personally, I can't guarantee that I'll be swearing off meat for the rest of my life entirely, but my diet will definitely be vegetarian unless I really don't have a choice. So before you start debating on the varying aspects of a person's dietary choices, see if it actually concerns you first. If not, just shut up - you're doing everyone a favor.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Cupcakes: mascarpone cheese icing

Coming in all shapes, sizes, colors, and flavors, cupcakes are becoming increasingly popular, sometimes even replacing birthday cakes. It's a no-brainer as to why they're getting more and more popular - there are more varieties of cupcakes than there are regular cakes, and the decoration part is more intricate, and well, they're more adept at attracting attention.

I have a love for tiramisu, so much that if I make it, I'll make my own from scratch, starting from the savioardi (sponge fingers), slowly to the mixture, layering, etc. I made tiramisu cupcakes, seemingly the ultimate combination of my favorite dessert, and the hottest thing out there now.

The recipe I used was Laura Vitale's recipe for tiramisu cupcakes - for the actual cupcake part. I opted for a mascarpone icing instead of the whipped cream icing she used for her recipe. Messing up is a routine for me in the kitchen, so I had to trim off the tops of the cupcakes so that the icing would sit on the cake without sliding off.

I used:
  • 250g mascarpone cheese
  • about 1/3 to 1/2 cup of whipping cream
  • 2-4 tbsp icing sugar
What I did:
  1. Mascarpone has to be "processed" before it can be used, much like cream cheese. Just gently mush it down with a balloon whisk, then beat it until its smooth and creamy.
  2. Whip the cream until soft peaks in a separate bowl, adding as much icing sugar as you like to achieve the right amount of sweetness.
  3. Add the cream to the cheese, and mix until combined. Chill before transferring into a piping bag, or just dolloping it over the cupcakes (equally sinful).

According to my Italian friend, the key to good tiramisu is good quality mascarpone, and in turn, it kinda made me insist on tiramisu with mascarpone, or cream cheese at least. You could dust the tops of the cupcakes with a little cocoa powder and/or icing sugar, or just sprinkle with some chocolate chips like I did.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Dates and crowded places

I'm not a person to date often, but I have gone on my share of dates, to various generic locations i.e. the mall, the cinema, a restaurant. I've also had the privilege of having some dates at places completely inappropriate for dates.

Wait, let me clarify. There are two types of dates, depending on the couple. First, there's the typical lovey-dovey type of date, where couples wanna be all holding-hands-and-cuddly; then there's the date where you actually do stuff that isn't cuddling and nuzzling and being completely oblivious to the entire world.

The lovey-dovey dates are usually at a restaurant, a cafe, some kinky shit going on in the cinema - somewhere relatively PRIVATE, or at least, private enough to not be jostling around with a million other people and their body odor and be somewhat segregated enough to talk to each other without shouting.

The dates where you actually DO STUFF, however, are held in places, well, where you do stuff. Running, checking out an event, strolling through the local night market - something that doesn't involve sitting down and nuzzling each other's hair (from whichever part of their body).

These two types of dates should be planned solely on HOW THE COUPLE IS FEELING ON THE DAY OF THE DATE. Either be versatile and change locations according to the mood, or emotionally tune yourself for the planned event.

Forgive me for the tone of voice, but... DON'T FUCKING GO TO A CROWDED-ASS PLACE IF YOU WANNA MAKE OUT WITH YOUR PARTNER! For one, if there's a crowd, there's a really high probability that it's also humid and/or suffocated, and people are moving around, so not everyone will appreciate you stopping in the middle of their pre-tracked path to wherever their destination.

Also, your really public display of affection is uncomfortable. Not only among peers, but everyone - no matter where you are, French kissing with a side of butt and/or boob fondling should be restricted to private places. Heck, if your kiss is gonna more than just a quick smooch, fucking get off the road.

