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Saturday, July 11, 2009

Bon Bon

I was about to blog about this Korean dinner two nights ago, but because I was in such a downward spiral, I thought that I would not have done the whole affair any justice with my extremely depressing words.

So now that I am feeling better (after two bouts of retail therapy - man, don't even mention the damage I have done to my cards), I am more than delighted to present some nice piccies from our Solaris Korean din-din, a virginal experience at Bon Ga (personally, I wouldn't go back again if I had a choice hrmmm).




Jojo was so eager to get shot that he reached out for the camera!




And that's me posing with the peeps!

The food:

It wasn't bad at all, and the portions were huge. But hey, finding a bug in the salad, a strand of hair in Soso's dish, and then an ant in the spicy codfish soup... ERRR...


Lucky guy is going back to Londres!



This was so simple and yet good - as approved by Jojo too!

And of course, the customary I-LOVE-MY-FOOD piccas! =P




HAHA! Trust me, he was more than ready for that pose. I didn't make him do it!
Oh and this too. A nice denoument indeed.


It was great hanging out with the DISH-ers. I feel so overwhelmed sometimes that I recluse myself a little too much, thinking I could recoup some energy by adding a little bit more to the 4-hour sleeps I get on the weekdays. But I think it is good sometimes too to go out and meet people. For me, to be frank, it takes a lot of effort to not cancel at the last minute, to actually get excited about going out etc these days, and that's really not how it should be.

I am young, and free, and yet I am locking myself up. Why?

At times like these, at least, back then, there were people to really push me out of the door, and then in the end I would look back and think, hey, thank God they did that, because otherwise I wouldn't have met such amazing people or had such wondrous experiences.

But nowadays, I am always alone, so used to being alone, and the only way they could hear from me is through the phone or the Internet. What power could they wield over me with such meagre communication?

It's scary, thinking that it is all down to myself.

I have to kick myself in the butt. And that's not easy. Not easy at all.

God's punishment

Recent mental breakdowns have not been the healthiest experiences, but I think they have been a long time coming, so I let them come.

The right side of my car swept against the creepy-crawly hands of the roadside plants. I almost ran into an accident with greeneries.

Tears streamed down my face, and then tears came with shortness of breath, with blurring vision, with the melting of caked make-up.

It is God's punishment. It is self-blame. It is the accumulation of what I had chosen to forsake when they were clearly most endearing, most precious, most hard to come by. I had chosen to throw them all away, and now I am bearing the onerous soul of one who no longer sees the point of living.

Running, cycling, stepping, and walking - they no longer are charged with energy because there is no end, no goal, no purpose.

The room can only get so small, could only fit so much of me. I am parceling myself into one tiny box. A tea box. How dainty, how quaint the name.

I want to ship myself off from this coast and see the world. I want to live on that island where I see that everything will be just as I have wanted life to be at twenty-three.

Where is that book? Where is that awesome job? Where is that swagger down Bond Street? Where is that crossing of the legs in the most lady-like manner at The Ivy in downtown London?

There is a sickness in me that is leaching off the glow, penetrating through my bones, and poisoning my mind. I am sick. I am sick to the stomach, sick to the soul, sick to the very roots of my hair.

I no longer see a point in life, and yet, I am not going to jump off the cliff.

This is the most torturous for the heart and mind - being stuck in the middle of nowhere.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

How to paint a dead livelihood

Driving down the highway, I had a sudden revelation, and it was not a pretty one:

What am I living for exactly?

It was a moment when I thought that there really is nothing in life for me now to follow up, to hanker after - to look forward to. It is all the same - figures to be filled into the blanks, sales to haggle after, and then it is home and sleep. Even food seems tasteless these days. There are no cravings for anything whatsoever.

This could be a temporary bleep. Could be a permanent scar.

Received this in my FB inbox today. Made me cry.

I'm so glad u replied, this at least telling me I was not alone. U see, I think u could still remember how chubby I got myself into during first year univ. By the end of second year I promise myself and made a change. That was when I started cutting huge amount calorie intake. I took 900 calories per day. And keep evening meals to minimum. Breakfast and lunch were still normal, but nothing much for evening meal. My skin started to be less 'glowy', pale and dull looking. Boobs definitely gone flat. I feel weak and cold most of the times. Denying I was getting myself into anorexic phase, I kept telling myself I was just eating healthyly by avoiding all oily food and dinner. It was my mum who made me realise what had gone wrong with my body. I went back home for holiday this January. It was a huge 'wake-up' call for me. She made me realise that my body is practically only skin and bones, no more sexyness there. No women figure. In fact I looked like a 9 years old who hasn't gone to puberty stage whatsoever. I looked back at my old pictures when I was in normal weight. I looked much healthier and much more 'hok siong' (got wot I mean?)

