A Review So Far

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     It has been a while since my last blog update. Please forgive me for that. I was busy settling down in my university and besides this past few days have not been the easiest and most pleasant day of my life. Well, I am here not to talk about the bad things that happened to me while settling in. What I am going to touch about is family and friends.

      So far I was on a holiday for almost four months. Four months break from everything that is related to my university, friends, stress, expectations, anxiety and all those stuff in between. All I did was stay at home and spend most of my time with my family. Honest to god, I missed it. Almost 8 months straight with little break in between  semester; I know I was bound for a breakdown. Everything bad that comes from that last semester was my own fault. I let all the bad things spiral out of control and in the end I end up stressed out. In the midst of it all, I forget one thing I could count on; my family. I always have this mindset that, not involving my parents with the problem I am facing is somewhat protecting them from worrying about me. Besides, what can they do from afar? Well, this four months taught me a different lesson. When I am in the comfort of my home and my family, I feel happy, no anxiety, no worrying about something uncertain like I always did when in the university. I don't worry because I know they will be there for me. Despite doing a bit poorly on my exams, I don't worry that much and I said 'oh well, next time we'll do better.' If I was alone looking at my results I would over-analyze it to the point of craziness. I guess that is the power of family. 

     Another thing that I noticed was I've gotten really close to my younger brother. He is starting in secondary school now. I was close to him before but this four months I tried my best to guide him and constantly let him know that if he needs me I will be there. I think I was showing him that to a point of hovering him. The thing is the morning I was about to leave for college, he was teasing me, hitting me and taunting to wrestle me. You see that is what we always did. We like to taunt and tease each other sometimes to the point of wrestling. I know I am older and bigger than him but trust me he is darn strong. That morning somehow he was squeezing one last tease until I come back for my semester holiday. Until that moment, I felt sad that I am leaving but the moment he did that, I was about to burst into tears. Thank god I held it in. I always have a soft spot for my younger brother in my heart. Even though he is already into his teens, he still looks at things with the innocence of a child. Stepping into teen hood; a treacherous zone, I hope he doesn't get lost between maintaining his sweetness and innocence. 

      As for friends, this semester, I start anew. I forgets everything that has happened in the past and make an effort not to dwell on petty matters. My roommate and I so far has been on good terms. She is more understanding and I myself is trying to be understanding and not get under her skin. Hopefully what ever the challenges this year brings; I would be able to tackle it and not leave scars all over the place.

p/s: the other night, I can't sleep so I downloaded this software called Picasa. You can edit your photo with it and stuff. So, out of boredom, I create a mosaic of some sorts the picture of my little brother and his 4 nieces and nephews. Once I have finished, I set it as my desktop background. But then a few minutes later, I change them. Why? It makes me miss them even more. I guess I am not that ready yet to look at their picture and not miss them that much. That night, I went to bed teary eyed and silently sobbing until finally I fell asleep....

Cupcake Disaster

                   

 

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     Hello Everybodeh!!! Like I promise I am updating you on what I did this week. This week I actually did a lot of baking. Probably because I am damn bored sitting around doing nothing. So, first of all I baked some cupcakes. I am not really a fan of eating cupcakes. I like them because people make them so pretty. Whenever I see a cupcake I always asked myself "Can I keep it instead of eating it?". This was my third attempt at baking cupcakes. The first and second trials went so so. As for this trial, oh well lets just say I HATE IT!!!

      The recipe for the base, I decided to use Jaffa Chocolate Cake. I follow the recipe in a cook book. One thing about me baking, if I just tried the recipe, I will do it by the book, see how it goes and adjust from there. Another thing is I like baking alone. I don't like people meddling with my mix telling me I'm slow and what not. Unless if the jobs are divided accordingly and nobody sticks their nose into others tasks. So, while I was baking this cupcake, 2 of these things happened. Somebody messed with my batter just because I was too slow. So in the end I just let that person mix my batter and I just sit out and waited for my turn to bake it in the oven. My mood was dampened and that was all that cupcake need to be screwed up. 

       Secondly, when the cupcake was cooking, it rises beautifully but then again once I took it out of the oven, it sunk and look horrible. The reason that may cause this was probably because the mix was not mix evenly. This is also one of the reasons why I never wanted anybody to disturb me while I was baking. Too many hands in the kitchen can cause troubles sometimes. The funny thing was, seeing the cupcake did not turned out to be what I had expected makes me so sad. So, after that I just proceed on with baking the batter because I have to. 

