You Can’t Even THINK About Food… May 16, 2011

Haven’t been blogging much though I wanted to because I’ve gotten gastric again! I know, it’s so funny when someone who eats as much as I do gets gastric. You always feel weird when you hear someone fat gets gastric. It’s like, how can you get gastric woman? Don’t fat people eat all the freaking time? Isn’t gastric a condition from NOT eating? Wtf? Ya crazy ass sonofagun…

In fact, Sifoo Wong once told me that I should be nicknamed “goldfish” because my mouth was constantly opening and closing like a goldfish… eating.

So, actually, I have been trying to lose weight by not eating, though to tell you the truth, it’s not like it was very drastic (IMHO). It just turned out so bad because I’ve had a really bad condition last year, and after getting gastric just once, it’s very easy to get it again. After my horrible gastric back in March ’10, I swore that I would never ever be made to feel fat again, and that eating is a joy that we should relish in. Because when you CAN’T eat, when you are puking out every morsel of food that is going in, you really wish that you can be FAT and pig out on everything. (Of course, I’m going to extremes here – just because you are not thin doesn’t make you FAT instantly, but I’m just ranting here. Do forgive…)

Anyway, in a moment of low self-esteem, having sat at a table filled with a bevy of slim beauties, I was filled with self-doubt again. Of course I won’t starve myself, but I would definitely start watching what I eat. I started skipping dinners, but I would still have a protein shake. Then I decided that even a protein shake contains unnecessary calories, so I skipped that too. On the day I got hit with gastric again, I had my usual cereal / muesli breakfast, a lunch of vegetables and sorts, no dinner… and then I went for a dance class. =) Off topic, but the dance class was really good… because we got a taster of Sh’bam! I loveee Sh’bam. It reminds me a bit of dance mania / funky line… it’s less about technique (though the moves are still very nicely choreographed) and more about shaking your booty. I was really looking forward to trying more Sh’bam in TF…

At night, I started getting a sharp pain on the left side of my abdomen. I should’ve helped myself to some fruit or my usual protein shake, right? Instead, I told myself that it was probably some sore abs that I was having WTF. And I felt semi proud of myself for being able to withstand not eating. Like, “Good, you’re finally getting a grip over yourself and not stuffing your face full of indomie in the middle of the night anymore!” Plus, at the same time I was researching on good places to eat in HK (for my upcoming trip!). I felt really strong cos it was like I had super will power… already darn hungry and could STILL stand the hunger pangs, despite looking at food photos from 3 star Michelin restaurants (unlikely to go, but one can dream?) and “the best” wantan noodles in HK (likely to go… ;P). Later, found out that even LOOKING / THINKING of food really does increase the gastric secretions… so way to go Leech… way to go. -___-

I tahan-ed the pain until the next morning, though I woke up in the middle of the night with the hunger pangs gnawing at me (this time couldn’t deny that it was hunger pangs and that it was not due to numerous sit-ups) and telling myself, “Don’t worry, don’t worry… we will have extra serving of oatmeal and muesli tomorrow morning ok?” I should’ve known it was serious… usually I sleep peacefully til morning… I won’t wake up in the middle of the night, unless really emotionally disturbed or something. -__-

Anyway, the next day, as I was going to work the next day… feeling quite screwed up. And then as I was driving to work… I realised that I didn’t have my Touch N Go card! I searched thru the two “secret compartments” that I have and it was nowhere to be found. I stopped by a petrol station to search my car more carefully, but since I was also doubled up in pain, it was a pretty quick search. At first I felt so vulnerable… to think that someone broke into my car to take my TNG. But after mulling over it, it is plausible but unlikely. The feller didn’t take ANYTHING else at all in my car. It is more likely that I dropped the bloody thing, as much as it pains me to admit. The even more painful part is that I had JUST topped up my balance there. Whoever got my car is RM190 richer… -___- And you know what, previously whenever I topped up, I would tell myself NOT to top up in amounts of RM200, but a lower amount. But that day at the ATM, I was feeling tired of driving OUT of my way to top up the card everytime, and I told myself not to be so negative. That if you keep thinking that you will lose your card, therefore, you want to have a low balance… then it’s gonna happen. Now look where that positive thinking shit brought me. -___-

I tell you, the woe of being back in the cash lane is almost as painful as my tummyaches. Almost. I can still remember how when we were driving in Penang, Tron would say, “Wow! Check out the cash lanes… I feel so SMART for using SMARTtag…” and I would say, “at least buy the TNG card la.. why suffer?” And now I’m back in the freaking cash lane!! Why have I not bought a new TNG card? Cos honestly, I’m still trying to find it. I did try to cancel the card though. But turns out I never registered the thing, so I couldn’t cancel it. I was sooooo emo on Thursday. :`(

When I finally saw the doctor (had to admit there was something REALLY wrong when the pains did not dissipate after extra helping of oats and Nestum), the doctor said that I was SO suffering from gastric and she asked me if I worked so hard that I forgot to eat. It’s kinda shameful to admit that in fact I had the time to eat but I chose not to.

Anyway, to cut a long story short… I’m now back on regular meals, shame-faced that I have to learn a painful lesson twice. Actually, I’m just really thankful that this round wasn’t as bad as the gastric of March 2010. Mainly because I didn’t vomit, whereas last time I vomited for almost every meal I took… til my mom had to specially make porridge for me. Right now, I can still eat (almost) whatever I want. The most lei pou thing I ate (even though I have gastric) was the McDonalds coca-cola glass set… just so I could get a glass… lol.

Actually, by Friday… I thought I was ok already. So I went out with Tron as usual. Ended up feeling so drowsy and listless, and even though I was sick, he took me out to Rakuzen to eat, that dear boy. Of course, I wound up unable to finish my udon and insisting to him that we had to go back STAT. He some more tried to send me to SJMC because I was doubled-up in pain! Sigh… then he scolded me for putting him in an “emergency situation”.

Me : “What emergency situation! What’s the worse that could’ve happened!”
Him : “What if you had fainted right there… or terberak.” (shat yourself wtf)
Me : “Then you just walk away and pretend you donno me la.”
Him : “Yeah! I will definitely walk away and pretend donno you!”

Then we both started laughing madly… of course, when laughing, I felt like vomitting even more.

So that’s pretty much my bad week for me… though it was only the last two work days of the week. Seriously, time seems to CRAWWWWWLLL by when you’re sick. It seemed so long ago since I did *this* or did *that*. And when you’re down in the dumps, it’s so easy to slip further down the dumps… sigh… hope I get well ASAP. I haven’t even gotten to go to the gym ever since. Missing my fave Monday combat classes makes this all even more NOT worthwhile…

I Down 1 Day, U Down 2 Weeks… *sigh* April 30, 2010

Wah, dunno why I’m falling sick so often during this Tiger year. I’m now down with sore throat, a throbbing head and a running nose. Yesterday, I “wrapped” half a tissue box worth of “wantan”. Wanted to see the doctor yesterday itself, but the feller went for a 40 minute dinner and didn’t have a relief. Went this morning (went to work late) and got a sackful of medicine. Could’ve gotten MC, but our work in the office so hardcore pressure that I didn’t dare. =\ Besides, I don’t want to work weekends, so I might as well work late or work as much as possible during the workdays.

Please remind me… I NEED TO WAKE UP EARLY AND STOP COMING IN TO WORK LATE!!! I don’t know why, even when I get personal wakey calls, I still go back to sleep after the human alarm clock has gone off. There’s not enough hours in the day to do everything that I want to do.

I’m supposed to meet Ben and Miss Michy tonight, but once I take my meds, I’m going to be knocked out. I have been KO-ing all over my table and the toilet today. -___- So humiliating yo. I’m sorry Ben, the one day you are in KL and my body’s immune system gives up. It’s a combination of hanging around sick people and probably the body is not in a good state after the marathon. The bitter part about this is that the aches in my legs are totally gone, which means a down time of only 2.5 days. But I can’t go to the gym when I’ve got this sore throat and flu. Gahhh!

{no time to update, so writing this on Thursday now}

Just went to LHDN during lunchtime to settle my income tax stuff. Last year, the government said that only 40% of Malaysians who are taxable actually paid their tax. Makes me wonder, why bother? Anyway, I filled in my taxes wrongly, and I owe them money when I actually don’t, gah! I suspect that I paid extra last year too. Gosh… anyway, better for me to not owe them and them to not owe me anything either. At the LHDN office, there were sooooo many cheong hei and computer illiterate people. Why did Raymond and I have to go to the office to do our taxes? Cos the e-Filing system actually blocked our passwords and we had to reset it. =\ I don’t know whyyyyyy it would be blocked because my password question / answer thing canNOT be wrong. It’s like, there’s only one correct answer and no way I can get it wrong lah!

