An open letter to the gods of Fernwood Fitness Centre

I'm sorry.

I have been bad over the weekend. I ate and ate and ate and ate.

On Friday, I had three glasses of beer during the staff awards, an afritada for dinner and a bacon burger from Hungry Jack's after a big night out. Mixed with Onion rings and three Smirnoff reds.

On Saturday, I had a nilaga for lunch, pinched a piece of chicken and a tiramisu at work then drove to Bernie's Burgers with Emmet at twelve thirty in the morning.

What's in the Bernie's Burgers pack, you ask.

A double cheese and bacon burger, a small chips and a can of lemonade. The fat girl inside me was saying yum.. Mmmm.. Double cheese and bacon.

But the almost thin girl inside me was saying, yikes. Don't you dare do it.

But in the end, the fat girl won. And she was very happy.

The almost thin girl broke down and started crying but the fat girl just sat on her and happily munched on her burger.

The bingeing didn't stop there. Today, I had three plates of sushi, a bowl of beef stroganoff, a plate of pasta and a grande double chocolate chip frappe.

So if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, I will put an extra hour working out this week and hopefully, I'll still be alright.

Thank you for your time,

Nikki Angara


I heart working at my job

I love all the people that I work with and I love my boss.

I don't mind the hours because it's like hanging out with friends and getting paid for it.

With Rana

With Carol.

With Jenny.

With Carol. Again.

With Carol, Chichi and Rana.

With my Mare, Leo.

Sometimes I think about what it would be like to have a tatt

So I went ahead and got one.

I went ahead and got a sticker was what I meant.

It looked real though.

How was last night panget, Emmet asked me on Saturday morning.

Oh, I got so drunk so I went to a tattoo parlor and got a tattoo, I said with a straight face.

No, he said. I think it wasn't a question. It was more of a statement. Somewhere along the lines of, Don't you dare put a permanent ink on your body or that is it for us.

But it was funny. Telling him that.

The Devil, well wasn't really a Devil at all

Was it just me or the movie totally didn't do any justice? I love the book. It's become my bible. Everytime I feel down at work, I read a few chapters and it really cheers me up.

Not only is it witty, sharp and smart, but it gives me this kick-ass corporate yuppy desire to haul ass to Brisbane or Sydney and make a name for myself.

But the movie, same as the Da Vinci Code and Memoirs of a Geisha was a total disappointment.

A lot of people loved it. I didn't. Except the part where Meryl Streep said, Why don't you bore someone with your incompetence, that's all.

Loved it. Because in the book, Miranda Priesley does not say thank you. Instead she says That's All and hangs up on her assistants.

That was cool. But the rest of the movie thawed it.