Spicy Orange Wings

1 cup orange jam or marmalade, (strain if contains an excess of orange rind pieces)

1/3 cup rice vinegar

1/4 cup hoisin sauce

1 tablespoon soy sauce

Honey-Brined Southern Fried Chicken Breasts - Lower Fat Fried Chicken Breast Recipe (foodwishes.com)

Ingredients:
2 boneless-skinless chicken breasts
3 cups cold water
1/4 cup kosher salt
1/4 cup honey
1/4 cup buttermilk
1 cup flour1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon garlic salt
1/2 teaspoon onion salt
1 teaspoon black pepper
lots of cayenne
vegetable oil for frying

Why did the ghost cross the road?

What kind of person am I?

I feel like I'm covered so deeply with so many messages of who or what I'm supposed to be that I can't tell who I am.
If I was raised differently, would I be the villain?
Or would I be the calm, confident person that I'm not? 

Who am I?

Who will I be?

Was everything real?

Ramadan

Gonna take this month to reflect on how judgmental and bitch I've been acting lately. #rechargingbatteries

Reflection Journals.

I wanted to write a crock & bull story about how the media forced me to buy so many useless stuff but as I did, this story took shape. I guess, no matter how we try to hide it, the truth comes calling eventually.


Question: 2) Share an experience where you had been very much influenced by a media message. What was the result? What would you do differently after today’s lesson?




"You need to buy this now and your life will be
complete" or "Smell like Beyonce and you will be forever
popular and rich and happy". On a daily basis this is
what the media tell the average teenage girl. I myself
am no exception. Everywhere we look, the media is subtly
controlling the way we dress, the way we look, talk,
walk and even sleep. Media controls everything, yet at
the same time, we are the media. We convey their
messages like brainless droids, bowing down to the
Media's command.

Today's RJ will be about a vicious cycle that has no
end. This is what the media has made me. For me, the
media has one message, you are not good enough. On TV or
in the magazines, I was never like those girls.Every
other girl was, why wasn't I? I felt like an outcast.

I felt the full power of this message when I turned 16
and I was deemed not pretty enough or thin enough by
what seemed like everyone. When I was 16, I withdrew
into myself. I was loud and obnoxious. Yes, I know that
people who withdraw into their selves aren't loud but
for me I felt like I put myself into a small safe box,
one that nobody could reach.The surface me was replaced
by a brass, rude, loud, obnoxious, know-it-all. What
people said to me didn't matter. Nothing did. You dint
like my voice? Your bad. You think I'm annoying? What do
I care?

This went on for so many years and I realize that the
worst part of this was, that I never learnt to listen.
For so many years, I screened everything out that not
listening to the bad was the way I learnt to move on.
Because of this, I've had to learn lessons the harder
way. Only now, at the peak of turning 21 and am finally
learning that not everybody cares how I look and sound
and some people genuinely want the best for me.

I guess what I'd do after today's lesson is to learn to
take the media a little less seriously, after all, isn't
the media just a fantasy world? Thank you!

Le sigh

Sliding downhill. Goodness never lasts in me.

Republic Sem One

god, that was a long one. 

ten weeks since the start of RP. 

ten weeks.

I am an adult. 

All of our bridges burned down
I've wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralyzed
Still stuck in that time when we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise

Told my mother it was too cold to take a bathe. She looked at me and clicked the heater on. I don't know how that's funny but it just is. You just had to be there. Okay

#nowplaying : Katy Perry - The One That Got Away.

yeah, you know how it is.

Libraries

Sitting here thinking about a year back when most everything was left hanging and uncertain and how now, everything's just trudging onward. I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad or scared or really really really cautious. I think I'll stick to cautious. xx

Pink Dot Sg 2012

So much fun at Pink Dot this year! Went with Rahmat, Sam & Herman but I bumped into Dy, Shan & Lorettaaaa! <3 There were free drinks, torches, balloons and lub ( believe it or not) been given out. But aside from all the fun and free gifts, being here meant more than having some place to head to on a Saturday night. It meant seeing the world change, seeing the perspective of people change and grow and evolve. I am ashamed to say that there are events like this, only because this means that being homosexual is an issue. What does it matter who you love or who you want to kiss. Is love not love? Some people love their pets to a point of distraction, is that not love? Then why isn't it shunned? 


But events like this show that there is hope for us yet. And till the day where being homosexual or a transvestite is looked upon just as greatly as being a pet owner is, events like this continue to give millions hope. Never have I been prouder of being a Singapore. This to me, means everything that Singapore stands for. Regardless of who you love, you should always be treated with respect, integrity and empathy. Regardless of race, language or religion and regardless of who you love. With positive and supportive people like this who continue to support everyone, regardless restrictions here in Singapore, our someday will come. 

Thank you for the wonderful times!