I planned to go to Europe this autumn and I was looking forward to visiting Rome, Florence, Naples and Paris. Then to be realistic we (my cousin and I ) shortened it to just Paris and the UK (the UK as we have a sister and a brother each that live there).
But now we aren't going anywhere.
I am disappointed as I have been planning this from the beginning of this year but I guess this is where I have to suck it up and think of someone else before me.
My cousin hasn't had a very good year, she has had to deal with the pain of selling a home she loved and see her marriage come to an end. She bought a new place and with all that has been happening, a trip to Paris and the UK wasn't going to do her pockets or her peace of mind, any good.
So Paris and Rome and Florence will just have to wait ..........
Thursday, 13 September 2012
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
my friend murphy
He loves me methinks
cos what can go wrong generally does for me
I came home last night around 10.15pm after having a birthday dinner at Mum's (mum turned 75 yesterday) and the lock on my front door seemed a bit odd. Luckily son no 2 was home to let me in. But when he locked the door, it jammed. It does do that sometimes so I thought by morning it might be ok. But as I had an early morning crew call, I thought I had better let the project team know that I may have a problem getting out of my home.
And of course I did. I was up at 5.30am to get ready for our early morning crew call and I couldnt open the door. It was jammed. Fucking lock just wouldnt open (note to self, when something jams like that the night before, it generally will be the same in the bloody morning!). I was trapped in my own home. Which does beg the question, why didnt they make a back door or fire exit in these government built flats for the majority of the citizens. Do flats/apartments have a back door to escape?
Anyway
Google, being the best friend that he/she is, threw up a few 24 hour locksmiths that I could call. They lie, they arent 24hrs, they dont answer their fucking phones!
The first one I got (finally) said he could only come at 11am. The next one didnt understand what I was saying and the third (yes i didnt miss the third time lucky reference) said ok will be there at 8am. He finally arrived at 9.30am. knocking on my door and asking for me to slide the front door key to him through the tiny gap under the door. So he managed to open it and it took him all of 15 minutes to change the lock and make my pockets lighter by $100. I did try to put on the 'pity me I am a little ol woman' look and ask for a discount. But he wasnt having any of it.
Its been a terrible start to the week, with Monday, well it was just that, a Monday, and of course today. One can just hope Murphy will take his laws and piss off somewhere else where he isnt wanted and just stay away from me!
cos what can go wrong generally does for me
I came home last night around 10.15pm after having a birthday dinner at Mum's (mum turned 75 yesterday) and the lock on my front door seemed a bit odd. Luckily son no 2 was home to let me in. But when he locked the door, it jammed. It does do that sometimes so I thought by morning it might be ok. But as I had an early morning crew call, I thought I had better let the project team know that I may have a problem getting out of my home.
And of course I did. I was up at 5.30am to get ready for our early morning crew call and I couldnt open the door. It was jammed. Fucking lock just wouldnt open (note to self, when something jams like that the night before, it generally will be the same in the bloody morning!). I was trapped in my own home. Which does beg the question, why didnt they make a back door or fire exit in these government built flats for the majority of the citizens. Do flats/apartments have a back door to escape?
Anyway
Google, being the best friend that he/she is, threw up a few 24 hour locksmiths that I could call. They lie, they arent 24hrs, they dont answer their fucking phones!
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| the unhinged lock! |
Its been a terrible start to the week, with Monday, well it was just that, a Monday, and of course today. One can just hope Murphy will take his laws and piss off somewhere else where he isnt wanted and just stay away from me!
Tuesday, 4 September 2012
airline food, a holiday and detox
I started my detox 3 weeks ago and it just so happened to coincide with my sudden decision to fly to Perth for a bit of a break. I had to see this detox through to determine what was making me bloated, gassy and very uncomfortable.
Well suffice to say detox and holidays are a bad mix. I had a long list of things I couldn't eat or drink. No coffee, no alcohol, no sugars, no fruit, no gluten, no dairy, no tomatoes, no avocados, no mushrooms, no preservatives, the list was endless. Here I was in the land of fresh fruit, wine and dairy and I couldn't indulge in any of it. It was a very very hard thing to do. I managed to stay off gluten (98% of the time), fruit and some dairy but the rest was too hard. Especially walking past those sinfully luscious gelatos.
What I hadnt realised was that I also had to restrict my food on the flight to Perth, a gluten and dairy free meal is what I opted for. I was a little excited about that as I was going to be one of those people that always got their food first. Well..... it wasnt anything to get excited about.....but I did learn one thing, that rice crackers are probably the one thing I will not be adding to my interesting repertoire of gluten free snacks.
