GPA Sem 1

If you're happy and you know it clap your hands

*clap clap*

Extremly proud of my results because the last time round in TP I couldnt even dream of getting 2.0! Now it's 2.80! 

With a little hard work, I think I'll be able to go for 3.0 or 3.5! :D 

Ten-Minute Beauty

Ten Minute Beauty by calizamir 

2012 Wardrobe Essentials

2012 Back to School by calizamir featuring printed shirts

Angsty Much Monday's

I guess this is the high and low everyone talks about. This is my low. When I sit alone in my room and think of every mean thing about everyone. I make myself out to be someone I'm not and everything evil in me just comes pouring out.

I think it because I'm trying to make myself into something that I'm not. But it's been happening for so long that I have no idea who I really am or what I'm going to be. I'm no longer a lost teenager. Wasn't all this shit supposed to be behind me already?

Nuts in the heart.

Planning to attempt to the purple one! 

I will need:

- 25 cm pieces of colorful rope ( fake leather or satiny like material)
- Many many many gold screw nuts
- Bracelet Closure 

I'll go wherever you will go.

Run away with my heart

Run away with my hope

Run away with my love

I know now, just quite how
My life and love might still go on
In your heart, in your mind
I'll stay with you for all of time

If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way, way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go

xx

17 September 2012, Dinner with W. xx

Simple Plan

Dear boys of Simple Plan,

You were my first loves.

The very first CD I bought - the hours I spent imagining of all the things that would happen when I became a famous song writer (don't judge) and you (specifically Pierre Bouvier) would need me to write a song for you. I'd say no and you'd pester me and against all odds, we'd fall in love. I won't bore you with the details but I thought I'd just thank you. Your songs got me through so many moments. So many awkward situations where I thought I was the only dumbass that shit happened to. How I love you. 

 It was you and me against the world in my head - and boy, were we ever awesome. 

That first album, No pad, No helmets...Just Balls was were I feel in love. And like every other teenage romance, it started of a little slow. I liked you. You were nice and cool, you made me smile and most importantly, you made me feel like the future was something to be welcomed - i couldn't wait to find a boy that would sing me all your songs and not be able to put me in the past. Of course, all the boys in my head had Pierre's face on them but that's how life goes. 

Then it started. 

I became you. Or to make it sound less creepy - I finally became the song. Okay, that didnt sound right either. I felt what you were singing about and I understood and there was heartbreak and joy but most importantly, you were a constant. All that heartbreak in one song but at the next song, you were still there singing about how you'd do anything for me. Which boy would do that?! 

You were my breath. You were the little tingles in my soul. 

Then it changed. 

Maybe it was you, or maybe it was me but we changed. Your newer songs - they didnt click. They were good but we never had that magical moment were we both there and everything else didnt matter. We fell apart. I moved on. 

 I'll always have that special tingle when I hear songs from your first album and now I realise, that that's just enough for me. You've gone a whole new direction and so have I but we'll always share the tingles. 

xx

If I could ever meet her, I'd hope my grandmother appears. I'd ask her why she never loved me like she loved the rest. 

Shopping List

- St Ives Apricot Scrub
- Essences Make up base
- Essences Eye Primer
- St Ives Mud Pack

So Cognitive tmr, huh?

Let's just have a Who's The Boss marathon kay?

My family's like a cut and paste family. We slash at each other, we crumple each other up but we stick on together for appearance sake. I know that this is one of the challenges that I'm supposed to face head on but how can I when everything and everyone around me reminds me of what I don't have? Jalan Raya on the first day, grandparents who love me, aunts and uncles who cherish me and cousins who hold steady no matter what.

Cut & Paste Family.

I think my family hates one another. Maybe hate is too big of a word, maybe dislike? Or maybe uninterested? Either way, nobody cares in this family.

Baked Wedges

Things have been pretty rocky at home so comfort foods are becoming a really *comfort* to me now. (hahah, geddit? comfort foods a comfort? not funny huh?) Anyway, I've been turning to this really easy recipe to make home-baked potato wedges. The basic technique is simple and after you find your way around the kitchen, you'll be able to experiment further. So on three separate days, I tried three separate combinations for the potato and so here they are:

Day Three: Sweet Cajun Baked Wedges

3 medium sized russet potatoes, cut into similar sized wedges

(A) This is the part where you can experiment with but always put 2 tbsps of oil
 2 tablespoons of veg oil

1 teaspoon of cajun spices

1 teaspoon of honey mustard

1/2 teaspoon of salt

1/2 teaspoon of sugar

2 garlic cloves, grated 

Preheat oven to 180

Place a baking tray cover with foil into oven to heat up

Mix all ingredients in A

Microwave potato wedges for 10 mins

Once microwaved, mix the wedges with the mixture in A. 

