tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197997252024-03-13T23:41:59.208-07:00Interesting BlabberUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger412125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19799725.post-37400043724669317282015-07-11T00:53:00.002-07:002015-07-11T00:54:51.730-07:00Savour - Petite Gateau Class (Melbourne)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I spent a pretty large proportion of my time last year baking quite avidly. Cupcakes, macarons, cakes, bread, failed cakes, failed macarons, more failed cake attempts... you know the drill. Ever since moving out to Kingaroy and starting work, I also (finally) began to watch MasterChef. It was on one of these episodes where I first heard and found out about Kirsten Tibballs, a pastry chef who presented one of her entremets '<i>Eve' </i>to the contestants in either a master class or a pressure test (I can't remember which).</div>
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I was pretty blown away by the complexity of the challenge (you can read the recipe <a href="http://tenplay.com.au/channel-ten/masterchef/recipes/eve" target="_blank">here</a>) and noticed that she had the Savour logo on her uniform. </div>
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After some quick googling, I found out that Savour was actually a chocolate and patisserie school that offered an array of very professional looking classes! By that, I'm talking about using those $100 silicon moulds you see on masterchef, blast chillers, spray guns for chocolate, mountains of chocolates for tempering etc. Unable to contain my excitement, I told a close friend about how I would really love to do a class at Savour some day. The main thing stopping me was the costly price tag on these classes (a day class was about $260, or a 2 day course for $500). I even thought the school was just in Brisbane (how convenient right?).</div>
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So some time later, this said close friend I spoke to surprised me with a gift voucher for a cooking class that was contributed to from a few friends! THERE'S NOTHING STOPPING ME NOWWWW!!!!...<i>right?</i></div>
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When I looked once again at the website to pick a date, it suddenly dawned upon me that it was in Brunswick <i>VIC </i>and not Brunswick <i>Street QLD. </i>Genius as usual... What else to do but plan a Melbourne trip this year with mum and do the class while I was there, right?</div>
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So after months of anticipation, I was finally here sitting in the Savour meeting room with this baby in front of me, excited out of my wits!</div>
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It was the <i style="font-weight: bold;">best ever class</i>. The class I went for was the <a href="https://www.google.com.au/search?client=safari&rls=en&q=petit+gateau&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&gfe_rd=cr&ei=ScOgVdreJ8Pu8wfIsJWgCA" target="_blank">Petit Gateau </a>class, which basically means 'small cake' in French. These are the pretty little mousse based cakes you might get at a patisserie or at a fancy buffet.<br />
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They got us straight into things by splitting us into groups of 4, working together to measure out the ingredients of the multiple elements in each dessert. Cream by the litres... YUmMMm...<br />
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I just loved the fact that I was in a commercial kitchen, with all this massive equipment and fancy ingredients left, right and centre. I managed to snap a few photos through the day when I remembered while I tried to stop myself from grinning ear to ear non-stop.<br />
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More than half of the attendees were actually professional bakers or pastry chefs who were there on professional development! So I must say that while there is a lot of guidance and information provided during the class to help you through and minimise failure, it would be easy to make mistakes if you weren't surrounded by members in your team that were professional. There were many times I was just happy to watch one of my team members who was a Malaysian girl who had been working as a pastry chef for about 4 years.<br />
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We worked together to make three different petit gateaus, each dessert having at least 5 elements to prepare. I must admit, it started to feel a little like a MasterChef pressure test right before lunch because we were running a bit behind time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">And THIS is what you use to spray a chocolate coating all over a cake. Straight from Bunnings</td></tr>
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Enough boing technical information. I was surprised how much this class just invigorated and reignited that little flame of wanting to learn something. Over these months I've been feeling a bit dispassionate towards a lot of things, but that's for another blog entry.<br />
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Right now it seems that working as a pastry chef may be a very valid retirement plan :P</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19799725.post-25618008934972788522015-05-17T04:52:00.004-07:002015-05-17T04:52:39.088-07:00Tomorrow... May Never Come<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As I curl up on the couch, with the four airline blankets keeping my legs, toes and shoulders warm sipping my cup of coffee and reading, I can’t help but go ‘ahhh’ and smile to myself. (Note: My parents are avid plane blanket collectors, Thanks to them and Scoot, Singapore Airlines, China Air and Cathay Pacific, my legs and shoulders are warm).</div>
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But I know that this worldly comfort will not last. I’m very aware of the ‘extension’ God granted me here in Kingaroy over the past few months, and I sure bloody hope that I’m doing a semi-decent job not wasting this opportunity. Am I to use the time to serve more? Talk to more people? Connect on a deeper level with more people? Folks, it’s not like it’s terminal cancer or anything, but I believe many of us will be familiar with the feeling of knowing that something (good) is coming to an end, and then proceeding to ‘make the best out of your time’. </div>
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E.g. You know your holiday is ending in a few days, and with that realisation, chioooong to go and see/eat/do all the things you should have started doing earlier. </div>
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Or many of my friends who have studied away from Singapore may empathise with this - knowing that you are graduating at the end of the semester/year, and will be leaving Australia for good, you then proceed to book in ‘catch-up’ brunches, lunches, dinners, suppers at every opportunity and waking moment you have with people you were never close to, or would never have bothered to meet up with. </div>
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Perhaps it’s only a mere glimpse or snippet or what it must feel like for someone who is told they have terminal cancer, or for someone on death row. </div>
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You know you have a limited time frame, and therefore the only logical thing to do is to make the most out of it. <i>Right? </i></div>
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It’s <i>my </i>human nature to push everything to the last minute, and to only do something when I realise time is almost up. Similarly to how I always leave my applications, or work readings, or general ‘should-have-done-earlier’ things to do to the Sunday night just when I realise Monday is coming. I’m not saying everyone is a procrastinator, I’m just saying I am one, regardless of whether I suddenly realise I have 1 hour, or 1 week, or 2 months. </div>
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Just one of my many weaknesses and flaws, that I’ll hopefully get rid of…</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19799725.post-79575225472000592342015-03-27T16:53:00.000-07:002015-03-27T16:53:02.306-07:00Revelations?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The past few months have been what felt to me like a slight whirlwind of things, without being over dramatic. Working in the education department has allowed me to take holidays off during the school break, something I've been very thankful for over the past couple years. I get to almost take 8 weeks off from work at times without compromising my annual pay, how awesome is that?<br />