On the whole the holiday was a good break even if I had to be creative with food. Australia is a good destination if you are looking at options for the gluten intolerant. They even had gluten free bread in the supermarkets. (no we dont get it in Singapore!!) I usually bring back loads of chocolates and cheese from my holidays in Australia but this time I didn't. I came back with red and black Quinoa, olive oil, herbal teas, variations of brown rice and fresh nuts and dried fruit. A lifestyle change indeed!
I am still going to try to stay off certain foods, like gluten and reintroduce slowly all those that I had to forgo during detox to see what else contributes to my rather embarrassing gassy state. It is getting better and I feel better too ( look better too if the admiring glances from all those foreign workers is anything to go by!)
A new me is emerging, healthier and better informed about what I put into my mouth (hmm well yes what I put into my mouth isnt always something I swallow but thats another post altogether!! )
Well suffice to say detox and holidays are a bad mix. I had a long list of things I couldn't eat or drink. No coffee, no alcohol, no sugars, no fruit, no gluten, no dairy, no tomatoes, no avocados, no mushrooms, no preservatives, the list was endless. Here I was in the land of fresh fruit, wine and dairy and I couldn't indulge in any of it. It was a very very hard thing to do. I managed to stay off gluten (98% of the time), fruit and some dairy but the rest was too hard. Especially walking past those sinfully luscious gelatos.
What I hadnt realised was that I also had to restrict my food on the flight to Perth, a gluten and dairy free meal is what I opted for. I was a little excited about that as I was going to be one of those people that always got their food first. Well..... it wasnt anything to get excited about.....but I did learn one thing, that rice crackers are probably the one thing I will not be adding to my interesting repertoire of gluten free snacks.
On the whole the holiday was a good break even if I had to be creative with food. Australia is a good destination if you are looking at options for the gluten intolerant. They even had gluten free bread in the supermarkets. (no we dont get it in Singapore!!) I usually bring back loads of chocolates and cheese from my holidays in Australia but this time I didn't. I came back with red and black Quinoa, olive oil, herbal teas, variations of brown rice and fresh nuts and dried fruit. A lifestyle change indeed!
I am still going to try to stay off certain foods, like gluten and reintroduce slowly all those that I had to forgo during detox to see what else contributes to my rather embarrassing gassy state. It is getting better and I feel better too ( look better too if the admiring glances from all those foreign workers is anything to go by!)
A new me is emerging, healthier and better informed about what I put into my mouth (hmm well yes what I put into my mouth isnt always something I swallow but thats another post altogether!! )
Thursday, 23 August 2012
laundry
text from son no 2, this morning
son : Are u in Perth?
Me: No still here, at work
Son: When you going?
Me: Tomorrow night, flight at 11.30pm
Son: Ah okay
Me: Why, Whats up?
Son: Just wondering. How long you gonna be gone for?
Me: A week, back next Friday. No strippers at home please.
Son: I'm more worried about laundry
Monday, 20 August 2012
cheap flights
I love a bargain. Getting a good bargain makes one feel a little smug, like I managed to beat the system in some small way.
I was feeling restless last week so I trawled through the papers and chanced upon an ad for flights to Australia going cheap.
So I bought a ticket and am going to Perth to see my sister this coming Friday.
I guess being single and with an adult (by age not mental capacity) son, I can just up and leave for holiday when I feel like it. Quite liberating.
so come Friday night I will be on a flight to Perth for a week.
Yes still on detox so that will make for an interesting holiday!
I was feeling restless last week so I trawled through the papers and chanced upon an ad for flights to Australia going cheap.
So I bought a ticket and am going to Perth to see my sister this coming Friday.
I guess being single and with an adult (by age not mental capacity) son, I can just up and leave for holiday when I feel like it. Quite liberating.
so come Friday night I will be on a flight to Perth for a week.
Yes still on detox so that will make for an interesting holiday!
Thursday, 16 August 2012
making babies in singapore
Singaporeans are a sad lot. We need campaigns to make us wash our hands, not to litter, and be courteous to each other. We also have things like Kindness week!
Recently our Ministers have been preaching about our low birth rate. Some bright spark at mentos decided to make a music video celebrating our National day with a song about national duty.
Its funny, its tongue in cheek and it got everyone talking.
it also got mentioned in one of the blogs I follow - http://cowardlyfeminist.com/?p=4392
Its all about Singaporeans having sex, or the lack of it, and procreating. We are a multi cultural society, so we have Indians, Malays, Chinese and one other classification for 'Others', and it seems that the Malays top the procreating stats, then the Indians and lastly the Chinese. A letter was published in our papers yesterday from a Chinese man asking what did Malay husbands know that Chinese husbands didn't? He wants to know how the Malay men get their women to have babies. I feel sorry for that poor man, god knows what he has to deal with at home.
