I AM THE SPINMEISTER.

Take THAT, WORLD!

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Cold Foobs.

I never made the link before, but since I got my foobs I've been feeling cold more frequently than usual. My chest in particular is really sensitive to any drop in the temperature and is the first part of my body to start shivering (do limbs shiver?). Pending the circumstances, my first reaction is to hug my foobs. And only this evening did I start to wonder if cold boobs were normal (having never really had proper real boobs I couldn't really tell).

So I looked it up on the net and whaddya know, I'm not the only one who gets cold foobs! There're quite a number of women out there who've noted that their implants are generally either distinctly colder or warmer than the rest of their bodies. Apparently it's because silicone conducts heat (and loses heat) slower than human tissue (which temperature is naturally regulated anyway by blood).

Something new every day!


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Waiting

for caffeine to take effect. Meanwhile, see pic of where I'll be in just under 17 days' time:




Toodles!


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17.5

days to goooooooooo!!!!!!!!! PACKING LIST!!!


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Excess baggage.

Did you know that one Starbucks cinnamon roll has 620 calories? Even if we assume that's for an American-sized roll, an Asian counterpart at half the size would still pack a whopping 310 calories. That's not much more than its "low fat" blueberry muffin, which has 302 calories. And a double tall non-fat no-whip mocha still has more calories (174) than a double tall non-fat caramel macchiato (ok, that's probably because a macchiato has less milk).

On average, I've packed away 500 Starbucks calories every working morning. Which by itself isn't too bad since that's still less than a third of my daily calorie needs. Except that in the past couple of years - 2008 in particular - I've been chasing breakfast with meals saturated with grease, sodium and preservatives. Not taking into account sporadic beer binges, I've consumed an average of about 2,500 calories per day in the past three years. That's 156% of what I actually need. I feel... congested. Not yet corpulent, but rather more cellulite-y that I should be. Chemical-y.

I am a walking toxic dump.

So, in line with New Year's Resolution #2, I'm going to eat healthier and consume less calories this year. Bikini-fabulous and, erm, bounding up mountains like a light-weight goat. And I have a sackful of grapefruit to prove it.

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Too Thousand and Nein.

I left right after the countdown last night, completely sober and looking forward to spending the first day of the new year bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and raring to go (where exactly, I hadn't quite yet figured out, but it would've been some sort of run, I guess). Instead, I woke up in the morning feeling like a sock being turned inside out, starting with my uterus. Hence New Year Resolution #1:

I will take my flaxseed oil supplements regularly.

In fact, this year will be all about regularity, in a way. Sticking to things, finishing off what I've started, making the most of what I already possess. Perseverance. Tenacity. Ardour. Words one commonly finds in a school motto. Because in the past few weeks I was forced to do a mental inventory of all my possessions and wow I do possess quite a bit. A lot of it was just clutter, objects used-and-abused and stuff which sentimental value had eroded completely over time. But several items did rather painfully stand out for representing desire without the willpower for execution. Dusty half-completed self-study courses in assorted languages, boxes of watercolours and empty sketchbooks, clothes a half-size too small for me, an army of cosmetics and toiletries promising a brand new beautiful me, etc. So New Year Resolution #2 would read something like:

I will not buy anything new unless there is nothing amongst my possessions that could conceivably provide for the same purpose.

It saves me money and puts less pressure on the environment too. #3:

Painting, physical fitness and Portuguese.

Of course there are other things I want to do this year, like making the most of my digital camera and learning to ride a motorcyle, but these things don't start with the letter "P". But Philippines, Pemuteran (in North Bali) and Phu Quoc (in Vietnam) do, all relevant to #4:

Travel.

Fairly achievable resolutions for 2009, I'd say. Which apparently is a good thing, according to this recent BBC article cautioning people against new year resolutions because failure to execute them "could trigger feelings of failure and inadequacy". And I certainly wouldn't want to feel those. Like cockroaches. I would absolutely not want to feel a cockroach, or one crawling up my leg. I really hate cockroaches.

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