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Anyways, the holiday that recently passed were probably one of the most challenging ones - mentally, emotionally, physically. I questioned myself so many times during these couple of months what my true level of resilience was. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychological_resilience" target="_blank">Resilience</a> is something spoken about very often at work in Education, mostly spoken about in the context of a child. A child with low resilience might do some work with an OT or with a group of other children in order to develop and train themselves.<br />
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In <i>my </i>context, as stressor after stressor popped up, I didn't crumble, but I didn't function well either. I was exhausted mentally and couldn't really find the energy to do anything else but let my brain zone out when I had a chance. Perhaps the Australian work force has indeed been too soft on me, and I have, over the years, lost the ability to handle and respond effectively to stressful events. The things that broke me down were confrontations, or the anticipation that one might happen at any moment. The feeling on being on edge most of the time, with something looming at the back of my head was a very different experience to my carefree life in Australia.<br />
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Carefree life. I think I fully appreciate and understand that term now when I actually am living one.<br />
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Just check out the view of the sunset I get from my current home! You know how people say something has a 'magnificent view' or a 'breathtaking view' when they look out during a holiday? Well imagine having that all the time!<br />
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I have never been one of those who oo-ed and ah-ed at views or would ever think of paying for a 'room with a view'. My mum always never understood that and I suppose that influenced my view on views (hurhur pun intended). And I suppose being brought up in Singapore, there never was much of a view that would allow that much sky and nature.<br />
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Feel that warm sunshine on your face right now...<br />
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So after a rather tiring holiday, I returned to a couple more weeks of chaos before moving to an extremely gorgeous place where the views are amazing, the house is amazing, and I feel like my holiday has begun, and I'm thanking God for <i>every</i> <i>single minute.</i><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">This was a post I had typed up on the plane back to Singapore two months ago:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">One more trip back to Singapore to escape the summer heat in
Brisbane, and I find myself getting more and more lost in my motherland. A
couple of trips back I actually got lost in Singapore and had an episode where
I went to the wrong MRT station (Farrer Rd instead of Farrer Park). That was
when I first thought, oh dear, I’m really becoming a foreigner in my own
country. This time, I’m finding myself more often than not, taking a long time
to manage the Singapore coins when it comes to paying ever since we’ve had the
change in coins some time ?last year. I am no longer able to pay without
looking, and look like an absolute tourist. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">When does your home no longer become your home? Or, when does some
place become your home? I’ve asked this questions numerous times ever since I
left for UQ in 2009. Very quickly, a couple of years have now become almost 6
years, and I’m sure, might pretty soon get close to a decade. What did I figure
out in the 6 years? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I figured that at some stage, home is where your partner is. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But then I figured that home is still where your family is.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I also figured that home is where you are feeling most independent,
and to me this means where my car sits. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Home appears to be where my 3G line is. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Home might be where your friends are, but what if your friends are
ones that will leave and return to Singapore for good? Then perhaps you are
left with none. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /><span lang="EN-US">This will probably be one of those meaningless, aimless, terribly
written posts that have no clear subject matter, direction or conclusion.
That’s probably a pretty accurate reflection of my sentiments and brain right
now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19799725.post-4170228523285353852014-11-19T01:16:00.001-08:002014-11-19T01:16:07.218-08:00Passion, and rain<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Right now, rain is what I am feeling so passionate about. IT just invigorates me, quicker than any caffeine, aspartame or sugar can. The smell of rain immediately brings a smile to my face. The sound of a storm just fills me with so much excitement I start flapping my hands like a 5 year old on Christmas Day.<br />
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Thank God for rain! This town has desperately been needing rain for the crop.<br />
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My colleague mentioned this planner called the Passion Planner just an hour ago, and I saw it come up on my feed. The creator has been so generous to share her hard work with (freeloaders) like us, with a simple request that we share her Kickstarter video right here: So here it is, everyone needs a bit of a kickstart and a redirection once in a while hey?<br />
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<a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/angeliatrinidad/passion-planner-the-one-place-for-all-your-thought/widget/video.html" sl-processed="1" style="-webkit-transition: all 0.3s ease-in-out; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #81699b; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; transition: all 0.3s ease-in-out; vertical-align: baseline;">https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/angeliatrinidad/passion-planner-the-one-place-for-all-your-thought/widget/video.html</a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">So here it is, everyone needs a bit of a kickstart and a redirection once in a while hey? Find out more about it here:</span></div>
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<a href="http://www.passionplanner.com/get-the-2015-full-pdf/" rel="nofollow" sl-processed="1" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #81699b; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">http://www.passionplanner.com/get-the-2015-full-pdf/</a></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19799725.post-30863253198276600102014-08-15T04:01:00.001-07:002014-08-15T04:01:11.188-07:00Wanderlust.. NOT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's been far too long since this drafted post has been sitting in my blog. A full 5 weeks in fact! I cannot believe that it has already been 5 weeks since Nat has come and gone, and that I'm already halfway through yet another Term of work. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-14Wi47anGpg/U85P2vUIopI/AAAAAAAACxM/CGaWJ4GzdHU/s1600/CIMG2828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-14Wi47anGpg/U85P2vUIopI/AAAAAAAACxM/CGaWJ4GzdHU/s1600/CIMG2828.JPG" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
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You know how there has recently been that trend going around about <i>being thankful </i>or <i>being grateful </i>or <i>counting your blessings </i>etc, you get my drift? Perhaps more and more people are feeling that sense of loss, dissatisfaction, discontent, unhappiness and all despite all the luxuries, blessings and comforts that we have. If you are reading this, it means that you're already fortunate enough to actually have access to a computer, internet, the world wide web and its endless supply of knowledge and entertainment. Should <i>you </i>be unhappy or complaining about anything?</div>
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I'm thankful to say that all I can feel is thankful and grateful for what I have and live in right now. It occurred to me a while ago that this current stage of life that I am experiencing, is pretty much a living, breathing, ongoing working holiday. Almost 6 years ago when I left to study in Brisbane, is when that holiday actually started, and I'm glad to say it hasn't ended yet. </div>
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Having the luxury of finishing work before 5 (or 4 if I really wanted to), return home to rest and recuperate before heading to the gym, and having the long amazing mornings on the weekends to bake to my hearts content, to try the most annoying and failure-prone recipes, and then being able to <a href="http://intellectualme.blogspot.com.au/2014/05/stepping-up.html" target="_blank">use my skills</a> to raise funds for Destiny Rescue is a privilege and luxury I am almost <i>certain </i>I would not have if I had remained in Brisbane, let alone Singapore. </div>
