How I torture myself at night

Tumblr’s been bustling with great pictures and gifs of food recently and I simply cannot resist keeping the good ones here.

More towards the title of this post, I’m trying to tone up and get fit enough for my cosplays this year. This means eating healthily and working out as much as possible.

Sigh

This puts baking all my favourite goodies at a once every two weeks or so basis. ):

So here I am looking through my ‘Likes’ folder on Tumblr. Here are the ones I have liked!

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Book Review: Price of a Kiss – Linda Kage

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I don’t care what my cousin says; I am not the queen of impossible relationships. I mean, just because my last boyfriend tried to kill me and left a bit of a scar on my neck, then forced me to move across the country and legally change my name to Reese Randall to escape him, does not mean—

Oh, who am I kidding? For a freshman in college, I have to have the worst dating track record ever.

It’s no wonder love is the last thing on my mind when Mason Lowe enters my life. But the chemistry between us is like bam! Our connection defies logic. And he’s just so freaking hot. Being around him makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before. I even like bickering with him. He could be my soul mate…except for one teeny tiny glitch.

He’s a gigolo.

Boy, do I know how to pick them.

DUDE

I’m super excited to be reviewing this book. For some reason, I’m really excited for it.

OH AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, I’M GOING TO SPOIL IT FOR YOU SO IF YOU WANNA KNOW THE IMPORTANT PARTS OF THE STORY BEFORE YOU READ THE BOOK THEN READ ON, IF NOT, SCRAM BECAUSE THIS IS NOT THE PLACE FOR YOU.

So Reese has this psycho ex-boyfriend who’s like: 

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So she changes her name and moves half way across the country to escape him. Which is also where she meets Mason who is all:

And she’s like:

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But she can’t because he’s a gigolo hence ‘unattainable’. Pushing that out of the way, she tries to find herself a side job as a baby sitter and ends up taking care of -wait for it- Mason’s special-needs sister.

She manages to click with his sister and makes her very happy. Mason finally acknowledges her and they start this strange relationship from her giving him her breakfast because she thought she’d offended him the night before and she thought he hated her. He smiles at her and she tries to play it cool. Everything just feels so adorable, gigolo business aside.

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Then there were those really random cougar moments, where teachers, doctors, etc. would pass by and remind him of their ‘appointments’, which frankly made me feel sick to the stomach and just plain weirded out.

Cougars be like:

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And I’m lying in my bed like: 

The book even has very fluffy moments, that had me grinning like an idiot into my Kindle.

“You’re the warm sun that shines when everything else is dark,” he went on, lifting his hands to rest them on the wall on either side of my face. “A smile and a hug in a roomful of disapproval. You’re…” Wincing, he pressed his forehead against mine. “You’re everything.”

“Can I touch you?”
His lashes closed, resting on the tops of his tanned, sculpted cheeks as his smile grew broad. “You don’t have to ask.” I reached out immediately but paused within inches of contact. He must’ve sensed my hesitation because he reopened his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
I swallowed, utterly overwhelmed. “I don’t know where to start.”
Mason’s gaze warmed . He wrapped strong warm fingers around my wrist and drew my palm forward, leading me where he wanted my hand to follow. When he set it on the center of his chest, right over his heart and pressed my flesh to his as if fingerprinting my soul to his. I blinked back gratified tears.
“Start here. No one’s ever touched me here before.”

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And honest to God (You’ll get this reference after you read the book so as much as I spoil it for you now, you still have to read it), Mason is such a gentleman. So much, it hurts.

“All you have to do is stretch out your hand, Mason.” Pressing my palm against my chest, I whispered, “I’m right here.”
He shook his head. “I can’t. I’m tainted.”

“His sense of responsibility toward his family was everything to him. Everything. He didn’t care if his obligations made him do things that caused him to feel trapped or had him feeling dirty until he hated a part of himself. He wasn’t going to stop taking care of Dawn and Sarah in the only way he knew how. He had sold his soul to ensure every bill his mother forgot to pay was taken care of, even the fricking babysitter’s bill.”

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But there was ‘friend-zoning’ going on between them where Reese was all:

Because she didn’t want to fall in love with you know, a man whore.

And Mason is like:

AND IT WAS JUST TEARING ME UP INSIDE. D:

Then he confesses that he stopped his ‘business’ after they almost kissed and I was like:

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And he’s all:

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And she’s like:

And I’m like:

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Because, you know, I was reading it at 3 in the morning.

But her psycho ex hasn’t appeared and his pimp hasn’t said anything so I was being really paranoid about everything.

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THEN IT HAPPENS when they’re making out (well of course) and he gets a call from his pimp and I was like:

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So I’m all smug about it, like I totally saw it coming, thinking ‘what’s the worst that she could do’? Then she goes and fucking BLACKMAILS him with Reese’s past and ex boyfriend.

That was just low and wrong on so many levels. YOU PLAY DIRTY, GIRL. 

So Mason ends up going back to what he does with his pimp /*SPOILER* Landlady and Reese is just so heartbroken, I could cry. In fact, I did just that. Like a little bitch.

