I got a call this afternoon from a Jesse inviting me to participate in a Netball match tonght... I sign up a few weeks ago not expecting much from it. Then he adds to my little mind orgasm by telling me that this position is permanent... Could not stop myself from smiling, in fact I think he wind may have change cos I just looked in the mirror and I look terrible anyway... Change of topic... Now Miss A and Miss D wantto join in also!! What fun!!!!!! All the ladies that are comin tonght haven't met each other so I'm definately not alone!
Wonder how my first game of Netball will unfold?
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Lunch by myself
No one to entertain, no need to create meaningless conversation, no need to enlighten anyone... Eating ones lunch by oneself is the secret. Although it may seem a tad anti-social, it is actually giving you enough time to appreciate the finer things in life, things that we take for granted. How often do you actually WANT to slow down your eating and really appreciate the explosion of flavours in your mouth? How often do you have time to sit here and reflect on the day? People are so overwhelmed these days, noone has the time of the day for themselves.
I say this because I just had lunch alone at my desk... I realized that minestrone in my bowl contains a few types of beans, not sure what hey are but he texture s different...maybe I'm just trying to sugarcoat the fact that I had noone to lunch with!!!!
Got a work meeting soon, I must attempt to stay awake... Ever notice how difficult it is to stay awake??? It is one of the hardest things to fight off... I've never successfully won... Have you?
I say this because I just had lunch alone at my desk... I realized that minestrone in my bowl contains a few types of beans, not sure what hey are but he texture s different...maybe I'm just trying to sugarcoat the fact that I had noone to lunch with!!!!
Got a work meeting soon, I must attempt to stay awake... Ever notice how difficult it is to stay awake??? It is one of the hardest things to fight off... I've never successfully won... Have you?
Monday, December 6, 2010
Public Transport
So, it another one of hose days when you decide to take a risk and do something out of the norm... But then watch as it backfires against you. My situation isn't half as serious as the sentence sounds but I did feel the urge to self-slap my forehead...
Whilst drivin to the train station this morning, I decided to bypass my normal station and head to the next one in high hopes of catching the early train... Turns out Melbournes transport is just what it's rumoured to be.... If I'd rename it, it would probably be LOSTLINK - taking your money and getting you nowhere.
Has anyone bought a ticket lately? A full fare daily ticket into and out of he city will burn a $10 hole in your pocket. What? You wanted to eat? Forget it, you may as well suck on your thumb to simulate an eating motion.. On my recent trip into japan and hong kong, I can say that the transport system there is worthy of being called a transport system... Especially japan... Every nook and cranny is being serviced with some kinda transport line.
Hate to bitch but yeh...
Whilst drivin to the train station this morning, I decided to bypass my normal station and head to the next one in high hopes of catching the early train... Turns out Melbournes transport is just what it's rumoured to be.... If I'd rename it, it would probably be LOSTLINK - taking your money and getting you nowhere.
Has anyone bought a ticket lately? A full fare daily ticket into and out of he city will burn a $10 hole in your pocket. What? You wanted to eat? Forget it, you may as well suck on your thumb to simulate an eating motion.. On my recent trip into japan and hong kong, I can say that the transport system there is worthy of being called a transport system... Especially japan... Every nook and cranny is being serviced with some kinda transport line.
Hate to bitch but yeh...
Friday, December 3, 2010
Mobile Blogging
Blogging the iPhone way is the new in-thing... It definitely is convenient but there's this constant danger of having someone throw the phone against the wall because of the auto spell checker embedded in the phone - oh wait, that person would be me.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Moving out...
It's quite funny actually, it's a Thursday night where I have nothing to do. sure I'm surfing the internet but truthfully I have nothing to surf. In actual fact, I'm sitting in front of youtube prying my brain open to old songs that I used to love. I swear, music made back then is MUSIC. Nowadays, everyone is yelling into a microphone wearing nothing but stickytape across the nipples...
I realised I haven't blogged since I got back from my Japan trip, either I've become lazy or I lack inspiration. Perhaps a mixture of both? More like work is sucking all my creative juices out, rolling it up into a ball and shoving it up my ass! I just don't understand how some people can stay in a position and in the SAME company for over 10 years... when I was working at Myers, there were some older ladies that were hitting close to 20 years at ONE make up counter. Of course, I admire their stability and stupidity... I'm barely passed my first year and I'm already getting "too used" to how everything works.
So Mr V's brother's wife is arriving in Melbourne today and that effectively means Mr V is moving out on his own. I've been tentatively looking for apartments to rent. Sure work bores me, sure life tests me, sure food makes me fat but the big news that overrides all bad news is that Mr V asked MUA... to move in with him?! I mean, who would've thought that Mr CommitmentPhobic would ask ME to move in. That is like, me eating a block of butter... totally impossible yet it happened. Of course, my voice faltered over the phone to a "..err... huh?...you...wha..." Cooking and cleaning for him will be fun! Especially the grocery shopping! About 2 years ago during our Hong Kong trip, he may have drank a little too much beer but he'd mentioned that we should move in together... then he never bought it up again so I assume that it was the walking beer bottle that was talking! Lets see how this one fares out...
I realised I haven't blogged since I got back from my Japan trip, either I've become lazy or I lack inspiration. Perhaps a mixture of both? More like work is sucking all my creative juices out, rolling it up into a ball and shoving it up my ass! I just don't understand how some people can stay in a position and in the SAME company for over 10 years... when I was working at Myers, there were some older ladies that were hitting close to 20 years at ONE make up counter. Of course, I admire their stability and stupidity... I'm barely passed my first year and I'm already getting "too used" to how everything works.
So Mr V's brother's wife is arriving in Melbourne today and that effectively means Mr V is moving out on his own. I've been tentatively looking for apartments to rent. Sure work bores me, sure life tests me, sure food makes me fat but the big news that overrides all bad news is that Mr V asked MUA... to move in with him?! I mean, who would've thought that Mr CommitmentPhobic would ask ME to move in. That is like, me eating a block of butter... totally impossible yet it happened. Of course, my voice faltered over the phone to a "..err... huh?...you...wha..." Cooking and cleaning for him will be fun! Especially the grocery shopping! About 2 years ago during our Hong Kong trip, he may have drank a little too much beer but he'd mentioned that we should move in together... then he never bought it up again so I assume that it was the walking beer bottle that was talking! Lets see how this one fares out...
Friday, August 20, 2010
12 days to go til Japanland!
Wow! It's finally Friday and finally something worth celebrating about. This whole week has been pretty miserable and boredomsome. Another day down and another day closer to my trip to Japanland.
Did some calculations today - some serious head-whacking math work. It's going to cost us $4500 together for our 15 day trip to Japan! According to Japan-guide.com, that is considered a LUXURY trip. A budget trip is pretty much half of what we have planned out. However, I justify this by saying "this is our first trip out of Australia... and we deserve the best money can buy!" I shall slogan that.
Well we are travelling Jetstar with added leg room $78, comfort packs $14, entertainment packs $48! hahaha! talk about budget travelling :D
Miss A works day and night, often up to 10 days in a row of 6am starts and 1 hour tram rides home. She has sacrificed heaps to attend this trip comfortably and in my opinion, she has rights to travel as luxuriously as she likes.
The only thing about the added leg room is that we are pretty much 'exposed'. I like the feeling of being boxed in...you know, when there is a seat in front of you and you can put your makeup on or take it off or look hideous (due to altitude) and no one can see you. BUT after my trips on Airasia, it gets so frustrating when you have no room to move around in. I'm sure, with the added leg room, we'll be able to sleep on the 9 hour flight.
It's voting time tomorrow. I'm wondering who to vote for. I haven't actually been following the election campaign. So here's my two cents (and its not the very intelligent version either):
1) I like Julia Gillard because:
- she's a woman.
- she was deputy PM.
- She s strong-willed.
- She speaks well.
- She hasn't had a full term to prove her worth.
- She didn't want to move into the PM's house. Modest.
- but She can't answer a direct question.
2) I like Tony Abbot because
- he's liberal.
- but he's against abortions.
- but he's creepy.
So... i'm confused right now.
I may as well leave the headfuck on who to vote for tomorrow. I'll do it on a whim...
I love having this little blog to write down my thoughts and feelings... it's nice to get them out in the open. Sometimes I tell people what I think and then I have to listen to their opinion of what they thought about it, and sometimes these can be quite lengthy. When I write it on here, I can tap the POST button, dust my hands and be done with it. Like the time when I told Mr.V about a friend who let lose their LARGE dog into a nature park instead of taking it to the pound (where there was a 99% chance that it would be put down due to the dog's large size and reduced adoptability). Then conversation took a turn and I, instead, copped a lecture about having no responsibility in owning a dog and that my friends are bad. The conversation lasted for about 30minutes of me, nodding my head and him getting more fired up. He loves dogs, you see.
I simple said "oh... yes. I understand exactly what you mean." and that was the end of that nightmare.
But I still love him to bits!
Did some calculations today - some serious head-whacking math work. It's going to cost us $4500 together for our 15 day trip to Japan! According to Japan-guide.com, that is considered a LUXURY trip. A budget trip is pretty much half of what we have planned out. However, I justify this by saying "this is our first trip out of Australia... and we deserve the best money can buy!" I shall slogan that.
Well we are travelling Jetstar with added leg room $78, comfort packs $14, entertainment packs $48! hahaha! talk about budget travelling :D
Miss A works day and night, often up to 10 days in a row of 6am starts and 1 hour tram rides home. She has sacrificed heaps to attend this trip comfortably and in my opinion, she has rights to travel as luxuriously as she likes.
The only thing about the added leg room is that we are pretty much 'exposed'. I like the feeling of being boxed in...you know, when there is a seat in front of you and you can put your makeup on or take it off or look hideous (due to altitude) and no one can see you. BUT after my trips on Airasia, it gets so frustrating when you have no room to move around in. I'm sure, with the added leg room, we'll be able to sleep on the 9 hour flight.
It's voting time tomorrow. I'm wondering who to vote for. I haven't actually been following the election campaign. So here's my two cents (and its not the very intelligent version either):
1) I like Julia Gillard because:
- she's a woman.
- she was deputy PM.
- She s strong-willed.
- She speaks well.
- She hasn't had a full term to prove her worth.
- She didn't want to move into the PM's house. Modest.
- but She can't answer a direct question.
2) I like Tony Abbot because
- he's liberal.
- but he's against abortions.
- but he's creepy.
So... i'm confused right now.
I may as well leave the headfuck on who to vote for tomorrow. I'll do it on a whim...
I love having this little blog to write down my thoughts and feelings... it's nice to get them out in the open. Sometimes I tell people what I think and then I have to listen to their opinion of what they thought about it, and sometimes these can be quite lengthy. When I write it on here, I can tap the POST button, dust my hands and be done with it. Like the time when I told Mr.V about a friend who let lose their LARGE dog into a nature park instead of taking it to the pound (where there was a 99% chance that it would be put down due to the dog's large size and reduced adoptability). Then conversation took a turn and I, instead, copped a lecture about having no responsibility in owning a dog and that my friends are bad. The conversation lasted for about 30minutes of me, nodding my head and him getting more fired up. He loves dogs, you see.
Mr Doggie looked something like this.
I simple said "oh... yes. I understand exactly what you mean." and that was the end of that nightmare.
But I still love him to bits!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Scary news
It's starting to scare me quite abit. Miss S has mentioned that Miss N may be sneakily applying for new roles. There is no solid evidence but when someone walks downstairs to take a phonecall and utters "oh I can't talk now, call me after 5pm." one just has to be weary. It may not be that, it could be a boyfriend calling or a girlfriend enquiring about dinner in the evening.
Very scary indeed.
I'll write a longer and more meaningful post tomorrow.
I bet you wanna hear about what I ate... cos thats mighty interesting :)
Very scary indeed.
I'll write a longer and more meaningful post tomorrow.
I bet you wanna hear about what I ate... cos thats mighty interesting :)
Monday, August 16, 2010
6 Reasons To Be Depressed Today.
I'm feeling particulary depressed this morning, for a few reasons actually.
