tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298846162024-03-14T05:09:57.726+11:00www.lynnlum.comI'm obsessed with my fantastically simple life. Hence, I'm sharing with you.Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.comBlogger473125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-18035675807093633542012-10-25T00:45:00.001+11:002012-10-25T00:48:05.065+11:00faraway galIt's always about choice - to smile or not; to turn around or to keep walking, to hold on or to let go. In my case, just a very simple one - to live in Melbourne and try to live a life.
This choice also means I've to leave a lot behind me. Oh well, not really "behind" me but a few HUGE "no"s.
Forget about the uncountable babies. I am talking about weddings, the very good friends' wedding. In the name of money, and most importantly work, I've turned down (unreluctantly) a few weddings.<br />
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- Joey, the most creative person who design this whole page. Amazing wedding I saw (on FB), no doubt about your creativity. I still cannot believe you 'whipped up' my page in minutes. You and Regine are blardy awesome together!<br />
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- Gwen, my childhood doppelganger just because grandma used to mistaken me for Gwen. This girl look so amazing at her beach wedding of the decade, OMFG! Can you look any prettier???!!! Leonard is the luckiest guy, EVER!<br />
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- Pat, happening this weekend and I haven't changed my mind - I do wanna be at your wedding but work + money won't allow. I was just thinking about the amazing times we had together in our very short but extremely sweet years. "Princess Model" wishes you and Amir an amazing life together!<br />
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- Ju, we grew up together. I love having my big sis looking after me. Alrighty, Tracy is the big sister and I'm double your size but you never fail to take care of me like your little sister. I know you've booked me 18 months ago but with my current job, I just cannot make it. I love you, and I'm so happy for you!<br />
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Finally some good news - I am going to make it to Leesa's wedding, woot!!!
Someday I'll look back and realized it's a mistake to choose to live here, sigh... First world pain!Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-91417288248525288312012-05-19T16:43:00.000+10:002012-05-19T16:46:02.838+10:00losing endAmazing how we can be so affected by our jobs (note: I’ve a job not a career). Bean told me earlier this week that she couldn’t sleep. She was feeling like crap – stressing out about unfinished work, yet she’s mega unmotivated. She’s no desire to go to work and these piled-up tasks are just making it worse.<br />
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Come to think of it, we do spend 1/3 of our day at work. That’s a lot of time!<br />
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As for myself, I’m feeling like a big loser at the moment. There were times where I’d gone through stress and pressure, so much so that I lost sleep, dreamt about work and woke up feeling more tired than before I went to bed. But right now, it’s not about stress, not about pressure or competition. I just feel like I am a big (fat) loser! The fat part isn’t quite related to work I’ve to admit.<br />
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Just spoken to boss, she was all chirpy and hyped up – yes, she had a fabulous day on her side of work. Can’t remember when was the last time she sounded so happy. She was just saying how a good/bad day at work could alter one’s mood. Of course! My weekend is here so I shall keep my fingers crossed next week is a winning one. Anyway, I am going to NKOTBSB concert tonight, ticket courtesy of Daddy K, now that’s a winner!Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-2310239947723291972012-05-18T16:10:00.000+10:002012-05-18T16:11:41.906+10:00recycling, sharing and takingThat night we were talking about former partners – whether they were husbands, boyfriends, dates, flings or just one-night-stands. We spoke about who we keep in touch with, who we never ever want to see again, and who had been “recycled”.<br />
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Right, we don’t want to date a virgin so in most cases, we’re going out with someone’s ex. That’s how relationships are right? You go out with one, things don’t work out, you move on. Meet another, psychotic, grab your clothes and run for the exit. This keeps going till you’ve found “the one” and announce that you’re out of these hunting games.<br />
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What about “recycling” within your group of friends?<br />
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Some many years ago, I was a firm believer in “I don’t want him, and I don’t want anyone else to have him”. Immature I must admit. That was a long time ago. Then I’ve adopted the idea of “let other’s play with my old toys, it’s dated and I’m not going to take a second look”. That made my life a lot easier, and happier. Everything that’s in my expired pile is free to good homes. One said she can’t take the awkwardness of seeing her ex with her friend – I don’t see it the same way unless we broke up yesterday and he’s with my friend today. We just have to be honest with our feelings – if I’m not over this person, it is my responsibility to make it known. When I don’t feel anything for this person anymore, he goes straight to the expired pile. Simple as that.<br />
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I, on the other hand, am not so cool about being a second hand user. Till date, I’ve not been out with any of my friend’s ex. I find it disgusting. I do know that we should never say never so yeah… Perhaps I’ll find a friend’s ex-boyfriend so irresistible, I’m so madly, deeply, truly in love with that I don’t care he had been with three of my good friends, I just want to be with him. Well, he gotta be <i>that</i> irresistible to have gone out with three of my good friends, right?<br />
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That’s just me. Just so you know, I was one who did not want to take my brother’s hand-me-down textbooks. We went through the same syllabus in primary school and mind you, my brother didn’t spend much of his time on his textbooks so they were relatively new. But I insisted on new books. Come to think of it, that was a bit excessive. I was very spoilt. But my brother and I are generous people, never hesitate to give away what we don’t need. Of course, those textbooks went straight to charity as soon as we were done with them. I absolutely have no issue having others enjoying what was mine.<br />
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That’s my take on recycling, sharing and taking.<br />
