Some would bluntly coin it as a sin or a devil in disguise, others would literally snob it – but as for me, I have embraced it and would take it with so much gusto. There’s nothing on earth that will make me stop eating rice. I love it served plain and quite hot.
It was only during my late high school days that I have learned to love my physique. I am petite and my curves are on the right places. Some would say, I am blessed with such wonderful “twins” and “lower cheeks” – to think that I am pretty slim. Growing up, I always wonder how come I was never on the heavy side. I was never cute – with such super chubby cheeks and flabby arms to boot but I have my nice “frame”, expressive eyes from Dad and pointed nose from Mom.
Although I can eat two cups of rice in one sitting, I don’t gain weight. Promise, I eat like a rockstar or a carpenter or those men who work in Pier who can carry tons of whatever on their shoulders. I have tried taking some gain weight pills and am still drinking milk every effing day but still to no avail.
Lately, I have been experiencing stress like no other or maybe I am just not used to dealing with so many things to do in one go. Yesterday was one of those really heavy days – everything is priority and I am having a hard time deciding which should go first. And then it happened. I skipped lunch and the moment I realized I haven’t eaten anything yet after a heavy breakfast, my knees suddenly got weak and my roaring carpenter side got hold of me. Before I knew it, I was already taking my third rice and my one piece chicken wing was still sufficed. Hilarious, I know but that’s me.
I look back and would still catch myself smiling or sometimes laughing about me eating three cups of rice in one sitting with just a piece of chicken wing.
It was only during my late high school days that I have learned to love my physique. I am petite and my curves are on the right places. Some would say, I am blessed with such wonderful “twins” and “lower cheeks” – to think that I am pretty slim. Growing up, I always wonder how come I was never on the heavy side. I was never cute – with such super chubby cheeks and flabby arms to boot but I have my nice “frame”, expressive eyes from Dad and pointed nose from Mom.
Although I can eat two cups of rice in one sitting, I don’t gain weight. Promise, I eat like a rockstar or a carpenter or those men who work in Pier who can carry tons of whatever on their shoulders. I have tried taking some gain weight pills and am still drinking milk every effing day but still to no avail.
Lately, I have been experiencing stress like no other or maybe I am just not used to dealing with so many things to do in one go. Yesterday was one of those really heavy days – everything is priority and I am having a hard time deciding which should go first. And then it happened. I skipped lunch and the moment I realized I haven’t eaten anything yet after a heavy breakfast, my knees suddenly got weak and my roaring carpenter side got hold of me. Before I knew it, I was already taking my third rice and my one piece chicken wing was still sufficed. Hilarious, I know but that’s me.
I look back and would still catch myself smiling or sometimes laughing about me eating three cups of rice in one sitting with just a piece of chicken wing.
Amazing!
