Here's the Skinny on the Weight Loss industry

Excellent piece. Collapsed when I went through it! :o)


Cannot miss this...

http://slimderella.bobbin-comic.com/01.html

Slurp!

Something cheerful. Really need this...

Your Icecream Flavour is... Cookies 'n Cream!

Smooth and creamy with a few rough bits mixed in, you are a real treat! You are probably very popular amongst your friends. Remember too much of a good thing is not always good! Don't lay it on too thick!

What is your Icecream Flavour?

Find out at Go Quiz

Pearls of Wisdom

"Ting, you must choose your friends very carefully"

Sounds like great advice, no? But wait for Part II...

"You must choose friends whom you think are useful to you. Don't waste time making friends whom you do not find useful"


And.. how about this gem?

... service staff delivers item. Sister thanks her... and

"No need to thank her. She's only doing her job"


I really felt sad when I heard those words being uttered.

Then I look again... at a man with no one by his side, no one to soothe and comfort him, no one who REALLY cares.

Touch Down

Landed in Chiang Kai Shek Memorial Airport on 27th October 2006 at 6.30pm. Squinted my eyes... oh... there she was... my dad's "good friend". Got my Pandan Leaves impounded at Taiwanese customs. Apparently you can't bring in live plants into an agricultural country.

Gave her a hug and walked to the car... and looked in.

My heart sank.

My dad, formerly very robust, was now a shadow of his former self. His body can be best described as "skeletal" but his belly is similar to mine in size, a 120kg man.

Water-retention. A clear sign that his liver and kidneys are not working the way they should be.

We start on our long slow journey to the city to pick up my sister with my dad at the wheel. He drives very slowly... occasionally swerving out of his lane, clearly in pain and discomfort. We pick up my sister some 45 minutes later.. the long journey a result of the traffic jam. Once we arrive at the restaurant, we eat in silence, allowing dad to catch his breath and for the swelling in his ankles to go down.

Once done, we send "good friend" home and proceed to his apartment. I give it a once over when we reach "home". I say "home" because it's a sorry excuse for a home. Clothes are strewn everywhere and there is no decent cookware to speak of.

The next few days would really be tough going.

*more to come later*