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Monday, May 22, 2006
Today was a nightmare trip to the gynae's office. Never in my life has a pap-smear felt so intrusive nor have my ovaries felt so abused. She tells me to relax as she shoves the speculum in with swift, cruel precision without even blinking. And all I can do is wince and count ceiling tiles while my legs freeze up in shock from feeling my insides being scraped at. The ultrasound? Fantastic. It was somewhat similar to taking a gentle baseball bat pat to your lower abs while holding in a full bladder.
Believe me, I was half tempted to start limping once I got off the examination table.
Apparently over the weekend I've managed to gain a little weight. I use the term "little" with much precaution. I really don't see a logical reason for me to give a flying fuck about a few ounces or so. After all, more weight (if it distributes and pads correctly, which is hardly the case) equates to a curvier bottom and/or a sexier cleavage to boot.
Damn my bloody scale and the general stick population in Malaysia.
Guess I'll cry about it over a healthy dose of chocolate happiness. I like losing weight, but I don't like it THAT much. Not enough to give up chocolate for it. So bite me.
Since I'm on the topic of food, have I ever mentioned how disturbing dead sea cucumbers look (please don't even get me started on the live ones)? I had the pleasure of watching a few leathery, flaccid bodies soon-to-be-dinner thaw out in a tray of water for about 30 seconds. Despite giggling like a curious little school girl as I prodded them with solemn fascination using a pair of chopsticks, they really made my skin crawl. After a prod or two, I had hastily ditched the chopsticks and went to look for something else to amuse myself with. Yet here I am, staring at the pot of stew that my mom just brought out to the table. Ingredients? Sea cucumber, shitake mushrooms and chicken.
Granted I was never a huge fan of the "Braised Abalone with Sea Cucumber and Mushroom" dish at the glam chinese weddings (usually course number three or four following the ever so popular Shark's Fin Soup), I never really did bother to try it. If anything, I'd only pick out the abalone :P
The other popular sea cucumber dish is the Fatt Tiu Cheong (uhm, loosely translated "Buddha Jump Over the Wall"). Never had that one either. Fancy that.
But I digress. At the moment, I am critically eyeing the pot of stew with tendrils of steam snaking away from its surface over the top of my lappie screen with much skepticism.
It's time for dinner.
To be continued...
Today was a nightmare trip to the gynae's office. Never in my life has a pap-smear felt so intrusive nor have my ovaries felt so abused. She tells me to relax as she shoves the speculum in with swift, cruel precision without even blinking. And all I can do is wince and count ceiling tiles while my legs freeze up in shock from feeling my insides being scraped at. The ultrasound? Fantastic. It was somewhat similar to taking a gentle baseball bat pat to your lower abs while holding in a full bladder.
Believe me, I was half tempted to start limping once I got off the examination table.
Apparently over the weekend I've managed to gain a little weight. I use the term "little" with much precaution. I really don't see a logical reason for me to give a flying fuck about a few ounces or so. After all, more weight (if it distributes and pads correctly, which is hardly the case) equates to a curvier bottom and/or a sexier cleavage to boot.
Damn my bloody scale and the general stick population in Malaysia.
Guess I'll cry about it over a healthy dose of chocolate happiness. I like losing weight, but I don't like it THAT much. Not enough to give up chocolate for it. So bite me.
Since I'm on the topic of food, have I ever mentioned how disturbing dead sea cucumbers look (please don't even get me started on the live ones)? I had the pleasure of watching a few leathery, flaccid bodies soon-to-be-dinner thaw out in a tray of water for about 30 seconds. Despite giggling like a curious little school girl as I prodded them with solemn fascination using a pair of chopsticks, they really made my skin crawl. After a prod or two, I had hastily ditched the chopsticks and went to look for something else to amuse myself with. Yet here I am, staring at the pot of stew that my mom just brought out to the table. Ingredients? Sea cucumber, shitake mushrooms and chicken.
Granted I was never a huge fan of the "Braised Abalone with Sea Cucumber and Mushroom" dish at the glam chinese weddings (usually course number three or four following the ever so popular Shark's Fin Soup), I never really did bother to try it. If anything, I'd only pick out the abalone :P
The other popular sea cucumber dish is the Fatt Tiu Cheong (uhm, loosely translated "Buddha Jump Over the Wall"). Never had that one either. Fancy that.
But I digress. At the moment, I am critically eyeing the pot of stew with tendrils of steam snaking away from its surface over the top of my lappie screen with much skepticism.
It's time for dinner.
To be continued...
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Sean Sean Tan;
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