Daniel Fast Logs

This fast began one fine day on the roof of Junction 8 while I was having Onigiri, Bubble tea, sugar doughnuts and chocolate for lunch with a friend. I had expressed my interest in trying Parkour (because why fight when you can flee?) and he offered to help me train up. It also just so happened that I had been popping panadols like crazy (I really can’t stand screaming children and loud beeping noises) and needed a proper detox/cleanse.

Hence the Daniel Fast.

Basically I could have nothing but fruits and vegetables for a month. I thought I would get through it just fine, untill I realized I couldn’t have chocolate, bubble tea, bread or anything I was having on the roof that day. By then, it was already too late, I had agreed to it. Drats.

I’ll try to update this log as often as possible:

19TH MARCH 2015

My day started with grapes and black coffee after I told roomie I was on a fast.

I got hungry in the library (Current Location) really fast and moved on to my next snack, broad beans. It tasted like hamster food ):

Towards the end of the day, I decided that I should pack my meals when working the next day if not meals were going to start costing a bomb. I settled for a tub of tossed salad, something I hope I remember to do for my own monetary sake.

What I really wanted to eat today:
– Cabstick/Salmon Onigiri
– Waffles

20TH MARCH 2015
I accidentally ate an onion while eating economic mixed rice without the rice. I thought it was pickled cabbage.

Anyway, breakfast looked like this:
Am pretty proud if myself for putting everything together in time to meet my colleagues for my second breakfast, especially when I sort of overslept/pressed the snooze button too many times.

Later in the day, I found a pocket magazine about eating clean and picked it up
I thought it would aid me in preparing breakfast and whatnot, till I peeked into it and found a ton of rather redundant articles about exercises and sustainability.

This was the only related article in my opinion,
Pity I couldn’t have meat of any kind, if you know what I mean…

What I really wanted to eat today:
– Mr Bean Pancakes
– Yakun Steamed Bread

21st MARCH 2015
Had two huge salads during the day, one made, the other bought and discovered my love for baby spinach and balsamic vinegar, almond milk too.

Walks through Junction8 and Ang Mo Kio are still as agonising and the list of food cravings only grows longer.
Bought baby spinach to throw into the everyday salad. I almost bought the organic stuff till I finally found the normal with-hints-of-pesticides ones at the salad section for us middle income folks.

Really miss my meats and carbs. You never really miss something untill it’s taken from you.
On the other hand, I now know that my first break-fast meal will look something like a butter soaked waffle-crepe stuffed with brownies, whipped cream, nutella and ice cream. And that’s just for starters.

What I really wanted to eat today:
– Brownies
– QQ Rice
– Any milk based ice cream

22nd MARCH 2015
While looking for vegan snacks at Fairprice, I found Peppero at 95cents. I didn’t think it would last a month even in the freezer so I bought Honeydew Soy milk instead.
Let’s just say that honeydew should not be confused with the melon fruit. I was hoping it would taste like a Melona original ice cream but it ended up tasting like flour. Not even the good kind, the uncooked kind. LIQUID FLOUR.

At night while scrolling through instagram, I saw

You have no idea how excited I am over this. And by Hershey’s?!
Honestly, I’m not the kind that constantly craves chocolate but how can I possibly resist? At least that’s one thing I can finally substitute for sweet treats.

What I really wanted to eat today:
– Salted egg yolk fried chicken
– Gummy bears
– Red bean buns
– Melon Bread

23rd MARCH 2015
Since it was the only day I could actually sleep in and be lazy, I conveniently forgot to prepare anything for myself in the morning and had to starve all the way till lunch.
Kind of pigged out during lunch by ordering 5 different vegetables. I would have had all the vegetables they had including the tofu, but decided not to creep the mixed rice stall guy out by looking like an absolute glutton.

What I really wanted to eat today:
– Jollie bean gula melaka/peanut Crispy Pancakes

24th MARCH 2015
Was at work wondering what I could possibly get for my staff meal and drink since I couldn’t have carbs, meat or milk. I would have gone for the chilled soba cucumber greens, except we couldn’t find cucumbers.

