Archives for September 2006

me wants to be a lean machine: day 5

I just realised that not only my bad eating habits screwed up my body, it screwed up my grammar too! Erm, so the whole thing is now ‘me wantS to be a lean machine’, aight?

Actually it may have been without the -s. I don’t really know how this grammar thing works — it eludes me most of the time. In Malay we call that ikut naluri so I’m just following what sounds good to me. Friends from the past take note — this was how I passed all my English tests with flying colours. You should follow your instincts more often.

So, third day of the Atkins, and seems like a few readers of this blog don’t agree with it? I think I should elaborate on how I plan to do all this. Was too tired yesterday to continue writing.

Right, the plan. Well, I intend to follow the Atkins diet thing for 2 weeks. After that I’ll have a look at the results… which reminds me, I should probably get a weighing machine or something… and if I am still alive after a fortnight, will continue with the Atkins for another 2 weeks. Then I’ll look into different things, as I know that the Atkins should not be a long-term commitment. I’d die without bread before the high blood pressure gets to me.

And yes, I do intend to join a gym. But that could only be done come next month, because I can’t suka2 join the gym in the middle of the month for three reasons: 1) They don’t charge for only half a month, 2) I’m kinda very broke this month, 3) I will still be broke next month but there will be some moolah for the gym. Yay.

And I already had caffeine. Nyeh nyeh nyeh. Sorry, can’t do without coffee. Plus it was free coffee. You all so nice to me *sniff*

The no-caffeine rule was imposed because caffeine supposedly makes you want to consume sweet stuff. It didn’t to me, and my coffee was sugar-free (I like it bitter).

So I didn’t exactly learn it the hard way then ๐Ÿ˜‰

Btw, only 12 more days before the Pixart’s 20% discount ends. Go read my review on the Pixart pocket book here, and make good use of the discount offer if you want an album of your own.

Also realised that I should change the sidebar pix. Not a good motivation. Damn you Secret Recipe.

me want to be a lean machine: day 4

It’s my second day doing the Atkins. At first I had thought of just wanting to cut down my food intake (yes, I did eat a lot, mostly when I was unhappy and felt like I was out of control with my life etc). Then my sister talked to me about the Atkins, which I had heard before, and sort of got me into it. Mostly because she was so encouraging, I think.

I went online and looked up for more info on the Atkins diet. You can find it at Wiki, me lazy to post the url now. For most parts it sounds ok — I was prepared to give up rice, noodles, bread, sugared drinks, alcohol (oh le horror), but what I didn’t expect was to find caffeine on the list.


Guess I’m going to find out the hard way. Sniff.

me want to be a lean machine: day 1

Right, I am embarking on a project titled above. I had thought of ‘fat’ instead of ‘weight’ since you are supposed to be losing the former not the latter etc etc (ST can explain it better), but ‘lose the fucking fat’ does not sound as good as ‘lose the fucking weight’.

(KY:i left a comment
me: lean? hmm elaborate lean?
KY: yah, lean is less fat ma. like this product called lean crusine, tv dinner actually, with low fat
me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
KY: “lose” is like “do not”. a negative word
me: how to use lean as project name?
KY: “me wanna be a lean machine”. might be a good title)

Truth to be told, I don’t know how long I will be able to keep this up. My strategy is simple — cut down my food rations. Unfortunately I am a food lover, I love food, food excites me, the more the merrier, more than that even better. Beer is dessert. I love desserts.

But I realise that I have a HUGE problem. Having the extra fat makes me sluggish, and overall it brings down my morale. It makes me feel unattractive, undesirable etc. It didn’t bother me before, but now that I am older, I realise that I have to do something about my body image, overall image. I could be in possession of the best personality in the world, but unless my virtue-ful aura has a strong 5-mile radius, you can’t really tell just by looking at me, can you?

Whoever said that looks don’t matter, lied.

Whoever said that looks don’t matter much, lied too.

Looks matter. Period. Once you can fit into your clothes (‘cos no money to buy new ones), you feel more comfortable, your confidence level goes up, only THEN the great personality comes into play. Or the other way around. Whatever that works.

I don’t want to look like a stick-thin starved skinny bitch. Erm, that would probably never happen anyway, and I am glad. ‘Cos that is not healthy. Ideally, I want to look like… erm someone with curves. I like curves. Curves are hot. I used to have curves. Now I am just a blimp.

And I want to change that. I am tired of looking like a blimp. Clothes, especially the ones my current size are not cheap in Malaysia.

Neither are those diet plans. K should know, but it’s working for her. I don’t have that kinda money (even if I did, I’d splurge it all on food and beer!!! bwahahhaha!!! okay wrong attitude, jk). I don’t want to eat meat all the time. I don’t fancy being stuck in the toilet for ages. I’ll think about exercising. That’s extreme mental acrobatics, you know…

What I can do is, cut down my food rations. I believe it will help a lot. This blog obviously will be my log, so I have to be honest with myself.