Also, leave your "family day" plans for a nice Sunday at the park, rather than making a night market the place for your children to run around when hundreds of people are jostled together, and more than enough hot stoves and cookery equipment to cook your kid(s) alive.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Online relationships

What with the social media dominating our lives now, regardless of its shape of form, meeting strangers from different countries is inevitable. Personally, I've met people - with or without common interests - through Facebook, Instagram, as well as GunBound (years ago) and Omegle.

The place that I frequent for drinks with friends almost always has MTV on, and at that time, Catfish the TV Show was airing. For those of you who don't watch MTV or Catfish, the show is about online relationships, and the crew helps people find out the truth about their online relationships.

This particular episode involved a girl called Amanda Miller. A young man met her on Facebook, and it seemed special between them. However, she refused calls and photo-sharing. The Catfish crew came in, and found that all the photos on Amanda's profile were all also on another girl's MySpace page.

Nev from the Catfish crew requested to meet up with Amanda, and Amanda turned out to be a homosexual man with a fake account under the name Amanda Miller.

That episode creeped me out, especially when online relationships are pretty much half of my life. I met a very good friend from Peru, from the online game GunBound, and we're still in touch. I've met other GazettE fans via Facebook fan and event pages. And I've met some very special people from Omegle, and Instagram.

So far, everyone I've met has been trustworthy, and are who they claim to be. Amanda Miller's case was pretty harmless, apart from being a fake person, "Amanda" just wanted to feel that he was attractive enough. WHAT IF Amanda had other intentions - intentions that were less than innocently harmless?

It's a wake-up call. I'm thankful to have met so many people from different countries, one who has changed my life permanently, and hopefully one to walk this path with me for a while longer. Just a reminder to those who choose to meet people through the internet - be really, REALLY careful. Just to be safe: Google them.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Veggie Peri ketchup fried rice

Someone told me that consuming my veggies in the most unprocessed form (raw, or fresh) is the best way to have them. And since I went ahead to buy veggies that would probably last me for a couple of weeks (if they don't go bad before I eat them), I made some fried rice under... boh? 10 minutes?

I have a thing for adding ketchup to stuff when I cook. It's always either dashi shoyu, or ketchup. I guess watching Taro-san and CWD paid off a little. So here's some fried rice that I made for dinner. And it's pretty much vegan, I guess. I'm not sure what they put into the chili sauce that I used.

The whole point is actually to try to get the veggies to be as fresh as possible, hence I added in the green beans at the last minute, so they're practically raw; and the tomatoes I just wedged, 'cause I like my tomatoes with seeds in.


  • 1 Chinese rice bowl of lightly packed cooked rice
  • a handful of julienne carrots
  • 2 strands of green beans, chopped into 1-inch lengths
  • 3 packets/tbsp ketchup (I used the ones I got from McD LOL)
  • 1 packet/tbsp garlic Peri sauce from Nando's
  • 1 ripe tomato, cut into wedges
  • some vegetable oil spread/olive oil
  • no mushrooms this time

Except for the mise en place, I basically made this in almost no time at all.
  1. Heat oil in pan and add in carrots while the pan is still basically just warm. Stir for about 30 seconds on medium low heat before adding the cooked rice. Add more oil/vegetable oil spread if desired.
  2. Add in the sauces, and season with salt to taste. Mix until well coated.
  3. Turn the heat up to medium, then add in the green beans. Cook until the green beans become really bright green (which would only take about less than a minute, then plate.
  4. Garnish with tomato wedges, or mix them into the rice as you like.

There would probably be more vegetarian/vegan cooking posts in the near future. Becoming vegetarian is compelling me to make my own food, because there's almost nothing that's vegetarian in the house, and it's better 'cause I under-salt everything. And VEGGIES ARE GOOD FOR YOU! Taste darn good too, if you know how to match them.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Thailand: Haul

What's a vacation without a good amount of shopping? Finally got round to transferring these pics from my phone to the laptop to edit. I think I'll start with the more expensive items, moving to the most inexpensive. =D

This particular trip's shopping objective was to get the stuff that my mum wouldn't get, and get some feminine semi-casual pieces. I would say that objective was partially fulfilled. =P

Golden skull-embellished platform high-tops. From Platinum, 800 Baht.