1. My weekend was yet another famous 'fatty-no-rules' weekend. Another opportunity to indulge in all the stuff that I normally give a palms up to. My self-control has dwindled down to :
Mr V: "Hey do you want to have KFers (Kentucky Fried Chicken, to all you non-fast-food-regulars)?"
Yvonne: "Hmm. Don't you want something alittle less heartattack, and alittle more healthy?"
Mr V: "Not so much. But you choose."
Yvonne: "Okay. KFers it is then."
See this no self control? I've become a food-monster and my spawn will only make this world worse than it is. Hence therefore I shall have no children yet until I transform myself.
2. It's a Monday. No explanation needed.
3. I've run out of the Pill. I may have dreamed it but I swear I thought I had another packet left. This morning as I rummaged through my toiletry bag, I was left dazed as I lifted my empty pill packet. That just sucks. It means I have to take another trip down to the doctors, wait in line for god-knows-how-long and see the doctor for less than 30 seconds. It is such a waste of time. Since I never change the pill anyway, why can't the doctor just prescribe year long prescriptions.
I know its for safety reasons but surely, if we start to bleed prefusedly, then we'd come in and see the doctor for a change.
I once visited a doctor in Footscray who was dodgey as hell. Nice office and nice guy but dodgey. He sat in his nice office chair and proceeded to tell me that I was beautiful. Then he walked over and held my hand and claimed that "[I] had such smooth hands, even smoother than his." This was flirting at its maximum... it was gross. BUT he did sit back down and write me a prescription for a years worth of the pill.
Unfortunately, that version of the Pill was unsuitable for my body and hence I had to reluctantly change it.
4. Mr G just came over to speak to me about work and conveniently stared at my screen (and my blog) while he spoke. That is, in my opinion, one of the most rudest things someone can do. I can't stand people standing behind me while I'm on the computer. What I look at (and it may not be anything erotic at all) is my private task. Just last week, I was skyping Miss S. about some work details and Mr G. comes up and says "Hey if you sit next to each other, why do you still skype each other?" So that obviously means one thing, he read the her skype.
What does Privacy mean nowadays? Has it all gone to hell? Can we read each other's phone messages, emails and notes? Is it okay to be nosey like that?
It is not okay.
Although I'm slightly hypocritical on this topic as I have, and confess, been through my own partner's phone... but that is okay cos it is. BUT when a grown man who is not in any relationship with you, looks at your private details... you've got to draw the line.
5. My coffee is cold. I've left it out too long while writing this blog. This adds to my depression.
6. Mr V sent me away to work this morning with a lovely kiss. Now my mind contains nothing but him. Oh... I miss him. Waking up on Monday mornings with him warm and next to me is excruciating. I usually end up laying in bed for another 15 minutes and loathe my alarm clock.
It's funny though. Miss C used to be at work and in her seat before 8am and usually is there before me. Since her partner arrived and starting living with her, shes consistantly at work at 8:20am. And I am the same. I wake up with the intention to be early but then you make breakfast, eat breakfast, have a quick chat and traffic seems to be extra dense.
Perhaps I'll post some happy news later in the day. Keep myself optimistic yeh?
1. My weekend was yet another famous 'fatty-no-rules' weekend. Another opportunity to indulge in all the stuff that I normally give a palms up to. My self-control has dwindled down to :
Mr V: "Hey do you want to have KFers (Kentucky Fried Chicken, to all you non-fast-food-regulars)?"
Yvonne: "Hmm. Don't you want something alittle less heartattack, and alittle more healthy?"
Mr V: "Not so much. But you choose."
Yvonne: "Okay. KFers it is then."
See this no self control? I've become a food-monster and my spawn will only make this world worse than it is. Hence therefore I shall have no children yet until I transform myself.
2. It's a Monday. No explanation needed.
3. I've run out of the Pill. I may have dreamed it but I swear I thought I had another packet left. This morning as I rummaged through my toiletry bag, I was left dazed as I lifted my empty pill packet. That just sucks. It means I have to take another trip down to the doctors, wait in line for god-knows-how-long and see the doctor for less than 30 seconds. It is such a waste of time. Since I never change the pill anyway, why can't the doctor just prescribe year long prescriptions.
I know its for safety reasons but surely, if we start to bleed prefusedly, then we'd come in and see the doctor for a change.
I once visited a doctor in Footscray who was dodgey as hell. Nice office and nice guy but dodgey. He sat in his nice office chair and proceeded to tell me that I was beautiful. Then he walked over and held my hand and claimed that "[I] had such smooth hands, even smoother than his." This was flirting at its maximum... it was gross. BUT he did sit back down and write me a prescription for a years worth of the pill.
Unfortunately, that version of the Pill was unsuitable for my body and hence I had to reluctantly change it.
4. Mr G just came over to speak to me about work and conveniently stared at my screen (and my blog) while he spoke. That is, in my opinion, one of the most rudest things someone can do. I can't stand people standing behind me while I'm on the computer. What I look at (and it may not be anything erotic at all) is my private task. Just last week, I was skyping Miss S. about some work details and Mr G. comes up and says "Hey if you sit next to each other, why do you still skype each other?" So that obviously means one thing, he read the her skype.
What does Privacy mean nowadays? Has it all gone to hell? Can we read each other's phone messages, emails and notes? Is it okay to be nosey like that?
It is not okay.
Although I'm slightly hypocritical on this topic as I have, and confess, been through my own partner's phone... but that is okay cos it is. BUT when a grown man who is not in any relationship with you, looks at your private details... you've got to draw the line.
5. My coffee is cold. I've left it out too long while writing this blog. This adds to my depression.
6. Mr V sent me away to work this morning with a lovely kiss. Now my mind contains nothing but him. Oh... I miss him. Waking up on Monday mornings with him warm and next to me is excruciating. I usually end up laying in bed for another 15 minutes and loathe my alarm clock.
It's funny though. Miss C used to be at work and in her seat before 8am and usually is there before me. Since her partner arrived and starting living with her, shes consistantly at work at 8:20am. And I am the same. I wake up with the intention to be early but then you make breakfast, eat breakfast, have a quick chat and traffic seems to be extra dense.
Perhaps I'll post some happy news later in the day. Keep myself optimistic yeh?
Friday, August 13, 2010
Lanky Japanese Men
Took out a handy calculator and realised that I should also find a rope, the thicker the better. I should loop it over a strong ceiling fan and place a small easily-movable stool underneath it. Then I should proceed to hang myself.
Why would a calculator provoke such a strong reaction?
I calculated the amount of calories I've eaten today and the final number is like a punch in the face. Let me break it down for you:
- Savoys (-/+ 20 biscuits) - 430 calories
- Oats (1.5 cups) - 300 calories
- Cadbury Milk Chocolate (5 blocks) - 150 calories
- Cous Cous stuff (3 rolls) - 150 calories
- Malt O Milk (5 biscuits) - 160 calories
Then I added the numbers together and I felt "hung"over. Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit... I haven't even had dinner yet. Knowing that I'm seeing Mr V today, we're most likely going to have fatty heavy food for dinner. Oh shit shit shit... I am going to head to tuckshop-lady-arm-land sooner than I think.
There's 2 weeks or so till I leave for Japan too. I need to be thin for that! It's going to be breakfast, pre-lunch, post-lunch, dinner and most likely supper too. The thought of coming home and having to "work" off all that lost-self-control really scares me... its okay that now I attend gym to maintain my weight... but it would absolutely kill to HAVE to go the gym IN ORDER to get thin.
Being a woman is such a curse ugh...
But then again, watching guys pump weight that are as heavy as a child, looks difficult. I'm not sure if I could do it. And I imagine myself being one of those bony skinny guys that can't put on weight or muscle... that must be pretty hard on them. But watching these guys eat junk food, is even harder on me! McDonalds for breakfast, anyone?
And this also depends on what country you reside in. In western countries, such guys are not considered "hot stuff" but if one is from an asian country (Japan, China etc), the image of the tall lanky guy is as appealing as Brad Pitt. Not only tall and lanky, the ideal man will have light coloured hair, perfectly arched eyebrows, perfectly hydrated skin and prettyboy attitude.
I remember my trip to Japan a few years ago. I was in a Japanese bookstore and selecting a few Manga books to buy. A guy (and I specifically remember this! Funny...since I have a gold fish memory) in a purple knit top walk past me. I blinked one, and then double blinked... the guy was wearing mascara. I remember turning, as inconspicuous as possible, to my host sister demanding to know if I'd seen correctly or not. She confirmed my worst fears, men in Japan wear make up. I have nothing against men wearing make up but it was just shocking at the time!
It will be interesting to see how much Japan has changed since I was last there.
Why would a calculator provoke such a strong reaction?
I calculated the amount of calories I've eaten today and the final number is like a punch in the face. Let me break it down for you:
- Savoys (-/+ 20 biscuits) - 430 calories
- Oats (1.5 cups) - 300 calories
- Cadbury Milk Chocolate (5 blocks) - 150 calories
- Cous Cous stuff (3 rolls) - 150 calories
- Malt O Milk (5 biscuits) - 160 calories
Then I added the numbers together and I felt "hung"over. Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit... I haven't even had dinner yet. Knowing that I'm seeing Mr V today, we're most likely going to have fatty heavy food for dinner. Oh shit shit shit... I am going to head to tuckshop-lady-arm-land sooner than I think.
There's 2 weeks or so till I leave for Japan too. I need to be thin for that! It's going to be breakfast, pre-lunch, post-lunch, dinner and most likely supper too. The thought of coming home and having to "work" off all that lost-self-control really scares me... its okay that now I attend gym to maintain my weight... but it would absolutely kill to HAVE to go the gym IN ORDER to get thin.
Being a woman is such a curse ugh...
But then again, watching guys pump weight that are as heavy as a child, looks difficult. I'm not sure if I could do it. And I imagine myself being one of those bony skinny guys that can't put on weight or muscle... that must be pretty hard on them. But watching these guys eat junk food, is even harder on me! McDonalds for breakfast, anyone?
And this also depends on what country you reside in. In western countries, such guys are not considered "hot stuff" but if one is from an asian country (Japan, China etc), the image of the tall lanky guy is as appealing as Brad Pitt. Not only tall and lanky, the ideal man will have light coloured hair, perfectly arched eyebrows, perfectly hydrated skin and prettyboy attitude.
I remember my trip to Japan a few years ago. I was in a Japanese bookstore and selecting a few Manga books to buy. A guy (and I specifically remember this! Funny...since I have a gold fish memory) in a purple knit top walk past me. I blinked one, and then double blinked... the guy was wearing mascara. I remember turning, as inconspicuous as possible, to my host sister demanding to know if I'd seen correctly or not. She confirmed my worst fears, men in Japan wear make up. I have nothing against men wearing make up but it was just shocking at the time!
It will be interesting to see how much Japan has changed since I was last there.
The day Miss C left.
It is a sad day indeed. Besides the fact that I am shoving handfuls of Savoys into my needy mouth, and besides the fact that for the last 3 days, I've been eating for literally 4 people... Miss C is gone.
I usually walk into the office and am greeted enthusiastically by Miss C. We share the same interests and support each other in the ups and downs of office life. But now she's moved on to greener pastures, and ultimately I have never been so proud of her. But I still miss having her presence in the office...
Working people come and go, it's just what happens. One needs to understand this, I guess.
This morning, roughly at about 3-4am in the morning I was awoken by strong winds bashing at my bedroom window. It was weather like this that makes a person appreciate his/her bed. I begun to appreciate my bed, my blanket, my electric blanket...
But I, however, did not appreciate my alarm clock.
I don't even know how I got out of bed, I was zombified. It was another day of morning gym. Although I'm proud that I pushed my body and hopefully lost calories! Not everybody has the dedication to do such a deed. So it was 13minutes of crosstrainer and about 5 minutes of the row machine and a final 5 minutes on the treadmill. Doesn't sound like much but I am limited to time, cos work obviously is alot more important than my own personal health. I'm being sarcastic. Some people honestly do put work as their top priority but I certainly am not one of them. You work to live, not live to work. However tedious that sounds, its true.
It is a Friday though, that is the only light at the end of the tunnel that's going to get me through this long long long week of nonsense.
