"Shoulda Coulda Woulda" by Beverly Knight was my favourite song once upon a time. Or maybe it wasn't my favourite song in the sense that I loved it and wanted to listen to it all the time. But it was indeed in my head all the time, becaue it was echoing what I was going through at that point of time in my life then, and all the different choices that I was faced with every single minute of every day during that period.
Well, time passed and today, I've almost forgotten what the song sounds like now. For one, it's dated and nobody would listen to it now. Another thing is, it really is quite a crap song, and nobody worth their salt would even really vouch for it. Even I am embarassed to admit that it suddenly popped into my head as I was re-doing, for the #$^&*#$( millionth time, my damn CV.
While doing, or re-doing my CV is a hateful thing in itself, it's not that which bugs me as much as, well something else. While I would tell Oz that I have a plan for what I want to do next, and I really do have a plan, kind of, it's only honest to admit that I do have doubts about the "plan" sometimes.
For starters, I can't even articulate what the plan is and how do I even go about starting it. It is also the most difficult project that I have embarked on, to date, and I'm not even sure I'm capable of doing it. And as I reflect upon all the impossibilities, I catch myself going, "Damn! Am I sure I want to do this, or should I just abandon ship and catch the next boat that comes along, which looks very much like, ahoy, a yacht!"
And then I catch myself starting to hum "And I wonder wonder wonder what I'm gonna do, cos 'shoulda woulda coulda' are the last words of a fool".
Yes, so although sometimes I am sure of what I want to do (I'm particularly good at pretending to be sure, especially when Oz asks "Are you sure?"), at most other times I think myself a fool.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I seriously hate this!
I seriously hate updating my CV!
As in really really really hating it.
Which reminds me, I owe Ozy my CV.
Which means I need to keep my promise and just do the DAMN THING!
ARGH!
As in really really really hating it.
Which reminds me, I owe Ozy my CV.
Which means I need to keep my promise and just do the DAMN THING!
ARGH!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Ode to Ozymandias
This friendship I have with Ozymandias, if I have to find some way to describe it, I will have to use the analogy of a trip to the zoo.
It's always terribly exciting to go on a trip to the Zoo, no matter how many times you've been there, there's always something you didn't get to see the last time you were there and you want to see this time round. And no matter how many times you've been there, there's always something new to see. There're always new experiences - new sights, sounds, smells, and erh, tastes?
He's also an animal, an animal quite unknown yet to man. More like a menage of a animals rolled into one actually. He's as tall as a giraffe with the head of a dishevelled lion, the wits of a wolf (a nice one), the heart of a nice kitten, the dress sense of a flamingo, the muscles of a gorilla, and the taste-buds of, erh, of an animal who seems to enjoy lots of oatmeal, mushrooms, and tuna, as well as the entertaining-ness of a parrot-chimpanzee act, and me suspects the backside of a red baboon too!
Well, if he's an animal, he would be the reason why I visit the zoo. Heck I'd visit the zoo even if he's the ONLY animal at the zoo, until they start charging entrance fees that is.
It's always terribly exciting to go on a trip to the Zoo, no matter how many times you've been there, there's always something you didn't get to see the last time you were there and you want to see this time round. And no matter how many times you've been there, there's always something new to see. There're always new experiences - new sights, sounds, smells, and erh, tastes?
He's also an animal, an animal quite unknown yet to man. More like a menage of a animals rolled into one actually. He's as tall as a giraffe with the head of a dishevelled lion, the wits of a wolf (a nice one), the heart of a nice kitten, the dress sense of a flamingo, the muscles of a gorilla, and the taste-buds of, erh, of an animal who seems to enjoy lots of oatmeal, mushrooms, and tuna, as well as the entertaining-ness of a parrot-chimpanzee act, and me suspects the backside of a red baboon too!
Well, if he's an animal, he would be the reason why I visit the zoo. Heck I'd visit the zoo even if he's the ONLY animal at the zoo, until they start charging entrance fees that is.
At 2am....
I am feeling so un-sleepy right now, it is not funny!
Will I even be able to fall asleep tonight?
All I am sure of right now is, I will need a helluva pick-me-up to get me bright-eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow.
Damn damn DAMN!
Will I even be able to fall asleep tonight?
All I am sure of right now is, I will need a helluva pick-me-up to get me bright-eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow.
Damn damn DAMN!
Me and my, erh, twelve
Jon and Kate may have their brood of 8, but I have my 12.
My twelve dark chocolatey babies.
Painstakingly conceived and created.
