Saturday, 8 September 2012

Strike a pose

Yes I am very well aware of the fact that I have been off the grid (in the blogging sense) lately. 

Please forgive me as I have my finals in 3 days.

Wish me luck!

Right now I'm dying of boredom from all the studying that it's making me wanna do this.




Tyra's actually getting quite creepy after awhile.

DO NOT LOOK INTO HER EYES.

Anyway,

this is just a pretty random post but I've been a HUGE fan of America's Next Top Model (ANTM) ever since I was a little girl.

I have nothing to say to you if you've never heard of the show before.

I've never missed a single season. EVER.

I have watched all 18 (19th cycle is currently being aired) cycles and I have enjoyed all of them because of these fabulous people.


Tyra Banks



Nigel Barker



Jay Manuel



Twiggy



Kill me if you must but I've never been a big fan of Miss J Alexander (RUNWAY DIVA COACH EXTRAODINAIRE).

He or she or whatever scares me a little.

BUT I DO LOVE TWIGGY.

She's just like an adorable British grandmother that would pour me a cup of tea and serve me biscuits when I visit.

She's too cute.

Anyway, the 19th cycle of ANTM College Edition is currently being aired.





A LOT has changed.

Personally, I don't like it at all.

I understand that they're trying to spice things up but it ain't working for me.

First and foremost, THE MOST IMPORTANT THING OF ALL.

THE OLD PANEL OF JUDGES ARE GONE.

THAT INCLUDES NIGEL BARKER, JAY MANUEL, MISS J AND EVERYONE HAS CHANGED.

Except for Tyra of course.

I WATCH THE SHOW BECAUSE OF THEM.

Secondly, I hate the new system.

The part where they go by points.

Every girl is scored based on the challenge of the week, the photoshoot and fan votes.

I'm just not used to it all and I'm not a fan.

I really loved the old ANTM and to me, it didn't need change at all,

because the old team was THAT AWESOME.

You guys are sincerely missed.

SMIZE EVERYONE. DON'T FORGET TO MODEL FROM H2T.





Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Indecisiveness and uncertainty

Just the other day I was watching a movie called The Five-Year Engagement.



It was great! 

You can't ever go wrong with Jason Segal and Emily Blunt.

Anyway one of the lines from the movie that still haunts me is:
 
"The worst choice you can make, is no choice at all".

 This line really struck a chord in me because of some choices I recently had to make.

I am the worst decision-maker in the world.

Indecisiveness and I are very much well-acquainted.

Perhaps TOO well.

Only recently did I learn to make crucial decisions of my own (mostly because I was forced to).

Choices are never easy. Why?

Because I'm a thinker and a realist.

I know that whatever choices I make will affect everything and everyone in my life.

I know that I have to live with the choices that I make.

I know that choices are never right or wrong, but merely choices.

If there are no right or wrong choices, why are they so hard to make?

Because only ONE choice can be made. 

For so long I was in a rut, drifting by each day with forced enthusiasm and petty conversations.

Feeling burdened by so many choices that must be made, I often seek isolation as an easy way to avoid confrontation.

Other times, impulsive shopping with girlfriends seems to be a better option.

Whatever it is, THE choice has already been made.

Sometimes all I feel is regret, but I know that it is for the greater good.

Maybe some day I would change my mind.

After all, there is always room for changes in life.

You just gotta keep an open mind.
 



Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Control thyself

Mark my words people.


Self-control is NOT my strong suit.

Everyday we fight against so many temptations.

Whether it is fighting against unhealthy sugar-coated cravings or trying to walk away from ginormous sales,

we will ALWAYS be surrounded by temptations.

The question is 

to succumb to temptations or to simply walk away from them?


My pathetic poker face every time I battle with temptations in my mind.



Have you ever spotted a girl who runs like a headless chicken into a shop and grabs whatever clothes she likes (provided that the clothes are of reasonable price) while giggling like a fool at how much she managed to save from the discounts?

Well that girl would be me.




Discounts are a scam! A black hole I say! Shield your eyes from them before it's too late! While business men are busy scheming with all the discounts and promotions, fools like us are mindlessly spending everything we have.

All for what? Because we save money on discounts?

