Collections

Some people collect seashells, stamps or stickers.

I on the other hand, collect shirts. No just any shirts. Thoses I ♥ (insert country) shirts.

No, it’s not because I travel a lot. In fact, I’ve only ever been on a plane once (to New Zealand) and countless boat trips to Malaysia. Yet for all these places I have actually been to, I have never bought a shirt that said ‘I ♥ New Zealand’ or ‘I ♥ Malaysia’. Funny, huh. I don’t have ‘I ♥ Singapore’ either.

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All these shirts are bought from the country itself!

You see, my sister flies and she’s always buying souvenirs back for us. Mine would be requested. A shirt that says I ♥ (country name). I’m working up quite a collection and it’s fun to ask people to read your shirt everytime they tease you about not showering. I did. It’s a different tee shirt and you just didn’t notice.

Anyways, I’m still collecting the shirts. Not quite sure how I’m going to post everything. Maybe I’ll just update this post (because I’m so lazy).

Off to read a book a got from the library!
Toodles!

Cherie

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Banana muffins

I work lots of Saturday shifts, be it half day shifts or full shifts. If it’s a Saturday, I work them.

The thing about Saturdays is that there are always too many bananas leftover from the week. They get all soft, mushy and nobody ever wants to buy them.

Since I take home all the croissants at the end of the day, my superior had this bright idea to have me bring home the last of the bananas as well. I really didn’t know what to say so I accepted it. Good thing there were only 6 of them. But 6 very ripe bananas aren’t exactly a good thing. The entire top deck of my bus smelt like bananas for the whole two hours I was on it.

I was thinking of making banana pancakes the next morning but realized that there was perhaps, no way I was waking up early on a Sunday morning and no way my family could finish about 20 banana pancakes without puking. So I decided on banana muffins instead.

The night was an great one. I spent my time looking at recipe after recipe, comparing the sugars and customizing my own. I did contemplate adding walnuts or chocolate chips but figured I didn’t want to ruin the sweetness of the bananas.

I had to doubke the recipe and halve my sugar. I had to play it by ear because I couldn’t trust my easy-bake oven anymore. It had served me well for the past 5 years but it was pretty obviously giving way.

I had to bake everything in batches of 6 for exactly 20 minutes each. Repeating the process 6 times, I finally came up with 34 muffins (I didnt have enough batter for the last two) and goodness, there were beautiful.

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Banana muffins cooling.

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Couple muffins. I named them 😀

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How the muffin looks without it’s muffin liner. Hehe. Naked muffin.

I gave a dozen to my mom, 8 to my neighbour, my sister ate five of them while I had four and my housekeeper had two. For the missing two, I’m not sure where they disappeared to. Probably into the bellies of a family member lying in wait to pounce while they were cooling. 

Overall, I was really pleased with them. I made sure they were as healthy as possible. No butter added, though I did use a little oil.

Alrighty, till my next baking adventure!

Cherie

How I studied for my exams

This post is going to be about how I studied for my mains last semester and how I fared.

How I studied for my exams:

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I tried to study for my exams outside but it got really boring by myself. Plus if I studied at home, I ended up like this.

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Either that, or I’d be stuck with babysitting duty and attempt to teach what I have no clue about.

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Little Reina didn’t like studying either.

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Study period was also the time my dad made it into the papers and I went insane spreading the word on Facebook,  instagram and twitter.

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I had a short attention span and decided that taking pictures of myself was more interesting than studying.

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When I tried again, I went to the library but they told me I wasn’t allowed to study in a library so I tried pretending to look around before settling in a quiet corner again. I failed.

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Of course, I was asked to try harder so I went out to study again, this time to another cafe but ended up having too much cake and coffee.

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Somewhere in the middle there was this BBQ going on and I just had to deminstrate my marshmallow toasting awesomeness.

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And one way or another, I found time to just screw around with public property.

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So I guess that after seeing all these, it wouldn’t come as much of a surprise that I didn’t quite make it. But hey, at least there were signs of trying. So let’s all just have a waffle and cheers to a better semester.