From the looks of it, with my fairness, my mate would have to have been a really dark chocolate-y, erh, person. I'm not sure whether there's even a simple convenient way to describe dark chocolate-y people, so I'll just leave them described as such - dark, chocolate-y people. Just to assure people that I don't mean this in any derogatory manner, let me just describe myself as a milky tea person - not quite brown, more beige-y white.
As you can tell, my attempts at making my food look delicious quite literally suck. I think the muffins would have looked just as "delicious", I really mean, just as unappetising even if they were blue in colour, just like this.
My twelve dark chocolatey babies.
Painstakingly conceived and created.
My babies just out of the oven, cooling on a muffin tray.
My, erh, 11 babies. I ate one, to make sure it was edible.
As you can tell, my attempts at making my food look delicious quite literally suck. I think the muffins would have looked just as "delicious", I really mean, just as unappetising even if they were blue in colour, just like this.
How the picture turned out, after my attempt to make my muffins look nicer, by fiddling with the flash thingey. I'm not sure what I finally did do to the camera.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Oh piss off!
I'm annoyed.
Incredibly annoyed.
At myself.
I'm a bit like that nursery rhyme character who's "very bad" whenever the fancy takes him, or "very very good" when the occasion calls for it. Well, for today, I'm very very bad.
I didn't rip anybody's head off, or gorged on chocolates and ice-cream all day. Nothing of that sort at all. What I can safely say though is that today was a complete waste of time, and I felt like a complete waste of person, whose absence won't be very much felt in the bigger scheme of things.
It is hard though to be continually self-motivated in the absence of salary or a promotion to work towards, the ogre to look over your shoulder, and an omniscient and omnipotent presence that is the CEO, usually stationed and located in another country, pithily inspiring you with his nonsensical townhall messages. It sounds ridiculous I know, but I seem to be missing all that stuff that I used to make fun of before - a salary, an organisational structure, bureaucracy and red-tape. All that stuff, funnily, I've realised made me feel sort of important about myself before, just because I had a budget sheet to hand up or a presentation to present or something similarly important-sounding, and while I don't miss all that, erh, stuff, I do miss feeling important.
Oh don't get me wrong. I do enjoy not working and having my own time to work on my own projects and all that, but the absence of ridiculous and arbitrary timelines, which were very prevalent before, made everything seem, well, "procrastinable" if there's such a word. It's so easy to put things off and say, oh I'll do it tomorrow. There're loads of stuff I could do, lots of great stuff, that I always wanted to do but "never had the time". Well, I have the time now, so why aren't I doing it?
I'm so annoying sometimes. And it bugs me so much, I want to watch TV and forget about annoying me. Which makes it all the more worse of course.
So now I've resorted to ranting online. And I'm wondering how much of that my ardent fans can take, and seriously, I'm even boring myself. "Enough already!"
Damn it, I need a major spanking!
Incredibly annoyed.
At myself.
I'm a bit like that nursery rhyme character who's "very bad" whenever the fancy takes him, or "very very good" when the occasion calls for it. Well, for today, I'm very very bad.
I didn't rip anybody's head off, or gorged on chocolates and ice-cream all day. Nothing of that sort at all. What I can safely say though is that today was a complete waste of time, and I felt like a complete waste of person, whose absence won't be very much felt in the bigger scheme of things.
It is hard though to be continually self-motivated in the absence of salary or a promotion to work towards, the ogre to look over your shoulder, and an omniscient and omnipotent presence that is the CEO, usually stationed and located in another country, pithily inspiring you with his nonsensical townhall messages. It sounds ridiculous I know, but I seem to be missing all that stuff that I used to make fun of before - a salary, an organisational structure, bureaucracy and red-tape. All that stuff, funnily, I've realised made me feel sort of important about myself before, just because I had a budget sheet to hand up or a presentation to present or something similarly important-sounding, and while I don't miss all that, erh, stuff, I do miss feeling important.
Oh don't get me wrong. I do enjoy not working and having my own time to work on my own projects and all that, but the absence of ridiculous and arbitrary timelines, which were very prevalent before, made everything seem, well, "procrastinable" if there's such a word. It's so easy to put things off and say, oh I'll do it tomorrow. There're loads of stuff I could do, lots of great stuff, that I always wanted to do but "never had the time". Well, I have the time now, so why aren't I doing it?
I'm so annoying sometimes. And it bugs me so much, I want to watch TV and forget about annoying me. Which makes it all the more worse of course.