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Everyday that I wake up and know that I am able come back from a day of work and not be completely spent and exhausted, is a day that I am thankful for. To be able to come home and have not just time, but energy to read and learn more about God is something I never did much of unfortunately through my years of life (even in Brisbane). It's an opportunity that I couldn't be more thankful for, knowing how easily God gets suffocated out of our lives once other distractions come in. Having people around that are like-mindedly interested in learning about God makes it all the better in a somewhat regional/rural town. </div>
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The joys and thrills I have had from waking up to frosty or foggy mornings as such (we're moving out of winter so the last of the frost has been seen I presume)</div>
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I feel like I'm on this holiday, this super extended holiday that has allowed me to still earn my keep, and yet enjoy the luxuries of time, space, fresh air, comfort. Until there is a greater need to move, I know my days here are numbered and this is definitely an experience I do not simply want to take for granted and forget. I know a lot of people, friends and even my family, think that this life I have now is nothing great, and that I am just being a country turtle unaware of the 'opportunities' or 'lifestyle' of the city that may seem so enticing. But I say, it truly comes down to a matter of priorities and preferences, and who is not to say that I am the most happy here? I am living in a nice comfortable bubble right now, and I know that will not last forever. So I will savour it and encourage others to take it on if they ever get the chance. </div>
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After spending about a quarter of a century on this Earth, I think this is the first time that I have become so in love and completely madly crazy over something that I can perhaps, officially call a hobby. </div>
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We all remember hearing that question either as a child, during an awkward group introduction, or a an orientation of some sort with strangers or acquaintances. Most of my life I've said that playing the guitar was my hobby, although I remember never being able to answer that question with full conviction at any point of time . Yeah I like playing the guitar, but I'm not really <i>obsessed </i>with it, neither do I do it every other day (now maybe I'll pick it up once a month or so).</div>
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Last year and this year though, I finally <i>did </i>find a hobby which I have grown to love and hate with a passion at times. Love to do it, but hate it when I'm in the midst of a marathon bake or when I'm baking for an 'event' of sorts. But I know that I ultimately love it, because,after throwing my hands up in the midst of a chaotic bake session (like when I was baking about 100 cupcakes to sell at the markets last month) and swearing off butter, eggs and flour forever, I jumped straight back into it the next day to bake another batch of cupcakes for church on Sunday. (You'd have thought I were nuts if you had seen how crazy it looked on a friday night with multiple bowls of batter, stacks of cupcakes and multiple piping bags of icing strewn around the kitchen and dining hall)</div>
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Here is a little project for 2014 which I have embarked on...<br />
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The goal to raise $1000 for Destiny Rescue, and organisation that saves girls who have been caught in the awful sex trade, mostly against their will in countries like Cambodia and Thailand.<br />
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When I verbally agreed to doing this, in my head, I kept saying to myself 'Yeah right as if you'll be able to do that'. Then one day, I had the idea that I'd turn my baking hobby into something that could raise some funds for the charity.<br />
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I had a bake sale during the Nanango markets in May just to try and get the word out. It was amazing, because out of the 80+ cupcakes that had been baked the nights leading up to the markets, only TEN were left. That meant an almost 90% sale which I couldn't really believe! I had half expected to be bringing back at least half the cupcakes!<br />
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It's been enjoyable, terribly tiring, exciting, rewarding and amazing all at the same time as I see how God has really allowed this opportunity to take flight.<br />
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Head over to www.cakesforacausekingaroy.blogspot.com to have a look if you are curious or if you would love to spread the word!<br />
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(I'm a terrible terrible sales and PR person and just really suck at advertising, so any props from you will be helpful just so that the word about Destiny Rescue gets out as well!)<br />
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Living out here in the country has been definitely eye-opening, but occasionally mind-numbing, depressingly isolating and lonely as well. I've had a chance to spend a heap of alone time, reflecting, thinking, planning, reflecting more, organ-idling to my heart's content and finding/re-igniting hobbies and passions. </div>
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For the past 8 months, I thought I would perhaps pick up a new hobby or skill (such as keeping a chook), or hone my existing skills in things like baking or music. Well the chook didn't happen (too troublesome and expensive to keep a chook just for it's eggs), and it recently dawned upon me how much I truly enjoy baking. Not cooking mind you, (I enjoy it, but spend most times microwaving for the sake of ease), but baking some how provides a more long-lasting satisfaction. (Probably because the stuff sits there longer than a plate of fried rice would)<br />
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I decided to compile shots of whatever cakes and bakes I've made over the past 8 months! They've all been edited with some ripoff version of instagram so that they look hippy and cool (who says I'm too grandma to use what those youngsters are using these days).<br />
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As you can see cupcakes have been my favourite thing to bake. Namely because they're pretty and bringing them to the office is such a joy. This has been one of the best investment hobbies I've had! Even if a batch of more 'atas' cupcakes might cost me a bit to bake (e.g. cream cheese, chocolate etc), the satisfaction from seeing hardworking teacher-mums in the office appreciating that mid-afternoon sugar hit is always worth it. If I can make someone's day or week for a dollar or two, why not right? Plus, I have a soft spot for working mums. :P (I rarely offer their kids cupcakes because they get enough sugar and aren't half as appreciative as their mums. Plus they don't need the sugar, it's their mums who do!)<br />
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One of the best hits I made, Strawberry Cheese Cupcakes (I know it's a hit when the teachers tell me their orgasmic, haha)</div>
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Ombre Raspberry Cake with Cream Cheese Icing (for my colleague's farewell). She's quite a princess-y girl which was why I thought a pink/purple ombre cake would suit her! </div>
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And then recently, one of the <i>amazing</i> bakers at church shared her <i>amazing</i> bread recipe with me, you know the ones where you get soft asian white bread? OMG NEW HOBBY!! These were my second attempt the day right after because it was just so addictive baking bread! </div>
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And I thought I would make it look fancy for a bit! But we chucked them in tupperware and headed out to the park anyways, so this was purely for photograpy's sake! These were my first attempts at baking the buns and breads. They were fluffy but not as fluffy as I wanted (and hence the OCD person in me woke up early the next day to try again)</div>
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The original Pumpkin Cream Cheese attempt. I was trying to make them Maroon in honour of the first State of Origin game between the Maroons and Blues. That's when I realised how impossible it is to make maroon with food colouring, haha.. </div>
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One of the random Saturday afternoon bakes.. I think it was raspberry brownies? (You can guess where the ingredients come from, haha) </div>
