I blame you Christmas, for this merry season. Sadness. I didn’t go for church service though I really wanted to yesterday. It’s awful, the feeling. It’s like I skipped church for a party. )):
Agh. Anyway, it’s been continuous eating for the last one week. Saturday’s 20km walk was effective because I burned enough not to put on weight, though I was going more than maintanence. I am wishing there’ll be another event for me not to give excuses to not run. That’s why, I am totally looking forward to sundown next year. But in the meantime, I need to occupy myself with another one so I don’t feel so lost. Yes, when I can’t see what I’m running for in training, I lose motivation and direction and I’d feel like shit.
So, if there are any December or January runs (Which I know is unlikely, tell me!)
Righhhtttt. I’m currently sitting in front of the computer at the reception because they are shorthanded, so people like meee have to stand in. Haha. Not that I’m complaining anyway because I have not much work to do too.
Yesterday, while waiting for my cheesecake to bake, I squatted in front of the fan, in the most tak- glam position, come on, I’m at home. But I didn’t know my sister had a friend come for a stay over. HAHA. I was pretty embarrassed and she was like, “Thankfully I left the camera in the bag.”
Her name is Talia and my family is in love with her. I know my parents really like her alot. Well mannered, articulate and a really good girl, a DAUGHTER IN LAW TO DIE FOR.
Oh yes, thanks Chua for helping me with the cheesecake! ((:
Okay anyway, mum bought a Canon Power Shot G11 recently. I just don’t understand why she likes to buy big and heavy cameras. Those you know, really bulky black ones that you can attach the zoom zoom thing in front. I’ve been telling her I want a camera that can fit SNUGLY in the hangbag. But it never becomes reality. Nevermind, that’s how it is with camera fanatics. Not really professional, but not amateur either. This suits her fine, but gives me headache. I am clueless which icon to turn to. 80, 100, 200 all the way to 3,200… You know what this is? The only thing I’m not griping is that, the memory space is not bad. 8GB.
I’m thinking of being late for work later, since anyway the Tuesday morning meeting has been shifted to 1030 am instead of 0830 and seriously, my workload doesn’t entail me to rush for anything. So there’s no point jostling with the morning crowd. Mum’s gonna drive me there later. Righttt. She didn’t sleep the whole of last night. I wonder if I should just go on my own. I don’t want her to crash the car… too. Haha.
I hate food. I absolutely abhore it. Yet I keep munching and eating and eating. ): Fuck. I’ve put on 1.5 kilos. At this rate. I think I’ll be 5 kg heavier. Omg. No way.
Calories- 1103, Carbohydrates- 137g, Fat-25.5g for the day
You may think this is very well within the limit, but my lack of activity( I’ve not been exercising) and recent food history would very well put me on a hell journey to weight gain. My BMR states that, at 19, with a height of 160 and I shall not disclose the weight, I should be getting 1600 calories a day for maintanence, 250g carbs and about 56g fat, but since 24October, I’ve been on a calorie deficit of 800, if technically we follow the right amount, I’ve been doing 800 calories, 85g carbs and 20g fat for the last 2 months. I lost, 6.5kg in 2 months. This means that any extra calories, carbs or fat I stuff myself with would result in weight gain, even if I eat within my calorie group.
My food intake for the day-
Food
Calories
Carbohydrates
Fat
Beans 150g
109
20
0.3
Bread 30-40g
100
15
1
Chick Peas
32
5
0.6
Peanut Butter
50
5
3
Subway Salad
200
17
5
Rock Melon/Pineapple
200
35
1
MISC
90
5
5
Peanuts, Cashew Nuts, Almond
90
0
8
Rock Melon
200
30
1
Hummus
32
5
0.6
Total
1103
137
25.5
I screwed up my metabolic rate after the 42km run which I regret like freaking hell. I doubled the calorie intake the day before and kinda let go. Before the run I was 51 and I ate enough to put on 1 kg in one day-52. Went on a food rampage after that. Just a side note, if any normal person would to eat what I ate in the last 1-2 weeks, he or she wouldn’t put on any weight. It’s because of my recent food history in the last 2 months that’s causing the mess. Also, if you look at the day’s food intake, it’s pretty much void of oil and meat. I don’t eat junk, don’t avocate junk and so, don’t have a problem with junk food. I can skip the chips and fries, no problem.
