Diet
I am on a diet.
I have also given up chocolate and snacks for lent. Today we had triple chocolate chip cookies being passed round in the lecture hall, I was also offered sweets twice, a rare incident as we are usually too bogged down by work or the days activities to remember to bring snacks. Temptation always comes knocking when you make a resolution.
I am sick of being chubby and not being able to fit into half of the clothes in my wardrobe, I miss wearing halter neck tops and feeling pleased I can see my shoulder joints, most of all, I am tried of feeling lethargic and lazy. I remember feeling on top of the world when I practiced yoga religiously, no achy shoulders, a general sense of well being and the glow, that healthy glow.
The last attempt at exercise resulted in me sitting down most ungraciously on a random park bench heaving and panting, feeling nauseous after 30 mins on the Dahon at East Coast. A charming chap had to come by and render aid, after which I proceeded to glut out on ipoh hor fun at Old Town in frustration.
This perennial struggle with weight has plagued me all my life, and its time to pull myself together, if anything just to build up stamina and discipline to see me through this course.
I leave you with a photo taken on the 1st of Jan 2009, what a way to start the new year, eh?
No more fat suit!
PS: I am wearing shorts, in case you think those are my knickers, a sight that would surely burn through your eye sockets :p
Holy Crap!
Sifting through old pictures on the laptop generated this, a picture taken in 2004, on Florence’s last day with the Foundation. I once had visible collar bones! Look at me! I was actually slim-ish! +8 kg later, this seems like such a distant memory. I don’t want to don this fat suit anymore!!!
Foux de Fa Fa
By way of Sonny who is headed to Paris and Geneva for book signings, safest trip! This is also for Jen who is off on her European adventure soon 
Parlez vous the Francais?
My dismal french will make my french teacher from days of yore very sad, might be good to polish up relearn the Francais.
PS: I love how Fish= Jacque Cousteau
Room
I miss being in my room.
Lying on the floor.
The sights.
The smells.
The memories.
Midday sun.
Evening glow.
Losing myself in music.
Losing myself in books.
Just being.
I judge.
I know should not judge other people based on my value system.
I strive to be able to not pass judgement, to treat everyone fairly without bias, so far I have been unsuccessful. Not only do I judge, I read like an open book, if I’m unhappy with your behaviour I let you know, be it my facial expression/body language or telling it to you in your face when it reaches tipping point.
Two traits which particularly irk me are:
1)Selfishness- Being so self absorbed and consumed by your own needs/wants, you disregard everyone else’s.
2)Pride- Thinking that you are above everyone else, be it your intellect, talent, looks or social status.
I however, or any one of us for that matter, am in no position to judge, and I must always remember, ‘people are just trying their best’. I wish I was a little more forgiving and tolerant. I will keep working at it, but next time you catch me passing judgement, please give me a good slap and remind me that we are all different, and with good reason.