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I had heard about the Garnier Miracle Skin Perfector from one of our local bloggers early last year (I enjoy the occasional reading of our local bloggers just because it makes me feel connected to home when I feel homesick!). I must admit that I was pretty taken by the BB cream especially since it wasn't that expensive. However, I didn't want to jump in and buy the product immediately as I had always been a dry compact powder kinda person. </div>
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However, sometime last year, I managed to get my hands on a couple of sachet samples from the <a href="http://www.ekka.com.au/" target="_blank">EKKA</a> and must admit that I totall <i>loved </i>it. The BB cream wasn't gluggy and thick like the asian ones I had tried before despite being able to give pretty decent coverage. It also didn't turn me into a fail geisha, which most of them do especially when I'm a bit browner than those silky Gong-li girls on korean/japanese ads. </div>
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Being a fan of sample advertising (and to encourage Garnier to keep giving out samples to people like me, hurhur) I went to buy a tube of it. </div>
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I didn't realise that there were actual different versions of this product, and was pretty happy with the original fat tube I got. However, soon after I had bought that tube, I received a rather surprising e-mail from Garnier:</div>
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Now the last time I remembered ever winning any competition or lucky draw thing was when I was in primary school and Maccas had some lucky draw with every meal purchased (I won a bag or something). Most times, I'm not that lucky. Although I do tend to pick up money on the floor quite often (haha, my mum always finds it funny that I still find money on the floor even at this age!)</div>
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I was such a happy chappy when it came into my mailbox! (Aiyo look at that horrible shiny oily skin!)<br />
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Now, I have pretty crappy skin, depending on the time of the day/month/year/life cycle. Thankfully, I don't own a good enough camera to show you all the imperfections. So I found the biggest zit I could on my face and decided to do a cover-up test:<br />
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I'm no pro at doing these pretty picture things. I do what's the basic necessity of before/after shots. So don't mind the lack of photogenicity (if that is even a word).<br />
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And now my face looks slightly less shinier thank goodness.<br />
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There was actually quite a significant difference between the oil-free version and the oiled-up version. Although both gave me pretty much the same coverage, I did prefer the oil-free version as it was, well, less oily. Plus, for it's price (I think Coles/Woolies sometimes sells if for under $10 for sale), I think it's a great basic foundation to use when you're on the go! My housemate then still uses it! (I spied three tubes in her room that day, haha, and I myself still have the two tubes, one of which I always carry around in my handbag for the days I forget and leave the house without makeup).<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19799725.post-56711382576055561782013-08-02T21:30:00.000-07:002013-08-03T21:52:47.969-07:00Stockholm, Sweden in 1.5 days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Some of you might know that I made the crazy journey of spending a collective amount of 50 hours on planes across two weeks to head up to what was meant to be, sunny Zurich to spend some catch up time with the family. My brother-in-law, whom my mum says has 'itchy-backside', had booked a mini 6 day trip to Sweden, Denmark and Finland once he knew I was planning to come up for a trip (meaning that essentially, I only spent about 4 days in the actual Zurich house).<br />
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I decided to talk about the places separately since they were all such lovely places, albeit not actually seeing much except the malls.<br />
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Stockholm was probably was my favourite of the three. Home to the creators of Ikea, H&M, those yummy Swedish meatballs, Alfred Nobel (and where the Nobel prize ceremonies are held each year), and where the term Stockholm Syndrome came from (duh). One of the creators of a popular app (either Spotify or something like that) is Swedish as well, so they're touted as a fairly innovative society. <br />
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One thing I remembered most about Stockholm - Poor Ellie was down with a tummy bug! But she's such a precious little bub and didn't fuss that much despite being terribly sick.<br />
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This is her 'Oei!! Where my food go!??' look when she dropped it over the edge. Her perpetually drippy nose made her leave her jaw hanging most times and copious amounts of drool moisturised the family and every single piece of furniture at home.<br />
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So back to Stockholm. This was one of the few places where we actually acted like tourists and did 2 tourist-y things! </div>
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1. Buy tickets for the hop-on-hop-off bus (because Gaby just gets so thrilled when she sees a bus)</div>
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2. Visit a museum called the "Vasa Museum" that houses the only preserved viking ship . </div>
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Our trip to visiting the <a href="https://soundcloud.com/josparrow/hold-me-together?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=facebook" target="_blank">Vasa Museum</a> was bumpy and eventful. After suffering two spontaneous vomits and changes of clothes for Ellie (one at the hotel, one at Maccas, not including the one on my head), we finally made our way to catch the hop on hop off bus to the museum, which wasn't actually that far, but took a while due to the traffic in Stockholm. </div>
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And right when we're about to get our tickets to enter the museum, dear little Ellie does a third spew of the day, this time, all over daddy's jacket! It's a chaotic moment for everyone and we rush off to wash, dry, change, whatever we can (sour milk ain't that great smelling if it's on you), making our eventful day, much much more eventful than <i>any </i>tour could provide!</div>
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Thankfully we managed to catch on to an English tour group within the museum and learn quickly that the Vasa was a great warship built in 1628. But low and behold, guess what, as they set it on it's maiden voyage to fight against I can't remember who, the poor stability of the boat and waves cause it to flip, fill up with water, and sink after sailing barely a kilometer out from the shore! The waters weren't too deep, but the Vasa sat there until 1961 when technology was advanced enough for it to be hauled out of the murky waters. Apparently, the water had actually helped to preserve most of it's structure (something to do with salinity blah blah blah). </div>
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So here we are, staring at this great ship, that never even made it out the waters of Sweden, hahahah... I found that quite funny. But it was pretty marvelous to see a ship built in the 17th century!</div>
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Of course, how can anyone leave Sweden without eating the yummalicious Swedish meatballs?? Honestly, they actually had a flavour that was pretty similar to the Ikea ones! Except that the quality of the meat was much better, as well as the actual cranberries you can spy on the side of the plate in place of that goopy jam Ikea gives you. <br />
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We spent most of the remaining time checking out the malls for cheap baby clothes for the kids, or looking for nappy changing tables, or food, or a place to sit down. Haha, not what you might call an ideal European tour, but being with family and just going through all the chaos together makes it enjoyable and memorable!<br />
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Ending off with a nice candid family shot taken after fantastic seafood dinner in Copenhagen.<br />
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The area around the South Burnett region is slightly elevated at certain regions. This means that the temperature around here is generally several degrees colder than Brisbane. We've had a few cold weeks and days where you would find frost on the grass or on your car if it wasn't parked indoors (unfortunately I'm normally quite blind and unobservant and have yet to see this for myself).<br />