What does this show too? That even with foods that are supposedly good and nutritious can also lead to weight gain. Sheesh. I can feel the weight creeping up. Even without weighing myself, my thighs hurt, my arms hurt, like skin tearing kinda feeling. This means I’m either losing or gaining. Of course in this case, it’s gaining. Then, I weigh myself and see the weight shoot up like a rocket. 2KG since 6 december 09. Today is the 13? In one week, 2 kg! 3500 calories= to 1 pound, which is about half a kilo. I’ve eaten an excess of 14,000 calories to put on this amount of weight. Don’t tell me it’s water retention, I don’t buy that cause of the amount of food I’ve been eating.
I have a 50km walk next week and I hope to get back on the bandwagon. I can’t screw up my life like that. Fuck I know the numbers and how much I should be putting in, yet I don’t follow. Sighs.
because… I’ve understood what Christmas means to me as what Christmas means to them. While we receive presents here and celebrate Christmas with a bang, a simple e-mail message means so much to them. I can’t believe it.
Anyway. I hate to read. But I’ve recently bought a book ‘Becoming Madame Mao’ by Anchee Min. Heard it was a good book. I’ve finally took it out of the borders plastic bag after 2 weeks. So I’m gonna start reading and hopefully I’ll be able to finish it by this week.
Wow. It’s the end of November. Another month to Christmas, minus 4 days. It’s gonna be a quiet festive season though, I think.
I am here only because I putting onto paper what has been stinging like nettle in recent times. I am basically at the point of disconcertment and perplexity which clouds my mind on how people can be so skin- thicked. I could be nice enough, I would still do it, because I’m not the kind of person who would leave things hanging in mid-air. But don’t expect me to continue to think in the same way. I am brunt here now. I am freaking tired of bending backwards for people to the point of my own expense and they can think it’s their right to do so, by riding on the generosity of others. Give a kid some candy and he would want more. Extend a hand to someone only to find them stepping right up to you, almost right on top of you, wanting more. I feel very made use of. Don’t be my friend to get something out of me, don’t be my friend so that I could be of some benefit to you. Don’t hurt me like that. I take a long time to actually realise the intentions of characters. Blame me and the point of giving the benefit of the doubt all the time, giving reasons for the actions or inactions of others. It’s really terrible when I have to constantly look behind my back with people I could actually trust, fending off glibness, imposture, insincerity and irreverence of people from sincerity. I am weary of people now. Very Weary.
I set a goal at the begining of the year, to be acieved by end december. A very simple one. I’ve thrown in away because I realised, I was holding my own life so tightly, I was giving no room to my maker to take a step in to mould me. I was in control or so I thought. I thought. I give up. I let go. Lord, take it away, I can’t stand on my own anymore.
Okay, I think I’m mean, I really am. I love sarcasm, wit and humour. I won’t pass a day making not making a comment about someone or myself. Whatever it takes. I can’t get enough of a good laugh and go home and forget about it. But some people don’t or can’t differenciate the two and lump them together, making it impossible to coummincate. I’d have no choice but to shut up if not I’d look stupid. I am a firm believeeer that sarcasm also helps with the rectal broomstick extraction procedure, so people will not feel out of place. We all love a good laugh. That’s what makes the world spin.
Work’s fine. If I was clearer with the steps and procedures, I would propbably get really impatient, which in fact, I am starting to get because the pace of this place could actually drive me up the wall. Did I just say that? Tomorrow and the day after would be the two most difficult days because, all the customer service people whom the relationship managers like to throw work to will not be in the office. Friday’s the best. All 4 of us will not be in. It’s definitely a sunnnny day.
