Archive for May, 2006

The One About The Fats : A Clarification

Hey you guys!

I’m writing this just so you all know that by saying that “I’m fat”, doesn’t mean I want you (especially those of you who know me) to say sugary things like:

“Oh no, you’re not fat”

“Oh, you’re very slim” etc etc.

I do not mean it that way alright?

I do have flabby areas >.< that I'm working hard (I exercise 6 days a week and at least 1 hour everytime!) to get rid of.

If you're happy with your own body, good for you! *Pats on your back*. I'm not happy (but I'm NOT depressed) with my current err…flabby areas.

So please don’t think that I’m out to seek your pity. I’m not. :D

And those who still think that I should love my body no matter what, I DO love my body. That’s why I’m keeping it fit!

Let’s live and let live alright~

Have a good one! Love ya all~

The One About The Fats

Hey guys!

How’s everyone doing?

Sorry about the lack of updates. Work’s been hectic and I’ve been very tired. But I like having to work hard! Gives me the adrenaline rush. I work best under mild stress. Too much slack and I will slack along.
Anyway, I wonder if anyone is really reading this bloggie of mine. My site monitor shows me heaps of people accessing this very page but no one leaves comments. :( Come on! Make me happy! Comment! Click on that lil’ “comment” link at the bottom! Talk to me!
Anyway (that’s my second ‘anyway’ in 3 paragraphs), I went for a free complimentary fitness assessment this morning at the gym I signed up with. They calculated my body fat percentage. And…….. my body fats take up………(please brace yourself for this)………

25.6 freaking percent of my body!

That’s like, one quarter of my body is bubbling/ oozing/ wobbling with fats!!!



Inori. Hates. Fats. *Pouts*



Despite going for aerobics/ kickboxing/ endurance classes as well as doing resistance training for the past TWO MONTHS, I am still fat. :(


Dear all, Inori isn’t happy. Inori is fat.
But that’s okay. I shall take this as a challenge. I shall work even harder to achieve 14-16% of body fats. I shall work out six days a week.
To fats: Burn in hell, fats! You all Burn In Hell! Erm… actually, just burn yourselves off my body. And stay off.

Anyway (that’s three “anyway”s!!), I had this conversation over dinner with Mother Dearest;
Me: I blame you and Daddy for the genes I inherited.

Mom: Like what?

Me: Like big hips, big butt, broad shoulders, fats, myopia, astigmatism, laziness, st…

Mom: EXCUSE ME? Laziness? Young lady, let me tell you one thing, I have never….

Me: …Erm….

Mom: …been lazy, I worked so hard and ever since I was….

Me: ….Errr….

Mom: ….still schooling and I had to……

Me: … Mommy……

Mom: …..do all the housework and when I gave…..

Me: ……………….

Mom: …..birth to you I had to carry you from…….

Me: That’s inherited from Daddy.

Mom: ……..Granny’s place to…… oh… your daddy….. Okay.



I think I’ll never have kids of my own.


Anyway (four!), wish me luck on my journey to losing fats. And those who know me personally, please do not tempt me with fried chicken. Or pasta. Or chicken rice. Or Ma-La seafood noodles. Or fried kuey teow. Or burgers. Or french fries. Or….. you get the drift.



Anyway (five!), goodnight. I am having kickboxing at 9.30am tomorrow morning and I need at least eight hours of sleep. Or else I will be cranky. And tomorrow is gonna be one hell of a hectic day at work for me again.

The One About The Toilet Sign

Sign found in a public toilet in Singapore.

Ok Mommy, whatever you say!

The One About The Dog

Hey you guys! Ok, I promised to write about my pets, so this is the post about my first dog, Benji.

Loooookit his haaappiii face!!!

Since young (I still am young anyway) I’ve always wanted to keep a Collie. Inspired by some Hong Kong drama series whose title I can no longer remember, I wanted a female Collie named Chloe. And Chloe has to be of the color Blue Merle.

I know, someday, I will still get to own a Blue Merle Collie named Chloe.

But I digress…..


Benji is possibly a mix between a Shetland Sheepdog and a Collie. Reason being that he has a face shape and body structure of a Collie, but not as big as one. He was bought as a Shetland though. I’m not complaining!

He was adopted from a very nice couple whose lil’ boy had asthma. I had him when he was about eleven months old.

Benji’s previous name was………………………………………………… *drumrolls*

DAFFY


The only reason I can think of that anyone would name their dog Daffy, is because they have children who love Daffy the Duck.