Bla bla bla, this is a spur of the moment thing, though due for a long time I think. Maybe the affirmations worked; I was conscious of what I ate the entire day. Normally I wouldn’t have a clue. So here we go.

Breakfast: small bowl of porridge with egg and vege
Lunch: 2 spoons of rice, big serving of two types of green vege, 5-6 small pieces of chicken. Or pork, don’t really know what it was.
Tea: 3 Nescafe, 1 Coke, 3.5 spoons of nasi lemak
Dinner: 3 spoons of rice, one whole side of a steamed pomfret, 3 medium pieces of lean meat, a few pieces of fried tofu

Right. Wish me luck. Nites.

Related post:
The Fat Diaries

mom and nuts

Sometime in March, my mom went to Australia for an after-retirement holiday and also to visit her sister, my auntie who is living there.

She bought a few large packets of macadamia nuts which we love, and gave one packet to me when she returned a month later.

From April till September, I polished off only a quarter of the packet.

Last week, my mom saw the remaining nuts which I’d stored in a nice little jar.

Mom: You don’t want to eat, give me lah!
Me: Iyerr… why you buruk siku one…
Mom: Hah! Unfilial daughter!

A few days later, I gave her the jar of nuts.

Me: Nah, give you la… macadamia nuts anytime also can buy, but I got only one mother…
Mom: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!

Two days later, the jar was empty.

A bit regretting my ‘filialness’ moment now…

actorlympics/ douglas lim/ bill clinton/ lainie

My sister and I caught Actorlympics earlier, it was my second Actorlympics show since… erm my first Actorlympics show?

This language thing is so hard.

Afdlin Shauki, Douglas Lim, Reza, Joanna Bessey and one Actorlympics virgin whose name I can’t recall at the moment were darn brilliant, fantastic and pain-inducing — I laughed too much that I wanted to pee and laugh some more at the same time. Very painful. I don’t recommend it, so remember to empty your bladder prior to watching the show.

Had a drink with Douglas after the show, ‘cos he’s friends with my sister and they had lots to talk about etc etc. Found out that he will be in a Gavin Yap play, in Clive Barker’s Frankenstein In Love. I am not familiar with the storyline but by virtue of the director being Gavin Yap, I know it’s going to be disturbing.

Other familiar faces in the play are Patrick Teoh, Rashid Salleh, Melissa Maureen, Reza, Mano Maniam and U-En. OMG U-EN!!! That’s it, my ticket’s booked ๐Ÿ˜€

The play begins 27th October and ends 3rd November. No, I’m not getting paid to promote it ๐Ÿ™‚

Here’s an obligatory camwhore photo.

Suanie with Douglas Lim

That’s right, I have weird fingers.

You’d think twice now before messing with me.

Else I’d finger you.

And that would hurt.

Bwaha. Bwahahaha. Bwahahahahahahahaha!!!!!

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Been reading Bill Clinton’s autobiography My Life since forever… or one and a half weeks but I can’t even get past a quarter of the book. And I’m a pretty fast reader, but this one kinda got me. Maybe ‘cos I don’t really understand the intricates of American politics… heck, I don’t understand the intricacy of Malaysian politics… what’s my point again?

Riveting stuff though, just taking me a long while. Maybe I should ditch it for a bit and read some pointless short stories or something. Or Cleo. That stuff is pretty much brain-dead zone.

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I like Lainie-style posts.

alfa romeo/ supernova/ lainie

This is an Alfa Romeo 147 nicely parked at the green, lush KLPac.

Alfa Romeo 147

The good thing about this car is that it’s cute. The bad thing about this car is that the boot cannot really fit a Suan.

Alfa Romeo 147 - Suanie in boot

You can read a proper review at

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Haha, I know who got booted! Well, it’s about about about about time, I like the voice but I don’t think the person is suited for the band. Cewah, I talk as if I am part of the band making the decisions liddat. And why did Lukas murdered the Bon Jovi song last night? You do bad things got karma one you know.

My pick to win: Toby. I feel that Dilana is losing the fans. But like Chris asked, does it matter who wins? I guess not. The journey of speculation is damn fun though. I sat through an entire Williams session with Fireangel talking about the show and its people. See, reality shows strenghten friendship ties… heh…. SHOWS LIKE THIS, WHERE TO GET?!?!? ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜›

(By the way she is nominated for some Best Malaysia Blog. Go vote for her when the polls open! You know, just to piss her off ๐Ÿ˜€ )

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This Lainie-style post is very effective.

birth is the beginning of death

Om Mani Padme Hung Chant by Universal Wisdom Foundation (‘Science & Buddhism’ -1998)