Fuck. I hate myself for eating at such a late hour. Where’e the self control val. Bread and beans only aid in weight gain.
Dad came back from Hai nan dao on sunday, only to fly to manila this afternoon. Mum and sis are only back on wednesday. Thought they were coming back today and I kinda panicked when they were still not back at 1.30am.
The replacement car came today. It looks good. Offwhite leather seats with a midnight blue exterior. Bummer. I would have prefered that. Haha.
My sleep patterns and metabolism rate are screwed big time. Damn it.
I have done something I haven’t in the last 8 years.
I SIGNED UP FOR CHURCH CAMP.
Okay this is absolutely ground breaking to me. Of course. The last one was good, but I hope this one would be even better. Yes it’s going to beeeee. Charmaine and I got screwed in megalife. Scarred for life. Definitely we want to prove that it’s not that bad. It’s good. The people have come and gone. The system has changed. We’ll give it another shot.
Thursday nights are good, fridays even better. I’m thinking of holidays already. Hahaha.
Strange how what I’ve always known has turned from just paper facts to tangibility. I hate the fact that life is that harsh.. cruel and unforgiving. It’s very straightfoward, no holds barred, right smacked in your face. The only people in life who will offer you second chances is your family, who will do things for you unconditionally, no questions asked. If you don’t love your family, who will?
So. I think this place is half dead. Or half alive depending on whether you are a half full or half empty person. Sean Callow, this senior strategist gave a presentation this morning at 8.30am to the private bank guys. I was basically half asleep and trying to understand those cheem terms like ‘parity’ and a few others which I have forgotten but wrote it down somewhere. Heard he’s a super nice person, but didn’t appraoch him to make small talk. Too tired.
I think I’m surviving. I probably would. I’m a survivor. I am. It feels icky to not be able to follow the news and data. I feel abit handicapped to not see the currency rates immediately. But whatever, I can’t avoid change, I’ll just hang on. Lunch is always the best of course.
I… speak mandarin at work. I try to fit in. It’s not always the perfect fit but I believe in time- anyway, side tracking. time does heal everything, I’m a believer.
I’m tired of playing it up, Work is weird, I just wanna be me, but I can’t.
Anyway. Den, you’re so damn lucky. Envy is an understatement.
Anyway, my dad asked me to listen to this song. It is absolutely stunning.
Key Lime Pie
juice and zest 4 large limes
3 eggs
397g (14oz) condensed milk
100-150ml cream (recipe calls for double cream, i used normal)
sweet biscuit tart case
- preheat oven to 170deg
- whisk together lime juice, zest, eggs, condensed milk and cream
- pour the filling into the tart case
- bake for 30-40 min
- leave to cool completely
- whipped cream on top, and sprinkle lime zest over the cream
Eggless chocolate cupcakes
a.. 1 ½ Cups of Flour
b.. 1 Cup of Sugar
c.. 1 Tsp. of Baking Soda
d.. 1 Tsp. of Salt
e.. 1/3 Cup of Cocoa Powder
f.. ½ Cup of Oil
g.. 1 Cup of Water
h.. 1 Tsp. of Vanilla
i.. 1 Tblsp. of Vinegar
Bake at 175deg centigrade, for about 13-15 minutes
this makes about 15-16 cupcakes (using muffin pan or cupcake pan, which is about the same size, one batch is 12 cupcakes)
Since my mind’s a blur.. I’ll let supposedly good recipes do the talking. Thanks Auntie Cheh Oon. These have been tried and tested, given extra ticks and pats on the back for the maker and made people feel good. I’ll go with the tried and tested method. I’m a conventionalist.
1) I seriously need help on finance. I mean, savings and spendings. This is getting bad. Oh my gosh. Lunching out everyday without cheap canteen food is not doing me any good. Okay (that’s an excuse, I actually spend on other things). Hahaha.
