Kian suggested to me that we should go down to market to get some fresh grocery in Sunday arvo.
I thought, well.. It was a great idea as we haven’t been to any markets for a long time. Long time as in.. more than  1 year?

I was quite excited about the whole FRESH food. Turn out, I was abit disappointed.
The mandarins were rotten on the outside. The bananas were severely and badly oxydised. The lemons were overproced.

As I walking among the people, I was feeling rather nervous, and slightly breathless. p/s: I now remember market doesn’t sell fresh air, too.

I wasn’t worried people nicking my wallet, or hitting me from behind, or the vege stall employee giving me the evil-look for choosing my winter melon for long time….

All I care was, please you people! Do NOT step on my pretty shoes!! They are my favourite colours!!!

So, I’ve been coughing my lungs out. I can feel that I’m coming down with something. The cough is dry, and slight acidic. Erm, some sort of reflux, eh? Few doses of PPI are doing me good for now, but not my motivation.

A colleage from my workplace organised a fairwell dinner at one of restaurant close to one of my workplaces. I told her I wasn’t able to make it. The cough, cold, motivation blah blah blah. Meantime, Kian puts my name down to have fancy dinner at The Left Bank. I was first very excited. But I realised I don’t get excited enough to go. I rang him from work, while still coughing my lungs out… he was slightly disappointed but understood.

I came home. I was thinking of heating up my let over fried rice..probably boil some soup to go. And..and… and.. I had all things planned and organised. And all I wanted is a quite night. No mobile, no messages. No phone. No TV.

As soon as I walked into the house, the light was on. Erm.. what’s going on? I saw a pack of take-away on my desk.
I saw the Unagi Don. It was Kian who bought it from the local Japanese eating place. He drove all the way back for me, and before he went back up to Freo again.
I was washing my face with my tears. Oh! He is such a sweetheart!

I had one of those days — anti-socialism. All I wanted is no (extra) questions asked, no (extra) task *.* so I can have some room to cough my lungs out
Thank you very much.

yeah, I know.. one of those days.

Clearly, it didn’t happen. The rainbow seems to be sooo close to us. I therefore had to take 2 photos to make a perfect shot.

Life at the moment is abit like that — falling into 2 pieces (or more?).
I’m trying and hoping to put everything into ONE big piece. A beautiful and perfect one, too.

p/s: the moment we drove pass Canning Bridge, the rainbow gone. — how quick is that?

It is Diabetes Week this week. And at my workplace, we organised ‘Don’t Ignore Diabetes’ Campaign. This campaign was launched since July 2005.
I was quite excited with this activity at work. You know.. the whole display, a little bit of design, and most importantly — getting out from the dispensary and do something (more) exciting!

I was asked to design a poster 2 days before the campaign begun.. gosh! I wasn’t inspired at all. I can’t think artistically under pressure like this. So, I called Keegan to get one done. And guess what? Keegan did it in less than 10 minutes time. How awesome is ME? — One phone call, and all done. Of course, Keegan is more awesome in this case Many thanks, Keegan.

I was excited about the uniform sponsored by Diabetes WA and Abbott. It was awesomely blue! You know, for one week, 5 days, I don’t have to wear my granny-like uniform to work. G… my uniform is getting tighter and tighter. Not impressed at all.

Before the start of the campaign, I was told to read and understand my work well. You know.. like a nerd. I have to understand all the answers before I got the questions from the public. So yeah, pretty much everything. We were told how to read the nutrition label well. Example, you are recommended to have less than 10% of glucose (sugar) in each serve of meal. 10% can be few milligram.. or in some case, 6 bloody gram!
Once everyone was told how to read the nutrition labels.. ppl start getting very cautious. In my opinion, they are rather frightening. “uh! gosh! I’m not eating that!” “G! That’s alot of sugar” Erm, why they only got terrified by now?

Come on, people! Thay are food! They are high GI .. but they are food! They aint joker from The Dark Knight!! They aint your face without make-up! for pig’ sake.

Clearly, I’m not the best candidate for this sorta campaign.  

I personally think Diabetes is somewhat scary, if you don’t manage well. You know.. the eye problems, amputated leg. Eww 

But hey, moderation is the way to go. You have to enjoy your food! I must confess, I’m not that sort person would completely cut myself off from chocolate, Oreo, peanut butter etc etc…when I was told that eating peanut butter and chocolate are another form of catching cancer, oh dear, I just can’t help to help myself with 6 pieces of chocolate. Hey, Life is freaking short, mann!

and you know what? It is awesome!

p/s: Anyway, ignore my PMS-rant, please. We all should eat healthily and ‘Find 30′ everyday for a better life, right?

My missed my appointment on Monday at Red Cross Carousel ’cause I had to pick Kian up from work. Tsk tsk tsk.
Red Cross rang me yesterday, and kindly to fit me in today at City Red Cross. How cool is that? 

As usual, I’m a good ‘bleeder’ — eh, that’s the term used among the nurses who work at Red Cross.
This time, I managed to bleed 470mL just under 7minutes. I could have done better than this if I drink alot more water. Oh well, it’s Winter.. honestly, who will drink plenty of chilly water in a chilly Winter morning?

I met a new nurse who just started working at Blood Bank fornot long ago. I just knew something was going wrong - she didn’t poke the needle deep enough into my vein. So yeah, the needle was probably sitting very close to the nerve ending, and it was killing me!! At that time, SEVEN minutes seem like a freaking ages!
Anyway, I smiled at her, telling her for all the good work. But, she could ‘poke’ the needle abit deeper.
I tried to stay calm and put up a ‘pain-less’ facial expression. I figure it out, we all were new/young once. We have to start somewhere. I was given plenty of oppurtunities in my life, and I shall do the same for the others as well. Right?

On my way to my car, I decided to do a Karen Cheng. Eeeep.

Apparently, Red Cross is running some campaign for the local AFL teams — either you pick the Dockers (purple) or the Eagles (yellow).

My option is pretty obvious if you manage to spot the colour compression bandage on my right arm.

Cool eh?

I’m just feeling a little bit too stressed at the mo. With all the portfolio fink, exam in 4 weeks time. *holy cow!* — I haven’t even done much about it.

Seriously, what I’ve been doing all these times? sigh

I’m trying to catch up as much as I can. Gosh, you know, even to get the motivation ups is just sooo difficult.

So, procrastination leads me (and tummy) to Kraft Crunchy Peanut Butter — The ultimate comfort food.

I have peanut butter on toast, biskies and celery. I try to convice myself celery is part of the healty food. So yeah, with the awesomeness from both hell and heaven, I won’t feel that bad to certain extend, right?

OK. I lie. I don’t dip celery in peanut butter.
I “dip” a metal spoon and scoop up the peanut butter… one spoonful, another spponful..and another one.

So insane, so wrong, yet so awesome!!!

p/s: what’s your favourite comfort food? Come on, tell me! I’m sure you got one too!