Dear reader,
One of my many weaknesses is food. Not healthy food, unhealthy food.
I'm trying to cut down on my unhealthy food intake, it's like a new change of lifestyle thing I'm trying. It's a lot harder than I expected. I try to fight my urges but- Food talks to me.
Like today, it was meant to be a all protein day (It's basically a day where I just eat protein.). I was going good until two slices of cheesecake in the fridge decided they were suicidal and called out to me. So I went over and they told me they didn't want to live anymore. So being the nice person I am, I decided to help kill one of them. The bigger slice was being mean to me so I denied him, yelling "You're so mean, I'm going to have the medium slice!" So I took the medium slice and ate it. Maybe that's why I eat, to be nice to suicidal food. I later also ate the big slice, it apologized and I forgave it. May they rest in pieces.
I'm going to need to buckle down and stay obedient to my new lifestyle, stick with my protein and veggies diet. I'm as fashion hungry as I am food hungry and to look fabulous, I'm going to have to break up with unhealthy food. Okay, this is going to be hard but here goes.
Look, unhealthy food. It's not me, it's you. You make me fat. It's just that we're looking for different things right now. I'm trying to focus on my goal to look fabulous but with you around, it's just- It's hard. So I'm sorry but it's over. I'm in-love with protein and veggies now.
Sweeping declaration. From today onwards, I'm going to stay obedient to my diet until I leave for my holiday in December. I want to get off that plane, looking fabulous and surprising my entire family when I step out into that arrival hall. I just pray that unlike Marshall Erikson, I'll stick to my sweeping declaration.
Love always,
Denise.
Monday 29 April 2013
Monday 22 April 2013
Episodes
Dear reader,
No, I'm not talking about television. I'm talking about episodes of sub-psychotic rage. If you read my last post, 'Insects'. You'll know I'm not talking about the clinically diagnosed one. The phrase is just what I use to describe my rants and vents.
I don't snap easily (Mom says otherwise, she says and I quote "Just slightly better than Robin Sherbartsky." Yeah, well- Nobody asked for your help, mom! (For those who watch 'How I Met Your Mother' will understand me for those who don't, watch 'How I Met Your Mother'. I'm quoting from season 8.)) but when I do, it's not pretty.
I'm sure everyone snaps once in a while, it just takes that something or someone to push you over the edge. Okay, I may have lied before, I do snap easily. Mom's right, I'm just slightly better than Robin. It's just that sometimes I feel like people go out of their way to push me over the edge. But I'm working on it, just give me some time.
What pushes me over the edge? People push me other the edge, especially people who has the 'I'm-better-than-you' attitude, that or racist people. That's why I don't like working in a restaurant because there is a fraction of customers that are ridiculously annoying or rude or racist, oh and sometimes when I'm really lucky, I get all three.
Well, I'm going to leave you now before I start thinking about the past and have my crazy, angry side bubbling out.
Love always,
Denise.
No, I'm not talking about television. I'm talking about episodes of sub-psychotic rage. If you read my last post, 'Insects'. You'll know I'm not talking about the clinically diagnosed one. The phrase is just what I use to describe my rants and vents.
I don't snap easily (Mom says otherwise, she says and I quote "Just slightly better than Robin Sherbartsky." Yeah, well- Nobody asked for your help, mom! (For those who watch 'How I Met Your Mother' will understand me for those who don't, watch 'How I Met Your Mother'. I'm quoting from season 8.)) but when I do, it's not pretty.
I'm sure everyone snaps once in a while, it just takes that something or someone to push you over the edge. Okay, I may have lied before, I do snap easily. Mom's right, I'm just slightly better than Robin. It's just that sometimes I feel like people go out of their way to push me over the edge. But I'm working on it, just give me some time.
What pushes me over the edge? People push me other the edge, especially people who has the 'I'm-better-than-you' attitude, that or racist people. That's why I don't like working in a restaurant because there is a fraction of customers that are ridiculously annoying or rude or racist, oh and sometimes when I'm really lucky, I get all three.
Well, I'm going to leave you now before I start thinking about the past and have my crazy, angry side bubbling out.
