I am barely surviving.
It's been a few weeks since I last updated my blog. It's not that I've been procrastinating; it's just that I find it such an effort to just... THINK. I mean, my brain is just so dead the moment I get home, I tell you, I can just sit in front of the telly with my eyes glazed over, and not know what the hell I've been watching for the past hour.
So, sorry peeps, just give me time to find my grey matter again. I am so drained, it is taking me aaaaaa llllooooooootttttt ooooooooffffffff tttttiiiiimmmmmmeeeeee just to get this post up.
Bear with it, will ya!
"I can see clearly now, the brain is gone..."
Thursday, 20 March 2008
Monday, 3 March 2008
Shit Happens
Life can’t get more crappy than it already is, right? Up to my eyeballs in shit and they still think I can take in one more job. Last week in the office I was just moments away from having salty tears ruin my drawings again. Again.
I drag my feet to work. Everyday. I miss the days when I actually wake up and look forward to what the day holds for me. Nothing excites me anymore.
Life is so structured, so monotonous, ITS EYEBALL-GOUGING BORING!
Wake up, shower, get dressed. Check, check, check. Eh, wait. Forget to wear bra. Happened this morning. Mind was preoccupied on how to survive another day in the hellhole, oops, office. Ok, bra on. Check. Kiss kids goodbye, slip into shoes, run to elevator landing. Check, check, check. Run to bus-stop in heels to catch feeder service. #@$%! Bus left just as I reached the main road. Pagi-pagi lagi da sumpah orang!
Reach the office, said a little prayer before switching on the workstation. For peace of mind and also my sanity. Cos it can get a little too crazy. Especially on Monday mornings.
Gone are the days when I can still joke and laugh with my colleagues. My colleagues say that I have turned into a grumpy old fart, coz I seem to lose my top every other minute. How not to, when my engineer is such a DUMB-ASS he puts a stupid donkey to shame.
ARGHHHHH!!!
If only I made a bet with my colleagues today. I think I would have won a few bucks. As predicted, by moi, he AWOL. Again. It's becoming a pattern. Either he comes sauntering in at 9, at noon, or doesn’t come in at all. F***ing Jerk! Today, he didn’t turn up at all. And no phonecall. Zilch, zero, nada, nothing!
An operations staff from the workshops once mentioned that if we were to wait for my engineer to turn up for meetings and make a decision, the company would have “closed-shop” long ago.
My boss have hinted a few times to this bugger to buck up. But it remains to be seen. Gone case lah. I think he is just waiting to collect his bonus end of this month and leave. Well, I say good riddance.
What people say you cannot do, you try and find that you can.
Henry David Thoreau
I drag my feet to work. Everyday. I miss the days when I actually wake up and look forward to what the day holds for me. Nothing excites me anymore.
Life is so structured, so monotonous, ITS EYEBALL-GOUGING BORING!
Wake up, shower, get dressed. Check, check, check. Eh, wait. Forget to wear bra. Happened this morning. Mind was preoccupied on how to survive another day in the hellhole, oops, office. Ok, bra on. Check. Kiss kids goodbye, slip into shoes, run to elevator landing. Check, check, check. Run to bus-stop in heels to catch feeder service. #@$%! Bus left just as I reached the main road. Pagi-pagi lagi da sumpah orang!
Reach the office, said a little prayer before switching on the workstation. For peace of mind and also my sanity. Cos it can get a little too crazy. Especially on Monday mornings.
Gone are the days when I can still joke and laugh with my colleagues. My colleagues say that I have turned into a grumpy old fart, coz I seem to lose my top every other minute. How not to, when my engineer is such a DUMB-ASS he puts a stupid donkey to shame.
ARGHHHHH!!!
If only I made a bet with my colleagues today. I think I would have won a few bucks. As predicted, by moi, he AWOL. Again. It's becoming a pattern. Either he comes sauntering in at 9, at noon, or doesn’t come in at all. F***ing Jerk! Today, he didn’t turn up at all. And no phonecall. Zilch, zero, nada, nothing!
An operations staff from the workshops once mentioned that if we were to wait for my engineer to turn up for meetings and make a decision, the company would have “closed-shop” long ago.
My boss have hinted a few times to this bugger to buck up. But it remains to be seen. Gone case lah. I think he is just waiting to collect his bonus end of this month and leave. Well, I say good riddance.
What people say you cannot do, you try and find that you can.
