I’m going to New Zealand in three months.
That’s Feb 2012, to be exact. And I. Am. Stoked. YEAY!!
Can’t believe that this, one of my ultimate dreams, is about to come through sooner than I thought it would. It was so exciting in the beginning, when I booked the flight. Then the stress kicked in because of the planning – I was only going for 12 days – on where to go and not to go. There was much to see!
The plan’s done, finally, and the little thing left to do is prepare myself for this holiday, physically.
After all, you can’t go to NZ and just sightsee! OMG, the no. of things that one can do in this picture postcard-perfect land, home to the Southern Alps and Marlborough country… I needed to prepare.
So I’ve begun my mission of being healthy enough to take long walks, hikes even, when I eventually get to the Land of the Long White Cloud. To do that, I’ve got to “hike” the treadmill, cross train at higher intensity levels and “climb” the stepper. Well, it’s only been three days and I know I’m doing it right because my thighs are on fire!
And when the pain eventually dissipates, I must push some more. But I will be ready come February. To dance with Aotearoa.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
To PT or not to PT... I chose the former
For four months now, I’ve been actively working out at the gym, after more than two years of dragging myself over once, sometimes twice a week at most, in order to contain my blood pressure.
Every time I get a migraine, I hate going to the doctor’s because I know what’s coming: they check my blood pressure first, then tell me that it’s just a little too high for comfort. Then they give me a form which requires me to come in 5 times in a week, practically daily, to check my BP. I was certain that it was due to a lack of sleep. After all, I worked the night shift, permanently. And sometimes, I don’t sleep so soundly. Determined to prove them wrong and that I did not have blood pressure issues (no meds for me), I convinced myself that exercise was the key to keeping my BP at a normal rate, a healthy rate.
But try as I might, I just could not motivate myself enough to visit the gym at least thrice weekly. And even when I did, I was not pushing myself hard enough, but sufficient to keep my heart rate at its maximum to reap any benefits. I was getting bored.
I considered paying for sessions with a personal trainer, but the last time I got a free session with one, all he did was injure me. I was in a special group of members, you see: I am bow legged, complete with two busted-up knees. There were certain exercises I just could not do. So the thought of getting a personal trainer that was just going to make me worse turned me off the idea. That was, until Kuna introduced himself.
Kuna was a new personal trainer at the gym. After showing me how to use one of the weight machines correctly, he then started asking me about my workout frequency, or lack thereof, and asked if I considered working with a personal trainer to help my motivation. I explained my reasons, but then when he said that as a trained physiotherapist, he could tailor a workout that would work with my injuries and improve the strength in my knees, my ears perked up a little more!
So I gave him the time to explain what working with him would be like and what he could do for me, and I was hooked! But I had to consider the cost, and the consequences. Then I told him what my expectations were, that I wanted to be stronger and for my knees to hurt less, and he assured me that the exercises he would have planned will help a great deal.
After a week of contemplating, I signed up for 20 sessions, not realizing what I had gotten myself into. The first two weeks of my PT sessions with Kuna started off with gusto, followed by aching muscles from my neck to my toes. But with every session, he pushed me to do better, faster, harder, heavier! There was no room for excuses, or whining as he kept telling me that I was strong and that I could cope with the ton of weights he had me pulling, pushing, lifting 30, 40, 80 times in a row! Halfway through each session, I wanted to kill him. But once I was done, I didn’t want it to be over! He even used reverse psychology on me, by telling me that I couldn’t do something and I found myself falling for it every time, because it made me want to prove myself that much more!
That is what’s so great about getting a personal trainer to work with you. You get the motivation you need to start, and once you do, it’s hard to stop. To have someone there to push you and tell you that there’s nothing you can’t do and that you shouldn’t doubt yourself, made every extra pound lifted so much easier.
It’s been four months now since I completed my sessions with Kuna, and I wished I could still work with him. Being out there, on that treadmill can sometimes be a nightmare, especially when I’m tired... The urge to reduce the speed or incline is just. so. tempting. But talking myself through it is sometimes the only self motivation I have. That, and knowing that Kuna is lurking, observing and peaking over my shoulder, makin sure I don't cheat!
