People hate my face.

It's been described as blur, angry, unfriendly, skeptical... The most positive description I ever got was that I have an "intense stare".

Why?!?!?!

Of course those comments only ever came from people who don't really know me that well, but still, is my default face expression that bad?!

As if I walked around looking like this all the time.

(Can't Think Of A Creative Title), Things I Like #4

I never noticed how icky it can be to cycle in the rain. Today I cycled from home to the cathedral to meet a friend and then we cycled to a mutual friend's house together. (Just checked on Google Maps, it's a full 10km!! Dear body fat, please cry now.) So it was raining la. When I left I looked and felt like this:

Upon arrival:

I have no idea how she managed to look so happy.

Everything felt like it was stuck to something else. Hair plastered to face, clothing stuck on skin, butt stuck to the saddle, sandals stuck to feet. It was hard to tell if the stickiness was due to rain or sweat. And it wasn't even really raining that heavily okay! Cos rain in Germany is that lousy, cannot measure up to Malaysian rain. Kesian those motorcyclists in Malaysia!

The best thing is when we finally arrived our friend opened the door and asked: "Oh, is it raining outside?" Reallrrwwwyyyyy????!!!

Then we went in, dried off, and sat down to lunch. Which brings me to The Thing I Like #4: Rhabarber. Rhabarber looks like this.

Sort of like celery, but pink. Since I came to Germany I've eaten rhabarber only a few times but they were all so good! First encounter looked kinda like this: 

Rhabarber cake baked my our neighbour's grandmother.

The sour taste went really well with the sweetness of the cake and the meringue top! 

The dessert my friend made today was rhabarber plus strawberries with cream and sugar. Sooooogooooood. I'm totally going to try making that at least once before rhabarber and strawberry season is over. 

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In my last post I wrote about going to a dermatologist to get my moles looked at and hoped she wouldn't ask me to strip. Well, guess what? She did. She made me strip down to my underwear :'( and then when she asked me if I had any moles under those and I didn't know, she asked me to show her anyway. AND THEN she went and found a mole between my ass cheeks! ^$&%@*#@! What a humiliating experience. 

Only good thing is it seems my moles are fine, there's only one big one she wants me to get removed so the operation is in October. 

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Funny short video to end a post!