Day 32 - Life with Maid.

Yes. I have officially survived life without maid for a month.
Should say that I have already got used to the fact that I no longer have another person in my house whose sole purpose of being there is just to get the house clean and so as to make me feel like I am the best spoilt brat in the entire Earth.

But I have indeed survived without her. For 32 days!! :D HURRAYYYYYYYY.

In this duration before my last post about maid, I got to learn to buy my own food.
This post should be an upgrade I should say. Through these days, I learn to cook my own food.

I don't know what I should say about my culinary skills. I seriously think the things that I learnt in F&N have just gone into the drain because my life have always been that good that I don't have to lay a finger to get food in my tummy. It's always just a call away. (Sounds like delivery, but that call is to my maid. HARIIIIIIII is what you will always hear when she's still around. :P Now that makes her sounds like she's dead. OKAY CAN.)

Since not having to lift a finger, having to cook again is just like cooking blindfolded which end up with lousy food that's always overcooked. -.- Hope I can find back that sense of culinary so that my food won't be that bad. Seriously, since the food that I am cooking nowadays are still can food as compared to how I am cooking in the past? Still a long long long way. HAHA.

Though to be honest, it looks quite nice from the picture. I am proud of that :D 

Magic of instagram, even shit looks nicer with all the filter :P 

Hmmmm, life is getting random everyday.

Day 10; Life without Maid

10 days without maid. 10 days already. Time seemed to fly past slow now, since I dread every part that I no longer have a maid at home to take care of the chores at home and I have to be the one doing the chore.

Then again, in an blink of an eye, it has been 10 days.

I guess it is pretty obvious that I dread the fact that I no longer am entitled to be in the spoilt brat category from the fact that I now use the duration of time I am without a maid. Having to learn life lessons and getting to think about things that seemed so much simpler in the past.

Today's no different. Having to fall sick on a weekend, and best, to be home alone sick.

Sure, being home alone is definitely awesome, the only part I love ever since my maid left. Peace and tranquility of being alone? BEST (Y).

But the part where having to take care of the house, do the household chores even though you're sick and almost dying just sucks big time and of course, from that statement above, yes. I did screw my day up just sleeping and of course messing up my house, not most of the housework and since I am too lazy to go buy food for myself, and end up cooking shit for myself.

BEST PART OF ALL THIS? I STILL HAVE TO FREAKING CLEAN UP. _|_

God, today's experience really made me think, if. I mean if. I really will to struggle through and make my way to Monash, will I even be able to take care of myself? I don't think so.

Hell man, I am learning something new, almost everyday without maid. Getting to know how lucky and spoilt I am all these years. Even though I well admitted it long time ago.

Really hope I recover soon. There's just too many things waiting for me to be done. Now's really not the time to collapse. OMG.

Day 7; Life without Maid.

Lesson learnt today? Please don't be lazy to be decently dressed, even if. You're just intending to go taobao some food DOWNSTAIRS.

Yes, especially if you're a spoilt brat like I am. *nods*

For all you know, all the stores downstairs aren't open or preparing to open and end up like me, walking around a mad auntie with auntie-ish pajamas and totally unkept hair walking the whole stretch of market with people looking at you like WHAT?! 

OKAY CAN. TOTALLY UNWANTED.

I mean seriously, not knowing your environment well enough will just lead you to this situation. I mean, really.
All the humiliation, just for a meal of breakfast. *sigh*

Even got physically "scanned" by the auntie when I went to get it.

But I guess, with my auntie-ish outfit, I passed without getting any asked for any identifications. :) 

OKAY CAN. *Roll eyes*

What can I handle?

Syllabus. Too much to handle.
Class. Too much to handle.

Coffee. Starting to handle.

Brain. Not able to handle all these too much to handle(s).

Wish that I stop all these by pulling a handle.

Going on an overdrive already.

Because of all these too much to handle things that seriously make me do stuff that I don't do in the past. Eg. Studying beforehand, studying outside so people can teach me.

Just this two points is sufficient to kill me. Leading to once again fall to the beloved grasp of caffeine.

God bless me. Hope they will always help and not build tolerance to it that fast.

Thankful that I have great and supportive parents that understand. Great that I have friends that care.

Thank you, because of you guys I am grateful.

Today's accidental studying session in Wendy's just prove everything.

I will and I must pull through this shit.