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Yet on some mornings as I drive off to work, the land is cloaked in a heavy fog that provides a visibility of perhaps 15-20m (Ok I'm not that good at gauging). It was scary the first time I drove through such thick and heavy fog, but most people are are aware and keep their headlights on. And as long as you're not blind drunk, it's pretty safe driving in fogs (or so I think for now).</div>
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There are many times in my life where I feel that everything is quite crystal clear, where I know or am sure of some things or plans I have for the future. Times where I can see so clearly ahead and think to myself, 'yup that's what I'm going to do and going to be like'. Times where the inner pedantic planner in me has the plan down to the minutest detail. Times where it all feels like this: </div>
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Anyways, back to what I was saying, many times I have no idea where the hell I'm going, except for the immediate, what is right in front of me. I suddenly have no inkling of what is to come, what I'm going to do, what the future holds. It gets frustrating, confusing, depressing all at the same time. Just following the road as you come to it, not knowing what's ahead unless someone with a headline is coming towards, giving you just enough warning to watch out and not crash.<br />
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The two week holiday that consisted of 51 hours flying in the air, transits and stops at 8 airports in 7 different countries left me pretty wiped out when I arrived back on Aussie soil two Sundays ago. Albeit feeling more drained than I was refreshed from the 'holiday', I enjoyed every bit of it on hindsight. </div>
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Seeing your nieces gain each milestone, each smelly poo, each cranky night (ok that I don't really miss), each cuddly moment, <i>that </i>just flies past and doesn't come back once it's gone (or at least until I have my own). </div>
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Now I think I haven't put up many photos of them this year, or ever since Ellie was born. Well, at least not as many as I used to when Gaby first came in the picture! But for those of you who know my sister and have missed out, here are the two little rascals she has now..</div>
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I was telling my sister that it was exactly 2 years ago when I made my second trip up to Zurich to see the then 8/9 month old Gaby. (They're almost exactly 2 years apart). Actually, now that I think of it, I don't think I had been up since then (I cannot believe how poor my memory of events are.. I can't even remember what I did this time last year)!<br />
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I told her that the 8-9 month age is still my favourite period in all baby-hood. Where they're moderately independent at sitting up so much so that you can leave them there, but not mobile enough to go running around like headless chickens.<br />
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What did I say about that perpetually shocked look. I never imagined my sister would be running around with a double buggy, or 2 prams. I just assumed that children magically walk themselves.<br />
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Star Trek was AMAZING. I simple <i>cannot </i>begin to rave about how everything in the movie was just awesome, from soundtrack, to cheesy light flares. I am no where near a true Trekkie, but merely a convert after their first movie in 2009 (was it?).<br />
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I remember that evening when a few guy friends were trying to convince Siyi and I to watch the movie when it came out. We made the typical 'whaaaat.... don't want la... so geeekyyyyy' comments and reluctantly went.<br />
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Perhaps it was the graphics, or the large Imax screen, or the fantastic Dolby Surround sound, but both of us really enjoyed it much more than we expected. I personally enjoy 'prelude' movies that bring you right to the beginning of a story, whether it be one of the Marvel movies or whatever. It just allows typical non-fans like me to follow the story from the start and fell like you haven't missed much.<br />
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It has been ages since I've shared anything online, in a blink of an eye the next term has gone past right before my eyes! I really count my blessings each day that I work within Education, especially the fact that I have the flexible option of taking student school holidays off as well without actually taking leave! The work might be hard at times, but effectively I am able to actually not work for 8 weeks a year (or more actually!)<br />
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6 months out living in the country, and I wouldn't be honest if I said I loved every bit of it. The social isolation can sometimes be a bit discouraging, especially when people ask "so what do you do on the weekends?" and I say "nothing really, sometimes talk to myself?".<br />
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But what surprises me though, is how much I <i>actually love </i>staying out here! For one, here's my massive big house (pictures courtesy of a friend who came down and visited and provided awesome Canon shots): <br />
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It still amazes me how you can go up to someone and ask, 'So... how large is your property?' and they go without batting an eyelash 'Oh, only 40 acres..." Singaporeans out there - how many of you actually know how <i>big </i>an acre is? Here's some perspective from Google..<br />
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These are the wetlands that are just across from my place, by far one of the most gorgeous things I have ever seen! This picture was taken without any funny effects or editing, it is what it is!<br />
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<b>3. Drinking Rainwater is normal and BETTER than drinking town water</b><br />
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Now this statement sometimes comes to a shock to not only people back home, but even people who have lived in metropolitan Australia all their lives. I didn't think much of it when I initially came out here, but basically, every house would most likely have a rainwater tank behind their house. These tanks collect rainwater run off from the gutter. They go through a couple of filters here and there, and voila, we drink it. <i>Everyone </i>out here tells me sternly 'DON'T DRINK THE TOWN WATER'. This refers to water that is processed by the towns and comes out from most taps in the toilets and what not.<br />
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People have different piping systems depending on how they choose to install them when they build their houses. Some only have tank water going to the toilet, some only have it going to the kitchen, some have it going to every pipe in the house. It's such a different world as to how we just buy ready made houses back home and perhaps, fuss about flooring or tiling. Even if you do build your own house in Singapore, you wouldn't be fussing about town vs tank water as well.<br />
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Unfortunately, my tank water is rather dirty. The tank and pipes are so old that rust and some form of fungi often come out of the tap as well. I don't drink my own tank water, rather, I drink the tank water at schools where they have clean and well-maintained tanks. It has become so that I find Brisbane town water rather distasteful! My town water basically smells like a combination of sweat, chlorine and iron/blood. It stains the white ceramic tiles yellow, and causes the metal tap heads and pipes to develop blue rust. (Now go back and think of Secondary school Chemistry as to what element might be bringing about blue reside, haha). also, the town water tastes reallllly bad. Like salty and gluggy.<br />
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One thing living out here has also made me is grateful. Grateful that when I do go back to Brisbane for a weekend, I can take a shower with my mouth open and not splutter!<br />
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Here are a couple of my neighbours! Many people own properties and farms here. I go to the staff room and listen to teachers talking about how their husbands have to do some work on the fencing in the farm, or that they have to maintain the farm or stuff like that. Most of them aren't farmers or anything like that, they just enjoy having a farm as a hobby! <br />
