Turned Off.

Two frustrating thing happened this morning that turn me off, way off.

1. The Weighing Machine

I thought it was not working when I tried it a few days while mopping the bakae floor. This morning when I saw my wife weighing herself, I put on a friendly remark that it aint working. Here's what I got in reply * you are too heavy that's why it cant give readings *.

Frankly, I'm pleased with my current weight, standing at 1.805 metre tall and 77.5 kg. Occasionally. it may go up to 78 when I have heavy meal. I thought I was too skinny back to the days when I was in secondary school, JC, NS, and uni life. That may explain why I didnt manage to attract Orange Juice or other mei mei. Here I am, proportionally quite correct except for the belly part, where at times I fo felt disgusted when looking at it. I'm working on it to get back in shape, to be exact, to get 6 packs. Waiting WS to teach me how. He told me doing crunches effectively is not about the number of counts. It's the technique that one needs to get it right, and as much as 20 will do. We'll see.

I dont like the remark at all. I think it's sarcastic. And the worst case is you got it from someone living with you everyday, and I see it like gonna to have it for the rest of mty f**king marriage life. I'm off. Totally turned off. All I want to do now is to put her on ignore list, which I did. I dont have to prove her wrong by reducing weight. At least when I do, I do it a proper, traditional way of exercising. Not by means of having something into the stomach, that leads me to the next topic of discussion.

2. Cambridge Diet

I saw my wife fixing the drink in a big big cup while I on the PC to check which f**king company calling me for meeting. I didnt manage to find the company name, and cant find the right CV that made me a slight success of getting someone to call me at last. Anyway, this aint matter much. I was puzzled why is she not taking the milk which I bought a few days ago. She has been complaining to me that she aint sh*ting at all for long time. Hey, this isnt healthy. I thought having milk in the stomach helps (as proven by my own testing) you to produce sh*t easily, Though medically, different bodies have different responses to chemical reactions. And here I am, trying to help, and got at least 4 different flavors of Meiji milk - chocolate, coffee, strawberry. and low fat fresh milk. I took the coffee flavor to office, knowing that it aint her preference. She also acknowledge that strawberry isnt her likes (when I poured for her in the morning before leaving for work). So, she can have the chocolate and hell, the low fat one.

Bloody hell, for few days liao, the milk left untouched. Need me to pour for her right? ok lor. I poured the strawberry one lor, and she said * I dont like it*. ok, I said * please finish this glass and I shall not pour the strawberry one for you the next time *. So she's expecting me to pour the other flavor for her every morning. I dont mind, though, to do this little things. But when I hear those sarcastic remarks that turned me off, oh man I tell you, Dont bother! @#$#%@#$%#%

This happended before. I used to buy a chocolate Magnolia Fresh milk for her, if I remember correctly. It expired.

man in Happiness

I would say, besides enjoying the pleasure of someone cooking dinner for you, I need to add a defintion to the above phrase. That is, this man will have such experiences once in a while. Someone to anger you, someone to turn you off, someone to slap you in your face. The learning process is never easy.


My calf is ok, after yesterday's game. Another boring game, but I'm glad the legs are doing good. They should be able to carry me through the whole series in Hang Zhou.


Back to work. Havent had lunch yet. Stupid DJ, thought he's coming down, so turned down my lunch kakis.