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p.s. I don’t borrow clothes either but I’m more than happy to share mind with you. Just make sure you return them, in their original condition.Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-54721361163693197092011-12-30T16:15:00.000+11:002012-05-18T16:20:16.819+10:00so hard to admitOh My God! Someone just accused me of having commitment issues. That was so mean. So very mean! Yes, I've been in bad relationships, I've been single for a long enough time and I find it difficult to put myself out there again, but I don't see that as having commitment issues. We've been on two dates, exchanged many text messages, you sent me flowers, I never wanted to kiss you and I'm pretty much decided that's where I want this relationship to stay. I want your attention but I don't want to be with you. I would rather be called an attention seeking bitch than one with commitment issues! Because once you've brought it up, it makes me think... Do I have commitment issues?Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-8209671291133971282011-12-24T13:32:00.004+11:002012-05-18T16:14:15.220+10:00let there be loveChristmas was my favourite holiday when I was a kid. My family didn’t celebrate Christmas in a religious way - it was just holiday and family time to us. When we were kids, mum and Dad would take Allan and I to the fancy hotels, to look at the Christmas deco, listen to Christmas carols and do that countdown at the hotel lounge. It was the best time of the year - it was school holidays; we didn’t have to visit the relatives like Chinese New Year time, it’s just US; we got to take uncountable photos with the reindeers, Styrofoam-snow and Santa with cotton wool moustache.<br />
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And then we grew into teenagers, where Christmas meant passport for us to not go home. We partied at friends, serviced apartments or anywhere that accommodated our binge drinking behaviour. That went on for a couple of years before I left home for Melbourne. Christmas became a home event during my summer break - hotpot, BBQ, or just an ordinary dinner and a drive downtown to look at the Christmas lights. I didn’t want to spend another Christmas to be out partying, I just wanted to be with the family. <br />
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Christmas however became meaningless to me, after Dad left us. Sometimes, like now, it’s a painful time of the year because it brings back memories. Christmas means public holiday to me, time off from work, wild card to irresponsible drinking and binge eating. Oh well, I seem to have many of these wild cards during the year anyway. Last night, D40 was sending me photos of the city light show where he went with his family. I was lying in bed looking at the photos and I just couldn’t help the tears from rolling down my cheeks. I miss watching Christmas lights with the family.<br />
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I solemnly wish you guys are spending this silly season with your loved ones - the family, the lover, the friends or even by yourself. Hope all of you are living the moment and enjoying life as it presents itself to you.Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-87387406790227860782011-11-23T23:53:00.002+11:002011-11-23T23:59:01.320+11:00aging could be doing me good!Yoga is like my new religion, it's my way of life... Except that I'm still not sold as a bean and root eating being. Although I've been eating much more fruit and vegies on a daily basis, I still love my meat. Especially a good piece of steak, a steamy bowl of Bak Kut Teh, or serve of crunchy KFC (Korean Fried Chicken). Man... How could I resist? <br /><br />End of last year, couple of months before I hit 30, I could see a significant change in myself. It's not something my mind called upon. My taste buds for one had changed. I've picked up a lot of "new" foods to my diet. Never had I enjoyed having salad for lunch two weeks in a row, enjoyed being the operative word here. I used to take salad for the sake of loading up my greens, but I couldn't do it more than two days in a row because I found it unappetizing. But these days, I take salad to work by choice, because I enjoy having it. That is freaky for one who ruled out 98% vegies in her first 26 years of life! And I've started exercising on a regular basis - running, walking and Yoga without the intention of losing weight. All I wanted was to be fit, have big healthy lungs and eat as much as I want without piling up the kilos. I started out with near-death panting after 200m but today, my biggest achievement was doing two rounds of the Tan (equivalent to 7.6km)! <br /><br />Two years ago, my shopping trolley would consist of 50% junk food 30% frozen meal and 20% fresh meat. Today my shopping trolley is filled with 40% fruit and vegies 20% healthy snack like nuts and oats 30% fresh meat and 10% junk food. Look into my basket, sometimes I freak out, sometimes I give myself gratitude and sometimes I wonder... Is this what aging does to you? Your hormone turns you into this person who's attempting to be healthier, who likes eating whatever you never used to like and turns down social event for yoga classes?<br /><br />Yes, yoga. I've been practising Bikram yoga on-and-off in the last 5-6 years, mainly pre-skiing season to prep myself for the alpine challenge. So I wasn't exactly committed to it. I liked it but not enough for me to go on a regular basis. Mainly because its class times are inconvenient for me. Also, the class can get rather boring - you step into the 39c heated room, repeating the same routine for 90 minutes. I do enjoy Bikram yoga and its benefit, just not enough. Recently I've started practising Power Vinyasa Yoga and I am hooked! The instructor is awesome - interactive and inspirational, creative with her classes so we don't repeat the same routine every class, she changes our practice so you don't know what you're gonna get each time you step into the room. I booked myself in for two classes a week and I would say no to social events if it happens to be my class day. I've never been so committed to something since my Ballet days. This yoga trains a lot more of my upper body strength, which I had none. Until today, 5 weeks and 9 classes down the road, my shoulders are still sore and I'm the mofo who had trouble doing my bra buckle!<br /><br />Most importantly, I've learnt to meditate using my own breathing. When I'm stressed, I practised the Ujjayi breathing. When I felt like raising my voice at someone, Ujjayi breathing. When I was nervous, Ujjayi breathing. Now the bet is on - how long am I embracing this new way of life?Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-72959553858530729802011-11-10T01:12:00.003+11:002011-11-10T01:26:31.767+11:00blast from the pastSo the last entry wasn't a cheerful one at all. I've been wanting to post something, just so you see some positivity when you get on to this page. I've just been busy with work, partying, exercising and... Living life just basically. I was gonna post a happy photo, but there are too many just couldn't decide which one was the most appropriate for this space.<br /><br />The point is, I am happy. Still haven't completely come to terms with who is gone and never coming back but I am happy. Feeling surprisingly good for one who binge drinks and eat too late on most nights. As usual - trying to cut down, still trying.<br /><br />Someone from the past came knocking on my door. Actually, I guided this someone to come knock on my door. Same story, five years later... I'm taking the first step this time. In fact, I'm jumping into it. Now ball is on the other side of the court, I can only wait. See if anyone is going to miss the boat this time.<br /><br />Watched Drive tonight - what a movie! Never liked Ryan Gosling, didn't like the movie but I have to say the soundtrack was awesome! Have I mentioned Gosling can't act?Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-46878113952314980542011-07-01T21:39:00.003+10:002011-11-10T01:11:48.285+11:00-Once upon a time, there was a man who loved me very very much. I was the happiest girl on earth, nothing was too difficult to get through because he always made me smile. This man has left me, forever. Nothing could make him come back to me. I am now the happy girl who cries at times, like when she's driving to work, or when she's having dinner on a Friday night. Sometimes I wonder... Do other girls who have lost him behave the same?Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-89142870550581097422011-05-19T00:49:00.005+10:002011-05-20T22:07:53.240+10:00fear of the MummyWhile I’m still wasting my time nursing my hangover on the weekend, or staying up late stalking some Taiwanese actor that I’m obsessed with after watching Autumn Concerto, many friends around me have entered the era of parenthood. <br /><br />Log in to Facebook and a quarter of the updates are about their babies – photos, status, profile picture, links to videos, websites, amongst others. To be honest, half of the time I’m not quite interested. The other half of the time, I’m glad I get the kids updates without having to physically deal with them all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate kids, I’ve two beautiful nieces at home and I love my friends’ kids especially a handful of them who I’ve spent more time with (they’re mostly not annoying/screaming/crying/demanding kids). <br /><br />What I can’t deal with are the <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Mamazillas</span></span>. You know those mums who cannot stop talking about their children? What’s their favourite food, favourite phrase, how they act when they see their dad coming home from work, or when they see their grandma, grandpa, uncle, aunty, neighbour, etc. Yes, I understand you’re a new mummy, you’re very proud of your children, so am I. Talking about your kids over our entire lunch catch up and expecting me to response like I’m super-duper keen, THAT IS UNFAIR! <br /><br />Look, we are all excited about your new life, new baby and new experience. I do look forward to hearing your stories but there should be a limit, say… 20 minutes? Anything after that would become annoying, for people like me who isn’t married, have no kids or pets, and at the same time not keen on having either one anytime soon. I could perhaps carry the baby talk with you all day if I am a mother myself but right now I am not. And if you on the other hand find me boring because I can’t give you enthusiastic-enough responses, I suggest you join a mother’s group, or spend more of your time with the other mothers. Really, it’s just like me talking to every f*cking one of you about my work, the girls I trained, how she f*cked things up, the customers I had, our funny conversation, my boss, my colleagues. They are interesting and funny – only if I don’t talk about it for the whole hour over lunch! <br /><br />It makes me think, where has my friend gone? That interesting, fun-loving and witty woman who I used to hang out with. We enjoyed each other’s company, we had great conversation and we did silly things. I understand we’ve to give up the latter because we are mummy and aunty now. Is that what happens? When you give birth to a child, your child takes your personality away with them? You’ve nothing to talk about besides your offspring? You’ve no slightest interest in the outside world besides your own with your kid? You’ve no interest in knowing about my life although we called it the “catch-up session” instead of “all about my baby session”? I am sure there are more to talk about besides the baby and I am happy to help. We can talk about your cooking or the book that you’re reading? Just something!<br /><br />Mamazillas are highly capable of scaring your friends away. It makes us reluctant to hang out with you. You know I feel nervous prior to catching up with these people? My heart tells me that they’re my good friends and I should not stop seeing them because of these petty little things but my head tells me that I shouldn’t go get myself tortured. <br /><br />Not every one of my friends are like this, thank God for that! I do have heaps of sensible friends who are rather normal. I love listening to their baby stories because they don’t overdo it. They talk about other things, ask about me and in fact a few of them were telling me I need to give them more updates on the places I go and people I meet because they are so scared to become one of those mummies who become socially inept, the Mamazillas that I call!<br /><br />You’re possibly rolling your eyes now and mumbles something like “let’s see what you would become after you have kids”. Yes, you’re probably right, I could be the worst Mamazillas around and the most annoying person with 99 photos of my newborn in my phone and I will make sure you look at every single one of them and make appropriate comments at appropriate times. I might also host a dinner party inviting a handful of my close friends so I could talk about my kids all evening and get different opinions and responses all at one go. But right now, I wholeheartedly pray that I will not be one, and for those who are one now, please take on something new in your life. Read a book, start blogging, watch the news, knit, just do something so we can discuss about it next time!Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-85516739810711431902011-04-09T16:25:00.003+10:002011-05-03T23:31:56.575+10:00another fail relationshipSometimes we don’t learn until we get burnt.<br /><br />I am always like that. Saying yes, yes and yes to advice of wisdom but never actually practise. And then I get myself into trouble. Just how many times have my mummy told me not to do this, this and that. Yet I just had to do it.<br /><br />So I’m in debts, to the bank. And trust me when I say 70% of them weren’t on shopping. Forget about “what did I spend on”, I am just in debts. And I just realized how freaking crazy it would be if I don’t clear it soon. Thanks to the much-needed talk with a few good friends, I’m now getting on my feet and wanting to straighten things. First step, I’m taking a temporary break with my Visa. We had a bitter-sweet relationship. You made me happy and now that we’re separated, I still don’t hate you. In fact, my love for you had never changed but this unrewarding love is taking me down a dangerous path. So I cut Visa up - out of sight, out of mind. When we meet again, I'll love you much less.<br /><br />And then I’ve confessed to my other good friends, admitting my problem. I weakly needed more support from them and I was right, they were anything but supportive. WDAR and Easy Mama suggested to me to return all money to the bank upfront with their money to save on interest, then I'll return their money slowly. And I suggested to pay them interest in return, at an agreed rate, that’ll definitely save me heaps compared to the bank’s.<br /><br />I’m so touched by all my friends gesture. Kind words, motivational talk, sincere offers of help and genuine understanding. Once again, I’m so grateful for what I have in my life. Without you, I would’ve broken down and cry. At the same time, because I trust you as a good friend, I’ve opened myself up to you. I don’t care if you judge, laugh, roll your eyes or you think this is what I’ve to go through to learn, I am determined to get my finances right! <br /><br />After I clear my debts, I’ll start my base-building, as spoken about by Lili!Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-63099530326125188252011-04-06T23:51:00.004+10:002011-05-03T23:33:13.901+10:00Chen Wei ZhengHe was one year my senior in the class right across from mine. I don't remember the first time we spoke but I remembered him telling me he fell in love with me from a paper cutout on his class's wall. An article of mine was published in the local paper, with a photo of mine attached. Their class teacher got it posted on their wall. He said he liked my smile in the photo, and liked me even more after seeing me in person<br /><br />We became friends and we were on the phone a lot. I didn't like him that way, nothing like that. He was 12 at that time, a kid literally. So was I. Never once crossed my mind that a boy and a girl <span style="font-style:italic;">that</span> age could like each other more than just friends. I remembered him cycling to my house with his parent's mobile phone, ringing me at home to chat. <br /><br />God knows what happened to me with gold fish memory, all these just came right back into my head this afternoon. Nineteen years ago yet so blardy clear. I wonder where and how is he now. To be honest, I have very vague memory of his face. In hindsight, he was such a sweetheart. Oh well, one must be damn genuine when you're merely 12.<br /><br />So I was trying to get more information from Always Skinny but she turned out not to remember much, for once! I swear I would've texted Hitam Manis if she isn't holidaying in New Zealand currently. So there I go, went through about 500 out of 3500 people who "like" my school on Facebook. Ridiculous I know. Would be very lovely to see him again.Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-8074782730238708282011-04-05T11:18:00.002+10:002011-04-05T11:39:39.170+10:00I remembered there are more...Thank you God for giving me such kind friends, and thank you my friends for constantly looking out for me. There is no word to express how grateful and relieved I am to have such wonderful people in my life.<br /><br />Besides my wonderful family, who loves me unconditionally, whether by choice or not, I’m very blessed to have amazing friends in my life. They’ve been with me through thick and thin, laughed at my lame jokes, provided help when I was in need and protection when I fell.<br /><br />I remembered a year when I wanted to be back in Melbourne for Summadayze during my summer break - my friends established the Foundation for LL’s Summadayze. I bought the air ticket and had a fabulous time at Summadayze. I returned their money eventually but I wouldn’t have made it back without their generosity to begin with. One of them paid for half of the ticket and refused to take my money.<br /><br />I remembered a friend took us to Brisbane and Gold Coast with her frequent flyer points. We had a wonderful time despite the lack of sun and a little bit of hangover here and there. I am still reminiscing.<br /><br />I remembered I was moving home and it took me forever to finish packing up the kitchen and bathroom. A friend came over after dinner and packed my life away on my behalf, all in fifteen minutes. And got me moving, moving. Pun intended.<br /><br />I remembered how my mum wouldn’t let me drive to go out at night back home. Somehow my friends would always offer to come and get me and drive me home safely after. We partied like rockstars everytime and the fact that I live so damn far away isn’t an issue anymore.<br /><br />I remembered a friend wanted me to be at her wedding, and I wanted to be at the wedding too of course. One day, I received an e-ticket in my mailbox. I got myself a new dress and attended the memorable wedding which I would never ever wanted to miss. Spending that extra money on top of your luxurious wedding was very very much appreciated.<br /><br />I remembered another friend knew I was struggling with rent, bills and everything money-related yet I’ve committed to attend someone’s wedding in Seoul. This friend booked me a return air-ticket to Seoul using her frequent flyer points, and up until today, still not taking the money that I offered to pay her. <br /><br />I remembered the break-ups and heart-breaks I had gone through. There were friends come knocking on my door with food in hand, cheering me up and making me eat. And there are friends who had to deal with my constant phone calls, crying and ranting over the same bullshit. Man... I was a nightmare!<br /><br />I remembered there was a time where I missed my budget flight back to Melbourne because I was severely hungover. I was shitting myself because back then, I was still spending mummy’s money but a friend bought me a new one-way ticket to go home. Not only I stayed out of trouble with mum, I got to spend more time with family and friends in KL too.<br /><br />I remembered just too many times I was so broke I didn’t even have enough money to eat or to pay bills. These friends are always lending me money, I returned, and borrowed again. They’ve been so patient with me, I just don’t know what to say besides promising myself that this year, I’m gonna get my money right. Spend within my limit and clear my debts!<br /><br />I remembered my bestie bought me a ticket to go on holiday with her for my birthday. She said that way we both could have a good time, and explore different part of Australia together. It was way better than buying me another gift that I probably don’t need. Absolutely right and those Tasmanian experience will never be forgotten.<br /><br />I remembered friends who really do not mind taking me out, buying me drinks/meal because they really want us to spend time together. At many times I would say no because I really do feel like a free-loader. But I’ve learnt that this is what we do for friends. I’d have done the same for others when they are in need.<br /><br />I also remembered there was once I bought a whole chicken home and I got a panic-attacked after unwrapping it. I couldn’t deal with a dead animal in whole. I hyper-ventilated, rang a friend frantically and she turned up a few hours later to my rescue. She chopped the damn chicken up for me. <br /><br />So I am thinking, putting the under-payed job, constantly broke, can’t even afford my own home yet and the occasionally bad days aside, I’m actually living a really good life. I just have to say that I’m a very lucky person who has great family and friends and I know money can’t buy them!Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-7315419233178179362011-04-05T00:46:00.003+10:002011-04-05T00:51:37.082+10:00frozen memoryUnfortunately there are some memories that cannot be erased. The pain is just as palpable as when it first hit us. Curry asked me the other day if I am okay, and she is gonna be all ears if I'm ready to speak about it. Really, what is there to speak about? It's so over.<br /><br />Can't sleep from blocked nose, just hope tomorrow won't come so quickly for me...Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-19493297570517851192011-03-30T00:23:00.006+11:002011-04-01T01:21:16.968+11:00no resolution, it is happeningI don't know what triggered these changes. Whether I'm entering early mid-life crisis, pre-big-three crisis, broke to my bone crisis, or I am just a changed (refuse to use the word better) person. Gone are the days of mid-week drinking and going to work hungover. Since I came back from my holidays, which is merely three weeks and so, I've been living a relatively healthy life.<br /><br />I've just taken up running. Man... and I thought I couldn't run. I wouldn't say I can run now but at least I'm trying. 3.82km at the Tan Track two - three times a week. When I had a bad day at work, my body tells me I wanna run. Awesome way to de-stress I have to say - get some fresh air, sweat it all out and call it a day. I'm also back to Bikram yoga, just once or twice a week. I swear I don't want to turn into exercise-junkie, I just want to be healthy. I want big lungs.<br /><br />In fact, I started yoga end of last year with seven weeks hiatus pre, during and post holiday early this year. I still enjoy my alcohol, that's for sure. Like I had a great night out on Saturday, and after work drinks yesterday, then running on Sunday and today to offset the drinking. Yep, I've this theory, my Offset Theory. It's all about balance, today you go on detox, tomorrow you get yourself retoxed. Today I drink (and still looking) like a whale, tomorrow I get myself to sweat them all out. Make pretty good sense to me!