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.

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!

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 :)

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?

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.

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.

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.

Good times.