Love always,
Denise.
Insects
Dear reader,
To say I have a fear of insects is an understatement. I don't know what it is about bugs but they just creep me out. Cockroaches are the worst, I cannot stand them, dead or alive. I get nauseous when I see a cockroach and until it's dead and/or in a bin away from me, I shall not rest. I shall bug my mom or anyone else in the vicinity to get rid of it.
On Saturday, I had my worst nightmare come true. There was a huge cockroach (In my point of view, mom described it as "It was only this [Made a tiny measurement with her thumb and index finger] big".) really, really close to my toothbrush holder that was holding my toothbrush, the worst part was that I was home alone. Needless to say, I had my back slammed against the wall as I started hyperventilating. I continuously asked myself "What do I do?" as the cockroach stared into my soul. I said to clap at it so I clapped at it, hoping that the loud noise would send it away from my toothbrush and success, it crawled across the wall and into the shower. I sprinted out of the bathroom and ran around the house like a idiot looking for the insecticide and vented when I couldn't find it, I think I said something like "Dammit! Where are you insecticide?! Why is it when nobody needs you, you're there! Stupid can!" I don't remember what I said because I sometimes forget what I say during my episodes of sub-psychotic rage (Not the clinically diagnosed one. I just describe it as that, I'm totally fine but more on that later.) Anyway, I ended up drowning the stupid cockroach in insecticide and then I tried to pick it up with a piece of cardboard, after putting on a rubber glove but I couldn't do it. So I left my mom a trail of bright pink post-it notes to ask her to bin it and then bin that bin bag (I found out the next morning that she didn't notice them until my brother pointed them out to her.). What can I say? I don't want it coming back as a zombie cockroach.
So that's what I did on Saturday night. You probably think I'm crazy or overly dramatic and I'm telling you right now, I'm both and more. People who know me can vouch for that. Um, I guess that's all for now. I'll talk to you more about my episodes of sub-psychotic rage, me being a post-it junkie and my obsession for zombies another time.
Love always,
Denise.
To say I have a fear of insects is an understatement. I don't know what it is about bugs but they just creep me out. Cockroaches are the worst, I cannot stand them, dead or alive. I get nauseous when I see a cockroach and until it's dead and/or in a bin away from me, I shall not rest. I shall bug my mom or anyone else in the vicinity to get rid of it.
On Saturday, I had my worst nightmare come true. There was a huge cockroach (In my point of view, mom described it as "It was only this [Made a tiny measurement with her thumb and index finger] big".) really, really close to my toothbrush holder that was holding my toothbrush, the worst part was that I was home alone. Needless to say, I had my back slammed against the wall as I started hyperventilating. I continuously asked myself "What do I do?" as the cockroach stared into my soul. I said to clap at it so I clapped at it, hoping that the loud noise would send it away from my toothbrush and success, it crawled across the wall and into the shower. I sprinted out of the bathroom and ran around the house like a idiot looking for the insecticide and vented when I couldn't find it, I think I said something like "Dammit! Where are you insecticide?! Why is it when nobody needs you, you're there! Stupid can!" I don't remember what I said because I sometimes forget what I say during my episodes of sub-psychotic rage (Not the clinically diagnosed one. I just describe it as that, I'm totally fine but more on that later.) Anyway, I ended up drowning the stupid cockroach in insecticide and then I tried to pick it up with a piece of cardboard, after putting on a rubber glove but I couldn't do it. So I left my mom a trail of bright pink post-it notes to ask her to bin it and then bin that bin bag (I found out the next morning that she didn't notice them until my brother pointed them out to her.). What can I say? I don't want it coming back as a zombie cockroach.
So that's what I did on Saturday night. You probably think I'm crazy or overly dramatic and I'm telling you right now, I'm both and more. People who know me can vouch for that. Um, I guess that's all for now. I'll talk to you more about my episodes of sub-psychotic rage, me being a post-it junkie and my obsession for zombies another time.
Love always,
Denise.