Every time I get a migraine, I hate going to the doctor’s because I know what’s coming: they check my blood pressure first, then tell me that it’s just a little too high for comfort. Then they give me a form which requires me to come in 5 times in a week, practically daily, to check my BP. I was certain that it was due to a lack of sleep. After all, I worked the night shift, permanently. And sometimes, I don’t sleep so soundly. Determined to prove them wrong and that I did not have blood pressure issues (no meds for me), I convinced myself that exercise was the key to keeping my BP at a normal rate, a healthy rate.
But try as I might, I just could not motivate myself enough to visit the gym at least thrice weekly. And even when I did, I was not pushing myself hard enough, but sufficient to keep my heart rate at its maximum to reap any benefits. I was getting bored.
I considered paying for sessions with a personal trainer, but the last time I got a free session with one, all he did was injure me. I was in a special group of members, you see: I am bow legged, complete with two busted-up knees. There were certain exercises I just could not do. So the thought of getting a personal trainer that was just going to make me worse turned me off the idea. That was, until Kuna introduced himself.
Kuna was a new personal trainer at the gym. After showing me how to use one of the weight machines correctly, he then started asking me about my workout frequency, or lack thereof, and asked if I considered working with a personal trainer to help my motivation. I explained my reasons, but then when he said that as a trained physiotherapist, he could tailor a workout that would work with my injuries and improve the strength in my knees, my ears perked up a little more!
So I gave him the time to explain what working with him would be like and what he could do for me, and I was hooked! But I had to consider the cost, and the consequences. Then I told him what my expectations were, that I wanted to be stronger and for my knees to hurt less, and he assured me that the exercises he would have planned will help a great deal.
After a week of contemplating, I signed up for 20 sessions, not realizing what I had gotten myself into. The first two weeks of my PT sessions with Kuna started off with gusto, followed by aching muscles from my neck to my toes. But with every session, he pushed me to do better, faster, harder, heavier! There was no room for excuses, or whining as he kept telling me that I was strong and that I could cope with the ton of weights he had me pulling, pushing, lifting 30, 40, 80 times in a row! Halfway through each session, I wanted to kill him. But once I was done, I didn’t want it to be over! He even used reverse psychology on me, by telling me that I couldn’t do something and I found myself falling for it every time, because it made me want to prove myself that much more!
That is what’s so great about getting a personal trainer to work with you. You get the motivation you need to start, and once you do, it’s hard to stop. To have someone there to push you and tell you that there’s nothing you can’t do and that you shouldn’t doubt yourself, made every extra pound lifted so much easier.
It’s been four months now since I completed my sessions with Kuna, and I wished I could still work with him. Being out there, on that treadmill can sometimes be a nightmare, especially when I’m tired... The urge to reduce the speed or incline is just. so. tempting. But talking myself through it is sometimes the only self motivation I have. That, and knowing that Kuna is lurking, observing and peaking over my shoulder, makin sure I don't cheat!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
The Big Bad Wolf is Baaaaaack!!!
A lot sooner than I expected, that I had actually forgotten about it until a week before it started. As usual, I took the day off on the first day of the sale so that I didn’t miss out on some popular titles.
I’d wanted to get more books this time round, but unfortunately I hadn’t brought enough bags to fill with more books. I was quite disappointed by how little my stash was but am hoping that I make it back again before the sale ends. One of the books I’d wanted to get my paws on was Disappearing World by Alonzo C. Addison. I looked around practically all over the premises but could not find a single copy. I’m pretty sure there a few still available, but if I could only return to the sale.
Apart from some classic literature, and Nelson Mandela’s autobiography, my stash this year is hardly remarkable. Still, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that one of my friends is planning on going this weekend so I can join them.
Watch this space for my list of purchases. In the meantime, if you have yet to visit the sale, do so NOW! It’s worth the time and drive, believe me. :P
Friday, August 19, 2011
The Business of Word-Play
I’ve always wanted my own little business.
