70 kg > Mun's Weight < 80 kg
(Disclaimer: First, read carefully. It is not MUM'S weight, but MUN'S weight. Secondly, Resemblance to anyone, or anything, alive, dead or in between, is coincidental. If you habour bad feelings against me for it. I can only say... TOO BAD!)


Its for the umpteenth in 5 days, and counting, that there must be a comment passed about my weight. Classic examples of such commentary went about whether this (my weight) was what I felt best for myself, to complete lifting of the entry (dated Oct 28, 2003).

I decided that something must be done. Thus, I'm blogging.

Nothing to hide, if the last time you saw me was in 2001, I hope the impression, image and size remained that way in your mind. I shan't describe how I was then. Let' not leave too many people in disbelief.

I used to wonder why my classmates of 2000, when they meet me now, do not recognize me. They simply walked past without noticing anythin; or staring at me, and moving on.

I thought I became detested/ detestful after parting with them.

Oh well, allow me to give you some entertaining background. Believe it or not, I used to be a thin, scrawny and thin, tall guy. My then-classmates used to buy me 1 Snickers, or Mars bar EVERYDAY! And it didn't have much effect on me. My teachers complained that I was too skinny, 'eat more' used to be a common phrase I hear.

Nothing to hide, as I already mentioned...

Today, I need to lose 7 kilos by the end of the year. Somehow I feel that the Mars and Snickers (which I prefered the latter), accumulated, and exploded lately.

Now, onto the battle plan on how I would shed 7 kilos by the end of this year. Of course, my friends, how could I do it without you helping me? With your comments being my motivation to lose weight, your incentives as great.

Here's the Plan A; for those who has endlessly been commenting on how fat I am. Since so much has been transpired, for every 1 kilo I lose, you pass me $10. At the end of the year, with the 7 kilos I lose, we'd go for a great nice dinner?

At least, I get to look good during Christmas, and have someone to blame when all the weight had been 're-attached' on my body.

As usual, most Plan As don't work.

Honestly, 7 kilos were/is easy. It's easy to put on, but shedding it, is another issuea all together.

Thanks for the comments, now, I really need your help as to what I could do.

Suggestions, please?

Mayday

Christmas Wishlist

Isn't it amazing that the Christmas light-up on Orchard Road is already up? I'm seriously beginning to wonder where did my 2003 disappear to.

Shopping for presents is something that we all do over this period of time. We always wish we knew what each other really wanted, and that would help so much, saving so much time, knowing exactly what you'd have to simply buy for him/her.

Yet, in all our politeness, it is deemed rude (even when asked!!), to tell someone what you really wanted for Christmas.

No, I'm not saying that all these years of gifts to me wasn't appreciated, or unwanted, but then if we all went about with our mates, directly telling them what you want for Christmas, you won't find your gift given away on Boxing day.

I also cannot deny that it is very often the thought that counts, but how often do you remember that thought? Or does it make sense to have a fridge in Iceland just because of Aunty Jane's goodwill?

That item, would bear a greater significance to me, when I specifically remember who went all out to get me that very gift.

This Christmas, I've decided that giving must be different. It must be an intentional and purposeful gift that compliments, and doesn't become a white elephant in my room. I reckon, one (which is me), is enough.

Wouldn't it be easier to shop this way too?

Hmmm... This Christmas, I would like...

... a Palm m505/m515,
... a new Nokia 6610 white casing (mine's cracked!),
... a Mini Hi-Fi set to replace the v. old one in my room,
... a Voucher at Starbucks,
... a Book voucher,
... a New Scrabble Set (magnetic, travel),
... some nice pairs of running shorts (I need to lose weight!)
... a nice pair of Fila Running Shoes,
... to have a Secondary School mates reunion!,
... a new Nokia 6610 battery,
... a new Shasha,

Looks like that, which I think I would gladly update on.

On the other side of the coin, I worry, can't help but worry if I sound like some brat demanding of this Christmas to be my way. This is not any exclusive list of things you can only buy, I gladly welcome and appreciate your kindest thoughts, remembering me in this season of giving. And I love it all, as special.

Most importantly, this Christmas, I would really love some time for my family, my brother and my close friends. Somehow in all the hussle of last minute shopping for whatever the reason, we replace our good intentions with a shower of gifts, but the lost of company.

I only needed your company, and it would warm my heart.

Seasons' Greetings.

"The irony about perfection, is that, it is the very admission of it that makes it imperfect again."

Piak!

Everytime I hear a 'piak' sound, my heart misses a beat, or two; my mind wonders, 'sheesh! What is it this time, that snapped?!' Its an unmistakable sound of something snapping in the midst of pressure applied to it. (ok, does this sound like your physics textbook?)

An unforgettable experience of the infamous 'piak' sound was a couple of weeks ago, my phone, when crushed ACCIDENTALLY against a pole, snapped its screen. Nevertheless, mates around me has asked time and again, 'Oh my, what happened to your screen?!' or the other more painful statement, yet obvious one would be, 'Oh my, isn't this a new phone?!'

Wasn't it obvious, like really obvious that it is a NEW phone that was launched RECENTLY in the market, and isn't it more obvious that it cracked, and I didn't draw over it or something?!

I found it hard explaining what actually happened, the entire scenario, and how it was my carelessness, or perhaps a design flaw of the chair with a judding pole, the caused the accident. Yet I appreciated my friends for asking, choosing to believe that it was their sincerity to find out what was happening to me, and not what other stunts I've been trying to do with my phone.

Another heart-wrenching time when I hear the piak sound in public is when I see a parent hitting a child publicly, against the fleshier parts of the body.

Allow me to relate an incident I saw the other day, vividly remember...

A mother was slapping the child, hitting the legs and whacking the daylights out of the child, who had already cried to a point where tears were all over her face, but yet had dried eyes.

"'Piak, piak... piak!' FINISH YOUR MILK!!"

My heart ached. I ended up chatting with the mother briefly, understanding that this is what the child goes thro for 2 hours every feeding time, 4 feeding times a day.

Before being able to establish contact point and chat with the mother, members of the public was already telling me to call the police. I was upset. Not just by the sight of a child, helplessly being whacked, but how the public reacted.

They stood, they watched, they commented, they left. I rebutted a member of the public, when she told me to call the police, 'Does it solve the problem?'

I asked the mother, doesn't it pain you to always have to whack your child each time she feeds? Her reply was quick, swift and sure, 'Yes, but it hurts me more that the child doesn't finish her milk.' By then, the mother was clearly stressed, tired, frustrated, and in pain.

'Piak', when you hear it on your very own child, inflicted by your hands, is not just the flesh of the beaten that hurt, but it too, slaps the heart of the disciplinarian.

How can one parallel the snapping of a parent, who unquestionably has the best intention for the child, but just unable to express as well as others do; to the snapping of a treasured object?

Yet, I couldn't help but see the similarity of public disciplining of children by desparate parents who felt disempowered and had lost control of the child, ultimately themselves to the rage; thus snapping, and the snapping of my phone under undue pressure that it was put through. That they both snap under great pressure/duress.

Parents are humans too. They were never borned with the knowledge and know-hows to be parents of kids. Yet they try, giving their best, with loving intentions, but at times drastic actions for the child. Children in their youth, egocentrically believes the world exist around them, frustrating the 'ever-giving, always-loving' parents more. How unappreciative!

But I have learnt, when the mother said...' but it hurts me more that the child doesn't finish her milk' that she had the interest of the child at heart, having enough to grow. Why would she spend money feeding her, when its so frustrating anyhow? Why spend money on torturing herself by going thro' feeding again?

And so each time I hear the 'piak' sound, I remember the snapping point of many parents, put into the deep end of parenthood; struggling, to give their best to their children, with the greatest love, of all.