Mr NZ has a friend who dated a Chinese girl and she wouldn't have sex that often with the man. When he did ask her for sex she retorted "If you want to have sex more often, you should have dated a Malay girl!!"
I am not going to justify any stereotypes here, but....
I think we need a campaign to have more sex.
any ideas??
Recently our Ministers have been preaching about our low birth rate. Some bright spark at mentos decided to make a music video celebrating our National day with a song about national duty.
Its funny, its tongue in cheek and it got everyone talking.
it also got mentioned in one of the blogs I follow - http://cowardlyfeminist.com/?p=4392
Its all about Singaporeans having sex, or the lack of it, and procreating. We are a multi cultural society, so we have Indians, Malays, Chinese and one other classification for 'Others', and it seems that the Malays top the procreating stats, then the Indians and lastly the Chinese. A letter was published in our papers yesterday from a Chinese man asking what did Malay husbands know that Chinese husbands didn't? He wants to know how the Malay men get their women to have babies. I feel sorry for that poor man, god knows what he has to deal with at home.
Mr NZ has a friend who dated a Chinese girl and she wouldn't have sex that often with the man. When he did ask her for sex she retorted "If you want to have sex more often, you should have dated a Malay girl!!"
I am not going to justify any stereotypes here, but....
I think we need a campaign to have more sex.
any ideas??
Tuesday, 14 August 2012
friends and facebook
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| http://fusemg.com/articles/the-night-i-deleted-83-of-the-people-from-my-life |
Why would someone like me, who isn't a very social person actually get on facebook in the first place.
I created an account at the behest of my sister, who lives in London, with the sole intention to keep in touch with friends and relatives who lived far away. It then just got out of hand.
People kept sending me friend requests and I kept accepting them. Even if I didn't think they were close friends. I was told its a social network so I had to be social. I don't like being social, I don't like making inane conversation just because I have to.
My parents were very social (Mum still is) and they used to entertain alot when we were younger. I used to hide in my room when they had parties. Mum and Dads friends, now when I meet them say they couldn't remember me, and I am sure they were just being polite as I think they just never knew I existed. Which was fine by me.
So, here I am with an active social network account that I sometimes hate and want to delete. Then I remember all the good friends I have on facebook and family that live too far away and I don't see as often as I would like, and I know I cant delete my account.
I know I will continue with this dilemma and perhaps I should just delete all those people that arent real friends. Hmm I think its time.....
(picture and link is from a blog from the Fuse marketing group, go read the post)
diary of a detox - day 11
day 1 -
I want my fucking coffee!! caffeine withdrawals hurt my head. Its only been 3 hours since detox started today and I want my coffee!! Brain function slow, like in dreamland and not fully awake. Fuck this is going to be hard!
What on earth made me think that Monday was a good day to start detox! What the fuck was I thinking to even start this!
I eventually had to take 2 paracetamols to kill the throbbing headache
Day 2 -
up earlier than usual today, (still want my coffee) had to cook up enough food to last the whole day in the office. and to make sure I had some food for dinner. Pilates today after work, so wont get home early and will be tired. thought that popped into my head as I was cooking stir fry beef, whats going to happen after the three weeks? hmm perhaps should have thought about that before I started this!
Day 3- yes this post is going to be 21 days long, well maybe not, as I could give this whole mad idea the boot. not feeling too bad today, head still aches a little. Who would have thought that just one cup of (very good) coffee a day would haunt me on my detox! I still want my coffee!
Day 4 -
controlling my food isn't the problem, the problem is that I have to cook food for all meals. that means me going home after work to cook for the next days lunch. I am tired out from work and then doing laundry at night then cooking enough veg and brown rice to make me want to eat a good lunch. then washing up all the mess and cleaning up. its fucking exhausting! but coffee cravings getting less.
Day 5,6 & 7
I am still on detox, haven't been a naughty girl and gone off it. Its been interesting looking for alternatives to gluten. Millet, favourite food of cows, pigs and generally most livestock seems to be a healthy option to wheat. Its actually quite good! Coffee cravings no longer there but I do still WANT a cup of coffee. Like Alcohol, there have been weeks where I haven't touched a drop and it didn't bother me, but this time I think its because I know I am not supposed to have any, that makes me want it even more We always want what we cant have right!!
Day 11
Half way through -
I think I can do this. But I miss coffee. As long as I remember why I am doing this I think its fine. Its only eating out that will pose a problem. I am off to Perth tomorrow and have actually requested for special meal on the plane. I always wanted to be one of those with dietary restrictions so I get my food first on the plane. wonder what the food will be like, no dairy or no gluten. Hope I dont fall off the 'wagon' in Perth!