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<b> </b>Even my Speechie supervisor has cows! Just for consumption mainly. She explained how they had a mobile butcher come in for a couple hundred dollars to get meat for them. Basically, you call in a mobile butcher who drives in with a portable cool room, he shoots your cow, drains the blood in the cool room for a couple days, takes the skin/hide whatever you call it, chops it up for you and you pack it away. You then have to dispose of the bones and offcuts yourself. She says they normally burn or bury it. A cow gives her husband and her about a year's supply of beef. I'll have to talk more about cows in another post! I've just learnt so much about them!<br />
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There are a lot more things about the country that surprise me everyday, and I'll try and pen them all down to share before I become too complacent and ungrateful for all that's out there for me right now! <br />
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When I often scroll through people's status updates, picture uploads, comments and unashamed exclamations of how fantastic/crummy/emo/yummy their lives are, there are always a couple of things that will make me smile to myself like a bemused old grandma looking at her grand kids photos.<br />
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One thing that always makes me smile, is when I see someone I know whom I experienced some period of my life with (i.e. secondary school or primary school mates), announcing an engagement. Marriage and weddings are always happy events in my heart, they're full of those 'aweee' moments, and I love seeing that these people I once knew who were once immature kids (like myself), were taking the next step in life and progressing. I find it even more depressing when you are surrounded by depressed people. And seeing other people move forward should only encourage you to move forward too. <br />
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What makes me smile even more, is when they announce that they've received a HDB flat (because it's just so darn bloody hard to get a flat in Singapore, I think these guys deserve all the congratulations and celebrations they can get.<br />
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Another thing that ALWAYS makes me smile, is when someone I know who has been chasing/courting someone else <i>finally </i>gets attached to the person they've been after! It's almost like watching a real life rom-com (without the rom-com details) don't you think? Where it gets to that ending and you go '<i>Awwwww....'</i><br />
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I love it even more so when I see young mums, or peers who go on to have kids. Well, actually to be honest that one is a bit of a mixed emotion, we all know why. I see way to many kids with crappy parents at this point of time I don't understand how these adults can be so superficial.<br />
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<i> </i><br />Another thing I feel really happy seeing is people succeeding when our education system had made them out to fail. For instance, that kid who was in the bottom class and who now holds a university degree from an overseas uni. I love seeing the underdogs rise, and love it even more that they are able to fight the stereotypes Singapore may have unknowingly imposed on them. Who cares if it's an overseas degree, it's still a tertiary education.<br />
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I think it's mainly seeing people that I have (sort of) grown up with, having seen them as children, or angsty teenagers, or emo adolescents and then now, seeing them grow up and enter the world as adults, ready to take on and care for the next generation.<br />
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It's progress that makes me happy. :)</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19799725.post-39105402801545423012013-02-28T01:49:00.002-08:002013-02-28T01:49:31.671-08:00Being Blessed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I must say that God truly has been kind to me. The past month flew past, literally! I hadn't realised that my 'happy meal' photo was actually a month old! It seemed like it was just last week when I prepared and microwave-cooked that meal oh-so-lovingly.<br />
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But now that I'm in my new giant Queenslander home out in the country-town-stopover-point with a population of 165, all set up and comfortably working at the desk, the memory of me living out of a suitcase, rotating between literally 7 outfits, not looking at myself in the mirror at all (I had gotten so pro at putting on my foundation without a mirror and occasionally putting on eyeliner with the ipod reflection), has faded to what seems like a distant past. To think that all that was merely 2 weeks ago!<br />
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While I tried my hardest not to whinge and whine through the 2 months of homelessness, and to be grateful for all the generosity people showed me in letting me sleep and lodge in their houses, there were a couple points in time where I just got so tired of it and just felt like giving in and renting <i>any </i>apartment. Patience was wearing thin and I began to wonder what exactly God was planning and wanting to do. At these moments I went in my head <i>'Seriously God!??'</i><br />
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I'm glad he showed me so much patience, and in turn, I'm glad he made me a bit more patient.<br />
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Living out here has been humbling, empowering, depressing and enlightening all at the same time. It's times like these where you get to reflect, or realise what and how you actually are.<br />
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On a slight digression, Pastor at church spoke about how our generation has to be wary of what we throw up out on the world wide web. Things we post, say, tweet, instagram etc (often enough) cannot be retrieved. But this, I definitely want to put out there for it to stay on the world wide web.<br />
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<i>Thank you Mickey for helping me set up and settle in all through last week so caringly and lovingly. Getting the furniture and completing the jobs and errands like a 'house-husband', being my chauffeur and sending and picking me up from work each day and being just a 'whatsapp' away all time. Clearing away all the disgusting cobwebs and doing the laundry almost everyday so that I wouldn't have to during the weekend. And cleaning up that disgusting ancient washing machine and leaving it so pristine that I would actually believe it was new!</i><br />
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<i>Thank you for so selflessly thinking of my welfare and well-being as you went about choosing bits of furniture for the room, and moving them around despite it probably being back breaking, and putting them together with my very girly and puny tool set and not whinging one bit about the calluses or blisters the lousy screwdriver gave you.</i><br />
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<i>For not complaining about the horrible mat we slept on despite your bad back, and accepting my stubborness in taking my time to actually buy a mattress only on the last day you were here, and then for so gung-ho-ly shoving it into your car and bringing it back to the house just so that I could save $20 on delivery (knowing what a stinge I am).</i><br />
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<i>For going to ALL the different asian shops and sussing them out, so that I would feel comforable going back to them after being there before with you, knowing that I would have probably hidden in my little hut for the rest of the year had we not gone to eat there first. </i><br />
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<i>And most of all, for doing all that, despite knowing what our decision was and what our plan was going to be at the end of the week. Despite knowing all that, you still helped me whole heartedly, still loved me so selflessly, that I sometimes can't bear to think of it.</i><br />
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<i>I think this is something you need to be credited for, and that it is something that deserves to remain on the world wide web for all to see till the computer age ends. </i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19799725.post-71805852370447589982013-01-30T00:55:00.001-08:002013-01-30T00:55:29.302-08:00HappyAnd that's what I call a happy dinner! <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wj958TqtVGc/UQjf_scUKUI/AAAAAAAABng/xEKMSvHKAWg/s640/blogger-image-1417533620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wj958TqtVGc/UQjf_scUKUI/AAAAAAAABng/xEKMSvHKAWg/s640/blogger-image-1417533620.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19799725.post-48335952282449521142013-01-28T15:25:00.001-08:002013-08-03T21:54:35.039-07:00Growing Up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Having spent merely a week as a true working adult (the last time I did I was 19, so that's not officially 'adult' age yet), and so quickly having my first paid public holiday, and then now having a half day/day off because I am unable to access my work place/town due to the flooded roads, I decided to finally sit my bum down after a long 2 months and put up something on the blog.<br />
