Daily Journal – September 24

Daily Journal - September 24



Flying Swans

Three large swans flew over my head while I was walking in the garden! They were so near they caused a draft which alerted me to their presence so I looked up just in time to see them glide off into the distance! I didn’t even know before today that swans flew all over the country!

Acquiring a taste

I have decided to try to like dark chocolate to see if I can stop craving milk chocolate. I tried a square of Lindt 70%. I think I like the bitterness. It’s the sour flavour at the end that I find unpleasant and the 70% has more of it. Why? But I love the texture of chocolate so I will try more different % and brands!


Today I’m grateful for a tasty dinner.


Had a big upset while cooking dinner. I super hate cooking. I’ve been cooking for 6 years now and it still isn’t easier or better. Even on normal days, I am stressed throughout the process.

Tonight, I had chunks of raw turkey mince flying into different surfaces and boiling oil spitting in my face. It was one of those times I just wanted to give up and have a good cry.

On the bright side, the hoisin turkey mince lettuce wrap and fried gyoza were super yummy.


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Daily Journal – September 21 + 22

Daily Journal - September 21 + 22


Transcription – September 21

Hemp Milk

Tried hemp milk today. It is properly disgusting. It tastes like chalk, or dust, or ash. Not that I’ve tasted any of those, but hemp milk is what I imagine those things mixed in water would taste like. I don’t know what the reviewers who said this product is delicious are thinking. I had it with oats and had to gag it down.

Brad Pitt

Watched Burn After Reading. Partway through, I thought it gave me Fargo vibes. Sure enough it’s a Coen brothers movie! Brad Pitt is really good at playing ditzy and crazy (12 Monkeys, lol).


Grateful for uninterrupted sleep today. Still was not long enough but I must be thankful for small blessings.

Dark Chocolate

Felt hypoglycaemic in the middle of my walk. Decided to fix it with some dark chocolate. I have disliked dark chocolate all my life but Ocado had sent these over for reviewing and Adam my homeopath says if I must have sweets, choose dark chocolate because it is good for you. So I ate it and enjoyed it somewhat because it is better than no chocolate. But I miss milk chocolate so much! And then I had to pay the price: horrid aftertaste that lingers in my tongue for hours and hours after eating dark chocolate.


Transcription – September 21


I’m not sure whether I’m intolerant to the lactose or casein in milk, but Adam said butter is probably ok for me, so I bought some lactose-free butter just to be as safe as possible. Well, great news! It tastes just as good as Lurpak and I’m so pleased! Life is a little bit less horrid now.

Speaking of which, I stopped getting back acne about a month after quitting dairy and going low sugar. So that’s kind of great but which one was causing the acne? Or was it both? I should have tried quitting one at a time!

In the beginning, the symptoms were worse. But it got better over time. Now, after about half a year, I am satisfied with the result. I just have issues with dry lips and dry skin. I am likewise apprehensive that the side effects will return after the treatment. I need to take Accutane until my summer holidays. I would recommend it.

Walking indoors

It rained all day today, which is great news for the garden, but bad news for my routine. I don’t want to go out there to walk when it’s wet and cold! Piers suggested I just walk around the living room, which sounds unappealing but was the best option.

I put Harry Potter on the Bluetooth speaker and started walking. A minute later, I had a better idea. I put Netflix on and started walking on the spot in front of the TV. Home gym sorted!


I’m grateful for humour and funny people and for the ability to laugh with a passion.


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I’m a very angry person today!

I hate my new place.

The shower doesn’t shower, it dribbles. I don’t know if it’s because of the new shower head or the new piping or whatever, but it literally dribbles.

When you turn the knob to jet mode, it dribbles out one weak stream about 1 cm in diameter. When you turn the knob to shower mode, you get a light drizzle, under which you’d not even bother to use an umbrella if you get that kind of drizzle outdoors.


It’s even weaker than the basin faucet, which is a gentle stream of running water. If I could shower in the basin, I would. In fact, I’m now considering bathing with a cup and pail like the ancients. That would certainly be easier. Except, with the current weakass faucets, it will take me 20 minutes to fill a pail. And I probably need about five big pails of water to bathe.

