A good mantra to start on the eve of the 2nd month of 2009. The running figure brings a big smile today.
And it reminds me that I have to start exercising. The nature walk tomorrow @ Pulau Ubin is a start.
Exercising is taking on a new priority after having a barely 19 year old boy gave up a seat to me on the train. I’m really not betting on that he was gentlemanly (oops, there’s that negativity that I’m trying to rid of).
Credits: Double Takes
fashionable bunnies on print…
This will be really nice for a hike around a new city
This is such a fashionable twist to the “brown-bag lunch”.
Credits: Fifi Lapin’s blog
Barely a month into the new year, it seems that the friends whom I can pour my guts out to are all making plans to either leave Singapore (in the next few months) or are continuing to stay in foreign shores (and not returning in the next few years).
Perhaps at the end of the day, the meeting of minds, of true friendship is never ever about physical distance, but really about making the effort. And maybe the idea of physical separation does make it easier (sometimes) for innermost thoughts to be shared.
So my dearest friends, drop a line, once in a while, or ever so often, to say Hello. And I will do the same.
If there’s one thing I realised this New Year. It is that I am getting old.
I can’t do with 6 hours of sleep anymore, after a night of hanging out (and hanging out, I meant just sitting around and chatting, not out exerting physical demands on my body, like dancing). I need a good at least 8-9 hours of sleep to look *barely* human.
Now, I wonder how I am going to survive the next actual partying (read: dancing) at Zouk’s Mambo (yes, I am relieving my youth), when I have to work the next day.
Maybe I should set myself a curfew. Irony hits. The last time I had a curfew, I did not need that much sleep.
I read that if you don’t have sex for a year, you can actually become “revirginized” (SATC)
I wonder if that applies to clothes (i.e. clothes that you have not worn for a year automatically becomes new).
I had thought of adopting this philosophy for New Year this year, since I haven’t bought any new clothes for the season (surprising, even to myself).
The mother insisted that I have to wear something in the color of YELLOW this year from some fengshui magazine that she read (and this she told me the day before the New Year’s Eve, where all shops are likely to be closed).
I wonder whether I have something in yellow that I haven’t worn in a year, I think not. Now, even my attempts at saving money is failing. Boo hoo. 😦
So I finally have a pair of skinny jeans. No, not the ones that you see girls wearing everywhere with the teeny skinny legs.
Skinny jeans as in the Sex and the City’s Miranda pair where every woman keeps a pair to remind themselves that they were once skinner than they are now.
In my attempt to unpack the 70kg worth of stuff that I have shipped home, I tried on the pair I brought to Sydney which fitted me perfectly a year back and which I can’t even manage to zip up now. Huff Puff, no use sucking in that stomach. It’s there. It’s not growing any flatter, nor any smaller.
Funny though how I have always wanted to put on some weight and when it happens, I get a little flabbergasted (pun not intended). But I think I’m embracing my curves more these days and giving them a good pat every now and then and I am evidently still not cutting down on my foodie adventures. I will just walk it off, I tell myself. 🙂
Still, I am keeping that pair of jeans. I will probably try it on once in a while and then I may perhaps proceed to finally face up to dieting if the jeans don’t make it pass my knees.