Journal – November 11-13

Journal - November 11-13



11 Sunday

We watched the House of Cards Season 5 recap and realised we couldn’t remember a single thing about it, so we decided to watch the whole series again before starting on the new one. And that’s how we always end up watching TV shows at least twice!

Last night, we watched Seven Psychopaths (movie) and I kept feeling deja vu throughout. It was nearly the end before I felt convinced I’d watched it before. Piers didn’t feel any familiarity until the final scene and then he was, like, “Oh yeah, I think we’ve seen this.” He’s worse than me!

On the bright side, I got to enjoy a really great movie again with fresh eyes!

12 Monday

I forgot the WI meeting last week so Gwen invited me over to decorate my Christmas crackers for our Christmas dinner. She’s so sweet, not wanting anyone to be left out. I had fun with the task!

13 Tuesday

I have procrastinated doing up my study room for a year now! Been using this crappy desk while my real desk sits downstairs. I just haven’t had the time nor energy to start the whole process of moving stuff and furniture out, painting the room, then moving everything back in.

But I have been invited to submit a photo of my workspace for an Instagram thing and I don’t want it to be this crappy desk I’ve hated so much! So I’m finally getting the process going. Vanity is a great motivator! Now I just need someone or something to motivate me to do all the other rooms!


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I’m surrounded by nutcases

After reading my blog about mutton tulang yesterday, Nanny Wen tweeted: “MY FAVOURITE FOOD in guangzhou!!!! it’s the best ever *salivates*”

I was, like: “So nice meh?”

She went: “Maybe yours wasnt that great but my soup was super tasty n fantastic.”

I said: “I also don’t like the tulang at Lagoon which TGF always eat…”

She said: “Lagoon got tulang ?? Where???! Let’s eat tonight!!”

So, there and then, at 4:30pm, we decided to meet for dinner.

I SMSed the Goonfather and Unker Kell to book them for dinner. They replied OK. I told our maid not to cook dinner for us.

Half an hour later, Nanny Wen BBMed me (paraphrased): “Oh shit I forgot I already have movie plans tonight.”

So, that’s how the Goonfather, Unker Kell and I went to Lagoon to eat tulang on behalf of Nanny Wen.

Mutton tulang

Actually, only the Goonfather ate it. I don’t like it and Unker Kell only likes the sauce. The dish comes with a plate of bread for dipping.

I ate BBQ chicken wings.

Unker Kell ate Roti John while making some lame joke about depriving John of his bread.

After dinner, he belched contentedly and said smugly with a cheesy grin, “John, you hear that?”

Kell is a nutcase.


No money to pay for lunch

As part of my recent balanced diet plan, I’ve been eating a lot of cereal lately.

I’m up to my ears in cereal. I eat cereal for breakfast, lunch and tea break. Not every single day, but enough to make me a cereal killer.

(I love cereal, but since I have to avoid the sugary kinds and opt for the healthier variety, instead, eating cereal has become less exciting by half.)


Last Saturday, I had an early cereal breakfast at 6:30 am, after which I went for a 7 km run, and then had a second cereal breakfast at 9:30 am.

When it was time for lunch, I decided I’d had enough of cereal. There’s a Cafe Cartel 12 minutes from my home and that’s where I wanted to go for lunch.

It was a leisurely Saturday for me. The Goonfather was having weekend classes and I didn’t have a lot of work to do at home, so I brought a book with me to the restaurant.

I kind of went off my diet a little by ordering a pan-fried sambal macaroni (one of the restaurant’s specialty and my favourite) but I figured I deserved it.

Pan-fried macaroni

After a relaxing meal and several chapters past my book, I got up to pay for my meal.

That was when I realised that my wallet wasn’t in my bag.

That meant one thing: It was probably sitting around at home, though I couldn’t imagine why.


Getting hot-faced as I frantically rummaged through my bag, I told the cashier, “I can’t find my wallet.”

She didn’t seem to understand me. She went off to get a colleague, another lady who walked towards me with a questioning look.

Still rummaging, I said, “I can’t find my wallet. Can I come back later to pay?”

Surprisingly, I received a very benign “okay” with no questioning, no suspicious narrowing of eyes, no instruction to leave behind a pound of flesh as collateral.


I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised.

I am always unwittingly pulling stunts like that, forgetting my wallet, or forgetting I don’t have money in my wallet. Yet, of all the times I’ve had to apologise for not being able to pay on the spot, none have provoked instant arrest, so that’s kind of heartening.

The trouble was that, now, I’d have to walk home to get my wallet (12 minutes), walk back to Cafe Cartel again (12 minutes) and then back home again (12 minutes).

Adding the initial 12 minutes to the mix, that was 48 freaking minutes of walking in total, just because I was dumb enough to forget my wallet.

Of course, that’s nothing compared to my 75-minute walk under the hot sun just to get a Subway sandwich.

Subway sandwich

But it’s still a lot of walking, considering that the 75-minute walk happened just one day before. Add into the equation the fact that I had already run 7 km in the morning, I think I deserve a medal for grievous stupidity.

It must have been the diet gods punishing me for the sambal macaroni by covertly teleporting my wallet back home while I was eating.

I suppose the good news is that I must have burnt off most of the sambal and macaroni with all that walking.

One can only hope.

Bite-size Sheylara

Muscle Girl

My biceps and triceps et al are showing! (When I flex.)

I am no longer merely a skeleton. I am now a skeleton with muscles. Woohoo.


Sheylara in the gym

Had a second photography session at the gym today. Will show muscle photos soon.

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Sometimes, when ladies put on makeup, we make mistakes. We get smudges or uneven eyeshadow or joker smiles.

(Not really, that last one.)

Fixing mistakes does not always involve wiping them off. Because we might end up wiping off foundation and creating an unsightly patch. So, we cover up mistakes with more makeup.


Sometimes, the cover-ups make it worse, so we try to cover up the cover-ups by covering them up with even more makeup.

Then we run out of time and have to leave home.

That’s why we sometimes look like we have too much makeup on.

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No Fat

I just got bluffed into buying the worst-tasting thing in the world.

Was shopping for yoghurt and not finding my favourite brand, so had to settle for something different.

One auntie was promoting a new yoghurt. I decided to try it. It claims to have 0% fat.


It tastes like starch with flavouring. I think my tongue keeled over and died.

I don’t trust low-fat/no-fat food.

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My fingers smell heavenly. I had a Subway sandwich earlier.


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Why do people pretend to like you and they act like they’re so happy to see you but they badmouth you behind your back every opportunity they get?

I don’t need these people to tell me they don’t like me. Just don’t pretend to like me.


And don’t make unfounded accusations.

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The last two times I brought my laptop out, I forgot to bring my USB modem. Today I remembered my modem but I forgot my mouse.


Yesterday, I went to drums class without my drumsticks.

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