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I remember the time I first started this blog, and would have tonnes of 'aha!' moments where I thought about issues and posts I could write about. Those who have read and followed might notice that this nature of penning my thoughts changed quite a bit and I moved towards more factual or anecdotal posts as opposed to purely opinionated ones. Probably half due to me getting lazy and using pictures to speak, and the other half due to brain proteins denaturing from underuse.<br />
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Anyways, long story short, I had been debating internally as to whether I should continue blogging, let's just say due to confidentiality issues. But then I had one of those 'aha' moments on Friday when I got back from Kingaroy and thought, now I <i>should </i>write this down somewhere regardless. (And now, since I'm sitting and waiting unknowingly for the roads to be reopened I thought I should just do it now).<br />
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As I was getting into my car for the gazillionth time on Friday to go to a friend's place, I had this sudden thought that ran through my mind,<br />
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I remember watching a movie not too long ago called by the name of 'Courageous', and one of the men asked his fellow colleagues this question:</div>
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One said it was when he passed his driving, another said it was when his dad told him he was and so on. That made me really ask myself recently, when did I become an adult? Did <i>I </i>have that moment where I said 'Yes I am' or that sudden sense of pride? I suppose I had always thought of myself as an almost-adult ever since getting on my scooter in 2010 and filling up my own tank with $5 worth of petrol, but I knew I still had much to learn, and that I still would not be taken seriously. </div>
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Is there an age where I would be certain I was an adult? I time where I wouldn't do anything stupid? I suppose as children or youths, we think adults are mature and never make mistakes, when in fact they still do, more often than we think. I remember looking at our teachers with great respect, regardless of their age (except for the dodgy 19 year old relief teachers we got once in a while that were so obviously still children). But now that I'm suddenly on the other side of education, and actually being almost one and the same with teachers, I realise that, they are still like any other young girl out there, still wanting to live their lives, still cracking silly jokes, making silly mistakes or acting <i>young. </i>Our teachers just knew how to conduct themselves when they were in front of us, and probably when they returned to their staff rooms, they had their nail and hair talk, whinge and whine sessions, or gossip about the cute PE teacher or what not. </div>
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What I've decided so far is, it's a gradual process. And for now, despite feeling slightly more like an adult buying insurance, and taking into consideration other financial issues, I feel quite sure that I'm probably not going to feel like a complete adult until I have a child at least. (Even some mums I know now seem very much a child themselves). When does it change? I don't know. When did it, or when will it for you? </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19799725.post-87105797459132088432012-11-27T03:35:00.000-08:002013-08-03T21:54:08.337-07:00Jersey Boys<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I caught Jersey Boys with my mum when she came down during September. I hadn't realised that I didn't actually write a review of it despite enjoying the musical <b>IMMENSELY. (</b>I was probably tied up with school work and entertaining my mum).<br />
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Jersey Boys tells the story of how Franki Valli and the Four Seasons came to be, following their journey it good ole' dodgy New Jersey. The band was big through the 1960-70s, pretty much around the same time as Elvis I suppose, and eventually disbanded and reunited over several 'dramatic' events. Franki Valli himself is still alive, and played a part in mentoring and giving advice to the different cast members throughout it's production in America as well as other international casts such as the Australian one.<br />
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I first came across Jersey Boys when we visited London in 2010 and saw it advertised in West End. As I was pretty clueless as to who they were or what songs they sang (although my mum was more well versed,), I did a quick google search and immediately fell in love with the musical. I quickly came to realise that I actually knew quite a lot of their hits! (Big Girls Don't Cry, Can't Take My Eyes Off You, Walk Like A Man etc. Unfortunately, we were tight for time and unable to catch the musical over Christmas, hence when I saw that they were touring Australia, I leapt at the chance and actually asked my mum to arrange her travelling dates to BNE according to ticket availability at QPAC!<br />
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The musical is fantastically enjoyable if you know their music, and even more so if you're a sentimental who enjoys being brought back in time to the 1970s. The script and character development of each person is great, such that you end up actually feeling connected to them. I was surprised how sad I was when the musical depicted them being disbanded! It made me realise how quickly I had come to love them all as individuals, and as a band.<br />
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This is a wordy post, but my main message is targeted to any of you lucky people in Singapore right now...<br />
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<b>GO AND CATCH JERSEY BOYS!!!!</b></div>
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You can get your tickets<a href="http://www.jerseyboys.com.sg/buy-tickets.htm"> here</a>, although they are fairly overpriced (I think it's because it's at MBS) but it's a great great great musical to bring your parents to if they were into music of that era (But no point if they don't enjoy music or have no idea who they are though). Even if you did buy a $55 ticket, you would get a nice big overview of everything I reckon. My mum and I sat near the front, but got seats with restricted views by the side (hence at a cheaper price), which resulted in a bit of blockage here and there, but the energy in teh audience was just <i>amazing. </i>I suppose I was probably the youngest person there or the only one born in the 1980s in the audience, but that made it even more enjoyable for me, as I saw people my mum's age livin' it up and having a good time clapping and wriggling their bottoms during the different songs. =))) </div>
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:) <i>ciao</i></div>
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I think it has finally begun to sink in today.. The fact that I have completed my 4 year tertiary education in Brisbane, and that soon, I will be deemed a responsible adult who's life will no longer revolve around numbers such as 1st year, primary 4, secondary 3 etc, and that in a month or so, I will officially be deemed a Speech Pathologist an no longer a <i>uni student. </i><br />
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It's exciting yet daunting all the same, I know I'll get there eventually, don't we all?<i></i><br />
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Someone told me that self-discovery is very important. And I agree that it definitely is something that is part of the process of developing yourself, your values, personality and expectations, and through that self-discovery, you hopefully find the best way to handle yourself.<br />
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I personally prefer to 'deal with myself' as if I were someone else (as crazy and loopy as it sounds), but hear me out. Let's imagine this scenario: You're a teacher/parent with a troublesome kid - a 5 year old who is throwing a temper tantrum, refusing to take a shower when you want him to and refusing to eat when you want him to. And if you are currently a teacher or parent, you might identify with that feeling of frustration and anger when he just refuses to cooperate. You think in your head: "<i>Why can't you just do what I tell you dammit!??"</i>. And this might end up as a push/pull fight, whether physical or not, to see who wins that 'power struggle' of doing what they want to be done.<br />