Henry David Thoreau
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Goody two shus
Met up with the Chai Chee clan about a fortnight ago. Another excuse to walk-walk, eat and shop. Mum finally agreed that Crocs are worth the money. Actually her soles were hurting from all those heels she's been wearing.
So we decided to go to the Marina outlet. And.. mum... chose... the... wedgies... I don't get it. Another pair of heels? I get enough workout on my toes walking in heels from Monday to Thursday in the office. (Truth be told, I cheat a little. I got a spare set of flip-flops in the office. Swear by my Havaianas.) Looking around the shop while my mum was deciding on colours... I saw a pair... THE pair... Celeste Suede.
So we decided to go to the Marina outlet. And.. mum... chose... the... wedgies... I don't get it. Another pair of heels? I get enough workout on my toes walking in heels from Monday to Thursday in the office. (Truth be told, I cheat a little. I got a spare set of flip-flops in the office. Swear by my Havaianas.) Looking around the shop while my mum was deciding on colours... I saw a pair... THE pair... Celeste Suede.
Berry nice! Berry comfy! Berry worth the price! Looks a little grubby even tho I've worn it only twice. Personally, I call it well-seasoned. Hubs really liked a pair he saw, but damn of all damns... it had pig lining. Too bad!
See!!!!! I manages to upload pictures!!!!! After searching the whole room and cussing, I finally found the USB cable. In the study table drawer. How dense. Yaaaaayyyyy!!!
So there... my wishlist is slowly being realised... can't wait to get my hands on a pair of Campers, tho'. That one... will have to wait for a little while... Even then, I dare not stop by the outlet at Beeboh CT, or else the staff will have to mop up my drool.
Life s one damned thing after another. - Elbert Hubbard
Sunday, 24 February 2008
Things that go bump
It has been an eventful Feb. Caught a few movies, lost a few kilos, experienced some hibby-jibbies, got myself a few things I wanted... haiiiizzzz could it get any better? February has been a good month. March... has never been a good month for me. Well, apart from my dad's and son's birthdays, nothing interesting happens. Ok, let's not plunge into March first. There are still a few things in February that I gotta let youz people know.
Just last week I had a very freakin' impossible deadline to work on. My fingers were practically like sotong tentacles all over the keyboard. Even then, I only managed to finish like only 2/3 of it by Thursday night. I was in the office until about 9-ish when I realised what the time was. Then it struck me, malam jumaat. Apa lagi, blah lah. As I was making my way home, I told myself that I had to come in a little earlier tomorrow to make sure everything was in order for my boss by 8+.
By 6.50am the next day, I was already seated at my cubby hole ready to pound the keys again. Oh God! Has my life been reduced to just work, work, work? Just as I was about to work on the first slide, I heard some rustling sounds diagonally opposite me. Can't be. I was the only one in the office. Looked up, there was no one there. So I plugged the earphones in my ear and switched on the radio. CSK! CSK! CSK! There it was again. It sounded like someone was rearranging messy papers on the table. "Dammit, I need to work here!" I "talked" to it(?) silently. It went quiet.
CSK! CSK! CSK! This time it sounded more like someone crumpling a plastic bag. Don't know where I got the nerve to stay on and continue working. But I pulled out the earphones and set my radio to loudspeaker. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Damn! Only 7.00am. Please remember, I only switched on the light above my cubby hole. The rest of the office was still dark. Then out of the corner of my left eye, I thought I saw someone walking past my cubby hole. Erh, can't be. Moved too fast. Where the heck did I have the guts to stay on and continue working? I have no freakin' idea. Again, the shadow passed a few times just out of my direct view. Irritating, right?
Then I thought I saw a long haired person walk by a particular area. I thought, hey, someone else is here to keep me company. Then I realised. Heeeeeyyyyyy...... the only person with access to that particular area usually comes just in time at 8.00am sharp. And it's a guy.
SO WHO WAS THAT?????
Your guess is as good as mine.
Just last week I had a very freakin' impossible deadline to work on. My fingers were practically like sotong tentacles all over the keyboard. Even then, I only managed to finish like only 2/3 of it by Thursday night. I was in the office until about 9-ish when I realised what the time was. Then it struck me, malam jumaat. Apa lagi, blah lah. As I was making my way home, I told myself that I had to come in a little earlier tomorrow to make sure everything was in order for my boss by 8+.