         Next, decorating the cupcake. The initial idea was to make a nice swirl on top of it using cloated cream made using whipping cream both dairy and non dairy. However, it didn't turned out the way I had expected. The first mistake was I never dealt with whip cream before and now I know that whip cream can be quite a b****. First batch of whipping cream I whip, I use the wrong mixer speed and it didn't work. After that, on the second trial, I succeed in turning those creams into clotted cream. But, the weather was not on my side. It was so hot that evening and the cream kind of liquefied a bit. Thus, in a frail attempt to make it unliquefied again, I put it back into the mixer and whisk it again. Wrong move cause a few seconds in it, the cream disintegrate. There goes my cupcakes. I only managed to make two swirls as shown above. Then to lift my spirits, I decided to make chocolate ganache and dib the cupcake top into it. Alhamdulillah, nothing bad happened during that attempt. The outcome is on the second picture. 

           Last but not least, here are my solemn vows. I will try my best to avoid making cupcakes again because I didn't like it as much as I enjoyed decorating it. Secondly, my family doesn't really like cupcakes. They like real cakes. In the end, that was my cupcake disaster. I've learnt my lessons, unfortunately the hard way.

p/s: I forgot to mention about the chocolate cake recipe. The recipe contained some orange zest to it. I am not exactly that crazy about it but it's fine I guess. Secondly, the cupcake was baked too dry thus when you eat it, the dryness left an unappealing taste in your mouth. Last but not least, to amateur bakers out there, if you are making chocolate cakes, try to avoid using cocoa because from past experiences, it usually dries out the cake when it is baked. However, if you use melted chocolate instead, it gives that chocolatey and fudgy texture that I believe most people loved. 

Adiosa Samosa!!!

Horrible People

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    Good evening everybody. Today is Friday. It is the end of working days. So I figure I just round up what I did this week. But before that, in Malaysia right now people are gearing up for Chinese New Year. It is the year of the water dragon if I am not mistaken. During this festive season is also when it is most pact. With every supermarket known to man and woman reducing their price and posting up the sale banner. Usually during this festive season is when you get the best of man. Somehow it does not apply to one man. A man I am about to b**** about. Cursing for this occasion is allowed. Oh well lets start b****in. 

     This event occurs just shy of 2 to 3 hours ago. I was picking up my brother from school. As per usual, the roads were congested with eager and tired parents trying to identify their sons or daughters in the midst of it all. Not to help matters they is a supermarket next to the school. One of the many supermarkets that is having a sale during this festive season. So, once I've picked up my little brother and his cousin, I was about to make a u-turn and head towards the supermarket to buy some stuff that my parents requested. At the traffic light, it was jammed and I can't make a u-turn. So at the last minute I gave a signal and went straight instead. Ok, this is when they guy comes in. 

     Here, I would not mention any specifics such as race, religion, rich, poor and so forth. People have a tendency to create a stereotype just because one person did it. And if I were to mention any race here, then people will create havoc and say stuff like racist and what not. Thus no specifics. So, I went straight. This car seems unwilling to give way and somehow got sandwich between my car and another car. It is a two lane only guys. To avoid any accidents I increase my speed and head forward. However, this car with a guy inside it, started to follow me and I thought he wants to take over so I slowed down a bit to allow him to pass. But, instead of speeding he just slowed down his speed to make sure he was at the same speed with my car. It feels odd. Then my brother and his cousin said that he was cursing at us. Maybe because we took his lane. I told my brother not to look at him because that kind of people is just not worth your time. But, he was cursing and showing us vulgar signs a few times. And those few times also I ignored them. Eventually, he turns left and I went straight. 

      The moral here is that, why would you do that? In a rational mind it is really uncalled for and totally a waste of his time. I admit it was a bit of my fault because I took a lane that was supposed for a u-turn but went straight instead. But, in my defense, there was no more space to u-turn cause it was jammed. The thing is, that guy thinks that he is a thug and I was supposed to be scared of him. I am not. If he rammed my car I would just called the police or if it was one of "those days" I would just rammed his car back. I am driving Toyota Unser and he was driving a Proton  Saga. I think I would win. If this was a scene in a movie, I would be the driver with a shotgun beside her. When a thug like this stupid guy try to mess with her, she just open the window and let all hell break loose then she rides solemnly into the sunlight. 

