Ooh-la-la.

My laptop crashed last week and was internet-deprived for what seemed like a lifetime.

Which is good, really, because the computer can be quite draining, seeping the energy outta 'ya. Which also meant I broke the routine of everyday after-work nights glued to the computer screen after dinner. So instead, I went back to couch-potatoing. I think I could get used to watching TVB dramas and Taiwanese variety shows. My mandarin is improving leaps and bounds. And there is nothing Channel 8 can do to save their sorry assed mediocre stuff, by the way.

In other truly exciting news, my tummy is threatening to outgrow my 5month-pregnant cousin's.

So I found a fellow weight-watcher in my bunk, and we are looking into a revolutionary starving regime that Jessica and Nicole would approved of on Us Weekly. Known as the POW Diet, it mirrors the exact proportion of what prisoners-of-war would eat during their imprisonment. Except instead of goo, we are talking about food from the camp cookhouse which isn't much of a sacrifice to have so little anyway. We are looking into tree barks, too, so look out America! 'tis gonna be bigger than Zone and Atkins.