2) I am secretly facinated with the English Hong Kong accent. I know it sounds rather weird, but I enjoy picking up the phone and the other party goes, “Hey Valerie, Esther here” in that really thick accented english.
3) Talking to my friends make keep my sanity. Office people are not friends. They are aquaintances meant to be kept at the distance, no? I never feel totally relaxed around them.
4) I am feeling a tinge of regret for not going overseas for internship. Why why why am I still stuck in this tiny red dot when the world is at my feet? I am only restricting my opportunites.
5) I love it when I’m busy at work. I absolutely adore it. Lord, please let today be a good busy day. Lots of DCI! (:
6) I have to admit, on a more serious note, quiet time with the father has been upside down and screwed up. I haven’t stopped to catch my breath and listen to his heartbeat again. I’m always on the go-go-go. I am not in sync with him, how to listen intently to his word? How to know what he wants to say to me. Sorry God, please help me get back on track. You are what that moulds me and I don’t want to see myself go round in circles anymore.
Can forgiveness be so easily bought over. Can forgiveness be whole and complete without bitterness. Is there even such a thing. We humans, can’t even stand the sight of each other sometimes, even without knowing the person. I don’t know she’s going to take that step to forgive someone who has wronged her in a way, that would have hurt her so much, I can’t even put in words, it’s like tearing her inner being, everything and every part of her. I wouldn’t understand. I’m not her. I haven’t even been through that stage of life. I can’t comment how it would feel.
My heart goes out to her, in fact, my heart goes out even more to the person who has hurt her so badly, so much, who can flick the hair aside and say, “What’s wrong?”. There’s no remorse, no repentence. I can’t believe how cruel we humans can be. How much we would go to cover up each little deceit, each lie, that eventually becomes a whole facade of hypocrisy. Why why why. I’m screaming for justice. Yet I can do nothing. I’m not even supposed to know! I pity that person who has wronged her, who gave in to the worldly temptation in that moment of folly, but.. who is getting the brunt and more to come of the consequences.. and it’s really embarrassing.
You know it goes to show? God helps the meek and weak, he finds justice for them when they cannot fend for themselves, when they are pushed to the corner, to their limit. He steps in right at that moment. Not too early, neither too late. But still, the recovery is long and tedious. I’m not even sure whether she’s at the recovery period or getting more shocks. I hope not.
I want to do this, I want to do that. But it never materialises. I want to run more, I want to watch movies, I want to bake this and that, I want to go fishing and prawning, cycling with friends, hanging out at iguana with vic and gang, do this and that, but I never manage to. I never do, I just don’t.
Yesterday’s cell meeting left me feeling numbed. My cell leader thanked me for coming. She actually thanked me for doing something that I was supposed to do and was expected of me and not something I was doing for someone else. I just stared at her shocked and slightly bemused. Charmaine’s going next week. I hope she doesn’t back out again. It gives me a tingling feeling that I have to face cell on my own everyweek, and not really know the people there. Some thing I’ve learnt is that we cannot place our emotions and base them on someone else because at the end of the day, we’ll get disappointed. If I’d waited for her till she was ready, I wouldn’t have been able to take any step forward. I wished I could be regular, but not knowing the people well enough for me to be connected with them in any which way puts me off.
One could say that I’m not going there to make friends and be merry, I’m going there for the sole purpose of worshiping God. But I don’t think I can cheat myself and believe in such audacity that friends don’t matter. Hey, they do and really do.
Work has become more and more enjoyable and dreading it has become the thing of the past. I quite look forward to each new day, and of course, fridays are the best. 2 days of rest plus fun always lightens up the mood. (:
I’m drained, I’m freaking tired… I don’t have the motivation to run. Motivate me! Last minute notice yesterday that I was going catch Hossan Leong in action… didn’t think it would be great and I kinda got it right. Although I love Hossan(a marriage between Honda and Nissan.. hahaha) his jokes were seriously cliche to the point of it being jarring to the ears. But anyway, I’m typing here until I can find the spur to get moving.