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Yum-seng
Cherie

Nom-nom-athon

Today I had no work. I woke up at 12 and lazed in bed till 1. Came down to a brunch (breakfast and lunch because you should never skip breakfast) that looked like this.

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I don’t really know how to call this. Economical fried noodles with cabbage, luncheon meat, fried chicken wings and a fried egg. Oh and with honey greentea bubble tea by the side. I was still a little unsatisfied after so I had a box of sakura and matcha kit kat. My godbrother got it for me when he was in Tokyo. Sadly, no picture. I sorta gobbled it.

I spent the next few hours (or whatever was left of my day) on my laptop, looking for PSP games to play. I managed to find a few and will probably be doing an entry for it in a while. I managed to find a game, Patapon 3, and has been addicted to it since.

A little background of me and Patapon.

I actually started Patapon when I was still in secondary school, after I bought my psp. I was playing the game while everyone was playing games like Need for speed, Fifa, Ridge racer, Naruto, Bleach and Final fantasy. I was more into rhythmic games so I was playing DJMax and audition. I’d tell you more in another entry.

To sum it all up, I played Patapon when I was younger and I’m playing it now. Patapon rocks.

It took me a while to get used to everything again but I got it after a few dungeons.

Want to know the most dangerous thing about gaming?

You can’t keep track of what goes into your mouth. My housekeeper always takes the chance to feed me things while I’m engrossed with my game.

‘Cherie try this.’

‘Cherie finish that.’

It’s dangerous I tell you, especially when you live in a house full of unfinished chinese new year goodies that no one wants (or has the time to) eat.

At 6pm, we went out for dinner. The whole family did. Or at least who was at home. We went to Sakura International Buffet at Tamppines to have dinner. To be totally honest, I was saving my stomach for it. But I’d been fed like a chicken in a slaughterhouse the entire day so I was a tad bit reluctant. Think about all that calories. I’m not one to count, but after you so obviously overeat the entire (half) day, you can’t help but do so.

But as a Sim, I am very experienced at eating at buffets. You always have to eat your moneys’ worth, in my case, $31.

A few tips:

-Don’t eat carbo.
That means no rice or noodles. Nope, not even sushi.

-No gassy drinks.
Gassy drinks fill you up fast because of the amount of gas in there. You will also tend to drink more of it because it’s sweet, once again fill you up more. Go for teas, water or non carbonated drinks.

-Go for the seafood.
Seafood is expensive, most of the time. For safer options, go for prawns or salmon. Raw or cooked, you’ll never go wrong with them.

-Order food.
Some buffets cooks certain food for you. Mainly because you can’t leave the food item out in the cold for long periods of time. Order them. The food comes out fresher and most of the time, tastier. Which I find, more worth it.

-Eat slowly.
Give yourself time to digest and don’t lose momentum when you eat. Once your brain thinks it’s full, it’s game over for the next 20minutes or so, till it figures out if it’s actually full or not.

Lastly, just enjoy yourself. If you’re famished or are a plain eat-alot person, then feel free to gorge yourself. The whole point of the above tips are for people who can’t eat much but still want to make their meal worth it.

Without further ado, here’s the pictures from my dinner.

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We started out with some cereal chicken, tempura and sidedishes.

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Then moved on to the ordered food such as the beef satay, beef and salmon steak, which were all really good and plain glorious.

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I decided to break my own rule of not having any carbs by having sushi and soba because they looked good and well presented. Taste wise, too bland. I’ve had better. But hey, look! That’s a huge chunk of salmon right there!

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The beef satay was really good so we had seconds. Those are thai style prawns at the back. Ordered as well.

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This isn’t a very good habit of mine but I jumped to dessert very early. Only because the ice cream they had was freaking Ben and Jerry’s and everyone knows I’m a sucker for their Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream. That was just the first bowl. There were many after. Because fuck calories, that’s what.

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These are Tau Sar Paus. Little paus with red bean paste in them. I don’t like chunky red bean paste, I like the dark, smooth and creamy ones and these were everything I wanted. I actually felt sorry for myself because I ate a hell load of salmon before I discovered these babies.