Anyway, Benji took to his new name pretty well. Then again, he responds to any damn name you call him.
You can even call him “Sissy” (which, incidently, suits him to the TEE), and he would come running to you and shower you with all the doggy love.

I told you he is a sissy!

If there is one thing you should know about Benji, is that he loves everybody in this world. Absolutely. Everybody. Absolutely.

It’s like all the love in the world has squeezed into his teeny (as compared to the world) doggy body. And every pore on his skin is oozing out this love.
In fact, he is SO AFRAID that his love will not be recipocated, that he often plonks himself on peoples’ laps, prompting them to hug him, touch him, caress him, kiss him, etc etc etc.

Point to note: He isn’t exactly a toy breed. And, he is also very furry. So said people usually walk away with fur in their mouth and a broken thigh bone.

Another thing you guys should know about Benji, is the way he expresses himself.

Normally, dogs go woof woof, or bark bark, or arf arf arf! or yip yip yip yippity yip, or roarrrrrr!
Benji, has a different, unique way.
He often goes chirp!Chirrup! Chirp Chirp chirrrrp~!
Yep! He tweets like a canary!
Variations go tweet! Tweety tweet! Cheep cheepcheep!
People, he TOTALLY sounds like a bird!!!!!!! He sounded like these duckling I had when I was little!!! Oh duckli……………………………oh wait, ducks…Daffy……

AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Such enlightenment!

He seldom barks. Only when totally necessary (like 3am in the morning when he sees a bunch of dried flowers hanging near my bookshelves and although it had been there for ages but this is the first time he notices it and he has. to. warn. mommy. by. barking. suddenly. because. hey! Flowers!)

But yeah, Benji’s a great dog to have around. When you need lotsa licks and love. He will be there for you.

He’ll be four years old end of this year. That’s 28 years in dog-years. Time flies.

And oh, he also has a cataract in his right eye.

Both his ears used to be tipped, which is the desirable trait in Collies and Shetlands. But when he had the cataract, his right ear became upright, as if to compensate for his impaired right vision.

After hair-cut

Well, that’s all I have to say about Benji Boy. Since it’s still the year of the dog of the Lunar calendar, let’s Benji wish you a lovely dog year. Whatever’s left of it.

That hat was hand-made by my ingenious Daddy. Who’s the pretty boy now?

The One About Doing Laundry

Hey all!

I was just thinking if you all do housework at some point of your life, sometime?

If you do, which household chore do you loathe the most?

I am usually the one to

  • mop the floor
  • hoover the floor
  • mop the floor again (I have many pets, ok?)
  • scrub the toilets
  • scrub the kitchen tiles
  • mop the floor again again
  • wash the dishes when I see mould or mushrooms sprouting out

I do all of that!

Plus, I also DO THE LAUNDRY!!!!!!!!!!


Inori. Totally. Hates. Doing. Laundry.

Man! That task is SO TEDIOUS! These are the painful steps I have to take to get clean clothes;

  1. Stuff 3 to 4 weeks of smelliness into the machine.
  2. Squeeze everything in.
  3. Bang the door shut.
  4. Open the door.
  5. Take out the cat.
  6. Bang door shut again.
  7. Pour laundry detergent into the….. thingy-that-holds-laundry-detergent.
  8. Fiddle with the knob until the machine gets impatient with me and starts on its own.
  9. Realise that I’ve poured the detergent down the wrong “section” of the thingy-that-holds-laundry-detergent.
  10. Rushes to get more laundry detergent, but
  11. Water has stopped “washing” the detergent down to machine.
  12. Stops machine and re-starts it with detergent in correct department.
  13. Surfs the net, lalala, etc.
  14. Goes to bed.
  15. Few days later, finds no more decent clothing in wardrobe, goes in search of decent clothing around the house.
  16. Finds decent clothing still in machine and has mushrooms and toadstools growing all over them.
  17. Starts machine all over again.
  18. Has no decent clothing to wear for another day.

When the clothes are finally clean, -ish, I have to hang them up to dry.

Why oh why doesn’t Daddy invest in a dryer?

I hate hanging those clothes up because this actually involves my hands going higher than my head.

The only time I would lift my arms higher than my head is when I…

  • do tricep extentions
  • do stretching exercises
  • pull armpit hair

Well, Nad, if you are reading this, you know what to do after we get married?

You’re officially in charge of the laundry department. :D

How ’bout you guys? What household chores do you absolutely hate?

ps: apparently, the machine’s feelings were hurt and it wanted revenge. So when I opened the door to get my clothes this morning, it proceeded to empty the whole tank of water on my feet.

I kid you not.