I usually walk into the office and am greeted enthusiastically by Miss C. We share the same interests and support each other in the ups and downs of office life. But now she's moved on to greener pastures, and ultimately I have never been so proud of her. But I still miss having her presence in the office...
Working people come and go, it's just what happens. One needs to understand this, I guess.
This morning, roughly at about 3-4am in the morning I was awoken by strong winds bashing at my bedroom window. It was weather like this that makes a person appreciate his/her bed. I begun to appreciate my bed, my blanket, my electric blanket...
But I, however, did not appreciate my alarm clock.
I don't even know how I got out of bed, I was zombified. It was another day of morning gym. Although I'm proud that I pushed my body and hopefully lost calories! Not everybody has the dedication to do such a deed. So it was 13minutes of crosstrainer and about 5 minutes of the row machine and a final 5 minutes on the treadmill. Doesn't sound like much but I am limited to time, cos work obviously is alot more important than my own personal health. I'm being sarcastic. Some people honestly do put work as their top priority but I certainly am not one of them. You work to live, not live to work. However tedious that sounds, its true.
It is a Friday though, that is the only light at the end of the tunnel that's going to get me through this long long long week of nonsense.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Playing Tag
I've gone crazy!
With one hand, I'm shoving Savoys into my mouth and in the other hand, I'm plopping Jaffas in simulaneously. I don't doubt that I have serious self-control problems! Where can one get treatment for this? OA (Overeaters Anonymous)? Psychotheraphy shock treatment? Hypnosis? Garhhhhhhhhhhh...
I feel gross/aweful/foul/fat/yuck because its been another bingeful weekend. I love Mr V and when I'm with him, I feel invincible. I feel as if all that midnight McDonalds will slide out of my body like water... but sadly... I've come to hit reality every Monday morning with this shit, overeaten feeling.
So yes... that is my excuse for my abandonment of my blog.
So, to fix this problem. I'm going to tell you the plan for this week. I shall stick to it... and I shall stick to it good! I mean, I DO have to be punished for destroying my hardwork (keeping in shape is damn harder than maths, in my honest opinion. At least with Maths, there's a quick solution if you follow the formula... weightloss is pretty much a Math formula that takes years to solve... and who's to know if you can ever solve it happily?)
Monday - Rest
Tuesday - BodyAttack
Wednesday - Cycle
Thursday - Crosstrainer
Friday - Cycle
Sunday - Badminton
Wow! I feel great just from writing it out. Blogger is amazing for my health.
So on Sunday, Mr V and I decided that we need to lugg our bodies away from the comfort of the bed and actually do something exercisable.
Firstly we decided,
"Ok! Let's do this, we're going to walk to buy lunch!"
We drove out to buy lunch.
Then we decided,
"Ok! Let's go play badminton!"
We called but no courts were free.
Then we decided,
"Ok! Let's go to the mountains and walk the 1000 steps!"
And that is just what we did.
I realised that music makes a huge amount of difference. I plugged the ipod into my ears and instantly heard the techno DOOF DOOF DOOF DOOF... this made me all bouncey and my legs automatically begun to move faster with less effort. Meanwhile, I occasionally look back to find Mr V huffing and puffing a long way behind me. Then there's me... wanting to move 5 million miles an hour. I put his earplugs into my hear and what did I hear...?
Frank Sinatra.
No friggen wonder.
Something funny I realised today too. Miss C was born and raised in Tassie, that is Tasmania. On a conversational tangent, we started talking about playing Tag in primary school. I mentioned that I used to play "tiggie" in the school yard during my primary school years and went on to describe "offground tiggie". She gave me a hilarious blank look and said... "do you mean chaseys?".
In America, they call it tag? And I distinctly remember playing Red Rover - a form of contagious TAG game where anyone you tag becomes a tagger, so the unlucky bastard at the end of the game is chased by his whole class.
With one hand, I'm shoving Savoys into my mouth and in the other hand, I'm plopping Jaffas in simulaneously. I don't doubt that I have serious self-control problems! Where can one get treatment for this? OA (Overeaters Anonymous)? Psychotheraphy shock treatment? Hypnosis? Garhhhhhhhhhhh...
I feel gross/aweful/foul/fat/yuck because its been another bingeful weekend. I love Mr V and when I'm with him, I feel invincible. I feel as if all that midnight McDonalds will slide out of my body like water... but sadly... I've come to hit reality every Monday morning with this shit, overeaten feeling.
So yes... that is my excuse for my abandonment of my blog.
So, to fix this problem. I'm going to tell you the plan for this week. I shall stick to it... and I shall stick to it good! I mean, I DO have to be punished for destroying my hardwork (keeping in shape is damn harder than maths, in my honest opinion. At least with Maths, there's a quick solution if you follow the formula... weightloss is pretty much a Math formula that takes years to solve... and who's to know if you can ever solve it happily?)
Monday - Rest
Tuesday - BodyAttack
Wednesday - Cycle
Thursday - Crosstrainer
Friday - Cycle
Sunday - Badminton
Wow! I feel great just from writing it out. Blogger is amazing for my health.
So on Sunday, Mr V and I decided that we need to lugg our bodies away from the comfort of the bed and actually do something exercisable.
Firstly we decided,
"Ok! Let's do this, we're going to walk to buy lunch!"
We drove out to buy lunch.
Then we decided,
"Ok! Let's go play badminton!"
We called but no courts were free.
Then we decided,
"Ok! Let's go to the mountains and walk the 1000 steps!"
And that is just what we did.
I realised that music makes a huge amount of difference. I plugged the ipod into my ears and instantly heard the techno DOOF DOOF DOOF DOOF... this made me all bouncey and my legs automatically begun to move faster with less effort. Meanwhile, I occasionally look back to find Mr V huffing and puffing a long way behind me. Then there's me... wanting to move 5 million miles an hour. I put his earplugs into my hear and what did I hear...?
Frank Sinatra.
No friggen wonder.
Something funny I realised today too. Miss C was born and raised in Tassie, that is Tasmania. On a conversational tangent, we started talking about playing Tag in primary school. I mentioned that I used to play "tiggie" in the school yard during my primary school years and went on to describe "offground tiggie". She gave me a hilarious blank look and said... "do you mean chaseys?".
In America, they call it tag? And I distinctly remember playing Red Rover - a form of contagious TAG game where anyone you tag becomes a tagger, so the unlucky bastard at the end of the game is chased by his whole class.
Good times.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Biting My Tongue
I went over to Mr V's house yesterday night after a tedious day at work to have homemade beef burgers. Mr V makes awesome beef burgers, so good that he could probably open up a burger joint and then franchise it then overtake McDonalds... ok well maybe not overtake McDonalds, noone can overtake McDonalds.
The recipe for the beef burger is:
500g of JUST KIDDING!
He'll murder me for posting up his famous recipe, and I don't really want to die yet so... unfortunately I can't post it up.
The recipe for the beef burger is:
500g of JUST KIDDING!
He'll murder me for posting up his famous recipe, and I don't really want to die yet so... unfortunately I can't post it up.
So anyway, I literally swallowed one whole burger down and my body was already asking for more burger. Since I've always been the pushover I am, I gave in to the voices in my head. A third burger was actually on my mind so I was chewing away fast and furious... then...
I bit my tongue.
A sharp "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." tone went through my ears and temporarly I froze on the spot. It was really funny because while this happened, I was actually in mid-conversation with Mr V. He looked alittle spooked. Then there was the whole non-stop bleeding and the taste of metal in my mouth.
All in all, a fantastic night to remember. I hope, with all my might, I don't flinch the next time I see a burger. That would be just too sad.
Oh yeah, I wanted to write this down too before I forget...
The "What Have I Eaten Today" List:
- 2 cups of Quick Rolled Oats
- 1 piece of Beef Patty
- 1 Prawn Sushi Roll
- 8 Savoy Light Biscuits
- (for dinner tonight) Soy Chicken and Brown Rice
No fruits or vegies in my foods so far... that's bad.
Hey pass another Savoy biscuit please... make sure it's the light one, I'm on a diet.
hahahaha!
I bit my tongue.
A sharp "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." tone went through my ears and temporarly I froze on the spot. It was really funny because while this happened, I was actually in mid-conversation with Mr V. He looked alittle spooked. Then there was the whole non-stop bleeding and the taste of metal in my mouth.
All in all, a fantastic night to remember. I hope, with all my might, I don't flinch the next time I see a burger. That would be just too sad.
Oh yeah, I wanted to write this down too before I forget...
The "What Have I Eaten Today" List:
- 2 cups of Quick Rolled Oats
- 1 piece of Beef Patty
- 1 Prawn Sushi Roll
- 8 Savoy Light Biscuits
- (for dinner tonight) Soy Chicken and Brown Rice
No fruits or vegies in my foods so far... that's bad.
Hey pass another Savoy biscuit please... make sure it's the light one, I'm on a diet.
hahahaha!
Friday, June 25, 2010
9 Weeks till the land of the rising sun...
Okay so I'm starting to freak out. I pulled up my computer calender and starting counting down to my beautiful Japan trip with Miss A. This is our plan so far:
- We will take the plane at 6am.
- ...
So... it isn't exactly a plan.
We have only NINE whole weeks to plan this trip, never noticed how fast time flies. Going to see the girls this weekend so hopefully Miss B can give me her Japan Guide Book. This will be the first time Miss A and I have ever been out of the country without adult supervision. It will be fun, it will be scary... but hell, it will be full of life experiences!
Since starting this full time job, I realised that I have regrettably neglected my important friends. I don't mean to do this... okay well I am in control of my own decisions so ultimately it IS my fault. It's just that I get so tired from counting down the hours of work and when I'm finally out of there, I just want to uncoil and relax at home.
So I've decided to pull my finger outta my butt and meet my friends! Got a dinner to celebrate...well celebrate isn't the word, more like good-wishing Miss R with a thigh-enlarging buffet dinner then off to an Asian club to dance off the buffet. The very idea of alcohol as a form of carbohydrate is so foreign to me, so in Yvonneland, I am burning off buffet fat.
Tell me I'm in denial, and I'll tell you to stuff off.
So I decided to stop procrastination and get straight to it. I websurfed through a couple of Japan Rail Pass sites and something hit me, it's going to cost me $600 for a 2 week railpass. *mental headslap* Then the memory of my excitment a few months ago when I purchased Japan airtickets at $500 each flowed back and in summary, travelling to/around Japan aint gonna be cheap.
These Shinkansen better be top-notch quality. Melbourne's shit public transport system is almost worth the $10 I pay, so if I'm paying roughly $42 a day to take the train in Japan, it better be royalty-quality. Many many eons ago when I was in highschool, I did take the Shinkansen from Tokyo to somewhere far which I can't recall, and it was clean. What I loved most about it was the food trolley being carted up-and-down the aisle, being the glutten I am, I managed to dig up cash everytime she came past.
This trip isn't going to be cheap, i'll bet.
Okay okay, I'll stop facebooking, twittering and blogging at work, and actually do some work.
- We will take the plane at 6am.
- ...
So... it isn't exactly a plan.
We have only NINE whole weeks to plan this trip, never noticed how fast time flies. Going to see the girls this weekend so hopefully Miss B can give me her Japan Guide Book. This will be the first time Miss A and I have ever been out of the country without adult supervision. It will be fun, it will be scary... but hell, it will be full of life experiences!
Since starting this full time job, I realised that I have regrettably neglected my important friends. I don't mean to do this... okay well I am in control of my own decisions so ultimately it IS my fault. It's just that I get so tired from counting down the hours of work and when I'm finally out of there, I just want to uncoil and relax at home.
So I've decided to pull my finger outta my butt and meet my friends! Got a dinner to celebrate...well celebrate isn't the word, more like good-wishing Miss R with a thigh-enlarging buffet dinner then off to an Asian club to dance off the buffet. The very idea of alcohol as a form of carbohydrate is so foreign to me, so in Yvonneland, I am burning off buffet fat.
Tell me I'm in denial, and I'll tell you to stuff off.
