Let’s be honest here. I am fat because I put myself in this situation.

I keep promising myself- I will eat healthier, I will eat right… but it never ever happens.

For example, instead of eating my lunch, I ended up gorging on some wedges. The good news is instead of eating the LARGE size bag, I ordered a medium (i know some comfort right)

And instead of making myself some breakfast this morning (just two pieces of toast), I ended up with ham and cheese croissant.

 

And last night, instead of going to the swimming pools to finally do the water aerobics exercise, I ended up catching up with a friend over dinner eating … get this- something called “FAT noodles”

 

But motivating myself to do the right thing is even harder than it looks. self control goes out the window. I’m disappointed in myself but it doesn’t stop me from doing the wrong thing. But hating myself isn’t making me feel better.

I keep telling myself – just 2kgs every month, just 2kgs. Let’s face it, 2kgs every month is ever harder to achieve than it looks. Even the baby steps are hard.

 

The upside- I have increased my water intake. I drink at least 2 bottles of water a day (which sends me to the toilet constantly) but my skin feels so much better for it.

Now I just need to cut down on food portions or what I put in my mouth.

 

it’s a lot harder than it looks

 

Dunno if I’ve mentioned it… but we’ve decided that we’re going to have an extravagant cake.. Okay, when I mean extravagant, i really mean just fobby….

and after having a look around on certain supplier.. i found THE cake..

now i just need the other half’s approval!

 

(photo taken from http://www.puritycakes.com.au/index2.htm)

 

Just so that you know.. i’m not kidding either!!!

We’ve decided to go down the road of fobby/tacky.. because let’s face it: Most people don’t even notice the cake (it’s usually the bride, the bride to be’s and the recently married who do). Cakes aren’t cheap, they look pretty but you might as well get your money’s worth and enjoy it (we certainly will)

I know some of my friends reading this will cringe like no tomorrow. 

I think it’s a hoot!!! and the more i look at it, the more i like it. And besides, it was my DREAM cake when i was 10!

 

 

 

 

Just printed out my travel documents:

The itinerary  for next week:

Tuesday: Fly to Sydney, hold a meeting then drive for 3hrs (i think its 3 hrs) to get to Newcastle, stay over. 

Wednesday: drive almost 2hrs to some rural location to hold a presentation (that goes for one hr) then back to Newcastle, then stay over night. 

Thursday: drive to Newcastle airport, catch a flight to Brisbane, drive around Brisbane -40 minute to one location and 30 minutes to another location then catch an late flight out to Melbourne

 

I seriously would have rather travelled to the rural location and stayed at some crappy hotel closer to where I needed to be however things got changed AFTER i made the bookings for the accomodation and flights(and i already did extremely last minute bookings, accomodation was getting cheaper but the flights were getting MORE expensive and more to the point- some of the seats were becoming non existent). It would have been nicer to stay in a hotel in Brisbane.. alas it wasn’t meant to be.

Just had my “work health check” and I’m less than impressed with myself. The results are as follows:

The good:

• My total cholesterol (HDL and UDL) is 4.87. LDL is the bad cholesterol and HDL is the good one (that helps get rid of the bad one). Anything less than 5.5 is considered normal. 
• My HDL cholesterol is 1.0. Anything 1.0 or more is good
• My blood pressure is 117/63. Basically i have normal blood pressure. which is good

The bad:

• My waist line(due to my over weightness) is 92cm. Anything over 88cm for women is HIGH Risk
• My blood glucose level for the day was 6.7 (didn’t help that 20minutes prior i drank a can of coke- yes you can facepalm) but the nurse mentioned that doctors wouldn’t consider it a problem unless it’s over 8.
• I don’t get my proper 5 servings of vegetables a day

So overall- I’m a medium to high risk of getting type 2 diabetes which I’m sure my NOVIO would love to hear. In fact, I can already imagine him cracking down on the coca-cola consumption and confiscating all the lollies I usually snack on.

 

But it’s really a big wake up call. Kinda scared that I might get sick. 

Now more determined to lose 2kgs every month 

I convinced my friend last Monday night after our Spanish class to have dinner at Denn (113 High St, Northcote).

We ordered the following:

-a Vegetarian platter( Wild olives – Stuffed vine leaves – Spring rolls -Crispy crust haloumi)

-2 pizzas: Artichoke (Lebanese egg plant- roasted peppers- Buffalo mozzarella – spinach leaves & pine nut) and Mushroom (haloumi- pine nuts- spinach & pesto)

This was our second time having the Vegetarian platter (it was better the second time around, I didn’t like the stuffed vine leaves the first time around and I couldn’t bring myself to have another piece. The haloumi was a definite winner!)

And then we waited for our pizzas..and waited.. and waited

Basically an hour later after our platter had been served, and ONLY after we had asked the cook on when the pizzas were coming did it actually arrive 5 minutes later.

The most annoying thing about it was the waiters were not only incompetent but when we asked (two different people, mind you), they kept telling us that it was “coming” but never ever bothered to check (you can see the kitchen) with the kitchen staff, So how on earth these waiter/ress knew that our food was indeed coming soon was beyond me. Yes, it was coming but not as quickly as we liked.

It pissed me off to no end when other diners arriving later than us had received their dishes before us (and leaving before us too)… seriously wtf!?

By the time the pizzas came around, we were beyond starving, so much so that we couldn’t even eat anymore. We had passed the point of starvation and into “just cant be bothered” that after eating something that took 1hr to arrive, we were done in less than 10 minutes. Except the pain hadn’t stopped. 

Having only eaten half a pizza, there were plenty left so we figured we’d “doggy bag” it. The pizza box we asked never arrived. We sat around for 10minutes and only when I got out of my seat and went to the counter (where another staff assumed I just only wanted to pay) did the box eventually arrived.

 

The MOST insulting thing of the night was when the same staff who got us the box and took my payment advising me that their boss was offering us “2 free coffees”. Seriously our time is worth more than just 2 free coffees, and who knew exactly when these coffees would come about considering it took them an 1 to get us pizza. It would have been quicker had we called Domino’s and had them delivered to the restaurant then to have Denn’s make them. It was the cheapest way of apologizing and we deserved a LOT more than that. Oh and I did give them grief (yes I went ballistic)

 

Denn seriously has the capacity to be a GREAT restaurant because the food served is lovely (when it does arrive)Front of house staff are beyond disbelief. The slow and lack of service has become such a put off that we would never ever wander back in again not unless we’re not too hungry and willing to wait which defeats the purpose of dining out in the first place.

 

 

 

I’ve noticed the immediate flow on effect of changing my username.

I used to get a lot of traffic from a combination of random people just logging onto the site (and not needing to sign into xanga itself) and would be able to read. Obviously the previous URL just doesn’t exist so now people are having to log onto xanga thinking “wtf.. did her blog just disappear out of thin air? or has she gone back to protected posting?!?!?!?!”. These people who are having to log on- hahah gives me a fair and clear idea who’s been stalking me.

The other traffic used to come from Urbanspoon whenever i blogged about “certain eateries”… except whatever link Urbanspoon has been using- would not be in existence So now, I don’t see the hundreds bombarding my xanga like I used to. Obviously that will change with time when I can be bothered posting about my food expedition… Oh rats! I got one to post about today!!!!

 

 

As you know, I hate flying as it is, mainly because I need to be heavily medicated to fly or else last night’s dinner (or whatever my stomach manages to bring up) ends up in one of those sick bags (ewww!)

However, my lovely fiance has ruined flying for me for the rest of my life. Not because I get anymore sick…

but now… I’ve come to enjoy what is… BUSINESS class.

I mean what better way to spend my time flying and feeling sick… in complete and utter comfort.

Economy class is just… CRAP.

 

And I’ve come to realize something: When flying with a premium airline (such as Qantas/Emirates/Malaysian Airlines) it’s kinda offensive when you pay top dollar to even sit in economy(because let’s face it, the airfares for these companies are usually a LOT more than the cheapie airlines) . There is no real difference between economy seating in a crappier airline such as “Tiger” Airways or one that is of Qantas. Other than the “food” and “where you or how you board a plane”, the seating arrangements in economy have not changed as much. Which makes me think “what exactly is the point in flying with the premium companies to sit in cattle class when you’re cramped up anyway?

But BUSINESS class is a totally different ball game altogether, it’s not just the seating arrangements (there’s more leg space), you get better food, service, even better blankets…and when you look at the costs (oh man it shows).. how an airline can justify charging double and sometimes even triple the standard economy price is beyond me.

 

However, once you’ve flown business.. it makes you really hate economy.. 

 

On a sidenote: Just had the most pleasant conversation with Qantas about their club membership. The lady was as cranky as a dog who’s had their tail stepped on. 

I like flying with them because they’re on time and generally quite professional.. but their call centre is a major let down.

 

 

 

Cannot believe in an instant- my identity has changed…from funky_ass to Miss_54632

I have decided that after 8 long years… it was time to say goodbye to “funky_ass”… because let’s face it, my journey as funky_ass has come to a complete end. It’s a username I created on a whim when I needed to join a certain forum almost 10 years ago. I remember being sick at home, on my desktop (oh, how times have changed) looking around my room for inspiration… and who knew a $10 mini skirt would give me the identity that would carry on for a decade?

However it was June 2004 was when I first blogged: 

my first ever blog on xanga was to complain about the cost of petrol (cannot believe that 8 years ago I was complaining about 97cent a litre of petrol).

But most of you wouldn’t have access to seeing that very first post. Many of these early years have been locked away, marked either as PRIVATE or PROTECTED. There are some who have the extra access to this xanga where they can see the “protected” posting however there are years worth now which have been marked as Private and probably won’t ever see the light of day again unless of course something drastic happens to xanga and somehow it’s read-able. There are no measures to change them to public viewing, it’s not that I have anything to hide, just the fact that there are literally HUNDREDS of posts I’d have to individually have update over to “public” viewing, something I just don’t have the time to do. 

 

8 years- I’ve seen:

1. myself age dramatically (hahah what did you expect me to say? LOL). 
2. when I first started this blog, I owned a Holden Barina(2004-2007), Holden Astra (2007-2010) and Mazda 2 (2010-current)
3. Like my car ownership, I went through 3 major relationships (basically follow the car timeline.. which will give you a basic understanding of how long things kinda lasted- give or take)- changing cars had nothing to do with the boyfriends.
4. From the time I started this blog I was working in a call centre as IT tech support (hahah, how I manage to even land this job considering I am a complete ditz when it comes to technology…i can never comprehend), where I landed in a role working at a large private health insurance company, then onto a large salary packaging firm, an investment firm and later onto 2 other salary packaging/finance firms.
5. It was also the same time where I started my job at a large bedding retailer and had only quit at the end of  last year (8 years there too)

And it seems that 2012 is not only the year for an identity change on xanga:

1. I’ve changed jobs

2. I’ve changed bedrooms (been in the same room for the last 11 years!)

3. I got engaged

 

And you know what… as much as I’m sad to see “funky_ass” disappear into the unknown world (I believe it’s up for grabs if anyone else wants it).. haha just realized it’s probably going to bugger up the hyperlinks that urbanspoon uses for my site (but whatever).. change is as good as a holiday. Plus it’s perhaps more fitting as I slowly creep into my 30′s (i’m nearly there) and funky_ass just sounds so wrong as you get older.. actually i don’t think it sounded right ever! But I was 19 when I created it.. so not very creative or mature!

 

 

 

It’s going to take a lot of getting used to, to remember logging in as miss_54632! however, it’s almost like a new beginning but not quite! 

 

 fun fact: 54632 is actually how you spell my name (use your phone!). My fiance might argue i should have changed to MRS (but that just makes me sound so OLD).. maybe when i’m 60 (and that’s if I’m still blogging)

 

 

 

 

something else of interesting news to share…

 

my parents ended up… finally… meeting my partner’s parents.. over dinner.

 

The dinner went well. There were plenty of awkward moments… none apparently noticeable by the future – in – laws.. (or maybe they’re being polite).  

One of the perks of having an inter-racial relationship especially when you’re future-in-laws can’t speak your language is that you can say whatever it is and they wouldn’t know (or be offended) for example:

-during the night, my mum said to my dad “OMG, cover your mouth when you yawn”

-another time my mum said to my dad “OMG, shut-up so we can have the next course!”

-i turned to my dad and said “omg, must you specifically spell out each nationality of your friends/colleagues that you deal with”

Of course this was all said in vietnamese

-or when you notice either of your parents chewing with their mouth open (wtf)

 

For us (my mother and I), the best palm in face moment was when my dad started to explain how “white people, mainly ‘aussies’” were extremely lazy hence why us “ASIANS” (with a big emphasis on ASIANS) were able to get jobs because of it. 

This may be true (or not) and a terrible stereotype… but extremely embarassing considering the people sitting across from us where “white people” and what we would considers “Aussies”…As mum later pointed out, at least he didn’t point out that he thought that they were “bogans” or referred to them as “bogans”..

 

Actually the better moments were at home when:

-my mum kept hassling me about “what I think she should wear” where she would try on half a wardrobe, only to settle on the first dress she tried on to begin with.

-dad walking out with his puffy jacket and my mum asking him if he was trying to be a skinny gangster and his refusal of wearing his knitted jumper because it made him look older than he really was… which lead them to an argument of him not acting his age (or dressing to it)

-having to witness my mum go through a dozen shoes because every one of them look stupid in her dress. My dad literally facepalmed because he was like “you have hundreds of shoes, just pick one. in fact just go in slippers”

-dad walking out with his infamous GREEN shirt. This green shirt is THE shirt… you know the one that gets worn to every birthday, engagement and wedding for the last 20 years. We’re just lucky he didn’t pull out the matching GREEN suit that goes with the green shirt. Wouldn’t be so bad if my dad was WOG. (make note to self- must buy dad a new suit and shirt for the wedding or else the green stuff comes out to play)

 

Overall, I think my parents like my future – in- laws and vice versa…

 

i did really think it would have turned out a lot worse but it wasn’t so bad.

but im not exactly looking forward to the next meeting…

 

 

 

 

turns out I don’t like spanish classes as much as i thought i would.

its not to say that im quitting already.. well technically i’d see it out until the very last class (sometime in december) but wouldn’t be renewing my enrolment for the next year.

its not that i dont like learning spanish (or another language), it’s just that with my busy work schedule (i’m flying in and out of the state constantly), it’s starting to become quite difficult to commit to classes on a weekly basis.

 

on other news, i’m thinking of getting rid of my beautician.. when i say get rid of, i mean changing to another salon. It’s already a pain already to travel to clifton hill on a saturday.. and i only chose it based on the fact that they offered “sugaring” which is an alternative to waxing. But the one i got a couple of weeks ago has a left me… well disappointed! and i figured, if they cant get something as simple as “waxing” down pat, i got no chance that they’d get the facial aspect down pat too.

but i still got one more facial appointment to go, because it’s free. well technically not free because i had to spend money to get some dermologica products (which btw are still sitting in my room unboxed).

 

and as i sit here in my office restless- dunno what else to write.. but i need to kill my boredom- for the next 2 hrs.

 

oh – someone help me