By 6.50am the next day, I was already seated at my cubby hole ready to pound the keys again. Oh God! Has my life been reduced to just work, work, work? Just as I was about to work on the first slide, I heard some rustling sounds diagonally opposite me. Can't be. I was the only one in the office. Looked up, there was no one there. So I plugged the earphones in my ear and switched on the radio. CSK! CSK! CSK! There it was again. It sounded like someone was rearranging messy papers on the table. "Dammit, I need to work here!" I "talked" to it(?) silently. It went quiet.
CSK! CSK! CSK! This time it sounded more like someone crumpling a plastic bag. Don't know where I got the nerve to stay on and continue working. But I pulled out the earphones and set my radio to loudspeaker. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Damn! Only 7.00am. Please remember, I only switched on the light above my cubby hole. The rest of the office was still dark. Then out of the corner of my left eye, I thought I saw someone walking past my cubby hole. Erh, can't be. Moved too fast. Where the heck did I have the guts to stay on and continue working? I have no freakin' idea. Again, the shadow passed a few times just out of my direct view. Irritating, right?
Then I thought I saw a long haired person walk by a particular area. I thought, hey, someone else is here to keep me company. Then I realised. Heeeeeyyyyyy...... the only person with access to that particular area usually comes just in time at 8.00am sharp. And it's a guy.
SO WHO WAS THAT?????
Your guess is as good as mine.
The fearless are merely fearless. People who act in spite of their fear are truly brave.
James A. Lafond-Lewis
Saturday, 16 February 2008
Movie, movie, movie
After like... ages of not going to a cinema... I caught 3 movies in a fortnight. Overdose. Yah. But they were good movies. Ok lah. Watchable.
CNY eve, for want of an activity to kill boredom, caught “Atonement” with 2 of my galpals at Shaw cinema. Kiera Knightley was in it. Had a good storyline, but I think too much time was spent on the war scenes (not relevant, I felt). That woman got no boobs, man! Not even lime-sized! Washboard flat! Thank gosh she had prominent nipples, or else she could be passed off for a guy. I mean check out her jawbone structure! I mean, yahlah, I was that bored in some parts of the movie to make my mind wander. One of my galpals actually fell asleep n SNORED a little. I had to elbow her a few times throughout the movie. Gotcha, Lin!
Just this past Wednesday I thought of taking time off to myself and watch “Jumper” at Jpt. Actually, I was on lazy leave from the office. Woke up at 7.40, work starts at 8.00. So whaddaya think? But hubs saw me on the website page n decided to book tix online. 9.15 show. Yah. In the pm. Yah. At vivocity. Yah. I thought… omg, I gotta get up early tmr to work, know….
So ok lah. He click, click, click and did the necessary. Then said he wanted to go to the AXS machine to get the tix. I said ok lah fine. Go get it. Spent the afternoon surfing the ‘net for nonsense thingies lah. Brain wasn’t really functioning. 7+, went to vivocity in a cab. Tried again at the AXS machine ar Citibank to get tix. Still cant. So went straight up to GV to get them. When he was at the counter, the staff said, “sir, u booked at GV Grand, not here.” SO… a bit whacked in the face coz overlooked a minor detail… nothing much, practically ran to cab stand ot get cab. Damned! Long q. suggested standing opposite St James. Yep, got cab. Pronto.
Managed to reach GV Grand before cut-off time. Apparently, he booked the gold class category. No wonder it costs $51 in total. And here we were in jeans, flip-flops and suburban scruffy tshirts. Was in my nerd specs and hair off my face with a hair band. No wonder the staff looked at us one kind.
The seats were comfy, blankets were provided, and food and drinks brought to us in the theatre (I think it was a twelve seater theatre). Bloody paying for exclusivity, I think. We didn’t q up at the candy bar to get our stuffs. We went to the lounge where we sat on comfy sofas and minders took our orders. But it was nice lah. Mcm orang suaku sikit!
The movie was nice. Hayden Christiansen nice eye candy, in a way. Samuel L Jackson never disappoints. But this time he played the baddie. No beshhh. Movie kept me awake, the aircon also. Cos even after swaddling myself in my shawl and their blanket, I was still shivering, but teeth not quite chattering yet.
I suggest you watch the movie. Worth the time and money. If you like x-men, you’ll like jumper. Same genre.
