You Speak Very Good English

| at 10:26 AM

So I met this lady today in the MRT trying to get me buying her stuff. It was some kind of a beauty product or something. I sensed some hard-selling in her.

"Hi.. are you a Singaporean?"
(why do you need to enquire my nationality if you just want me to buy your products? What an irrelevant attempt.)

"No"
(I hope this lady will go away once I say that I am not a Singaporean. This trick usually works for bank officers trying to get me sign up for their credit cards.)

"Where are you from?"
(Oh please, you know it is none of your business.)

"Indonesia"
(This lady looks Chinese. I doubt she understands Malay. Maybe I should stop speaking English and switch to Bahasa Indonesia to make her go away.)

"So you are here studying? Or working?"
(What? So if I work means I get some sort of income. Even better for her.)

"Studying."
(Get it now? I am poor. I don't have any money to buy your things.)

"I see... University?"
(Oh so you see. Now, do I look like a primary school student based on what you saw?)

"Yes."
(Now if you'll excuse me.)

"Maybe you can help me do some survey in my office. It is about 10 minutes walk from here. Very near. Will you help?"
(I know your tricks. Once I am in your office you will try to hard sell your products.)

"Mmm... sorry, but I am meeting my friends. They are already waiting for me."
(Try to walk faster.. try to walk faster..)

"Oh... Ok. How about I give you a name card for you to call if you have any questions?"
(Yeah, whatever.)

"Ok."
(And she gave me a brochure. A weight loss brochure.
**** off. Do I look fat to you?)

"Thanks. You speak very good English."

"Bye."


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Wait!
What do you mean by "you speak very good English" ???

Stereotype, maybe?

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Weight and Twisted Perception

| at 10:54 PM

For years people have been trying to inspire others on how being fat is normal and people should cherish their body. I sort of agree with them, however, only to a certain extent. I think it is OK to have slanty eyes, flat face, and black hair. I think it is OK to have a dark skin-tone. I think it is OK to have curly hair. I think it is OK to be who you are and cherish the body you are born with. But being fat? Seriously??


Studies have shown that obese teenagers are reducing their chances to get their soul mate by the time they are 40. Studies have shown that people who exercise regularly and eat less oily food live longer. Studies have also shown that being lighter (but not too light) is healthier; that is, reducing your chance of getting complications when you are older. Studies also have shown that lighter people have better sexual life.

I think those 'inspirational' talks are just fooling people, giving them a wrong perception that being big is OK. Of course, bigger people like those talks. But I don't. The thing is, I don't like being fat. And whatever lecture they are telling me, those are not gonna go through and pierce my heart. I would just critically listen to those lectures that are supposed to brainwash me and forget them the next minute.

I used to be an XS size girl who weigh less than 50 kg. I found no hassle in shopping for clothes because slim people usually find it easier to get dressed, i.e. to buy clothes that fit and of course, shoes. Online blogs have sizes for average to slim (slim mostly) sizes. XL clothes are harder to find when you shop in South-East Asia. I am talking about Singapore, Indonesia, China, Japan, and Korea.

But I don't wear size XS anymore. And I am irritated by it. And because I am not very tall either, people call me the petite girl. I didn't mind. Mmm ok well. I didn't like being short and wished I could be taller but I sorta have accepted my height years ago. But now, not only I am short, I am fat too. Good God.

My clothes are no longer fit. I went back to Jakarta and my sister has started working. She needed shirts and blouses and my mum told me to give her my clothes. She is about the same height as me and weighs like, 43 kg?? Or is it 42?? So all my clothes that I used to like have been taken away from my wardrobe to hers. Can you imagine that?

So I came back to Singapore after that, and re-arranged my closet because I just moved house. I sorta tried my clothes and guess what??? My clothes are no longer fit!! (except those T-shirts and long blouses). Gosh. That's it man, I have to lose weight. Maybe I will not be as light as my sister, but at least, those clothes in my wardrobe... I have to make sure they fit again.

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