Life is ironic, not in a poetic, philosophical, metaphysical, literature-ish way. Just straight forward irony.
It’s either I have no idea on keeping up with interesting contents to blog about when I have nothing happening around me, or I am bombarded with too many happenings which ended up jumbling and squeezing everything within a single post which also indirectly serves its purpose as an uninteresting blogpost. The dead wall, writer’s block of a blogger. Shame on myself for being a self-proclaimed blogger. I’m pointing this out because I realised you can see infinite self-descriptions of people from all walks of life claiming to be ‘bloggers’ but in reality when I enter their blog, all I get in return is a huge pile of claptrap posts filled with gibberish and blarney entries.
Useless to the core to even bother to sign up for a blog; and who I am to judge? I just want to.
I’m going to start a jam-packed entry on things I wish to do but have no motivation or whatever to make me to but yet still complains repeatedly like a machine gun on wanting to do it BUT finally end up not doing it; I’m crap.
I started of a healthy eating plan weeks ago, I won’t label it as diet since majority of the race in this world have stereotype thinking that the terminology ‘diet’ associates with obese/anorexia/bulimic scrapes of society. Partly it’s to improve facial condition since sleep deprived and late night sleeps caused me severe skin issues. Again! The typical stereotype minded people that will have in mind ‘What??! What’s a guy doing so much caring about his skin?!’ Homosexual much?’
Well, these are the people who are meant for the toilet bowl; yes flush your face in it several times please.
However, thanks to E-Coli outbreak in certain areas in Europe… I confined myself by not having salad and once again resolve back to my old way of cooking. Unlike Malaysia whereby food outside can be easily bought or take out, not forgetting to mention the price. Compared to food in Russia, I could have a tiny set of sushi here in Russia in exchange of 10 bowls of Kuching Laksa.
Mike & I recently got a hand blender, the sort that you get to see in ‘Master Chef’ or any other related series and yes… it IS as amazing as it looks. From everything to anything, smoothies to juices to sauces and I have yet to make my own mayonnaise despite the simple recipe I got from Gordon Ramsay [I met him on Youtube of course].
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Cut the chase on food, I finally settled my tickets for Mission Trip this summer to Sibu. Approximately half an hour flight from Kuching but nevertheless it’s all for the experience and deed. Still not required to do practical for 1st year hence, I shall plan out my schedule for my summer holidays; in a way of pretending to be impelled and pushed you see.
My parcel finally arrived, impressed with the attire that I ordered online especially the pair of VANS sneakers that costs me less than $20.00 and several striped shirts since I’ve been crazy about them. Got a date with a few friends this weekend for a little shopping since there is sales on ‘bottoms-wear’ like vintage slacks and denims.
Gosh I wish money grew on tree.
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Finals in less than a month, as dreadful and tormenting as it seemed… I’m going to sleep through it. Did I mentioned that I felt asian after having lunch with Leetz, Dennis & Eelin in some Chinese eating place? What’s with the Chinese all of a sudden?
It’s because I’m living in Russian land, having friends from all colours, speaking in languages more than I can calculate with my hand and when it muddles up you get a messy cultured person.
By the way, it’s a My Chemical Romance track if you’re wondering what the heck is wrong with my blog title.
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