Sometime back, my dad has sent me to a 4 days boot camp catered especially for teenagers before we turned into spoil brats. Basically, it's working on self confidence and how to be a better leader. I was 13 years old and for me, it was a kick out of comfort zone.
Just for laugh, I do remember crying when my family dropped me and sped off, leaving me behind with some strangers, whom my dad claimed he paid a bomb and told me to appreciate it instead of sulking.
I learned to appreciate my time better and there's a quote that was engraved onto my mind.
"This is the beginning of a new day. I have been given this day to use
as I will. I can waste it or use it for good. What I do today is
important because I am exchanging a day of my life for it. When
tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever; in its place is something
that I have left behind...let it be something good."
Today, I ran 3.5km. 17.5km more to go until I reach my goal of 21km.
I have successfully abstained myself from logging into facebook, 2 days in a row, looking into zero log in.
I have also cut off chicken rice from my diet no matter how tempting it appears to be. 2 weeks without giving in to temptations.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Back to square one
Year 2012, my resolution was to shave off 5kg. I have painstakingly gone to the gym, took meat off my diet and religiously drink soy milk for breakfast.
By far, I have lost 2kg and 3kg more to work on.
After the weekend Shan came to Singapore, over mere 2 days of pastries, cakes and ice cream, I am now back at 5kg.
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME IF THERE IS JUSTICE?!
Looking back, it's not so funny anymore.
*dragging feet towards the treadmill, cussing.
By far, I have lost 2kg and 3kg more to work on.
After the weekend Shan came to Singapore, over mere 2 days of pastries, cakes and ice cream, I am now back at 5kg.
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME IF THERE IS JUSTICE?!
Looking back, it's not so funny anymore.
*dragging feet towards the treadmill, cussing.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Shan in Singapore
Shan was in town for a visit over the weekend and I have been looking forward to it. Counting down the days by eagerly striking off the dates on the calendar.
On the Friday itself, we went to 1Altitude for dinner while I was attending a function organised by the company. My colleagues were very intrigued with the guests I was with. They are such inquisitive creatures that I was bombarded with never ending questions.
| breath taking |
| view from 62th floor |
| sunset |
We then head over to Roberson Quay where I was already half unconscious. I don't even remember the name of the place we were in. I do remember we had Gelato and I was smiling for the camera, half dazed from the alcohol. I am just glad that I got home in one piece. It's an experience I didn't want to go thru again.
The next day, I met up with Shan at MBS for the play, Wicked and I truly enjoyed it! Despite the seating where we had to sit upright the whole time to have a better view of the stage. From where I was seated, I have perfectly good view of the string quartet underneath the stage. I was distracted with the orchestra half of the time, wondering if
the guitarist was munching potato chips while strumming his guitar.
After the play, we went to High Society cafe where they serve little delights, sweet enough to cheer my spirit up. I was already in a high spirit but it just makes it even better. I had Passion Meringue and it was reasonably priced at SGD9, considering the location and the service it had rendered.
| Passion Meringue |
On Sunday, we headed to Dempsey Hill, The White Rabbit for brunch. The building was previously a chapel and I was very impressed with the venerable interior.
| Quiche at The White Rabbit |
Before dinner, we breeze through the Botanic Garden and we chanced upon an open concert. It's a lovely Sunday to be out, embracing the nature.
| Botanic Garden |
We had a very hearty Japanese dinner at En. The only place where we did not play Monopoly Deal.
On Monday, we were having tea again at Antoine, Mandarin Gallery. Yeah, I sneaked out and there isn't any regret to it.
:P
So over the weekend, I truly enjoyed the brevity experience of Queen's daily routine - English tea, fruit tarts, pastries and all. .
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
A Tuesday Valentine
Today is the day my four wheeled shining armored knight is taken away from me, into a more loving and caring arms, I hope.
I felt a gush of cold jealousy splashed onto me while I was thinking about it all day, wondering what its future lies ahead. This is how it feels wanting something that does not belong to you.
I felt a gush of cold jealousy splashed onto me while I was thinking about it all day, wondering what its future lies ahead. This is how it feels wanting something that does not belong to you.
| The white rabbit - Dempsey |
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Where can we go?
First we played at cafe and once our table was cleared, we didn't want to impose any further so we moved on to the library, hoping that we could sit down and play the card game in peace.We really didn't know where else to go.