Bondage wedges (5.5 inches, I think) with zigzag fabric on the side, and a zip back. From Platinum, 800 Baht.

Purple maxi dress with neckline embellishments. From Platinum, 450 Baht.

 Stainless steel chain link ring, and a black-coated ring. From Jatoojak, 320 Baht.

Mushroom-printed dresses. From Platinum, 180 Baht each.

Super dense flat shading brushes. From Platinum, 150 Baht each.

Terrier-printed skirt shorts. From Platinum, 150 Baht.

Printed dress. From Platinum, 150 Baht.

"I heart Thailand" and "Chang Beer" tees. From Platinum, 130 Baht each.

Rubber flats. From street market stall, 130 Baht each pair. 

Coral ribbon bow belt, leopard print belt, and plain brown belt. From Platinum, 100 Baht for 3.

 Assorted bracelets. From Platinum, 100 Baht for 4.

 Fringed printed tank. From street market stall, 100 Baht.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Paprika cream sauce pasta with Japanese mushrooms

Ken Min's blog open in a tab next to this composing tab, because of the music, and because a friend of mine is suffering somewhere, from something he can't escape...

On a lighter note, I've been cooking a little more lately, and I've been going vegetarian for the past few days. I've succeeded on most times, failed on a couple of times, but I'm not a semi-vegetarian. The good thing is, my mum is really supportive of this.

Here's a pasta dish I threw together within 15 minutes for dinner.

What I used:

  • shimeji and white mushrooms, a package each, cut into bite-sized pieces and washed
  • a small bowl of pasta shells
  • salt
  • 1-2 tsp olive oil
  • 1-2 tbsp paprika
  • 1-2 tbsp whipping cream
What I did:
  1. Boil a pot of a water, add some salt when it comes to a rolling boil, then cook pasta.
  2. Heat the oil in a skillet, and put in the mushrooms. Saute them until they sweat, then cover and let steam in their own liquids for a couple of minutes.
  3. Uncover, turn up to high heat, and add in drained pasta, along with a little of the cooking water.
  4. Mix on high heat, then turn off, adding the paprika, cream, and salt to taste.
  5. Heat on medium low heat until the sauce thickens up a little, then serve.

It's not the most healthy, nor the most calorie-efficient, but it's the vegetarian alternative to my sister's lemon chicken roast. Really trying to add in more greens into the menu. =P

Friday, August 30, 2013

Thailand - Day 3

Jatoojak Market & Platinum again

Sister and I at a quaint food stall selling sticky rice, shaved, ice, and honey lemon drinks at the market.
Jatoojak (or sometimes spelled 'Chatuchak') Market is a ginormous outdoor market packed with everything ranging from food, to clothes, to accessories, to souvenirs, to military gear. We didn't get to look through the entire market because, well, it was huge, and we didn't have a prior plan or map.

We did get some nice shaved ice, mango sticky rice, and a nice cup of honey lemon drink, though, and an iced mocca at a quaint little coffee place in the same unit as a paintball gear seller. Only my mum and sister got some souvenirs from this place.

We went back to have some pad Thai and tom yam clear soup before heading to Platinum Mall yet again, and this time we got some T-shirts and some last-day haul items. I still didn't get my belly ring and flesh plug (which are everywhere, 'cause practically everyone has stretched piercings in Bangkok) due to the potential disapproval of not only my parents, but my sister as well. LOL

The most intimidating (and messy) IT mall I've seen.
A last round of mango and durian sticky rice, with a side of fried glass noodles before returning to the hotel without much of a dinner plan. We ended up walking into the digital mall opposite the street our hotel was on, then walking around that area until we ended up at McDonald's.

