DUR: Boat Noodle Brunei.

DUR: Boat Noodle Brunei.

(DUR = Dal’s Unprofessional Review; a very unprofessional take on it)

One of Brunei’s relatively new “kid” in town is the Boat Noodle franchise. I first heard about it when my brother told us that he and a few of his friends were going to support his friend in the opening of his store. My brother came home and I asked him how it went and the conversation went something like this:

“So how was it?”

“It was really small; portion wise.”

“Oh.”

“And I really went in with the expectation that the noodles would be served in a boat. So that’s on me I guess.”

So I really had little to no expectations going in. I don’t know much about the mechanics of boat noodles but I just know that it’s small portion of noodles with some sort of sauce. When I saw the photo(s), I honestly thought “oooo. kolo mee!“. Anyway, to make ordering easier, I had one of each.

The choices were 2 different kinds of noodles. 2 different kinds of sauces and 2 different kinds of meat (beef or chicken). So one of each would = 8 bowls. Trust me. One small bowl only has about one tablespoon+ of noodles in there. The stack of bowls you see below is not entirely made from the bowls of noodles I have eaten. My friend decided to stack onto mine too.

Anyway when the food came, there was no space and the problem was that there were more bowls coming. My friend also ordered 8 for himself so we had a total of 16 bowls.

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Then when we finished the batch that first came (the beef batch), the waitress came and took away the bowls and then replaced them with the chicken ones. Except, the second batch had more bowls than the first one (my friend ordered more chicken ones than beef) until two of the bowls had to be stacked. Our neighbour suddenly spoke up and said “wah! How many bowls did the two of you order? I just saw the waitress clearing your table and then now there’s more bowls!“. My friend promptly replied “it’s all hers!“.

NOT TRUE! CONFESS TO THE LIES! (my sister says I’ve been watching too much Elementary)

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All in all, it was an experience to remember because I don’t think I’ve ever interacted so much with anyone sitting at the table beside me. The boyfriend of the lady who commented on our numerous bowls failed to shazam the song that was playing so my friend helped him out. But as my friend and I were at the cashier and a waitress came to clear up our table, the lady and the waitress had another conversation about the number of bowls we ordered. I hope she remembers me and tells of my story to her friends and family.

Conversely, I am not a food critic. I don’t know how to critique food. To me it’s just always been “nice” or “not nice”. Pretty simple. If I want to take it a step further it would be “Is this craving food?”. That’s all really. So on that night, the taste of the noodles (and the temperature which it was served) was a miss for me. Maybe another time when I’m craving, my decision would not be the same. For now, it was a miss. But service was prompt and good and even their pencils for writing down your orders were nice and sharp. I just didn’t like being yelled at when we were welcomed and when we were leaving.

That’s all.

Help me be productive.

Help me be productive.

may have bitten off more than I can chew. Or rather, I bit off just the right amount but my mouth was forced opened and more food shoved into it and I could be choking. Metaphorically. So what happens now? I cannot drop everything that has been put upon me. May is an intense month for me and everything I’m committed to feels a lot and so the temptation to lie down and do nothing is strong.

I believe having a strong will and definitely discipline is helpful. It is also important to condition myself into thinking about each small step at a time; to prevent myself from being overwhelmed by the enormity of it all. I’m not saying I’ve unlocked some great secret but some things I have found to work for me.

  1. Make a weekly schedule

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Here’s a sample of mine. It’s quite jam packed I know but with several papers coming up, piano and my other obligations, it’s really not an option. But with the schedule made, I know I’m not going to be able to follow it to the second so I use it as a guide as to what I should be doing or rather what I should have accomplished in my awake state. For example I know in a day, I expect myself to practice my piano for 2 hours and study for 6 hours a day (or something like that) and so I make sure to time myself (hello Pomodoro timer app). Allow yourself to be slightly fluid with your schedule so that when something comes up, it’s easier to not feel frustrated or consumed with bad feels.

Moving on from this weekly schedule, it is helpful to input the events for the next day into your calendar app (whichever it is that you use) and to set timers for 5-15 minutes before the next event is due to start. Giving you a heads-up and adequate time to prepare yourself. I do this every night as a way to wind down and so as to not feel overwhelmed by the enormity of my week.

2. Caffeinate yourself

with care. Don’t overdo it on the caffeine and this I have come to learn the hard way. I’m a light sleeper and it’s also very difficult for me to fall asleep no matter how tired I am. So it’s an endless cycle of wanting to consume more caffeine. But I keep reading articles about not taking in caffeine past 3pm and for as much as I can, I keep to it. It has helped me fall asleep easier at nights.