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Did I forget to mention? I’m a huge fan of tau sar paus. If there was a place I could find the best ones, I’d go there as much as I can regardless of the distance. I’m just obsessed with them. Look at how cute and adorable they are! They were the prefect bite-sized-explodes-in-your-mouth-with-warm-creamy-goodness kind of YUMMY.

I didn’t even bother with the chocolate éclairs and cream puffs this time round. I was too busy with my ice cream and tau sar paus. But something caught my eye.

Jelly.

I know right? So much for eating everything that was expensive. But these were different kinds of jelly. They were the taiwan imported-expensive-oh-my-god-look-at-that-pricetag-I-will-never-buy-it-even-though-I-know-it’s-really-good kind of jelly.

I picked one of each flavour (there were only four flavours) and brought them back to my table. My gosh they were good.

And they came in those little sealed plastic containers.

You can guess what I did next. I went back there and grabbed at least a dozen of them and emptied them onto my table.

My dad looked at me as if I was crazy. My housekeeper probably had an idea of what I wanted to do while my sister simply said ‘beat you to it.’, opened her bag and revealed another dozen jellies sitting on top a Prada wallet.

Now, I know you should never bring food out of a buffet place because that would be the equivalent of stealing but hey, I’ve seen people come into buffets with Tupperware and heat insulated bags all for the sake of ta pao-ing. Can’t I take like, 24 jellies home? It’s not like I’m taking the entire stock you know.

And of course I went back for more. I wanted to bring more back to snack on as well as eat some at the table so the whole smuggling thing wouldn’t seem so darn obvious. I bumped into a guy whom I saw taking jellies the first time. This time he had more than 30 jellies on a plate while I had 6 in my hands. We stared at each other for a good ten seconds before smiling gingerly to one another. Oh yeah, I know what you’re trying to do.

And here I am, back home with around 30 jellies chilling in my fridge. I stole them and I’m proud. I have no idea how buffet lines make their money, but they do so I’ve got no regrets. In fact, I feel like a Robin Hood,  without the whole ‘giving back to the poor’ part.

Heck, I’m as poor as a peasant right now. I ought to be helping myself.

Off to bed on a full stomach!

Nights!

Cherie

Missing you

Me missing you is sort of different.

Many girls wait around their phone for that one text or call. I wait around for a direct message or a blog post. Many girls tweet about not being able to hold their boyfriend’s/crush’s hands but I tweet about not hearing from you at all.

Me missing you is pretty different.

When I think of you I don’t feel butterflies, I guess I’m past that. Missing you, my world gets a tad bit warmer, the birds sing a little louder and I feel a little lighter. I feel like smiling to anybody, hugging anybody or just laughing at anything in particular. I smell happy things; marshmallows, blueberries, strawberries and cream. My walk turns into a light gallop, bouncing at every step. I feel a little prettier, a little cuter, sometimes a little sexier.

Me missing you is very different.

It’s all I ever do. From when I wake up  to whatever I do, I think of you. To when I am working, to when I’m sitting by myself. Missing you is like writing my own book, missing you is like copying and pasting you into my life. Missing you is like breathing to me, I don’t remember a day I never thought about you.

But missing you can be painful.

When I don’t hear from you (sometimes) at all. When I feel burdensome to you at times. When I suddenly have this horribly strong urge to kiss you and hug you but know that you’re all the way over there. Missing you can be painful, when I want to hold your hand and lean on your shoulder so desperately. When I lie in bed and wish you were just beside me to hug to sleep. To want you to lie on my lap and let me pat you to sleep. To let me cook for you or pamper you.

Missing you can also be excruciating.

When I actually tell you that ‘I miss you.’ and ‘I missed you’. Because really, I honestly and most sincerely did, spend my entire day thinking about you. Wondering if you missed me too. I guess it hurts when it goes unacknowledged. That’s why I’m so fearful of saying it anymore.

Yet I’ve never grown tired of missing you.

I guess, missing you is more good than bad. At least I know my heart is safe where it is, not stolen or broken. I just hope you know what my words mean, so if ever I have the guts to say it again next time, you’ll know. (:

Love,

Cherie