Something non-Muslims have to try when in Bangkok / Thailand.
If you guys don't know, international franchises like Domino's and McDonald's in Malaysia don't serve pork, or any non-halal food, for that matter. Which is why so many friends insisted that we had to try the Samurai Pork Burger in Bangkok. And it was pretty good, though I'm not a real fan of the Japanese sauce.


Back in KL

Early was how we woke up the next day, because our flight was early, and the receptionist estimated about an hour from Don Mueang Airport from our hotel. After packing up everything else, it was off.

We were there in no time, actually, but the check-in counters scared me - the number of mainland Chinese tourists crowded around the area with loud voices, mismatched clothes, and no sense of personal space. We had Starbucks and McDonald's for our pre-flight meal, and packed a ham and chicken pie for the flight itself.

The flight was somewhat peaceful (being seated behind a hunky, hairy Caucasian), with the exception of some kids not used to the take-off and landing requirements, as well as a brat who felt the need to loudly document every process of the flight to his mother 5 rows in front of him. I also had the luxury of trying out the in-flight lavatory for the first time LOL.

I would have expected Malaysian customs to be a little troublesome, but they didn't check anything... at all. I could understand that they weren't too worried about things going out of the country, but don't you think you should be the least bit worried when people are bringing things INTO the country? *shrugs*


Overall, I can't complain. Everyone's different schedules (literally, every one of us has a different schedule) makes it pretty hard to plan anything. It's been an amazing experience, and the shopping was ... you just can't shop in KL like you do in Bangkok.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Thailand - Day 2

Floating Market & Siam Paragon

Simple omelet rice.
We hired a taxi in the morning to take us to the Floating Market, the Palace, then drop us at MBK. But before that, breakfast was an omelet with rice. It was simple, but amazingly delicious (for those staying at First House, it's right opposite the hotel, a couple mans the stall).

We did a little bit of shopping before the taxi arrived, and we had a really long drive to the location, and the poor taxi driver got stopped twice by police for not being in uniform.

When we got there, we were presented with three different "packages": one for the basic round around the Floating Market, one inclusive of stops at a temple and a coconut honey factory, and the last one inclusive of the aforementioned stops, plus elephant rides. Each package is more expensive than the other.

Sister and I at the front part of the boat taking us through the Floating Market.
We got the 2nd one (inclusive of the two stops) for the price of the 1st one (just the trip through the Floating Market). The first thing that struck me was the sidewalks connecting all the little houses that lined the waterway - if you're a Mapler who has visited the Thailand world, you'll understand why the map paths were designed in that sloping way (and made it hard as sh!t to hunt).

Every unit is almost the same - clothes, trinkets, hand-carved items, sometimes food, and occasionally a hand-carved phallus in various sizes. =P
I guess there wasn't much to shout about at the Floating Market, except for seeing how tourists boats, as well as the market boats maneuver around each other without heavy collision. The temple was a normal one, and the coconut honey factory was just a souvenir store with a stove and fireplace at the back.

Bees - both dead and alive.
Not sure how the did it, but they were boiling what I assume is the coconut water in woks with a rattan basket in it, and the entire set up was swarming with honey bees. The product is sold at a corner of the store, which is a sweet coconut nectar. No, you can't buy them back in packages, like we thought we could.

To enter the palace, you have to be wearing a skirt, and since we didn't actually know what our itinerary until we left the hotel, we just had a drive around the palace, then stopped at MBK.

MBK Center is a mall which is adjoined to the railway station, and houses Tokyu, a Japanese department store. We had some light lunch there, before doing a little window shopping, and heading to Siam Paragon, which I think is the equivalent of Pavilion in KL, except it felt more like Takashimaya Ngee An City.

Attempt at an artsy, somewhat hipster photo.
Bitter melon salad.
Squid ink pasta with crayfish.
Chicken with REAL mashed potatoes.
Dinner was Western, at Coffee Beans by Dao, not to be confused with CBTL. We shared a bitter melon salad, and my sister and I shared a squid ink pasta with crayfish in a creamy sauce, and a breaded chicken filet with cheese and mashed potatoes. All washed down with a glass of green tea milk blended.