But I didn’t know what kind of business it was going to be. Then a former friend suggested we sell jewelry. After discovering how easy it was to source for supplies, I started making a few pieces with the beads I had and had my sister take them to work to see if there was a future for me in jewelry making.
She came back with 3 of the 15 pieces I had passed to her to sell! Excited, I made more pieces of jewelry a few weeks later and had her try to sell them for me. It wasn’t so bad until I realized I had to replenish my stock of supplies. So I did and made a few more, and sold a few more things, all the while wondering if this friend was still interested in the joint-venture she initially suggested. I ended up doing this side business by myself.
Unfortunately after some time, I suffered from designer’s block! Had no idea what else to create, and eventually left my stash alone, thinking I’d come back to it when I’m next inspired. Well that didn’t happen for another year, during which time I was considering another kind of venture – bags. I came up with designs but never got around to actually putting a bag together, period! By now you’d notice that I’m a classic procrastinator. I’ll keep making plans to do things but they never pan out. It’s usually due to not feeling very creative, especially when you work nights and want to crash the moment you head home.
Sure, I tinkered with a few pieces – my first hobo bag made from an old skirt and my grandmother’s old sarung, and a makeup bag from a preppy pinstripe cotton fabric I purchased from the local fabric shop. I’ve also made fabric flowers, sewn a skirt and a top for my cousin’s wedding, plus a few other experiments, but I could never commit to just sticking to one thing.
So here I sit, bashing my keyboard, hoping for inspiration. They say that you should do what you love, and that is what will make a successful business venture. Well I don’t know if I’d want to have my own business for right now, I just don’t have the time to invest 100% of myself into doing anything long term. However, I do enjoy writing, telling stories, whining, screaming to the world about the world’s injustices! I love words and how stringing a whole bunch together allows you laugh, talk, shout, scream, say I-Love-You or even You Suck! to another human being.
Sure, as much as conversation is fun, it would be difficult to beautifully articulate your long standing infatuation for that senior in high school and how he makes you heart skip a beat every time you see him… by saying it to his face! I’d rather run for the nearest hill and stay there with the coyotes than express unrequited love verbally. That’s what letters are for! You pour your bleeding heart out on paper, and when you’re finally done, fold it put it in a perfumed envelope then kiss the seal as you hand it with trembling hands to a friend you hope will keep your identity a secret. And once the letter is passed on to your beloved, you wonder with excitement and bated breath if he knows you exist and who you are. No! You don’t want him to know that the girl who’s been silently stalking him around school at recess, ducking for cover every time he senses you’re watching, is the same you who’s said how much you love him in that bleeding letter. UNLESS… he feels the same way, then of course you’d want to run to him and say: “YES, it’s me! The one you’ve been waiting for and loved from afar for so long.”
Alas, he doesn’t know you ever existed but you’re ok with that. Content that you’ve said all you’ve wanted to say to him and hope that he’ll start looking for you, perhaps, with the desire to pour his bleeding heart out to you.
AHEM! So where were we?? Ah yes, the power of words, the written word especially. It has the power to incite hatred; move mountains with its passionate call to do what is right and just for the human cause; save endangered species; mend broken relationships; end bad ones…
It’s true I love to write and express my emotions and thoughts, good and bad. Maybe I should consider writing for a magazine or a paper. Make it my business to share a few laughs, food for thought or even nostalgia of the past with other readers. Or maybe, I could start my own version of Hallmark and create cards that say what its sender can’t in person.
I’m going to have to make time for that too, and now I’m wishing there was 30 hours in a day, ARRGGHH!!
But I didn’t know what kind of business it was going to be. Then a former friend suggested we sell jewelry. After discovering how easy it was to source for supplies, I started making a few pieces with the beads I had and had my sister take them to work to see if there was a future for me in jewelry making.
She came back with 3 of the 15 pieces I had passed to her to sell! Excited, I made more pieces of jewelry a few weeks later and had her try to sell them for me. It wasn’t so bad until I realized I had to replenish my stock of supplies. So I did and made a few more, and sold a few more things, all the while wondering if this friend was still interested in the joint-venture she initially suggested. I ended up doing this side business by myself.