We found a cozy spot and we sprawled sheets of brown paper for us to sit on while we happily distributing the cards. A few minutes later, we were told that no cards playing allowed in the library and were asked to keep the card immediately.
We were indeed very disheartened that we couldn't even find a spot for a game of cards without having to order any food or drinks. Truth is, there is no place in Singapore for us to sit and chat as long as we like or as loud as we desire, except for the cemetery.
In the end, we were at McDonald and I had chicken nuggets for my dinner.
There goes my meatless regime again.
"A terrible thing happened to me last night again - nothing" - Phyllis Diller
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
It's so hard to say goodbye
At the spur of moment, I had committed 3 sins during dinner at mcdonalds.
1) i broke my meatless meal regime
2) I had potato. To make things worse, it was fried
3) I drank carbonated high level sugar content drink, namely, sprite.
Instead of feeling better, I actually felt worse.
"To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent that is to triumph over the old age" - Thomas B.Aldrich.
Sunday, February 05, 2012
What should I do with Sasha
Sigh. Poor dog. She looked so traumatized.
Disclaimer: We did none of the abusing mentioned above. We shower her with lots of love and beef jerky sticks. The only thing we overlooked is her shower routine.
"The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time" - Friedrich Nietzsche
An uncanny resemblance
| disclaimer: this isn't me. Take another guess |
"The whiter my hair becomes, the more ready people are to believe what I say" - Bertrand Russell
Oh chicken rice
Every time I walked past the chicken rice stall, it takes up alot of determination and strong will power for me to turn it down. And I have to walk the same route to get my sans-pork lunch, ie. bread with yogurt.
The aroma is so captivating and so tantalizing. I would sometimes steal a whiff and visualize myself enjoying a packet of warm, juicy, mouth watering chicken rice.
I would then feel so guilty for coveting something I have checked off from my losing weight regime.
So today, I have sinned.
I broke all rules and devoured with all my might, savoring every sinful moments. At that point in time, it was worth it, every single chew. To end with cherry on top, I took a nap right after.
Like a child caught holding a half eaten chocolate cake, I looked down and felt so ashamed of myself.
But hey, I am a woman. It's my entitlement to have decided against something and then feel guilty after committing it.
So to make myself feel better, I went to the gym and ran my life away.
I felt so good about myself that for dinner, I had Portobello mushroom from Carls Junior.
| my usual lunch. Baby carrots |
Oh by the way, I have shed off 1kg. 4 more to go!
"I guess I don't mind so much being old, as I mind being fat and old" - Peter Gabriel
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
A new life begins
Lately, sis and I have been very intrigued with the life of butterflies. Give my sister a garden and she tells you tale of a gecko lizard all the way to the life of a caterpillar.
She's someone who picks up earth worms with her bare hands and as the worm wiggles away from her, she simply snaps photos of it, amazed with the way it moves.
Out of boredom, mom would ask us to play outside and get some sun instead of, according to her, sitting in front of the "electronic brain", beeping away. I suppose she is referring to the beeps as we clicked on the computer.
So we would go hunting for caterpillars off the lime tree.
Don't get her started because she would scramble through her collection of photos on caterpillars and you have to pay attention. Otherwise, she will pat and nudge with her elbow.
Yes. A photo album of just caterpillars. Sideways caterpillar eating leaves. Curled up caterpillar taking its nap or probably smiling at the camera, looking as though it wants its photo to be taken. Birdview caterpillar propelling itself with all its might on a keyboard from Letter A to Letter G. I must stress that a caterpillar would never want to be looked upon from a bird's view. It simply means more bad news.
Once, my dad was so impressed with her, he told her to join the National Geographic team. He is unaware that National Geographic captures video of vicious animals such as sharks and hyenas, not bugs and chubby caterpillars.
As I watch my sister's home made video of a caterpillar turning into a butterfly from a cocoon, I was so amazed with life. It would squirm and writhe, as if it is in great pain, just to get out its comfort zone into a world full of cannibals.
Yet, we whine and complain the dress that we like so much is sold out.
| Butterfly just squirmed out from its cocoon |
Sis said that the life of a butterfly lasts for 5 days.
WHAT??!
After all that struggling and squirming?
"As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two" - Norman Wisdom
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