mandag 11. februar 2013
Chinese astrology for 2013 by Master 苏民峰 (Sūmínfēng)
Master 苏民峰 (Sūmínfēng) predictions for the year of Snake.
søndag 10. februar 2013
The year of the Water Snake
Happy Chinese New Year!
From today on heralds the beginning of the Year of the Water Snake.
The highlight of this merry festival, means in 15 days, from sunrise to sunset, I get to eat a lot of good food and snacks! Like the Sweet Egg Twist (蛋散, dansan), who is a traditional Chinese New Year snack, at least in Hong Kong. And that's also why I tried to make some.
Can't say my first try was a success... was like "Beauty and the Beast in comparison. Some went literally to hell, a totally disaster(!), but somehow, in a miraculous way, I got hold of some few.
Everyone, I wish you a Happy Chinese New Year!
恭喜發財! 龍馬精神! 萬事如意! 心想事成! 大吉大利! 出入平安!
From today on heralds the beginning of the Year of the Water Snake.
The highlight of this merry festival, means in 15 days, from sunrise to sunset, I get to eat a lot of good food and snacks! Like the Sweet Egg Twist (蛋散, dansan), who is a traditional Chinese New Year snack, at least in Hong Kong. And that's also why I tried to make some.
Can't say my first try was a success... was like "Beauty and the Beast in comparison. Some went literally to hell, a totally disaster(!), but somehow, in a miraculous way, I got hold of some few.
Everyone, I wish you a Happy Chinese New Year!
恭喜發財! 龍馬精神! 萬事如意! 心想事成! 大吉大利! 出入平安!
lørdag 9. februar 2013
Nailed it!
Typical "Expectation vs. Reality".
Tried for the first time to make Sweet Egg Twists (Chinese New Year Snack) - 蛋散, dansan.
Tried for the first time to make Sweet Egg Twists (Chinese New Year Snack) - 蛋散, dansan.
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| What I imagined... |
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| What I get... |
onsdag 6. februar 2013
Best roommate ever
Headache to the degree that you think a shotgun has been fired at you and coughing until you suffocate and then more coughing again. And on top of it all, I can't get any food down without it feels like needles..... Fuck my life.
But to my surprise, I come home to this
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| Creamed soup and honey tea |
søndag 3. februar 2013
Flu time
Really starting to get sick
Sore throat, dry coughing and even more sore throat
This morning I started the day by coughing up blood ...
It's time to do something about it...
Sore throat, dry coughing and even more sore throat
This morning I started the day by coughing up blood ...
It's time to do something about it...
torsdag 31. januar 2013
Tacogryte + pommes frites
Det ser ikke noe spesielt ut, men gud så godt det var.
Valgte å spise tacogryten med wraps, fungerte og smakte bra.
Pommes frites som tillegg, ikke at det var nødvendig… men OMG såååå godt <3
tirsdag 29. januar 2013
Fuck you shit
Fuck your shit. Don’t mistake my confidence for arrogance.
If your dick was as big as my ego, you’d be inhuman.
And no bitch, I’m not bisexual.
My name is not important.
Go ahead and judge me, it won’t make a difference on who I already am.
Here are the basics.
- I’m a gamer. Hit me up 😉
- Fuck your morals. Don’t try and guilt-trip me.
- Fuck your beliefs. Don’t try and push shit on me.
- Fuck your friends. I don’t care if I embarrass you.
- Fuck your “originality”.
Fuck your cliches, your overused lines, your god damned photography.
Fuck your twisted sense of originality, fuck your lies. Fuck you, you self proclaimed celebrities.
Don’t tell me you’re famous, don’t tell me you’re original, because I can pick out about thousand other people on this socializing network who are just like you.
Don’t tell me to look at your photography, all it is and will ever be are pictures of the sky, sunset, and some flowers.
Don’t tell me to fucking look at your artwork, cause all it probably is is just just spraypaint, splatters and hearts.
I’ll look at your work if I want to, I’ll look at the people who make me gasp.
Fuck your overused self proclaimed celebrity originality status, you guys are all the same.
I’ll be the judge on who’s original and who’s originally fake.
Fuck your twisted sense of originality, fuck your lies. Fuck you, you self proclaimed celebrities.
Don’t tell me you’re famous, don’t tell me you’re original, because I can pick out about thousand other people on this socializing network who are just like you.
Don’t tell me to look at your photography, all it is and will ever be are pictures of the sky, sunset, and some flowers.
Don’t tell me to fucking look at your artwork, cause all it probably is is just just spraypaint, splatters and hearts.
I’ll look at your work if I want to, I’ll look at the people who make me gasp.
Fuck your overused self proclaimed celebrity originality status, you guys are all the same.
I’ll be the judge on who’s original and who’s originally fake.
I’m happy, and that’s all the matters.
I get along with boys one thousand percent better than I do with girls.
I actually do talk. I will always try to comment back.
Leave me your number, who knows you might actually get a call.
I am me, and that is the only thing I will ever amount to in this messed up world.
Not titles, no super power; just me.
The same me you’ve known for the past fourteen years, and the same me you will know for the rest of your god damned life.
I’m a rude girl who never learns, I’m entitled to my own opinion and you to yours.
Don’t try to fucking convert me, it won’t work. And if you think your sad small talk is going to win me over, think again.
I’m not sorry, I will never be, and that’s how I fucking am.
Don’t ask me to change, don’t bother changing for me, because honey all you will ever do is lose the little amount of respect I have for you and every other god damned human being on this planet.
But that being said, I am an actual human, with real feeling and real emotions.
I have the real capability to fall in love, to love, and to cherish. But after being trampled upon, I’m done, because I found out that no matter how much you try,
you always get kicked in the face in the end. So good luck honey, try.
Just try and start something, just try and try and try. Because who knows. Maybe I’ll end up actually enjoying your conversations.
I get along with boys one thousand percent better than I do with girls.
I actually do talk. I will always try to comment back.
Leave me your number, who knows you might actually get a call.
I am me, and that is the only thing I will ever amount to in this messed up world.
Not titles, no super power; just me.
The same me you’ve known for the past fourteen years, and the same me you will know for the rest of your god damned life.
I’m a rude girl who never learns, I’m entitled to my own opinion and you to yours.
Don’t try to fucking convert me, it won’t work. And if you think your sad small talk is going to win me over, think again.
I’m not sorry, I will never be, and that’s how I fucking am.
Don’t ask me to change, don’t bother changing for me, because honey all you will ever do is lose the little amount of respect I have for you and every other god damned human being on this planet.
But that being said, I am an actual human, with real feeling and real emotions.
I have the real capability to fall in love, to love, and to cherish. But after being trampled upon, I’m done, because I found out that no matter how much you try,
you always get kicked in the face in the end. So good luck honey, try.
Just try and start something, just try and try and try. Because who knows. Maybe I’ll end up actually enjoying your conversations.
Take my advice: Don’t get too close ♥
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