End of detox
I kind of made it right through the detox. I did cheat a little when I was on holiday but I got back on it pretty quickly. Its ended now but I am still gluten free (99% of the time) and dairy free. Coffee, my wonderful aromatic best friend brew is back though!! I doubt I could ever give it up. I do feel alot better with the detox and going gluten and dairy free. No more bloating, no more looking like I may be 6 months pregnant and even the farting (lets call it like it is now) is almost minimal...
so yes the detox was hard but it was bloody worth it!!
I want my fucking coffee!! caffeine withdrawals hurt my head. Its only been 3 hours since detox started today and I want my coffee!! Brain function slow, like in dreamland and not fully awake. Fuck this is going to be hard!
What on earth made me think that Monday was a good day to start detox! What the fuck was I thinking to even start this!
I eventually had to take 2 paracetamols to kill the throbbing headache
Day 2 -
up earlier than usual today, (still want my coffee) had to cook up enough food to last the whole day in the office. and to make sure I had some food for dinner. Pilates today after work, so wont get home early and will be tired. thought that popped into my head as I was cooking stir fry beef, whats going to happen after the three weeks? hmm perhaps should have thought about that before I started this!
Day 3- yes this post is going to be 21 days long, well maybe not, as I could give this whole mad idea the boot. not feeling too bad today, head still aches a little. Who would have thought that just one cup of (very good) coffee a day would haunt me on my detox! I still want my coffee!
Day 4 -
controlling my food isn't the problem, the problem is that I have to cook food for all meals. that means me going home after work to cook for the next days lunch. I am tired out from work and then doing laundry at night then cooking enough veg and brown rice to make me want to eat a good lunch. then washing up all the mess and cleaning up. its fucking exhausting! but coffee cravings getting less.
Day 5,6 & 7
I am still on detox, haven't been a naughty girl and gone off it. Its been interesting looking for alternatives to gluten. Millet, favourite food of cows, pigs and generally most livestock seems to be a healthy option to wheat. Its actually quite good! Coffee cravings no longer there but I do still WANT a cup of coffee. Like Alcohol, there have been weeks where I haven't touched a drop and it didn't bother me, but this time I think its because I know I am not supposed to have any, that makes me want it even more We always want what we cant have right!!
Day 11
Half way through -
I think I can do this. But I miss coffee. As long as I remember why I am doing this I think its fine. Its only eating out that will pose a problem. I am off to Perth tomorrow and have actually requested for special meal on the plane. I always wanted to be one of those with dietary restrictions so I get my food first on the plane. wonder what the food will be like, no dairy or no gluten. Hope I dont fall off the 'wagon' in Perth!
End of detox
I kind of made it right through the detox. I did cheat a little when I was on holiday but I got back on it pretty quickly. Its ended now but I am still gluten free (99% of the time) and dairy free. Coffee, my wonderful aromatic best friend brew is back though!! I doubt I could ever give it up. I do feel alot better with the detox and going gluten and dairy free. No more bloating, no more looking like I may be 6 months pregnant and even the farting (lets call it like it is now) is almost minimal...
so yes the detox was hard but it was bloody worth it!!
Saturday, 11 August 2012
conversations and inane happenings
To son no 2 - " Dont bleed all over my floor!" he had cut himself shaving....
sign I put up in each toilet cubicle in the ladies toilets at the office because I was sick of women behaving badly.
To a friend who just broke up with her boyfriend " Dont call him, dont email him, dont text him" and this from me, the one who does it all wrong!
Son no 2, after his trip to Bangkok with some friends, " I didnt find the midget sex shows'
Me : ' Oh poor baby
Me: I am going on detox starting Monday
Son No 2: Huh? Why? How will this affect me?
Bless him, only thinking of his stomach and if I will be cooking for him.....shithead.
sign I put up in each toilet cubicle in the ladies toilets at the office because I was sick of women behaving badly.
To a friend who just broke up with her boyfriend " Dont call him, dont email him, dont text him" and this from me, the one who does it all wrong!
Son no 2, after his trip to Bangkok with some friends, " I didnt find the midget sex shows'
Me : ' Oh poor baby
Me: I am going on detox starting Monday
Son No 2: Huh? Why? How will this affect me?
Bless him, only thinking of his stomach and if I will be cooking for him.....shithead.
detox
So its finally going to happen
I decided to seek help for the flatulence, the bloating and the misery that contributes to menopause.
I went to see a naturopath. Its like its better not knowing all the shit that is going on inside of you, when you realize what you have to do to feel better.
I have been told I need to do a detox diet for three weeks!
no gluten (read no bread, cakes, pastry, pasta, oats) no tomatoes, no avocados, no pork, sausages, no fruit, no diary and the worst of all no alcohol! Oh and no Coffee either!!!