I’ve got quite a fair bit in my head right now that I wished I could just relieve it here. It just makes me wonder… agh. I’ll write when I get back. I ’suddenly’ have the motivation to run. Thanks JR!
Haha. A typical day of what I eat..? Sure, since you’re so curious. But, I also wanna know whether I am over eating. I have absolutely no clue. If this is over eating, please, tell me quick!
Breakfast- 1/2 a can of beans in tomato sauce, 190 calories, 27 grams carbohydrates, 5-6 grams of fat. 3/4 can of tuna, 112 calories, 1 gram of fat, 1 gram of carbohydrates.
Lunch- Smoked Salmon salad with olive oil and vinegar dressing. (Don’t ask me how many calories those things are. I’m too lazy to count. ) Yoghurt with honey, topped with granola.. this is seriously my favourite thing of the day. ((:
Mid afternoon snack- celery and carrot juice.
Dinner- 10 mangosteens, 2 slices of watermelon, one slice of bread… binged):
Done!(: Well, the thing with me is that, when I find that I like something very much, I’ll keep eating the same thing.. I could have the yoghurt everyday single day for the next 6 months and the also the smoked salmon without feeling disgusted. Not forgetting beans.. I’m in love with beans, especially the brand ‘bush’. I typically spend about 12-15 dollars a day on lunch.
My plan for tomorrow:
Breakfast- The other half a can of beans- 190 calories, 27 grams carbohydrates, 5-6 grams of fat. Maybe a can of tuna, 150 calories, 3 grams of fat. Or, some oat with skimmed milk. 100 calories, 3 grams of fat.
Lunch- Definitely another round of smoked salmon salad and yoghurt.
Hate busy weekends. It’s meant for me to do nothing. Not rush reports, go help at another church, attend wedding dinners, compelled shopping and dinners. Omg. I want a break. Monday please don’t ever come.
I just had to write it in. Now I know where my IQ points went to, since I grew up getting spanked. This is a shocker. Thought all children had to be spanked to learn, hell, maybe not anymore. What now, the soft approach? Whatever it is, no more caning, slapping, beating. Not that there was any to start with, but I’ll never let my kid go through this form of distress just to learn a point. I’m sure there are other ways. Physical torture is not the way.
Shopping for dresses for weddings are soooo pressurising, when factors such as budget, time and the most importantly, whether that piece of lard is sticking out or not. No wonder people say it’s every girls’ nightmare. This time though, it wasn’t my turn to go get the dress. Phew. Yes. Relieved. I was there as the critique and opinionator. Nice job. It’s like sitting in the seat of Simon Cowell, okay, lets do a more localised version, sitting in the seat of Ken Lim and tellin the poor dude he should try the auditions for Vasantham Star 2009. I mean, that was my job. To tell the truth.
So anyway, we got down to business, got the beautiful dress, and while I waited, decided to pick the same one to play a around. Think we look really mirrored. Hahhaa.
This is more fun than writing about work. Not that it’s not enjoyable, but weekends are the best. Having two days of escapades are definitely precious, so unless you’re important, I won’t go running out on a nice rampage down orchard road, have a meal or catch a movie(horrors, can’t remember the last the I actually watched one) with you.
Driving everwhere is (super) fattening. There’s hardly any walking and it’s bad for health. ):
My maid is more niao than us when it comes to food. She’s only eats veggies. Nevermind, she even declined the bananas I offered because she says the bananas here contain too much chemicals and pesticides. (:0) Shocked. No wonder there’s an abundant amount of chocolates and cookies in the fridge. The last maid used to help herself to all the godiva and all. Now that this one doesn’t eat all that, it’s just crazy, the fridge’s overloaded. I have to add, Arlin, the current one makes damn good bread. She used to help her brother at the bakery. No wonder her bread looks too good to be eaten. D
The raffles hotel truffle mooncake is God sent. I’ve finally got to dig my fork into the oozing white liquid in the hard white chocolate shell after a long wait. Dad couldn’t bring them home earlier as he was nice to open a few boxes for the staff and I had to really pester him to bring home a few boxes too. I only like snowskin ones with chocolate truffles. In the end, we had like 9 boxes with different flavours and mum gave them away. Imgine stuffing down 7hundered calories in one sitting.