     

     I think on the road the most important thing is avoiding accidents and this event can transpire an accident. Just imagine if he was busy showing stupid signs at us and he didn't see a car in front, he may hit that car and create a chain reaction that could induce a massive tragedy. For me just because somebody cut you off it is not worth losing your life for. Let them pass through. Like my dad always said, "Kalinya nak ke jamban kali." Or in English, maybe he needs to go to the toilet. 

Hopes this serve as a reminder to anybody reading this, ALWAYS BE SAFE ON THE ROAD ESPECIALLY DURING THIS FESTIVE SEASON AND HAVE SOME COURTESY ON THE ROAD. AVOID ALL KINDS OF PROVOCATION INTENTIONALLY OR UNINTENTIONALLY. 

Adiosa Samosa!!!

Confession Of A Broken Hearted Girl

This photo is for illustration purposes only. Not related to the story.

Part 1.

                The blaring sound of the mixer filled every inch of the room. With every turn, the butter is beat into submission to create the perfect dough. The room felt stuffed. It was a little after 3 pm. The evening heat didn’t help matters either. Rain was our constant companion a few weeks ago but now the sun replaces them. Amidst all of this, we were baking. It was not part of the plan initially. At first, I thought me and my cousin were just going to hang out doing nothing. But somehow, a few flips of my mum dessert recipes she suggested the unthinkable; baking cupcakes.

                While waiting for the second batch to mix well, the first batch cupcakes are baking nicely in the oven. It’s starting to swell up like mushrooms after a rainy day. Do not be fooled though by the shape. Inserting the first batch into its cup was a pain to say the least. It was sticky and to make matters worse our ice cream scoop malfunction thus we have to resort to the old ways; a spoon. I have created a mess even before I managed to fill the first cup. So, trying to redeem myself, I focused my all my attention to the cup I was filling. Suddenly out of the blue, my cousin said something that rattles every understanding I have of her.

“You know, relationships are like cupcakes.”

“Ok. How so?”

“Like cupcakes they are pretty and sweet. But once you eat it, all that is left is the reminder of how sweet the cupcake is and the shitty guilty feeling knowing all the calories are going to your thighs. That is why I said relationships are like cupcakes. When you’re in one, everything is sweet and nice in the world but when it is over, all you can think of is why I dived into it in the first place.”

To you this may sound ordinary but coming from my cousin mouth it is odd. You see my cousin is not the kind who tells their girlfriend about how she feels. She is what I call a muffler. Whatever she felt she kept it to herself especially if it involved a personal matter. I still remember once we heard a rumour she was dating some guy from her office. Apparently the guy in the picture is a bad seed. In an effort to protect her we confront her to inform her of his vices. She was avoiding our question at first. After a few hours of interrogating her, she finally spill the truth only to discover that she had broken up with the guy after discovering his vices even before we found out about the both of them. She may portray a tough, cheerful and easy going exterior but she possesses a much more complex interior.

As I tried to refocus on my cupcakes, uneasiness crept into me, tugging my heart unwilling to let go. Unable to contain my curiosity, finally I ask her.

“Qis, is everything ok?”

Looking up, our eyes met. The sadness in her eyes says it all. She drops the cupcake she was holding and clenched her fist. I can sense that she wants to cry but she was holding it in unwilling to let it run free through her dark eyes. Her body started to shake and in a useless final attempt to refrain from crying, she dropped her head into her open hands and cry. Panicking, I ran to her side and started asking her what is wrong. Seeing her display of such strong emotions shocked me. I have known her for 10 years and she have never cried in front of me. The cry seems to be heavier. Her body was shaking so much that my hand were shaking as well. Unable to console her, I told her to let it all out.

“It’s ok. Just cry and let it all out. I’m here.”

Finally after a few minutes, her cry ceased. Grabbing a napkin, she started to wipe off her tears. Then, she turns around and returns to her seat. She grabs a cupcake and started to arrange it in the box. A sudden annoyance fills my heart.

“Unbelievable.”

“What is?”