It now takes me 10 minutes to wash shampoo from my hair. And I haven’t even started on the conditioning yet. Rinsing out conditioner takes 15 minutes.

I’m spending 30 freaking minutes showering now when it used to only take me 10 minutes!!

I’m going to cut my hair short again. And if anyone dares to come up and tell me that they prefer me with long hair, I’ll punch them in the face.

And here I am, trying to save time by not eating and not sleeping so that I have more time to work, but this stupid shower just negates all the sacrifice that I’m making!!

Which brings me to the next point!!!

I feel like I got conned into taking this project and I am now working my bones off for a tiny fraction of what I’m worth, pay-wise. I can’t quit now because I have more than 20 freelance writers depending on me to publish the paper so they can see their works in print and get paid.

Plus I have to finish what I started.

But I’m neglecting all my other projects, my health, my relationships, everything, for this one stupid project, for a measly project fee which I can easily earn by shooting one TV commercial in one afternoon.

I was told that IF the paper does well, I will be paid what I’m worth for future issues. Do I look like a charity organisation?? I’m not even a partner with a profit-sharing or commission scheme, so how is it MY problem whether the thing does well or not?!

And the Goonfather was supposed to take me out to dinner tonight and I told him that I haven’t eaten anything all day so I’d like dinner to be earlier if possible but it’s 8 pm now and he HASN’T CALLED or returned my SMS!!!

Am I expected to sit here and work/starve myself to death??!

The worst thing is that I can’t blame anyone for the shower thing because, I don’t know, who the hell are we supposed to blame for lousy showers?? I NEED SOMEONE TO BLAME FOR THE SHOWER!!!


Lucky for you today ends in approximately four hours.

The annual Chinese New Year rant

The most stressful time of the year is upon us again.

It really is very stressful.

All the preparations that have to be made way in advance:

  • Buy new clothes and shoes and handbag
  • Buy new towels and bedsheets
  • Buy snacks and bak kwa and drinks
  • Spring clean the house
  • Wash the car

We’re talking about the Chinese New Year, of course. Buying new things and cleaning the house is supposed to bring good luck in the coming year. The snacks are for feeding the hungry hordes of relatives that will troop endlesly to your house in the 15 days of the Chinese New Year.

Fortunately, not being head of the household, I’m exempted from some things. Like preparing food for reunion dinner and buying mandarin oranges and decorating the house with too many red-coloured items. I just need to take care of myself and my own bedroom. And whatever snacks I buy I eat myself. BWahaha.

But I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to buy new clothes (or anything else for the matter). As a last resort, I’m wearing something I received as a Christmas present which I haven’t even tried on yet.

But we did get bedsheets. The Goonfather dragged me to Aussino a few weeks ago to pick out our CNY bedsheet and quilt cover.

I suggested getting this diabetically sweet, girly pink quilt cover, thinking that the Goonfather will bop me on the head for even considering that he will deign to lie on something that’s gonna make him look like a pouf.

But he said, “Okay!”

Wow. That was pretty shocking.

So we got it, and a lavender bedsheet to match.

Ironically, the quilt cover is shopping themed, which only serves to heighten my stress over not having anything new to wear on the first day of the Chinese New Year.

The feeling is like when you didn’t study for an important exam and you’re hoping the day never comes. Every hour that ticks away adds one more butterfly to the pit of your stomach.

I spent the entire day cleaning my room today when I could have played PotBS instead. What a waste of time, but it had to be done.

To tempt me into buying CNY clothes, the Goonfather had promised to subsidise me $200. But I still never made it to the stores. Now you ought to believe me when I say I’ve been insanely busy.

No rest for the wicked.

After reunion dinner tonight, we’re going to Loyang Tua Pek Kong (Chinese temple) to usher in the new year and mob the God of Wealth together with thousands of other people hoping for some of the god’s wealth to rub off on us.

After that, we’re going to hang out at someone’s house and stay up as late as possible because some Chinese believe that, the later you stay up on the eve of the new year, the longer your parents will live. It’s not logical at all, but since when has tradition ever been logical?