I just ate one quarter of a huge ass red watermelon and I am feeling guilty and bloated right now. 1/4 is alot. )): I was greedy, not hungry. Dinner was a mix concoction of spinach, garlic and mushrooms in a pork bone broth at rail mall. Not too bad. I think I fail at the raw green vegen lifestyle, which I’m thinking of inculcating my food pyramid. But it’s so hard because everywhere I turn, it’s always cooked food. Unless I pack at home and bring around with me, which just sounds ridiculous.
Lasly, I have to sleep now for the 9am church service tomorrow. Nodding off during sermon isnn’t too polite, though my family is fond of doing that. Hahahah.
A little bit of gripe: Stomach’s churning and I’m feeling nauseated. Feeling terrible. My legs are burning, but not in the usual shiok way. It’s shooting pain with every sudden movement. Probably because I’m not feeling very well in the first place but decided to see how far I could go today. But I was quite surprised that I managed 14k without stopping. Of course at my own pace, but it’s weirdly more taxing than the mizuno run. I’m feeling limp and disconnected from my body. I need some sleep.
Hazel is so pretty, Jaslyn is cool, Lynn is hip, Steven is shy, Geoff and Paul like to insult each other, Steve is nice, Marty looks fierce, Phil is happy go lucky, Mike Williams is freaking cute, Craig is sooo fit. That’s work.
Steven and Hazel think I’m some social butterfly with activities lined up everyday cause I always seem to be so busy after work. That’s so not true. In fact, I think I’m a nut case for social reclusiveness, preferring to stay away from the crowd and spend the hours on gastronomy experiments or you know, leaving the labour to the experts and paying for the meal with one on one, up to a comfortable number of 3. One thing that scares me? The oddity of odd numbers. I totally shrink from the fact that numbering can end odd. Going out with one person is fine, the next would be to add 3 more. Call it OCD otherwise known as obsessive compulsive behaviour or anything you want. Okay, but my point is, before (I sway to another topic unwittingly) is that people may have preconceived notions that sometimes may not be utterly factual. Or sometimes, they catch the part of you that you may have taken pains to obscure from the majority. I still say, close friends can still decipher your emotions. That one, one cannot hide. Or it may be that being overtly friendly can lead to misunderstandings. Given my deposition of what people have told me a gazillion times when they know me better that I seem aloof and unaprochable, I hope I’m not trying too hard to smile an every person that saunters past, or suddenly chat with you more often. Even the cleaning lady doesn’t get spared. Good thing being young leaves some room for trial and error, some time to adjust to a new environment. Then again, I don’t have much time to learn the ropes in every which way. Friends, if I suddenly treat you differently, it’s part of my learning alright? I’m trying my best, I really am. Cut me some slack. (:
No training, no preparations, nothing. This is what I am getting myself into tomorrow. Ty asked whether I could take over him since he has wushu rehearsal. Only called back the next day to agree. Having jitters now. Think I’ll just do my best. Wish me luck, people. ((:
Work is a struggle. Yours mine bid offer, buy sell give take. & application software, like many many all over. I shadow a broker, following her every move, every transaction, every execution. The anxiety and frustration when you cannot earn from the spread, when you anticipate the market wrongly, when you take too long to quote the customer. When the customer says, “I’ll pass SGD spot please tx”, even when you say “mom please, cmg up” because you took 6 minutes to get the rate from the dealer. It has suddenly become so real and tangible. Not something you only see in the textbooks. The “fuck, wa lao, wa lan” peppers sentences once in a while. There’s a whole lot of other stuff I could write, but I am too tired. Maybe next time. Front office is not my cup of tea, not my forte no matter how I try or give my best. Don’t admire me for working in the dealing room. Don’t envy me for an opportunity. This only goes hand in hand with intellect, with the ability to connect with the figures, with the fast pace of, “Done, I sell USD 3 mio at 45″, and then sending them an email for confirmation. Lord, will I ever get it right. Will I. I’m feeling afriad, embarrassed and incompetent. HT is only a mere 26, from SMU and she’s trading like a pro, gorgeous as hell, about to get married in September. Trading like a pro hit me like a ton of bricks. Val’s here interning at WP, trying her very best not to screw up, to get the figures up and to just do the best. God, you have a sense of humour. You allowed me to get till there, yet, without the buffer of the equivalent skills needed. I’m fumbling and mumbling my way. But I don’t believe you will just throw me there and let me drown. Since you allowed me to be there, Father, see me through each transaction, each documentation, for there is no room for even careless mistakes. Thank you Lord.