“What the fuck? You just bawled your eyes out just now and now you’re pretending nothing happen?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. It was stupid of my part because I cried. I shouldn’t have.   

Sorry.”

“Oh no no. Sorry will not do. You just squirt all your tears and saliva in my kitchen and you are not coming out of my kitchen alive unless you tell me what was that all about.”

Staring straight into her eyes I can see the resentment she felt towards me. Instead of feeling annoyed I felt sorry for her. Most girls have the liberty to express their feelings freely but Qis was never that lucky. She was raised by her father. Her mother died giving birth to her. Qis’s father was an army man. He was a good father but one thing he lacks was emotional understanding. Qis was raised to be tough and a little show of emotion in public was unacceptable in her father’s eyes. Her father always said; if you fell don’t ever cry. Get back up and march ahead. I always dreaded that sentence. We were being kids and we cry often. The proof of how stern her father was came to light two years ago when her father was dying. All of us were crying and Qis was the only one that did not. Her father dying words were, “what’s the use of crying, it will not bring me back.”

Finally she succumbed to my threats. Never did I know, that evening will be the longest evening I will experienced my entire life. That evening was also the evening I learn to hate a man; a man called Adi.

*****

Brownies Number 3

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     This is my third post for tonight. I am on a roll baby!! Don't worry this will be the last for tonight unless if I experienced difficulty in sleeping tonight. Oh well, as the title goes this is brownies number 3. 

      The verdict? I think this tops brownies number 1. First of all, I have to credit Laura Vitale for the recipe. This past few weeks I have been trying recipes after recipes just to see which is the best and for now this recipe wins. First of all, it is moist which is important in my book. Secondly it is so chocolaty as well as fudge like. When I eat it somehow it makes me happy. Not to say I am an emotional eater but this cake alters my mood. Maybe due to the fact that it has 10 ounces of melted chocolate in it. :P. 

    I did experienced some difficulties while baking this brownies though which all are my fault. Hehehe. To mix it I use a whisk. While it is a really nice plan it is tiring. Today I use muscles in my arm that I have never even used before. Besides I double the batch so more ingredient to whisk. Lesson learnt so if I ever want to double or triple the batch I'll use a mixer. Apart from that, I use a slightly bigger tray alas I can't put it into the electrical oven I usually used. I like this oven because it cooks faster. So I have to resort to an oven that uses gas as it source of power. I think it did result in better cake but damn it was slow. 

      Despite all that, the cake turns out wonderful. Anyway if you want the recipe do reach out though cause in Laura Vitale's word its 'So Good'. Adiosa samosa!!!

p/s: To my future husband, I want a kitchen with kick ass electric and gas oven. :P

Cha Cha Cha

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     LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!!! MY STITCHES ARE OUT. I AM INVADING THE KITCHEN AGAIN!!! I would have taken the picture of the teeth but it would just be disgusting and inappropriate. So instead I share with you this picture. Yesterday I made bubur cha cha. This desert is one of my favourite dish only I have eaten it three times if I am not mistaken. I stumble upon this delectable dish when I was on a impromptu holiday trip to Kelantan. My friends brought me to this restaurant and they serve this desert cold. I ate it and god I was happy. Hahhahahahaha. But when I went for seconds the soup is gone. Finish. My heart was broken....

    

     Anyway I have been craving to eat this delectable desert for years after my trip but somehow I never thought of making it myself until yesterday. I discover the recipe in a recipe book my mum bought. Well, before I proceed on let me clear something up. The yellow stuff in the bowl are durians. Its my mother's bowl and she put durians in it. Yuck!!

    The green stuff comes from pandan paste, the purple is yam and there is also pumpkin; yellow but it is not in the picture. The soup comes from some sugar, santan, daun pandan, water and a bit of salt. I was so happy yesterday. This desert is best serve cold. So once it has cooled down put it in a fridge and taste it. Despite not quite having the same taste of the bubur cha cha I've tasted in Kelantan, it is still awesome. As always coconut milk always makes things better. :). Anyway hope you enjoy this. Do try it though. After this I am going on a hunt for Bubur Pulut Hitam. Somehow I have never eaten it before. Can't wait. 

Adiosa Samosa!!!