<br /><br />Oh, now I remember what triggered my fitness regime! My beautiful mama friends! Yes, that's right! Many of my friends are new mummies now, some again. What I had noticed was the difference between active vs. inactive mothers. How easy vs. difficult they had gone through their pregnancy, labour and post-natal recovery. There's one thing in common for those mummies who didn't suffer from unpleasant symptoms - they are all very fit people. They exercised regularly before, during and after their pregnancy. As a result, whether that is related or it's just one of my theory, they recovered much quicker after labour, and of course, they fitted into their old denims much quicker too.<br /><br />So I was thinking, I should start exercising and prep my body for childbirth. Yes, you heard me right, I am prepping my body for childbirth and no, I am not in a relationship, I am no where near going to the sperm bank and I don't want kids now but I want to get myself ready in case I want my biological kids. Don't know when I'm ever gonna be in a relationship or when I'm ever gonna be ready for kids, there's no guessing right in life.<br /><br />That's one thing. Another things is I want to preserve my youth (now you can laugh)! I might be going through the "f*ck I'm 30!" anxiety. I wanna be forever young, inside out; outside in! As shallow as I sound, I want to look good! I seriously don't wanna be stick skinny, I'm over that. I just wanna be toned. That's what the old people always tell me, "my secret to looking the way I am now is to keep exercising and stay away from the sun". Haven't master the latter - got sunburn two weekends ago, ouch!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />I'm putting my hands together welcoming the new me in the new 2011. Going into the forth month already but this is my first post of the year so... Happy new year and happy new me. I'm ready to take on the world, the childbirth, the 30th and whatever that knocks on my door. Bring it on baby!Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-5898846493144601082010-12-16T23:15:00.002+11:002010-12-17T00:00:04.518+11:00I'm too old for chewiesIf a guy buys you a vodka cranberry lime and an older man buys you shots of Grey Goose, what can young boys offer while trying to chat you up? My answer is <span style="font-weight: bold;">chewing gum</span>!<br /><br />One night, two early 20s boys at two different venues (don't even ask how, why, where and please don't laugh in my face) chatted me up. And they both offered me chewies. That lead me to blowing my own breathe into my cupped palms to check if I smelled bad. I did a couple of times and NO, I did not smell bad. So why offered me those damn chewies? Since when it is acceptable to pick a girl up with chewies? Perhaps not in my era, as much as I hate to admit. I accepted the chewies from the both of them, and put them in my mouth (note: I do not chew gum unless I'm at rave parties). I either didn't want to say no, or I didn't wanna <span style="font-style:italic;">be</span> old.<br /><br />The latter has been texting me and yes, I gave him my number. What happened prior to giving him my number need not be mentioned. So Button has been asking me out, and I'm feeling so blardy embarrassed! Never have I felt this way in my life because I never had to deal with 21-year-olds. If you know me, I always have a thing for wrinkles + dimples. What was bothering me is that he doesn't know my age hence I cannot hang out with this Button, not even just as friends. Because I fear the embarrassment of letting him know that I'm not as <span style="font-style:italic;">young</span> as he thought/wished I was.<br /><br />It got me thinking... Will I ever come to an age where I lie about my age? I've always preached that age is just a number game, there shall not be lies. But as people around me are getting younger and I am only getting older, what number am I? Just to be clear, I did not lie about my age to Button, I just did not deny whatever he assumed, bad enough I know. I never understood why people lie about their age until today. I've yet found words to explain. Anyway, I've decided to be truthful with the number, which means I have to go missing from the young boys. What happened to my wrinkly + dimpled men? Where are they when I want them?<br /><br />Curry was teasing me that it's a joke that they thought I was about their age. I cannot agree more. That is also one of the many problems with young boys, they make BAD judgment. Inexperienced and they offer you chewies! Enough said, please get me a Grey Goose on the rocks already!Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-86793264756984295562010-11-12T17:26:00.003+11:002010-11-12T17:35:30.013+11:00what's left in you without service?In life, it is extremely hard to totally avoid making mistakes. I believe, however, it is not what wrong you’ve done, but it is how you handle your mistakes, in this case, other people’s mistakes.<br /><br />Last week, Mimi and I explored the eateries at Commercial Road in Prahran, namely Mandala and Gaijin. It was either they were really unprofessional, or luck wasn’t with us on both nights.<br /><br />First, it was Mandala. There was a hair in our curry. It was thick, short and curly. You know what we associate that kinda hair with, don’t ya? Gross! So we called for the waitress, told her about it, she sent her supervisor, she said she’ll make us another one. We said it’s okay, we don’t feel like eating anymore. Everything was fine. Then I took a photo of that hair sticking out of the meat. The tanned-skin-size 18-manager, gave me a dirty look from across the counter. Then they came over to take away our plates in the rudest possible way you could imagine, with faces black like squid ink. Duh!!! If you served food with hair in food to your customer, you expect your customer to snap a photo of it as souvenir. After all, we couldn’t eat the food, getting a photo as souvenir wasn’t too much to ask for, was it?!<br /><br />The following night, we ventured to Gaijin on the same stretch for their all-you-can-eat sushi/sashimi dinner. Whether the food was good or was it value for money aside, they tried to kill me. In one of their rolls, there was a super sharp plastic sticking out from it. Oh yes, it was in their soft shell crab maki. So I examined it with my finger, making sure that it’s something hazardous. I called for the waitress, and I told her what happened. She glanced over to the maki and told me that was soft shell crab. This time, I gave her my dirtiest look and shafted the plate to her face and ask her to touch it. She then took away the rolls, without a word of sorry, without any explanation and off she just went! What the hell, seriously? Couldn’t you just apologize?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf7vS_lFYIhI4WlG85F4BH6mVoevC6f2jRsk3TrZthEOskxRbLUOnD_Xr0J0kkrhJZzhlQKmlH0UPxJi3QgvpyTKV1P7Mk_IJT8Aa7KOHwbhVivAQOGobT4mBTBQ6rG1eo75U3/s1600/IMG00230-20101104-1939.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf7vS_lFYIhI4WlG85F4BH6mVoevC6f2jRsk3TrZthEOskxRbLUOnD_Xr0J0kkrhJZzhlQKmlH0UPxJi3QgvpyTKV1P7Mk_IJT8Aa7KOHwbhVivAQOGobT4mBTBQ6rG1eo75U3/s320/IMG00230-20101104-1939.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538546378400318338" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">If I ate this, I would've been taken to the hospital, seriously!!!