CNY eve, for want of an activity to kill boredom, caught “Atonement” with 2 of my galpals at Shaw cinema. Kiera Knightley was in it. Had a good storyline, but I think too much time was spent on the war scenes (not relevant, I felt). That woman got no boobs, man! Not even lime-sized! Washboard flat! Thank gosh she had prominent nipples, or else she could be passed off for a guy. I mean check out her jawbone structure! I mean, yahlah, I was that bored in some parts of the movie to make my mind wander. One of my galpals actually fell asleep n SNORED a little. I had to elbow her a few times throughout the movie. Gotcha, Lin!
Just this past Wednesday I thought of taking time off to myself and watch “Jumper” at Jpt. Actually, I was on lazy leave from the office. Woke up at 7.40, work starts at 8.00. So whaddaya think? But hubs saw me on the website page n decided to book tix online. 9.15 show. Yah. In the pm. Yah. At vivocity. Yah. I thought… omg, I gotta get up early tmr to work, know….
So ok lah. He click, click, click and did the necessary. Then said he wanted to go to the AXS machine to get the tix. I said ok lah fine. Go get it. Spent the afternoon surfing the ‘net for nonsense thingies lah. Brain wasn’t really functioning. 7+, went to vivocity in a cab. Tried again at the AXS machine ar Citibank to get tix. Still cant. So went straight up to GV to get them. When he was at the counter, the staff said, “sir, u booked at GV Grand, not here.” SO… a bit whacked in the face coz overlooked a minor detail… nothing much, practically ran to cab stand ot get cab. Damned! Long q. suggested standing opposite St James. Yep, got cab. Pronto.
Managed to reach GV Grand before cut-off time. Apparently, he booked the gold class category. No wonder it costs $51 in total. And here we were in jeans, flip-flops and suburban scruffy tshirts. Was in my nerd specs and hair off my face with a hair band. No wonder the staff looked at us one kind.
The seats were comfy, blankets were provided, and food and drinks brought to us in the theatre (I think it was a twelve seater theatre). Bloody paying for exclusivity, I think. We didn’t q up at the candy bar to get our stuffs. We went to the lounge where we sat on comfy sofas and minders took our orders. But it was nice lah. Mcm orang suaku sikit!
The movie was nice. Hayden Christiansen nice eye candy, in a way. Samuel L Jackson never disappoints. But this time he played the baddie. No beshhh. Movie kept me awake, the aircon also. Cos even after swaddling myself in my shawl and their blanket, I was still shivering, but teeth not quite chattering yet.
I suggest you watch the movie. Worth the time and money. If you like x-men, you’ll like jumper. Same genre.
Yesterday met up with another of my gerfren. Decided to catch a movie at Cathay Cineleisure. We both had not been to that place in yonks… to the extent we got lost trying to find the ticket counter. Yah lah, blurchicks lah both of us. Actually we planned to watch “PS I Love You”, but after reading reviews, think that “Juno” was a better watch. Actually, hilarious in a serious, weepy kind of way.
You gotta watch it if you can. After the movie, we just need to say the words “division sign, plus sign”, “SunnyD”, orange tictacs”, or the best yet “golden shorts”. We’ll both be laughing our heads off. Well, actually, we were either crying or laughing or both, throughout the whole movie. You watch the movie, you’ll know why.
It’s M18, so if you’re underaged, too bad. Geek guys, don’t miss it. There’s Jennifer Garner. She’s good in my books. And also Jason Bateman. Not that I am a fan. Still looks the same all these years, only a little pudgier.
After movie we went to coffee club @ taka to eat. Hungry mah! This time had no minders to bring food to us, lah, ok. Didn’t eat much, cos there was so much to talk about. Yah, it happens when girls meet. We gossip. Nah. We bitch. About anything and everything. And I think we both still look ok after having 2 kids each, cos I think the wait staff were flirting a little. Wakakakakaka!! Erh, one was when he was taking our orders… toffee-coffee and cheesecake and raspberry coulis for me… delish! Stayed there till about 11, I think, then we drove around a bit, coz we still had loads to upload, decided to hang at starbucks, coz they close at 2am. Talked and talked and talked and talked. Until closing time. Actually we still had loads to talk about, so we are definitely meeting up again soon.
Yeah, Gladys, I make sure we meet up again soon. This time we find a cinema closer to our area. Hubs… stay home and mind the kids for me, thanks.
Btw, got my running shoes. New Balance. In maroon and grey/silver. Sounds icky, but looks nice. And definitely feels good on my feet. Thanks hubs.