Back to School

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     Uik uik everybody. Tonight as per usual I am posting again. Tonight I am sharing with you some sketches that comes to my mind. It didn't turn out the way I intended. In my mind I imagine a boy being crushed by tons and tons of book and school stuff.  It didn't look quite right though, but I can say I have improve my hand and face sketching although I do need to practice its spacing and positioning. Even the hand seems out of place. But in the end, I just manage to come up with these sketches. And that reminds me as well, I need a bigger sketch book. Oh well, I'll get better next time. Just need more practice. :)

              The reason I am drawing about back to school again is right now most university students are gearing up for a new semester. As for me, I am heading back to the lion den in less than two weeks time. Even my timetable is out. Honestly after 4 months of holiday, I am still 50/50 about going back. Surprise? Well, it is not that I don't want to go back to my college at all. Trust me I love to learn. I am excited and can't wait to hit the lecture halls. However, with learning, comes test and then stress. This is the part I don't miss that much. The test is just well to put in politely not my cup of tea. Assignments I can still bear with it but test not soo much. The anticipation, the anxiety and the expectation; that is the real horror movie. 


      The semester I am enrolling is quite challenging I'd say. This semester I would participate in engineering team project. This is a project where engineering students from different field are group together to create something. In this program, what you learn for about two years will be put into use as well as showing how well you work with others. I am kind of excited for this. I have always complain that I feel a bit lost last semester as when I review back what I learn and knowing that the only time I am going to practice it is on paper really makes one depress. I want to be an engineer who knows the theories and when it comes to technical I can whip it out without a hitch. But right now, I feel like a glass half full. One of confidant says that don't think too much about it because right now the focus is to finish your studies. But somehow I am a bit worried about how I am to apply the theories I learn when I work later. Honestly due to the field being too vase, I don't know what my nature of work would be. However, at the end of the day, the utmost thing to do is to finish my studies and be prepare of what the world might throw at you.


      Despite the challenges I know I will face, I think for now I am excited and ready to face it. Although sometimes I don't realize it and I think it is never enough, I have a good support system. I have my family and love ones that are always there to hear me whining about my day and petty stuff. Right now I just need to do my part and accomplish my goals. A 4.oo GPA like somebody I look up to you. You know who you are. :). Good luck to all of you out there who are heading back to school and most importantly have fun along the way. 


Adiosa Samosa!!!!

"Love"

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     Allo everybody!!! Its been a while since my last post. I've been busy. Busy doing nothing and downloading stuff. Forgive me. :P. Anyway for this post I just want to share one of my sketches. I didn't really put too much thought into what I want to draw. It's just that while I was in the shower, something occurs to me that in this world, there are different languages where love can be pronounce. But the bottom line is it means the same. So, out of curiosity I Google the meaning of the word "I LOVE YOU" or "LOVE" in different languages. Somehow to burn time I drew some of those words on my sketch pad and this morning colour them just to make them pop. While Googl-ing for the different languages of love I discover some fun facts about the word "LOVE" as well as "I LOVE YOU". Here are some of the facts. ENJOY!!!

1. Oldest love song was written like 4000 years ago.
2. Love can cause both good and bad effects such as calming effects when you are falling in love as well as fear and stress.
3. MAN WHO KISSES THEIR WIVES EVERY MORNING LIVE FIVE YEARS LONGER THAN THE ONES WHO DON'T. (VERY IMPORTANT!!! EHEM)
4. For guys who are upset that you have to give diamonds when you want to propose, you can blame it on Archduke Maximillian of Austria who starts the trend by giving a diamond ring to his fiance'e. 
5. The woman in the Tiwi tribe are married at birth.
6. Feminist woman are more likely to be in a romantic relationship than other woman.
7. Woman always feel love when talking to their partner face to face while man fell in love when talking to their partner side by side or playing and doing activities together.
8. Romantic love only lasts about a year. After that an attachment love and a more stable kind of love sets in.
9. The longer the courtship the better the prospects for a long marriage. :)
10. Last but not least, in Bali, men believe that a woman would fall in love if they are fed some kind of leaf incised with a picture of a god who sported a very large penis.(HERE IS HOPING THIS BELIEF WILL NEVER GET OUT OF BALI AND STAY IN BALI. OR ELSE THE NUMBER OF MAN IN PRISON BEING CONVICTED OF BEHAVIOUR MISCONDUCT AND BEING LABEL AS A PERVERT WOULD INCREASE. SO DUDES, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS)

UNTIL NEXT TIME. ADIOSA SAMOSA!!! :)
     

Small then Big

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     Hello everybody! Here in Malaysia, the school session for secondary as well as primary school had just begun. As of today, it is only the second day of schooling.  

