Better off 5 years ago?

When it comes to politic, my attitude has always been, and would remains, apathy. So it irritates the hell out of me when it's time for General Election because good TV programs would be suspended for these politicians and politician-wannabes to come on air, appearing to be sincere and try to bribe, bluff, threaten and beg for the people's votes.

Then few days ago, I was sitting in front of my telly surfing for a good show to watch, Mr Hubby invaded and switched my channel. I don't know the title of that program nor do I care. To me, it was some politician pitching their 'sale talk'. Then one of the opposition raised a question, "Are you better off than you were five years ago?

That set me thinking...

This was me, five years ago, roughly about a month before I dispensed myself from that miserable life that I shared with my ex-boyfriend whom I had been with for the last five and a half year. His infidelity and irresponsibility had almost wreaked my life. I was physically, psychologically and financially damaged.

When I left him, I was in debt, I had no roof over my head, and not too many people to turn to. I seek shelter in a very filthy house which I suspected was haunted. Over the years of numbing myself when I was with my ex-boyfriend, my reliance on prescription drugs had messed up my health big time. My state of mind and my social relation were also in a huge mess. In short, my life was chaotic and I was all on my own.

So I made up my mind to clean up my life. In the beginning, I wasn't sure if I was capable to even move on but with sheer perseverance I was able to turn my life around.

I took on a new role in my job which put me on a vertical learning curve. It was hard, but I had the best job satisfaction and earned my first taste of dignity and respect which I had lost in those years hanging out with my ex.

I settled my highly over-due divorce (yes, I was even once married to a pig) and sold my matrimonial flat which I used the money to pay off my debts. Then I took up a loan and bought my first private condo which had its value sky-rocketed in the years that followed.

I met a wonderful man. Fell in love. Had his child. Married and had been blissful ever since. Last year, we welcomed our second child.

While, there had been ups and downs, recessions and job losses, I was never in any way affected long enough. I had grown to be resilient.

In these 5 years, I had built a career doing something that I like, own and co-own two private properties, became mom to two most lovable children and wife to the most wonderful husband, be the sponsor of a child in Mongolia, and enjoying every bits of life's luxuries. I am not just better off than five years ago, I am having the BEST time of my life!

So does that means my vote should go to the PAP?

I certainly don't believe any politicians or government can do a thing more, or (for the pessimestic) less, to my life than what I can on my own.

The question ISN'T 'Are you better off than you were?'

The question IS: 'Why wait or hope for someone to come and make your life better, when you can just make that change on your own?'

Lipo Re-work

Just came back from my Medan lipo trip, now I am all swollen and sore, but very much looking forward to finally having a waist.

After having my arms and shoulders done at Medan in January, I am rather satisfied with the results and decided to have my waist, flanks, abs and lower back re-work with the same doctor. And I also had my fats transfer to fill up the dents on my butts left by Dr R, the first doctor whom I had lipo with.

Ever since first liposuction with Dr R from TCS at Central, I have always wanted to kick myself for making such a fucking bad choice. Besides being freaking expensive, Dr R's work is a piece of CRAP! There were unevenness everywhere and my lower back was simply untouched, except for the two pit-like scars and dents that he left behind.

I know it's bad of me to say this, but I really think he should just go back to be a goddamn GP because he is  REALLY JUST A GODDAMN GP and a fucking plastic surgeon wannabe!

Anyway, coming back to Medan had really been good. The nurses and Jenny have all remembered me and came to the reception to welcome me. When I was on the OT table, screaming, the nurses held my hands and pat my shoulders gently to comfort and encourage me. And the doctor is an artisan who totally understand the silhouette of a woman, so unlike Dr R who work on me like some medical intern!

Look. I even had a souvenir for them - MY FATS. They had froze my fats and packed it for me to bring back to Singapore. It looks like a packet of curry! GROSS!

The nurses told me that I could use my own fats on my face as a moisturiser. I scooped out a tiny bit of my frozen fat and tried to spread it on the back of my hand and it melted into what felt like animal lard. Arrrggghhh!! It was disgusting! So I dumped it. Thanks, but I would prefer to use my SK-II.

Now the fun begins! Wound care. I have 9 of these which I have to meticulous clean them, dry them, pat iodine on them, apply medication to them, put on anti-bacteria gauze them and then cover ALL 9 of them up with gauze and surgical plasters.

Mr Hubby asked if this would be my last lipo. Hmm... I don't know but I really hope it would be the last. *fingers crossed.

Unsettled

One day before I am due for travel and I have, not one, but two sick children. Plus more bad news from the kids' paediatrician - Laetitia has to "upgrade" from the normal Ventolin to a steroid-based inhaler. *shake head.

Makes me feel so bad to be away from home and away from them for the next three days. This sucks!

Parenthood... it is filled with too much surprises awaiting you and me. Too much.

Having a Daughter

I always imagine the best thing about having a daughter is that you can go shopping with her, try on nice stuff and then camwhore together!



In reality, camwhoring to Laetitia means taking ugly pictures with funny expressions. The uglier, the better.


But still, it was fun hanging out at the mall with my daughter.

1 Month, Almost 4 Kilos Gone

From 64.0kg to 60.8kg in 31 days.

I have lost close to 4kgs (3200g to be exact) in my first month of diet. *grinning. And I could still have my feast of crabs for dinner earlier! Salted Eggs and Creamy Pumpkin Crabs! Low-carb, no guilt, fingers licking good!

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Mr Hubby hand-made me a poster, actually it was meant to be used for cheering me on at the Class 95's Stiletto Race, but I caught a cold a couple of days back and decided not to run for the race.

Because the poster is so beautifully done up by my sweetest hubby, it would be a waste not putting it into good use, so I would pretend that it is meant to cheer me on for my quest of weight-loss instead. Hmm... where shall I hang it? Right in the middle of our living room? Hahaha...

7kg more to target! GANBATEH to myself!!