There's a reason why I'm still recovering from the sickness; F&N drinks and fried food. Though some might find it sexy, the husky/tranny voice of mine now is not doing me much good(and of coz I crooned to Alicia Key's No One, how can I waste this voice). I find it extra hard to show my excitement; like when your voice goes a tad higher than normal when you're excited(but i can't do so for now), and most importantly to talk to children!

I thought I had everything under control but now that when everything seems to fall in place, okay maybe not fall in place, but fall in places I had imagined it to fall into, I fear that this is not the position I want to be in right now. Because I forgot that actions have its consequences and sometimes, these consequences are too much to bear.

It's been too long. Ginger, Sporty, Scary and Baby, it's time to get fat again. Talking about fat, a boy friend of mine was puzzled that I don't follow or even have a diet, I mean usually girls do right; like no eating after 8pm whatsoever. Well, I believe food is one of those things that make me happy and nothing should get in it's way. Like the saying, a hungry woman is an angry woman.