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About Me
Today was one of those āless fireā days. Iām not sure what didnāt work out well. Was it my to-do list that wasnāt done before I started my day or was it the tiredness from yesterday or was it this pandemic that has been draining most of my life? I still donāt know, but maybe I would ā once I finish writing this.Ā We all have our share of less energetic and idk-wth-is-wrong-with-me-days. On thoseā¦
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Lion Queen
Today I woke up to at least 5 peopleās status which had the song āSinggapenneyā playing in the background of their videos. So much love and respect for women in a single day, which is nice, but I wonder if they feel the same every other day. Then I checked Instagram and saw lots of posts about girl gangs, women who stand by each other, quotes from inspiring women and a whole load of other stuff.ā¦
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Hacks
Back in the 2000s (I mean year 2008 onwards) hacks meant hanya aku cinta kau seorang (h.a.c.k.s), thatās what my friends told me so. Idk if youāve heard about it, but chances are if youāve heard of it, youāre probably so old now which leads to my next point i.e ā youāre most probably in your final year of university or started working or maybe you have a hustle of your own. Remember those daysā¦
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Pet Peeves
The first time I heard that word I was like, wait what ā pet pee? Then I obviously googled it, it had nothing to do with pets. To sound fancy at work, recently I made everyone (my teammates) talk about it. Iāll save your time so that you donāt need to google it in case you havenāt heard of it: Pet Peeves = Something/habits that annoy the heck outta your life. That reaction you givewhen someoneā¦
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When are you...?
When are youā¦?
Everything and everyone is compared to anything and anyone. ā Kezia Remember that time where everything accomplished had a category?Graduating within a given time frame was ideal, getting married before turning 26 was ideal, knowing how to be at least 50% like Gordon Ramsay was ideal, a wedding had to include hundreds of people because that was ideal and dropping someone from the guest list cozā¦
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Honesty & Necessity
Honesty & Necessity
It has been 11 days to be exact, ever since I decided to embark on this whole Kezia 2.0 lifestyle. Blogging every day, which ended up to be alternate days, because I need time to think and every day was just too overwhelming. I wanted blogging to be a happy thing, not something that causes me stress. There was one other thing I wanted to do ā reading, in fact, reading was like my main goal andā¦
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Love it? Let it go.
Love it? Let itĀ go.
If you know me, you know my never-ending love towards cooking. Heard of the saying, if you love someone/something, let them/it go. Yeah, the same story, I āloveā cooking and thatās why I let it go. In case you havenāt read about my dessert mishaps, Iāve been banned from the kitchen ever since. However, I make frequent visits to slice fruits or whenever Iām given the honorary job of shreddingā¦
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Love or Hate?
We live an average of 70 years on earth. I mean, sometimes God extends lives and thatās a whole different story. But if thereās one relationship you can never understand is, the relationship you have with your sibling(s). You canāt live with them, you canāt live without them and you spend almost 20 years wondering if that person in your house is a villain or an angel. G and I spent most of ourā¦
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Heart. Beats. Fast
You have no idea how annoyed I was with my work laptop yesterday. That thing just magically seems to spruce up work at the final moments I decide to log off. Anyone else been there? So in case you missed me yesterdayā¦ Hello! I missed myself too. Okay back to business. Yesterday, my heart stopped beating. JK. Almost la okay.Ā Event No. 1 As I was rancidly typing away in a fast and furious speed,ā¦
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Petite Picasso (Part 2)
Petite Picasso (PartĀ 2)
Incase you checked my blog a few years ago (LOL), I got really inspired by a bunch of paintings and the amount of money they were worth, so much so that I questioned studying after that. Like I could just throw around some colours and become a millionaire (wohoo).Ā Yesterday, I told you about how I unloved reading & how Iām tryna patch things up. Sounds like a relationship, but this isnāt aā¦
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Part 1: How to Grill
Hey guys, everyone is in this unimaginable situation. This breakup with reality, with everything weāve been used to and most importantly a breakup with our usual routine. But the good thing is I guess everyone is trying to stay safe, sane and do new stuff. If youāre that one person whoās got a timetable & ticking everything off your To-do list systematically, good for you. Guess what, I just gotā¦
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All I want for Christmas
All I want forĀ Christmas
Hello everyone! Christmas is the time of the year where Ruth Kezia decides to blog again. I wish yāall missed reading my rants. But even if you donāt, hereās another one. It feels good to be back after 9 months. So many events have happened throughout this year and if you probably follow me on Instagram, you would have known that we got rid of G in a pretty nice function. Iāve been so busy andā¦
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Hellooo! Thanks for stopping by at this ungodly hour of the day. But I really needed to talk to someone about my sad relationship with my fridge, kitchen, and FOOD in general. So if you donāt already know, I stay at a hostel during the weekdays which means I have to find for my own food. Previously, even when I used to stay in the hostel, Mrs. Home Minister used to pack a basket full of home cooked food, juices, (inserts all the healthy things in the world here) for me. However, she has kinda abandoned me (on a part-time basis) to look into other matters like checking out Anitha Puspavanamās Youtube Channel and seeing what pots and pans Saranya Ponvanan bought for her new kitchen. Okay just kidding, Mrs. Home Minister is a quite busy and I thought -> getting my own meals was a grown-up thing to do.
As much as Iād love to applaud myself for growing up, I did the worst thing ever by telling her not to worry if she doesnāt pack food for me. Here goes a bunch of food mishaps that happened throughout the week. Warning you might feel like crying at my misery (so please grab a tissue).
Mishaps are stated in no particular order.
Roti Canai with the Invisible Curry. The roti canai was good, but I kinda felt that I was dipping it in flavored water rather than a curry. I was so near to booking a flight ticket to India for the roti canai guy so that he could go there, learn how to make curry and then come back.
Mysterious Milk Powder. On one fateful day, I decide to make myself a bowl of milk to have it with Cornflakes and lo and behold, the milk powder didnāt mix with the water (like how normal milk is made). But rather, it started separating and idk how else to describe the phenomena which happened in that bowl! (Apparently, the milk powder had turned bad)
Foodtortoise. Actually, itās FoodPanda, but my food that was supposed to take 40 minutes to arrive only arrived in an hour (i.e 20 minutes late). In that 1 hour, technically, Mrs. Home Minister could have come from Seremban to bring me food.
Rest assured, Ā I will not be eating roti canai, drinking milk or ordering from Food Panda for the next 1-2 weeks.
Also to those of you who think Iām a lazy bum-bum who doesnāt know how to cook. We canāt use a stove in the apartment. Plus, youāre right: I donāt know how to cook. (good luck Prince Charming)
OH WAIT. Let me tell you the first and the last time I entered my house kitchen. Just to state the fact that I did try being friends with the stuff in my kitchen.
So one fateful day this year, I made a Thai dessert called āRed Rubiesā. (kinda close to cooking okay)
Here what youāre supposed to do: Ā Youāre supposed to chop water chestnuts, coat the water chestnuts in tapioca flour and then boil them (I guess). Finally, serve them with chilled coconut milk.
I was really stupid that day in the kitchenā¦ So hereās what I did: I took the custard flour (it smelt like tapioca, trust me ā I promise) and put it on the chopped water chestnuts. Then the chestnut started turning yellow when the custard flour came in contact with water, and I felt like Ms. Einstein. After some time G & daddy came to laugh at my misery. They wanted to show me which was the tapioca flour and idk which mega chef left the icing sugar on the countertop. So I washed the chestnuts (which were turning yellow coz of the custard flour) and almost coated them with icing sugar (which was on the countertop). This time I became a bit smarter, before coating them, I tasted it.
It tasted sweet (sugar icing, obviously sweet) and so I called mummy to ask her the exact location and where the world was the tapioca flour situated. Guess what she told me: that the tapioca flour had finished. She was kind enough to get me a packet of flour but that came along with a long long long lecture on how I shouldnāt shoo away other chefs who came to help me. (Please note: initially, I shooed away Chef Daddy & Chef G coz of their lack of experience and I didnāt want their negativity)
Once that prized tapioca flour reached my hands, I saw the chef in me come out. Little did I know that instead of lightly coating the chestnuts, I kinda gave them a spa in the tapioca flour.
Long story short, I put the spa-ed chestnuts to boil & finally served them in chilled coconut milk. I still remember the brand of Coconut Milk I bought āAyam Brand ā Santan Kelapaā. You want to know why?
Becauseā¦
After so much of toiling and experimenting and everything. I made Mr. Prime Minister (Daddy), Mrs. Home Minister (Mummy) & G taste my hard work. You know what they said, ānot bad ah, it tastes niceā.
And I asked themā¦ āWhat? Yay, you mean my dessert is nice?ā
They were like (with guilty faces)ā¦ āErmm nope, the Santan (coconut milk) tastes really nice, although itās ready-madeā.
I hereby announce that I officially hate ready-made coconut milk, because it jeopardized the star of that night ā my dessert.Ā
Jokes aside, I almost cried eating that dessert coz, it felt as if I was walking in a tapioca farm. I HAD PUT SO MUCH OF TAPIOCA FLOUR. My family ended up eating the chestnut-tapioca gooey mess because they loved me.
Also, they loved themselves equally, so they made me promise Iāll visit the kitchen with a different food recipe.
This misery of mine made me think of a better idea, which can be used in the future. Donāt blame me, ACCA has always taught us to talk about the future.
VACANCY: FULL-TIME CHEF
GENDER: MALE
COMMENCEMENT: IN 5-6 YEARS TIME
PERSON TO CONTACT: MUMMY & DADDY
All the best in figuring out what the vacancy actually means. GOOD LUCK!
Ā Ā Vacancy! Hellooo! Thanks for stopping by at this ungodly hour of the day. But I really needed to talk to someone about my sad relationship with my fridge, kitchen, and FOOD in general.
The Wedding!
Omg! Hi everyone! Remember me? Iām Liar Kezia. Eh sorry, I meant Ruth Kezia. Remember the times I had resolutions to blog every week or month or whateverā¦ Naan-sense, just pray I donāt become an annual blogger (you know, blogging once a year)
Before you give me that seruppe adiĀ (whacking with a slipper) for being MIA for a long time, I just want to tell you that Iāve missed blogging for a longā¦
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Vanakkam T-shirt
Terima Kasih India ā¤ Vanakkam Malaysia!
Oh My God. It has been so long. If I planted a mango tree the last time I blogged, I would have started a mango pickle business by now. Geddit? Donāt geddit? Never mind, no time to explain. Every time I feel like updating about something which happened, I donāt have time and then Iām on to the next phase in my life. Like, remember the whole kindergartenā¦
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Youtube
If there was one thing I wanted to do at the beginning of April was to blog every day since I started working at a circus (I mean kindergarten). However, as time passed I thought blogging day in and day out about my circus ventures on taming the kids, yelling at them and my road to discovery on how the heck to make them listen might not be so interesting (especially when its done on a dailyā¦
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18 and Legal
My twin turned 18 today! Four years apart but sheās of the same height, same size, wears a similar kind of specs but most all she shares the same views as I do. And by views, I mean she shares the same love I have for heels. Among the entire Bridesmaid Band team, sheās one person who has taken my teachings on never wearing freaking kitten or court heels to any part of this world. Flats or 4 inch,ā¦
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