weight! come back! WEIGHT!

So I haven't blogged in a while, it occurred to me today when i was talking to a friend about her blog. That was around 4 hours ago. Since then I've been trying to think of what to blog about and I got nothing. Nothing until about half an hour ago when i had a little mid-Ice-Cream epiphany (i'll explain). It occurred to me that my next blog should be about whatever has been on my mind a LOT lately. And what's been on my mind a LOT lately? weight. That's right. My weight. 

So to start off, im not particularly fat. I think. That ,or my friends have said "You're not fat!"  to me so many times that now i actually believe it. But whatever, I'm gonna go with I'm not actually fat, okay? Good. 

So anyway, yes, today i went with a friend to Movenpick Mission Bay, he wanted to hang out and suggested we go for some insanely overpriced Ice-Cream. I was more than happy to oblige. It's just the kind of person I am. And while i was eating said Ice-Cream, all i could think of was the fact that this ice-cream would go into my mouth, down my oesophagus, into my stomach and into my intestines where it would be digested. It would then seep into my system with all its calories and since i don't plan on exerting any exercise today to burn off said calories, these calories would then convert to fat and take residence on my ass, face. arms, stomach, thighs & calves. The fat gets to choose where it resides, of course. Choice is a basic right. Not just for humans, but for fat particles also. 

SNAP!! 

I realised my friend was talking to me and i was just sitting there blankly staring at him while i imagined fat moving into my ass. I was like OMG, what the hell?! Who am I? so now im FINALLY getting to my point. WEIGHT! I'm not a professional writer oka? So it took me 3 paragraphs to get to my point, sue me!

When did we become so obsessed with weight?! All my friends and I ever talk about is how much weight we want to lose. And before you even THINK of judging us because of that, DON'T!! Yes, i know, you're happy with the way you look and it's not what's on the outside the matters blah blah and blah Snore! Pull your head out of your ass.

 Don't get me wrong, I'm all for inner beauty. But it's not as important as outer beauty, AND YOU KNOW IT! 

So, yes, i would really like to know when society became obsessed with being underweight. Has it always been this way and i'm just realising/caring about it now that I'm (sorta) grown up? Was everyone happy with their weight until the Celebrity machine exploded in the early 2000's? When/why did this happen? I would really like to know! In the meantime, i have to go change and go to the Gym. I have a cup of Ice-cream worth of calories to burn off. 

one fine day.

So this past sunday was the Manu Samoa vs Fiji game at Eden Park. For those of you who live under a rock and don't already know, the Rugby World Cup is on in New Zealand right now. You know, the tournament that has (hot, toned) men running up and down a field chasing an oddly shaped ball. yeah, That!

So back to the point, the Manu Samoa vs Fiji game. I went to it. With 3 friends. One word to describe the day: AMAZEBALLS!! It was my very very first live rugby game and it didn't disappoint. Manu Samoa actually winning the game might have had something do with it, but no, the WHOLE day was amazing!

So we started the day at around 9am. We woke up hungover after a night out at Apia-Way (don't ask. that night out is another blog post altogether). So yes, we woke up, drove back to the city to our apartment (we spent the night at a friend's place near Apia-Way) so we can get ready for the game. We colour-blocked ourselves in the Manu Samoa colours, red, and blue. White is one of the colours but it got lost somewhere in our outfit planning. We planned on walking the fan-trail to Eden Park but it started raining heavily so we decided to catch the train there instead.

There were 4 of us. 2 of us had Category A tickets, the other 2 had Category C tickets. We wanted to sit together so we decided we'll ask 2 people sitting next to our Category C seats if they wanted to upgrade to Category A (Gravity defying seats that cost $130 a pop). We figured it'd be easier to ask people if they wanted to upgrade rather than ask them to downgrade. We're smart like that.

We got there JUST when the gates were opening so we were among the first people there. We did manage to get our Category C neighbours to upgrade to Category A, so YAY we got to sit together! Fast forward to the end of the game, Manu Samoa WON!!
We stayed behind to hang out and catch a glimpse of the players/take photos of them, then we decided to go to their Hotel and actually meet them which we did. We got photos with almost all of them, and got to talk to them for 20 seconds each. If i had to pick a Fave it'd have to be Tusi Pisi. He was so nice and he actually made conversation with us. The others just smiled for the pictures, autographed the signs we made (i'll show you a photo) said "No Problem" when we said Thank you and hurried along. I mean, i'm not complaining, I'd be a little standoff-ish as well if randoms kept asking to take photos and scribble my name on random surfaces. It was just nice of Tusi Pisi to make conversation. It was nice. We asked what his plans for the night were and he said he was going to dinner with his wife (wait. WHAT?? you're MARRIED??!) and her parents. We apologised for holding him up and he told us it was ok, and said "Thanks so much for your support and thanks for coming by, really appreciate it."

sigh....

so these are the signs we made for the game? cool huh? they were a hit! So many people wanted to take photos of them and some read them, laughed and pointed.