Unfortunately after some time, I suffered from designer’s block! Had no idea what else to create, and eventually left my stash alone, thinking I’d come back to it when I’m next inspired. Well that didn’t happen for another year, during which time I was considering another kind of venture – bags. I came up with designs but never got around to actually putting a bag together, period! By now you’d notice that I’m a classic procrastinator. I’ll keep making plans to do things but they never pan out. It’s usually due to not feeling very creative, especially when you work nights and want to crash the moment you head home.
Sure, I tinkered with a few pieces – my first hobo bag made from an old skirt and my grandmother’s old sarung, and a makeup bag from a preppy pinstripe cotton fabric I purchased from the local fabric shop. I’ve also made fabric flowers, sewn a skirt and a top for my cousin’s wedding, plus a few other experiments, but I could never commit to just sticking to one thing.
So here I sit, bashing my keyboard, hoping for inspiration. They say that you should do what you love, and that is what will make a successful business venture. Well I don’t know if I’d want to have my own business for right now, I just don’t have the time to invest 100% of myself into doing anything long term. However, I do enjoy writing, telling stories, whining, screaming to the world about the world’s injustices! I love words and how stringing a whole bunch together allows you laugh, talk, shout, scream, say I-Love-You or even You Suck! to another human being.
Sure, as much as conversation is fun, it would be difficult to beautifully articulate your long standing infatuation for that senior in high school and how he makes you heart skip a beat every time you see him… by saying it to his face! I’d rather run for the nearest hill and stay there with the coyotes than express unrequited love verbally. That’s what letters are for! You pour your bleeding heart out on paper, and when you’re finally done, fold it put it in a perfumed envelope then kiss the seal as you hand it with trembling hands to a friend you hope will keep your identity a secret. And once the letter is passed on to your beloved, you wonder with excitement and bated breath if he knows you exist and who you are. No! You don’t want him to know that the girl who’s been silently stalking him around school at recess, ducking for cover every time he senses you’re watching, is the same you who’s said how much you love him in that bleeding letter. UNLESS… he feels the same way, then of course you’d want to run to him and say: “YES, it’s me! The one you’ve been waiting for and loved from afar for so long.”
Alas, he doesn’t know you ever existed but you’re ok with that. Content that you’ve said all you’ve wanted to say to him and hope that he’ll start looking for you, perhaps, with the desire to pour his bleeding heart out to you.
AHEM! So where were we?? Ah yes, the power of words, the written word especially. It has the power to incite hatred; move mountains with its passionate call to do what is right and just for the human cause; save endangered species; mend broken relationships; end bad ones…
It’s true I love to write and express my emotions and thoughts, good and bad. Maybe I should consider writing for a magazine or a paper. Make it my business to share a few laughs, food for thought or even nostalgia of the past with other readers. Or maybe, I could start my own version of Hallmark and create cards that say what its sender can’t in person.
I’m going to have to make time for that too, and now I’m wishing there was 30 hours in a day, ARRGGHH!!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
At Ease with Myself...
It's taken a while, but I'm finally at peace with being myself.
Loosely translated, I am no longer obsessed with my weight, or how my arms jiggle when I wave goodbye, or that my thighs "kiss" when I sit down. :P
I've realized that should I continue to be unhappy, I will never be able to live my life, if I'm always worried about how I look or how people see me. I would guess that age plays an important factor where being at peace with one's self is concerned. It would be immature to still worry about the little things even as you sit and contemplate turning a ripe age of 35, for instance.
It takes a lot before you reach that stage of loving yourself as is, and the after-effects can be quite pleasantly surprising.
For one, I seem to be attracting younger men... which is funny, since I had no luck with men when I was in my 20s, only much older men. And now that I'm in my thirties, I've got guys looking like they've just graduated college, check me out or even flirt outwardly. I've got to be doing SOMETHING right if that's happening! LOL!