</span></div></span><br />Unbelievable! I cannot believe these people. You’re in the service industry, service is all you could offer. All I asked for was a simple apology. Honestly, if it was me, I would’ve made something up like “we’re very sorry, we’ve got some new staff in the kitchen, they must’ve made a mistake”. If you’re not smart enough to come up with an excuse, just keep apologizing, for God’s sake!<br /><br />My take on Mandala and Gaijin is that they are dirty and the staff are either rude or dumb, or both! It’s not important anymore whether the food was yummy because I’m definitely not stepping foot in there again. And you know what? I had diarrhoea after Mandala and Mimi had the same thing after Gaijin, coincident much?Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-92167443557853845922010-09-29T23:16:00.007+10:002010-09-29T23:43:42.556+10:00I'm supposed to be a tad stronger nowWhat doesn't kill you will make you stronger. Really? Seriously?<br /><br />How do you explain my recurring gastro? That hit me hard 3.5 weeks ago, and hit me even harder yesterday. Holy crap... I was literally puking my guts out all day. Anything that went down my throat came straight back out via the same path within 2 minutes. My temperature was going up and down like a swing and the room was spinning around me. I felt freaking pathetic and apparently, I looked very pathetic too! No doubt about that.<br /><br />So I left work early to go home. But really, I was too sick to even drive yet I was wayyy too tight to cab home and of course, to cab back to work the following day. So I clenched my teeth, and off I drove home. After a quick shower and checked my temperature, I was in bed for the next 15 hours. I had a bit of fever but it didn't really bother me, all I wanted was for me to stop throwing up and feeling sick. Mind you, my electric blanket was on full blast till the early hours. I woke up this morning feeling light-headed (probably because I hadn't had food/water in the last 37 hours) and had a headache (had to be from severe dehydration!). I made myself some plain congee and went to work after.<br /><br />I missed having someone last night. My mum, a sibling, a boyfriend, a housemate, a visitor, a whatever. I miss my family from time to time but at times like this is when I "physically" missed them. I guess that's my price to pay for living by myself, besides the ridiculous rent. At the end of the day, regardless of how dizzy I was feeling, I still drove myself home. Whether I like it or not, I still have to come home from work and clean up the mess in the kitchen from the morning before. And I had to cook myself food which I've hardly touched because I've zero appetite.<br /><br />Sucks to be sick! I hope I'll never get sick again, never ever please... Alright, a cough and a sneeze here and there are fine!Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-12640050618133495722010-09-01T02:08:00.002+10:002010-09-01T02:32:26.767+10:00just another three daysI seriously don't wanna go to work tomorrow. Work has been a huge mess in the last eight weeks. I've lost all motivation and found myself not much of a purpose being there. Reporting to people who don't know what they are doing is just frustrating. <br /><br />Good news is that I've gotten a new job and I've resigned from this current sh1thole. Three more working days and I'm done. I'm so done!!! To be fair, the bosses are really nice people, as well as other managers. Unfortunately, the person that I've to report to is a walking doll who doesn't do jack sh1t besides making sure that she gets to her hair and massage appointments on time. You get what I mean, don't you?<br /><br />Anyway, I'm really excited about new job. Not exactly what I wanna do yet but I'm another step closer. I'm so grateful to have thoughtful people around me who never stopped helping me in my career, namely Kimchi and Coldie. In fact, Kimchi hooked me up with last job and this upcoming job. I owe her a big kimchi meal I guess. And Coldie was helping me in many different ways too, as well as giving me really good reference.<br /><br />Speaking of Coldie. I've been hearing a lot of things about her. People back-stabbing her; how she's a real bitch in the industry, etc. They are probably true, but Coldie has never been mean to me. She's probably been using me too but hey, this is the real world and we're not in that "circle" for fun. So yes, Coldie has my loyalty. She has done the right thing for me, and she has my loyalty. I am not saying that she is a wonderful person with ethic and moral but I am saying she has never done me wrong, so I am not to dislike her. In some way, Coldie has taken me to where I am today in the shortest time and I appreciate that.<br /><br />Almost half past two in the morning and my eyes are as wide as they can be. Apparently it is raining outside. My kinda weather but right now, I don't feel romantic or sexy at all. All I could feel is resentment at having to work tomorrow. Sigh... three more days, I can do it right? Right? Right! Aaarrgghhh!!!Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-82706368970104504872010-07-18T20:59:00.004+10:002010-07-19T18:50:20.319+10:00I like the way you hate me.Once upon a time, a boy and a girl fell in love. Madly, happily in love. They were so happy, everything was beautiful in their world. It was surreal. They saw sunshine in gloomy days. They found zest in yucky food. They giggled to crap movies. I guess we all feel this way when you fall in love, life turns into fairytale and you take<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">happily ever after</span> for granted.<br /><br />However, like many many other real life story, <span style="font-style: italic;">happily ever after</span> almost never come true. We fall out of love. We cheat. We lie. We found love again... in other places. Then get yourself ready for the hardest part - being dissed.<br /><br />Every line I said doesn't sound right to you anymore. My voice put your ears in pain. I am a negative person. I am a meanie. I am sarcastic. I am shallow. I have bad taste. I am... Really? Seriously? I am poisonous. My words are poisonous, and so are yours! What happened to love is what you've got left after you've fallen out of love?? There's no love, no forgiveness or acceptance for us here. No pity either.<br /><br />I know, I know, when you're in love, he's cute and adorable even when he farts. And when you've fallen out of love, the way he chews his steak shits you to the core. So here we are, trying to do all we could to be the better person, trying to make friends but you know what, every word from me was wrong. Everything that I had ever suggested was negative. I am the bad person now.<br /><br />These hurt more than the breakup. And when this happen, we know we've made the right decision, because this person is not good enough for us. Time for you to get back to the game, the playground is waiting for you.Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-3882494462953464672010-06-17T22:19:00.003+10:002010-06-17T22:44:30.800+10:00I am aunty one more time!Our bundle has arrived. Everyone at home is overjoyed. I'm so excited to be aunty one more time. At the same time, I'm feeling a little <span style="font-style: italic;">left out</span>, because I'm not able to be home with them. It is no doubt my choice to live abroad, I know. Yet at occasions as such, I just wish I'm home.