Thursday, June 22, 2017
I won't say I'm overweight, and from the side with my clothes on, I look pretty good. However, the problem lies in where you can't see - that is "love handles" "chicken wings" and "upper thighs". The areas that are hard to tackle.
Plus I'm combating nagging pain in my knees, shoulders and back due to an injury which makes the situation even harder.
All those planking, dumbbell exercises that are supposed to target the areas - just forget them.
I've tried, and ended up further aggravating my pain.
Whinging too much, you say?
Well, I may be middle-aged, but still an woman, so let me dream.
I'm telling you, I've been eating healthy. Less carb, more vitamin and fibre rich diet, and no alcohol. Doing steps, yoga, walking and whatever the exercises I can do without hurting my body, and I just can't get rid of my bloody fat!!!
It's winter now. So you may think it's ok having fat where is covered with clothes. I know. But I can't wear my favourite red dress because I look disproportionally fat with my chicken wings exposed.
Those trainers should really help people like me with arthritis problems to keep our posture.
Don't you agree?
Friday, April 1, 2016
Last time I saw him was pretty traumatic.
It wasn't the hair style I didn’t like; I love his job so much that he is the only one I go to. Seriously.
The story was, about 6 months ago I dyed my hair for the first time in my life, which I used to think I never would until 2 years ago. The only reason I thought I'd try this was the fact I started seeing some grey in my hair.
At that point I only wanted thin strands of hair coloured here and there so I asked him not to colour my entire hair.
I was anxious but also exited.
Like I said in the beginning, it was my first experience, which means I didn't know the colouring procedure, at all.
Halfway through the process I began to get this uneasy feeling that something was going terribly wrong.
He dyed my hair in 2 stages - he actually took strands of my hair and breached them, then next he dyed my entire hair in dark brown. It wasn't too different from my original hair colour so what the big deal, most people would say. Yeah I get it.
But it was a big deal. Hair dye can damage your hair and changes the natural texture of it. I was so shocked to see strands of bright red in my dyed chocolate brown hair.
In most people's eyes it must've looked great. However, it was to me like losing my virginity for the second time - oh, I can still recall how my heart ached, I'm telling you, as fresh as if it happened yesterday.
Coming home, the first thing I did that night was wrapping my entire hair with detox clay to rid of as much chemicals in it as I could, cos either the smell or the chemicals, whichever it was, or maybe it was the combination of both was making me feel queasy.
The clay managed to remove most of the smell, and after detoxifying my hair the red bits looked a bit faded but it at least gave me some emotional relief.
The faint scent of the dye still lingered for the next few days which I didn't likebut I eventually moved on from the initial devastation.
Well, perhaps I wasn't that unhappy about the colour itself but my subconscious sort of went into the denial mode - maybe I'm not as adventurous as I think I am. In the past I fantasised myself getting a small tatt somewhere on less obvious part of my body but I realise now I'm the kind of person who come to regret it. Getting a tattoo is different, it's irreversible.
My new look was extremely popular among my workmates, but I don't think I'll ever colour my hair again.
Sometimes a fantasy is best left as a fantasy.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Antique, that is not too expensive, not in perfect condition,
I placed it on the fireplace alcove in our lounge, and admired it from time to time.
The spotless dry cleaning and laundry store in Melbourne probably changed its name slightly since then, well, I don't know.
In 1969, Australia must have been still pretty "white".
Most migrants were those from Mediterranean nations and Eastern European nations.
But slowly but surely Australia was heading towards multiculturalism.
That's why the idea of a dry cleaner using an English dictionary as a promotional item is so interesting.
Well, it certainly is not the tiniest like Bryce's,
Even the original 1969 Lilliput Dictionary costs only 19 Australian Dollars.
But it is special.
Friday, March 15, 2013
...was the title of the book I was reading last night.
It was about a female FBI agent, Kelda who was obsessed with her vengeance to Thomas Clone, an innocent guy who she, and everyone thought murdered his ex-girlfriend, Ivy Campbell and whom she believed killed her artist friend, Joan Winslet, in Hawaii. He was on death row when Kelda helped him getting released from jail by fabricating an evidence that proved his innocence.
However, Kelda's ultimate motive was not to save the guy, but to make him taste the fear of death that he inflicted on Joan before he killed her. She planned the revenge with Ira, her lover who, as later revealed to be her dead friend's brother. The plan was to give him Fear Lesson, which is to torture Tom Clone to death. The narrative character used in the story was her psychiatrist Dr. Alan Gregory, who wound up consulting the supposed murderer, who in fact was referred to by the FBI agent herself. Through the process of consulting both of them he started to see what was behind the surface.
It was a gripping novel because there was a fair amount of comedy element in the story, such as - the total absurdity of the FBI agent's point of retaliation, the crazy obsession, her rationalisation of her actions.
Kelda's mission of revenge seem to stem from her early experience of her sister being molested by a boy in their neighbourhood. When she witnessed them in their cubby house and what was happening, she pushed the boy off the tree to save her sister, that left the boy brain-damaged and paralysed. But she was too late to prevent her sister from being molested.
When she was still fresh out of FBI academy, she saved the life of a kidnapped little girl called Rosa Alija and the same thing happened. By the time she saved Rosa, she was already molested by the kidnapper who died instantly from Kelda's gunshot. She was furious that the guy died without suffering. And years later, she failed to save the life of her friend.
Her idea of revenge was to make Tom suffer the same fear he supposedly inflicted upon his 'victims'.
Nobody really believed he didn't kill anyone. He spent 13 years in jail for the murder he didn't commit and got further tortured for another murder he wasn't responsible for. Yet his idea of best revenge was to move on and have as normal a life as he could possibly lead. He had had enough misfortune in his life already, a bipolar mother, who in her good mood, was the most fun person to be with yet deserted him when her bad mood kicked in and the ex-girlfriend who he supposedly killed had panic syndrome who pushed him out of the house when she had one of those episodes.
Tom Clone unfortunately had the tendency to be drawn towards women who were eccentric and fun, but crazy, including his infatuation with his tormentor, Kelda Jones. It was that tendency that always led him to one tragedy after another.
In the end, he survived and hopefully he'll be eventually rewarded with the life he always wanted. Just a normal life.
The full of ironies and sarcasm in the novel was what made the book extremely intriguing. It was something refreshing and unpredictable - a very good read indeed.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
This is my first post from my new Xperia Acro S.
After wavering between physical keyboard and android phone for ages I finally decided on this phone.
I've long had this massive phobia towards touch-panel and always thought virtual keyboard was something I'd never get usee to.
However, I managed to overcome it.
I have to admit, touch-panel haw come a long way...
My first impression of my first smart phone was
"big and heavy"
It must have been because I was so used to my extremely reliable, small but old Sony Ericsson Cedar.
Now after using it for a week, I don't think it's that big - indeed, I find the size just right in my tiny hands.
Well, I can definitely hold this phone in one hand.
One thing though, I've found rather disapponting is its short battery life. It was about 4pm today I realised that the battery was running low.
By that time I was using it for Internet surfing for 5 hours at least. So you could say this device maybe isn't ideal for a heavy Internet user or gamer.
But apart from that I haven't encountered any issues at all.
Internet browsing experience is so fast and smooth even when the battery is low.
The keyboard is comfortable to use with all the right word suggestions. Seriously I don't think we need any upgraded interface or processor. This is an amazing phone.
What's most amazing is its pre-installed Japanese keyboard, which is a must-have for me.
In landscape mode, roma-ji input is automatically activated while it's direct input mode in portrait mode.
Swapping between English and Japanese keyboard is super-easy by just flicking bottom left key.
However Xperia Japanese keyboard doesn't offer Swype input.
Default Xperia keyboard is even easier to use if you don't need the bilingual keyboard option.
GPS also works damn well. It quickly pinpoint where you are now, and track you wherever you go...
As for other features like waterproof and dust/shatter proof, are not that important to me. The price of the phone now is about the same as Samsung galaxy SII. The call quality and signal reception are exellent. For about AU$350-400, I think it definitely worths the price.