A week or so ago, I read this article about how if you are dining with someone who is overweight you eat more, which in other words is bad for you. I don’t accept the study as conclusive but essentially the results seem to point to one thing, don’t go out and eat with overweight people. Being fat myself, when I read more into the study it basically felt like based on the findings, I should just do my friends/family and the world a favour and just eat all my meals alone. Because life isn’t challenging as a fat person as it is. I am really curious to know what the person that conceptualised this study thought of before undertaking it. There are so many other things/issues that could have been studied but know, the effects of fat people on eating patterns seemed to take priority over those. I am sure that humanity is going to greatly benefit by these findings which just adds to the negativity that overweight people already face.

I just started thinking about it again because over deepavali, one of our neighbours that came to our house for lunch decided to give me advice on my weight. I mean seriously? But I guess that just comes with the territory of being fat, everyone is volunteering dieting tips. Sometimes its really ridiculous. My ex-boss, who was on a low carb diet at the time (low carb but high fat, don’t know how that works out as healthy), told me I was eating too much sugar one morning when I was having breakfast. I was having a fruit salad which consisted of kiwi, orange and grapes. That’s another thing about being overweight, everything you eat is scrutinised. If you eat too little, you are assumed to be watching you eat or on a diet. If you eat too much, you are judged.

Then there’s shopping. Especially in my case where I live in a country where the average size (of a woman) is probably a UK size 6.  Shopping here is really a pain for me. It wasn’t so bad in Australia but here if you are over a UK size 12, don’t even bother, just sit at home with a tub of ice cream. I think even size 12s may have issues shopping in Singapore. Okay fine, there are places you can find some clothes but most of the time those stores (overseas brands) are exorbitantly priced.  And of course they don’t seem to make gym clothes here at all for fat people. Because we all know overweight people won’t ever need or want to buy clothes to exercise in, right? I am relegated to my old school (secondary school/junior college) P.E. shorts and t-shirts to exercise in. Fun times.

Okay fat rant over. Enjoy the video below.

Still breathing

It’s been a challenging day. Well challenging few actually. I have reached some of the lowest of lows, wondering what the hell the point is of this bloody existence. But let’s take a look bad at the positives. I got to bake. Made some cookies and mini cupcakes which was fairly therapeutic. The weather today was good, it rained hence it’s been cooler. Yeah that’s about it.

Tomorrow is a new day though. It’s deepavali in fact. I have a nice new sari to wear and have some old friends coming over. I shall just focus on that.

A picture and a quote


This week, Hindus worldwide will celebrate a festival called deepavali (or diwali). This post is not about that. While I was out shopping for deepavali decorations with my father, about 2-3 weeks ago, I took this picture (above). I am really proud of the photo, it’s colourful and makes me smile. I feel like it didn’t get enough attention on instagram so I decided to post it here. :D

On a very different, almost opposite note, I came across a quote that caught my attention and wanted to posted it here. (Yes, if you couldn’t tell by my earlier post I am really, extremely, super bored :p).

“I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.”— Emilie Autumn


Lonely weekend

It’s been a quiet weekend so far (it’s only Saturday morning). Not much activity on WhatsApp and other IM-ing apps that I have. Which is making me feel a little alone. To the point I have been messaging old friends to ask how they’ve been. Don’t judge me, I am an introvert but I need a little bit of attention okay? :p Not much response though, so here I am blogging about it. What else can I do? I am probably going to end up having a Tinder relapse and download the app again. Will probably regret doing it but hey, it’ll keep me entertained.

The best thing to do if you’re as bad at stuff as this dog is at catching a ball


Had to reblog this. I did something this morning that has bruised my ego/pride a bit and this post helped me a gain a tiny bit of perspective. Not to mention it was incredibly well written.

Originally posted on Steve and Jon's best things:

Look at this.

dog misses ball

Look at it again.

dog misses ball

Does it seem familiar?

Things start off so well – full of promise. You spring off the ground with all the vigour of youth. But you quickly realise that you’ve been too eager. You’re going to miss the target.

You crash down to the earth, welcomed by the familiar thud of failure.

You suck at life, friend.


I think the best thing about dogs is that they are relentlessly enthusiastic. They love stuff so much. If you give them a biscuit, you just know that you’ve made their wildest dreams come true.

You can’t even say the word walk around them. You have to spell it out, otherwise they do this:

walk the dog

This is a dog that is comfortable showing his emotions.

And when a dog makes a mistake, like maybe he runs into a wall or drools on somebody’s tax forms, he…

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One way street

Remember John? Well damn Facebook kept bringing him up the last couple of days, and I have been tirelessly liking his posts like an online stalker. What else can you do when you’re bored and lonely? The thing about me that I have noticed is that whenever I have “a thing” (you can call it crush, being smitten, whatever) for someone, I, for some strange reason turn super aloof around them. Even if we were on friendly terms before, I tend to go into this weird mode where if I see them coming I turn and run the other direction, or contemplate hiding under the table. If I am forced to be around them I make minimal eye contact and barely acknowledge their presence. Why do I do that? I don’t know.

With John though, it was different. I had already made an ass of myself a bunch of times with him around. So I decided to be a little more friendly and sociable. I figured I couldn’t make a bigger fool of myself than I already had, and was a little bolder. Got me to Facebook friend level which I know is not much. I have to say though, at that time, when I saw the friend request, I had pretty much planned our future together, wondering what to name our kids and started dreaming of what my life would be like in Africa. At that stage all I knew was that he was from the continent, wasn’t sure which country (it is Kenya in case anyone is wondering). We could have been so good together. <insert dramatic sigh> :D

Seems to be a theme with me, unrequited feelings. Who knows maybe someday it won’t just be one way. Till then, it’s back to stalking John on Facebook. :p

The Block

Who would have thought that a season finale of a reality competition, which was super dramatic and where the team you were rooting for won, could make you feel like almost crying (not happy tears, just to be clear). I love the block, I especially loved this season because for once none of the couples/contestants were super annoying. How could it end on such a low? Damn channel 9, couldn’t you have done anything to make it a happier ending?

P.S. For anyone wondering, it’s an Australian TV show and I am a day late posting this because I only get the show hear a day later.

Dating apps, Buzzfeed quizzes and laser tag

There was a brief period of time that I had Tinder on my phone. I had heard a few success stories and was bored (okay fine and a bit lonely). It was a useless app. Not to mention horribly superficial. I have to say though, it was kind of entertaining :p.  The app pretty much shook my faith in humanity somewhat and well, the hope that I may ever meet a decent man. But that might just be men in general, I shouldn’t blame the app should I?

I was at my cousin’s place yesterday and we started doing buzzfeed quizzes. We started doing those “which character” on whatever show/movies quizzes and guess what? I kept getting characters that died.  For example, I got George from Grey’s Anatomy (kind of predicted that one) and Rue from Hunger Games (that one I didn’t see coming). Maybe it’s a sign. I was also pretty accurate in guessing what result my cousin would get. More so than predicting my own results. Maybe I should stop hanging out with her so much. :D Like that’s going to happen.

And finally, I want a laser tag party. I decided that yesterday while I was at another birthday party, thinking about how much I would hate if someone surprised me with such a party. I should do it for my next birthday, it’ll be my 29th, I should celebrate the last year of my twenties right? I think it’ll be fun, just have to work out the logistics and the guest list. I have about 10 and half months to plan so lets see what happens. Oh and of course anyone that reads my blog is invited. :D

Men are wusses

I don’t know if the video will get embedded because I am posting from my phone. I mean he’s really cute and all (that’s an understatement, he’s gorgeous), but seriously it’s just his leg, how much could it hurt.

Cranky pants

Today wasn’t a great day and being little on edge, I took it out on someone who may not have deserved it. I feel a little bad now though, I should have just let it go. It was a random insurance sales person, the kind that targets you as you walk into/away from a train station. If you don’t have these sales people in your country/city, you’re lucky. This is how our conversation went.

Insurance lady: Hi Miss, could I ask you a few quick questions? (They use this ruse of doing a survey when they’re actually selling stuff. I have encountered it probably 10 or more times before)
Me: I’m on the way home and I really don’t think I will be interested in whatever you’re selling.
Insurance lady, getting all indignant: Waaaaaaah, I haven’t said anything, how do you know I am selling you something? I just want to ask you questions on your CPF. (CPF is a government mandated retirement savings plan. They now allow private investment firms of your choice to manage a small portion that is related to healthcare, called Medishield.)
Me: Let me guess you are from Prudential, and you want to ask me about my Medishield coverage right?
Insurance lady, excited that I knew what she was doing: Not bad ah you, how did you know I was from Prudential?
Me (with a smile): Because only Prudential uses cheap, annoying ambush sales tactics like what you’re doing, to get people to buy plans they don’t need, essentially cheating them out of their money. And that is why I actively choose not to purchase anything from Prudential and ensure none of my friends and family do either.
Pissed insurance lady: If you not interested just say you not interested la! No need to be so rude!
Me: I told at the start I wasn’t, I didn’t want to waste your time but you are the one that followed me (she had walked with me for the duration of the conversation) and insisted on continuing the conversation.

I am trying to let things go and not get worked up these days but these insurance sales people (especially from Prudential and AIA) really are irritating.