I will have to cook my own breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday, as I have to avoid preservatives, soy sauce which is found in abundance in all hawker food island wide.
Its going to be hard but I am determined to do this. Come Monday I will be on Detox!
I decided to seek help for the flatulence, the bloating and the misery that contributes to menopause.
I went to see a naturopath. Its like its better not knowing all the shit that is going on inside of you, when you realize what you have to do to feel better.
I have been told I need to do a detox diet for three weeks!
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| last bit of wine b4 detox |
no gluten (read no bread, cakes, pastry, pasta, oats) no tomatoes, no avocados, no pork, sausages, no fruit, no diary and the worst of all no alcohol! Oh and no Coffee either!!!
I will have to cook my own breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday, as I have to avoid preservatives, soy sauce which is found in abundance in all hawker food island wide.
Its going to be hard but I am determined to do this. Come Monday I will be on Detox!
the Olympics are on?
I havent watched anything.
Its just on too late here, all the good stuff happens way past 2am Singapore time and I just cannot stay up. I sleep early, by 10pm (10.30pm latest) on a weekday and am up by 6.30am.
I need my sleep if not I am cranky, miserable and generally bite anyone's head off if they even dared to speak to me. So the Olympics are like on another planet for me.
I dont watch the highlights as I know the outcome so why bother to see who wins the race!
I of course admire the dedication that all the athletes put into their chosen sport and I do see that there is a lot of technical know how etc etc. But I still cannot find the motivation to lose sleep and watch them compete.
I was never (and am still not) a very sporty person. I think its because I hate losing, and in sport I KNOW I will lose as I do not have the physical traits to compete. So I just dont bother.
Perhaps that is why I dont bother watching or get all excited about the Olympics, and I think its a lot of money wasted for the opening ceremonies but thats another story altogether!
So I wait patiently on the sidelines for Olympic fever to be over.
Its just on too late here, all the good stuff happens way past 2am Singapore time and I just cannot stay up. I sleep early, by 10pm (10.30pm latest) on a weekday and am up by 6.30am.
I need my sleep if not I am cranky, miserable and generally bite anyone's head off if they even dared to speak to me. So the Olympics are like on another planet for me.
I dont watch the highlights as I know the outcome so why bother to see who wins the race!
I of course admire the dedication that all the athletes put into their chosen sport and I do see that there is a lot of technical know how etc etc. But I still cannot find the motivation to lose sleep and watch them compete.
I was never (and am still not) a very sporty person. I think its because I hate losing, and in sport I KNOW I will lose as I do not have the physical traits to compete. So I just dont bother.
Perhaps that is why I dont bother watching or get all excited about the Olympics, and I think its a lot of money wasted for the opening ceremonies but thats another story altogether!
So I wait patiently on the sidelines for Olympic fever to be over.
Monday, 6 August 2012
The perfect date
What would the perfect date be. I am sure we all have different ideas in our heads on what is the perfect date. I have simple needs so my dates arent elaborate affairs that require copious amounts of money.
Of course these dates are not first date scenarios, these are dates with someone you know and care about. Someone who wants to share your life with you
Date & Time - Saturday afternoon about 4pm
Location 1 - A park
Location 2 - interesting area to check out strange/interesting buildings
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I have never expected my date to pick me up, so it has to be a meet at the location kind of thing. Stroll in the park with interesting conversation about the people we see in the park, the history of the place, the general atmosphere. Taking pictures of interesting things is essential. It could also go either way - if it rains, it will be perfect to see how he would behave (and I guess he would also see how i would behave, run screaming that my hair and makeup would be ruined.... not bloody likely!) anyway, after the stroll and chit chat, we find someplace to sit and enjoy a drink and a snack. In Singapore our national pastime is eating so food places are aplenty in every area of the city/country. Translate this scenario to the interesting area to check out strange/interesting buildings and you have 2 different locations to choose from for my perfect date.
2nd option of a perfect date
Date and time - Friday evening after work
location- a place with food & music.
This would involve alcohol. I want to know what a person is like under the influence. I want to see that side of his personality. It can be a deal breaker so once you get comfortable with a person, go drinking. (of course I may already have had that disaster date with too much alcohol and then this guy wouldn't be that date would he?) I figure if I haven't seen him get drunk, this would be the time to do it, it would either end up hilarious or a fucking disaster! Anyway....
The date would be at a nice place to have a drink and just chat about your week. Food would be bites and music if possible, would be a live. If no live music, then a nice place that plays old music. Sleepover preferred and breakfast the next day too.
Simple scenarios for what I deem a perfect date...
Now to go find the man................