So I decided to stop procrastination and get straight to it. I websurfed through a couple of Japan Rail Pass sites and something hit me, it's going to cost me $600 for a 2 week railpass. *mental headslap* Then the memory of my excitment a few months ago when I purchased Japan airtickets at $500 each flowed back and in summary, travelling to/around Japan aint gonna be cheap.
These Shinkansen better be top-notch quality. Melbourne's shit public transport system is almost worth the $10 I pay, so if I'm paying roughly $42 a day to take the train in Japan, it better be royalty-quality. Many many eons ago when I was in highschool, I did take the Shinkansen from Tokyo to somewhere far which I can't recall, and it was clean. What I loved most about it was the food trolley being carted up-and-down the aisle, being the glutten I am, I managed to dig up cash everytime she came past.
This trip isn't going to be cheap, i'll bet.
Okay okay, I'll stop facebooking, twittering and blogging at work, and actually do some work.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
GIRLS WHO STAY WITH MEN THAT CHEAT.
Girls who stay with men who cheat.
Went blogsurfing today and I came across a blog with a girl who was obviously suffering the effects of subjecting herself to a partner that was probably unfaithful. This is what she said:
"I cant stand being around you because each time that I'm with you, it reminded me that you were doing the exact same thing with her."
So I assume she is still with him. Look this is not a dig at her at all. I know personally, perhaps way too personally that there are people who still want to be with their unfaithful partners. These people will be sad, they will lose sleep over that lack of trust they have for their partners but wake up all happy for a short amount of time.
You, stupid girls, will try to make excuses for him. This is natural. You have a sense of hope that what happened... didn't really happen. I'm sorry to pop your bubble but it did. These excuses are so annoying, especially since you stupid girls give the same advice to your friends but can't manage to swallow your OWN advice.
"As long as I'm happy right now, it's all that matters".
It is actually not. It is NOT all that matters. IF you are only happy right now what will your future be like. Is it okay to be sad then? I don't think that it is "alright" to have distrust in a relationship, especially a relationship built on the foundations of lies. If he cared enough for you, he wouldn't have treated you like this. What I don't understand is that, WHY can you just put aside the REASON why you were sad in the first place? Is it because when you are happy, all the bad stuff just magically "didn't happen" and he suddenly only sees YOU in his eyes? Thats bullshit. If he cared enough to keep you happy, he wouldn't have cheated in the first place.
In summary: If he came back to you, he doesn't love you over everything. He knows you will always be his Backup Plan B.
"I want to keep seeing him, sooner or later I'll get sick of his ways and I'll end up leaving him!"
This is actually the worst. I wasted so many tears and unsleepable nights on trying to explain myself to an important person in my life.
This is pure denial.
You are not confronting the problem. You are putting the problem somewhere at the back of your mind and hoping like hell that it doesn't resurface again. Sooner or later, you will get burnt by this. You are just holding on to hope that he will miraculously change his spots and become the dream man that you will marry.
BUT if he has cheated before then he will cheat again. I'm not saying that all men who cheat are serial cheaters but once you realise HOW EASY it is to cheat on someone and HOW EASY you can get away with it and HOW EASY the girl will come back to you DESPITE what you did... then why wouldn't you cheat again?
It's just common sense.
In summary: If you put this problem away and not address it, you will always be his Backup Plan B.
"I know he cheated on me but he is changing for me."
I don't get what the confusion is. Yes, he SAYS he is changing for you but have you seen it yet? Okay, so he says he loves and wants to change for you so why did he cheat in the first place. I can answer this for you, this guy cheated on you because he finds other females attractive, he would sacrifice what you have in your RELATIONSHIP for a good night of fun. I don't think there is a logical reason to stay with a guy who decided that another woman was worth the pain it will cause you.
He is selfish. He can only think of himself and his own desires. And let me tell you, the person that he truly desires is NOt you. It is every other skank he sees. He may hug you and kiss you and tell you that you are so hard to leave and therefore he has realised "once and for all" that YOU are the one for him.
Why... why for god's sake would you believe that? Didn't you believe, for the first time, that he wanted to be with you and only you? So don't fall for it.
In summary: The person he desires isn't ONLY you... he is selfish.
Now here's another thought, how can you be so sure that it has only been the ONE cheating time?
So you are a pretty girl with MANY MANY other people possibly wanting to be in a relationship with you. Why would you stoop so LOW to be someone's BACKUP PLAN. Why not be the queen in someones eyes, the Lady Evangeline in Casanova's life.
If you are staying with your man for the wrong reasons, if you are with him knowing that he is with other women at the same time but keep giving him excuses, I've got one thing to say:
I PITY YOU. I FEEL SO SORRY FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE DUMB.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
No such thing as a short term happiness.
Are you in love?
How are you so sure that he is the one you are going to spend the next 50 years with?
Ok sure, it feels right, it feels like you've known him for ages.. yeh yeh all that shit. I've heard this all before, hell, I've even been the one to say it. My previous relationship was so bad that I was constantly trying to convince other people that "it was okay" so that I would be convinced of it myself. I was young and naive at that time, believing that I'd met my soulmate and we'd live happily ever after.
Because he was my very first boyfriend, he knew he could take advantage of me. This one moment stood in my memory, ingrained into my brain forever. He was taking me to his house from my house and on the freeway, we had an argument about my sister. Before I get on to that, this is conversation involving my sister that started my "realization" if you must call it something:
(Miss A and I were driving to a nearby shopping center)
Miss A: Hey your phone just got a message, since you're driving, want me to message him back?
Me: Yeh sure. What does the message say?
Miss A: It says "I'm Hungry"
Me: Message him and ask him what he wants for dinner, we'll pick up something for him while we're at the shopping center.
Miss A: *messages that*
Ex: I want TWO pies. The largest one possible.
** the inside joke here was that Miss A and I were on strict diets and he could eat whatever he wanted as he was a man with infinite metabolism**
Me: Ah! What nerve! *laughs*
Miss A: Lets write back "Du ma you :) hahaha" (du ma = means fuck your mother in vietnamese but is used as frequently as Fuck You is used)
Me: Yeh!
Minutes later, we recieved a pretty funny message.
Ex: What the fuck did you just say? How dare you diss my mother. Fuck you too.
Me: What?
Miss A: What?
Me: Write back and ask him what the hell that meant. It was a joke. oh my god...
Ex: So you think its funny to diss my mother? You think it's all a joke to you huh? Fuck you too.
We were walking around in the shopping center with the biggest blank looks on our faces. It was so... unreal.
After that, he "broke up" with him, only to call back several days later and demand an apology. He treated Miss A so badly after that, ignoring her presence when in fact, it had nothing to do with her. IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING. This jerk just made it all up in his head... the whole world was against him. God, that makes me laugh. If I was still with him, I'd be the biggest, dumbest fool there ever was.
So anyway, back to the original story. In the car to his house, the argument regarding Miss A resurfaced and before I know it, I was yelling, he was yelling... in a fit of anger I told him that his car was a piece of shit and that it would be sold because it's worth shit-all.
What happened afterwards took me by complete surprise... I just never thought a person would do this. He turned his car off the freeway and headed back to my place, telling me that he didn't want to see me for the weekend. Then he proceeded to yell at me to APOLOGISE TO HIS CAR.
Umm...
No way.
I can barely apologise to another human being let alone to your car?
So I did the next best thing possible, as I got out of his car, I slammed the door and kicked it with my 4 inch heels.
I walked away with the biggest smile on my face.
Long live Yvonne! :)
So the point of this post was to say that, even if you feel that you are happy or in love, please please look around. You may not notice the bad signs but other people can see it and will often tell you. So be a smart girl, open your eyes and note for yourself that if there is something bad, let it go. Holding on will do you no good.
If you are happy only in the short term, chances are high that long term you will be unhappy.
Life is way too short to waste on things like short term happiness, think ahead and mould your own future.
DO NOT LET OTHER PEOPLE DETERMINE YOU.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Plastic Surgery
I just into a heated argument with a colleague about Plastic Surgery.
I noticed it was getting heated because my voice became alittle shrill and I was on the verge of throwing a chair over the other side. My colleague was not at fault at all, I was just annoyed that she didn't understand my point of view. I love the girl but I love my opinion alot more.
So anyway, here's a flashback:
Miss K: Omg, there's girls as young as 18 going overseas getting plastic surgery.
Me: Yeh I know, I read somewhere that lots of girls are getting surgery before they go to university so that noone will know its fake.
Miss K: Oh really?
Me: I have nothing against people getting plastic surgery if it means they feel better about themselves when they step out the door. Nothings wrong with being happy about yourself.
Miss K: That's not what I think. I get annoyed that these girls want to be like those perfect beings in the media. I hate those girls who start with one surgery then go on for more to become freaks... like Michael Jackson.
At this point, I was sorta annoyed. Firstly, I have nothing against plastic surgery. I believe that some girls and guys aren't blessed with everything they want. Some girls are naturally well-endowed who can walk out with minimal effort but there are other girls who won't wear a dress because they feel like a troll. Some of these girls have such low self esteem, they walk with their heads down hoping no one will notice them and for sure, they believe that no one WILL look at them. I'm sure you've heard the saying that life is so short... the earth itself is millions and millions of years old, and each human life is worth 100 years...if that. It's a pretty small amount of time to be alive. Why would someone want to waste a quarter of their life (namely 10yrs-35yrs) on being unhappy with they way their bodies are?
I can say this because I also have low self-esteem. I am never happy with my body, always seeing fat on arms, legs or tummy. I am never going to walk out completely barefaced, even on the day I die, the make up artist will make me up the way I am now (except i'd be alot older lol). I get people telling me that I look great and I'm not fat and prehaps I know thats true but the fact remains that it IS inside my head... it is very hard to change. So if it is that hard for me, it must be 100x harder for someone who IS physically not as perfect. I know I know... "Every person is beautiful in their own way..." this may be true when YOU look at other people, but it is certainly not true in the mind of the low-self-esteem person.
So Miss K says: Everyone is beautiful, you should just tell them to try think more positive about themselves. You should go out without your makeup, you'll change your attitude.
This infuriated me more. IF I can't even take my makeup off for myself, how can I do that in front of other people. I'll feel exposed and out-in-view for other people to mock and judge me. "Oh she's got uneven skintone" "Oh she's got dark eyebags" "Oh omg never knew she had pimple scars"... Make up covers this for me and I can shine when I talk to other people. I speak and act with confidence.
Imagine someone who doesn't even have the courage to put on makeup because they feel so inferior. Or prehaps the girl with small flat boobs that is so insecure that she wears baggy clothing when what she really wants is a nice tube dress. That's all she thinks about.
Michael Jackson, ok I'm not saying what he did was right and SANE but he was hating his black skin. He probably thought about having lighter skin day and night. So when he achieved lighter skin, I'm sure he was much happier and felt that life was actually more interesting now. Although he had so much money and so much fame that he did go overboard. This is not the case to the average person.
So don't judge someone who has worked hard and saved up enough money to prettify themselves. Its exactly the same as you buying makeup from a department store. If I had enough money, who says I wouldn't change any part of me. I'd get a nose job (since I'm asian... and am endowed with what I call a PETITE nose) and prehaps a boob job if I could. I want to wear a tube top without the fear that it might slide down my stomach. I want to wear a bikini and fill it out, I want to be one of those girls that other girls point to and say "wow.. she looks so hot".
The important thing is being happy. If you are happy, you should do it. Don't waste your life on being depressed. Although this does not glorify those who abuse plastic surgery, cos I don't stand for that.
So anyway, here's a flashback:
Miss K: Omg, there's girls as young as 18 going overseas getting plastic surgery.
Me: Yeh I know, I read somewhere that lots of girls are getting surgery before they go to university so that noone will know its fake.
Miss K: Oh really?
Me: I have nothing against people getting plastic surgery if it means they feel better about themselves when they step out the door. Nothings wrong with being happy about yourself.
Miss K: That's not what I think. I get annoyed that these girls want to be like those perfect beings in the media. I hate those girls who start with one surgery then go on for more to become freaks... like Michael Jackson.