Saturday 20 April 2013
Barricades
Dear reader,
My brother's the president of the Norfolk Island Leos Club. It's a Lions Club for teenagers. After months of persuasion, I've decided to give it a go. My first job as a trial Leo was to be a human barricade at the Norfolk Island triathlon, I thought it would be a very easy job but it turns out that people don't understand the concept of a barricade.
We spent two hours in the hot sun trying to stop people from driving through wearing bright orange vests that weren't even a little bit cute. To say my friend and I had success would be an understatement, a small fraction of people were polite enough to listen, the rest just drove around the barricade and around us. It was like we weren't even there.
But I suppose I had fun, soaking in some vitamin D and dancing around on the road. The vest did make me feel important even though it wasn't cute. Some kid asked me if I was a cop and I told him yes. I don't think he believed me though, he had skepticism in his eyes.
Moving on, I'm home now, away from the barricades and the bright orange vests and watching 'The Smurfs' and I have to say that I love Neil Patrick Harris. In every single show. He's not just funny, he's hilarious. But more on my favorite actors and actresses some other time. I'm going to leave you now and go back to relaxing.
Love always,
Denise.
My brother's the president of the Norfolk Island Leos Club. It's a Lions Club for teenagers. After months of persuasion, I've decided to give it a go. My first job as a trial Leo was to be a human barricade at the Norfolk Island triathlon, I thought it would be a very easy job but it turns out that people don't understand the concept of a barricade.
We spent two hours in the hot sun trying to stop people from driving through wearing bright orange vests that weren't even a little bit cute. To say my friend and I had success would be an understatement, a small fraction of people were polite enough to listen, the rest just drove around the barricade and around us. It was like we weren't even there.
But I suppose I had fun, soaking in some vitamin D and dancing around on the road. The vest did make me feel important even though it wasn't cute. Some kid asked me if I was a cop and I told him yes. I don't think he believed me though, he had skepticism in his eyes.
Moving on, I'm home now, away from the barricades and the bright orange vests and watching 'The Smurfs' and I have to say that I love Neil Patrick Harris. In every single show. He's not just funny, he's hilarious. But more on my favorite actors and actresses some other time. I'm going to leave you now and go back to relaxing.
Love always,
Denise.
Friday 19 April 2013
Sports
Dear reader,
Being a extremely homey person, I've spent my school holidays on the inside. I've been writing, playing on my iPad (My new obsession: 'Disney's Fairies Fashion Boutique'. (By the way, I can see you looking at your computer screen with your ‘Aren't-you-a-little-too-old-for-that?' look, so stop it.) Yes, I'm still a kid at heart and in my defense, the game's kind of freaking awesome.), listening to the 'Pitch Perfect' soundtrack over and over again (And swooning over Skylar Astin's amazing voice), watching movies or re-runs of my favorite TV series and finally playing 'Kinect Sports' with my parents.
'Kinect Sports' is probably my favorite kind of exercise. It's easy but it's also a good workout. My muscles are sore from Kinect boxing with my dad, I totally smashed him in the first game but then he got the hang of it so needless to say, I lost the next two games.
The Kinect sport we’re obsessed with currently is bowling. Let’s just say my family goes a little crazy when it comes to Kinect bowling. We are all extremely competitive, me especially. I lost my lead when dad got 275, he beat me by 11 points and boy was I pissed. Not only is it going to be impossible to beat him but I now have to endure his cockiness. I suppose he did earn the bragging rights. But he shouldn’t get too comfortable in the throne because I’m going to knock him off as soon as my muscles loosen up. So have fun keeping my seat warm daddy.
Being good in fake sports doesn’t make me good in real sports. In fact, I think I hold the award for being absolutely terrible at sport. Soccer, football, tennis, badminton. You name it, I probably suck at it. But I don’t really mind, I don’t plan on being a professional sportswomen or an Olympian. I’m happy being good at other stuff. Stuff that I haven't yet discover but hopefully in time, I will. I'm really not worried. I'm only fifteen. I still have all the time in the world to discover myself and figure out what I'm good at and what I want to do in life. Here's a tip when doing exactly that: "Don't let others tell you what you can or cant do because if you want it badly enough, no one can stand in your way." Now that's a page out of my mama's book on life and we all know that mothers know best.
