My Carrot Juice is BETTER than yours.

Hahahahaaaaaa........I feel so good today, I have a feeling that something good is coming my way today. My night was splendid, I had a dream about my love (will blog about him someday) and when I woke up, I was overwhelmed with the thought of going home when am done with my exams to see my family again after about 6 months.

The thought of going home reminds me of how much weight I have added now and I know my mum is going to KILL me when she sees me and what has become of her cute baby. Now I have to shed these extra fat speedily and since I have only one month to do that, am going to do it the easiest way possible. I seriously cant starve myself because I love food, so am going to eat lots of fruit cos I believe that will work for me.

Without a second thought, I left my bed and now in my kitchen to see what I have, opening the fridge, and there it is; carrot! So am going to do carrot juice and have it later for dinner instead of eating heavy meals at night. This is my first attempt and hope it turns out good as I anticipate it will

Carrots in the sink waiting to be washed

Washed carrot in my lovely plate

Chopping board and a knife to cut the carrot

cut carrot, almost ready

Ready for blending, with water

A sieve to take out the part not needed

Taking out the juice with the sieve

Hahaa, my juice, ready

Put it in the fridge and leaving for my class now, when I return I'll drink it all

My friend told me to add milk to it, so I used this little

Finally, this is the mixture of milk and the juice I made. Now am back home from school and I Love this. Am going to do this again or maybe the next one will be Apple juice. Time for bed; it was better than I even thought and if I do this everyday, I'll be more than happy going home and so will my mum too and virtually every one that sees me. HAHAHAAAA

Obesity.....am on my way!

Now I weigh 75kg and if I continue like this, next week, I will be over 100kg and will need to be chosen for "Biggest Loser Africa". Probably I can work towards making Biggest Loser Africa a reality so that I help my self cos I apparently dont know how to stop my self from eating. Or better still, maybe writing this will help me reduce and slow down cos I really dont wanna lose it all...

Last week, I was fasting all through so never ate anything in school till I got home in the evening. I was only drinking water so that it gives me strength and I dont pass out. Apart from the fact that I lost 2kg within that period, I was also able to save my whole lunch money (about rm50) and felt active instead of heavy like I do rite now...

First thing I did today was to buy a big bottle of water, even though am not fasting I wanted to drink the whole thing before class ends at 5pm, but the sad thing is that am not home with my water now cos I forgot at the cash deposit machine while I was trying to bank in my rent money . Then during my 2hours break, I went to buy chicken rice and decided I wanted extra rice on my plate which the "abang" serving me willingly gave. I washed the food down with a cold bottle of iced lemon tea and drank my water and sat still for my 3 hrs lectures. I got a 10 minutes break and asked one of my classmate who was goin to the cafeteria to buy me chicken nuggets, and as if that was not enough I began to think of eating waffle after class. Since I couldnt resist the temptation, I went straight there after class and she smiled at me "chocolate and peanut butter?" I smiled back and gave her a nod to say thatz actually the waffle flavor I want, then I payed the money (rm2.50) and stopped a taxi to go home.

As I ate my waffle in the car on my way home, I reflected back on all the things I have consumed and that voice came back "stop eating junk Nanko, loose that weight cos I want u to luk gud" the warning voice of my sweet dad. Thank God he's not here cos then I would have felt worse, but the truth is I have had too much to eat today and am not even ok yet cos I still want to eat noodles before I read and retire to bed. I definitely wont look at my weighing scale today cos am sure I have added the 2kg that I managed to lose in 1 week within just a day.

I have to stop, I must stop else obesity will be staring me rite in the face soon, sooner, soonest.

SHREK 4; wat r our kids watching?

I had my whole day planned out, I was going to;

deep condition my hair with Tresemme Keratin conditioner,

bake cookies from the new recipe book I got at MPH bookshop,

watch "hangover" for the 20th time,

sleep for 2hours on my newly washed bedsheet

blog about LOVE and

work on VINELAND assignment.

Then my phone rang, I didnt wan2 pick up at first but when I looked at the caller ID, I couldnt resist. Rejoice was calling, she must have gist for me, I thought and yeah she did only that she reminded me of my promise to watch a movie with her this weekend. Of course I wan2 watch a movie, so we fixed a time and went to watch SHREK 4 at 7:20 pm, we actually wanted to watch the 3D version of it but got no seat so we settled for the normal seat; am kind of glad I didnt watch 3D cos I would have regretted wasting my money

We bought pop corn, I ate hot dog and got coke to wash down the pop corn as I prepared for the movie. A lot of kids were at the cinema today and they were all there to watch Shrek 4, itz a cartoon and kids lyk cartoon so itz not a big deal, afterall most of them were there with their parents.

There is seriously nothing so fascinating about that cartoon, I prefer Shrek 1 better and still think itz the best ever. However, that is not the main gist, as I watched, I noticed how engrossed all the kids were- laughing, repeating the words of shrek, donkey, Pus, Fiona and almost everyone in the cartoon. "you are a CATastrophy" and "you are reDONKulious" seemed to be the most exciting of it all cos the kids especially the one seating next to me kept repeating that line over and over again...

Itz good when we let our kids have fun and have a change of environment watching movies instead of always being in front of the Tv, but the question is "do we really care about what our kids are watching and what the media is doing to them?". Some one might say "after all itz just a cartoon" and yes it is but what is in the cartoon, is there any morale in there? I watched it too and couldnt help noticing; violence (when Shrek and Fiona fought), witch craft (open display of them flying on broom sticks), and imaginary life (they live happily ever after).

Am not a movie or cartoon critic and never intend to be one, but the truth is parents really have to watch what they allow their kids to watch cos even though it may seem "ordinary" this kids are really picking up things from what they see and hear in this cartoons and most importantly attempt to apply them to their every day life.

Knock...knock "helloooo, can u move now?"

My only means of transportation is by Taxi :D cos I decided that I will never use a bus, not pride, but because I dont use a bus in my country so why should I do so here in a foreign place, after all I can afford a taxi so why not? The truth is sometimes I wish I could walk to wherever it is am going to cos only God knows the type of humiliation I suffer in the hands of taxi drivers, I decided one day to always seat at the back seat and not say a word to any of them till I get to my destination and that has at least paid off....

So, today when I left home for school I was in a very good mood and thanx to Dr Priya, I had an interesting time during my classes. In the same spirit, I left my class to go home only to discover it was raining cats and dogs, "Natalie, itz rainin" I said to one of my classmates who then offered me an umbrella and I set out to get a taxi that will take me all the way home.

I knew I was doomed when I stood in the rain with Natalie's small umbrella for about 20 minutes and got no taxi, my bag was getting soaked with the water and so was my jeans at my feet. I was losing hope when suddenly I waved a cab and it stopped. There was great traffic jam, so cars moved slowly. few minutes away from the school gate I felt like going to the toilet but I told myself that I could hold it till I got home. I was wrong cos the hold up was getting worse and he, the taxi driver wasnt moving fast

I felt lyk givin him a tap on the head a "Knock....knock, hello can u move now" cos this dude seemed not to be in a hurry but I was cos I was pressed and needed to use the toilet or else " I'll die"...

It was almost coming out on me and I ran all the way upstairs to release myself...

Now am relieved and I have made up my mind that as far as taxi is concerned here in Malaysia, I will never again enter a Malay man's car cos I have discovered that they are generally too slowgish for my liking and if anytin lyk ds happens again then I may just die in the car while the driver moves lyk a snail. I will only enter a taxi with a Chinese or Indian driver, even though they generally charge more and tend to be reckless, but they at least take me to my destination fast enough and I dont have to worry about dying or soiling my clothes with SHIT!