I did, however, find soy milk in the milk fridge and made an iced and hot soy latte for my break.
I tried both, comparing them sip for sip and came to a conclusion that coffee-soy beverages suck. I could be wrong, of course. I’m not sure if it was the soy we used but I am definitely not a fan.

You can say that it wasn’t my cup of tea. Or in this case, coffee. Badum-fucking-tis.

Also, I don’t know why I found this so funny but I’m just going to leave this photo here.
What I really wanted to eat today:
– Burritos
– Cereal and milk
– Tiramisu

25th MARCH 2015
Had an epic amount of food with the fast-buddy, Dale, which consisted of a cold storage salad, bananas with peanut butter, apple aloe, Japanese marble pop soda (from daiso) and most interesting yet, corn pasta. I guess you could count it as carbs but what the hell.

Spent the day watching Fate Stay Night Ultimate Bladeworks and doing Rin Tohsaka character study so the day of eating clean didn’t feel that painful. Except for when we were out in the mall and supermart shopping for those food items.

What I really wanted to eat today:
– Ovaltine Crunchy Spread
– Pancakes
– Ba Zhang

26th MARCH 2015
I woke up at 9am to find myself alone and with no plan whatsoever to have for breakfast so I slept in till noon to procrastinate my meal.

I woke again at 12.30pm because I was hungry and got down to scavenging around the house. The entire task was tiring and torturous enough, especially since the fridge was stocked with fresh groceries and leftover dishes from the day before. Dishes I’m rather sure I’d wish were any way vegan.

Nonetheless, 45minutes of digging through vegetables I was too lazy or knew how to cook, I came up with this:
I think for a vegan scavenger who doesn’t want to leave the house for her own groceries, I get on pretty fine.

What I really wanted to eat today:
– Long John Silver anything-with-the-crispy-bits
– McDonald’s french fries

30th MARCH 2015
I went over to Malaysia a couple days back and bought this.
To be honest I searched high and low for it because for some reason, I could only find jackfruit chips in Singapore and they were really expensive.

Friends know that I only photograph things I love or hate for this, I absolutely hated for two underlining reasons.

Perhaps one, I am too pampered by Thailand’s caramel banana chips. Or maybe the entire bag of crisp fruit tasted like flour.

Sigh. Only 17 days till everything is over!

What I really wanted to eat today
– Coffee butter buns

1st APRIL 2015
I’m starting to get very tired of salads with no baby spinach and have been binging on soy milk.

It doesn’t help that the Cold Storage with the salad bar at Centrepoint closed down and I have no idea where else to get cheap $4.99 salads. My next alternative were Subway salads, but they were still pretty expensive compared to the Cold Storage ones.

What I really wanted to eat today:
– Carnivore
– Strawberry cheesecake cookies

2nd APRIL 2015
Today I walked by Twelve Cupcakes and they had my favourite seasonal cupcake flavor and I never wanted to stab something so much in my life.

A while later, I found out that my favourite Mr Bean pancake limited edition flavor was doing to disappear from stores by the end of the month.

Life sucks.

What I really wanted to eat today:
– Nacho cheese Mr Bean pancakes
– Baileys Irishcream cupcakes

5th APRIL 2015
Had a french fry party with my fast buddy because we both had bad sleep deprived days at work. And of course, I had corn, with no butter though.

Also, one of my co-workers started being vegan as well, except she isn’t off carbs most of the time.

What I really wanted to eat today:
– NTUC Roasted chicken
– Beehoon goreng with fried chicken

6th APRIL 2015
Forgot to mention that I found the cafe’s peanut butter stash a few days ago and have been steadily eating it as a staff meal (plus afew cherry tomatoes). In fact, I’ve gotten so good at eating it (I’m not even sure if you can get be good at eating something. Maybe crab.) That I managed to eat it into a ball.