At the moment, the one right thing I am doing is taking care of myself. Yes, I got a personal trainer at the gym, and I've been spending more time at the gym lately than I have at home, in bed. The goal is to have buckets more energy so that I can better enjoy my holidays, especially where lots of walking and exploring are to be had. I also need to make sure that the ticker keeps on ticking and that I don't become a walking time bomb ever since my dad's heart attack. They say your risk is higher once you have one parent with the disease.
My singular goal is to be strong and healthy enough that I can last the distance on a daylong hike, or very close to it. If I end up looking like Jennifer Hudson after she went on Weight Watchers, well that's just a big fat plus. ;) But I'd be lying if I said it wouldn't matter if I lost two dress sizes, because it would be the icing on my oh-so-much-healthier cake. :)
But I'd be damned if I have to follow a strict diet to whittle down, because I still eat what I want, only a little less than even my previous usual helpings. And whatdyaknow... I'm still dropping kilos! :D
It's amazing what happens when you start loving and accepting yourself more... just the way you are.
The After Effects of the Red Tide's Visit to Malaysia
What an experience!
The chance of seeing Liverpool Football Club play a live match on its maiden visit to Malaysia was simply one that no fan could miss, and I surely didn’t!
Sure, watching Dirk Kuyt ply his trade like a workhorse on the pitch, and Jamie Carragher crack the whip look like ants on the pitch from where my family and I were sitting, but at least I can say I was at a Liverpool game!
And the Malaysian supporters – oh how I love them all – sure made the team feel like they were home, albeit with higher temperature readings on the thermometer and elevated humidity levels. One would be fooled into thinking one was actually at Anfield, minus the white faces and mostly smiling Asian ones with their hearts on their sleeves, swelling with love and pride for the team they support with a wild passion.
And the smile on Carra’s face was enough of a reason as to why I LOVE Liverpool Football Club. The mutual adoration, admiration and appreciation for the fans who love him, Stevie G (who was not in KL, sadly) and the rest of the team, shone like a beacon (if not , blared never more loudly than when sounds of “You’ll Never Walk Alone” was heard sung among the Red faithful at every opportunity) all throughout their visit.
Now I know for SURE that a visit to ANFIELD is at the top of my bucket list.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
The Red Tide Are Arriving...
In about three hours' time, the Red Tide aka Liverpool FC, will be touching down on Malaysian soil.
They've never been to KL as far as I can remember, and I CANNOT wait to see them in person, albeit about 100ft away, on July 14, when we get to watch them train for their friendly match against the Malaysian National team on July 16.
I'm ecstatic!! :D Have loved LFC since I was little and to finally get to see them in the same time zone, and on home turf is an absolute dream come true!!
More pics to come...
Friday, July 8, 2011
The Younger Boy, Older Girl syndrome
I need to get this off my chest!
I'm confused... NO, I'm perplexed, yes that's the word - perplexed, at current events surrounding the gym I go to, and one particular person that works there.
The story begins like this:
I signed up for personal training sessions with a trainer, and for 20 days, I spent 1 hour each time with my trainer, to improve on my fitness. In the beginning, this other trainer liked to visit whenever one of our sessions are on. He started off playing the professional, giving additional advice, and encouraging me.
Then he got comfortable enough with me to take jabs during my workouts, and slowly, but very subtly, he began flirting with me. Yes, it was flattering, and fun. I was always good at flirting, so the attention was welcomed.
Today, he touches me (innocently, of course) whenever he has a chance, and had even asked me out on an excursion.
I've enjoyed the attention so far, but now I'm a little unsure as to whether this is just harmless flirting all round or if there's more to it. Oh, did I mention that he claims to have a girlfriend?? Yes, according to him. So of course, I can't look more into this than what it really is, which is him being flirty/friendly... or all of the above.
As much as I enjoy the attention, I'm also a little old fashioned and prefer my men to be older. :D I have a good 12 years on this guy!! A whole decade and then some!
A cougar I am not!!
I'm confused... NO, I'm perplexed, yes that's the word - perplexed, at current events surrounding the gym I go to, and one particular person that works there.