And THIS was when we met Tusi Pisi.

so yes. that was the day. one fine day it was. now i really want to watch the Movie of the same name starring George Clooney & Michele Pfeiffer.

GO THE MANU!!

weekend

so i havent posted in a while, i was way too busy, ok no, i wasnt actually busy i was just really lazy and i still kinda feel like this whole spilling my guts to the interverse (all 3 of you) is still a little awkward. but i guess im over that now.

so its monday. i like mondays now. didnt use to. but since at my new job i dont work mondays, mondays have become divine! but this post is about the weekend, not today.
so i've been home alone most of last week and the whole weekend. my flatmate had to go out of town for a family emergency, she gets back tonight. it's kinda cool being alone in the apartment. get to experience what its like to be living alone in the big city. like Carrie Bradshaw circa 2000, living in new york. dodging the complexities of the dating scene/running around New York trying to get Mr. Big to love her back. she was so pathetic. but pathetic in hot shoes, so i forgive her.

so back to the weekend,  started out normal enough. After work i'd come home and watch TV. eat a lot. but by mid sunday afternoon, something went kinda wrong. i woke up at noon, had lunch (chinese food from across the road, i ate so much i almost barfed it straight out), then watched Will&Grace on TV. Karen and Jack were hilarious as usual and at one point i laughed like a hyena so loud, that afterwards; i looked around to check if someone has seen/heard me. then i realised i was actually looking around to check, and i thought to myself, really? who couldve seen you?? the FRIDGE?? like seriously.

so yeah, THAT was my weekend. the part of it im willing to write about. my paranoia that the fridge was going to judge me for laughing loud and weird. i left out most of my binge eating cos that would just be gross. OH! and i also spent most of the weekend stalking the Manu Samoa players on Facebook. My God!! when did Manu players become so hot? like im seriously interested in rugby now.
and now im realising how boring this post is.  I should've named this post 'sunday'. or 'paranoia', whatever's more pathetic.

i would really like to backspace everything and undo all this but i cant be bothered. and i've wasted 5 minutes of my life typing this so i might as well publish it, right? now i gotta get ready to go out into my Auckland New York and kidnap find my own Mr. Big.

no light..

so today was a bad day, to say the very least. i had my last exam today. last exam for the semester. i studied for it. albeit not as much as i probably should have. but hey, i did study. i know im not making the whole "study" part up in my head. yep. i had my last exam today. at least i was supposed to. but no. there was no feeling of "omg f**k i dont know how to answer this question!", no "why does that guy keep asking for more sheets of paper?? his writing is like size 10 font single spaced and HES ASKING FOR MORE SHEETS OF PAPER??". none of those thoughts were going through my head today, why? cos i didnt sit the exam. not because i simply didn't want to turn up. no. that's what i did for the lectures.

i had every intention on going to the exam. my alarm didn't sound though, so i slept in and missed it. it was kinda weird. i sat up in bed, (saw that it was light outside, alarms were going off in my head), grabbed my phone and saw that the exam started half an hour before. then came that sinking feeling. you know, when you feel like your heart was dropping so low that it was about to fall out your butt. yeah that feeling.

by now you're probably wondering why this post is named "no light...", and forgive my new-blogger-newbyness for not making the title-body connection earlier in the post. im watching reruns of the Ghost Whisperer on TV. Ghosts who are supposed to cross into the 'light' blah blah blah.
There was no light today. kind of a dark day for me. actually no. it wasnt. Thank God for my friends. they were here for me today. no i didnt want the whole hus galore then sit there holding hands talking it through. nor did i get that from them today. ew just thinking about that makes my skin crawl. i dont like all that lovey dovey stuff. creeps me out. no. they were just there. just there. laughing with me during a funny movie. chatting to me on Facebook (my status about missing the exam was a hit!). so yeas they were just there.

so there was light today after all. i should probably change the title of this post now. or not.

here goes...

ok, so this is my blog. feels weird. been thinking of doing it for a while, just doing it now. so here it goes...
yeah i came up with a really cool name for my blog too. wedgejuice. pretty catchy stuff. cos my nickname is wedge (long story) and wedgejuice would be my (thought) juice. not actual juice. that'd be gross. ew.

so yeah...
here i am, at 11:48pm on a sunday night, writing to all you people. all 2 of you, including me. im supposed to be studying for an exam right now, i have my last exam for the semester tomorrow. always the hardest one to study for. i find it really hard to convince myself that i care. im also finding it hard to care about university in general too. but thats a story for another day.

wow. im actually blogging now. so cool. there's a movie on TV right now. "When a stranger calls". pretty lame title for a movie i thought, but the lead actor is pretty, and skinny, 2 very important things to have/be if you're starring in a move where you're pretty much the only person on camera for the entire movie. ok now im just rambling.. i tend to do that when im tired.

ok im gonna go try to study. or concentrate on (re)watching "when a stranger calls"
yeah.