美食。

美食。我们每天都需要的，美食。

它很多用途，可以用来庆祝美好的时光，也可以当成解压；化悲愤为食量，可以存催到只是填饱在咕噜咕噜叫的肚子罢了。

食物之所以能成为美食除了要靠厨师的功力，食材的好坏，其实也要看环境和情形的。

多多少少，和谁吃也有很大的关联。

我一直相信，只要是和爱你和你爱的人吃，就算是吃着在小贩中心，很普通的炒果条也会让我吃的津津有味，乐在其中。

反而，是和错的人吃，就算是山珍海味也会吃的很难过，很咽不下口。

就像今天，明明就在着有着美丽的夜景的海边，漂亮的船只，和不错的食物。加起来真的是气派无敌。

就可惜，是跟错的人。

多多少少，一点玩笑和幽默是会让整个用餐的气氛变的更佳，没错。

不过，玩笑玩过火了，只会变得幼稚，愚蠢，甚至让人愤怒。

我不知道我做了什么可以让你这样选择性的利用我当挡箭牌，

就因为我外表不佳，所以选择了我。

可是，不管我度量有多大，心胸多么的宽，我是有限度的。过火就是过火了。

不喊痛并不代表不痛，不爆发不是因为没脾气。

只不过，要为你留个面子。你固然老板。

对，你是老板。就不能有些老板的风范吗？
玩的连别人都受不了，何况是我的感受。
搞的我不知所错，你很爽是吧。

不过，受你一次侮辱，不会有下次。

学乖了，不会有以后。
就像老妈说的一样：“做工就做工，其他免谈”

毕竟，少你占你一些好处我不会死，

毕竟，你不是真正需要我。

我也不是真的需要你的钱。

这恐怕是我吃过一次最难吃的“美食” 了。

I'm not kidding.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED THAT THIS IS A POST OF LONG NONSENSICAL RANTING.

How time can change one person's perceptive.

In the morning, I psycho-ed myself to never let food, be my source of comfort again. Never. I want my new life, my new self and I am going to get it no matter by hook or by crook.

But now, I just wish I can gorge myself with the food I love, because you know what? No one cares!!
I'm telling you. No one cares. It's said that, yea, my friends and family supports me, restricting me what I should eat and shouldn't eat. But guess what? When it's time to work out, they all pull out from it.

"I am tired." "I needa get this done by tonight." "I just ate, sorry."

All these excuses from time to time, given and shoved straight to my face.
But what can I do? Make a big fuss?

And when I do get my workout, I am being pinpointed at. "Your method won't work." "You're not doing it right." "You can go faster." "I did better that time, so you can too."

You know what? _|_
What's your ever highest weight huh and what's mine? Want to compare?

Every weight adds an extra effort I have to take to move my freaking body.
Why not you walk in my shoes huh? Add the weight on your body and see how it feels like?
See if you can "DO IT BETTER".

It's funny how a side of me understands that you are tired, you don't need this workout, you are just entertaining me, accompanying me so that it makes me happy, because you know that's what I want to do and this is what I want to do, it's none of your business, I shouldn't blame you. I should be laughing to myself you're trying your very best to workout together with me and that I shouldn't give up because its for my own good.

In this journey, I have conquered many temptations, having people eating things that I can't eat and having to eat alone, because I care. Having to tolerate with the pain that is so pain that I have to limb while walking. I have become so much stronger on the way.

But another side of me is just sick and tired, be it your excuses, the temptation, the aches I have to get everyday. It's crazy. Then again, maybe that is you, what can I do? You have the power to make the whole house be working out with you. But I can't.

So why am I trying so hard, when no one cares? NO ONE CARES. I am running out of motivation myself. So what I am 19, still wearing clothes like I have no motherfucking fashion sense. So what if I get fatter and fatter till the whole world shuns me, and I die with some freaking complications from some small disease.

JUST FORGET IT. FORGET IT.

Have you been so sick of fried chicken that the smell turns you off?

I know I have been. :s 

From KFC to Texas chicken, because of deals and deals and craving to craving. 

I think I am sick of it already :x 

*Even wanted to puke when I smelled it on the bus just now :z* 

Just by looking at it, explains my weight gain recently and thanks to it, I think my throat is not in a very good condition already and thanks to JJ's upcoming new song, it would be the first ever song that I would not be able to handle. Thank you fried chicken. Thank you my lousy vocals. Thank you for everything. 

*Edit : Actually, I think it's more to the vocal that I blame, I bet JJ would still be able to sing this song again even if he eats like fried chick for like 2weeks in a row. Pure talent is pure talent. Nothing beats it. He's good, he improved, he became better. I am lousy, I improved, I became good. See the differences?* 

Arghhhh, gross much to me now :x 

I am so not touching it again till this feel actually goes away. OMG. 

My cheeks are so fat now :( 

Lazy day, good food :)

My first meal of the day, at 4pm.

My so-called-breakfast + lunch, a meal to prevent me from fainting at home, while my sister takes her own sweet time to get me my spaghetti.

Lunch also let her delay till dinner already -.-

I swear it is definitely of the milk tea that I end up losing my sleep last night and end up feeling like a zombie now. So much for having 3 packets of powder in one cup for greater taste.

真的是，厉害就好不要假厉害。

Dinner of the day, actually only an hour after my lunch~

Super super super shiok seafood marianda and mushroom soup.

But also super fattening, I can feel my pants getting tighter after I finish my meal.

*suscipious eyes*

Lame post, but I just feel like blogging it out :)

Somehow I feel that these photos are nice, my camera is being kind to me by giving me sharp pictures :D