Of course these dates are not first date scenarios, these are dates with someone you know and care about. Someone who wants to share your life with you
Date & Time - Saturday afternoon about 4pm
Location 1 - A park
Location 2 - interesting area to check out strange/interesting buildings
-
I have never expected my date to pick me up, so it has to be a meet at the location kind of thing. Stroll in the park with interesting conversation about the people we see in the park, the history of the place, the general atmosphere. Taking pictures of interesting things is essential. It could also go either way - if it rains, it will be perfect to see how he would behave (and I guess he would also see how i would behave, run screaming that my hair and makeup would be ruined.... not bloody likely!) anyway, after the stroll and chit chat, we find someplace to sit and enjoy a drink and a snack. In Singapore our national pastime is eating so food places are aplenty in every area of the city/country. Translate this scenario to the interesting area to check out strange/interesting buildings and you have 2 different locations to choose from for my perfect date.
2nd option of a perfect date
Date and time - Friday evening after work
location- a place with food & music.
This would involve alcohol. I want to know what a person is like under the influence. I want to see that side of his personality. It can be a deal breaker so once you get comfortable with a person, go drinking. (of course I may already have had that disaster date with too much alcohol and then this guy wouldn't be that date would he?) I figure if I haven't seen him get drunk, this would be the time to do it, it would either end up hilarious or a fucking disaster! Anyway....
The date would be at a nice place to have a drink and just chat about your week. Food would be bites and music if possible, would be a live. If no live music, then a nice place that plays old music. Sleepover preferred and breakfast the next day too.
Simple scenarios for what I deem a perfect date...
Now to go find the man................
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
the man who peers into my vagina
sounds so much better than just the Gynaecologist.
Well its been a few years since my last visit. Yes I know, silly of me not to go keep getting checked. I had a hysterectomy in 2005 so most of my bits were taken out but the ovaries are still there and those too it seems can get tumours on them and be cancerous.
I am not going to go all medical in this post although I do believe that we need to look after ourselves to be able to look after our children and for me now, my mother.
The thing is before I go see the man who peers into vagina's, I tend to make sure everything is all trimmed and neat and tidy. I don't know why, but its like if anyone has to look down there, it better be all nice.
At least I have some motivation to trim and keep it neat even it is only for 'man who peers into vaginas'
Well its been a few years since my last visit. Yes I know, silly of me not to go keep getting checked. I had a hysterectomy in 2005 so most of my bits were taken out but the ovaries are still there and those too it seems can get tumours on them and be cancerous.
I am not going to go all medical in this post although I do believe that we need to look after ourselves to be able to look after our children and for me now, my mother.
The thing is before I go see the man who peers into vagina's, I tend to make sure everything is all trimmed and neat and tidy. I don't know why, but its like if anyone has to look down there, it better be all nice.
At least I have some motivation to trim and keep it neat even it is only for 'man who peers into vaginas'
Monday, 30 July 2012
beauty pagents
After the Canadians allowed a man who became a woman to compete in the Miss Universe/Canada pageant, I guess this was inevitable. From next year, women who are not natural born females can compete in the Miss Singapore/Universe competition.
This to me is something to think about as on one hand everyone should have the right to participate in a pageant as a woman, but then its not real. That 'new' female has had plastic surgery to enhance the face and figure. Then of course one can state that the Venezuelans have been doing that for years.
Where do you draw the line? Should a woman be allowed to enhance what is natural to compete in a pageant to find the most beautiful woman in the universe or world? Doesn't that make the whole thing fake?
Does one really care about beauty pageants?
I used to love watching the pageants as a young girl, seeing all the beautiful women parade in glittering costumes and dresses and showing off their figures in their swimsuits. As I got older I realised that they all began to look alike. they were all too perfect. I was lucky in that I saw the 'imperfections' of the perfect beauties that paraded the runways of these pageants. I didnt believe that to be beautiful I had to look like someone elses idea of perfection. Now with plastic surgery allowed in the form of non natural born females, would they openly allow total enhancement for the natural born women too?
Where will it stop?
This to me is something to think about as on one hand everyone should have the right to participate in a pageant as a woman, but then its not real. That 'new' female has had plastic surgery to enhance the face and figure. Then of course one can state that the Venezuelans have been doing that for years.
Where do you draw the line? Should a woman be allowed to enhance what is natural to compete in a pageant to find the most beautiful woman in the universe or world? Doesn't that make the whole thing fake?
Does one really care about beauty pageants?
I used to love watching the pageants as a young girl, seeing all the beautiful women parade in glittering costumes and dresses and showing off their figures in their swimsuits. As I got older I realised that they all began to look alike. they were all too perfect. I was lucky in that I saw the 'imperfections' of the perfect beauties that paraded the runways of these pageants. I didnt believe that to be beautiful I had to look like someone elses idea of perfection. Now with plastic surgery allowed in the form of non natural born females, would they openly allow total enhancement for the natural born women too?
