Gawd your skinny!

Growing up, I've always been told I was skinny. I never thought such comments were bad/negative. I also never knew exactly how skinny I was visibly/visually. I was happy. That's all that matters right? I might be underweight but I'm pretty happy & healthy. But after seeing photos of myself, taken by a friend, from the side, I finally see how skinny I was. And I have to say... Damn... It's not pretty. *note: photo taken 2010* After seeing these photos, I did try to gain some weight. I tried to gain it in a healthy manner and whenever my cravings kicked in, I welcomed it. But I have to say, my efforts were brutal. In the photo, I was 19. I took these flax seed oil for the longest time, with every meal I took. But it didn't really get me any where.

I am not bulimic and I am not anorexic.

It has been a year now since those pictures were taken.

Another friend of mine has taken a couple of pictures of me recently (8/2011). I have to say, I look better. I have gained 5 lbs.

Even my beloved mother told me I've gain some weight. She mentioned back then my collar bone stuck out. I have always thought my collar bone was out, but she claims it's not as visible as it was back then. So yeah, I can't tell, but I guess. I am now standing at 90 lbs in my early 20.

I gave up the idea of gaining weight. I eat whenever I'm hungry, and I take my vitamin supplements whenever I remember, and trust me, that's often. No change really.

Now....



I wanted to add another entry





and I know it's off topic



but....





I have a pretty awesome scar when I was younger....


The story?

I lived in Indonesia in a poor small hut fifteen years ago. My mom gave me a bag of chips to eat and the only source of light around was a lit candle. My mom stepped out for a moment to wash the clothes, leaving me inside the hut with the lit candle. After finishing off my chips, I held the empty bag. I saw the lit candle and walked toward it. I placed the bag over the candle and the bag burned. I dropped the bag and it landed right on my leg. I cried and my mom came rushing in. She freaked out when she found out what I did to myself,. Was I taken to the hospital? I actually don't know the answer to that question. I need to ask her that.

Well, that's the story. The End.

Fried Chicken (Gà Chiên)

I can't cook. It's simple as that.

So I decided to document some of my mom's cooking for future reference. ^_^

Add 1 spoon of Chicken Flavored Broth.......................................1 spoon of salt 1 spoon of suger......................................................3 spoon of seasoning 1 spoon of granulated garlic.......................(optional) half a can of natural coconut flavored

2 red globe & 3 pieces of garlic

Mix it,

& you should get something like this.

Now,

the chicken

Add 2 spoons of salt

Then with your hands,
mixed the chicken around so the salt is spread evenly throughout the chicken.

fill up the pot with water and wash/rinse the chicken 3 times.

Then add the chicken to this & mix the chicken around.

black peppers were added, how much black peppers were put in is by self preference

Turn on the air vent b/c the house is going to suffocate with this smell.

Take out a frying pan & add a lot of oil. (more oil, the better the chicken will cook. ^_^)

Slowly place the chicken into the pan.

until the side that's touching the oil has a "golden" color, flip it over and wait again for that side to be "golden" too.

Enjoy. ^_^

Re-blog: Oral (under-bite jaw) Surgery

Surgery 1 (July 27, 2009)

On the way to Children's Hospital for my, under-bite-jaw, surgery.


What time was my surgery? I think it was 7? I left the house by 6? I can't quite recall. It has been a year or two now. . ^_^

Got there & had to undress...


Then I was given this purple/pink liquid to put me to sleep...


My sister took pictures non-stop...So I had to hide...


In seconds...I was gone...



My mom and sister had to wait alittle over 4 hrs for me...


so I'm told...


After the surgery was over...


I was monitored for a while until it was safe to put me in a room...



Got a free toy! Chea! ^_^


Hrs later, I was put in my own room. ^_^



So in the end.

The surgeon said everything turned out well.

I stayed in the hospital for 2 days and 3 nights, then went home.

In a couple of days, I notice there was something strangely off...

A week later I went to get my x-ray done.

We had a problem.

My right jaw was perfectly positioned but...


My left jaw popped out of place.



So I had to go in for a 2nd surgery.

Surgery 2 (Sept. 2009)


Excuse me for the lack of quality in the photo since I did take this from my cell phone.

The idea was to push the jaw back into place but it had been so long and afraid the jaw may have already healed in that position, the surgeon decided it would be best to screw in my left jaw.

The results?...


I walked around with a lopsided face for a while...

FUN!

I'm just going to sum up what I had dealt with, in a year...
I suffered for two months on strict liquid diet.
That caused me some serious hair loss & weight (lost 10 lbs.)
My face was breaking out all over the place.
Going & coming home from school was awful.
I went straight to bed after I came home from school.
I was so drained by 3:00pm, suffered for another hr until school was out. (4:00pm)
Senior year wasn't exactly the best for me.
After the swelling came down...
I literally had a battle with myself.
My face turned out asymmetrical.
My right side was flat, but my left was round.
I spent a lot of time venting & blaming the surgeon, thinking this was his fault.
So I decided to visit a different surgeon to see his view on this.
He told me the problem was my own.
I have an asymmetrical face.
It took me awhile to accept it.
It was actually really, really, REALLY hard for me to accept it.
I was disturbed by the issue for the longest time.
I felt slightly depressed, numb.
The whole depression attitude scared me. I was not being myself and I knew it.

I had a couple of people telling me that they didn't notice the problem at all until I mentioned it. A friend even said, "Majority of the time, when people see you or talk to you. They don't look at your face, they look at your eyes or nose. They never look at any other part of your face. So don't worry about it."

That was a source of booster for me. I chose to adjust, and I did.

I'm still very consciously aware of my asymmetrical face, but I've learned to cope with it.

I try to sleep and eat more often on my left side now. ^_^ In hope that it would somehow fix this asymmetry.

But yeah, what can I do...

Now on to the more interesting & fascinating part...





the BEFORE & AFTER photos...






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Before...

After...
Amazing...isn't it?















Now...


I'm just a happy duckling free of braces! Whoo!


Last Updated: Feb. 5, 2011





More before and after pictures. ^_^

July, 11, 2009....................................Feb 15, 2011 March 27, 2009.....................................May 31, 2011 April 18, 2008.......................................Sept. 26, 2011

Aug. 13, 2008..........................................July 11, 2011

Aug. 13, 2008..........................................Aug. 8, 2011

June 2, 2008..........................................Oct. 21, 2011

I used to have an under-bite. Now, I have an overbite.
I have never realized how big my teeth were but I sure do love them that way!
Aside from the asymmetry, I'm pretty satisfied with how the surgery turned out. ^_^

Really appreciated this strangers comment.
Decided to re-blog this.
Maybe it'll be helpful to someone out there.

Taken: 11/6/13
Last Update: 11/8/13