After a night of not sleeping because you want your parents to live forever, the morning starts early with visitations, during which you’ll meet long-lost relatives, relatives you don’t know the names of, relatives you don’t even know are relatives, relatives who force you to eat up all the cookies and bak kwa in their houses, and relatives who ask you the same questions every year, when all you’d rather do is go to sleep on their couch because you haven’t slept all night.

There are people who actually love all this and look forward to it every single year. I really want to know why.

Or maybe not.

I hate Facebook’s Super Wall and FunWall

If you’re not a Facebook user, God bless your merry little soul (pretending that God exists) and please be off on your merry way before you get sucked into the muddy whirpool of senselessness.

Because, today, I am on a crusade to knock some sense into Facebook users who have Super Wall or FunWall or both (duh, people!) installed in their Facebook accounts.

Because — brace yourself now for the revelation of the century — neither of the walls are even remotely super or fun.

Oooooh… noooo! You don’t say!

Honestly, they’re horrendous misuses of Internet real estate. I cannot understand why people don’t see it.

There is nothing super or fun about:

  1. Junk mail, chain letters and forwarded rubbish.
  2. Having multiple copies of the same rubbish on your profile.
  3. Allowing people to advertise their services for free on your profile.

Do you see it?

Ok, see this.

Here’s a screenshot of a random Super Wall on a random person’s Facebook profile.



Do you see now how asinine it is?

Why should anyone give a shit about the travels of Mortimer the travelling bear? Let him buy his own damn plane tickets, man. And I don’t see him “dissapearding” as promised because I’m seeing him on every single Super Wall (and even FunWall).

I’m even seeing multiple copies of him on each wall. Come on, people, don’t you see? He’s not a travelling bear. He’s a photocopying bear!

Okay, now, let’s check out a random FunWall.



What is the matter with people?

Don’t you ever get annoyed having to scroll down endlessly just to try to see at least something that’s of interest?? Why would you want such junk on your Facebook profile? I really don’t get it.

who has a crush on u?…

man this is creepy its called mind reader. send this to every1 on ur list and then press F8 and ur crushes name will appear on ur screen**


I dearly want to examine the minds of people who read this and think, “Oh, wow! I’m gonna try this now!”

“Hey! It doesn’t work! How fun! I think my friends will love it! I’m going to forward this to everyone because I had so much fun trying it out and seeing it not working!”

Strangle me with a wet rag.

People who install either or both walls, why? How does it enrich your life to have repeated copies of spam on your Facebook profile? How does it enrich the life of friends who are visiting your Facebook profile?

I mean, what benefit does it give?

Does it impress the girls (or the boys) who are viewing your profile? No.

Does it make you more intelligent? No.

Does it save a starving child in Ethiopia? No.

Does it make your Facebook profile look like a landmine about to go off? Yes.

People who forward forwards to other people’s walls, why? Do you think your friend reads/watches them? Will your friend love you for sending them? Do you even realise that the “friend” you’re sending this chain letter to already has three of the exact same chain letter on his wall?

People who create those damned rubbish forwards, especially chain letters, WHY? Chain letters are so last millennium. You’re not going to get a Nobel prize for it and it’s not going to make people worship you and kiss your feet because they passed on your stupid chain letter to 50 people in their address book and, as a result, miraculously solved all their life problems and won a date with Angelina Jolie.


The applications are not bad, per se. But people misusing them is bad.

I installed both when I first signed up with Facebook because I thought it was pretty cool being able to draw pictures and post videos on someone else’s profile. One could get really creative and have some fun with it.

But I believe in doing things in a sincere and personal way. If not, there is no point in doing anything, is there? Why waste time doing things just for the sake of doing things? So I drew pictures myself and typed nice, personal messages to brighten a friend’s day.

But I never got anything like that on my walls in return. All I got were impersonal forwards from people who received forwards themselves and decided to send it on to everyone else on their friends list.

I deleted both walls because it wasn’t adding discernable value to my Facebook profile.

I know I can stop visiting people’s profiles or even stop visiting Facebook altogether if the walls bother me all that much.

But that isn’t quite the point. The point is that it irks me that people are perpetuating a useless custom and contributing more rubbish to an already rubbish society of thoughtless, mindless puppets.

So, people, please. Grow a brain and think.