Where will it stop?
Saturday, 28 July 2012
B.O.B
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| stolen from some cinema toilet |
Its a great campaign for women but it needs to be done with taste and perhaps they should have put these in toilets where children wont go. Like the hundreds of pubs and bars that dot our little tiny nation.
Thursday, 26 July 2012
if i was a man
I have wondered if I would be happier as a man. I have thought about this and have even talked about it in an earlier post about sensuality (where I said I loved being a woman!). Today I had a conversation with a friend and we concluded that women are crazy lunatics.
Do men ever have imaginary conversations in their heads with other people I wonder? Do men ever start thinking ahead to every possible scenario that could happen? Do men ever have a fight in that imaginary conversation and actually get pissed off with the person, all in a stupid imaginary conversation? Well women do..... I cant speak for all women but I know at least one other woman who does.
No bad hair days, No wardrobe malfunction days. No mutton dressed as lamb days. No more being branded a cougar if you smile at younger men days. No ducking into the loo if you need to adjust knickers or bra strap days.
Who cares what a man wears. A man is congratulated when he can woo and bed a much younger woman. A man can adjust/scratch his balls in public. A man can wear the same pair of shoes and the same pair of pants for a week and no one notices. A man doesn't have to shave his legs or armpits if he doesn't want to and no one cares! Oh the freedom in being a man!
Men are less complicated than women as well. They don't fret over small things and they forgive friends easily. Women are bitchy, always bearing grudges and finding fault in inconsequential things our friends do. We make a big deal out of nothing and that includes relationships.
We moan and groan about why he treats us that way when we let men do that to us. If there was no drama, we would not be happy!
So I wonder what it would be like to be a man, perhaps for just one day, a day where my brain would not have a million conversations with itself, a day where my brain wont fret if he doesn't text, a day when my brain wont wonder if he was thinking of me. A day of peace and quiet.
Do men ever have imaginary conversations in their heads with other people I wonder? Do men ever start thinking ahead to every possible scenario that could happen? Do men ever have a fight in that imaginary conversation and actually get pissed off with the person, all in a stupid imaginary conversation? Well women do..... I cant speak for all women but I know at least one other woman who does.
No bad hair days, No wardrobe malfunction days. No mutton dressed as lamb days. No more being branded a cougar if you smile at younger men days. No ducking into the loo if you need to adjust knickers or bra strap days.
Who cares what a man wears. A man is congratulated when he can woo and bed a much younger woman. A man can adjust/scratch his balls in public. A man can wear the same pair of shoes and the same pair of pants for a week and no one notices. A man doesn't have to shave his legs or armpits if he doesn't want to and no one cares! Oh the freedom in being a man!
We moan and groan about why he treats us that way when we let men do that to us. If there was no drama, we would not be happy!
So I wonder what it would be like to be a man, perhaps for just one day, a day where my brain would not have a million conversations with itself, a day where my brain wont fret if he doesn't text, a day when my brain wont wonder if he was thinking of me. A day of peace and quiet.
Monday, 23 July 2012
too many numbers
I seem to be fixated with numbers. 31 years ago I got married, 49 &3/4 years old, 34 years since I last saw some school friends and now 17 years being single.
Too many milestones and too many numbers to remember.
Time to stop with the numbers and looking back to the past. Time to look forward.
Everyone wants me to have a party for my 50th. Another number for my fixation. I don't want a party, I want to celebrate my birthday the way I want to. I want to have brunch somewhere, it is after all my favourite meal of the day. I would like my family to join me but then some of them aren't talking to each other, so that will be difficult. I don't want a cake with 50 candles on it nor will I blow the fucking things out.
Maybe its just that I am down in the dumps or maybe its just Monday and I fucking hate Mondays.
Too many milestones and too many numbers to remember.
Time to stop with the numbers and looking back to the past. Time to look forward.
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| if i made it to 100, I'd do the same! image from google |
Maybe its just that I am down in the dumps or maybe its just Monday and I fucking hate Mondays.
Sunday, 22 July 2012
domestic goddess on speed
kind of went overboard cooking.... Its only me and son no 2 but i now have dinner of Spag Bol
Then I decided to make pumpkin soup just because the pumpkin has been in the fridge for a week and I didn't want to throw it away. Then I thought lets roast a chook, for tomorrow and whenever......Then I didn't stop there
Thought I'd do another batch of the choc chip muffins just because..................
I think I need to get out of the house more.............................................
** pic of the pumpkin soup wasn't that nice even though it did taste good**
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| spag bol with cheese |
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| nice chook |
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| yummy muffins |
I think I need to get out of the house more.............................................