After 5 months fighting this eating disorder, I have now put on 5 kg steadily. It is not easy task. I have to say, my body can easily gain weight. But what I want (I'm sure u have the same opinion too) we want a nice figure, but not goung back to 'too fat' stage. See my newest facebook picture, I believe I still look fine even with the 5 kg I put on. In fact, my skin looks much better, more noticably, my eye bag's not dark anymore. I have my confidence back. I am proud to be in this shape. I am now in cup B. Lost my cup C but I am happy with B, much better than A or even AA.

As I said, for us, putting on weight can be a very fearful experience. And it is very easy to go back to old habits, u will avoid all food again. If not trying to puke them out and feeling extremely guilty after 'slightly bigger' portion u had. True? I'm sure u agree.

Anyway, as I said, yes, we actually noe, the reason we chose wholemeal, well, because we know it's healthy, it smells good and hmm it stays in our tummy longer, so that should keep starvation not as long. Fruits and veg, well we know they Tend to have zero fat. Yogurt, well, because we can eat them guilt free, zero fat, taste nice, the sugar is a natural sugar (lactose= sugar from milk), that is good, and keep convincing ourselves that it is 'healthy' food. When was the last time u had ice cream WITHOUT honestly feeling not guilty?? Well my last one was last week, awesome feeling. I enjoyed it.

Sometimes people here don't understand how we feel.We also want to enjoy our food, we also want to fight the fear of food. But most importantly, we also don't want to go back to become 'bridget jones'. So... Get urself ice cream! Eat only half of it! If u scared to put weight on, well that is becuase the ice cream here is very big portion.

Remember, don't worry about puking it out. U much rather eat small portion of it, then feeling super guilty after it, and the urge to puke it out. I'm not denying, and not proud with my old self either! When was ur last starbucks cheesecake?? I had it last Saturday, nearly in tears. I still fear to eat the while thing. but I had a quarter. Happy enough that I dare to eat it instead of refusing it. See my facebook picture!! :) Li ying, I wish u were here, then we can gone mad sharing dessert. Other people don't understand why we need to share! I'm sure u do. We love dessert, but scared to put on weight! This is a super long email, I think it can be published as one chapter for a novel already. Anyway, I'm only open up to u, because I feel u can understand me better. I have not told anyone. I didn't even tell my mum the full story and the strict food regime I had. She thought I just lost weight because of over dietting, but I noe I went more than that. None of my frens noe about this. I hope u can keep it between us.

Ps: I have put on 5kg for this past 5 months, but do u now wot? Not many of my frens even realise that!! Haha so this while I was fearing for nothing. Most comment I received was that my skin colour has become better, not many realise that I put weight on! A lot of people say I somehow look better, but not sure where from. I personally noe! It's because my eye bags gone and obviously a more filled boobs and happier mood too! Trust me, apparently being fussy about food can affect ur mood! Initially I didn't believe it. But now that I can feel it. I noe! plus most of the time our mind was too occupied with the fear and worry about putting on weight or binge eating and puke. I have had enough of those! I dunno whether u r now totally bored with my bla3x. As most possibly some people open up to u as well? No? Am I the first? Anyhow, I'm actually at work, but really keen to hear ur reply! Xxx

A long lost friend. An acquaintance. And yet, a soul-mate, a comrade.

It has been such a day.

But it is funny, how mum said in response to my lamenting: "I know why you're feeling this way."

"Why?"

"You haven't been shopping lately, have you?"

-_-"

Monday, July 06, 2009

Crossing parallel lines

I have been rather thick-skinned lately, so here is a further reaffirmation of my whopping hard hide:





Another testament to How to Recycle your Clothes. =)


Today was F's birthday, so what remained of the team (one has left, and another was on leave after her wedding yesterday) went out to celebrate with a meal at Pasta Zanmai. I was feeling rather full already with a yasai miso soup, but the others got themselves some massive lunches.




HM's unagi deal.

Pasta Zanmai's fusion food. Pasta and some meat I guess. It smelled really good despite its comparatively bland presentation!