Love always,
Denise.
Being a extremely homey person, I've spent my school holidays on the inside. I've been writing, playing on my iPad (My new obsession: 'Disney's Fairies Fashion Boutique'. (By the way, I can see you looking at your computer screen with your ‘Aren't-you-a-little-too-old-for-that?' look, so stop it.) Yes, I'm still a kid at heart and in my defense, the game's kind of freaking awesome.), listening to the 'Pitch Perfect' soundtrack over and over again (And swooning over Skylar Astin's amazing voice), watching movies or re-runs of my favorite TV series and finally playing 'Kinect Sports' with my parents.
'Kinect Sports' is probably my favorite kind of exercise. It's easy but it's also a good workout. My muscles are sore from Kinect boxing with my dad, I totally smashed him in the first game but then he got the hang of it so needless to say, I lost the next two games.
The Kinect sport we’re obsessed with currently is bowling. Let’s just say my family goes a little crazy when it comes to Kinect bowling. We are all extremely competitive, me especially. I lost my lead when dad got 275, he beat me by 11 points and boy was I pissed. Not only is it going to be impossible to beat him but I now have to endure his cockiness. I suppose he did earn the bragging rights. But he shouldn’t get too comfortable in the throne because I’m going to knock him off as soon as my muscles loosen up. So have fun keeping my seat warm daddy.
Being good in fake sports doesn’t make me good in real sports. In fact, I think I hold the award for being absolutely terrible at sport. Soccer, football, tennis, badminton. You name it, I probably suck at it. But I don’t really mind, I don’t plan on being a professional sportswomen or an Olympian. I’m happy being good at other stuff. Stuff that I haven't yet discover but hopefully in time, I will. I'm really not worried. I'm only fifteen. I still have all the time in the world to discover myself and figure out what I'm good at and what I want to do in life. Here's a tip when doing exactly that: "Don't let others tell you what you can or cant do because if you want it badly enough, no one can stand in your way." Now that's a page out of my mama's book on life and we all know that mothers know best.
Love always,
Denise.
Macaroons
Dear reader,
So I've had this obsession with macaroons ever since I started watching 'Gossip Girl' two years ago. I've never had one but I have seemed to have brainwashed myself with this idea that it's absolutely amazing. Now all I want is to eat one but being on a remote island, I cant get macaroons unless I make one myself and for those who know don't know me, I'm just too lazy to do all that work.
Macaroons make me think of Paris. I don't know why, maybe because Blair Waldorf and Serena Van Der Woodsen from 'Gossip Girl' reference them to Paris. Paris, the city of lights. It's one of the many places I have to visit before I die. One of my dreams is to go to Paris, get a box of macaroons from Ladurée or Pierre Hermé and eat them under the Eiffel tower in a beret. I know, my dreams are weird.
But until I have enough money to visit Paris and fulfill that dream of mine. I'm going to have to be satisfied with eating Ladurée when I go back home to Singapore for a holiday in December (232 days). It turns out that a Ladurée store just opened up. I also just did some research on the prices an damn, those biscuits are pricey. After all, Ladurée does live in a high end shopping mall and has Chanel as a neighbor. I'm just hoping that macaroons tastes as good in my mouth as it does in my mind.
Love always,
Denise.
So I've had this obsession with macaroons ever since I started watching 'Gossip Girl' two years ago. I've never had one but I have seemed to have brainwashed myself with this idea that it's absolutely amazing. Now all I want is to eat one but being on a remote island, I cant get macaroons unless I make one myself and for those who know don't know me, I'm just too lazy to do all that work.
Macaroons make me think of Paris. I don't know why, maybe because Blair Waldorf and Serena Van Der Woodsen from 'Gossip Girl' reference them to Paris. Paris, the city of lights. It's one of the many places I have to visit before I die. One of my dreams is to go to Paris, get a box of macaroons from Ladurée or Pierre Hermé and eat them under the Eiffel tower in a beret. I know, my dreams are weird.
