Write Drunk, Edit Sober

I started following this series called Masters of Sex a few days ago. Halfway through the second season now. It's about two pioneers researching the science behind human sexuality and it's set between 1950 and 1960 in the US. I wonder how it must have felt like for women back in the day to have to depend on men their whole lives for everything they ever wanted or ever needed. To have to depend on the man to bring home sufficient wages to feed the family and see to the bills. To depend on a man to come fix something in the house that was broken. To depend on a man to see to a woman's health, to prescribe her the right medication. To depend on a man to treat her right. To depend on a man to never cheat, lie or be disloyal. How frustrating it must have been for women who just wanted to break free from all that! I don't know what it is exactly, but watching this has made me start thinking about how I've had to do things for myself and not depend on a

Already a beauty, now (almost) training like a beast. :P :P Went for my first body combat class earlier this evening. Friggin' awesome! Can't wait for the next session. Have been going to the gym these past few weeks. Been wanting to go since the beginning of the year but finally only started in June and am very happy with the results though it hasn't been that long. Have lost a couple of kilos and am totally loving the way I look and feel. My tummy's almost always flat now unless I eat too much :P And I'm not breathless like I used to be after climbing flights of stairs. Have also cut down on rice. Not too difficult since I don't really like it anyway. And I don't eat after 7pm. Unless it's a super long day at the hospital or something. Bought my usual 3 in a pack bars of Snickers to indulge and am feeling so guilty about finishing 'em I've still got 2 left and it's been a whole week already. They're usually gone in a d

Was in Malacca early this morning with a friend to get some things done. Decided to head on over to The Daily Fix Cafe along Jonker Street for brunch.  Because we were both on a (very, very, very) tight budget (but still wanted to check it out) we ordered two breakfast meals and shared them. First up we have the Pandan Pancakes with Gula Melaka. The picture doesn't do it any justice, unfortunately.  The pancake itself was soft and fluffy and had just the right amount of pandan flavour of which we caught wafts as it was served. Was pleasantly surprised as I cut into it and found the brown sugar filling. The pancakes absorbed the brown sugar syrup so occasionally I bit into chunks of brown sugar. The coconut on the side made it that much richer and the vanilla ice-cream sort of brought it all together. Perfect if you're looking to try something different with local flavours. Then we had the Eggs Benedict. This was a bit of a tease because the bacon looked so blood

All I can hear right now is the soft whirring of the fridge and the ticking of both the wall clocks here at the dining table. Back home for the week. Heading south again in under 48 hours. Can't believe just how fast the week has come and gone. Re-reading Dorothy Koomson's The Rose Petal Beach. It's been bloody years since I spent all my time reading throughout the day. And now that I'm doing it again I realize just how much I've missed it. To be able to connect with whatever the writer was feeling. To engage with the characters on an emotional level that only I, myself can understand as the reader. To immerse myself in the story without having to worry about what was going on around me.  My goodness. How I've missed it. There's this particular part in the book that still gets to me. I think I've blogged about it before but I can't help it. It's when Beatrix describes how she feels about not waking up next to someone. Or waking