HUGEEEE SIGH.

I have to tell you about two AMAZING discoveries recently, hehe. Make-up related, so the boys can just shoo off somewhere else. One is Hazeline Snow moisturising cream, and the other is Boot’s Lust lipgloss. This Hazeline Snow thing is like about RM5, but it’s the BEST moisturising cream that I’ve ever used. Before this, I was using something from Boots that costs about RM99 (normal price, but I bought it during a two for one sale ‘just to try’). This one smells soooo good and it absorbs soooo quickly that I, someone who really doesn’t like to put moisturiser on my face, has been drowning my skin in it day and night. And I bring it to work to pat on whenever I like. It really helps! Love it. Am a total convert and can see why this brand has such lasting power.

As for Boot’s Lust lippy, nothing much to say about it except that it’s a deep RED in color and I’m usually a coral / pink lip person. Found out recently that I quite like (and can pull off?) the deep red color too. In fact, I’m starting to like deep red lips much more than coral ones. =D

My daily “regime” before I sleep goes longer and longer the more I scour pharmacies for new stuff to try. There’s always more masks to nourish, deep cleanse, smoothen and perform various small miracles on your face. There’s always serums to inject into your hair to make it more lustrous. There’s always new products to slather onto your skin. Everytime my friend asks me what I’m doing up so late, I’ll say, “Busy ‘pou‘ my looks.” (Pou = preserve). And he’ll say, “Huh? Pou so much for who?”
For myself lah!! After all, I’ll be the one looking at myself the most (in the mirror) and I don’t want to vomit blood seeing the reflection. Hohoho. =p

Talking about colleagues who have been married and all that, I realise that it’s very difficult for me, in my position, to be the “superwoman” kind of wife who can work in a senior position and bring home $$$$, cook dinner every night for the hubby, clean the house, bring up the kids, etc. Even when I cook for myself, I often feel that the time spent cooking does not equate to the satisfaction of the food outcome. For example, there was once I prepared jambalaya… it took me about 2.5 hours to complete cooking the entire dish, and then there’s just like two portions of it which can be finished within half an hour. Total time to eat + cook = 3 hours which could be spent doing something else.

Maybe you could say… prepare something simpler, but even then you really have to plan ahead, like chop all your ingredients and marinate stuff daysss in advance. And say you come home from work early, like 6:30pm reach home, cook til 7:30pm, eat til 8:00pm. Shower til 8:30pm. You have to do laundry, that’s like one and a half hours (that’s washing, ironing and folding). You then have to prepare stuff for NEXT day’s meal. Til 10:30pm. I didn’t even include other things you could do with your life, like going to the gym to exercise. Haven’t even included things like cleaning the house. Reading books or magazines. Reading or updating blogs online. And what if you had to bring home work from the office? And this is for someone who reaches home by 6:30pm. The only way I can do that is if I leave work on the dot (5:45pm) and usually I leave work at only 7:30pm. Not even including stuff like looking after a kid (if there’s one). So in conclusion, I think getting married is very troublesome for women, especially if you have the type of husband who insists on homecooked meals every night, and homebaked goods on the weekends.

Maybe you think I sound bitter because I’m not anywhere near to being married. Really, I’m not. As I told my mom & dad (when they were trying to hint to me that I’m turning into a spinster) – “My genes are too good to not be passed on”. ;p If you are happily married and have a solution on “how to do it all” / “how to have it all”, please do inform me, for I am just a noob. =p

Oh, I just got my palm read by my colleague, See. He and Wong dabble in palm reading, Wong mainly so he can read his fortune / success lines (-__-) and See, to kau girls (so Wong says). See said that I will :
a. live until age 78 (not old enough for me… my grandparents lived til > 80!)
b. will work until age 38 (wahhh!)
c. will resume work, but only social work, from age 40 onwards
d. will marry a rich husband (ah, that explains item b)
e. but will only live in a small house (eh?)
f. you will have only one kid (dunno if boy or girl, but this explains item e)

When Wong read my palm, he said that I would have a successful career and that I’m very single minded, since college days. Haha, actually, that’s the 2nd time someone mentioned that about me when reading my palm. Apparently something like, once you went into the IT industry, you have been single minded-ly pursuing a career in IT without thinking of jumping ship. Which is false, because I did think about doing MANY other things, just that it was just that – THINKING.

Anyway, I don’t mind either See or Wong’s predictions… it’s alllllll good babeh…

Lotsa handphone pics cos I finally managed to connect my phone to my PC again… yahoooo… Bad news is I’m gonna update like 60 photos of my vainglorious self. But never fear, only click on the cut to see more…

The very nice shot of the Hakka yong tao foo I was making… looks nice right! Like so professionally taken and all that jazz…

Been Quite Sick March 22, 2010

I know I haven’t been blogging for a long while… maybe one day I will be brave enough to write out what has been happening of late. But til later, I think it’s safe to just say that I’ve been “walking on sunshine” of late. Blogging is kinda not top of my list of priorities. I don’t really have a lot of free time to blog now, but I don’t want my blog of so many years to end just like this. I will make an effort to write more… promise!

Anyway, 2 weekends ago was the *worst* kinda sick I’ve ever been in a very long time. I was so sick that I couldn’t even move much, and I couldn’t even eat. I kept throwing up and having the most insane bouts of diarrhoea. It’s the kind of diarrhoea where it’s just pure liquid. Sorry to be gross but I kinda want to remember how weak and horrible I felt because it’s only when you do NOT have something (health, energy, stamina) that you realise just how good you were having it before.

So maybe I should start at the beginning, whereby it was a Saturday like any other, except for 2 special events that I had lined up that day. ;P One was going for the Pushmore Open Day in their gym at Merchant Square, and the second one was going for my own company’s founder’s 80th birthday celebration. I woke up pretty early, had my usual “breakfast” whenever I would be going to the gym – just a protein shake – and then was on my way towards Bandar Utama.

[Have to stop here and thank L* for guiding me to Pushmore. ;P It was really sweet of you.]

Arrived at Pushmore, and the place was really great. L* had already forewarned me that it’s a very bare-bones kind of gym, but what I like about it isn’t the equipment or how nicely decorated it is or whatever. I like the instructors there – they really make you feel welcomed, and I like the workout that they gave us. Actually, it was a very simple 5 minutes workout and then a WOD that most of the members tell me is sap sap sui. Basically, in 12 minutes, you’re supposed to do as many rounds as you can of 10 push-ups and 10 medicine ball (5kg for women only). How many rounds you end up doing really is dependent on how well you work with your partner. For example, my partner was very slow on medicine ball, for the 1st round I ended up doing 20 push-ups before she was done! *died* After that, my push-ups were veryyyyy slow.

In the end, we did about 11-12 rounds, which was rather respectable, considering that there was another team which only did 9… and they are of the stronger species (read : male, hahahaha. ). So it was good. Really felt motivated when doing the rounds. It feels good to slam the medicine ball down as well. Macho…. yeah….!

Anita told me that there are photos from that event… but I don’t know where it is. Probably FB since I cannot see it on the site. Doesn’t matter at this juncture because I just want to talk about my sickness.

Anyway, the whole WOD was done in 12 minutes, then there was some light stretching, then it was over. I was really impressed … it was really fun and the instructors are very motivating. I would love to join this gym… but it’s just too darn far. It took me about 45 minutes to drive there that morning cos I don’t know the so-called fast route via the Subang airport route. I know that if you really want something, you will find a way. Well, I suppose I would like to try a few more times before I sign up for realz. I just drove home after the whole workout was over. By this time it was almost 1-something in the afternoon, but you know how it is after you’ve worked out… you somehow have no appetite! So despite just having only a protein shake that morning, I still didn’t eat anything. I went home, packed a bit for my dinner that night, and then I fell asleep for a bit. Cat nap!

Woke up feeling damn hungry, but it was at that odd time between having nothing to eat around the house + not really having the time to do so as I had to start getting ready for the dinner RIGHT AWAY. Raymond was picking me up (despite it being super OUT OF THE WAY for him) because he said that he pitied the idea of me in a nice long dress and driving my 1.3 Proton to the Mines Convention Center. Super unglam, I know. Hahaa.. so this good friend of mine said he would pick me up at 5:45pm and I didn’t want to be such a bitch that I would keep him waiting some MORE.

Took a bath, then was fussing with stuff like plucking eyebrows, make-upping, wearing the dress, doing my hair, etc etc. Yeah it took me 90 minutes to 2 hours to complete EVERYTHING, with all the necessary stuff in my handbag and all that jazz. Super long, but what to do, I am FEMALE, and I was very pleased with the results of my work. In the end, I finished just in time, and Raymond arrived in my house a minute or so right after I was done!

By this time I was effing hungry, and thankfully Raymond had stopped by a bakery earlier in the day and he kindly gave me one chicken curry bun to munch on while he drove to Mines. It was quite a lifesaver, because I was so hungry I was starting to feel faint! Anyway, it was quite jammed when we were going to the convention center.. all caused by fellow XYZ bank staffers turning in to the mall… we arrived at 6:50pm, and the Tan Sri himself was slated to arrive at 7:00pm, so we couldn’t stop by Carl’s Jr for a pre-dinner dinner as we had talked about during the work week.

In the end, it was only 9pm before the first dish was served, and by then I was sooooo weak that the first fishball thingy that I speared with my chopsticks rolled off my dish. It was like I was hungry til I became NOT hungry anymore. Makes sense? Of course not, I don’t get it myself. After the 4 seasons had barely whet our appetites, they then stopped serving food again while awards and speeches were given out. SO annoying. The bigwigs generally know how to keep it short and sweet, but the award presenters kept on waxing lyrical about how great the Tan Sri was … it was 10:30pm before the next dish was served!! For 90 minutes couldn’t eat anything again… so annoying! I was slumped in my chair because I couldn’t sit straight anymore at this point, and my tummy was bloated. Later, the doctor told me that a bloated stomach despite not eating anything is indicative of gastric problems.

Yeah, so there was sharksfin soup, salted chicken, prawns, etc, all after 10:30pm. By then, I didn’t give a damn anymore. I only struggled out of my chair to take photos because hell, I already paid RMxxx for the dress and no way was I going to lay like a dead chicken at my table and not get a few commemorative shots. FYI, I think my dress was fabulous ok. And the pics turned out really nicely, so it was worth it suffering by walking around and using my energy to disturb people for pics and smiling nicely. Of course, when I took MC, there were people who said stuff like, “Huh? She was sick on the night itself? How can it be? Check out her pics on FB, totally looks normal only.” Well, that is the power of LC’s camwhoring. Sick also can look like not sick.

Towards the end of the night (the event slated to end at 2am, but everything was running late, and later we heard it ended around 3:15am!), I was so sick, I vomitted EVERYTHING that I had ever eaten out, and I had the most massive bouts of diarrhoea… I don’t want to gross you out with details, but basically it was shitting out everything that I had drank. Really thank God that Raymond was the one driving because I don’t think I would’ve been able to driven back carefully myself.

On Sunday, I was supposed to go for my god-cousin’s wedding, but I was so sick, I couldn’t move. The whole night was spent either shitting out water or vomitting out food. I was so dehydrated that I remember walking to the kitchen on Sunday morning and I drank a whole mug of water. Within 60 seconds, I was vomitting WATER out into the toilet bowl and feeling so f*cked up. I managed to drive myself to the 24 hour clinic, explained what happened to the doctor, who then said that it was due to me not eating for “so long”, and it was symptoms of gastric. He gave me anti-vomitting pills, some rehydration salts, diarrhoea meds, and then sent me on my way. No MC, so he really made it seem like I was gonna get well by the end of Sunday. If only…

Throughout Sunday, I couldn’t eat ANYTHING. I had mad cravings for orange juice, which is just pure craziness looking back. After all, your stomach is already boiling over with acids, do you want to increase the acidity with orange juice? I downed one carton and one carton went into the toilet bowl. I ate two slices of Toast ‘Ems. They went into the toilet bowl as well. When you keep vomiting everything that you eat, you really have no appetite to eat at all. You’re thinking, “why the hell should I bother?” But your protesting stomach means that your body KNOWS that it needs food. It’s just that it can’t retain it. I really felt so helpless that I could cry, but I couldn’t even muster the energy to cry.

One thing that 99% of people advised me when I was sick was that I should drink 100 plus. I drank nearly 1.5 liters of the  stuff and nearly all of it came out again. Too gassy for me. Later, Julia told me that I should’ve shaken the whole bottle, led it “explode” out all the gas, and then only drink it. Thing is, I even let it sit for a really long time after I had opened it to let the gas out, but it was still so gassy! Some superb staying power there…. anyway, 100 plus doesn’t work for me. I craved for all kinds of weird food while I was sick. But mostly fruits … like honeydews, longans, lychees, mangoes, but especially the honeydew. This craving culminated in me buying an RM11 honeydew from the fruit shop on Tuesday and eating about half of it. But this came much later, when I was almost well already.

