Previously on Lady and Pups, the bloodthirsty 9-days marathon of recipe-massacre was mercifully ended by the heroic Jasmine green tea granita, thus temporarily closed the tormenting gap between culinary imagination and reality. But the narrative failed to mention the other type of food blog-limbo. One that's even more ill-hearted, ironic
I have not gone mad I assure you. I think. This is not a slap on my own face regarding what I just said about people not keeping it realz, I assure you again. I think
We can at least all agree that it sucks to live under someone else's shadow right? It's a cruel life to carry if you know that you'll forever be on the edge of someone else's spotlight. Does anyone aspire to be Robin who always looks comparatively ridiculous in his spandex and at least one foot shorter than Batman? Whoever marries Prince Harry
The other night during my thrill-less routine of midnight internet-surfing, I came across an article about the mysterious effect of mind has on physical wellness. You know, happy people healthy life kind of thing. (By the way Hello, my name is Mandy and I'm a hypochondriac. Those who are just here thinking there'd be "better-than-Paris" duck, feel free to skip and scroll right to the bottom
(Chinese versions coming soon) Did I mention I was going on vacation? Malaysia. 10 days. Be jealous. So for that reason I'm "pre-writing" this one
(简体)（繁體） Once upon a time in a land far far away, there lived a young girl. Everyday after school, she took the same road home, wearing her same brown shoes, humming the same little song. One afternoon just like the day before, she passed by the usual food stall on the way, but felt unusually hungry. She realized that she forgot to eat lunch because she was probably too busy chasing boys during lunch break. Remembering what her mother had always warned her about the forbidden street snack, she reached for the changes in her pocket and hesitated. An old, wrinkly lady behind a huge wok of boiling grease smiled at her and said, "Hi there, little one. Would you like to have some Salty-crispy chicken? Oh they are awfully delicious." The little girl pondered about all those stories her mother had told her. Stories about little children who disobeyed their parents' warning and ate the forbidden street snacks. Stories about the horrible things that happened to them afterwards
(简体)（繁體） Lately Jason's been GRILLED at work like a turkey on Thanksgiving, and soon gonna be off on a business trip for 2 days. As an imaginary modern woman I loath at myself for saying it, but this can only mean one thing. I AM SO~ooo~OOO BOOOOOORED (twisting and moaning
(简体)（繁體） I assume people meant my ethnicity, not the city I currently live in, but even that has no easy answer. Three decades of my life so far are sort of evenly spent in three different locations. The country I was born in but haven't lived in for more than 2 decades. The country I spent all my teens therefore granted me a citizenship of. Then there's the city I feel most at home, where it shaped me into an individual and till this day, still defines me. So which one are they talking about? Oh, and of course this shithole place where I'm currently residing in for the past 3 years, where I don't even want my name to go anywhere near the close proximity of. I think it's safe to say that I'm a product of the environment of a shrinking globe. That I'm suffering from identity crisis. So I guess it's only biologically natural that this illness is inherited down to the offspring of such individual. May I introduce you the very bizarre, very confused Chicken Rice Juuuuunior! Wait