My hangout for the last few days? ECP. Singapore is kinda boring for long stretches of undisturbed roads without cars zooming past at speeds that could kill.
This is the “road” for my angst yesterday. Don’t know what made me park in the middle such that after 13km, I would actually hit this road. I couldn’t go more than a few metres without people travelling on the opposite direction, in my lane and still blatantly ignoring traffic rules.
Calm yourself down though, you wouldn’t be able to watch it in a haste.
Edit: Guess what my parents are currently doing now at 10.30pm. They’re looking through the list of universities again. Uh oh. Maybe I’m just going overboard with illusion that it’s not as near as I think.
It’s only during the holidays when time is not so much a consideration to my activities, or lack of, when I do not have to constantly keep a watch over the minutes that tick by, that I can explicitly use imagery to create something to share. It’s not an everyday thing that I have the capacity to endure the long waits of uploads or the screen to flicker a couple of times before it is willing to switch to the next. My patience is in direct relation to what I have to complete in the day. Just like you.
Mum has to visit Uncle Dick in the hospital now, who is recuperating from an amputation just below the knee. I brought down the salmon yesterday night from the freezer to defrost as she offered to bring him lunch. But since I’m here, I offered to cook it.
Look at how skinny organic carrots look like. I realised that organic brocolli is also much yellower than non. Mum swears by organic vegetables.
Saute-ing the mushrooms with fat and garlic. Hope I didn’t add to much salt though. Haha
Decided to do a miso mayo version, though I wouldn’t dare eat the mayo myself. The saltiness of the miso paste and tanginess of the Japanese mayo go very well together.
Mum made some sourdough bread in the morning. Pefect with the fish.
Warm bread with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. I could really eat alot of those.
VALERIE CHIA, stop being lazy with excuses and start running proper! !ӣ$%^&*
Could I comment that it’s so nice to sleep my afternoon away. ((: This morning, I woke up to an sms that read “Car key and small house key on the table”. I thought for a moment that my mum had gone ballistic and threw me the car for fun. But since I had no intentions of travelling too far today other than to run some errands, I didn’t use it. Was supposed to head to bike boutique for my wheel, but mum already brought it out.
My parents have been bombarding me with university applications. My dad talks about it like everyday. The latest is that my mum doesn’t want to send me to australia anymore. Actually, I’m kinda relieved cause I don’t really want to go there too. Sooo, it’s now my job to filter down the US universities and start applying. I would rather go to UK though. I prefer british culture. Argh. Okay, now I can’t decide. But I’m glad they have taken aussie out of the equation.
Can’t believe I’m actually entertaining the thought of working on weekends. I’ll surely be unable to cope when work starts. Val, what were you thinking?
2 days of rest plus fun always lightens up the mood. (:
