growing fat and cute-but-not-that-sort-of-cute-cute guys

so much for my attempt at eating just enough, healthily and in moderation.

parent's are away at work/holiday in new york, and as usual, my mom's left a feast in the fridge, and dad's left dessert. mom whipped up the usual lasagne and pizza and stored them in the fridge. and left a list of take out numbers on the buffet hutch. dad's filled the freezer with plenty of chocolate ice cream and frozen yoghurt, the snack basket with salt and vinegar chips and random grub from st michaels. ooh, this is bad and absolutely sinful. i have rotten self control, and tend to indulge myself in whatever yummy's around me. men inclusive. soongfee's mom casually mentioned that i've put on weight the other day. and sean's been mean, and has been making me feel really fat and ugly and like a baby hippo, without saying anything much. the food needs to pile on other places besides my arms, like my non-existance ass.

speaking of ass, i had this frightening dream. i was wheeled into the hospital requiring some operation, i think it was for my appendix or something. so, i was put to sleep. the when i woke up, i realized i was sorta floating above the hospital bed. for a while i thought i was dead, until i my hands trailed all the way down to my tush. and godfuckinghell, i had butt implants. big, no, godfuckinghuge butt implants. so huge that my back couldnt touch the bed. round, perky, big as watermelons butt implants. i panicked, even in my sleep, and argued with the nurse and doctor, that i did not want a butt implant. they told me, the process could not be reversed. hur hur. when i woke up, i immediately groped my ass, just to make sure. and sighed in relief. i may have a flat ass, but i'll never wish for butt implants ever again. or at least, till i forget this dream.

this holiday has been highly satisfying. well, overall anyway! i've spent sufficient time with my lovies. sufficient, but definitely not enough. i've bought sufficient amounts of clothes. again, sufficient. [and gotten tired of them] i've gone to jitterbugs plenty and danced till my butt cramped and feet ached. [nat still owes me a massage] i've eaten enough blobs of hummus. i've taken enough sheesha to make me puke. oh, i already have. i've cried over the silliest of things. i've gotten depressed over nothing. i've rejoiced over single sms's. i've undergone an OC marathon. i've convinced myself that i am chemically unbalanced up there and require immediate professional help. i've gone through mountains of books and thus, nourishing my information starved mind. i've met a lot of new people. i've taken swigs of baileys irish cream for breakfast numerous days. i've attended a salsa party. i've gotten my ipod. i've moved the dumbells and skipping rope up to my room. [its the first step to daily exercising. first steps are the biggest steps. :D] i've had sleepovers. i've danced on the streets at night. i've trekked from arab street to millenia walk, twice. i've played dota. i've had a lot of xiao long bao and mee thai mark. i've seen the cutest but not in the typical singaporean definition of cute, cute guy - he was like the chinese version of superman. not smallville superman, but superman : lois & clarke. remember that gel-ed over black haired guy in rimless specs? ah. cute guy.

the only things i have not done is get a crumpler bag for my flat lappie [haha sean], get the other tattoo done [even though the design's done!], pierce my tongue again [wanted to, but i dont think i want to anymore. my tongue is very precious, for various reasons. like, uhh, eating!], gone cycling and roller blading at east coast, get a new wallet, BUY THIS REALLY COOL PAIR OF YOGA PANTS FROM NIKE, eat ice kachang with tiffee darling. what i will be doing soon [hopefully] is buying the bag, tatt, yoga pants, and ice kachang with tif. and also, signing mom and i up for pilates classes. must must must. once i put down the money, mom'll definitely go. she's very much against the wastage of anything salvagable.

lastly, so many friends are getting attached to the loveliest of people. its awfully sweet, but im having spasms of immense pain at how mushy they all are. heh. im happy for all you sickly sweet love birds. crones like me are satisfied with the shower head and pillow talking. :D