Cover potatoes with a plate and marinate for 5 mins

Take tray out of the oven and place potatoes on them on one layer.  

Bake for 15 mins, flip them and them another 15.

Day Two: Spicy Cayenne Cajun Wedges



(A)
 2 tablespoons of veg oil
1 teaspoon of cayenne powder
1 teaspoon of cajun spices
A dash or 3 of sugar
1/2 teaspoon of salt

Day One: Really Spicy Asian Wedges

(A)
 2 tablespoons of veg oil
1 teaspoon of chili powder
1 teaspoon of curry powder
A dash or 3 of cumin powder
1/2 teaspoon of salt


 So! 3 beautiful effortless types of Baked Wedges for three humdrum days! I've got to say, day one was really really spicy and hot and mouth on fire, not much flavor there though! Day two was a little bit better but day three was the best! The grated garlic made a huge huge huge difference and when I try this again, I'm thinking garlic, cajun spices and curry powder! Yummy! 

Spicy Orange Wings

1 cup orange jam or marmalade, (strain if contains an excess of orange rind pieces)

1/3 cup rice vinegar

1/4 cup hoisin sauce

1 tablespoon soy sauce

Honey-Brined Southern Fried Chicken Breasts - Lower Fat Fried Chicken Breast Recipe (foodwishes.com)

Ingredients:
2 boneless-skinless chicken breasts
3 cups cold water
1/4 cup kosher salt
1/4 cup honey
1/4 cup buttermilk
1 cup flour1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon garlic salt
1/2 teaspoon onion salt
1 teaspoon black pepper
lots of cayenne
vegetable oil for frying

Why did the ghost cross the road?

What kind of person am I?

I feel like I'm covered so deeply with so many messages of who or what I'm supposed to be that I can't tell who I am.
If I was raised differently, would I be the villain?
Or would I be the calm, confident person that I'm not? 

Who am I?

Who will I be?

Was everything real?

Ramadan

Gonna take this month to reflect on how judgmental and bitch I've been acting lately. #rechargingbatteries

Reflection Journals.

I wanted to write a crock & bull story about how the media forced me to buy so many useless stuff but as I did, this story took shape. I guess, no matter how we try to hide it, the truth comes calling eventually.


Question: 2) Share an experience where you had been very much influenced by a media message. What was the result? What would you do differently after today’s lesson?




"You need to buy this now and your life will be
complete" or "Smell like Beyonce and you will be forever
popular and rich and happy". On a daily basis this is
what the media tell the average teenage girl. I myself
am no exception. Everywhere we look, the media is subtly
controlling the way we dress, the way we look, talk,
walk and even sleep. Media controls everything, yet at
the same time, we are the media. We convey their
messages like brainless droids, bowing down to the
Media's command.

Today's RJ will be about a vicious cycle that has no
end. This is what the media has made me. For me, the
media has one message, you are not good enough. On TV or
in the magazines, I was never like those girls.Every
other girl was, why wasn't I? I felt like an outcast.

I felt the full power of this message when I turned 16
and I was deemed not pretty enough or thin enough by
what seemed like everyone. When I was 16, I withdrew
into myself. I was loud and obnoxious. Yes, I know that
people who withdraw into their selves aren't loud but
for me I felt like I put myself into a small safe box,
one that nobody could reach.The surface me was replaced
by a brass, rude, loud, obnoxious, know-it-all. What
people said to me didn't matter. Nothing did. You dint
like my voice? Your bad. You think I'm annoying? What do
I care?

This went on for so many years and I realize that the
worst part of this was, that I never learnt to listen.
For so many years, I screened everything out that not
listening to the bad was the way I learnt to move on.
Because of this, I've had to learn lessons the harder
way. Only now, at the peak of turning 21 and am finally
learning that not everybody cares how I look and sound
and some people genuinely want the best for me.

I guess what I'd do after today's lesson is to learn to
take the media a little less seriously, after all, isn't
the media just a fantasy world? Thank you!

Le sigh

Sliding downhill. Goodness never lasts in me.

Republic Sem One

god, that was a long one. 

ten weeks since the start of RP. 

ten weeks.