Birthday girl F.

And of course, yours truly.

Boss.

I was particularly fascinated by the way she cut this up bit by bit. Now I wonder if she was weirded out by how I was watching her! Haha!


Then the cake came! Cake du jour: strawberry whipped cream!


The compulsory shot with the cake and birthday girl.


A smile and a wish. She is really the happiest and coolest, most level-headed person I have ever made. I swear she never buckles under pressure - well, most of the time anyway. Hehs. =)

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Don't laugh

I am a troubled child who uses work as a form of escapism.

Why does it still remind me so, all these things glinting under the night sky, of Him?

The white tents, the glowing fires, the clasped hands? I am supposed to be over Him, I think I am, but sadly so, I am not over those memories, the sensation of being loved and loving Him back, of being pampered and protected, of being savoured, each and every inch of me adored and appreciated. When there was Him, every shopping excursion was a lookout for something He might like, something He might find useful, so on and so forth.

But now I shop for no one but myself, and there is no reason anymore to buy designer kitchenwares or blue towels.

Everthing invoked flashes of Him - from the jazzy crooner to the Avant-Garde designer utilities. I wonder if it is the same for him too, or is it just me being overly nostalgic and sentimental?

Tonight I skipped dinner and pounded the lengths of The Curve. I was a solitary figure amongst the many laughing faces, the many dining and wining, the many winsome expressions and Manglish accents.

I went into a deserted Papier, where I bought Him His first present - it was for making it through the first three months. How funny now that I think of it. Then through The Street I whizzed, where someone was singing Jason Mraz's new number.

I wanted to talk to someone. I wanted to dance like there is no tomorrow, right there and then. I wanted to forget, to be blind to it all, to muffle the noise, to see nothing but a better tomorrow.

I am a troubled child because an empty stomach makes me feel in control.

I am in trouble, and I do not think there is anyone out there any longer to save my soul from drowning.

Vagabonds

I know I have always been saying this, over and over again. Trust me, I would be the first to concede how much of a broken record I sound already by now.

Is it just me, though? Do I have high expectations for so many things that in the end I just fall so hard, dejected and disappointed? It seems to be the same whether it applies to my life or people in general.

Or, perhaps, instead of seeing it as high expectations, maybe I am just so susceptible that I believe every word that people say to me?

It is true. When you say you would call me, I truly believe you would.

And before I go on, here is a disclaimer: you in general, not You, although I would not rule that out either, because You are considered as one of the many people in General.

Vagabonds. So many vagabonds who have just passed by without a second glance. I am not trying to blame them here, because I am certain that I have or am a vagabond in some people's lives too. But at least that is better than being considered as a parasite I suppose.

So when you make a promise to me, or even say something with much disregard, do remember that I take things seriously - maybe too seriously - but that is who I am, that is the mould I was made from, that is my mindset, my upbringing, my belief in people's kind-heartedness and sincerity. I contradict myself too when I say I am one of the most cynical people on Earth - I do not trust in hundred percent kindness, and yet, I believe wholeheartedly in all the friends whom I have come to trust and love.

Maybe that is why I prefer distance and shirk from closeness. Maybe from that moment on, when all things were lost, when He turned His back on me, that door has shut too.

That door, that gateway to trust and love in me.

It is so easy to just surf blindly through every day, without knowing where the way would lead you to - in the end.

Friday, July 03, 2009

Skins

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3N5-uoVHYs4

Take a look at the link if you care for how (not) eating can be all about tactics and skills.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Gulliver's travel

Why is it that I am so gullible?

Why do I get deceived often? Why am I so trusting?

And there I was thinking I have become more cynical, more street-smart.

It rained today. Hard.

Being in Mid Valley City made me think of the Chinese term for this place. Gu Cheng.

It always rains harder in the nadir of the lands.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Highs and lows

One perk of my job:


Freebies! =)
Lancaster - a brand that has not worked too well here, but has a major space in Harvey Nicks back in the UK.
Two people left the company today. I have already lost track of the number of people who have decided to walk. In times like these, I don't feel too good about anything, most of all, myself.
I was quizzed today about some figures, and I totally blanked out.
I really hate myself for being so terrible at numbers.

Monday, June 29, 2009

More on Small Moments

Shimmy over here for more on KENZO:

http://www.tonguechic.com/articles/1666-Kenzo-Introduces-New-Concept-Corner

And yes, I was style-stalked! =P