What I really wanted to eat today:
– Bacon Cabonara
– Double cheeseburger with more pickles

8th APRIL 2015
Had an awesome soba party on my off day from the cafe w the fast buddy. Had two servings of green tea goodness and fried tofu each. Except for the sushi conveyor belt going around with food that neither of us could eat, the day was looking up.

After any meal, I went around looking for dessert, if I could find any. We poked around Cold Storage for chips and what not for about an hour before finally settling for corn, mango sorbet, pop rocks lollipops and dairy free/soy chocolate. I finished the chocolate within two hours of buying it and totally forgot about saving it for the next day. ):

What I really wanted to eat today:
– Sushi
– Steak
– Gong Cha Alisan Milktea

11th APRIL 2015
Shitake mushrooms fried in olive oil, spiced in cajun, salt and pepper with a side of cherry tomatoes.

I officially can’t stand the thought of a salad anymore and the cravings for carbo has only gotten worst. I want to punch something because I can’t have bread. This is agonising.

Things I really wanted to eat today:
– Pork sausages with mustard
– Egg mayo sandwiches
– Smoked Salmon
– Beer battered prawns
– Shrimp paste chicken wings

12th APRIL 2015
Met up with my mother after work and she passed me cut mangoes that she froze in the fridge. Had it for supper when I finally reached home.

Is it possible to get fat is you eat late even if it’s just fruits?

What I really wanted to eat today:
– Candied Bacon

13th APRIL 2015
Fast buddy cooked corn pasta and mushrooms for me today and brought it over. It tasted great, with more salt, cajun spice and alot of tabasco sauce.

Despite eating so much carbo/starch, I got hungry later in the day and came up with this after poking around the kitchen.
What can I say? I’m not much of a chef, just a really hungry vegan.

What I really wanted to eat today:
– Pecan pie

15th APRIL 2015
Finally, oh finally, the fast ends tomorrow. It was especially hard today, especially since fast buddy and I decided to have soba at Ichiban Boshi and they sat us next to the conveyor belt of sin.

To change things up a little in the day, I bought honey granola oat bars to eat at work. I was getting sick of eating bowl after bowl of peanut butter, you see. In fact, I’m pretty sure that over the month, I’d managed to eat half of what was left in the tub of peanut butter. This is not something I’d be very proud of in the long run.

Anyway, it struck me that even though I was still vegan, I could still buy food home to eat the next day. So started the hunt for melon pans all over town. Unfortunately, I only came to this conclusion at 8.45pm, when all the shops were closing. I only managed to get one melon pan. ):


Can’t wait to have a proper staff meal at the cafe tomorrow! Finally, a day where I’m not boiling, frying corn and eating peanut butter!

Off to get bubble tea first thing in the morning,

The Last Lap

Waddap, guys.

I have finally made it.

Well, sort of.

I just entered my last semester of school and my main exams are only 13 working (actual schooling) weeks away! I like the thought that I can roughly count down to how many weeks I have left in school but the more I blabber about it to others, the more it sounds like a jail sentence. If so, I’d better behave. Parole?

That being said, I regret to inform that I am in no mood for school at all. I haven’t bought my books and I still sit at the back of my class. Last I checked, two out of the three modules I’m taking requires group work on a 50% marking grid and I’m as sociable as a brick.

I feel like I graduated together with my other friends, who right now are like:

I apologize for following suit.

You see, I don’t feel like I’ve been in school for over a year. No, it’s not because of my depression, but because I’d spent a year not learning anything.

This is different from when my guardian taught me how to trim my own nails recently.
Don’t take me to be a spoiled brat, please. There are just something I don’t particularly care about to a point that people have to sit me down and do it for me. Or in this case, teach Cherie how to cut her nails and she would never have to waste tens of hundreds of dollars sitting in a nail salon.

Back to the point of not learning anything in the past 12 months or so, I really haven’t. The last 6 months, I’d spent my time re-taking modules for all that I’d failed two semesters ago and the 6 months before that, I was slaving away (well, not really) at my interning office. Yeap, no learning whatsoever, though I may have come across a few new porn genres… Alright, I kid.

But seriously, can you imagine how unpracticed I am with the whole notion of learning? I get to class and suddenly I’m thrown into this whirlwind of bizarre terminologies and monotonous lectures. I can’t skip lectures anymore in fear that I’d miss something (though I don’t exactly catch anything while I’m there) and I have to double check my classrooms because I am (still) so terrible with faces, it’s been two weeks and I still can’t remember a single classmate’s face. I won’t even start on how easily my classmates register information, making class skip ahead faster than I’d prefer and… and…

But I can’t give up now, can I? I only have 13 more weeks to go.

But that also means I only have 13 more weeks till my main exams.

13 more weeks to master 3 modules I am totally new to.

13 more weeks till I find out if I get to graduate or go into 4.2.

13 more weeks till I have to either graduate, get a job or not graduate and be buried alive by my dad.

I am not prepared at all.

I guess for a start I’ll buy my books and get started with my assignments.

It doesn’t help that I’m posting this at three in the morning. But hey, at least I said I’ll try. Don’t you give people brownie points if they try? Or maybe just a brownie. I’d settle for that right now.

More bad news, I heard there is going to be tedious calculation questions in all my modules this semester. I am very intimidated and dreadful, of course. But I must not forget that I am an engineer in training and that math can rule the world.

I’d better end here. It occurs to me that the earlier it get in the morning, the weirder things seem to get.



Daniel Kim

I’m running a fever right now. I feel like shit. All hot and cold all over. But then I found this guy and he makes me feel a tad bit better. (Was listening to mash ups)

Nothing much to say, really. I just this song alot. I like the cover alot. I like him alot.

I blushed when I watched this video.

I bet he sings the panties off his girlfriend because if he isn’t doing it yet then he should really get on with it.

Off to go get waterproof UNO cards. Leaving work early. I can’t stand being cooped up at my desk, need to walk this fever off.


Bloody Hell

Let me start this post with my very first tweet this 2014:

No, I’m not whining over the fact that I got my period on New Year’s Day, it’s the fact that it simply hasn’t stopped.

‘Bloody hell’, how very fitting. To not only be cramping through the start of the year but be bitched out when your mood swings like a pendulum, all at the same time. Not forgetting how horribly weak I’ve been feeling the past month due to my lost of blood, as I attempt to celebrate Christmas and not cry over the damn holiday. Hell indeed.

Here’s the low down:
It all started on the 27th of November, I wrote it down in my organizer. I wasn’t disheartened that I got my period a little early and just before my birthday, things happen and it wasn’t like I was planning on going swimming or something. The point is that it’s already the 7th of January 2014 and my uterus is still going strong.

I mean-

How big is the size of the damn thing anyway? Scratch that, who the hell does that thing think it is anyway, vivaciously spewing blood from between my legs as if I own a flipping blood bank?

I feel like this is some mean joke life is pulling on me. It probably went like ‘Hey, let’s take the periods of 10 women and put it into one girl! That ought to be fun!’ Fuck you, life.
Honestly, I’ve gotten so weak once, I envisioned bleeding myself into A&E. Why not? It’s already gone strong from more than a month. Might as well make something of it, right? Don’t you think it’ll be funny? Missing school because you couldn’t get your lady parts to bleed for you on time and normally like regular girls?

Period flow:
I’d be lying if I said I’ve been on heavy flow for the past month. Thankfully, I haven’t. If not, I probably wouldn’t even have the strength to be typing this.

The first week started out like any other period, heavy at first still it slowly turned to drips on panty liners before you are free to swim without needing Moses to part the red sea of your community pool. Only difference is that the drips never stopped and got heavier a couple days later, so here I am thinking ‘Maybe I sat down wrong and that piece of curdled blood couldn’t find it’s…exit.

This repeated for the next one and a half week. Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night, check myself and decide that it was safe to wear liners. The next morning I wake up to either a Japanese flag, or
So here I am wondering how many uteri I have down there, I’m genuinely curious to know right now. The worst case of bleeding happened just recently, when parts of my uterus lining decided to simultaneously detach itself from it’s walls and splatter onto a very unprepared pad. It wasn’t even the overnight kind, the poor thing.
If it wasn’t bad enough that I’d felt the entire free fall of blood chunks in the form of cramps and the feeling of involuntary urination when it exitsI just had to be climbing up a staircase two steps a time.
Words cannot describe the shame I’d felt when I saw blood along with chunks trickle down my inner left thigh, in the middle of Changi-fucking-Airport. I can only be thankful that nothing touched the polished floors of the corridor and that no too-kind soul had stopped to help me, thinking I’d miscarried or something. The amount of shame would be unbearable if that was to happen, imagine having to explain to him/her that I am not, in fact some slut that accidentally got herself pregnant and just had to miscarry her boyfriend’s child (boyfriend, who probably is some rich young punk whom is running away from his responsibilities) in the middle of an airport of all places, and they’d be like ‘Yeah, sureee’. Talk about being melodramatic, but hey, I was on my period and BLOOD WAS RUNNING DOWN MY FLIPPING LEG, OKAY?

This isn’t the first time my vagina has pull such a stunt, the first time was in a hospital, in front of my dad and a nurse who had just asked me if I were pregnant (it was an X-ray, guys). I recall being all ‘Well, oops there it goes, nothing to worry about now!’ while the nurse was pale with… disgust. Yeah, come to think of it, she did look like she was about to hurl. Back to point, having something like that happen to you in a hospital under such circumstance isn’t that favorable either.

Oh my God, I have never binged so hard in my life. I’ve tried to control myself but it’s the holiday season for Pete’s sake. Food is everywhere. Cakes,

ham, turkey and chocolate. Oh wow, chocolate.
Of all the cravings I’ve had, I’ve had the worst cravings for chocolate. If you know me well enough (it’s actually written in the cheat sheet, all you have to do is read.) I only ever eat chocolate while I’m on my period, just like how I try to dip everything into peanut butter while I’m not bleeding so ridiculously.

Trust me, during my preposterously long menstruation, I’ve had chocolate in any way possible.

  • Fondue
    Where I’d dipped anything and everything edible into. Cheesecake, banana bread, mini cupcakes, durian and custard puffs, fruits (to make myself feel a little better), you name anything on the buffet line that didn’t have any form of sauce or gravy on it, I’ve probably already tried it with chocolate, savory or not.
  • Bars of chocolates
    Whether I’d received it as an obvious last minute gift or just bought my own in bundles, no thanks to Christmas and holiday sales, I’ve had them in as many ways as I could find. Dark, white or milk. With or without nuts, raisins and sometimes rocky road. I’ve even had them with those little pop rocks sprinkled into it. I also managed to eat an entire large bag of Reeses PeanutButter Cups (because they just had to put the two of my most favorite spreads into one sweet treat together.) through the movie ‘Frozen’, much to my disappointment in myself.
  • Lindor Liquor Chocolate Balls
    These things should be banned around girls on their periods. I ate so many, got a nosebleed and was visibly tipsy. God knows how much a normal human being has to eat before he get to that point, so you can imagine how much I’d shoved into my body. I did just sick after. Good thing because I don’t think my body could have handled that much guilt.

Speaking of guilt, my binge eating was followed by hysterical crying after I’d purged at least 70% of the Lindor chocolates from my system and the gravity of how much I’d been eating came crashing down on me, coupled with the mood swings I’d been going through. My family wrote it off as me being dramatic and humorously drunk on liquor filled chocolates.

Anyway, I’ve told my friends about this and was practically forced to go see a lady’s doctor. Took a blood test, went for a few scans and am taking medication. These pills work like magic. After the first pill, my periods stopped completely. Still have to be on flow regulators though.

Oh well, at least I know

Book Review: Price of a Kiss – Linda Kage


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.


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


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


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:


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.


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:


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.”


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.”


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:


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


And he’s all:


And she’s like:

And I’m like:


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.


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


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.



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.


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


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.


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,