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Often, we get lost and engulfed in that moment. I know I do sometimes. Just becoming telescopic and trying to figure out and get him to get from Point A to B by force. But sometimes, doing so in a forceful manner ends up wasting a lot of time (due to the constant push/pull between the both of you), and causing a lot of unhappiness for both parties. Sometimes if I'm too tired, I end up being trapped in that cycle of pushing and pulling (imagine those 'Yes!' and 'No!' arguements). But sometimes, if I have the energy, I think to myself "<i>hang on.. This is getting no where. Let's just think for a moment why he's behaving this way. What does he actually want?"</i><br />
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And then I take myself out of the situation and just visualise our little squabble as if I were a third person (ala out-of-body experience) and ask myself, how would I deal with this if I were someone else? I might then try something different, or just step out of the moment for a while to calm down. Sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesn't. But either ways, at least I become a bit calmer and not burst a blood vessel trying to do something.<br />
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This is one of the ways I <i>'self-discovered' </i>about dealing with myself. Taking myself out of the moment, looking at myself and saying '<i>hang on, what would this look like to someone else?' </i>or <i>'how would someone else deal with this?'. </i>And similarly, it ain't a perfect technique, but it's one of my many coping mechanisms. Probably something I never did when I was younger, especially whilst going through that teenage angsty age (when I read my diaries written then, omgtheshame!<br />
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I've discovered a lot more things about myself just over the past 2-3 years, like how I know I'm not a hermit, and can never be one (I used to think I could when I was younger), but I started talking and enjoy it too much to ever go back into recluse. Or how I discovered I'm not actually ready to have children at a very young age (I used to think that you could give me a baby <i>anytime </i>and I'd be fine and dandy, but I discovered that you literally give up your life for your child). But that's all for another time perhaps. <br />
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So some of you might already know that my sister had her second little daughter, Ellie about 2 weeks back, and that the first one, our dear Ah Bee (as if Gaby could be any shorter), is turning two on Halloween.</div>
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And while I was sad that I couldn't be there to feel every hiccup, kick, push and shove through my sister's belly, I got to see her embracing soon-to-be motherhood through Skype and her blog (Whatever would we do without technology!)<br />
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She just looked so tiny and rat like! I only managed to go down during her 3rd month over Christmas '11, and even then, she was the tiniest ball of soft, mushy, screaming 'du-lan-ness'. I couldn't see any distinct features in her face yet (apart from her frowns and face cringes when she cried, which seemed rather often), and I completely couldn't imagine how she would look like! <br />
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She looked much more like a human with her scruffy, fluffy hair. And I remember that I <i>could not</i>, for the love of me, get enough of her baby scent! I just kept inhaling her nice baby smell every single chance I could. Seriously, if they made baby scents into a perfume, all guys would need to do would be to let girls catch a whiff, and I'd guarantee they would go weak at the knees for sure!<br />
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And after some more months of hair growing/hair cuts, our lovely little Bee is now a <i>toddler. </i>(She actually toddles omg!!!) <br />
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And so, I <i>finally </i>got the chance to have a good look at Ellie (now affectionately called 'Ah Lee') just a few nights back when my mum and sister were free enough (And after my thesis was submitted).<br />
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My mum tells me she's a complete opposite of Ah Bee, she's a perfect little baby, sleeping and being noiseless during the day, but cranking it up <u>real </u>loud at night (most unfortunately). But still, she's proven to be a really 'easy baby' as said by my sister, and doesn't seem to fuss much. One of the key difficulties with Bee was that she refused to take the pacifier or bottle, hence making it difficult for my sister to leave her side as she demanded only her mum's boob for sustenance.<br />
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And to prove that Ah Lee was a SUPER sound sleeper during the day, and that nothing could be done to keep her awake in order to make her sleep at night, my mum demonstrated with plentiful prodding, how solid a sleeper Ah Lee was. (She really poke damn hard leh) <br />
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Before deciding to re-enter that heavily drugged state (good thing about having 2 girls both born in the same month in a country with 4 seasons, you can use the exact same set of clothes!)<br />
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So I was talking to my sister one day, and she mentioned that she was considering purchasing a KitchenAid as it was going on half price up in Zurich (so jealous). For those of you who aren't aware, the KitchenAid can costs close to $1000, and is one of the most AMAZING mixers ever. <br />
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I said this because I was quite certain I had seen KMart selling their ice cream makers for $20 one day. KMart has HEAPS of amazing fun kitchen devices that look amazingly appealing to children, and would make fantastic inexpensive gifts for (poor) friends.<br />
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For an in expensive $20, I proudly brought home my new toy to trial!</div>
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Now in all honesty, because the ice cream maker does not have an actual electrical freezer component, do not expect to make and eat your ice cream on the same sitting. And and and... always make sure you have enough freezer space and planning before making ice cream! Unfortunately, this little baby isn't one you can just conveniently whip out and use, as you need to freeze the freezer bowl at least 24 hours prior. ( Hence the need for planning).</div>
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Key tip and reminder of using this device: KEEP EVERYTHING AS COLD AS POSSIBLE! This meant keeping the mixture cool before putting it in, freezing the bowls, not doing it in the hot blistering sun etc. </div>
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The ice cream maker is a simple device, it basically churns your cream while it slowly freezes in a cold cold bowl. </div>
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A snapshot of my peanut butter and dark chocolate ice cream in the process! Yummmm (it turned out to be way too rich though)<br />
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One mega let down is the limited capacity of the device. Overloading it resulted in this big mess, and I had to stop the churning mid way as the ice cream began pushing up on the lid and I was afraid of spoiling the mixer in one day. <br />
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As you can see, we were alll prepared to eat it the ice cream once it had finished churning.. Unfortunately, this didn't really happen and we had more of a chocolate-sorbet-soft-serve type ice cream. (Which was still pretty awesome).<br />
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Although the cost of ingredients and effort kinda took up as much as one tub of 4L Coles ice cream on sale, the experience was still fun. AND, you get to pick your own flavours! (Like the peanut butter and nutella you see sitting at the edge of the counter!)<br />
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I would recommend this anyday if you had a big enough freezer, ate ice cream <i>quite </i>frequently, or my favourite, had kids with perhaps dietary needs and required lactose-free sugar-free everything-free ice cream. It's a fun event, and it feels better eating your own home made ice cream! <br />
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