You did say you’ll pay for my 24 month gym contract, right? I’ll hold your word to it!
PS : Yayyyy!!!!! Blurchick know how to upload pix oredy!!!!
Two may talk together under the same roof for many years, yet never really meet; and two others at first speech are old friends.
Mary Catherwood
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
Up and Down, Needs and Wants
Last week was another good reason to fill up the tank. I mean, in Singapore, what else is there to do apart from working and sleeping?
CNY eve, eat big with frens. CNY Day 1, eat big with siblings. CNY Day 2, eat in with family. CNY Day 3, eat out with family. CNY Day 4, eat many many many at Chai Chee. How could I ever say no to mum’s chicken curry and kremp’s cupcakes? Simply divinely heaven on earth. How to lose weight, then?
Actually on the eve of CNY eve, I was at the gym. Blasted an hour or so on the cardio machines, and little more on resistance training. But all gone to waste with all the eating I did on the following days.
To pacify myself (in self-defence mode), I declared it a ”let loose, what-the-heck” long weekend. Before heading to my mum’s place yesterday, I did a session at the gym in the morning. Managed to burn up about 450 calories (kept track this time), banged up my knee pretty bad (old injury), got a slight migraine (straining with weights and breathlessness – propranolol a great big help), and just plain knocked out. It was a case of mind over matter to get my body from jpt all the way to st91.
But actually, it wasn’t all that bad… I managed to shave off 2kgs. Yayyyyy!!!! Then it got me thinking… if only… IF ONLY… I didn’t plough my way through the weekend with food, I could have lost more. On one hand, I feel like jumping and dancing like Grandpa Bucket, on the other hand, I feel like giving myself a big kick in the behind for not having the cow-sense to control my eating. Quick, someone pass me a Meiji Dark Chocolate bar. What? No hep? Nebermine. I’ll get one tomolo at 7-11 on the way to work.
Needs : glucosamine tablets (my knees goes click-click everytime I walk) abt $45, elastic knee binder (size M) : abt $30, wardrobe overhaul (pangkat sudah up lah beb!) : many many $$$, pay 24mth gym contract (expiry next mth) : abt $1900, subscription to Shape magazine (better than Her World) : $60, new pair of sports shoes – pref mizuno, asics, nb or saucony : abt $230, (nike and adidas sux, only good for streetwear, I think).
Wants : crème de la mer anti-wrinkle/eye bag cream (used up the sampler) : omg, so ex!!, a pair of 3lbs foam covered dumbbells (to workout at home) : abt $43, nike yoga mat and carrier (becoz I like the texture and colors) : abt $65, a pair of heels from Guess? (just becoz) : abt $120, a pair of Crocs (old one in the archives already) : abt $90, a pair of Campers sneakers (wore old one to extinction) : abt $320.
Valentine’s Day coming up. Forget fancy flower bouquets, forget little blue packages with white ribbons. Not much of a bling-bling kind of girl. Just give me earth-shattering, lip-smacking chocolates (try to get it from Candy Empire – or just the banana split from nyny @ citylink mall) and pick from one of the above. See which one fits into your budget.
Hubs… HINT! HINT! HINT! Be generous. Please.
Who said Val Day only for lovers? Friend-ly love, sister-ly love (hint, hint!), daughter-ly love, sister-inlaw-ly love, cousin-ly love, colleague-ly love, ex-schoolmate-y love, neighbour-ly love… the more the merrier. Have I missed out anyone? So see which category you fit into, and do the necessary. Do I have to spell it out for you?
How much do I love thee… depends on which of the above you get me. Shameless, this chick!
Wakakakakakakakakakakaka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dream on, blubber! PS : I am usually not so thick-skinned. Must be the overworked liver flushing out the toxins.
Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.
Mark Twain
CNY eve, eat big with frens. CNY Day 1, eat big with siblings. CNY Day 2, eat in with family. CNY Day 3, eat out with family. CNY Day 4, eat many many many at Chai Chee. How could I ever say no to mum’s chicken curry and kremp’s cupcakes? Simply divinely heaven on earth. How to lose weight, then?
Actually on the eve of CNY eve, I was at the gym. Blasted an hour or so on the cardio machines, and little more on resistance training. But all gone to waste with all the eating I did on the following days.
