WWYD

Know if or not know it, I've moved to London for postgrad studies dad's been pestering of me going out of the house or else...but all in all I've arrived and started everything and got, a fresher's flu. A freshie in the West in the fall weather and down with a wet nose to welcome me (amidst the honestly friendly weather of sunshine and wind that's totally human).

It's definitely going to get a lot colder than this so this is a good welcome, better now than later in the middle of the semester which has chuckloads of reading to do...

Talking about beauty is another entire database of research and perception.

Not the point now. I think I have a clear goal as a very mild-to-none feminist mission - seeing in my previous last blog post on a random month about how sex and entertainment industry is now giving free sex through pop culture and music - in their tiniest sense to bring back sense to the girls in today's world, especially with the Eastern heritage. I was home all day and a Hall mate of mine in the study room was present; we were discussing about here and there and about globalisation, Western notions, and everything - in this terms, it's relationship, love, sex, everything - MILEY will be one case of the extreme.

In regards to crudely devaluate female.

Eastern values still remain intact with me, although I live as an individualistic, introverted, metropolitan single that wishes to remain silent, until another being throws in the question for me to react to it, which is almost found in every first world metropolitan city and means it has been under the Western culture.

With more women not having more integrity for themselves. As simple as my Hall friend A says,

"I think first, if I were to do this, I would think that if my dad walks in out of nowhere and no news right now what I'm doing, will I be able to casually say, 'Hi Dad, what's up?', then it's good. But if I can't do it, then, well I won't do it."

And this is as concise and simply said. I won't have face if my dad knows things I would feel uncomfortable if he knew. His colleagues knew. My mom. Demoralise. We're Asian so we still have to keep the Eastern respect. If I respect myself then I could face my dad in all circumstances of what I do.

It's amazing how Billy Ray actually approves his daughter's artist's current image-reconstruction, so I would respect on that that "She's Still My Miley" (however the moment I was watching Wrecking Ball I was squeasy in my seat - her dad can watch it too and well, his full-grown daughter is swinging without clothes, so).

What would you do? I'm just keeping my self-check sane and integrity alive and to keep the Eastern heritage of respect going for teenage girls, and it's what strongly I believe in as a mission.

Next time I'm writing it'll be a whole new light on Asian culture, the study of the cultural industries and whatever I'm on fa-i-ah sitting in as a pupil again! But, chunk-sized bites on lecture notes on Tweetah, for those who are interested in the subject, mention away!

Ramyun.

Since last Friday, without a trace of an ion nor a negative cell warning from my body, I had severe cough, so agonizing that I thought I really had the H1N1 virus (which I've been joking around instead of having H1N1 I had the 2NE1 virus, in which I do still have it, still on 'Fire' and not 'Let's Party' where I thought it's not as hype as 'Fire' sadly. But still love them!) with my sudden body chills; my roommate who claims to sleep withOUT the Air Con and when I do see her in the morning when I wake up and she's still in slumber, with her BLANKET and extra JACKET she wore, it's already 25 degrees plus never below but still, I'm dumbstrucked.

(wow that was one sentence)

It's amazing someone could live in the Singapore heat, or the tropical heat without the AC and still use covers and jacket.

Back to the real sicky story, my life-throbbing cough was just unbearable, because whenever I cough the back of my head would hurt as well, I don't know but it just hurts along with the pressure as well. And it's the cough with those yellow extras that shows I'm sick and then my nose came running some more after the next two days.

Home bound since body feels sluggish and I didn't have much power to move around, the only thing I could rely to keep myself alive was instant food. For instance, this:


Ramyun! (or Ramen but this is a Korean kind)
With no MSG! (An absolute good thing)

The noodles are thick and quishy and really big in portion (however it's like 500+ cal for each packet -,-;;; kowaii)

And in Singapore, I live in Prinsep St. and I would buy all my Korean food needs here in a Korean supermarket... which is less than a 5 minute walk away! How convinient!


It's called Shine Korea, they have all these old almost a decade year olds posters of the old senior rising stars which I recognize. It's located in Burlington Square's first floor. And whatever you buy they'll always give little goodies or big goodies depending on how big or the amount you buy! And the prices are much cheaper than in supermarkets for the same products! So always should go to specialized store reknown for their products. A smart shopper knows that! ;)

But then it was in my stock but my appetite never came, my stomach's enzyme I think has covered it or whatever it was, I didn't feel hungry at all for a few days which made me sweat like crazy for less than a hundred meter walk since there's no sodium intake and all...

Then it reminded me of my old love, Goong manhwa! Here's the page I LOLed like crazy and it is funny and also still at the same topic, noodles :P

Chapter 14 of Goong, here for the chapter!

My noodles aren't exactly 'Shin' brand, since I like these noodles for its chewy and thick type of noodles but well, noodles are noodles!

That's for MY sad grotesque weekend. I forced myself to wake up early today to catch the church and asked one of the fathers to pray for me. Like what all my feelings are after church I would feel better. Then the next day I have to wake up not-too-early for the first day of school! Gya!