THAT'S WRONG ON SO MANY LEVELS. WE ARE FOOLED INTO THINKING THAT WE SAVE MONEY WHEN IN FACT WE SPEND MUCH MORE THAN WE SHOULD BECAUSE WE'RE DELUDED BY THE SALES.


HAHAHAHA saliva strand.



Sorry I'm going cray cray.

On a serious note, temptations can be detrimental.

A crucial decision on whether to succumb or not to succumb to temptations must be made.

Why?

Because the outcome of a situation can weigh heavily on this decision.

In extremely serious situations, giving into temptations can wreck lives and create unnecessary havoc (alright maybe it's slightly exaggerated).

However, temptations can be thought of in a positive way as well.

For example, succumbing to temptation and treating yourself with an icy, creamy scoop of Baskin Robbins when everything feels like s***. (yes, censorship is necessary on my blog because one must be considerate of the adult viewers).

Alright maybe I'm speaking gibberish right now.

This post came about because I know I'm lousy with self-control.

Don't bother saying, " CONTROL YOURSELF WOMAN!!" to me 

because y'all know it ain't gonna work honey.

*snaps fingers and struts off like a diva*



Sunday, 12 August 2012

A little piece of me

HELLO EVERYBODY!

IT'S BEEN AWHILE.

WELCOME BACK TO MY LAIR.





Sorry I just had to use that picture to keep all of you interested (or induce feelings of disgust) so that this won't be another boring post on why I haven't blogged in awhile.

Ok maybe I do have to explain myself but this won't solely be about excuses.

There's more to that trust me.

I admit that I've been feeling very reluctant to blog and there's a reason for that.

Well a couple of reasons (bare with me it'll be over real quick).

It started off as me being busy with 

1. Assignments and tests.





2. Friends.















3. Dance and drama performances














Excluding petty reasons such as laziness, that pretty much sums up what I've been up to lately. 

My blog is a special place where I can express and document my (decent) thoughts while showing everyone who I am as a person through the words that I say.

When people seem have a better understanding of who I am as a person through my blog, I know that I'm heading into the right direction with my entries.

Recently, I have been going through some changes of my own.

I won't go into specifics but I have been experiencing an internal battle with myself.

It is a journey in which I have to take on my own and I have to say that this has been one of the toughest journeys I have ever dealt with.

Change is unavoidable. This battle is inevitable.

But I am determined to emerge from this battle with my head held high and without any regrets.

Because every decision that I have made now, I make them without any regrets.

I'm terrified of change. I have always been.

But now I am thankful for that change and I'm even looking forward to more changes in life,

because through these changes we grow,

and through growth, we learn.

Nothing has been resolved, but it soon will be,

and I trust my instincts.

In case all of you reading this are starting to worry about me, don't be.

Because I am glad for this journey.

Am I alright you may ask?

I have not been truly alright in the longest time, but I will get by.

Being away from my family and friends at home has made matters worse, but by dealing with this on my own, I learn more.

I want to give a special shout-out to EVERYONE out there who has helped me in any way (consciously or subconsciously).

I appreciate all your kind words and actions.

All of you are amazing and I would probably be mentally deranged if it weren't for your help.

Another even more special shout-out to Natalie.

You have been my main source of comfort and support.

Without you I would be in the back of a van, bounded tightly in a straitjacket and on my way to the nearest asylum.

You have been there from the very beginning of this journey and you know me through and through.

You are and will always be my best friend :)

Alright this is the end of a long, dreary post I promise.

To lighten up the atmosphere, here's one of my bimbo moments.





Monday, 25 June 2012

Excuses

I have been M.I.A. recently.


I'm sorry.


I have been experiencing lazy-blogger's syndrome.


The rampant spread of this virus throughout my body is inevitable.


I'M ONE OF 'EM LAZY BLOGGERS.








Trying to shrug off the laziness and that's exactly why I decided to post today!


Glorious day it is.


So to fill you guys up on things, I have been busy choreographing a dance and working on a play by the drama club for the IMU Festival of the Arts.


I can't lie that I'm feeling rather exhilarated about it.


I thrive on the exuberance of the audience and the adrenaline rush during a performance.


Besides that, I climbed a hill!


Broga hill to be exact.


