Fluctuating madness

Being a female is really tough! We have to constantly watch what we eat in fear that our thighs end up like tree trunks! Plus, it does not help that I like food! I love to indulge myself because it makes me happy...sad isn't it?

The problem with me is the fluctuating weight! I can't seem to keep it constant...and if you have read magazines about such disorders, it means that there is a high possibility that I will keep gaining exponentially and end up a professional WWF female opponent in the future! (No offense to anyone)

Lets begin this embarrassing journey with the year 2003:

Year: Mid 2003, fats weighing God knows how much! :(
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Year: Mid 2004; fat weighing 68kg O.o
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Year: Late 2004; fat weighing...well, I'm sure you can tell by the chubby-ness of my cheeks!
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Year: Late 2005; fat weighing 63/62kg
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Year: Mid 2006; fat weighing 58kg (thanks to the operation, haha)
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Year: Late 2006; fat weighing 65kg
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Year: 2007; fat weighing 57kg (I like! :))
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Year: Oct 2007; fat weighing 63/64kg
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My conclusion is...life is too short for me to waste my time worrying about my weight - I should embrace what I am and indulge in what life has to offer!

Unsurprisingly, I am gonna contradict myself as soon as I wake up tomorrow and start a temporary eating disorder.

(That was a joke btw)

...Sigh...PekLynn, Oh! PekLynn! What shall I do with you!

An illustration of the life of Pek Lynn - the Disney freak!

Growing up as the youngest daughter with two older brothers, naturally, I was the one always left behind with my barbies and Disney movies while the boys are out in the "war field" (dad's garden) attempting to "save" my life (the princess). Well, with that in mind, I guess many people can pretty much figure out why sometimes I act like a princess...LOL

It was amusing that I could actually describe my life through all the Disney sing-a-long songs...which makes me wonder...Am I living in a fairy tale? Hmmm...

My mummy used to tell me that the best way to get her much needed rest when taking care of her three children was to lock us up in one room while she sleeps. And true enough, we would sleep during that span of time...Hence, explaining my deep desire to hibernate! I would say that due to my love for sleep, I developed a habit of dreaming...

-A dream is a wish your heart makes-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwO6kIdgVSU

...Do you believe that if we dream of something nice and tell it to someone, that dream will NOT come true? >< Well, to a certain unreasonable extent, I do. Perhaps it is just my way of taking precautions.

To add to that thought, it is clear to understand why I tend to avoid expressing my feelings for a guy I like...or love...whichever. Therefore, if any of you people attempt to ask me such nonsense questions about relationships and crushes, I would generally shun away, as:

-I wont say I'm in love-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-lzcMEcA4U

Needless to say, I would definitely adore the guy who would take me to a nice quiet place overlooking the starry night so that I can make a secret wish...

-When you wish upon a star-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-GtMDLlGRI

...And if he could sincerely and honestly look into my eyes and promise that he will always be there to provide chocolates when I'm stressed - it will definitely be a plus for him! LOL

I love cooking. However, to be able to cook something edible is another story. I remember, when I was young, I loved to walk around my dad's garden a pick the prettiest flowers and leaves, place them in a huge pot and start a fire in the garden...yes, a fire. It is such fond memories that reminds me of why I enjoy putting things together to create - art!

-Bippity Bobbity Boo-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvcTI3ctK8o

My parents instilled in my brothers and I the importance of being responsible for our own actions and never feel afraid of making mistakes - after all, it is through such experiences we grow and learn. In life, shit happens. And the best way to handle it is perseverance and optimism. Knowing that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel is a motivational factor to keep moving forward and never look back (i.e. regret).

-Just keep swimming-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adqLaecr9WY

Another motivational factor is knowing that your family and true friends will ALWAYS be there to support and guide us. Plus, what use is it to worry and worry...it does not help solve anything!

-Hakuna Matata-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejEVczA8PLU

...I shall stop here, if I carry on with my life story, we can keep singing till the cows come home!

I like to move it move it
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_r2psdrQkM

*It has been fun, maybe I'll do this again ;) *

Heartless generation!

Okay...so there I was...walking down the street, singing da de da, ta da, dam da de de dam...

I came across a person on my way home one day, and noticed that he was limping. I sincerely felt sad for him and wondered where his family was, whether they are waiting for him at the corner of the road or dashed to buy something at the near by shops...

Being me, I walked behind him (you can say I was stalking him for a while) wondering where he was going, what he was up to, what is he going to eat for lunch, whether his Ferrari was parked at the corner of the road or if he may need help crossing the road...

I felt pity. I do not like that feeling as I am a strong believer that no one person should be looked down upon, it is never known to us our capability and all we can do is persevere and do our best! In any case, who are we (am I) to judge a person?!

So, I decided to overtake him and walk home without looking back.

A few days later, when I was having coffee at my favorite Starbucks cafe, drinking my favorite drink - Vanilla Soy Lattle, I heard people screaming and angry shouting. Everything happened so fast, my mind was racing to depict what was happening before my eyes.

An old man (who looked strangely familiar) was running away from a group of young Chinese men, needless to say, they were the ones shouting. They caught up to this man and started whacking him. He dropped to the ground. A hand phone fell off his hand. One of the young men picked it up and continued shouting in vulgar languages. They continued to kick him. He was curled up on the floor trying to protect this head and stomach. Security guards came. They stopped them and pulled the old man up. I was about to tear hence I turned away.

The experience was daunting! I hate seeing people being hurt - may it be physically or emotionally! It is not our place to hurt another person! Nor is it our right to disrespect people who are less advantage than us! I hate the thought that this world is filled with generations who posses a cold heart and most of all I hate that I did not do anything about it!

A prayer for guidance:

I adjure Thee by Thy might, O my God! Let no harm beset me in times of tests, and in moments of heedlessness guide my steps aright through Thine inspiration. (Compilations, Baha'i Prayers, p. 28)