Apparently, my last post on Blogger. I move to my tumblr, and here you'll read about the japanese cafe I went not long ago, and a crazy workout in the pool.
My Tumblr
Just so you know from the get-go, I'm moving to my new Tumblr. I just feel pretty clumsy here after even more than a year while Tumblr is the place I feel I belong in. It's simple yet contains all I need for nice cosy blogging. My tumblr's name is almost what it used to be before deleting, which is willy-w.tumblr.com, I tried to reconstruct my former tumblr's look with its past fonts and 'feel', except the wallpaper is different ;) I haven't decided if I should transfer all Blogspot's entries to there or just delete this blog.
The first post is devoted to my breakup (although guys please note that I'm not 100 per cent sure we're done for ever and ever blahblah), a new coil in life, perhaps without R.
I suck at constant blogging, and sticking to one and the same site is not my habit but I'll try to be a regular blogger this time. I had been such - until Tumblr deleted my acc last time ;(
The first post is devoted to my breakup (although guys please note that I'm not 100 per cent sure we're done for ever and ever blahblah), a new coil in life, perhaps without R.
I suck at constant blogging, and sticking to one and the same site is not my habit but I'll try to be a regular blogger this time. I had been such - until Tumblr deleted my acc last time ;(
What I'm going to post about is my weight loss journey, basically the same entries as here, plus additional photos reblogged from other tumblr's. So be you new to my life or a faithful reader, move to my Tumblr with me!
Next worthy post on my Tumblr about baking muffins and apartment renovation, so don't miss it! ;)
Japanese cafe
The japanese cafe I've been so wishing to go eat out to with R. didn't meet my hopes. I didn't imagine a jap food cafe could be so uncomfortable in as many terms as possible. Starting from interior design ending with food and service. R. enjoyed the meals while I was about to leave the place asap. The music, omg the music made me feel like dinosaur, from early 90ies, and sounded so loud I seemed to have come to a 'rents' disco rather than a romantic cafe to take pleasure in eating. They kinda spoil the whole impression with their playlist! Instead of japanese, asian melodies the cafe turns on cheesy pop songs forgotten long ago! Daaaamn. No way!
The walls were in holes, with strange cheap pictures, tables with red lamps, and the maki sushi... heeelll, what was this?!I didn't like the menu, too poor (only 10 varieties of maki sushi, few salads, no soups, zero desserts or cocktails), and the girl who came up to us as we sat down at the table with 'Are you ready to order yet?' What the fucking fuck?!? How are we supposed to be ready with the order if we just sat down?! Ok, the only thing I liked was the chinese lemon tea or whatever they call it. All the rest tasted blah.
What I didn't like was that the servant popped up time and again, taking away or bringing things. Like, you try to make yourself comfortable, enjoy the food, unhurriedly, leisurely, and she's there to grab the wrapper from the chopsticks, or wipe away accidentally spilled soy sauce - seriously?!? So her 3 times before my nose ended up in my unwillingness to continue the repast at said japanese cafe and I spurred R. to quit faster.
Luckily, the check wasn't big, I quickly paid the sum and we were off to McDonald's where I enjoyed a simple milkshake 300 times more than the food I was supposed to at the jap cafe!
I'm disappointed but the incident made me more certain that the asian food restaurant I favor rightfully surpasses any other jap cuisine cafe intown. Hopefully family will agree to eat out with me in this chic restaurant on weekend. I don't care for the checkeroo, it doesn't matter as long as the food is served right and is tasty and abundant, and the atmosphere breathes with Asia (music, lightning, interior, utensils etc).
Crazy workout
Despite that my plan wrt going to Spain with R. goes down in flames (haha. No, it's not funny actually because it's rather upsetting than expected) I don't stop working out. I swim 4 times a week, and last time (finally they set up short laps at the pool again!) I trained so hard I was close to throwing up after entering the shower room. Shiiiit, I swam freestyle mainly, something I don't do, and thence, aching muscles next day. I guess I never practiced till back-ache, now I do. But it's ok, what I care about is no people on my lap when I swim, so yes, short laps is no doubt a plus.
The weather continues to be awful, same Arctic pole here at work, raining throughout May Days, too bad ;( But the weather seems to match my life, cold and tear-stained. Btw, ex (cock-cock-cock!!!) texted he wanted to see me. Do I want to just see him? Not at all! Since I'm so dick-obsessed how can I only want to go for a walk? Come on, his huge tool is what I'm thinking about, dreaming of - since R's penis is out of reach, damn him! What if I decide to sleep with my ex again? Sure there's not a hint at love, never was, but that lust I felt throughout our affair, god gracious I miss it like anything!
Willy-w.tumblr.com
Also, once again, I'm moving from here to Tumblr. Feel free to check me out there, heart, reblog, follow. Like Xiaxue, I feel I'm done with Blogger.
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I'd rather be thin and dorky than fat and cool
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