To pacify myself (in self-defence mode), I declared it a ”let loose, what-the-heck” long weekend. Before heading to my mum’s place yesterday, I did a session at the gym in the morning. Managed to burn up about 450 calories (kept track this time), banged up my knee pretty bad (old injury), got a slight migraine (straining with weights and breathlessness – propranolol a great big help), and just plain knocked out. It was a case of mind over matter to get my body from jpt all the way to st91.
But actually, it wasn’t all that bad… I managed to shave off 2kgs. Yayyyyy!!!! Then it got me thinking… if only… IF ONLY… I didn’t plough my way through the weekend with food, I could have lost more. On one hand, I feel like jumping and dancing like Grandpa Bucket, on the other hand, I feel like giving myself a big kick in the behind for not having the cow-sense to control my eating. Quick, someone pass me a Meiji Dark Chocolate bar. What? No hep? Nebermine. I’ll get one tomolo at 7-11 on the way to work.
Needs : glucosamine tablets (my knees goes click-click everytime I walk) abt $45, elastic knee binder (size M) : abt $30, wardrobe overhaul (pangkat sudah up lah beb!) : many many $$$, pay 24mth gym contract (expiry next mth) : abt $1900, subscription to Shape magazine (better than Her World) : $60, new pair of sports shoes – pref mizuno, asics, nb or saucony : abt $230, (nike and adidas sux, only good for streetwear, I think).
Wants : crème de la mer anti-wrinkle/eye bag cream (used up the sampler) : omg, so ex!!, a pair of 3lbs foam covered dumbbells (to workout at home) : abt $43, nike yoga mat and carrier (becoz I like the texture and colors) : abt $65, a pair of heels from Guess? (just becoz) : abt $120, a pair of Crocs (old one in the archives already) : abt $90, a pair of Campers sneakers (wore old one to extinction) : abt $320.
Valentine’s Day coming up. Forget fancy flower bouquets, forget little blue packages with white ribbons. Not much of a bling-bling kind of girl. Just give me earth-shattering, lip-smacking chocolates (try to get it from Candy Empire – or just the banana split from nyny @ citylink mall) and pick from one of the above. See which one fits into your budget.
Hubs… HINT! HINT! HINT! Be generous. Please.
Who said Val Day only for lovers? Friend-ly love, sister-ly love (hint, hint!), daughter-ly love, sister-inlaw-ly love, cousin-ly love, colleague-ly love, ex-schoolmate-y love, neighbour-ly love… the more the merrier. Have I missed out anyone? So see which category you fit into, and do the necessary. Do I have to spell it out for you?
How much do I love thee… depends on which of the above you get me. Shameless, this chick!
Wakakakakakakakakakakaka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dream on, blubber! PS : I am usually not so thick-skinned. Must be the overworked liver flushing out the toxins.
Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.
Mark Twain
Saturday, 9 February 2008
The Blob
Yah. I’m still fat. Since x’mas I have been controlling my food intake. Serious. I have been having only salads for lunch. Sometimes with a little canned tuna, boiled ‘taters, grilled chooks or just plain greens. So far I am still standing up n breathing ok. Kinda made me discover that I can live without rice. But I can’t go for more than a day without bread. I still need that little bit of starch/carbo thing to get my day going. So I indulge a little bit.
Breakfast… nutella and peanut butter between 2 slices of bread. Huh? What kind of a diet is that? But I find that if I just slather butter n sugar or plain pbj… it doesn’t work for me. I’ll be damn peckish by 10.30am. So by trial n error, nutella n peanut butter is just nice. I’ll be felling slightly peckish by 11.45am or so… I’ll stave it off by drinking about a 300-400ml of plain water. Then just nice, I’ll have my lunch at 12.15pm. All thanks to bibik, I don’t have to wake up any earlier to pack the lunch. Bless her soul! Dinner, depends. Sometimes I’ll be working late in the office, so I don’t have the energy to eat when I get home.
Usually dinner is just a full cup of low-fat milk. Either HL or Meiji. Other than those two, the other brands taste a little flat. But I can’t stomach HL chocolate, banana or strawberry flavours. But I got to make it known, oat milk tastes great. At the moment I just cant remember the brand. Was it marigold… or magnolia… I only recall that it starts from letter M…mmmmmm nice! If I feel really hungry when I get home, I’ll just take whatever is for dinner in a small bowl just to keep my stomach filled. And yeah, no rice. Serious!
It went ok… for a while.