The story begins like this:
I signed up for personal training sessions with a trainer, and for 20 days, I spent 1 hour each time with my trainer, to improve on my fitness. In the beginning, this other trainer liked to visit whenever one of our sessions are on. He started off playing the professional, giving additional advice, and encouraging me.
Then he got comfortable enough with me to take jabs during my workouts, and slowly, but very subtly, he began flirting with me. Yes, it was flattering, and fun. I was always good at flirting, so the attention was welcomed.
Today, he touches me (innocently, of course) whenever he has a chance, and had even asked me out on an excursion.
I've enjoyed the attention so far, but now I'm a little unsure as to whether this is just harmless flirting all round or if there's more to it. Oh, did I mention that he claims to have a girlfriend?? Yes, according to him. So of course, I can't look more into this than what it really is, which is him being flirty/friendly... or all of the above.
As much as I enjoy the attention, I'm also a little old fashioned and prefer my men to be older. :D I have a good 12 years on this guy!! A whole decade and then some!
A cougar I am not!!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Our First New Angel
I'm a godmother.
My only married sibling gave birth to her first precious baby girl in March, and she will be three months this weekend.
I absolutely love her! Having her visit each weekend is the highlight of our home, and saying goodbye to her is the worse thing ever!
Here she is at just a month old.
And here, at three months plus.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
If I Was a Fashion Victim... err... Fashionista!
I love to look at designer goods... but it's only because I can't afford them, boohoo!
Actually, if I diligently saved up a bit of my pay every month, I may be able to get one item annually. But by the time I can afford to buy what I love, it may go out of season and I'll have to aim for something else in season! What's a girl to do...
In honor of pretty things, here's my ode to all things pretty (and unattainable)!
1. An Hermes Scarf (courtesy of usa.hermes.com)
2. Jimmy Choo Lace Pumps - They're NOT made for walking!
3. The Kate Spade Owl Bag - So cute!
4. The Pucci Cancello Nylon Bag - so bright n colorful!
5. The Coach Legacy Alligator Pocket Bag - It's Effing hot!
Actually, if I diligently saved up a bit of my pay every month, I may be able to get one item annually. But by the time I can afford to buy what I love, it may go out of season and I'll have to aim for something else in season! What's a girl to do...
In honor of pretty things, here's my ode to all things pretty (and unattainable)!
1. An Hermes Scarf (courtesy of usa.hermes.com)
2. Jimmy Choo Lace Pumps - They're NOT made for walking!
3. The Kate Spade Owl Bag - So cute!
4. The Pucci Cancello Nylon Bag - so bright n colorful!
5. The Coach Legacy Alligator Pocket Bag - It's Effing hot!
So Much for promises...
I promised myself (and whomever is reading my blog!) that I would update daily, but I am so uninspired that it's difficult to spew anything here!Ah well...
At least I had a nice weekend.
I hadn't gone out in a while, and with my neck going spastic on me on Friday, I was afraid I almost couldn't go out with my girlfriends on Sunday for some RnR at KLCC. We had brunch (well, lunch really because we only met up at noon precisely) at Nando's followed by coffee and cake at Dome's.
It was surprisingly quiet when we got to Dome, as that is the vantage point to the park, and there weren't many people to watch - our primary reason for going to KLCC in the first place! Still, we got a table outside, where the smoking diners usually converged, but moved five minutes later thanks to some misbehaving brat who kept moving his around that it hit mine several times! Parents these days... they have no control over their bratty kids! Manners people, you're sorely lacking in them!
Anyways, conversation leaned towards an ex-friend we had in common who stabbed us all in the back, by telling tall tales that led to a huge misunderstanding that eventually saw the three of us get closer and her to lose three friends in the blink of an eye... great friends who had her welfare in mind but she never saw that... she was in such denial that she never admitted to her wrongdoings only that she regretted we found out! OMG!! Your loss, sister!
A bit of shopping and seven hours later, we parted ways and are hoping for one final catch up before the one of us has to go home to Australia, where she lives with her hubby and lil six-month-old bub.
