The wee-light of early morning started seeping in through the curtain, adding to my sense of unease particular to someone who knew she had done wrong and was most certainly about to get caught. Jason's morning-siren promptly started barking at 6:30 (no, really, the alarm is a dog barking
I am sitting at my parent's dinning room table in Taiwan, clicking anxiously on my mother's laptop
This week both me and this blog turned one-year older. As how I count my years since the age of 25, I am now only 17 years away from menopause. After 30, realism is the new optimism. But forget me. Lady and Pups is one-year old!!! Gosh! How did that happen and look what we've accomplished? 1100+ likes on Facebook!?? Practically legendary really
I'm gonna be away for the entire next week
All right. I admit it. I have been hiding something dirty from you. I have been for quite sometime now playing the role of a girl who gushes about red velvet things, woos-and-ahhs over seasonal muffins for weekends and salutes to tacos, sandwiches and raviolis for everyday meals, who even contemplates (but no luck so far) on creating the ultimate fairy-food salads to tackle the hippie crowds. Don't get me wrong because I love all that (maybe not the salads
Oh YAY! SHORT POST! Good for you because "Gawd! she's finally gonna shut up
(简体)（繁體) On Nov 28th at exactly 7:20pm, I got fed up. I've had my 5th servings of chronic-crashing on my chrome in 1 day and my whipped iTune seemed to be super-unnaturally allergic to my iPad because it decided to kill itself everytime at the sync of it. So in the attempt to steer my PC into the shinning new-era and deliver it to the promised land of salvation, I upgraded it to - Windows 8 (plug your best Angel music here).
(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