T0dAy was as usual, a very normal day. Woke up and immediately rushed to the com. Hahax. Played and played and played and played until FINALLY!!!!!!!! Lvl 29. Muahaha! So happi... Gonna do the PQ soon...
And so, i finally stopped at bout 2. Watched Tv, eat and eat, before I dozed off... zzz...
Finally when i awoke, it was 4.30pm!!! "Omg! I forgot to do the soup!!!!!!!!" Die die die die die die die die die die die... Luckily i had the sense to boil the water first before putting it into the slowcooker and dump in the meat plus some kinda wierd pumpkin. Hahax! It took 2 hours to boil instead of 4 lolz. Just in time before my mum came back. If not i would get an earful from her if she discovered that i screwed dinner up. =P
Hehheh... my Mum went for her first Yoga class todae. I was just imaging how she can bend herself without breaking any of her bones. =D
Today i saw the Happy Fish and realli cant control but to say this, that Gao Zhi An is totally SICK!!! Child abuse leh! I cant tolerate this kinda bian tai freako. Ugh... Scary...
Okie than at nite, after dinner, i read more of chicken soup before coming here to blog.
There was this story about a gal, Colleen, who skipped her recess everyday and told her friends that she had conveniently just eaten before she went over. In the long run, she began to be mutated to look like a twig and her parents finally decided to take her to the doctor's. She was diagnosed by the doctor as anorexic. If she had continued the desructive pattern, there was a good chance she would have died of heart attack. Just imagine, a fourteen-year-old girl dying from heart attack. Sheesh... And it all begain because of the believe that she would be 'in' if she was skinny.
The ending of the story goes like this...
If only there were a way to tell each young, impressionable girl that women are supposed to be different shapes (not only the stick'like figures), that it's all those dozens of unique figures that make our world beautiful. If only there were some way to tell them that it's this variety that makes every women truly beautiful. Then, maybe, cases like Colleen's could be prevented.
I also read another story of which one of the cures was to stand in front of the mirror one hour after each meal and repeat to oneself these words, "Yes, I am perfect because God made me." And true enough, it cured her!
The lesson in this story is "Being popular is just an illusion. If you love yourself you are in the "in" crowd. You are an individual gift from God to the world. It's comforting to know joy comes from being who one is instead of trying to become somebody else's perfect model."
Good Nitez~!
Signing off,
Jiaqi
Jiaqi
