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My new and prettiful food journal blog

Following my weight awareness pre­vi­ously, I have exper­i­enced periods of “Okay, I’m going to shed those fatty 10 pounds in 2 months” and “Fuck this isn’t even going to work”. During one of those periods of optimism, I started my food and fitness blog: Rilly Fit. I am making a daily record of:

  • Food con­sump­tion.
  • Exercise.
  • Good fitness/dieting tips I come across.

I will also make body meas­ure­ments from time to time and record these. Many weight loss articles have recom­men­ded starting a food journal because the need to record every food that is consumed will make one feel guilty if they have consumed something. At the same time, I guess having recorded no or minimal exercise in a day will also make me feel guilty.

If anyone’s inter­ested in my progress or self-reminder tips or ideas for starting your own one, feel free to check it out! It’s my new source of pride. <3

rillyfit My new and prettiful food journal blog

I just got the bottom of my left foot burnt with liquid nitrogen today to kill a plantar wart, so cardio exercises are out of the picture for now. 6 My new and prettiful food journal blog The new direction is dis­cov­er­ing more good eating and home exercise tips!


My first offline online-Secret Santa

Thanks to Emma and Snark, I just received my first ever gift from a Secret Santa organised online.

I felt so bad putting forward a massive “dislikes list”, but I often do receive a lot of Christmas gifts I have no idea what to do with…

  • I have my own cup at home, I do not need a bigazil­lion mugs and glasses.
  • I have an unro­mantic Asian family, we do not light candles, maybe wait until I’ve moved out.
  • I do not use a camera made in the 1990s, nor do I print photos, so I have not needed photo frames or albums since I was 11.
  • I already have a five years’ supply of body lotions from buying too much from girly stores.
  • Unless it’s a 4+ set of kit­ch­en­ware, one-off cutlery pieces do not match the rest of what we have.
  • Imprac­tical things.

Unfor­tu­nately I get a mountain load of them. (I know I’m such a whiner.)

I’m a very material person that do not appre­ci­ate what would usually be thought of as sweet things. I do not like handmade crafted gifts unless they were up to a pro­fes­sional standard, I do not like things I can’t use in everyday life. A gift voucher, though it looks flat and cheap, is sometimes the far better choice. A simple tip for getting gifts you’re not sure someone would def­in­itely like: ask for an exchange card.

For­tu­nately, my amazing 2010 Snark Secret Santa Ashley got me the cutest, prettiest notebooks!

secretsanta20101 My first offline online Secret Santa

secretsanta20102 My first offline online Secret Santa

Cute sta­tion­ery just can’t go wrong.


Failure made the climax of my day

I thought all grown males (at least through the Internet) would have become accus­tomed to such scenes under their own volition over their high school years? But perhaps modern males have not failed that far–yet.

A couple of years ago, searching “failure” in Google would produce something along the lines of George Bush for the first result. Today, though George Bush no longer grins back at the first instance as Google thinks “failure”, the fun has not just yet ended.

Not far down the Google search results page for failure

failure Failure made the climax of my day

At the time, this result was about 4th top.

Me: *eyes brighten up* OoOoOoOoh

Boyfriend: Don’t click it…

Me: *clicks*

*watches boyfriend run for his life (literally)*

*LOL*

Three hours later… That mis­chiev­ous boyfriend of mine decided to pull the prank on his friends. So there I was, tapping f-a-i-l-u-r-e-dot-o-r-g into the address bar on J‘s laptop. But four guys at the table, and none of them wanted to tap the final “Enter” key. Even­tu­ally, Jason’s own finger triggered the last step of the prank.

Before the page was fully loaded, one of the guys shut the lid of the laptop at the sight of… Mmm. Well, and there we were, a group of psycho-maniacs ROFL-ing at lime green and crap.