<br /><br />Am I missing out? Am I? I love my life here, and I'm not just talking about having fun with mates, wining and dining and all. I mean, living a life where I work for what I get to enjoy. Having to ponder over what to have for dinner instead of going home to dinner already prepared. Having to make myself clean and wash although my body is crying for rest. I feel <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">real</span></span>. I like feeling under pressure to do better and faster. I like to know that I need to make more in order for me to spend even more. I'm gratified to see that I could actually do it, although I really should be at a better position now, making more moolah to go on more holidays and buy more diamonds, handbags, shoes and essentially, a place called home!<br /><br />Anyway, it was one of those days where you've mixed emotion. Happy was an understatement. Ecstatic + excited + homesick. That's what it is.<br /><br />All at the same time, I'm feeling scared. I'm scared that my family will slowly forget about me. I'm worried that they'll love me less and less as time goes by. I panicked when the thought of my Rice Angel will grow up to not including me in her life. I don't want to be an outsider, because I am part of them, I am in it and I want to be in it.<br /><br />I miss home. I wanna go home, just for a bit though, because I am not done with Melbourne. As selfish as I can be, I do want the best of both world.Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-42552012884133794072010-05-20T23:53:00.004+10:002010-05-21T00:08:03.844+10:00I'll curse you till I get tired, bitch!My maid deserves a cheating husband that gives her warts and all kind of STD you can name in the world! Aaarrgghh!!!<br /><br />She was with us for two years, we've been nothing but wonderful to her. Treated her like part of our family. My mum often bought her clothes, took her to our family outings and always forgiving for whatever mistakes she had done. But God has proven to us again that being nice to others do not mean that you'll be treated the same.<br /><br />Last month, she went back to Indonesia for holiday. We bought her the return air tickets, my mum gave her gifts for her family and lent her a mobile phone with a roaming sim card. She was meant to be back a few days ago but she rang and said that her passport was taken away by their custom officer, hence she missed her flight. She said she was gonna come back and she needed money to buy a new air ticket. So my mum TT her a few hundred Ringgit right away.<br /><br />Then that fucking ungrateful bitch went missing! She wasn't contactable for a few days until today, my mum rang again and guess what? Her sister picked up the call and told us that she's married three fucking days ago. Pffft! Sometimes I wonder, is my mum treating the maids too well, that they end up taking her for granted? I don't know but I am sure karma is so coming to bite the slut on her back, she better wear another layer of pants!Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-57795511085886352692010-05-20T01:01:00.002+10:002010-05-20T02:06:15.574+10:00making my way backFirst, I've cleaned the cobweb as suggested by Mrs P. Then, I'm putting my fingers to exercise. Other than working, cooking and entertaining my visitors from overseas that never, AND I MEAN NEVER, stopped coming to Melbourne, I haven't been doing much in the past four and a half months that I've gone virtually missing. Of course, I am active on Facebook and Twitter (please blame it on Twitter actually). I haven't even read my friends' blogs, none of them.<br /><br />Dancing in the summer rain on New Year Day was just a couple of weeks ago, wasn't it? Ops... summer rain has long gone, hello to winter breeze instead.<br /><br />A lot has changed in these months. Two friends are mummy now. Diana's little bundle is so adorable I'm so gonna kidnap her home one day while Di isn't watching. Sasha is popping next month if everything goes according to schedule. And good news today, which the psychic in me already knew, someone is 10 weeks pregnant. Congratulations, you know who you are. Hurry up, get over the puking then start booking yourself a photographer to take some semi-nude photos! Also, a very good mate is engaged, I'm so happy for her, wish came true. It's really heart-warming to know that your friends are truly happy and contented with where they are right now.<br /><br />I have good news too. I got promoted but hold on, I am still underpay. You can call it Title Inflation - you get a great title, but shit pay. I do have my reasons of staying in the company besides it is a great learning opportunity and I'm considerably happy. I need to learn as much as possible in the shortest time frame. Oh well, I've no money to start my own business so I guess the best is to climb the career ladder at the moment.<br /><br />I'm getting my regular two days a week rest now, no more working six days a week or my old seventeen consecutive days kinda crazy thing. Thank god tomorrow I've no work. I kinda like to split my off days as I find it more productive compared to two days in a row. I wouldn't keep thinking I've tomorrow to get things done so today I'll just do jack shit and when tomorrow comes, I regret not doing anything yesterday. Besides, isn't it great to work for two days and have one day off, then another three days and you tell yourself "Yay! No work tomorrow!" But because I'm running the show for the moment, I get work calls even on my day-off, or sometimes in the morning on my very precious sleep-in days. Honestly, I'm so not used to this but I guess I've no choice at the moment. Hope things would be better at work soon.<br /><br />I've been having weird dreams of late. Twice with myself getting a Caesarean; of a tower collapsing; of strange people that I've never met before, doing strange things in strange places. And of my Dad. They're probably the best dreams. Oh, did I tell you my Dad saved my life last month? I was making soup in the evening, I had a long and tiring day. And I went to bed totally forgotten about the soup. At some point I was dreaming of my Dad and because I dreamt of him, I was slightly woken up and was tossing my body in bed when I smelled something was burning. In a very blurry state, I couldn't recognize whether that smell came from the kitchen or my dream. It took me probably a few minutes to remember about the soup, so I got up and went to the kitchen and of course, the fire was on. I turn it off and went back to sleep. The following morning when I checked, everything in the pot was burnt to ashes, EVERY FREAKING THING including the chicken carcass! I wouldn't have woken up for that 2 seconds if I didn't dream of Him, or if He came into my dreams an hour later, that would've set the fire alarm off.<br /><br />I believe that He's still watching over me. He gives me strength when I'm weak. He gives me courage when I'm in doubt. And He will not stop loving.<br /><br />Sweet dreams people. Let's see where my dreams take me to tonight, xoxoLucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-80992720765877726732010-01-08T21:07:00.002+11:002010-01-08T22:19:39.169+11:00got milk? say NO!I've rashes, dermatitis allergies Olga (my homoepath) said this afternoon. How I started going <span style="font-style: italic;">natural, </span>believing in naturopathy and homoepathy happened about ten years ago. I was introduced to this so-called doctor by a friend when I was suffering from this chronic cough for more than a month. He eased my pain within 24 hours. Then he performed his magic again with completely curing my eczema - which I had since I was a baby - from the <span style="font-style: italic;">root</span>. In the last 10 years I was eczema-free. For those who have no allergies-related skin condition, you will have no idea how painful that could get. So, like adopting a new religion, I've abandoned the old steroid creams, antibiotics, painkillers, anti-histamines, cold and flu tablets, cough syrups, and all sorts of drugs/chemicals <span style="font-weight: bold;">we</span> believe would only suppress our illness and not treating from its root.