So now I've resorted to ranting online. And I'm wondering how much of that my ardent fans can take, and seriously, I'm even boring myself. "Enough already!"
Damn it, I need a major spanking!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Fine China indeed
For the record, I broke a glass jug and 2 ceramic bowls today.
And I wasn't even trying to juggle them. I, well, just broke them.
I am running out of cutlery.
And I wasn't even trying to juggle them. I, well, just broke them.
I am running out of cutlery.
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Bad food!
THIS, THIS, this is the thing that made me go off my sort-of-vegan diet! My neighbour made extra for me, and I couldn't very well say no, and it would be a sad waste to throw it away. Not that I particularly liked it anyway. Because if it looks quite of dubious, it's because it is! (It's also because of my poor photography skills as well. Looking at it does make me feel sick too.)It was the blandest chicken curry I had ever tasted; instead of coconut milk, my neighbour used Coffee Mate (Yes! The powdered milk stuff that they put in instant coffees!)
All I can say is, what a perfectly good waste of a good healthy appetite.
:(
Fridge-o-meter
Jamie Oliver is about a full head shorter than his fridge. Michael Smith is extremely tall; he's taller than his fridge and a couple of inches short off the top of his door frame. Nigella Lawson is three-quarters the height of her fridge (and almost as broad, a double-door fride mind you!).
My fridge is about a head and a shade taller than me, which makes me about Jamie's height. (Width-wise, I'm half my fridge size, which happens to be a double-door one by the way, which means I'm STILL smaller than Nigella, but it doesn't mean I can start eating like she does.
How tall are you fridge-wise?
My fridge is about a head and a shade taller than me, which makes me about Jamie's height. (Width-wise, I'm half my fridge size, which happens to be a double-door one by the way, which means I'm STILL smaller than Nigella, but it doesn't mean I can start eating like she does.
How tall are you fridge-wise?
Food fad
First it was celery, then it was green, red, yellow and orange peppers.
Now, it's the pumpkin (the green one not the orange one)!
Real tea, from a tea pot!
In my current, well, meatless state, which has resulted in my brain going slight strange, I have gone out and bought myself a tea-pot, and with a milk jar to boot. It's a teeny one which will barely hold 2 cups of tea. I nearly wanted to get myself a sugar bowl as well, but the thought of having to ladle out sugar into the sugar bowl, I changed my mind!So there you have it! A tea pot and a milk jar, for a lady to drink her tea from! A pot of tea anyone?
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
PUI!
I've just found out, that I've been accused of not being nice to some stupid attention-starved overgrown over-sized bimbo.
Just because she has this unreasonable desire to be well-liked and popular, so I have to pretend to be a nice person?
Well, I'm NOT a nice person. She's more than welcome to get lost.
"Oh, my face is stuck in this I-Hate-Your-Guts expression. There's no solution save for plastic surgery."
Just because she has this unreasonable desire to be well-liked and popular, so I have to pretend to be a nice person?
Well, I'm NOT a nice person. She's more than welcome to get lost.
"Oh, my face is stuck in this I-Hate-Your-Guts expression. There's no solution save for plastic surgery."
Sort-of-Vegan Diet Update #1
The Sort-of-Vegan Diet has been going pretty well considering, with one or two lapeses here and there, but nothing very serious. I've been incredibly proud of the way I have managed to abstain from the meat dishes, as long as there are vegetarian or fish alternatives. Only on two occasions have I found myself with no alternatives at all, so I had no choice but to eat what there was. But two mere occasions within a space of almost a week now, hey it's all good!
The only thing I haven't done is to be updating pictures of my food, which is entirely NOT my fault! I tried uploading a picture the other day, but no matter how many times I tried, it just didn't work, and I haven't tried since then. If it still doesn't work the next time I try, then all I can say is, "TOO BAD!". What else do you expect from me?
It is fun vegetable shopping and trying to think of new ways to cook vegetables. All the cooking I'd done previously entailed a meat of some sort most of the time, so this is all quite new. So today, I went supermarket shopping and bought...
The only thing I haven't done is to be updating pictures of my food, which is entirely NOT my fault! I tried uploading a picture the other day, but no matter how many times I tried, it just didn't work, and I haven't tried since then. If it still doesn't work the next time I try, then all I can say is, "TOO BAD!". What else do you expect from me?
It is fun vegetable shopping and trying to think of new ways to cook vegetables. All the cooking I'd done previously entailed a meat of some sort most of the time, so this is all quite new. So today, I went supermarket shopping and bought...