At this point, I was sorta annoyed. Firstly, I have nothing against plastic surgery. I believe that some girls and guys aren't blessed with everything they want. Some girls are naturally well-endowed who can walk out with minimal effort but there are other girls who won't wear a dress because they feel like a troll. Some of these girls have such low self esteem, they walk with their heads down hoping no one will notice them and for sure, they believe that no one WILL look at them. I'm sure you've heard the saying that life is so short... the earth itself is millions and millions of years old, and each human life is worth 100 years...if that. It's a pretty small amount of time to be alive. Why would someone want to waste a quarter of their life (namely 10yrs-35yrs) on being unhappy with they way their bodies are?
I can say this because I also have low self-esteem. I am never happy with my body, always seeing fat on arms, legs or tummy. I am never going to walk out completely barefaced, even on the day I die, the make up artist will make me up the way I am now (except i'd be alot older lol). I get people telling me that I look great and I'm not fat and prehaps I know thats true but the fact remains that it IS inside my head... it is very hard to change. So if it is that hard for me, it must be 100x harder for someone who IS physically not as perfect. I know I know... "Every person is beautiful in their own way..." this may be true when YOU look at other people, but it is certainly not true in the mind of the low-self-esteem person.
So Miss K says: Everyone is beautiful, you should just tell them to try think more positive about themselves. You should go out without your makeup, you'll change your attitude.
This infuriated me more. IF I can't even take my makeup off for myself, how can I do that in front of other people. I'll feel exposed and out-in-view for other people to mock and judge me. "Oh she's got uneven skintone" "Oh she's got dark eyebags" "Oh omg never knew she had pimple scars"... Make up covers this for me and I can shine when I talk to other people. I speak and act with confidence.
Imagine someone who doesn't even have the courage to put on makeup because they feel so inferior. Or prehaps the girl with small flat boobs that is so insecure that she wears baggy clothing when what she really wants is a nice tube dress. That's all she thinks about.
Michael Jackson, ok I'm not saying what he did was right and SANE but he was hating his black skin. He probably thought about having lighter skin day and night. So when he achieved lighter skin, I'm sure he was much happier and felt that life was actually more interesting now. Although he had so much money and so much fame that he did go overboard. This is not the case to the average person.
So don't judge someone who has worked hard and saved up enough money to prettify themselves. Its exactly the same as you buying makeup from a department store. If I had enough money, who says I wouldn't change any part of me. I'd get a nose job (since I'm asian... and am endowed with what I call a PETITE nose) and prehaps a boob job if I could. I want to wear a tube top without the fear that it might slide down my stomach. I want to wear a bikini and fill it out, I want to be one of those girls that other girls point to and say "wow.. she looks so hot".
The important thing is being happy. If you are happy, you should do it. Don't waste your life on being depressed. Although this does not glorify those who abuse plastic surgery, cos I don't stand for that.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Cacoethes. What is it?
I did something stupid again yesterday. I nearly flooded the country with my stupid tears, now the forests hate me because I had to blog dry all the water with tissues. Not to mention the bloating of my face, eyes and nose...
But luckily I had my trusty Ben Nye Colour Wheel. The green in the middle evens out red blotchy skin, and by this time, I looked like I'd be scolded with hot water, then cried then slapped a couple more times. Normally you'd use the Green concealer to even out sunburnt red on faces, red flaming pimples or even overly red skin ezcema or something? Anyway, I put it on all parts of my face, swiped on somemore foundation and looked like a Chinadoll. Add some dark mascara and dark shadow in the corner of my eyes, I only looked like I was bloodshot but pretty. hahahahaha! Long live makeup!
In anger, spitting out regrettable words is my cacoethes. I can't help it, it just comes out and it is generally something that I know will hurt you and if you react to it, I love it more. But as good things come, so do bad things... I always feel mega regret after an anger session. "Hey shut up for a second, what's that word?" Glad you noticed:
cac·o·ë·thes [kak-oh-ee-theez] -noun
an irresistable urge; mania.
Slacked off yesterday due to a family get-together and didn't go to the gym. I couldn't say that I was sad.. in fact, I was secretly pumping my fist in the air YESSSS... But now I feel shithouse. But I've got a class to go to tonight and that should increase my happiness, even if it's for a couple of hours afterwards. Tonight's class is Bodyattack and there's going to be alot of sweat, alot of grunting and lots of cheerleading moves, you know where you lift your knee and pump ur fist in the air... do that once on your right then another on your left side.
Oh yeh, I installed this new Formspring app on this blog, that way I can answer questions. Bit wierd but it may be the next big thing...
Running off now...its 5pm!
Friday, June 4, 2010
Online life vs traditional life.
No wonder people all around the world are heavier than their ancestors hundreds of years ago. We're engulfed in this phenomenon called "onlineism". Everything is within fingertip-reach which means that you don't need to get up, get changed, drive out and physically buy the item you need. You could be in your undies and a 5 week old tee, no makeup and unbrushed hair and still purchase the newest trendiest clothes that your traditional friend has. Long gone are the days where you get together with girlfriends and walk around, nowadays people communicate through social networking, twittering what online shop they're addicted to, discussing which item to buy and paying through visa cards.
Supermarket
Coles has an online shopping system which people can select items online and have groceries delivered to their doorstep early in the morning.
No more pushing shopping trolleys around aisle after aisle, the only thing you are pushing now, is the front door.
Retail Clothing Stores
People can view all clothing pieces on one page, each clothing split conveniently into different categories. No more scavanging through clothes looking for your perfect one then having to try it on, you now only look at measurements provided on your screen and pray to god that it fits.
Education
You can pretty much obtain a certificate, degree or diploma of anything on the internet. You are given lectures, e-books and online support for a price. No more lugging 10 big books in your bag and having to get up early to take transport down to university, instead you can sit at home in your pjs while you seek advice from someone who is probably in the same state as you are in.
Gossip
Obtain daily gossip from internet websites dedicated to exposing celebrities and dishing dirt. No longer do you need to wait weekly for a gossip dose, or for that matter, pay $8 for it. Perezhilton offers it free...
Social
You can catch up with friends from primary school and friends from overseas... or even friends in general. Sometimes you may be too tired to see them and opt for an easier approach to stay in touch. You don't need to hold back on opinion, words are easier to type than say.
Dating
If you have a hard time finding a partner, why not go online to attempt to strike a match against millions of other people just like you. See their faces before you even meet them, and you can silently judge them. No need for those awkward blind date moments when you arrive and realise "oh shit, I shouldn't have come". Easily avoidable but not foolproof since people tend to post their best picture online, even if it was 30 years ago.
Booking
You can even book for things online. Fancy a pizza? Book online and it will be delivered to your door and you don't even need to speak to some pimply-adolencent guy on the phone. You can book for flights online without, again, having to get dressed and out the door to your travel agent. Hotels etc as well.
Banking
Pay for bills? Post office? Branches? What are these? We've gone way past this and now we do all this online without having to leave the seat. Pay for bills while you play World of Warcraft, just be careful not to enter your details into the game...
Stalk People
You can even stalk people online with the help of Whitepages. Whitepages online gives you addresses and phone numbers of people, you only need to type their names in. THEN google maps will show you what their street looks like. Stalk someone from your house.
Although I don't concur with stalking people online, but hey, it happens.
I'll write an entry more about MY life in the next few hours.
Supermarket
Coles has an online shopping system which people can select items online and have groceries delivered to their doorstep early in the morning.
No more pushing shopping trolleys around aisle after aisle, the only thing you are pushing now, is the front door.
Retail Clothing Stores
People can view all clothing pieces on one page, each clothing split conveniently into different categories. No more scavanging through clothes looking for your perfect one then having to try it on, you now only look at measurements provided on your screen and pray to god that it fits.
Education
You can pretty much obtain a certificate, degree or diploma of anything on the internet. You are given lectures, e-books and online support for a price. No more lugging 10 big books in your bag and having to get up early to take transport down to university, instead you can sit at home in your pjs while you seek advice from someone who is probably in the same state as you are in.
Gossip
Obtain daily gossip from internet websites dedicated to exposing celebrities and dishing dirt. No longer do you need to wait weekly for a gossip dose, or for that matter, pay $8 for it. Perezhilton offers it free...
Social
You can catch up with friends from primary school and friends from overseas... or even friends in general. Sometimes you may be too tired to see them and opt for an easier approach to stay in touch. You don't need to hold back on opinion, words are easier to type than say.
Dating
If you have a hard time finding a partner, why not go online to attempt to strike a match against millions of other people just like you. See their faces before you even meet them, and you can silently judge them. No need for those awkward blind date moments when you arrive and realise "oh shit, I shouldn't have come". Easily avoidable but not foolproof since people tend to post their best picture online, even if it was 30 years ago.
Booking
You can even book for things online. Fancy a pizza? Book online and it will be delivered to your door and you don't even need to speak to some pimply-adolencent guy on the phone. You can book for flights online without, again, having to get dressed and out the door to your travel agent. Hotels etc as well.
Banking
Pay for bills? Post office? Branches? What are these? We've gone way past this and now we do all this online without having to leave the seat. Pay for bills while you play World of Warcraft, just be careful not to enter your details into the game...
Stalk People
You can even stalk people online with the help of Whitepages. Whitepages online gives you addresses and phone numbers of people, you only need to type their names in. THEN google maps will show you what their street looks like. Stalk someone from your house.
Although I don't concur with stalking people online, but hey, it happens.
I'll write an entry more about MY life in the next few hours.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
I put a curse on you.
What to do when you feel defeated?
According to the wise words of Elizabeth Kenny - "He who angers you, conquers you"... no one can make you feel less of who-you-are unless you allow him to. I am usually never a 'quote-paster' but I've been hoarded with depression lately. I hate it when thoughts linger on your mind unconciously and you find that you need a paste a smile on your face to hide the monster inside you. My smile is slowly peeling away and recently I let loose the monster inside me, which I regret. I yelled, I cried and spoke words out of anger... we all know angry words hold no base. Was it the situation that made me angry or the fact that control was slipping through my fingers.
I had a deep hard think about this point and I realised that I blew up because I lost control. Instead of beating myself silly for the next couple of months or years, I realised that I need a solution to the problem. The problem of the problem IS the problem. So as the quote above, I am going to relinquish control on the situation and instead, control myself. If I can control my mind, my emotions and obviously my words... I WILL be in control.
Even if that means that Dickface will screw over someone I love, I will not say a word.
Even if that means Dickheadface will hurt someone I love, I will not say a word.
Even if that means Dickheadface will get what he wants while he has Backup Plan B waiting quietly for him, I will not say a word.
Don't get me wrong, I am not a saint. Not even close to it. A bitch can't change her tone, as a leopard won't change it's spots.
I will stand from afar and curse him:
- Hope your penis curls up and dies!
- Hope your muscles turn into fat and you get tuckshop-lady-arms!
- Hope your hair-recedes early!
- Hope your penis shrinks, its probably already puny so any other shrinkage won't make a difference!
- Hope you get your heart broken and cheated on!
- Hope your teeth fall out from that blowjob you will give to a man!
- Hope your shitbox car breaks down on you while you are in the middle of nowhere!
So... that's a good start. I feel in control already. Control YOUR mind and you will control the situation. I like that.
That was an awesome rant, I actually feel much better. If in doubt, chant the curses above about who you hate and you'll feel instantly better too. God, I hate him so much... sometimes it shits me up the wall when I know that he gets what he wants... female attention. Even his OWN mother knows that he is a man-whore... imagine that! Your own mother knows how you whore yourself around and then leave a trail of crying girls while you move onto your next prey. You fucking dickface.
Oh shit... I'm losing control again. *pauses, closes eyes*
Sparkly Marlborough Sauvgnion Blanc in my frost glass... mmmm
Okay... *takes a deep breath* I'm okay.
Got a call today from Chitra, I have been doing makeup for her fashion shows for about 2 years now. It's always exciting to know that you can do a good job even if you've been out of the game for a while. Which gets me thinking... should I venture back into the land of cosmetics? It sounds glamourous but its far from it... it's chaotic behind a show and you are being pushed to do all sorts of stuff.
It's a good thought to think about for now... I'll definately revisit it soon.
