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Wrinkly Peaches?

Spoiled rotten --> me

Spoiled rotten to the core --> me this weekend

Hi Mom,

I went for a massage and facial yesterday. After eating a sub-par sphaghetti and meatballs for dinner (which I couldn't even finish and I sort of felt terrible afterwards for overeating), I went to the National Library and read Michael Crichton's Congo. I think Tinkers would like it, but she still hasn't made any [sudden] movements to read even though I tell her all the time. She's bad like that.

I went home and talked to Tinkerbell about her fantastic interview with Yale! I am so proud of her, Mom!

What else? I stayed up until Dad tells me to go to sleep. Imagine, someone on the opposite side of the Earth telling me to go to sleep. What is wrong with this picture?

So on Sunday I was supposed to go cycling, but my friend is leaving for Australia soon, so we postponed the dinner part for sometime this week. She treated me last time, so I want to treat her!  Well, I worked on something that I'm writing and talked to a few friends today. I also ate a bunch of grapes. I don't know what happens when you eat a lot of red grapes (by the way, I prefer white grapes...future reference for you), but I'll let you know. For instance, if my skin turns slightly purple, I will let out a scream so loud that even you would be able to hear it. I also learned that when you leave white peaches in the refrigerator for too long. They get all wrinkly! How cute.

Hmmmm so then I watched Shark Tale and will maybe squeeze in a conversation with you on the phone in a little bit.

Much love,

M

Weight!

You know, I've never ever been confronted about my weight with anyone in the US. Ever since I can remember, I was always considered thin.

Then I came to Singapore.

And then I found out how chubby I really am.

Then again, most of the girls here would be considered anorexic in the US (not meaning that they all are, because my good friend Sam surely isn't one of them).

People actually tell me to lose weight. People that don't know me well tell me to lose weight!

I'm like.......I've never been confronted with this before.

I will never forget one girl that I saw. She was a waitress at Swensen's, and seriously, I thought she looked like a malnurished African. Her legs were so far apart from each other that it was quite grotesque. 

I acknowledge that I wasn't as thin as I used to be, but:

1. Why are people who I'm not close to at all comfortable with telling me to lose weight or teasing me about it? The nerve!
2. It's my body, and I mostly eat healthy food! I ate like 10 lbs of grapes in the last two weeks (they're just really, really juicy and delicious). I've mostly had a diet consisting of chicken, fruit, yogurt, cereal and chocolate milk the last month, and it doesn't seem to help at all. 

I work out almost every day for 20 minutes to get my heart rate up, and yes, when I put my knees together, my thighs touch. [I can't believe there are girls that can touch their knees togethr without the thighs touching. Ridiculous.]

I'm usually a private person, but this needs to be said, for that one American who is thinking of coming to Singapore/Asia to work! 

My BMI is in a healthy range, than you. And I take multivitamins daily! Who cares if they're Flinestones??! :)

All in all, I'm considered chubby, and since I've held this weight for a long time now, I don't know what else to do other than get sick and stop eating. But I don't want to do this! I love food!!

I LOVE FOOD!

What Yield (Yellow Light) Means in Singapore

So in the US, from what little I remember of the Driver's Manual, a red light means STOP, a green light means GO, and a yellow light means IF YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE INTERSECTION, KEEP GOING - IF NOT, SLOW DOWN.

ok. so!

Today I was sitting at the bus stop, waiting for the next bus to come (since the other one came when I was about 2 blocks away...poo). Singaporeans are so ....so....funny!  I love that I saw not one but TWO cars make a mad dash to "beat the yellow light."

HAHA ROFL (roll on the floor laughing)! I saw two cars (at different intervals) that ran two red lights because in Singapore, the yellow light means SPEED UP, SUCKER.

Yes. I laughed a lot today.

Laptop & Facebook!

I'm in the middle of a random identity crisis right now. It's a bit less severe than a crisis. I think it's called waking up one morning and figuring out that everyone that you grew up with has aged the same rate as you have.

I see all my high school friends/acquaintances/dislikeables looking older! more mature! more average(?)! More and more like adults. It's scaring me!!!!! People are assuming shapes that their little gawky high school bodies could not fulfill. HOLY MOLY. Some are better looking while others are not. I love how keeping friends on Facebook allows you to see the EVOLUTION of people you know.

I love it!!

And I'm thinking about starting a Twitter page so that people can follow things that I post. I am no competition for Obama or Guy Kawasaki, but I do like to get things up to show people interesting news articles.

Also, I love my laptop, but I'm thinking about buying this one. Baby, you should look into this as well. ULTRA ULTRA PORTABLE LAPTOP. It starts at $900, and this is something that I am definitely going to consider.

being observant with my eyes closed

1. singaporeans don't say you're afraid of something. they say you develop a phobia. how elite.
2. i walked down half of orchard with my eyes closed, and my friend told me to take a really big step several times to avoid drains, etc.

when we were at the end of the promised stretch of blindness, he told me to take a huge step. i did! then i opened my eyes and there he was laughing away. apparently
1. there was nothing there
2. there was a girl walking beside me who panicked and took a big step too but kept looking for whatever i was stepping over but couldn't find it.

3. i tried to be suave and no look at my credit card while i was pulling it out to pay for PS. cafe (look at the food blog) but instead took out my metro card. the waiter was totally polite about it, and I had one of those embarrassing moment laughs. and then real laughter. for a long time.

4. you don't add money into prepaid cards. you "top up"

5. going to gymnastics now!

love, m