Then my weight reached a plateau. Didn’t move. I got so stressed! No matter how much I sweated at the gym, it just won’t melt off. Do you know how depressing it was? Still is! So now if I knock off early, I will walk the whole of jpt. No spending (ok, mb just a little bit). Then I’ll take the bus home, drop a bus stop further from my place AND continue walking. If I am at the gym, I’ll stick the cross trainer like glue, until my knees feel like jelly and still it will hover at that dreaded weight. I wonder if cutting my hair shorter will make me weigh less. Hahaha! What a stupid thought!
But I make exceptions for… sushi!
This is a daily battle for me. And it makes it harder when people keep saying that I am fat, I never seem to stop eating, and all those negative comments. God! You think I like being fat? But I wont go to the extent of dieting and surviving on coffee and crackers. Everyday. My ex-schoolmate was a regular in NUH. Forever on a drip. It messed up her internals so much she couldn’t conceive and went through, I think, two miscarriages. That count was when I last met her 4 years ago. Tu keje bodoh. She was so conscious of looking good that she sometimes wouldn’t let anything pass her lips. Even though it was clear to all that she was in a cold sweat and about to pass out. Stupid!
I’d rather be a little filled-out and healthy, rather than stick-thin and miserable. I mean, how can any stick insect live in Singapore when there are so many foods to try out? But losing a few inches would be nice. It sounds nicer to ask for a medium size than a large size. I realised that it’s more satisfying to see my weight drop in terms of clothes sizes than by weight. Wish me luck!
It's OK to be fat. So you're fat. Just be fat and shut up about it.
Roseanne Arnold
Breakfast… nutella and peanut butter between 2 slices of bread. Huh? What kind of a diet is that? But I find that if I just slather butter n sugar or plain pbj… it doesn’t work for me. I’ll be damn peckish by 10.30am. So by trial n error, nutella n peanut butter is just nice. I’ll be felling slightly peckish by 11.45am or so… I’ll stave it off by drinking about a 300-400ml of plain water. Then just nice, I’ll have my lunch at 12.15pm. All thanks to bibik, I don’t have to wake up any earlier to pack the lunch. Bless her soul! Dinner, depends. Sometimes I’ll be working late in the office, so I don’t have the energy to eat when I get home.
Usually dinner is just a full cup of low-fat milk. Either HL or Meiji. Other than those two, the other brands taste a little flat. But I can’t stomach HL chocolate, banana or strawberry flavours. But I got to make it known, oat milk tastes great. At the moment I just cant remember the brand. Was it marigold… or magnolia… I only recall that it starts from letter M…mmmmmm nice! If I feel really hungry when I get home, I’ll just take whatever is for dinner in a small bowl just to keep my stomach filled. And yeah, no rice. Serious!
It went ok… for a while.
Then my weight reached a plateau. Didn’t move. I got so stressed! No matter how much I sweated at the gym, it just won’t melt off. Do you know how depressing it was? Still is! So now if I knock off early, I will walk the whole of jpt. No spending (ok, mb just a little bit). Then I’ll take the bus home, drop a bus stop further from my place AND continue walking. If I am at the gym, I’ll stick the cross trainer like glue, until my knees feel like jelly and still it will hover at that dreaded weight. I wonder if cutting my hair shorter will make me weigh less. Hahaha! What a stupid thought!
But I make exceptions for… sushi!
This is a daily battle for me. And it makes it harder when people keep saying that I am fat, I never seem to stop eating, and all those negative comments. God! You think I like being fat? But I wont go to the extent of dieting and surviving on coffee and crackers. Everyday. My ex-schoolmate was a regular in NUH. Forever on a drip. It messed up her internals so much she couldn’t conceive and went through, I think, two miscarriages. That count was when I last met her 4 years ago. Tu keje bodoh. She was so conscious of looking good that she sometimes wouldn’t let anything pass her lips. Even though it was clear to all that she was in a cold sweat and about to pass out. Stupid!
I’d rather be a little filled-out and healthy, rather than stick-thin and miserable. I mean, how can any stick insect live in Singapore when there are so many foods to try out? But losing a few inches would be nice. It sounds nicer to ask for a medium size than a large size. I realised that it’s more satisfying to see my weight drop in terms of clothes sizes than by weight. Wish me luck!
It's OK to be fat. So you're fat. Just be fat and shut up about it.
Roseanne Arnold
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