I am SO looking forward to another one of these sundays... it's quite refreshing and certainly beats staying at home with EVERYONE wanting to rest up and not leaving the "nest"... too little privacy.
At least I had a nice weekend.
I hadn't gone out in a while, and with my neck going spastic on me on Friday, I was afraid I almost couldn't go out with my girlfriends on Sunday for some RnR at KLCC. We had brunch (well, lunch really because we only met up at noon precisely) at Nando's followed by coffee and cake at Dome's.
It was surprisingly quiet when we got to Dome, as that is the vantage point to the park, and there weren't many people to watch - our primary reason for going to KLCC in the first place! Still, we got a table outside, where the smoking diners usually converged, but moved five minutes later thanks to some misbehaving brat who kept moving his around that it hit mine several times! Parents these days... they have no control over their bratty kids! Manners people, you're sorely lacking in them!
Anyways, conversation leaned towards an ex-friend we had in common who stabbed us all in the back, by telling tall tales that led to a huge misunderstanding that eventually saw the three of us get closer and her to lose three friends in the blink of an eye... great friends who had her welfare in mind but she never saw that... she was in such denial that she never admitted to her wrongdoings only that she regretted we found out! OMG!! Your loss, sister!
A bit of shopping and seven hours later, we parted ways and are hoping for one final catch up before the one of us has to go home to Australia, where she lives with her hubby and lil six-month-old bub.
I am SO looking forward to another one of these sundays... it's quite refreshing and certainly beats staying at home with EVERYONE wanting to rest up and not leaving the "nest"... too little privacy.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Let's Start Over...
I tried, I really did... to keep my blog constantly updated. Well, who reads it anyway, I figure!
But I know I must, at the very least, continue to instill interest in people who are ACTUALLY reading what I have to say, ME! I have to discipline myself.
And so starting today, and everyday after, I simply must regal my fans with my daily tales - be they work, travel or travelling to work stories.
Sounds exciting so far right? :D
Except today (or technically Tues Apr 5) nothing exciting actually happened on my way to the office, except that I had like RM11 in my wallet and I was stuck in that God-awful traffic that led to the Tropicana Golf and Country Club, from Aman Suria... so concerned was I that I probably did not have enough cash on me to pay for my cab fare, I prayed all through those dreadful 20 minutes until I finally reached work, and thank God, I had about a buck plus to spare!
It's almost time to leave for home, and I'll be saying a prayer again for the first bus that will get me to the train station, where the next scheduled bus awaits to leave for Sunway, and from there, the bus to Klang.
Yes, it takes me four buses to get home for a total of 2 and a half hours. But I have no complaints when they're all on schedule.
On a good day like one of those, I'll be smiling all the way home and thanking God for working nights.
But I know I must, at the very least, continue to instill interest in people who are ACTUALLY reading what I have to say, ME! I have to discipline myself.
And so starting today, and everyday after, I simply must regal my fans with my daily tales - be they work, travel or travelling to work stories.
Sounds exciting so far right? :D
Except today (or technically Tues Apr 5) nothing exciting actually happened on my way to the office, except that I had like RM11 in my wallet and I was stuck in that God-awful traffic that led to the Tropicana Golf and Country Club, from Aman Suria... so concerned was I that I probably did not have enough cash on me to pay for my cab fare, I prayed all through those dreadful 20 minutes until I finally reached work, and thank God, I had about a buck plus to spare!
It's almost time to leave for home, and I'll be saying a prayer again for the first bus that will get me to the train station, where the next scheduled bus awaits to leave for Sunway, and from there, the bus to Klang.
Yes, it takes me four buses to get home for a total of 2 and a half hours. But I have no complaints when they're all on schedule.
On a good day like one of those, I'll be smiling all the way home and thanking God for working nights.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
It's Time to Cleanse... but will it work?
I've been considering going on a detox cleanse for a while. But I have not been sure about the multiple diet plans or recipes available that I should go on.
Then there's no. of days that I should go on this diet. First, there was the three-day plan... but now when I Google for info, apparently detox diets can go as long as 30 days! I doubt I can go THAT long! I might kill someone before I make it halfway even!!