<br /><br />Last Saturday, rashes came to wish me happy new year, damn it! I look absolutely disgusting right now, because I couldn't stop myself from scratching the rashes WHEN I'M SLEEPING! Look, I've been very disciplined while I'm awake, by using diluted apple cider vinegar to stop the itch and aloe vera gel to soothe the skin. In these high thirty degrees day, yours truly is too embarrassed to wear anything sleeveless in fear of being seen as the woman with deadly skin disease. This is double depression for me.<br /><br />Now I HAVE to eat much more healthily. It's true, these two weeks I've been eating rubbish! I've been so drained from all these Christmas and New Year celebrations, even more I've to work through the festive season besides the actual days, I have been mistreating my body with bad eating. I've been feeding myself all these junk food, fast food and frozen food, no wonder my skin rallies for nutrients! I am f*cking upset with these rashes but in a way it is good because my body is reacting to whatever that I'm allergic to, and to me being malnutrition. These are all natural. Who would think a person like me with the size of a baby whale is malnutrition. I chuckled at that term when it came out from Olga's mouth.<br /><br />So she said I'm corrupted. Because I love dairy - my cheddar and camembert and Danish blue and brie and yoghurt in the morning and mozzarella in every possible dish I cook. I'm asian and dairy is not in our diet traditionally. Apparently, asians never suffered from osteoporosis until they were "corrupted". <span style="font-style: italic;">Hello dairy, hello osteoporosis, and hello bad skin!</span> Yes, there's calcium in milk but our body doesn't absorb much from it, instead more problems are created. She's not the first, nor the second but the forth person who told me to stop taking dairy. Everyone of them including a renowned dermatologist explained to me in their own ways with their own reasons. I totally buy them, I understand and I believe, but my love for the pungency of blue, the spicy-ness of vintage cheddar, the chewiness of mozzarella and softness of double brie is hard to cease. Today, Olga said to me milk is not for human, they are for cows! Very well said. The dermatologist told me milk is from pregnant cows that are raging with hormones. HORMONES. Okay, so I've to start all over again with my extremely-low-dairy diet. I'm allowed to have a treat now and then, sigh... so depressing (again!).<br /><br />Fingers crossed I'll <span style="font-weight: bold;">look</span> better soon, as in tomorrow morning because it's 36 degrees tomorrow, it will be wonderful if I'm granted the option of wearing a strappy summer dress to work and meet some friends for drinks afterwards. Otherwise, I'll be cursing all the way till I'm fully recovered! 41 degrees Monday, hope that will change over the weekend. It's not good when it's too hot, dangerous. I solemnly pray for no bushfire, more rain to come, and smooth skin tomorrow morning, please...Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-12547638946104176202010-01-08T02:14:00.003+11:002010-01-08T02:42:49.255+11:00there's a tearIt was a long hiatus. Blame it on Twitter, or I'm just solely lazy. I've read on a friend's blog before (I don't remember who) all his entries are depressing, because he/she only writes when he's unhappy. I kind of understand what he meant. Because sometimes when you're feeling blue, you do not know how to make yourself feel better besides writing. For one, I'm not good at sharing misery in real life.<br /><br />Yes, I'm feeling very much under the weather but I'll get over it.<br /><br />So it's a new year, actually, a new decade. It's a new beginning and I could almost feel it in my skin that all good things are about to happen. I'm all hyped up for the new year, looking forward to better career opportunities, new adventures, better lifestyle, tip-top health condition, and all things positive. I do, I really do. And I know it's gonna happen but sometimes, just these very small fraction of times that would make me lie in bed and cry. This part of me who is so bad with letting go and getting over grief. And then I ask myself - f*ck, am I depressed? I think I'm just damaged and this piece of damaged goods likes the pain; because pain makes her feel that He's near her, everything is fresh and new and He hasn't gone too far for too long.<br /><br />Enough said, I'm screwed because as everyone is moving on with life and embracing the happier moments, this very small part of me is stuck in the past. Ironically, I've no issue sharing with you here, neither do I have issue admitting it but I just do not want to talk about it to anyone.<br /><br />It does feel good letting my fingers do the work. I'm feeling better now, tears are dry, nose is cleared. Have I also told you that I really appreciate those of you who read this space, who knows when I'm depressed, who leaves me message but never ever bring it up in person when I see you? Thank you. We shall keep it that way, xoxoLucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29884616.post-63594389869733010382009-09-09T09:58:00.003+10:002009-09-09T10:43:51.624+10:00food vs rotting at homeI'm home from another holiday to a (still) cold and wet Melbourne. Spring is here but the weather sure isn't. I wouldn't complain though, I love it cold. Mt Hutt was a small mountain but long runs and dry powder snow made up for it. We had a ball on the slopes but felt cheated because we lost 1.5 days of skiing as the mountain was closed due to bad weather. I'm thinking of doing a mid-week at Falls if the snow condition is still good, and also depends on which days I get off work.<br /><br />What is worth a mention is that I wasn't sore at all after skiing this time. I supposed all these cycling and Bikram yoga are doing my body good! I used to get bad muscle sore all over after an intense day of skiing except in Japan (thanks to the amazing healing/relaxing power of the onsen). This time, I woke up every morning like my body had not done any sport. I really should TRY to keep up my fitness level at all times.<br /><br />Christchurch is a quiet little city with absolutely revolting retail window display. Sorry, I couldn't help but noticed they have the ugliest window display I've seen for a long time. Other than that, I actually quite like this city, despite the fact that most things closed too early and food was pretty ordinary. I even managed to spent all my KL-trip expenses on clothes! Honestly, clothes in NZ (I'm not talking about Karen Walker kinda clothes) are pretty shit but I managed to find a lot of nice ones from Max. I came home with a whole new wardrobe, very exciting!<br /><br />With only 3 nights in Christchurch, we managed to discover some hidden laneways without the help of guidebooks. SOL square was easy to find as it was the "must-visit" place with lots of street art, fancy restaurants and bars. That's where I got drunk and made friends with some locals. We also found another hidden laneway, that took us to a stretch of European-style bars and cafe, including a Russian vodka bar. I'm sure there are more to discover about Christchurch but really, 3 nights were enough for this trip.<br /><br />Started work the day after I got back. It's good to be back at work. I almost forgot that I don't get paid when I don't work, that's really, really sad. Getting a day off today and I'm thinking of going to Mt Dandenongs for food. Should I, or shouldn't I?Lucky Lazy Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18187399354626637362noreply@blogger.com0