- 2 packages of home-grown organic mushrooms The lady who cooked on the spot made it look so easy. I sure hope I can replicate her methods cos it was quite yummy.
- 1 Japanese pumpkin. Yes you read right. It's ONE WHOLE pumpkin I bought and not just a slice of it. I have to find out new ways of cooking it.
- Japanese Endame beans
- 1 Hawaiian papaya I would have bought more if it was less expensive.
- 4 packs of milk to last me a mere 2 weeks
- 2 ears of sweet corn for me to eat steamed, kernel by kernel. I was eyeing the Japanese ones, but they cost S$8 freaking dollars for ONE EAR!
Well, I just hope the freaking Photo Upload function works pretty soon, or it won't be my fault, you potentially missing all that sexy food porn!
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Why am I so difficult?
I seem to like doing difficult things.
In college, I wrangled with the administration and finally the headmaster to let me take 4 level subjects although it was "discouraged", so people could "focus on getting distinctions for 3 core subjects". It ended up with me having to go for extra classes just so my schedule could fit in that extra course. I didn't get a distinction for it of course, course that "extra" was Physics, and although I liked finding out how things worked, I can't calculate how they work.
In university, I took on extra courses in another faculty, in History and Literature, for the heck of it, even though they didn't give me any extra credits when I graduated. I also took a course which I knew I didn't have the aptitude for, but just so I could stimulate the lacking parts of my brain. I scraped through the course as I knew I would.
When I was working, I stood up for some timid little girl who couldn't stand up for herself, and nearly ended up in a fight with the pervert who was harrassing her. She subsequently withdraw her charges because she was too scared, of course, and I never saw her again after that because she left the company. But then again, I won't be surprised if she continues to draw attention with her "oh please help me" demeanour, and then backing off again because she got more attention than she bargained for.
There are numerous other stories of how I seemed to enjoy making things difficult for myself, and then getting nothing out of it in the process, or even getting into the trouble some of the times, but it hasn't seemed to stop me somehow. I seem to still continue making the decisions to embark on difficult projects.
The next difficult thing I may be doing could be co-working on a project with a certain person whom, to put it mildly, has never been one who is easy to work with, even at the best of times. I do wonder, and wonder often, whether I should even consider something so foolhardy. But at the back of my mind, there seems to be a quiet certainty that I will most probably agree to it, should it start to take off.
And if it does take off, it's going to be a hell of a ride I can assure you.
Somebody tell me why I'm doing this again?
In college, I wrangled with the administration and finally the headmaster to let me take 4 level subjects although it was "discouraged", so people could "focus on getting distinctions for 3 core subjects". It ended up with me having to go for extra classes just so my schedule could fit in that extra course. I didn't get a distinction for it of course, course that "extra" was Physics, and although I liked finding out how things worked, I can't calculate how they work.
In university, I took on extra courses in another faculty, in History and Literature, for the heck of it, even though they didn't give me any extra credits when I graduated. I also took a course which I knew I didn't have the aptitude for, but just so I could stimulate the lacking parts of my brain. I scraped through the course as I knew I would.
When I was working, I stood up for some timid little girl who couldn't stand up for herself, and nearly ended up in a fight with the pervert who was harrassing her. She subsequently withdraw her charges because she was too scared, of course, and I never saw her again after that because she left the company. But then again, I won't be surprised if she continues to draw attention with her "oh please help me" demeanour, and then backing off again because she got more attention than she bargained for.
There are numerous other stories of how I seemed to enjoy making things difficult for myself, and then getting nothing out of it in the process, or even getting into the trouble some of the times, but it hasn't seemed to stop me somehow. I seem to still continue making the decisions to embark on difficult projects.
The next difficult thing I may be doing could be co-working on a project with a certain person whom, to put it mildly, has never been one who is easy to work with, even at the best of times. I do wonder, and wonder often, whether I should even consider something so foolhardy. But at the back of my mind, there seems to be a quiet certainty that I will most probably agree to it, should it start to take off.
And if it does take off, it's going to be a hell of a ride I can assure you.
Somebody tell me why I'm doing this again?
Disclaimer!
NOT that I exactly hate talking to my friends!
Neither are they irritating and sickening and loathsome!
It's just that I just don't feel like talking that's all. Plus everybody's busy and stuff.
Is it old age you think?!
Neither are they irritating and sickening and loathsome!
It's just that I just don't feel like talking that's all. Plus everybody's busy and stuff.
Is it old age you think?!
Friday, July 03, 2009
Green green stuff....
Thursday
- Cabbage soup with carrots, celery, corn and fish balls. I ate the corn kernel by kernel; that was kind of fun.
- Stir-fry green marrow with dried shrimps and carrots
Maybe I should take some pictures next time; otherwise readers will be so bored. Heck, even I'm bored blogging about this!
- Cabbage soup with carrots, celery, corn and fish balls. I ate the corn kernel by kernel; that was kind of fun.
- Stir-fry green marrow with dried shrimps and carrots
Maybe I should take some pictures next time; otherwise readers will be so bored. Heck, even I'm bored blogging about this!
Speechless
I'm in no mood to blog actually. At this point, words have become irritating and sickening to me. I'm even loath to talk to my best friends very much, which is very very VERY strange, considering what a chatterbox I am.
But since I promised updates on my diet, I'll be good and adhere to my promise.
Bah!
But since I promised updates on my diet, I'll be good and adhere to my promise.
Bah!
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Smiley the Centipede!
Smiley the Centipede is very sad, because she is the shortest centipede amongst all her friends; she has only 3,479 pairs of feet. Her friends Whine-y and Complain-A-Lot have a lot of pairs of legs than she has. Although she knows she should be happy for her friends, that they have so many pairs of legs, she is still a bit jealous.
“Why is it that Whine-y and Temper-Temper have more legs than me. It’s not fair. Whine-y is always complaining about things; she complains about school, she complains she doesn’t have enough toys, she complains she doesn’t want to eat vegetables, and yet she's got a whopping 12,984 feet. Temper-Temper is always shouting at people, especially when he doesn’t get what he wants. When he is in a temper, he yells and kicks everybody around him. My ears hurt because of him, and he kicked me too. And he's got as many legs as Whine-y. But what about me? I try to be good and patient, but it doesn't pay.
Smiley was very sad, and for once, become un-smiley.
Still, Smiley the Centipede continued to try to be good, to smile and be patient. Not one word of complaint nor any show of bad temper came out from Smiley's mouth. One morning, when he was putting on his shoes to go to school, he realised that 367 shoes were missing! “Mum! I can’t find my shoes. Did you see them? Can you help me please?”
Mum and Smiley looked everywhere but they couldn’t find the missing shoes. “Why Smiley!”, Mum said, “I believe you’ve grown longer!”. We’ll have to go shoe shopping after school today.
But no matter how many times they went shopping, Smiley still kept having missing shoes every morning. On most days, he went to school with shoeless feet, which felt weird, and his friends laughed at him.
One day, Teacher told the class, “I need somebody to help me put these decorations on the ceiling, who’s the tallest centipede here?” And guess who’s name everybody shouted? “SMILEY!” everybody shouted, “Smiley is the longest centipede in the class.” Lo and behold, it was true, Smiley was the longest centipede, even longer than Whine-y and Temper-Temper. In fact, Temper-Temper had become shorter, because he stamped his feet so much his feet were broken. And Whine-y spent so much time complaining, he didn’t exercise, so his feet became weak and he couldn’t walk.
“Oh wow!”, Smiley thought. "Good things do happen to good people after all. Life is fair."
“Why is it that Whine-y and Temper-Temper have more legs than me. It’s not fair. Whine-y is always complaining about things; she complains about school, she complains she doesn’t have enough toys, she complains she doesn’t want to eat vegetables, and yet she's got a whopping 12,984 feet. Temper-Temper is always shouting at people, especially when he doesn’t get what he wants. When he is in a temper, he yells and kicks everybody around him. My ears hurt because of him, and he kicked me too. And he's got as many legs as Whine-y. But what about me? I try to be good and patient, but it doesn't pay.
Smiley was very sad, and for once, become un-smiley.
Still, Smiley the Centipede continued to try to be good, to smile and be patient. Not one word of complaint nor any show of bad temper came out from Smiley's mouth. One morning, when he was putting on his shoes to go to school, he realised that 367 shoes were missing! “Mum! I can’t find my shoes. Did you see them? Can you help me please?”
Mum and Smiley looked everywhere but they couldn’t find the missing shoes. “Why Smiley!”, Mum said, “I believe you’ve grown longer!”. We’ll have to go shoe shopping after school today.
But no matter how many times they went shopping, Smiley still kept having missing shoes every morning. On most days, he went to school with shoeless feet, which felt weird, and his friends laughed at him.
