I am fasting/ I am going to fast/ I am already in the process of fasting, today. JUST today, hopefully. Ridz thought it'll be funny to see how I'll lament at sunset later and predict that I will vow to eat 400 thousand cows and everything else.

It's (only) 11.21am and my traitorous brain is dreaming up homemade iced-milo topped with chocolate chips vanilla ice-cream. ....BUT THAT'S JUST BECAUSE I'VE GOT NOTHING TO DO and we all KNOW that when we have Nothing to do the only thing to do is EAT. (Well at least that's the way it is in Singapore right? Our lifestyle revolves around that inept three-letter-word.) And the more I think about how I won't be eating for the rest of the day (OMG) the more I want to eat. You know, this crap psychology-thingy. What do those psych Ph.D-ers call this? Deliberate cognition? *stomach growling* Every girl has had at least one of those "ate-three-biscuits-today-ONLY-and-didn't-realize-it" days but it's just totally different when you're conscious of it. Like days when I plan to eat a full, hearty breakfast with 2 scrambled eggs, toast, french toast, buttered toast, coffee, bisuits; spaghetti for lunch with chocolate frosted iced-mocha; snacks like chips and chocolate; rice, brocolli, fried fish, black-peppper meat, peanut soup for dinner; followed by ice-cream or yogurt dessert after, followed by wee-morning snacks like chocolate bar(s)--I end up just having mushroom creme soup or something. And days when I absolutely plan not to eat because I went on a food rampage the day before? I end up having all of the above-mentioned--and more.

AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Someone take me SHOPPING!!! I will definitely NOT think about eating at ALL. ABSOLUTELY.


[Belated note: THANK YOU Q. I LOVE YOU!] -- haha. (I'm sure you're used to my sporadic sprouting of stuff. So. There.

Oh but I thought about throwing in a sporadic *peck-on-the-cheek* too but I thought it'd gross you out and you'd think of a funny metaph-O-r so I supposed I'd leave that out until. Until. Um. I lost that thought. Anyway. :D )