I really should go on that diet....

I really should go on that diet I keep talking about...

Today, I ate more than three full whole meals.

I ate three oversized meals, and tea as well. I need only supper to complete the whole thing. Anyway, I'm now feeling like a stuffed turkey, so full I can't even breathe properly.

The day started innocuously enough with breakfast. Breakfast is an important meal of the day, and it's only right that I start the day well, with a good hearty breakfast of healthy whatever-you-call-it bread, and milk tea.

Lunch was a long-awaited for group lunch. We'd long prepared for it by making sure we ate nothing to hamper hearty eating during lunch. For the more disciplined, they probably starved a few days in readiness. But I couldn't tahan (Malay for "resist") not eating breakfast you see. (Just to let you folks know, an empty stomach in the morning always makes me grouchy and irritable. So let me eat something before you talk to me!)

So we had Japanese, and lots of it. We over-ordered , as usual! And in honour of the occasion, I managed to persuade the baker to bake us a cake - walnut peppermint no less. It was yummy! (And I was the greedy little pig who had two slices!)

Dinner was a reunion affair with the Hong Clan, but with only half of the clan. I believe the other half were out on assignment somewhere. (What to do.. This is how we suffer, until someone redeems us, or else, our bodies in its entirety, belongs to Niang!) And what happens when Niang's in a really bad mood is, we eat and we eat a lot. Why all that food? All the better to stuff her mouth with you see. We don't want to risk her mouth being empty, and free to form words. When that happens, the words that comes out of her mouth could all jolly well start with "c" - crude, caustic, curses. And we all don't want that do we?

And I was so touched. Because Niang bought me a present, and it was wrapped up nice nice, albeit with ordinary brown wrapping paper and string. It was shaped like a book, it felt like a book, and lo and behold, when I tore open the wrapping, it was a book!

(Did I ever tell anybody I love books? My idea of heaven is to be let loose in a big bookshop with carte blanche - anything and everything I want. My idea of talking dirty is "Read me! Dog-ear me! Flip my pages! Oh, that feels so good!")

And not only a book, it was something that Niang loved very much and wanted for herself very badly. The reason I know she was loath to give it away, was because I think I spotted her smeary thumb-print on the otherwise pristine cover. (If this were CSI, I'll have the case solved in a couple of ticks!)
I guess that's what love is, love is not love until you give it away. The greatest kind of love, is a love that is willing to give up something precious to please someone who is of even greater value.

And tonight, I feel like a million bucks... All thanks to Niang, E and Yumiko...

Not to mention, I feel like a fat little pig. I really should start that diet I've been talking about.