One day, Teacher told the class, “I need somebody to help me put these decorations on the ceiling, who’s the tallest centipede here?” And guess who’s name everybody shouted? “SMILEY!” everybody shouted, “Smiley is the longest centipede in the class.” Lo and behold, it was true, Smiley was the longest centipede, even longer than Whine-y and Temper-Temper. In fact, Temper-Temper had become shorter, because he stamped his feet so much his feet were broken. And Whine-y spent so much time complaining, he didn’t exercise, so his feet became weak and he couldn’t walk.
“Oh wow!”, Smiley thought. "Good things do happen to good people after all. Life is fair."
THE END
Calling it...
I'm calling it, as in, really calling it...
I've decided to announce this so I'll really get hell from all my ardent fans should I at any point in time renegade on my online promise.
Do I really want to do this, me thinks...Anyway, here goes it.
I have decided to well, not exactly turn vegan, but certainly turn more attention to less meaty side of the food chain from, hmm, let's see, next week onwards? Oh what the heck, let's make it tomorrow.
It's not that I'm exactly the carnivore as in I do eat substantial amounts of the vegetable-y varieties in every meal (except breakfast of course!), but I will have to admit that an absent pig/cow/chicken/duck does make me ostensibly less enthusiastic about my food.
While I'm not exactly turning my back firmly on my friends - pig, cow, goat, etc, it can only serve as a side and not the main dish. And while I have control over what I cook for myself and what I order when I eat out, I have no control over what is cooked when I get invited for dinner, so in such extenuating circumstances, it won't be my fault if I partake gratefully on my above mentioned friends.
But, as much as possible, I shall use mostly vegetables, roots, fruit and herbs in my cooking, and meat only to add flavour and taste or as a granish.
I shall continue to eat, erh, animal-related products like eggs and cheese and stuff, just not the red bloody stuff. And, fish is not included in this exercise!
For three months.
To make everything legit, I shall write a dialy (NO!), weekly or so account of how I fare throughout the period, in my Sort-Of-Vegan diet, and I promise to be very very honest. Just to make sure nobody else has unrealistic expectations of me, let me make it clear that I have very low expectations of myself and expect to fall off the wagon almost ALL THE TIME!
(I'm wondering whether to set a forfeit for myself or am I just mindlessly shooting myself, no, shooting a cannon ball, through my foot.)
Ah well, wish me luck somebody, lots of luck.
I've decided to announce this so I'll really get hell from all my ardent fans should I at any point in time renegade on my online promise.
Do I really want to do this, me thinks...Anyway, here goes it.
I have decided to well, not exactly turn vegan, but certainly turn more attention to less meaty side of the food chain from, hmm, let's see, next week onwards? Oh what the heck, let's make it tomorrow.
It's not that I'm exactly the carnivore as in I do eat substantial amounts of the vegetable-y varieties in every meal (except breakfast of course!), but I will have to admit that an absent pig/cow/chicken/duck does make me ostensibly less enthusiastic about my food.
While I'm not exactly turning my back firmly on my friends - pig, cow, goat, etc, it can only serve as a side and not the main dish. And while I have control over what I cook for myself and what I order when I eat out, I have no control over what is cooked when I get invited for dinner, so in such extenuating circumstances, it won't be my fault if I partake gratefully on my above mentioned friends.
But, as much as possible, I shall use mostly vegetables, roots, fruit and herbs in my cooking, and meat only to add flavour and taste or as a granish.
I shall continue to eat, erh, animal-related products like eggs and cheese and stuff, just not the red bloody stuff. And, fish is not included in this exercise!
For three months.
To make everything legit, I shall write a dialy (NO!), weekly or so account of how I fare throughout the period, in my Sort-Of-Vegan diet, and I promise to be very very honest. Just to make sure nobody else has unrealistic expectations of me, let me make it clear that I have very low expectations of myself and expect to fall off the wagon almost ALL THE TIME!
(I'm wondering whether to set a forfeit for myself or am I just mindlessly shooting myself, no, shooting a cannon ball, through my foot.)
Ah well, wish me luck somebody, lots of luck.
H1N1 Fashion
With the swine flu rampant and a worldwide state of pandemia declared, what is the fashion world's response? For how does one stay trend-setting and the sophisticate while wearing a face mask I ask you? Its greenish hue, at least for the ones I bought, clashes with my zebra print Verge outfit, and making me look, well, green at the same time. (Plus I have no matching eyeshadow in the same shade of green which is a cross between snot green and phelgm yellow.) Its wove mesh material is hardly stuff that bling bling's made of. And needless to say the straps to fasten the mask, it really just messes up my Sex in the City coiffure.
I say, fashion can go to the pigs for all I care.
I say, fashion can go to the pigs for all I care.
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