I live to eat

Here’s a selection of nom nom that didn’t manage to make it onto my Instagram (because we all know my Instagram is just filled with either pictures of food or my face).

imageIchiban boshi @ Sunway Giza Mall.

imageSae Ma Eul Korean BBQ @ Solaris Mont Kiara.

imageSmoking Hog @ SS2.

imageThe Bee @ Jaya One.

imageThe Bee @ Jaya One.

imageCurry House Coco Ichibanya @ One Utama.

imageIchiro @ One Utama.

imageJust Pie @ One Utama.

imageDamansara Uptown Hokkien Mee @ Damansara Utama.

Afraid

They say the older you get, the more you’re afraid of. Is that true?

To a certain extent, I suppose. Or maybe not.

If I were to really sit down and ponder upon it, I’m inclined to think that the increased hesitation and trepidation is less likely the cause of being afraid but more likely the result of having much more to consider about.

As you grow older, there are a lot more at stake when you do certain things. Instant gratification isn’t as gratifying anymore when the delayed consequences hit and you realised just then how badly you’ve fucked things up.

There is a tiny devil may care streak in me, that I do admit. Granted, I’ve never been the type of girl to go full blown crazy and indulge in things like drugs, one-night stands, or hard crime, but I’ve done many a things I wished I didn’t do. Regret, after all, is part and parcel of life.

But that devil may care streak also brought me crazy exciting memories that cannot be replaced.

As I age, that streak has since mellowed, bolstered by a healthy dose of cynicism and doubt that only grow stronger as the days go by. Time and time again though, the devil wins and I end up doing things I told myself I’d never do, then the critical side of me sets in and I chide myself for my actions.

It’s a never-ending battle with myself.

Homebody

When I’ve been stuck at home too long, everything starts to go downhill…

My waistline suffers because I eat when I’m bored. My bank account suffers because I shop online when I’m bored. My appearance suffers because there’s no one to see how much of a mess I am at home.

I really need to get back my car and more importantly, get a new job.

Fuck

What have I gotten myself into? Another inevitable heartache? I’m so over this shit.

Maybe it’s time to cut my losses and call it a day.

Sigh, I’m just making one wrong move after the other. Time to get my fucking act together.

Web or water?

I can’t tell if it’s a  good thing or not.

On one hand, I’m finally starting to feel like I’m making my way out of the entanglement of one web. A web that I’ve been stuck in for way too long, despite my numerous attempts to escape it. It’s still the early stages, but I feel as if I’m no longer paralysed by the spider’s poison and could think with a clearer head even when the spider is near me, flexing its pincers intimidatingly. I don’t know if this new found resistance is going to last until I fully escape the web, but I sure hope it does. Stumbling into this web has spelled nothing but trouble so far.

On the other hand, I fear I might be waddling into some other equally murky waters. And that I’m not the least bit prepped for it. What if I get in way over my head and drown? This is not a pool of water I usually swim in. In fact, I have not even come in contact with this kind of water before. It’s scary. I wonder if I could use this water to wash off the web and go on my own merry way after drying off? Then both the web and the water would not be threats to me any longer. However, that is only if there are no Loch Ness monsters lurking beneath the surface waiting to drag me down to the pits of hell.

Ah, life and its weird conundrums.

Urgh

The limbo between sleep and wakefulness is awful. Especially when it’s a nap you’re trying to awaken from. It’s like a battle of wills between your eyelids that are trying to remain closed and that weird part of your brain that tells you it’s time to wake up.

Either way, you still feel groggy, awful, and generally like a piece of shit.

Oh, and did I tell you I got into my first car accident today? Someone rear-ended me in near standstill traffic. So that’s fantastic.

End of transmission.

Broga Hill!

Actually, it’s more like my face with a bit of Broga Hill behind so you probably will be in for a lot of disappointment if you want to see nice scenery shots.

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First viewing point! I got cheated and was told this was it. Until I saw another higher point when I finally reached this point. FML. At this point I am the driest person around while surrounded by some very sweaty hikers.

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Nah please enjoy a rare shot without my big face in it cause it’s gonna be rare.

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Apparently hiking is a popular activity. Who knew? Not me, that’s who. I’m the girl who hasn’t worn her sports shoes in more than half a year.

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And up to the peak we go! Here I encountered bees who will not leave me alone. I’m apparently the only one they’re attracted to because they didn’t bother anyone else. FML la I have a paralysing fear of insects.

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While I looked like this on the outside…

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This was how I felt inside wtf.

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When I reached the second viewing point (which I was told yet again that it’s the final point), I saw yet another higher point ahead. Lies! All lies, I tell you!

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Here I am at the peak hiding behind a boulder because the sun is out. This shade of vampire is not a result of standing under hot sun okay.

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So this view is what people hike up the hill for.

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Nah proof I made it to the top. The real top this time. Achievement unlocked. I was told that now I can brag about having conquered Broga Hill. And my response is, “nobody freaking cares”.

No more pictures as I go downhill because I was busy trying not to die.

Photo Dump!

I want to blog but I have no idea what to blog about so I’ll just do a random photo dump and call it a day! #lazyassblogger #tootiredtobother

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I’m an expert at hurting myself. This is a couple minutes after bashing my wrist on the underside of the table a few days ago. There’s still a faint bruise today. I deserve a medal for being a complete klutz. Did I mention I got a paper cut today since the bruise is fading and I apparently decided a new wound is in order?

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While we’re on the topic of wounds, let me show you some love bites I got from mysterious bugs wtf. Yeah, this is how exciting my love life is. #foreveralone #catladytobe #hashtagsdontworkhere

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When you park your car in the outdoor car park and it pours just when you get off work. Speaking of car, can it please stop raining so much already? I really need to get my car washed.

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This person might not need a car wash though. I supposed he could wipe the dirt off with all the toilet paper draped artistically over his car hahaha. I’ve never seen a car actually be tp-ed in real life before. Well, now I have.

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It was daddy’s birthday last week! And I realised cakes in normal bakeries are super expensive… A cake that’s less than 1 kg cuts me back over RM60! I’d rather go for Secret Recipe.

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Look what I found! Saw this in mum’s Facebook and holy mama I looked so different. Maybe it’s just the bad angle? Anyway, this was taken in 2010 during our trip to Hong Kong. Which I… err… blogged about. Kinda. #lazyassblogger