The alarm clock has been snoozing and snoozing and I am still waiting for that right moment to wake up. The air con is set to 16 degree Celsius. It is a cold morning, wrapping my duvet tighter around my body, without opening my eyes, blindly reach for that mobile phone of mine, a little peak and yes, hit that snooze button again. Snuggling closer to all my pillows, my brain is slowly thawing and thoughts slowly coming back to me. Wake up, have breakfast, shower, go to gym. Yes – tugging my duvet even closer around me.
Ping! Text message. “Don’t forget we got gym today”, text the dedicated Personal Trainer of mine.
Ping! Text message, “A-nya gila siaw (Crazy -in both Indonesian and Hokkien- Madam), are you awake yet?!” text my cousin.
Yeah, yeah 5 more minutes, hugging my pillow and happily ignoring both messages. Searching my Marlboro Black Menthol pack and light one, this will give the 2 minutes of warning to all my brain cells that I am waking up soon.
Final snooze, right! Time for breakfast. I wonder what my over-priced diet catering serves me today, walking through the adjacent door to my Auntie’s smoke-free territory. The identifiable orange bag for the food containers is sitting on the dining table with its usual info sheet sticking out from the top. Let’s see, Breakfast for Mrs. Sarah Boen, written on the top end, mmm … why they always assume that I am someone’s Mrs.? Should actually call them up and straighten up the status. Ah well, forget it, not a big deal. Now back to breakfast, Chicken Steak, Mix veggies soup, Tofu and Diet Tomato Punch. They all sound yummy, all breakfast, lunch and dinner, delivered three times daily, in a heat resistant containers, the only complain that I have would be the small portions. But then again, 8 days on this, I think I have learned to eat smaller portion meal, so the original complain return, over-priced which burn a hole in my wallet.
“So, you decided to wake up after all eh?” snap my Auntie, her morning ritual, her day and night ritual actually. She is a kind person, but snappy and curtly. She is surely not the kind who will tell you sweet nothing to pamper your ego or saying something sweet to make you feel good about yourself.
“Yep” opening my package and starting to spoon in my breakfast.
“I just about to yell at you, it’s good that you finally wake up on your own. Look at the clock!”
Grinning stupidly while munching, I replied, “Gee… Pakme (Auntie in Hakka) it’s not that late, I’ll get ready soon.”
“Irene has been calling twice checking whether you are finally arisen from the death!”
“Yeah, she text me,” at this point all I should be doing is grinning and let her unleash her blows, and if I can think of a diverting subject then I should use it ASAP.
“Oh look at how they cook this tofu, have a bite, is this what they call yellow tofu, it’s nice, kind of having smoky taste eh?”
“Huh,” she is taking a bite, “What a waste of money, paying so much for tofu!” while seemingly munching happily on my over-priced tofu, “Hurry up and get ready, the car will be here soon!” then walking away to do her other morning ritual, like yelling at the dog while feeding him.
The whole breakfast only took me 5 minutes to finish, making me a cup of hot chocolate Anlene milk; yes I do need extra calcium for these bones of mine, and heading back to the adjacent door for a quick shower.
A quick shower turned into only washing my face and other strategic places and brushing my teeth. Bugger off, with a full shower. I am going to be all sweaty in about half an hour or so from now, a bit of au de cologne will be fine by now. My poor PT, he sure never complain about me being smelly, so, so far so good, we will both survive. Now, where is that big gym bag of mine, and where did I put my shocks, and those ugly black sport shoes of mine? That reminds me, need to revisit the shop and see whether they already have the nice trainers that I like, right size and right colour. All done, now where is that cousin of mine? Why am I waiting for her now? Ah well, time for another two-minute cig break then. Oh, I better say morning to my potato.
Opening the laptop and log in to Yahoo Messenger, sure as it normally is, there he is that loving smiley face, bright yellow next to his name, Kiwistag01.
“Busy day, baby? I’m waiting for my cousin to pick me up, another trip to the gym.”
“I’m good, going out for a job soon”
“Have fun at the gym and be good to people”
“Hehheheh I am always good, hon. I’ll talk to you later ya.”
Introducing my top potato, a guy that I am in a relationship with for this past 3 years, 2 of those years, were spend online, sad really, being so far away from each other, sometimes the distance is really making me so miserable. Living in a different country, with 6 hours differences between us, online chat whenever we happen to be both online, is mostly the only salvage. But, I am grateful for finding this one potato. He is your typical nerd, with the same hazard awkwardness of lacking proper social skills, top with his “I am always right” principle, he can be an intimidating figure to approach and warm up to for most people. But to me, he is the nicest guy that ever comes to my life and not to mention always, I mean always, able to take all my craps during my worst mood hours. These days, talking to him online is what helps me get through the day. As much as I am afraid of dreaming, he is the one person that I am willing and helplessly willing to dream all my dreams on. My beary potato, my big and cuddly potato, there is no day past without having his image passing through my waking hours. This is the one guy that I have shed so many tears for and yet warm my heart, whether in anger or in laughter. With him, I can label myself, “TAKEN”, and so proud of it.
“A-nya gila siaw!! Done?!” Yell my cousin from the living room.
“Yeaaahhh, coming!” Jumping down from my bed, snapping close my laptop, sling shouldering my bag and off I goes, before the usual remark, “You are not ready yet??!!” fly my way. She needs to gain weight and I need to lose weight, we got nothing in common except that our Kg weight match, she need 10kgs and I do not need 10 Kgs. Alas, if only we can just swap those damn meat and fat. She is my muse, basically my morning screamer, without her, I won’t be successful in dragging myself to the gym at all, 3 times a week minimum. She is my dragger, a lovely one indeed.