So I've decided on the 3-day cleanse. Am in the midst of collecting recipes, which seem to be easy, as long as I do not include meat, dairy products and processed foods, I should be fine with creating my own.
Next, when do I actually do this? The weekend is the most obvious time for a 3-day cleanse. But I have a long week coming up and the last thing I want to do is be all Zen-like then!
I'm gonna have to find the right weekend to do this... and maybe the weekend of Mar 4-6 will work for me.
In the meantime, I need to look for more recipes!
Then there's no. of days that I should go on this diet. First, there was the three-day plan... but now when I Google for info, apparently detox diets can go as long as 30 days! I doubt I can go THAT long! I might kill someone before I make it halfway even!!
So I've decided on the 3-day cleanse. Am in the midst of collecting recipes, which seem to be easy, as long as I do not include meat, dairy products and processed foods, I should be fine with creating my own.
Next, when do I actually do this? The weekend is the most obvious time for a 3-day cleanse. But I have a long week coming up and the last thing I want to do is be all Zen-like then!
I'm gonna have to find the right weekend to do this... and maybe the weekend of Mar 4-6 will work for me.
In the meantime, I need to look for more recipes!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
What The F***???
Imagine this scenario:
It’s a few days to pay day, and you’re stretching every ringgit you have. Your colleague, having discovered that you’re doing some serious belt-tightening, graciously offers to spot you a 50, and insists that you take it. So you gratefully accept the offer and repeatedly inform her that you’ll return the money once pay day comes around, but she assures you by saying you can take your time, joking that you work together and it’s not like you’re going to run away and not pay her back!
So you’re relieved to have that extra cash in your wallet, which you end up not using anyway, but on pay day, before you can even go to the bank on your break, she comes in to work and reminds you, “Eh you owe me money!” smiling as she does so. How would you feel then? A little embarrassed that you had to be reminded that you need to pay her back, and what’s worse she makes it obvious that almost everyone in your dept hears her!
Well I felt small. And offended! Was the offer to lend me money a sincere one at all? And believe me, I NEVER forget when I owe someone money, even the RM2 they spent to get me a packet of teh tarik. But to remind me when you see me the very next day, or on pay day, barely 24hrs after you supposedly assured me that I could take my time and pay you back, was such a tactless thing to do.
As kind as this colleague is, I’ve learnt my lesson to NEVER ever borrow money from her, EVER AGAIN! If all she’s going to do is make me feel like I owe her the WORLD, then she can keep her 50 bucks and use it for to wipe her own ass with it! I will not be humiliated when I never asked to borrow cash in the first place!
It’s a few days to pay day, and you’re stretching every ringgit you have. Your colleague, having discovered that you’re doing some serious belt-tightening, graciously offers to spot you a 50, and insists that you take it. So you gratefully accept the offer and repeatedly inform her that you’ll return the money once pay day comes around, but she assures you by saying you can take your time, joking that you work together and it’s not like you’re going to run away and not pay her back!
So you’re relieved to have that extra cash in your wallet, which you end up not using anyway, but on pay day, before you can even go to the bank on your break, she comes in to work and reminds you, “Eh you owe me money!” smiling as she does so. How would you feel then? A little embarrassed that you had to be reminded that you need to pay her back, and what’s worse she makes it obvious that almost everyone in your dept hears her!
Well I felt small. And offended! Was the offer to lend me money a sincere one at all? And believe me, I NEVER forget when I owe someone money, even the RM2 they spent to get me a packet of teh tarik. But to remind me when you see me the very next day, or on pay day, barely 24hrs after you supposedly assured me that I could take my time and pay you back, was such a tactless thing to do.
As kind as this colleague is, I’ve learnt my lesson to NEVER ever borrow money from her, EVER AGAIN! If all she’s going to do is make me feel like I owe her the WORLD, then she can keep her 50 bucks and use it for to wipe her own ass with it! I will not be humiliated when I never asked to borrow cash in the first place!
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