We departed at 4am so that we'd be able to catch the sunrise.


The climb was rewarding, albeit being a tremendous challenge due to steep hills and ginormous boulders in which one was required to hoist himself/herself up with a rope or one's upper body strength.

















After witnessing how terribly desperate everyone is to get a piece of me, I hope you do spare me the slightest bit of sympathy for not blogging much.


By the way if I wasn't clear enough, I was being sarcastic.


Some people don't get it when I'm being sarcastic (something I find deeply troubling).







Sunday, 17 June 2012

A mixture of random stuff

A few things I'd like to address in this post, since it is rare that I get such an epiphany about what to write.


Firstly, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!


It's unfortunate that I can't be with my daddy during Father's Day or else I'd be able to personally wish him face to face,


but yes to my amazing daddy, YOU ARE THE BEST!







I miss you and thanks for dealing with me.


There's no one I know who is as patient, gentle or generous as my daddy :)


Secondly, my kitchen adventures.


I haven't been posting the pictures because they don't exactly look very appetising.


Don't get me wrong, they tasted good though.




 French toast (one of them with ham and cheese).





Spaghetti with mini sausages (the way Sheldon Cooper likes it)





Those were last week's meals.


Thirdly, back to the topic of people staring.


I know I subconsciously stare at people, but I know when to STOP.
(http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-swear-its-not-just-me.html)


Some people just don't get the 'subtle' hints I give.


Their blank, inane stares irritate me to the bones.


Just this morning I was attending mass and this lady next to me just 


STARED


and 


STARED


and 


STARED


and 


STARED.








I turned towards her to confirm my suspicions and there she was, CAUGHT RED-HANDED STARING.


What do you do when you get caught?


Continue staring? OF COURSE!


Despite trying to appear aloof in the beginning, I ended up shifting in my seat with great annoyance and shooting dirty looks at her (this was my last resort seeing as she didn't plan on stopping).


I know I'm in a church, but I was annoyed.


Don't annoy me.


Now that I've written everything that I wanted to, this doesn't seem like much of an epiphany anymore.


Bummer.



Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Amidst the glare of daylight

DEAR SUN,


YOU HAVE DONE DESPICABLE THINGS TO ME.


I hate the sun.


As they say, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned".




Oh yeah. The epitome of the phrase.





Yes sun, you have mocked me and ridiculed me with your ultraviolet rays.


My only defense is,


MY UMBRELLA.








For all of you who know me, I wouldn't walk an inch in the glaring sunlight without succumbing to the shade of my umbrella.


Sunblock is used when holding an umbrella isn't very possible.


E.g. Riding a bike, running along the coast of a beach, jogging in a park, etc.


I've always loathed the sun.


Strong word I know, but what other words would you prefer?


Despise? Detest? Feelings of repugnance?


The weather these days have been cruel.


Staying indoors and basking in an artificially-induced (albeit cool) environment has slowly morphed into one of my favourite pastimes.


Heck it has always been a favourite pastime.


As the weather worsens, so does my petulance.


Now I'm off to contribute to global warming again.


Hello sweet air-conditioner!


A silent lifesaver indeed.





Friday, 8 June 2012

In it to win it

PEW PEW PEW!


Yes the aftermath of a game of laser tag.


I beg your pardon, two games of laser tag.


What is laser tag?


Strap on a stinky, musty, heavy, filthy (and unfortunately sometimes damp - a good breeding ground for germs) vest and carry a fancy-looking gun,


 and you're in the game.








My first attempt was BAD.


It was horribly terrible at so many pitiful levels.


At the end of the first game which lasted around 10 to 15 minutes, I was left with 480 points.


DON'T LAUGH.


For all laser tag noobs/dummies out there, it's really really bad.


One does not simply achieve points below 1000 in laser tag.








Even 1000 is a measly figure.




How I imagined myself to be in laser tag.







What I actually looked like in laser tag.





Fortunately, I improved  the second time around!

I decided to run more and shoot more.

I even sacrificed my dignity by running around like a headless chicken.

I GOT 2300 POINTS!!






Thighs were slightly sore after the game though due to crab-like movements when I was running from one place to another to seek refuge.

If you can't imagine it, just run and squat simultaneously.