As mentioned, on Sunday I couldn’t eat anything. On Monday I called in sick — there was really no two ways about it. I would get up of bed, and then immediately feel like lying down again. I took a shower, and then when I came out, I had no energy to towel off, so I just laid on my bed. -___- I would put on underwear. Then take a nap. Put on a tee. Then take a nap. It took me forever and a half to get dressed, and thankfully by then my dad was home, and he could take me to the clinic. Cos there was no way I could drive myself on Monday. I felt so useless, already so old, but still depending and troubling my parents at times like these. I was so tired that when my dad took a while to get the car ready to take me to the clinic, I just squatted outside the house like a beggar. My dad … my old dad, older than 60 years old actually asked me if I needed him to carry me to the car. -___- My dad.. with back problems. I felt so useless, but managed to muster some strength to drag my carcass into the passenger seat. Once I arrived at the clinic, I laid down again on the wooden benches. Usually I’m super anal clean freak who would not do that because of the kids who could be climbing up and down the benches, but by then I couldn’t give a rat’s arse what anyone thought. And the clinic was sooooo busy that day, it was like I was waiting for an hour, and at each moment I felt pieces of my stomach were melting away with the acids…

This time, the doctor (a different one) said that my illness was caused by food poisoning, not gastric. Either way, it bemuses me that neither doctor gave me anything for gastric. This time, got more anti-vomitting pills, some charcoal pills, and MC! Which was what I was looking for. TWO DAYS MC. But in the end it was not enough, and I took emergency leave on Wednesday as well because I was still a sick shit. Seriously, Monday was a “breakthru” in the sense that I managed to keep down a bowl of oats and porridge at night. But that’s all I ate for an entire day. On Tuesday, my mom was sweet and made Milo with no sugar for me. Oops, but there was milk. I vomitted again. Tuesday, managed to keep down some oats and porridge at night again. Really couldn’t eat, man.

On Wednesday, I felt slightly better, but still quite shitty. I mean by Tuesday I didn’t vomit anymore, but I still had diarrhoea mad often. Everything coming out was still liquid, like PURE liquid. Which can’t be very healthy, can it? Anyway, on Wednesday my mom made oats and Milo for me… no milk and no sugar this time! I was sick of oats by this point (strange, because usually I eat oats EVERYDAY for breakfast when I’m working), so after eating that, I tried to eat “normal” stuff. Meaning, I went out to the local kopitiam and tried to eat kai si hor fun. But I only took two mouthfuls and I couldn’t eat anymore. It was like there was something smelly in the hor fun, and I couldn’t bring myself to eat it. So wasted. But the leong cha was like a Godsend. Yeah, when I was sick, I had a penchant for sweet drinks. There was this blackcurrant juice with aloe vera bits that I bought from 7-11 that was AWESOME. I remember trying it before and thinking it was toooooo sweet, but somehow when I was sick, it was perfect. Hehe.

I forgot what I had for lunch, probably nothing much, but for dinner I was eating “normal” food again. Tofu, some meats and chilli brinjal. I know! Chilli brinjal!! It was burning my esophagus, but somehow it did wonders for me. It kick start my digestive system again, and I could pass motion properly by the next day… HAhahahaha….

Anyway, I missed gym A WHOLE FREAKING LOT while I was sick. I always thought of myself as someone with a lot of energy, but when I remember how weak I was during those 4 days, I just cringe…. it’s so shameful. Never again do I want to experience such a thing again. Never again will I feel “too tired” or “too sleepy” to eat. I much rather be fat than to go through that torture again. I BETTER REMEMBER THIS BECAUSE I HAVE A PENCHANT FOR SKIPPING MEALS, ESPECIALLY WHEN I FEEL BLOATED. !!!!!

After the whole thing is over, so many people said that I lost weight so suddenly… well, it’s from not eating. But I don’t recommend it. I had fun putting the weight back on again. I had KFC, I ate cheesy pasta, I ate out at D’Italiane Kitchen, I had desserts at night, so on and so forth. So don’t expect to see a skinny Leech, I had fun trying to make myself normal sized again.

I’ll try to blog more with pics next time. Just wanted to write about this sad point in my life. And you know what? Chinese horoscopes frequently say that people born in my year should worry about problems with the digestive system, and after this episode, I really believe in Chinese horoscopes now! Hahahha! And there was someone really nice in my life who called me up and accompanied me through this particular dark period in my life, so thank you very much. You made my day(s).

Caturday January 26, 2010

This is Leech on the outside :

This is Leech on the inside: