I discovered this great skill to deal with mothers who nag for the sake of nagging for no basis.

Everytime my mom nags at me when I didn’t clean up the kitchen after I bake, I stare at her pointblank and ask her to quote me statistics or the last time she helped me cleaned up.

And the thing is that she can’t. Cause it is all a figment of her imagination and trust me, mothers nag me for the sake of nagging with no basis whatsoever.

So when faced with having to give statistics and evidence on the task she just accused you of not doing, she simply can’t answer and just shut up.

There, problem solved.

Only possible if you are very sure that you did all the tasks that you are supposed to do.

Ok, I am turning into an exercise junkie. I get this high after exercising each time.

Monday: 5km
Tues: 5km
Thurs: 7km

I look at what I have done this month in terms of exercise, and i think the amount of exercise I did in Jan 2008 wins over the whole year of 2007.

All this exercise is supposed to lead to some weight loss right? But that’s the frustrating part about exercise, there’s no weight loss. But I see my body and I see subtle changes. My inner thighs grew more muscular. My arms grew alot more muscular but that’s because of carrying my 4 kg laptop everywhere, esp my left arm, but that’s not the point.

And with no weight loss apparent, did I grow skinner? Remember the zara shorts I bought?
What I didn’t mention was that the shorts were a little tight. I could see my muffin top.

A muffin top? Is that a new sort of food or something? Muffin tops grew more apparent in society with the popularly of low cut clothes. It is basically the bulge that spills out over your pants/skirt.

Quite a ripe muffin

any resemblance to this?

Anyway, I was sporting a huge muffin top when I tried that shorts on. But I told myself I will lose weight. Haha. I know alot of people say they will, but as they are saying so, their hands digs into the 35679445678987th packet of chips. “Oh ya I will lose weight,” in between munchs.

I use to be like that.

After 3 weeks of exercise, I am proud to say my muffin top is gone, and its a slim silhouette.

And you know the happy hormones you get when you exercise, I get alot of that now. So everybody please exercise. I know I will even when I lose to my desired weight. Keeping fit is more important.

On another totally unrelated topic, I went for a job interview. It turned out well but the job agency must now forward my resume to the company, and it depends on how the outcome will be like. It’s not a job I am particularly crazy about, but I think practically won the day when I need to get a job before the US recession hits us.

I watched cloverfield too. Liked the movie and the whole videocam (extreme nausea) thing. But my stomach didn’t quite agree even though the mind liked it.

In the spent of 1.5 hrs, I have distributed my resumes to a few firms in the industry I am interested in. As the clock slowly ticks by, I am once reminded that I am jobless and that I am doomed to grad in 3 month’s time.

It’s not that I don’t have a job waiting for me, but i am looking at the long term impact of my first job. which is why I am more picky and selective.

Operations is paying alot in Singapore, but no thanks as it does not interest me.

sigh.

but my friend’s comment about me last friday at the job fair made me laughed.

“Mrs Lim printed 20 resumes and was just giving them out like free fliers.”

no lor, i was quite selective and didn’t anyhow give.

So far so good, i have at least exercised once a week. But the results are not showing and I can still poke my existing fats.

How to lose 4 kgs in time for CNY? I think it’s quite impossible. It didn’t help that I went on a eating spree recently, starting on Thurs during the gathering with the graduates (miss pooh and peeps) and the undergraduates (miss eloquent and a few others). We went lerk thai and I started gorging on thai tom yam noodles, with spring rolls, soft shell crab (don’t ever order that) and papaya salad. Then out came the chocs and gummybears which we ate more, although our tummy was screaming STOP. And then we went for more dessert at Changing Appetites. I love their brownie mudpie and I think attack the food was the phrase of the day. THe brownies had absolutely no chance against us.

And then on friday, it was KFC day. 2 huge fried chicken thighs, 1 coleslaw, 1 packet of fries downed with coke. Needless to say, the tummy grows. Friday, the jobless few of us went to the job fair. It was quite a waste of time though I gave some resumes out. I was quite cheezed off when i saw educational booths that is trying to drum up some business, beauty and slimming centres there with the tagline that Looking good can get you a job. Right. People are looking for jobs, and you still want to earn our money.

Sat was interview day which didn’t went well. let’s just say that chances of me being an auditor is insanely high.

Sunday, I went to tutor my THai kid after a hiatus of 1.5 years. Ha, and they said I slimmed down already after which was dinner at ikea tampines to celebrate one of the birthdays. It was the first time I stepped into Ikea despite staying exceptionally near. And then the gorging activities of starving meat balls, nuggets, salmon and chicken wings started again. Last time I check, the tummy grew bigger again. The daim cake was exceptionally good.

Its the start of the week again and i am getting school blues once again. Sigh

Remember the guy I was talking about whom I suspect is gay.

I finally got his msn, turns out he went to create an msn account so that he can chat with us Singaporeans. Anyway he’s going to be called my Gummy Bear for short. And i found out disturbingly that Bear is actually a gay slang.

Oh fuckity fuckity fuck. He better not be gay, although my gaydar is almost exploding already.

So when Gummy Bear is online, we will chat once in a while, and it appears that he is applying to NUS to study. Hopefully he gets it, though I think chances are really slim. Then I won’t have to fly to Shanghai to meet him anymore. Haha.

But he’s ultra sweet and we both have this red hearts (or love) background that we share via msn, which he shared with me. Haha. So everytime we talk to each other (which is quite little already ), we will see all the hearts and love, and hopefully it works.

But yesterday Gummy Bear was not online whilst Mo Peng (local slang for pock-marked, aka Mark Lee) his friend whom we got to know quite well was online. So Royal Intern was chatting with him first for quite a while, before I chat.

Mrs Lim: 您好
Mrs Lim: 还好吗
Mo Peng: 喜喜，我跟KX在说你
Mo Peng: 上海下雪了，
Mo Peng: gummy雄在修他的电脑，

Anyway the gist of that conversation was , why did he bring Gummy Bear into the picture when I didn’t even talk about him. It seems as though I want to talk to Mo Peng because of Gummy Bear, which is true in a way. But why blow my cover so early. It’s either gummy bear told him that he thinks I like him, or he likes me. or What???? The guessing is going to kill me. Royal Intern on the other hand is worried that Mo Peng thinks that she likes him, which is absolutely not the case.

She was exclaiming to me over msn ” i hope we didnt come across as 2 desperate housewives”

hahaha. Anyway i am going to exercise today by checking myself into the gym with RI. Given how much I hate to exercise, i am quite pleased with myself these 2 weeks. Of course it helps that i want to shed off some kilos which is why I am making the effort. When I hit my aim before CNY, I will blog a thorough “How to lose weight” blog entry, and maybe wait for slimming centres to endorse me NOT.

If there is anyone capable of raising my blood pressure since I was back from China, I have to give props to my mother. Somehow not seeing me for the past 6 months have given her the insatiable need to unload those 6 months of supply of nagging onto me. Unfortunately, there was no insatiable demand for such nagging.

On a saturday afternoon, within 1 hour of talking to me, she managed to piss me off to new heights. That’s a reason why I do not need to exercise, to get my blood and blood pressure and heartbeat raising. First, she loves to always show me articles which she feels is important to me and which I have totally no regard for, cause I am reading my own papers (which means I don’t want to be disturbed). Today, pat mok saving 5 figures in 2 years was the topic, how she stopped buying branded and moved back to her parents’ home to save money,

Then she saw my laptop which was left marginally minutes ago, and started nagging about the electricity bills. Which was fine too since all old people nagged. But what pissed me off majorly was when she went to her room and shoved the electricity bill in my face when I was reading my papers. (I don’t like to be disturbed by nagging)

Just what the fuck is going on.

Naturally my temper skyrocketed to the top of my HDB ceiling, and I threw the papers back to the original place. I have lost any mood for the papers.

Anymore of such incidents, and I will be planning to move out. Not as a threat but a plea to my sanity. Working at Tuas or Jurong will be a good excuse to shift out.

School is making me perpetually tired all the time. Sucks monkeyballs. After every lesson, I just want to go home and sleep.

I am having the final-year final sem blues, which means you are struggling to finish all the modules and alot of your friends have graduated and hence you are going for class alone, and the too-sian-to-look-for-job problems all mish-mashed together.

Sigh.

But seeing friends after a 6 months hiatus is good. We hugged and chatted like good old friends. Helps that 90% of my friends always say ” You lost weight right”, and the nicer ones saying “You lost alot of weight. OMG!”.

And the funniest friend Mr Snowman?

He gave me the funniest comment.

Mrs Lim: Hi, Snowman!!!! hi Hi hi!!! *waves excitedly*
Mr Snowman: Hi… mrs lim! *talks random stuff about meeting up soon*. Hey, you lost alot of weight ah?
Mrs Lim: yeah i did *beaming like a darlie model*
Mr Snowman: (excitedly) turn around, let me see. turn around.
Mrs Lim : *turns around while giving an embarrassed look*
Mr Snowman: wah, really lost alot leh. You just need to lose abit more then you will be *whistles*

HAHAHA. don’t you find this exchange hilarious? Mr Snowman is really weird but in a good, kind way.

Anyway this exchange was seen by Mr Shit who was with me, which is why I was embarrassed cause we are not really close to each other.

Introduction of Mr Shit: we used to take 2 courses together but then, we don’t know or remember each other. We know each other more when I tookover his position in the Shanghai office. And we added each other on msn, but talked minimally. But it is sufficient during this minimal exchange for him to chide me. For what? Because I kept saying shit during msn conversations. Hence his nick.

Mr Shit: Can you stop saying shit You keep saying them

Walau. Please hor, I not only say shit, I say fuck, cheebye, nabeh, knn and etc. And who the hell complains over the word shit?

SIAO.

Worse thing is that we are project mates for 2 courses. Good luck to him.

Cause he will hear

Mrs Lim: Shit man. Oh fuck, I forgot I can’t say shit. Oh cheebye, I just said shit and fuck. Nabeh Kanina, I just said the whole string of them.

so 2007 has just silently left, and we are ploughing 2008 with lotsa expectations. So now what? we just live another day.

Somehow work has zapped me of energy although the work’s slack. My aunt has been trying to bring me as a partner of a new company. It’s exciting. But do I really want to be my own boss? I will be working from home, and most probably running around Singapore and most probably working 24/7 a day. Will the profits be high enough to lure me from the attractive private sector?

So many questions, and so little answers.

Anyway I have discovered a theory. I was thinking of whether to get that pair of exclusive shorts from zara (Zara having sale), and whether I need somemore clothes, when i decide to get it.

The reason?

Investment in having a bf. You see, guys are visual and superficial creatures and you need to look good to grab their attention (it’s been proven at least for my case). SO that 30 dollars shorts (giving example) goes a long way.

You nab a bf.

The returns are astronomical.

LV Bag $1000 +++
Coach Bag $1000 +++
Expensive dinners $100+++ x N times
Countless movies $7++++ x N times
Taxi fares or petrol $ ++++++++++++++++++++ (petrol and cab fares very expensive now so got more + signs)

so just get that damn shorts or skirt or dress or top, since the returns are going to be way higher.

and that’s how i end up with the zara shorts.

Happy New Year everyone