Sunday, 7 August 2016

no spanx for me

Well suffice to say, I havent made my ideal weight.
I am stuck as I havent exercised and that my friends is the key to losing weight when one gets older, diet control can only take you so far.

But I will not be wearing spanx.  I did go buy a pair of super undies and spent an obscene amount on something that I will never wear...  I tried them on and thought, what happens when I want to go pee... it would not have been an attractive sight.

So in my dress at the wedding, I may protrude in some places, but I will be me and I will not be in spanx.  If only I had realised that before I bought those un-returnable undies

anyone want to buy a pair of tried on spanx undies??

Friday, 29 July 2016

I may have to buy spanx

Never say never

I know that saying will always come back and bite me in the ass..
my ever growing ass

why do they put skinny women in spanx?
While I have lost some weight, its not fast enough for me... perils of getting older, the weight takes a whole lot longer to melt away.

I have been good (except for those cocktails, and wine) well ok I have done my best, but its not good enough. So this week I have to step it up a notch and give up those beautiful cocktails if not I will have to go buy a pair of super undies that will hold my love handles around my hips in.

Stay tuned...will I get spanx?

Monday, 11 July 2016

battle with the bulge revisited

So the sons wedding is in about 4 weeks

I bought a dress some time back with the smug confidence that I will be slim and trim for the wedding.  The dress fits but it fits a little bit too snugly and I was sure I could lose 3 kilos, no problem.

Yeah right

I have put weight back on, as usual, the yoyo pendulum has swung in the opposite direction.
So I have to put myself on a diet and exercise plan....
Motivation is zero right now, even the fear of looking fat in the dress hasnt pushed me to get off my ever increasing butt and actually do some walking to get that butt to stop jiggling.
Spanx you say... no thanks i say.  I am one of those people who will not suffer for fashion, I'd rather go get a new (loose) dress than wear spanx.

I set the alarm every night earlier than usual so that I can get out of bed and go for a brisk morning walk...but then at 4 in the morning, I adjust the alarm and dont bother with the walk.

fingers crossed that I actually roll out of bed tomorrow, eager to get into shape and actually get some exercise done.....

I always was an optimist...

Monday, 4 July 2016

my phone died...

It was fine this morning, but when I got to work it just stopped working.

I dont really have the time to go get a new one today so I have no idea what I am going to do as I depend on my phone to wake me up in the morning.
Will I be able to survive without a phone?

I could just go get an alarm clock to wake me up....the way we used to do it.

we are too connected to our phones...... hmm social experiment time?
am sure the bosses at work will freak out if they cant reach me once I am out of the office...

I am sorely tempted to be without a phone just to see what happens.....

Friday, 10 June 2016

Pictures from Mexico

bungy jumping anyone
They look like they belong in a Robert Rodriguez movie...
the glass factory
more pictures on flickr HERE

Viva la Mexico

I am in Los Cabos Mexico for work, yes I feel very lucky that I get to visit an amazing place...but its for work and I dont get to do what I want to do...first world problems I guess 

Sunrise over the sea of Cortez
I would come back here for sure to see more of the country, the people here are friendly and genuinely nice.  They want to talk to you, to find out who you are.  Some of them talked to me straight away in Spanish until i tell them, Habla muy poco Espanol,  and then they ask where i am from.  Its been great.  Mexicans are a great people....

Love Mexico!

Thursday, 2 June 2016

jet lag and excitement?

So it seems I am off to Mexico tomorrow.

Its been really busy in the office, I took over the office manager position as well as being the 'bitch' in the project management department, and there is lots to do.
To add to my work ( somehow bosses just love doing that right..) I was asked if I could accompany the head of the creative dept to Los Cabos for a site inspection.  We are short handed right now and the person in charge of this project cant make it, so they asked if I would help out

Who in their right mind would say no... Even if it means extra work, being stressed out and I know I will end up being behind on all of my own work.

I have a good assistant now, so maybe it wont be so bad when I get back to the office in 9 days..
Its a long flight, Jet lag, running around in Los Cabos, then another long flight back and jet lag..... I am no spring chicken......

God help me, I am an idiot to do this Mexico trip...but I felt the old adrenalin rush and the excitement of old and ....... its Los Cabos!

Saturday, 14 May 2016

sometimes bland is nice

Sometimes bland is nice... I guess its just what we want in life

I craved the excitement far too long and look where its got me... alone at 53 & 3/4
Rathtrevor Beach

Will I embrace the bland and safe.. I dont know, but sometimes its nice.  Just like Canada with its fresh air and open spaces.....
So Canada isnt bland, its serene, like a grand old dame.
New Pics on Flickr

Cathedral Grove

Wednesday, 11 May 2016

could I live in Canada...

Its been interesting here in Canada...Vancouver Island to be exact

So while I have been hanging out with Son no 1, while he goes through blood tests ( last week there were daily blood tests) and just to be with him, we have been traveling a bit to see Victoria ( where he will be getting married in August) and just around where he lives now, Nanaimo.
Downtown Nanaimo

View from Son's balcony
Its a beautiful area, there are mountains, then the sea and beaches and walks... all amazing.  The weather is lovely, although it did go up to 26C during the day.  The people....
Now I am Indian from Singapore and I grew up and lived in a city, a city where diversity rules.  We have all sorts of food and cultures mingling to create this fusion of language and life.

so this little island off Vancouver looks very white to me.  White people, culture and living.  Slower pace of life and everything seems, on the surface, to be nice... passive aggressive almost.

So while I love the open spaces and the weather, I almost find everything else to be a bit, dare I say it....bland...
Nanaimo downtown by the wharf
I never realised I was so used to a fast paced environment with all the diversity that a  multi cultural world class city has to offer.

I am sure in a few years I will change again and probably hanker for the slower pace and actually look forward to a more relaxed way of life....retirement is still a way away for me I guess..
Driving to Victoria, views

Tuesday, 3 May 2016

my baby

So this last couple of weeks have been hard, I got a call from son no 1 and the news wasnt good

He had gone to the ER for his bad back and figured that while he was there maybe they could check out his swollen arm...  they found a blood clot in his left auxiliary vein up to the junction of his jugular.

I freaked, so did he.  I wanted to get on a plane and go straight away to be with him, his fiance was away doing her practicum for her teaching degree, but she flew back the next day, she was equally freaked out.  They put him on blood thinners and the first few days was him going back and forth getting blood tests to set the right dosage for blood thinners.  He has had a few tests to find out why it happened but so far all tests have come up positive so we are no closer to finding out how and why.

His fiance had to go back to finish her practicum so she will be away 3 weeks, and I am here in Canada as I just had to see my baby.

Monday, 25 April 2016

I met pond scum

So I decided to go back online to try to date... After all I knew no other way to meet men...

From experience I knew that the first two weeks online would be all the scum trying to get in touch with me, there are of course the genuine ones but mostly all u get are the predators.  I had one of those very bits of pond scum get a little nasty with me, my mistake was not trusting my gut instinct the first time this particular bit of floating algae contacted me.  The mail I got screamed scammer but did I listen.... No.    I did not go out with him, these scum don't live in the same time zone so meeting them is never on the cards.

I am ashamed to admit but I did give him my number, against better judgement and Simone screaming in my head... But when he called me, trying desperately to imitate an English accent, but failing miserably, and letting his African accent come through, I almost laughed. I cut the conversation short and emailed him not to contact me again, that's when he replied with really nasty words......
If I didn't know before I sure as hell knew then that this man was not who he claimed to be.  I wonder though, how do they get all those family pics of decent looking men to create profiles on dating websites.... Facebook? Instagram.? People secure your Social media please!

I have never had this happen before, the scum seem to be getting bolder, more nasty.
To all scum bags out there, male or female, may the evil you do to others come back and bite you in the arse.
Will I let this deter me from online dating, I don't know yet......

Saturday, 23 April 2016

peering through the lens

when I bought my camera in 2013, i joined the Nikon club, which gave me access to classes that Nikon put together.
I have attended one basic class and this morning I attended a meet and shoot session, where we met at the CBD area of Singapore and went down one of the old streets where one can find all the interesting old shophouses.

I miss taking pics, i forget how much I love it.  I let life get in the way and I miss out on spending time peering through the lens.

more pics on my Flickr page ( son said "what who uses Flickr anyway".... I do son)

the river and view of the fullerton hotel which was our general post office

an Indian temple in the middle of the CBD, this street has also a Mosque and a Chinese Temple

the old and the new in the background

Sunday, 17 April 2016

My boobs are upset with me

My home has always been my sanctuary, where I can be myself, where I can come home after work and relax.  Where I can roam underwear free..

I recently let my sons friend move into the spare room for a few months.  This young man just got divorced and didn't have anywhere to go... So he's here until the end of July.

I figured that it would be improper for me to wander around braless in my tank top and pyjama shorts  with this young man around.   its been an adjustment,
If my boobs weren't attached to me, they would have moved out in a huff...
I am bound and feel all constricted and quite uncomfortable. When I know he isn't around, I let the girls roam free and I feel like singing... Then when he's back, the poor girls are stuffed into the confines of those cups and I swear I can hear them grumbling...

Its been only 2 weeks and I have not got used to having to wear underwear, lets hope it gets better...

Sunday, 10 April 2016

food and drinks and more drinks

There have been a  slew of new restaurants and bars mushrooming all over the island in the last few years.  Each one trying to outdo the other in decor and originality.... the current trend is cocktail bars which brand themselves as speakeasy's , that give off the old 1920'a vibe in the US.  We also have the industrial chic and the mismatched chairs for the 'retro' feel for all the hipsters out there. pretentiousness galore.

patatas bravas

cheese, cod and in the back paella

Singapore has always been an expensive city to have a drink in, alcohol is just very expensive.  we pay heaps of taxes to import that vice, it however, hasn't stopped people drinking.
With these new cocktail bars and restaurants out there, its become even more expensive to have a night out.   We have attracted some of the European chefs and yes even some that have had Michelin stars, which all add up to restaurants and bars charging the earth for their wares.....its no wonder we have the dubious accolade of being the most expensive city to live in... (see here for the report)

I cant afford to go out every weekend for dinner or drinks but once in a while I do, as the competition among the restaurants is pretty stiff and sometimes you can find specials that will attract the bargain hunter.

 Brunch and the free flow of alcohol is always a draw although I end up drinking too much and suffer the next day

creme catalan and an amazing choc dessert
My friends and I tried out a restaurant called FOC, which was opened by a Spanish Chef, Nandu Jubany.  One wonders if he actually ever turned up at the restaurant after opening it... but the name is there and I am sure so is his legacy and food.  No complaints on the food, everything I put into my mouth was something to savour and enjoy.  The company was good, the food was good and so was the free flow of cava..... If only i could remember to not drink so much, I am sure I would have enjoyed myself a bit more..

But then we drink to forget and perhaps later when in bed with the room spinning we drunk text the ex... Methinks I need to stop drinking to the point where I want to drunk text A.. life will be so much easier...

Thursday, 31 March 2016

sweet whisperings

So while I have told A we cant continue our "non relationship" we were still in contact via text, which was a bad idea.

A's modus operandi is to allow me to fester in silence while I contemplate life without him. Then he will send me little messages once in a while, keeping me on my toes, allowing my heart to skip a beat when I see "new message from A" on my phone.
Then he will say sweet things, but what he ultimately wants to know is, if I am going out looking for a new man.  My mistake is that I reply when he texts and I let him know that I wanted a relationship with him and not some other man.  He knows then that I am still pining for him.  That keeps him happy for a while and after that he will keep sending me messages reflecting on how good it was..... which inevitably ends with me telling him lets try again and I can separate feelings from what we do just so that I can have that one little piece of him. He is a master manipulator even if he says he isn't.

This has been going on since 2011, and I believed I had cured myself of him by the time I met P in 2013,  but the cure was ineffective.  I had not seen A in a year but I let him back in with texts and his sweet whisperings.

So today after a week of texts, I told A to delete my number as I will be deleting his, delete everything about me, as I cannot be friends with him, I cannot talk to him without wanting him.

sounds like me....

Choc stage done......lots of choc

I should have done it when I said no more, but deep inside, some stupid part of me thinks I can be friends with him without wanting him.... I need a kick up the backside.

I think being in my dark place is because of him,
5 stages of grief.... am I in the acceptance stage now I wonder...

Sunday, 27 March 2016

the dark place

Its been tough these past weeks.  I seem to have crawled back into my dark place.

I am extremely good at hiding my feelings and hiding what is exactly going on inside my head.  I bottle it all up and let it fester inside me let the small things engulf me.

I worry about money, retirement, work, and of course if I will be alone for the rest of my life. I worry that the kitchen needs redoing and I dont want to spend all the money doing it....
I worry that I have a tenant moving into the spare room, son no 2's friend needs a room for 4 months, and I havent cleared out the room, there are old stand speakers that are spoilt and an old TV.... I have told the son that we need to throw some stuff out  but I dont know if he understands that I want the stuff moved out NOW as his friend moves in on the 1st of April.

Some of the worry is work as they want me to take on extra duties but not pay me enough to actually want to take anything on.... and I worry that when I dont take on the extra duties, I will still end up doing the work anyway...

Most of the worry is unnecessary, some of it is all in my head, as I stress about every small thing, but I cant seem to shake off the feeling of doom.  I feel like I am unravelling emotionally and I am eating till I feel quite sick and the extra pounds are piling up.

I am not in a good place, I am in my dark place.....

Friday, 11 March 2016

alone in a crowd

From a very young age I would watch movies on my own and when listening to music, I would retire into my own world to listen to my music.

Nothing much has changed over the years, and last weekend I went to a jazz festival on my own.  I wish I could have had someone to enjoy it with, but all my friends are not fans of jazz music and since I have no significant other...alone I went.
Enrico Rava - 75 years old (in the white pants)
Joss Stone
Buena Vista Social Club
Buena vista Social Club - Omara Poruondo - 85 yrs old and her voice is still magnificent

I am a big fan of Joss Stone and Buena Vista Social Club (Cuban Jazz) and I was not
going to miss the opportunity to watch them up
close. 2 days out in the open, just listening to music.  I had a great time....
but as there was limited seating.... my legs ached and back I am getting old....
not as old as some of the jazz maestros though..

Being alone in the crowd wasnt as bad as I thought it would be, I am not one to strike up conversations with strangers and with my resting bitch face... not many people would want to talk to me either... Still...all in a great weekend spent listening to great music.

Saturday, 27 February 2016

Goodbye lunch at the refinery

By some cruel twist of fate I now work 2 bus stops away from P's office.
Why cruel you ask....

A few weeks ago, we met for lunch at a restaurant (the Refinery) across the road from his office.  I had not seen him since we shared a  a quick tea at Kings cross station on Christmas Eve.  He spent a long holiday away at home and then getting to know his new girl friend.

While having lunch I realised I had lost my friend. I realised I had lost the man that had been sweet, gentle, caring and decent, the man who made plans to see me as soon as he was back from any trip, the man who actually had wanted a relationship.
No man waits for ever.  No woman should either.

I naively expected P to be the 'friend' I could hang out with while I still pined away for A.

Deep down of course I knew it was a damn stupid thing to hope for, that things would not change, but they do.  I didn't want to hear about the wonderful time he had with her, or how his relationship was going.    He's a great guy and any woman would be stupid ( me) to let him go. But regret is a silly thing, not something to dwell on.  Would P and I have had a good relationship, I don't know.  We do sugar coat the good bits and forget the unsettling moments.
Or maybe at my age, I am too fussy or have no clue what I want...

I know I was selfish in that I wanted him to be there for me, to do all the things we had been doing over the last two years.  Selfish in that I liked that he wanted to be with me, to do things.  With this new woman in his life, that want would have waned considerably and I dont think I could have handled that.  So I told him, perhaps it would be best if we didn't meet up anymore.
I didn't want to listen to how great things were for him.  I am a horrible friend.

Why does it have to be so complicated.......

Saturday, 20 February 2016

what would Freud say

in 2013 while in the UK and pottering around an antiques barn I found Agatha.
silent Agatha

Agatha is a candlestick phone circa 1890 - 1940, and she has brought a certain je ne sais quoi to my living room.  She sits quietly in the corner unable to speak as she hasn't worked in awhile.

A week ago I found Clara, a beautiful 1930 - 1950 Bakelite phone.  Its like all my Christmases have come at once... and the best thing is that Clara works!
although son no 2 thinks that while aesthetically pleasing, functionality is zero..
I have plugged her in and have been using her for the last few days.  Her ring is loud, clear and quite musical.  I can hear the caller but on the other end, the caller cant quite hear me that well.  My sister said I sounded like I was calling from a tunnel.

Clara the chatterbox

the best part is that I also found someone who can repair old phones, so Agatha may just find her voice again....

I wonder though what collecting old phones says about me ...a need for communication perhaps...
and the fact that I name the phones....

Sunday, 14 February 2016

where do I go now

Now that I am single and free and determined to put A out of my mind, I dont know where to start.

Do I embrace another round of dating online?  lets face it, at 53 I am not exactly a great catch for the older men, who want to date women 20 years their junior.  Do I go younger.....A was 4 years younger, P a year younger.... see the trend....
Reading all the online dating advice for older women, which is really telling us that there isnt much out there for us to date, and to make it more challenging, I am a minority in my own country and I dont get on with most of the Asian men here....
Its a wonder I havent crawled into a hole and put out a white flag in front of my cave and surrender to a life of loneliness......heck I might as well just go get a dozen cats and let my greys show and dress like a hobo.

There are days when I have felt  that love has passed me by and I will never find someone to love me back,   But I am a romantic,  deep down, past all the cynical demeanour, I still think I will find someone.   I have a full life, but its a little empty, if that makes sense, and I want to share things with a special someone.  There are moments in life where you want to turn to a significant other and share a joke, a silly encounter or just a knowing look.

So its wait and see for a bit....and maybe when I am feeling a little more positive, I may drift into the murky depths of online dating.. who knows.  Its a bit scary and I am totally unsure where I am going to end up, but I know I dont want to be alone, so perhaps one step at a time, slowly, into a new era of finding the one...