According to the wise words of Elizabeth Kenny - "He who angers you, conquers you"... no one can make you feel less of who-you-are unless you allow him to. I am usually never a 'quote-paster' but I've been hoarded with depression lately. I hate it when thoughts linger on your mind unconciously and you find that you need a paste a smile on your face to hide the monster inside you. My smile is slowly peeling away and recently I let loose the monster inside me, which I regret. I yelled, I cried and spoke words out of anger... we all know angry words hold no base. Was it the situation that made me angry or the fact that control was slipping through my fingers.
I had a deep hard think about this point and I realised that I blew up because I lost control. Instead of beating myself silly for the next couple of months or years, I realised that I need a solution to the problem. The problem of the problem IS the problem. So as the quote above, I am going to relinquish control on the situation and instead, control myself. If I can control my mind, my emotions and obviously my words... I WILL be in control.
Even if that means that Dickface will screw over someone I love, I will not say a word.
Even if that means Dickheadface will hurt someone I love, I will not say a word.
Even if that means Dickheadface will get what he wants while he has Backup Plan B waiting quietly for him, I will not say a word.
Don't get me wrong, I am not a saint. Not even close to it. A bitch can't change her tone, as a leopard won't change it's spots.
I will stand from afar and curse him:
- Hope your penis curls up and dies!
- Hope your muscles turn into fat and you get tuckshop-lady-arms!
- Hope your hair-recedes early!
- Hope your penis shrinks, its probably already puny so any other shrinkage won't make a difference!
- Hope you get your heart broken and cheated on!
- Hope your teeth fall out from that blowjob you will give to a man!
- Hope your shitbox car breaks down on you while you are in the middle of nowhere!
So... that's a good start. I feel in control already. Control YOUR mind and you will control the situation. I like that.
That was an awesome rant, I actually feel much better. If in doubt, chant the curses above about who you hate and you'll feel instantly better too. God, I hate him so much... sometimes it shits me up the wall when I know that he gets what he wants... female attention. Even his OWN mother knows that he is a man-whore... imagine that! Your own mother knows how you whore yourself around and then leave a trail of crying girls while you move onto your next prey. You fucking dickface.
Oh shit... I'm losing control again. *pauses, closes eyes*
Sparkly Marlborough Sauvgnion Blanc in my frost glass... mmmm
Okay... *takes a deep breath* I'm okay.
Got a call today from Chitra, I have been doing makeup for her fashion shows for about 2 years now. It's always exciting to know that you can do a good job even if you've been out of the game for a while. Which gets me thinking... should I venture back into the land of cosmetics? It sounds glamourous but its far from it... it's chaotic behind a show and you are being pushed to do all sorts of stuff.
It's a good thought to think about for now... I'll definately revisit it soon.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Recipe to solve a problem.
Is it possible to feel anger, sadness, guilt, hate and worry all at the same time?
Kudos to you, if you never experienced it. It's damn confusing.
Maybe I should run into the heart of the city, pull my pants down and dance the macarena? With my hands occupied and my bare ass broadcasting itself, I am so sure humiliation would trump all attempts of anger,sadness,blahblahblah...
Ok so being a slight witzelschult about this.
hahahaha! You just look at the screen "what the..."
Witzelschult [vit-səl-ˌzu̇t] - noun
Inappropriate or pointless humor especially when considered as part of an abnormal condition
I'll wake up one day, and the problem will solve itself. OR I'll wake up one day and the problem will escalate, getting worse and worse and worse and worse. Come to think of it, theres only one way to solve this problem.
Ingredients I'll need:
- 1x blind Fold
- 1x Knife
- 1x Box of Sleeping Pills
- 1x Small bag of Cement
Method:
1. Mix cement thoroughly.
2. Fill ears and smooth off with a spoon.
3. Wait to dry.
4. Take knife and gently remove eyeball from each socket
5. Cement will ensure your scream will not affect you.
6. Take sleeping pills at once with some lukewarm water.
7. Sleep it off.
Result:
You can't see the problem, or hear the problem. A solution, no doubt.
Kudos to you, if you never experienced it. It's damn confusing.
Maybe I should run into the heart of the city, pull my pants down and dance the macarena? With my hands occupied and my bare ass broadcasting itself, I am so sure humiliation would trump all attempts of anger,sadness,blahblahblah...
Ok so being a slight witzelschult about this.
hahahaha! You just look at the screen "what the..."
Witzelschult [vit-səl-ˌzu̇t] - noun
Inappropriate or pointless humor especially when considered as part of an abnormal condition
I'll wake up one day, and the problem will solve itself. OR I'll wake up one day and the problem will escalate, getting worse and worse and worse and worse. Come to think of it, theres only one way to solve this problem.
Ingredients I'll need:
- 1x blind Fold
- 1x Knife
- 1x Box of Sleeping Pills
- 1x Small bag of Cement
Method:
1. Mix cement thoroughly.
2. Fill ears and smooth off with a spoon.
3. Wait to dry.
4. Take knife and gently remove eyeball from each socket
5. Cement will ensure your scream will not affect you.
6. Take sleeping pills at once with some lukewarm water.
7. Sleep it off.
Result:
You can't see the problem, or hear the problem. A solution, no doubt.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Money slipping through my fingers
"Word of the Post" Post
abligurition [Ab*lig`u*ri"tion] - Noun
Excessive spending on luxurious indulgences.
Apparently I am suppose to bring my ass (and great big mind) to Japan in less than 3 months. I am approximately worth $3500 and sadly, this amount is inclusive of this weeks mediocre pay. So it's safe to say, I'm actually worse less than that, as of this moment. In less than 3 months, I am claiming that I will have an adequate $6000 for my trip. Claims are claims though, like promises, are meant to be broken. Not to mention that no hotels have been booked, no train tickets have been booked, hell... I don't even know what places to visit. Miss A and I are last minute people.
You know, "last minute people" almost has a negative connetation to it. I beg to differ. Why don't you see it in MY light?
Last minute people [lāst'mĭn'ĭt pee-puhl] - Adjective
People who are very productive, try to complete many things at once. Exerts enormous energy when pressured (ie. deadline). Usually completes the task.
So, it's safe to say that Miss A and I will plan our entire trip within the last week before our trip. WE will freak out if something doesn't go to plan... but then again, that is the life we all live, isn't it. Life is full of unplanned risks, chances and coincidences.
One of the biggest reasons why I am worth so little is because of my weekly abligurition (see definition above). I get tempted easily when I walk into food shops, this is amplified tenfold if it is a fast food joint. Come on people, who can resist the McDonald's Cheeseburger. Many have fallen to their knees and out of their diets because of this.
I need a business idea... nice quick and easy to do.
Come on Brain, THINK.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Cute means ugly but interesting...
"Word of the Post" Post
ne·far·i·ous [ni-fair-ee-uhs] –adjective
extremely wicked or villainous; iniquitous: a nefarious plot.
I just realised that I didn't end up using the last "word of the post" in my post so I definately will try to for today's post. This one is slightly easier to use because theres so many nefarious acts happening under our noses... slightly less planty, if I may say so.
You know what's one of the most annoying things on my mind right now? Why do guys like the look of the typical no-makeup-skinny-fragile-girly-girl? I just don't understand this! Do you enjoy to be poked in the ribs by her spine when you spoon her? Do you hug her ever so gently just in case you break her in half?
Maybe its spurred by male ego and the fact that you are a heroic man, out to save a weak fragile damsel in distress?
I was at the gym recently and an asian guy was in the same group fitness class as me. He was tall, sort of athletic (wasn't sure of his face because I didn't have any contacts on...so I was blind as a bat). But anyway, in front of him was this skinny CHILD looking type of girl. She wasn't able to grasp the moves in the class, and was just... flinging her arms around. Don't get me wrong, I felt sorry for her and am not out to mock her bodyattacking ways, we've all been group fitness beginners and I feel sympathetic for her. What I'm saying is, this child-like woman was this guy's girlfriend. This girl would make a stick figure go on a diet...
I bet she never does any type of sports, because if she did, instead of breaking a nail, she'd break an arm.
And what about in the bedroom, is she a minx in the covers? To me, I can picture these types of girls being on their backs and letting the man do all the work. And THIS is what it will be for the next 10 years. They'll squeak if it hurts them and maybe that's what a guy likes? Maybe guys like domination? total power over a girl? I can't lingere being manufactured for someone so small... do they even have EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA SMALL?
What makes a guy go for a girl like that? Actually, maybe the 98% of the asian male population like girls like this. They're pure and "cute". If only those asian girls knew what the phrase "cute" was actually used for.
Cute [ku-te] - adjective
Ugly but interesting.
I often hear "I love women with no make up" or "I love natural girls" or even "make up makes a girl ugly, I want my girlfiend to be natural". You know what I say to these people? I say FUCK OFF. Have you SEEN a chick ala naturale? HAVE YOU? And I bet when you see these au naturale girls, you don't even look twice. So wait, I know what you want. You want a beautiful au naturale girl? Aint gonna happen, unless you're rich and are looking to buy tons of LV, Prada and Gucci bags, don't even go there. You guys are so hyprocritical. Why do you think so many movies are created on the cliche "ugly-girl-becomes-beautiful"... the ugly girl without make up goes around school, is so invisible that if she falls over, no one really notices. THEN then "ugly girl" puts on some *gasp* MAKEUP and sexy lashes, curls her hair and oh my god... she gets noticed and snags the hottest guy in the school.
Notice how, its never like this:
1. Pretty girl with awesome make up is rejected by all guys.
2. Pretty girl decides to do something with her life, she hates being bullied.
3. Pretty girl wipes off all her makeup one day, leaves her hair unstraightened and is now a wierd straight-but-wavy-affair.
4. Gets noticed because of her bare face and snags the hottest guy.
So now, you stupid hypocrites need to pull your finger out of your asses and get back to reality. Every celebrity around you has facepaint. It's war paint. It's an ability to differentiate a woman who can express herself. Who cares if she likes smoldering blue eyeshadow or sexy flicks outside her eyes, she's an artist.
ne·far·i·ous [ni-fair-ee-uhs] –adjective
extremely wicked or villainous; iniquitous: a nefarious plot.
I just realised that I didn't end up using the last "word of the post" in my post so I definately will try to for today's post. This one is slightly easier to use because theres so many nefarious acts happening under our noses... slightly less planty, if I may say so.
You know what's one of the most annoying things on my mind right now? Why do guys like the look of the typical no-makeup-skinny-fragile-girly-girl? I just don't understand this! Do you enjoy to be poked in the ribs by her spine when you spoon her? Do you hug her ever so gently just in case you break her in half?
Maybe its spurred by male ego and the fact that you are a heroic man, out to save a weak fragile damsel in distress?
I was at the gym recently and an asian guy was in the same group fitness class as me. He was tall, sort of athletic (wasn't sure of his face because I didn't have any contacts on...so I was blind as a bat). But anyway, in front of him was this skinny CHILD looking type of girl. She wasn't able to grasp the moves in the class, and was just... flinging her arms around. Don't get me wrong, I felt sorry for her and am not out to mock her bodyattacking ways, we've all been group fitness beginners and I feel sympathetic for her. What I'm saying is, this child-like woman was this guy's girlfriend. This girl would make a stick figure go on a diet...
I bet she never does any type of sports, because if she did, instead of breaking a nail, she'd break an arm.
And what about in the bedroom, is she a minx in the covers? To me, I can picture these types of girls being on their backs and letting the man do all the work. And THIS is what it will be for the next 10 years. They'll squeak if it hurts them and maybe that's what a guy likes? Maybe guys like domination? total power over a girl? I can't lingere being manufactured for someone so small... do they even have EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA SMALL?
What makes a guy go for a girl like that? Actually, maybe the 98% of the asian male population like girls like this. They're pure and "cute". If only those asian girls knew what the phrase "cute" was actually used for.
Cute [ku-te] - adjective
Ugly but interesting.
I often hear "I love women with no make up" or "I love natural girls" or even "make up makes a girl ugly, I want my girlfiend to be natural". You know what I say to these people? I say FUCK OFF. Have you SEEN a chick ala naturale? HAVE YOU? And I bet when you see these au naturale girls, you don't even look twice. So wait, I know what you want. You want a beautiful au naturale girl? Aint gonna happen, unless you're rich and are looking to buy tons of LV, Prada and Gucci bags, don't even go there. You guys are so hyprocritical. Why do you think so many movies are created on the cliche "ugly-girl-becomes-beautiful"... the ugly girl without make up goes around school, is so invisible that if she falls over, no one really notices. THEN then "ugly girl" puts on some *gasp* MAKEUP and sexy lashes, curls her hair and oh my god... she gets noticed and snags the hottest guy in the school.
Notice how, its never like this:
1. Pretty girl with awesome make up is rejected by all guys.
2. Pretty girl decides to do something with her life, she hates being bullied.
3. Pretty girl wipes off all her makeup one day, leaves her hair unstraightened and is now a wierd straight-but-wavy-affair.
4. Gets noticed because of her bare face and snags the hottest guy.
So now, you stupid hypocrites need to pull your finger out of your asses and get back to reality. Every celebrity around you has facepaint. It's war paint. It's an ability to differentiate a woman who can express herself. Who cares if she likes smoldering blue eyeshadow or sexy flicks outside her eyes, she's an artist.
Friday, May 14, 2010
I'm drowning in sorrow...
I realised that my vocab-list isn't up to par with other individuals that are my age. That is 18. Ok. 21. Fine. 23.
So I decided that each time I blog, I shall put up a new random word and use this word in my post... somewhere.
bulb·let [buhlb-lit] - noun Botany.
a small bulb or bulblike structure, esp. one growing in the axils of leaves, as in the tiger lily, or replacing flowers, as in the onion.
So I decided that each time I blog, I shall put up a new random word and use this word in my post... somewhere.
bulb·let [buhlb-lit] - noun Botany.
a small bulb or bulblike structure, esp. one growing in the axils of leaves, as in the tiger lily, or replacing flowers, as in the onion.
The lack of updates lately is due to my increased workload at work. I've been slingshotted with powerpoints, brochures, newsletters, pamphlets and the majority of these are needing to be created from bottom up. I can't say I don't love what I do, because I do. I love using programs like photoshop, indesign etc to create promotional material but I don't do well under pressure.
I'm a crumbler.
I'm in no mood today. Don't want to be here, at work. I want to be in bed and have a good cry. I want to drench my pillow in tears, then sleep on the pillow and wake up with rashes down my neck. I know I need to stop being so fucking apathic about life and get on with it. It's so hard though...
Even realising I've gotten fat, hasn't made me this depressed about life. Sure I got fat, but with enough determination towards exercise and healthy food, I can overcome it. To be seriously depressed can only mean one thing, a glitch in the paradise known as love. You know what I think....
Paradise isn't love, it's actually in the early stages of dating.
1. You meet someone worthwhile.
2. Butterflies in the stomach.
3. You flirt.
4. He flirts back.
5. Phone messages during the day about meaningless things. "I saw a hole in the wall today..." will prompt a reply "Wow... your house is random".
6. Then you get the butterfly attack again.
7. You wake up thinking about him.
8. You go to sleep thinking about him.
9. Does he like me? Does he not like me? "When's he going to ask me out?"
10. You have sexy and naughty dreams about him. You can picture him doing these naughty things to you in his bed...in your bed... in the kitchen... in the car...
11. You see each other and get the butterfly attack once again...
These early stages of dating are the best and can only be described as a sort of paradise where you are momentarily dazed and everything seems so perfect!
But then comes love. You fall in love and heartache thrives in this environment. With love comes the risk of heartache. Cheating, flirting, breaking up, fighting, swearing, beating... you can't help but be put at risk to these. Once you love someone everything bad they do to you magnifies 1000 times, so much that some people contemplate suicide for something as small as "he left me for another woman...".
If you were only dating and having fun... these girls would say "Fuck him, he cheated on me so I'm gonna go find another fish in the sea."
This is my exact problem, I am a girl in love. Hence, my middle name is Idiot. Mr V and I haven't had a fight in years, I shit you not, and yesterday it seems Facebook has hit home again, Miss M's friend thinks Mr V is sleazy, a comment posted online in a photo of the above two people in a club. My brain is in turmoil! It's in melt down mode and I want to know how to shut it down. The photo itself isn't the problem, I have developed trust in the person that I care about and therefore, a larger portion of my mind is telling me to stop worrying because he's faithful to you. A slightly smaller, less superior part of my mind is slamming his fist against my brain wall, shrieking "People say he's a sleaze...why WHY WHY?!!"
I mentally want to throw my head against the wall.
Perhaps I'm over-exaggerating the situation? I should be overjoyed that there has actually been no 'hidden kinky' business going on behind my back and that he comes home to me.
But something is definately pulling at my heart strings...
Friday, April 30, 2010
Picky Eaters
Another one of those days where I lay in bed for an extra 20 minutes contemplating whether to haul my ass out to the gym.
Did it and feel pleased, as usual.
But now, I feel so naughty. In my viewpoint, I have gone to do the impossible ala gym, and now I deserve something as a reward. By reward, im feeling... something cheesy, heavy and calorie-packed. I'm sensing lasagna, pizza or maybe even a buffet trip to Chinabar Signature. SO I gym'ed for 4 days now, I think I deserve something right?
Did it and feel pleased, as usual.
But now, I feel so naughty. In my viewpoint, I have gone to do the impossible ala gym, and now I deserve something as a reward. By reward, im feeling... something cheesy, heavy and calorie-packed. I'm sensing lasagna, pizza or maybe even a buffet trip to Chinabar Signature. SO I gym'ed for 4 days now, I think I deserve something right?
Hopefully Mr V isn't in one of those moods again, one of those "I'm going to be healthy from today onwards, no carbs, no sweets and no fat". This is followed by "I'm going to have salad today, you don't have to have this, you can order something else." I absolutely hate this!! Makes me feel like Mr V's having dinner with a water buffulo with an binging disorder.
I know...I know... you probably think Im hypocritical. Those exact thoughts go through my head everytime I eat out too, but I never Verbally announce it.
I eat now, regret later.
Don't you hate eating with someone that orders a soup for dinner when your having the lobster feast?
Don't you hate it when someone picks around for vegies ONLY when the dish has other stuff in it?
Don't you hate it when someone looks at the menu for half a century, asks you about the lasagna, the steak, the fish and chips but then orders a salad "on-a-whim" because they "can't decide"?
If you are going to be that health-concious, why go out to eat at all? Why not stay home and eat your steam vegies in peace and quiet with no pressure? We all know how "bad" eating out is... the reason why the grass is greener on the other side is because more oil, more fat, more msg, more sugar and more cocaine is included to entice the consumer.
I have a confession to make though. It's hard to explain, so how about I conversationalise it?
Mr V: hey, want some 2 minute noodles?
Me: (looks at the time, omg it's 9:00pm) Nah, I'm not hungry. You make it for yourself.
Mr V: you haven't even eaten yet, how about I make a pack for us each?
Me: (stomach grumbles) Nah, it's okay. I don't want any.
Mr V: okay then. (goes off to make noodles)
- After the noodles are cooked and on the table -
Mr V: try some?
Me: Okay.
- Mr V looks at his half eaten bowl.
I know what he's thinking. He's thinking "Why the fuck can't she just tell she wants some and I would've made it. Now she's just eaten half of mine. WOMEN!"
So yes, I confess I'm one of those women that will "try" half of your food in order to not feel as if I've eaten the whole plate of food.
If you have dinner with me, let me tell you, yes means no, and no means yes. Just be smart about it.
STAY AWESOME
Thursday, April 29, 2010
DUDE
I hate it when people end a sentence with "DUDE".
1. Are you stoned?
2. Are you high on weed?
3. Do you own a surfboard and surf the waves daily?
4. Are you a guy?
When someone comes up to me and says "Are you getting that breadstick, dude?", are you talking to ME? Are you referring to me who is elegantly clad in 3 inch heels, short mini-skirt and a plunging neckline? Which part of me looks like a dude would look?
So in conclusion to this little additional blog, if you didn't answer YES to any of the above, please please please don't use "dude".
It doesn't sound cute.
It doesn't sound cool.
It doesn't sound smart.
It doesn't sound geniune.
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I'm already drained on a Thursday
I am feeling extremely drained to the core today. Perhaps it's because Thursday is a day away from Friday or perhaps the fact that I didn't get my 8 hours worth of free sleep. I was up late last night finishing off some Roses for the joint company owned by my sister and Yours Truly. Actually since I'm here talking about this, I may as well advertise...
The company we jointly own is called SUTSA PATISSERE and you guessed it, desserts galore. What really distinguishes SUTSA goodies and commercial mass-produced goodies, is that we found a niche in the market. Everyone wants custom made cakes that really define who they are, especially on birthday celebrations etc. Each cake or cupcake is handmade with precsion.
Okokok enough with the advertising.
I ended up going to bed at 12am which would normally seem okay except for the fact that I had to wake up at 4:50am the next day for my BodyPump class. I do want to say Congratulations to myself for dragging myself out of bed this morning. A million voices in my head justified why I didn't need to worry myself with gym today; too cold, too tired, need sleep, went gym yesterday, take it easy, its thursday.... I can't say that I was immune to all this, I felt myself sway further to my nice warm electric-blanketed bed. I'm lucky that I am naturally a wishy-washy type of girl so I decided on a whim... to tell myself to shut the fuck up and attend the class.
Although I'm glad I gave my muscles a workout, now I feel the after-effects of too much energy-exertion. Now the Scientologists think that when someone is exhaused, that means you have an MU. MU's means misunderstood word. So when you go past a word that you don't understand, you apparently get tired, angry etcetc. I'm exhaused, does that mean I'm not understand something? They also think that to get a person OUT of exhaustion, you get them working... which is something that I CAN see working. Maybe I justneed to get off my high horse and work like a dog...
There's a box of Arnott's Country Cheese Biscuits sitting on the table. It's boxy eyes are staring me down, we're actually locked into a staring contest. Whoever eats the opponent wins, and since Arnott's Country Cheese can't very well chew me, its safe to say I'll win in the end. But am I really winning? Am I going to still feel like a winner tomorrow morning when I have to sweat at the gym?
So the "What-Have-I-Eaten-Today" list:
- 6 or 7 Arnott's Country Cheese Biscuits.
- A extra large bowl of Oats with Bovril to taste.
- Bowl of Yoghurt with Barley mueseli.
- 2 Oreos.
- 1 slice of White Bread.
The company we jointly own is called SUTSA PATISSERE and you guessed it, desserts galore. What really distinguishes SUTSA goodies and commercial mass-produced goodies, is that we found a niche in the market. Everyone wants custom made cakes that really define who they are, especially on birthday celebrations etc. Each cake or cupcake is handmade with precsion.
Okokok enough with the advertising.
I ended up going to bed at 12am which would normally seem okay except for the fact that I had to wake up at 4:50am the next day for my BodyPump class. I do want to say Congratulations to myself for dragging myself out of bed this morning. A million voices in my head justified why I didn't need to worry myself with gym today; too cold, too tired, need sleep, went gym yesterday, take it easy, its thursday.... I can't say that I was immune to all this, I felt myself sway further to my nice warm electric-blanketed bed. I'm lucky that I am naturally a wishy-washy type of girl so I decided on a whim... to tell myself to shut the fuck up and attend the class.
Although I'm glad I gave my muscles a workout, now I feel the after-effects of too much energy-exertion. Now the Scientologists think that when someone is exhaused, that means you have an MU. MU's means misunderstood word. So when you go past a word that you don't understand, you apparently get tired, angry etcetc. I'm exhaused, does that mean I'm not understand something? They also think that to get a person OUT of exhaustion, you get them working... which is something that I CAN see working. Maybe I justneed to get off my high horse and work like a dog...
There's a box of Arnott's Country Cheese Biscuits sitting on the table. It's boxy eyes are staring me down, we're actually locked into a staring contest. Whoever eats the opponent wins, and since Arnott's Country Cheese can't very well chew me, its safe to say I'll win in the end. But am I really winning? Am I going to still feel like a winner tomorrow morning when I have to sweat at the gym?
So the "What-Have-I-Eaten-Today" list:
- 6 or 7 Arnott's Country Cheese Biscuits.
- A extra large bowl of Oats with Bovril to taste.
- Bowl of Yoghurt with Barley mueseli.
- 2 Oreos.
- 1 slice of White Bread.
It seems the majority of my blog entries are related to food, to exercise or of my guilt. When I got asked recently, what is on my attention most of the time? I didn't need to think about my answer, "my weight" was my reply. It's probably bad to have weight as an issue to focus on, but I just can't help it. I like to talk about what I ate because this gets it off my chest and onto epaper.
So the eforests can hate me all they want for wasting epaper...
So the eforests can hate me all they want for wasting epaper...
STAY AWESOME
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Traffic blocking
I was super pissed off this morning... let me tell you why.
So it is your typical wednesday morning, I credit myself for waking up early for an early morning gym class, and after completing a half hour of torturing-yourself-by-cycling class, I'm feeling pretty satisfied.
Then I got into my car, and drove to Venus Bay. For those who don't know, Venus Bay is a beach located roughly 2 hours away from Melbourne.
AND also what you don't know is that I lied. I DID drive for 2 hours but I was only in Melbourne, in fact, only 15 minutes away from my house! On my way from the gym to work, I waited and crawled in line in traffic for two hours! At the Burke Rd roundabout, two dumb cop cars blocked off a one-way entry into the road and you guessed it, we had traffic the size of godzilla. Apparently some car cozied up around a pole. Another hoon driving a car too powerful for him to handle? Or perhaps a hoon who thinks he's topshit rally car driver, swirving in and out of lanes?
So it is your typical wednesday morning, I credit myself for waking up early for an early morning gym class, and after completing a half hour of torturing-yourself-by-cycling class, I'm feeling pretty satisfied.
Then I got into my car, and drove to Venus Bay. For those who don't know, Venus Bay is a beach located roughly 2 hours away from Melbourne.
AND also what you don't know is that I lied. I DID drive for 2 hours but I was only in Melbourne, in fact, only 15 minutes away from my house! On my way from the gym to work, I waited and crawled in line in traffic for two hours! At the Burke Rd roundabout, two dumb cop cars blocked off a one-way entry into the road and you guessed it, we had traffic the size of godzilla. Apparently some car cozied up around a pole. Another hoon driving a car too powerful for him to handle? Or perhaps a hoon who thinks he's topshit rally car driver, swirving in and out of lanes?
I absolutely hate drivers that are slow. If your eyesight is failing you, go get a nice decent pair of glasses and a Metcard. Melbourne is swarming with public transport, that maybe a good place to start. Don't drive in the right lane because there are other people, believe it or not, that are on the road too and are desperate to get somewhere.
I hate drivers who take their own sweet time making a turn. I have only one question for you people, "are you going to turn or not?" Make up your mind cos I sure as hell will make it for you. Do you need to slow down 10 meters before the damn turn, will the turn be more better that way? If you're making a turn, you signal and then when you get to your destination, guess what, you turn! You don't have to think about angles, aerodynamics, exact positioning, or global warming... its just a twist of the wrist and vua~la...
I loathe drivers that think that their car is topnotch. I don't mean rich people who have luxury cars, because yeah... you can brag as much as you want. I'm talking about people who drive shitbox cars, rice it up (add as many modifications as they can possibly fit/or afford) and drive like they own the road. Tailgating, sudden lane changing, close overtaking, no signalling and speeding... these people are the pimples of society. They are NOT wanted and when we do see one, we wanna reach out and destroy the damn thing, then hopefully put some toothpaste on it and hope it never resurfaces again.
Well in the end, I arrived at work an hour late, trying to look as out-of-breath as possible. You know, the whole "omg I'm late, I'm so sorry but I practically ran to work... god! its not my fault." Yeh... you all know the routine.
My mood is gradually getting better though. I recieved a sms a while ago from Mr V, whom I am meeting up for a nice quickie.... dinner, that is. We've decided on Burritos but we think with our stomachs so often, we never end up eating what we previously discussed. Maybe if he cooks me a dinner worthy enough, I might have to repay him for his kindness... on my knees.
Here's something that I haven't posted for a while:
The "What-have-I-eaten-today" list:
- Chicken ham sandwich
- 3x Chocolate Wafers
- 1x Extra large bowl of Oats with Bovril to taste
- Half a packet of Arnott's Country Cheese Biscuits
- Burritos (future food)
Thats all I have to say today...
STAY AWESOME
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Audiobook Love
I am helplessly attached to the audiobook. Forget paper cuts, burning eyes and paper smell, you can now upgrade yourself to 0% effort aka "the audio book".
No, I am not selling audiobooks and no, it's not a religion. But I am telling you how awesome they are!
Oh, for people who have no clue what it is, an audiobook is an audio format for a book. So in EVEN more simpler terms, for the EVEN more simple minded person, someone reads the books for you while you sit back like a vegetable.
Let me paint a picture of what my life would be without it:
1. I would've have multiple car accidents, possibly lose a limb due to fatigue-driving.
2. I would've left my job due to my dislike in long hours of sitting in traffic listening to commercial radio.
3. I would have lost IQ points only listening to commercial radio.
4. I would be richer as audiobooks cost money to buy.
5. My ipod would have gone to waste. Mr V would have spent $$$ for no reason and perhaps dumped my ass for appearing ungrateful for his gifts.
6. I would be single due to the above.
7. I would have mega thick glasses as my eyes would roll themselves backwards due to 1000s of words being processed through my head.
8. Life would be dull.
I simply can't sit in a car without whipping out my ipod and listening to the latest chapter. Although commercial radio stations are good for those who want to know more about an ant fart or why some Cop woman went to dinner instead of a bushfire... but for those, like myself, who don't give two fucks, will instead enjoy an audiobook. Erotica, vampires, sci-fi, drama, comedy... you name it!
What I'm listening to at the moment?
No, I am not selling audiobooks and no, it's not a religion. But I am telling you how awesome they are!
Oh, for people who have no clue what it is, an audiobook is an audio format for a book. So in EVEN more simpler terms, for the EVEN more simple minded person, someone reads the books for you while you sit back like a vegetable.
Let me paint a picture of what my life would be without it:
1. I would've have multiple car accidents, possibly lose a limb due to fatigue-driving.
2. I would've left my job due to my dislike in long hours of sitting in traffic listening to commercial radio.
3. I would have lost IQ points only listening to commercial radio.
4. I would be richer as audiobooks cost money to buy.
5. My ipod would have gone to waste. Mr V would have spent $$$ for no reason and perhaps dumped my ass for appearing ungrateful for his gifts.
6. I would be single due to the above.
7. I would have mega thick glasses as my eyes would roll themselves backwards due to 1000s of words being processed through my head.
8. Life would be dull.
I simply can't sit in a car without whipping out my ipod and listening to the latest chapter. Although commercial radio stations are good for those who want to know more about an ant fart or why some Cop woman went to dinner instead of a bushfire... but for those, like myself, who don't give two fucks, will instead enjoy an audiobook. Erotica, vampires, sci-fi, drama, comedy... you name it!
What I'm listening to at the moment?
Hot Six by Janet Evanovich, the Stephanie Plum series.
This was my first non-vampire series. I love the characters in this series as each character is so real, makes me think that these characters actually do exist. Stephanie is your ass-kicking bounty hunter who gets sugar/chocolate cravings when hungry, when depressed and when she can't sleep properly. She's your everyday woman which a not-so-everyday-job. Then there's Joe Morelli, who is the definition of "hunky". The two characters make an awesome pair and each attempted love scene between them sends goosepimples down my spine and I sometimes find myself laughing with their quirky actions.
The everyday woman "Stephanie" is barely scraping by as a Bounty Hunter, paying her rent by bringing in FTAs (Failure to Appear). This is so real to me because she isn't written to be some super woman that suddenly becomes this awesome bounty hunter and becomes good in everything. She makes the mistakes that most women would make and she becomes successful at what she does.
I've been listening to Hot Six, which is the sixth volume of the series. I am so glad that there are 15 volumes so far, so at least I know I still have more to go!
Prior to this:
The everyday woman "Stephanie" is barely scraping by as a Bounty Hunter, paying her rent by bringing in FTAs (Failure to Appear). This is so real to me because she isn't written to be some super woman that suddenly becomes this awesome bounty hunter and becomes good in everything. She makes the mistakes that most women would make and she becomes successful at what she does.
I've been listening to Hot Six, which is the sixth volume of the series. I am so glad that there are 15 volumes so far, so at least I know I still have more to go!
Prior to this:
Sookie Stackhouse Series by Charlene Harris.
This 9 volume series is my favourite fictional series! I can't get over this! Her 10th book will be available for purchase on May 10th, I'm wondering how long it would take for an audiobook to come out. I enjoy the voice actress for Sookie in the audiobooks so I might wait until an audiobook is available.
Sookie Stackhouse is a telepathic waitress. Shes blond, blue-eyed and gifted in the chest area. She works in a bar and wears tight black shorts and a tight white shirt. She could have any man except she'd have to listen to their minds all night, and in bed. So she opts to date vampires, who don't project their thoughts. The love triangle between Vampires Bill and Eric and Sookie was exciting. I personally would choose the cheeky vampire Eric over "I'm so mysterious and cool-Bill".
In one of the novels, Sookie meets a Weretiger called Quinn, ohhhhh i loved the two so much.
Vampires in the fictional town of Bon Temps have come out and have become widely accepted by society. Vampires have since become organised, which each area governed by groups of Vampires. Sookie, used for her telepathic abilities, helps solve murders and killings that keep taking place in Bon Temps.
I enjoy knowing about how Sookie can fight crime but still have sleepless nights about which guy she likes. PLUS on top of all the vampire/werewolf/fairy drama, she is still able to get a perfect tan.
I haven't watched this series on TV yet, I'm alittle hesitant to. You picture the characters in your head while you read the book and sometimes, the TV series uses characters that appear totally different to whats in your mind. It can ruin everything! I'm needing to though...
Prior to this:
Sookie Stackhouse is a telepathic waitress. Shes blond, blue-eyed and gifted in the chest area. She works in a bar and wears tight black shorts and a tight white shirt. She could have any man except she'd have to listen to their minds all night, and in bed. So she opts to date vampires, who don't project their thoughts. The love triangle between Vampires Bill and Eric and Sookie was exciting. I personally would choose the cheeky vampire Eric over "I'm so mysterious and cool-Bill".
In one of the novels, Sookie meets a Weretiger called Quinn, ohhhhh i loved the two so much.
Vampires in the fictional town of Bon Temps have come out and have become widely accepted by society. Vampires have since become organised, which each area governed by groups of Vampires. Sookie, used for her telepathic abilities, helps solve murders and killings that keep taking place in Bon Temps.
I enjoy knowing about how Sookie can fight crime but still have sleepless nights about which guy she likes. PLUS on top of all the vampire/werewolf/fairy drama, she is still able to get a perfect tan.
I haven't watched this series on TV yet, I'm alittle hesitant to. You picture the characters in your head while you read the book and sometimes, the TV series uses characters that appear totally different to whats in your mind. It can ruin everything! I'm needing to though...
Prior to this:
Vampire Dairies by L.J Smith.
This series was only okay to me. The series is based on Elena Gilbert, the most popular girl in school. She has a bunch of girls that follow and obey her every command. A handsome vampire arrives at her school. In case you're wondering how this Vampire "Stefan" would enter a school in daylight, any vampire that carries a lapis-lazuli stone can withstand sunlight but not without great effort. Then theres smoldering Damon that is intent on killing his brother Stefan and taking Elena for himself. I found this series to be abit boring, Elena is the prettiest girl in school, the specialist vampire, the most beautiful angel... shes too perfect and wayyyy too lovestruck with Stefan. It's almost cringeworthy each time Stefan and Elena are together... there's love and there's also too much love.
This is just my opinion. There are six audio books in total, and initially i thought there was only 5 books, when I found out that there was a sixth book... I felt it was time to drop the series. It just didn't rock my world.
You can download and buy a WHOLE range of audiobooks at the iTunes website.Audiobooks at bookstores are lacking and don't have a range at all (if you can call 10 audiobooks a "range" in the first place).
Get your credit card ready and buybuybuy away!
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