** pic of the pumpkin soup wasn't that nice even though it did taste good**
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
the dirty word
Once a week a Pilates instructor comes in and conducts a class for a handful of girls in the office. Yesterday one of those "girls" was me.
It was bloody tough, bending, stretching, pulling, reaching and bending over. After one hour I was tired, aching slightly but surprisingly refreshed! The instructor was patient, she helped and pushed me into position several times and did remark that my pelvis was very tight.
What the fuck did that mean I wonder!
I enjoyed that class, in spite of being told that I had a reluctantly accommodating pelvis and will be continuing this new found interest. Yes yes I know in the past I have been known to say that exercise is a dirty word, and all the exercise I will ever do is housework and sex. but.....
I am looking forward to the class next week ....after all, I will be rewarded with a loose pelvis!
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| looks more like attack of the zombies but.... |
What the fuck did that mean I wonder!
I enjoyed that class, in spite of being told that I had a reluctantly accommodating pelvis and will be continuing this new found interest. Yes yes I know in the past I have been known to say that exercise is a dirty word, and all the exercise I will ever do is housework and sex. but.....
I am looking forward to the class next week ....after all, I will be rewarded with a loose pelvis!
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
49 & 3/4
This coming Saturday is a reunion of sorts, some of us from the graduating class of 1978, secondary 4 at St Josephs Convent will be getting together. We were 16 then, and 34 years later, in the year we turn 50, we are getting together to see how life has treated us.
I have kept in touch with a couple of the girls but as I wasn't a very friendly person in the first place I didn't have a very wide circle of friends to keep in touch with. I was painfully shy and didn't make friends easily. In that area, I ha vent changed much. I still find it hard to make friends or socialise!
One of the girls created a facebook page and so far we have at least 40 of us on that page. Some I remember and recognise and some I don't. It will be interesting to see them again and I am looking forward to it. But I guess we all will be looking at each other wondering if we managed to achieve any of the dreams we had as innocent 16 year olds.
Have I achieved everything I wanted to do, has it turned out like I thought it would. No it hasn't.
I wanted to be a history teacher or an archaeologist and I never wanted to marry or have kids. I wanted to be footloose and fancy free, to go where I wanted and do what I wanted. I wanted to travel to exotic locations and live in mud huts and tents, to dig the earth for relics and bits of pottery from ancient times.
I may not have done what my 16 year old me wanted to do, there are a few regrets but I have grown up to realise that the road we are on takes a few twists and turns and if we manage to come back to the path we originally created ( i refuse to say the "right"path) we should be ok.
Oh God! I think I am all grown up now and just about to reach adulthood!!
I still want to travel, and see things. I may not want to stay in mud huts or tents or dig for relics but travelling and seeing places is still high up there on my list of things to do. I still want to be free, still want to be able to do the things I want to do. I don't feel very different in my mind as I did all those years ago and sometimes I am taken aback when I realise how old I really am! Its a state of mind, getting older. some of us achieve it and some of us just carry on knowing that the body may be getting creakier but in our minds we are still that innocent girl that dreams of doing exactly what she wants!
I have kept in touch with a couple of the girls but as I wasn't a very friendly person in the first place I didn't have a very wide circle of friends to keep in touch with. I was painfully shy and didn't make friends easily. In that area, I ha vent changed much. I still find it hard to make friends or socialise!
One of the girls created a facebook page and so far we have at least 40 of us on that page. Some I remember and recognise and some I don't. It will be interesting to see them again and I am looking forward to it. But I guess we all will be looking at each other wondering if we managed to achieve any of the dreams we had as innocent 16 year olds.
Have I achieved everything I wanted to do, has it turned out like I thought it would. No it hasn't.
I wanted to be a history teacher or an archaeologist and I never wanted to marry or have kids. I wanted to be footloose and fancy free, to go where I wanted and do what I wanted. I wanted to travel to exotic locations and live in mud huts and tents, to dig the earth for relics and bits of pottery from ancient times.
I may not have done what my 16 year old me wanted to do, there are a few regrets but I have grown up to realise that the road we are on takes a few twists and turns and if we manage to come back to the path we originally created ( i refuse to say the "right"path) we should be ok.
Oh God! I think I am all grown up now and just about to reach adulthood!!
I still want to travel, and see things. I may not want to stay in mud huts or tents or dig for relics but travelling and seeing places is still high up there on my list of things to do. I still want to be free, still want to be able to do the things I want to do. I don't feel very different in my mind as I did all those years ago and sometimes I am taken aback when I realise how old I really am! Its a state of mind, getting older. some of us achieve it and some of us just carry on knowing that the body may be getting creakier but in our minds we are still that innocent girl that dreams of doing exactly what she wants!
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