It’s also easy to want to drink caffeine, especially coffee because everyone’s doing it and it seems to be a trendy thing to do. (This is me but I try not to. TRY.) But lately, I’ve been drinking a lot of tea because I feel my teeth is stained from the coffee. But look at all the options:

(photo credits to my friend. My phone’s camera hasn’t been repaired)

Furthermore, tea has been my go to caffeine choice because it’s not as strong as coffee so I’m not as buzzed. Also there’s the lovely chamomile to end the day (if I’m feeling like it).

Point being, when caffeinating yourself, be careful and take in adequate amounts and stay hydrated! I have found myself feeling sleepy/lethargic if I consume (too much) caffeine and not enough water. So do stay hydrated! (Get an app that reminds you if you need to!)

3. Bite sized days

Just like all things marketed as “bite sized”, they’re small and well, cute. Think of your day in terms of bite sized bits. You’ve got your week planned. You’ve got your day planned. Now just think of the section that you’re in. Like for example, I’m writing now so I just focus on this until my phone gives an alert that the next section starts in 15 minutes – therefore giving me time to wrap up and get ready for the next event. I have come to realise that taking it one section/step at a time really helps in keeping me focused and in good spirits.

That’s all from me. I have realised that by following these three main “steps”, I am able to not drown in the ocean of things that needs to be done.

Till then!

beaten down

beaten down

with no intention of getting back up.

Kidding. My parents invested too much into me and my education for me to stay down. So I gotta get my ass back up and fight and fight some more. When I started this semester, I thought “oh great! Only 3 modules have exam!” What a fool I was in January.

This semester has me almost drowning in assignments and projects. Not to mention last minute tests. I just want the record to show right now that I dislike working in group projects. It sucks big time and the fate of your grades are in their hands.

That’s it. I just wanted a safe space to moan before I continue with my revising and assignments.

romanticising procrastination.

romanticising procrastination.

 

I’ve always been one of those who daydreams of productivity and maybe working/studying latimg_4414e into the night and still managing to wake up the next day – all bright eyed and cheerful after that cup of coffee. But alas, that’s not me in real life. Not at the moment actually.

So there I was, trying to do my assignment due the next day (or rather the same day; it was 2:08am) and just basically reaping the fruits of my procrastination, all my “tomorrow, I’ll figure it out tomorrow”s. It’s quite shit actually and then I started thinking why in the world do we romanticise procrastination.Well, I don’t think it’s actually romanticising per se but if there are so many posts about “have loads of work to do so I’m going to nap” and a lot of other sadly relatable posts on the internet then isn’t it in a way romanticising it? We’re relating to it and making it okay. Gladly retweeting and reblogging but never really doing anything about it. Holding it up to an acceptable standard.

Just my two-cents.

22.

22.

I turned 22 years old yesterday. *cue confetti

At some level for me, it was about the fanfare and/or the Instagram-i-bility of it all. The more the merrier. Quantity. Quantity. Quantity. The more friends and attention means more love right? It had to be that. I felt like a social cause. The more social media attention the better as well. Let’s all raise awareness for my birthday.

But this year, my birthday was different from the others. Not just because I’m an adult now; no I don’t believe that this shift in mindset came overnight and came just because my physical age turned 22. I believe it was through the moulding and conditioning over the years (especially in my 21st year) that allowed me to arrive here with this new mindset. It’s cliche I know to think “quality over quantity” but that was it this year. It really didn’t matter that my course mates didn’t greet me in the group chat nor the fact that there was almost zero mention on social media about this. It mattered that the people I love and who loves me back were with me in the day. They were there before my birthday. During my birthday and after my birthday more than happy to celebrate me over and over again.

It’s these people that I have poured so much of my life into and who has done the same that our lives are now intertwined with no going back. Like yarn so tangled together no one bothers to separate anymore. Jesse McCartney captured what I wanted on my birthday in the best (and catchiest) way. “I want you and your beautiful soul“. It wasn’t all the things money could buy but it was just celebrating me and celebrating us. It was all the personalised heartfelt messages I received that I carry with me (and an email) in my heart that reminds me that I’m not alone and as much as I’m on their team, they’re on mine too.

I appreciate the cakes, the meals, the presents but more than that it was that they made time to be with me. I cannot ever really truly put my feelings into words and even then it would be inadequate but I do sincerely cherish each and every one of them and I thank God that my 22nd was a truly wonderful birthday.

Another milestone. 

Another milestone. 

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My baby sister graduated guys! Granted, it’s just primary six and it’s just the PSRs but aargh can they just stop growing for awhile? I’d like to think I am always capable of protecting her. But dangit, I’m not. I’m incapable of such an incredible feat. So here’s to her and all the baby-siblings growing up and to us who would be there watching them, cheering them on and celebrating them.