Growing Up or Growing Old?
If you do a quick Google search on ‘growing up quotes’, most of them are probably written by old hags who hate being old. Because honestly, growing up and growing older has to converge at some point in your life. They’re correlated and nobody can escape the purported horror of the two. And yet we fear them like the plague.
Today, not only am I one day older to becoming 23, I have also grown up into an adult! Because MY MOMMA SAID SO….
Side track: Please check out this video where kids will literally stand up for whatever their mommas tell them. And I actually resonate with these kids.
So today the Sun decided to peer through, while the thick clouds that have been covering our blue skies decided to be blown away. And just when I was talking about the sombre weather yesterday… God chose to bless us with good weather today, yay!
I started the day slow and sluggish which was an ideal Saturday morning I must say. If there’s one thing that perked me up real good, it would have been my Skype conversation with Alex. I haven’t seen my fav ang-moh in forever!!! (Sorry, no screen shots of our Skype faces cos I had just woken up then) But here, this is Alex my favourite ang-moh whom I’ve known since 1999. Her heart is made of gold and her mind consists of a complex network like a maze, so pardon her if she ever jumps from one random topic to another entirely random topic. (Please do not kill me if you see this)
AND, of course when you grow up, you have to perfect the art of cooking edible food for yourself. Which I managed to do so today! I managed to 炒 my mee-fen into perfect silkiness oiliness! Okay, I still need to improve on the salty meat patties, but this is a huge improvement from my soggy mee-fen that I last cooked for myself a couple of weeks back.
Tahhhhdahhhh
(Special thanks to Beat for giving me those polka-dotted cutlery all the way from Paris)
Final stuff: Since I cannot even commit to myself to quit unnecessary snacking, I have to make it public such that it bonds me.
I, Camelia shalt quit overeating and quit over-snacking if I refuse to move my fat ass to exercise. And I must remember that sugar, salt and oil are not my best friends.
Failure to do so will result in Chester poking my fat belly when I return to Singapore. Which I really don’t want.
Please, if you are reading this, help me keep to my oath, thanks.