But until I have enough money to visit Paris and fulfill that dream of mine. I'm going to have to be satisfied with eating Ladurée when I go back home to Singapore for a holiday in December (232 days). It turns out that a Ladurée store just opened up. I also just did some research on the prices an damn, those biscuits are pricey. After all, Ladurée does live in a high end shopping mall and has Chanel as a neighbor. I'm just hoping that macaroons tastes as good in my mouth as it does in my mind.
Love always,
Denise.
Pilot
Dear reader,
The first episode in a television series is called a pilot. A pilot is a prototypical filmed or taped feature, produced with hopes of network adoption as a television series and aired to test potential viewer interest and attract sponsors.
Now I’m calling my first post a pilot because I think blogs and television are quite similar. After all, they are both there for entertainment purposes.
If one of your many hobbies is watching TV then welcome to the world of Denise. I’m a fan of nearly every TV show that comes up on my screen. ‘Criminal Minds’, ‘How I Met Your Mother’, ‘The Big Bang Theory’, ‘Glee’, The Walking Dead’, ‘Gossip Girl’, ‘The Vampire Diaries’, ‘Modern Family’, ‘2 Broke Girls’, ‘Grey’s Anatomy’, ‘Grimm’ and ‘Bones’. Just to name a few of my favorites. #TVNerd, am I right?
What is it about TV? How is it that one would rather watch a box with moving pictures than go outside and enjoy what life has to offer? Has our society evolved that much that technology is now all we see? I’m not judging because I know I’m part of the addicted few, I probably couldn’t go a day without going on my iPad or watching TV.
I guess if you step back and look at the bigger picture, television is a good thing. I cant speak for everyone when I say this but television inspires me. I am constantly learning from ‘Modern Family’, the show teaches me to be a better daughter and sister. ‘Glee’ shows me that you’re allowed to be different. ‘The Big Bang Theory’ shows me that nerds can win. ‘How I Met Your Mother’ teaches me how to be a friend and to believe in fate. You can say that TV shows have changed my view on life and has allowed me to be a better person and for that I am truly grateful to all the people in the entertainment business.
Well, I’m going to finish up now. I’m getting boring. I hope this was a good pilot post, if not. I’m sorry. Also before I go, please pray for Boston, Texas and just the whole of America. They truly need it after what they've been through.
Love always,
Denise.
The first episode in a television series is called a pilot. A pilot is a prototypical filmed or taped feature, produced with hopes of network adoption as a television series and aired to test potential viewer interest and attract sponsors.
Now I’m calling my first post a pilot because I think blogs and television are quite similar. After all, they are both there for entertainment purposes.
If one of your many hobbies is watching TV then welcome to the world of Denise. I’m a fan of nearly every TV show that comes up on my screen. ‘Criminal Minds’, ‘How I Met Your Mother’, ‘The Big Bang Theory’, ‘Glee’, The Walking Dead’, ‘Gossip Girl’, ‘The Vampire Diaries’, ‘Modern Family’, ‘2 Broke Girls’, ‘Grey’s Anatomy’, ‘Grimm’ and ‘Bones’. Just to name a few of my favorites. #TVNerd, am I right?
What is it about TV? How is it that one would rather watch a box with moving pictures than go outside and enjoy what life has to offer? Has our society evolved that much that technology is now all we see? I’m not judging because I know I’m part of the addicted few, I probably couldn’t go a day without going on my iPad or watching TV.
I guess if you step back and look at the bigger picture, television is a good thing. I cant speak for everyone when I say this but television inspires me. I am constantly learning from ‘Modern Family’, the show teaches me to be a better daughter and sister. ‘Glee’ shows me that you’re allowed to be different. ‘The Big Bang Theory’ shows me that nerds can win. ‘How I Met Your Mother’ teaches me how to be a friend and to believe in fate. You can say that TV shows have changed my view on life and has allowed me to be a better person and for that I am truly grateful to all the people in the entertainment business.
Well, I’m going to finish up now. I’m getting boring. I hope this was a good pilot post, if not. I’m sorry. Also before I go, please pray for Boston, Texas and just the whole of America. They truly need it after what they've been through.
Love always,
Denise.
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