Imagine Dragons - Radioactive

I just knew about this song literally days ago, and I'm hooked, and found a few awesome covers on Youtube, which are as good as, if not better than, the original.

The lyrics, taken from A-Z lyrics:

I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
I'm radioactive, radioactive
I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
I'm radioactive, radioactive
I'm radioactive, radioactive

All systems go, the sun hasn't died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
I'm radioactive, radioactive
I'm radioactive, radioactive

I thought I'd share a few of the awesome covers I found, and I prefer for both visual and/or sound aesthetics. But surely, anyone could just type in "Imagine Dragons Radioactive cover" in the search box. LOL

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Thailand - Day 1

I don't really count going to Singapore as 'going overseas', because honestly it's just a stretch of water away, despite still being a completely different country. Because my younger sister was having her holidays, and I'm on a semester break, my dad planned a somewhat last-minute holiday to Thailand - mostly Bangkok.

The entire trip seemed surreal, and the packing didn't start until more or less the night before departure. The people were wonderful, the food was delicious, and the shopping even better.


Don Mueang Airport and Platinum Fashion Mall

Pink cabs? Yes, please!
We flew Air Asia, because it's cheap, but you get what you pay for - the flight wasn't altogether unpleasant, but it was certainly uncomfortable especially with packed-up seats. And it should suffice to pack just one pair of shorts for a 4-day shopping vacation (which was pretty much what I did).

Home away from home, and somewhat rightly so.
Our room, decorated with pretty lights throwing patterns on a painted feature wall, and the room was fitted with adequate mirrors (good for a narcissist), and a comfy red bean bag in a corner.
It was a 2-3 hour flight, and we arrived around late morning. The first thing I noticed were the colorful taxis, especially the pink ones! A taxi took us to our hotel - First House Hotel - which is location on a small street just opposite of Platinum Fashion Mall. We settled a little, with a little misunderstanding about an extra 50 baht charged because we came from the airport.

Our first meal was some homey Thai food from a small restaurant tucked along the long row of fashion shops, other restaurants, and humble food stalls. Pad Thai (40 baht) was the first thing on my mind, and was what I ordered. I didn't regret it one little bit - I could get seafood fried rice and omelet fried rice back home any time.

Platinum Fashion Mall.
We headed to the pedestrian bridge which led directly into Platinum Mall. My mum and sister had raved about how wide the fashion choices were in Bangkok, and my jaw almost literally dropped when I walked in. (haul in separate post later on =D)

I expected something like Berjaya Times Square, but what I saw was practically a girl's shopping heaven. I was given 2000 baht to spend (quite) freely, and so off we went. It was corridor after corridor of shops, with almost literally everything from shoes, accessories, dresses, tees, shorts, themed clothing stores, you name it.

We spent about 15-30 minutes on each floor on average, before having a little something to eat at the food hall on the 6th floor. What you do is you get a food ticket that has however much Baht you deposit into the card, then you pay with the card at whichever stall you're buying food from. A savory crepe and some local desserts were our tea.

C'est Pink Pvssy. I just had to.
Our next stop was Pratunam area, after a small stop back at the hotel to enjoy some fried chicken we got opposite the hotel, and to unload our haul. I realize there's this accessories franchise in Bangkok called Pink Pvssy, not unlike one we have here, with the same black renovation theme and chunky, sparkly stuff on sale.

A quick refuel at Tom and Toms Coffee accompanied with a mug of delicious cinnamon chocolate, then we walked the roadside stalls. It's amazing how these stalls are practically EVERYWHERE, despite everyone selling almost the same thing.

You know what's everywhere in Bangkok as well? 7-Elevens, and tuk tuks. Literally, they are everywhere. And compared to 7-Elevens in Malaysia, those outlets are stocked with almost everything - from DVDs to microwave meals.

That concludes day 1 - my sister and I more or less watched True Blood until both of us fell asleep, with a nice can of Chang Beer.