Monday, 4 June 2012

What matters in life

Retail therapy. Always the solution to most problems in life.











We bought so much. 


TOO MUCH (not complaining).


My mum and my sister, Serene came over for a visit.


A prosaic and mundane weekend is non-existent with the presence of my family.




That's Serene. Yes we don't look alike. No I'm older. Yes I'm certain we're sisters. Just answering the usual questions imposed on us.






The girls of the family. 






Only when you're away from home do you actually realise how much your family means to you.


The relationship forged between family members is unbreakable.


They're the people who irritate you the most at times, but they're also the ones that you long for during times of distress.


When you're left completely bereft, in hopes of some support and comfort, they're the ones I turn to.


They've never failed me, and in return I hope I never do the same to them.


A wonderful weekend well spent.


A big thank you to my mummy and Serene for the splendid weekend!


Thank you my dear brother, Derek for coming with us for lunch (and providing the entertainment needed involving ice cream and a cone).


The only person missing is my daddy, but he would've been bored to death with our incessant shopping.





Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Burning fury

So there I was, walking over to the ironing board with jaunty steps.


Oh how I wish I had a premonition of some sort, because shortly after, I burnt my knuckle with the iron.


Yes again I say I burnt my knuckle.


It took me awhile to grasp what was truly happening and after standing there, cursing like a sailor for a few seconds, I realised that the wise thing to do was to run my sore knuckle over tap water.


After running it over tap water and even holding my knuckle against the ice in my freezer that needs serious defrosting (http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/05/ice-cidents.html), the pain just got worse.


It stings like a thousand bees and burns like a million suns (yes exaggeration).




Trust me it feels A LOT worse than it looks.





See that red bump? That's what I get for not being lazy for once.





 How did it happen?


After I pressed the iron against my soon-to-be crisp, white blouse, I set the iron aside in an upright position as I adjusted the white blouse to iron the crumpled regions.


My hand carelessly brushed against the exposed surface of the hot iron and here I am, writhing in pain.


Sorry to digress but I've been posting about my kitchen adventures for the last two posts.

http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/05/ice-cidents.html

http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/05/never-too-late.html

I would like to thank Hillie for his contributions (since someone accused me of being a glory hog for those concoctions).


Your bright ideas are greatly appreciated :)



Sunday, 27 May 2012

Ice-cidents

The thrill from yesterday's success prompted me to cook AGAIN!
(http://non-stophampolishnonsense.blogspot.com/2012/05/never-too-late.html)


So here's my dinner today.


FRIED PARATHA FOLDOVER WITH CHEESE, SAUSAGE AND CHERRY TOMATOES WITH A SERVING OF FRIED HAM!


The ham was pretty random because I had no idea what to do with it.











It is safe to say that I'll be blogging almost every weekend about my various food adventures in the kitchen.


Yipee!


So anyway, I have a little situation with my freezer.


It needs serious defrosting.


The thick layers of ice formed has rendered me speechless.


This is how bad it is.








It is a little redundant to keep frozen goods in the freezer when the freezer isn't doing such a good job with freezing it due to the thick layers of ice that


1. Increase the temperature within the freezer (cold air runs out because the ice is so thick that the freezer door can't shut properly but the freezer is in the same compartment as the rest of the fridge so it isn't so bad).


2. Severely minimise storage area in the freezer.


Why don't I just defrost it you might ask.


The award-winning answer is,


BECAUSE DEFROSTING THE FREEZER REQUIRES SO MUCH TIME AND EFFORT.


A hassle indeed.


Plus, as I've mentioned earlier, my freezer is in the same compartment as my fridge.


Defrosting it would mean that the rest of my fridge would be submerged in water during the defrosting process.


More work for me.


Only when I'm in dire need of storage space would I consider defrosting my fridge.


Oh and a miracle happened!


There is a chocolate stalagmite in my freezer!








Funny story really.


I placed my chocolate ice cream horizontally (instead of it being upright) due to the depleting storage area in the freezer.


It melted a little, leaked out of the container and a chocolate stalagmite formed.


It actually resembled a stalagmite more before I furiously hacked it with a knife in a pathetic attempt to get rid of it.


We all know how that ended.