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RIGHT AFTER THEY HAD THE SWEETEST MOMENT OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP. DO YOU KNOW HOW TRAUMATIZING THAT IS FOR MY HEART?

And he comes back and he’s like ‘Don’t touch me I’m not clean.’ and she’s all ‘It’s okay. I’ll clean you.’ And they’re both so heartbroken and sad, it’s like nothing will EVER get them back together because nothing will be the same again and before I know it, I’m sobbing into my plushies all over again.

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All this emotion at 4 in the morning. I had to close my Kindle and stare up at my ceiling for a while to calm myself down because the feels were too much.

I wanted to stop the book right there but I knew I couldn’t probably because I wouldn’t be able to sleep after the whole cougar+gigolo+older woman x younger man trauma. So I read on.

The more I read, the angrier I grew at the damn Landlady. Like, seriously, if I could I’d be like

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Yes, she deserves everything and more.

Just for the fun of it, I shan’t spoil how they got back together. All you need to know is that they did and Reese managed to get back at the damn landlady/cougar/pimp/slut/whore and all was good.

After all that drama (like seriously), I’ll give this book 4 stars.

Why not 5?

It’s probably me, but I don’t think I can stand re-reading this book. Maybe not the whole thing, maybe the fluffy parts. Not to mention it made me feel reallyyyyy weird for some reason, so… yeah.

BUT YOU GUYS SHOULD AT LEAST READ IT ONCE. 

Like all the way through, without skipping pages. It’s really a good book, trust me, it’s just that it wasn’t very much to my preference.

Cougar-killer out,

Cherie

Perfect Meal Day

I’m hungry. It’s 1 in the morning and I’m too lazy and scared to go downstairs to make myself something. Instead, I’m here on Tumblr and WordPress writing a post about what kind of food I’d like to have if I could have a ‘Perfect Meal Day’, which really is my terminology for ‘eat whatever the hell I want without growing fat or getting sick’, because we all know what happened with the recent sushi buffet.

So I get up in the morning. It’s 6am and I’m totally refreshed. *snort* Another reason why this day isn’t going to come.

What do I decide to have for breakfast?: 

For Tea:

For in-between snacks: 

Lunch: 

Dinner: 

Dessert would be:

Oh yeah.

Prune Juice and Mattresses

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Okay, so this is going to be a rant post by a very frustrated self.

What can I say about my life now? A mess, that’s what. I just finish my internship and I’m rotting so much at home, you could sell me off as top grade fertilizer.

Hmm, what else. Oh yes, my sleeping schedule is screwed.

I CAN’T SLEEP.

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It’s probably because I’ve started eating dinner again. No, no. It’s not that I don’t eat, it’s just that I can’t sleep when I’m full. A part of me is still that worrying fatass I’d been in my past, okay? I still count the hours after I eat and try my best to burn as much calories energy before I sleep. It’s not a bad habit, okay. If anything, it’s actually healthier to not eat dinner (I think), something about allowing your body to better cleanse itself.

I take care of myself in different ways because I know myself.

Instead of sleeping, I read my Kindle till 4 in the morning. Sometimes I contemplate reading a little later so that I may catch the morning’s sunrise.

But I always miss it because I’m always watching for it the wrong way.

You could give me a map, blueprint of my house, Jack Sparrow’s compass and I would STILL miss the sunrise because of some stupid reason like the sun would be blocked by some other building. Or I would sneeze and suddenly it would be like, 12 noon or something.

Since I sleep so late, I wake up late as well. Never for breakfast, just in time for lunch and a few hours before dinner.

I HATE IT.

I FEEL LIKE SUCH A FAT PIG, literally eating and sleeping all day. Oh don’t get me wrong, at times like this, I’d LOVE to get out of the house. But as everyone should already know, I’m broke. The cafe I’d tried to get a job at didn’t call me back (which I’m actually very thankful for because I simply cannot imagine myself waiting tables) so my bank account is now on this steady decline into oblivion, of which I have no idea how I’m going to remedy than to go out with friends who knows where to spend time but not money.

ANOTHER POINT is that I have a new problem, 10 points to anyone who can guess what.

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Yes, let’s talk about 

Something I never thought I’d want with all my heart.

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I’ve been trying for days and am THIS CLOSE to shoving a pill (we all know that pill) up my arse and going Horishima all over my toilet bowl. But do you know how mortifying and utterly disturbing it is to voluntarily do…that? No way. So I’d resorted to

Because the bathroom is a fracking battlefield right now

So here I am, waiting, waiting, but still nothing.

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I’m getting desperate.

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And temperamental.

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Because right now I’m literally so full of shit and have things rotting inside my body.

I’m doing everything (actually just eating everything) with tons of fiber, reading up on c-c-constipation (I’m still trying to reach my acceptance on this) and basically doing everything I can to avoid The Pill-ing

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Because if my body thinks it’s got anything on me, the answer is

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I’m going to get this thing out of my body, it’s going to feel like hell is breaking out of my ass, and my body is going to ENJOY IT. 

Alright. Thanks for allowing me to traumatize you.

RANT OVER.