       Two days ago, I just had my MOS, but I woke up early just to capture some photos of my aunt's children preparing themselves for their classes. The shot above was a picture I capture the night before. The reason I capture this photo is because it reminds me of the feeling of when I first started schooling. The anxiety, the happiness of getting new things and feeling scared of being left alone at school. 

       Another reason I capture this photo is also because it kind of put me into my parents point of view. When you look at those shoes, you are reminded of your kids when they are little and now they are all young adults paving their own way in the world. They show you they don't want to be shelter by you anymore but deep down they still need your guidance and advice. But sometimes, we as "young adults" are too cocky to ask for help and our parents are too hurt to see what we really need sometimes. 

       The final reason of why I capture this photo is well, how my aunt's kids have grow. The eldest one is in primary two now and the youngest ones have started his kindergarten. They are very close to me especially the youngest one. Sometimes, I feel sad because they are growing up and apart of growing up is distancing yourself to find who you are. Hopefully when they grow up, they will be great kids and not spoil brats. Wishing everyone who is starting their schooling again good luck and have fun!!! Adiosa Samosa!!!

My Date With Two Dentists.

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     HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!! It is still not too late for me to wish everybody I believe. Well this is my first post as of the year 2012. This past few days I have not embarked on any new projects so that explains why I didn't talk about baking or book or what have you. But, as you can see I've uploaded pictures of teeth. Why you may ask? Well, for their New Year celebration, some went to a party and spend time with their family as well as went to Chicago for the New Years Eve. :P. Well for me I was prepping myself for the last and final MOS or minor oral surgery.  

     

     As you can see from the x-ray I've uploaded above both my wisdom tooth have not grown into the position most people desire. Instead of growing in an upward position, it grows into a horizontal position. So, to avoid further complication in the future, my dentist suggested that I underwent MOS to remove the teeth. So, how it is done? Well, brace yourself anyone who can't stand the dentist. 

    Firstly, what she did was, she injected some kind of substance into your gum to numb it. I can feel the doctor pushing the syringe into my gum and into my tooth. What a feeling. -_-. Then they let me sit for a few minutes until I can't feel anything in my gum anymore. Then what they do is, since my teeth has not fully come out of my gum yet, the rip open my gum and from there they are going to extract my teeth. For my first MOS, the doctor had to cut my teeth into half and extract it one by one. When she was drilling my tooth out I can feel that my head was shaken to its core. And the funny part was, I feel like laughing my guts out because in the process of extracting my tooth, my tooth broke the dentist's drill; twice. Aww, what an achievement. You invade my mouth privacy and my defense team break your weapon. Then they stitch me up. I actually wanted the extracted tooth but I forgot to tell the nurse and I can't really speak clearly after they pull my tooth out. So oh well, there goes my tooth. It's about the same thing for my second MOS. Except my doctor was a different person but still the same gender. Don't get me wrong, I am not bias towards the ladies it's just that I don't feel comfortable if a guy was poking around in my mouth even though it is his responsibilities. 

     The hardest thing though about my MOS is that the aftermath of the operation. To be honest it is not that painful but you can't really open your mouth that wide because of the stitches and everything. So, as a result all I can eat is porridge and water. It's a good way to lose weight. But I LOVE TO EAT!!! So it is more like a torture than a diet. :(. Apart from that, it is really hard to brush your teeth. Usually it took about 5 minutes for me to brush my teeth now it took me about 15 minutes. I have to brush slowly to avoid hitting my stitches. And I LOVE TO BRUSH MY TEETH!!! Aahhhh, the horror!!! Apart from that I have to take a lot of antibiotics and stuff. Medication is not my forte. 

     Anyway, I am taking off my stitches on the 10th of January. After that I am going to eat my heart out. I want to eat burgers, pizza, rice not porridge, spaghetti and I am going to start baking again since the bitterness in my tongue would be gone. That's all for now. Adiosa Samosa!!!

p/s: I am proud that my tooth grows out horizontally instead of upward. They are very unique. ^-^(proud face)