Monday, January 30, 2006
the woof year
It's been a quiet one for me as everyone back home was excited ushering into the year of Dog. This is my first time not actually being with my family during Chinese New Year. The good food, ang pow, alcohol, yummylicious home made cookies, poker games, gossip sessions and most of all the only time to catch up with relatives and friends that I seldom see. I can't believe I'm missing all that!
During the past, I always thought that CNY is incredibly over-rated. I take back my words. Now I feel exactly what it means by the saying, home is where the heart belongs.
Since I got back, I only swiped Dad's card once for the silly amount of $12.61. Okay so I lied. I didn't take into account the alcohol and ciggies I bought at Changi. Not to mention the Bobbi Brown moisturizer and some Stila cosmetics. But that was in S$. It is different. I'm really proud of myself. I used to spend at least $1000 a month from Dad.
I don't know whether it was the realization that money is hard to earn or I'm just a little bit lost at the moment. I don't shop as much as well. I've only bought two skirts since I came back. Two.
I don't feel particularly happy either. Please pass me the prozac, thank you.
During the past, I always thought that CNY is incredibly over-rated. I take back my words. Now I feel exactly what it means by the saying, home is where the heart belongs.
Since I got back, I only swiped Dad's card once for the silly amount of $12.61. Okay so I lied. I didn't take into account the alcohol and ciggies I bought at Changi. Not to mention the Bobbi Brown moisturizer and some Stila cosmetics. But that was in S$. It is different. I'm really proud of myself. I used to spend at least $1000 a month from Dad.
I don't know whether it was the realization that money is hard to earn or I'm just a little bit lost at the moment. I don't shop as much as well. I've only bought two skirts since I came back. Two.
I don't feel particularly happy either. Please pass me the prozac, thank you.
chica bonita fluttered eyelashes @ 20:40| 13 comments
Sunday, January 22, 2006
today i'm bored shitless
I'm bored. I'm so fucking bored I'm ready to slap somebody.
This happen almost every Sunday.
I wanted to go out but the weather is too hot. I'm still on my hay fever medication. That means retail therapy is out of question.
I wanted to read but I've finished reading James Patterson's Mary, Mary on Friday itself. I thought I'd be able to read it over the weekend but I just simply couldn't resist it. I thought of watching DVDs but I need to get to the video store to rent it. Ugh.
My close friends are still on summer break, they're not in the country. So no girly talk, shopping, manicure, bitching sessions for at least another month.
S will be at work till late today so I won't be seeing him.
I thought of cleaning my room but it looks clean enough to go by. Hey, I'm a neat person!
My so-called diet is completely fucked up. My tummy still look big. Let me see, yesterday I've had:
- a glass of chocolate soy milk for brekkie
- rice with tandoori chicken for brunch
- rockmelon, lychees and banana for snack
- coffee and half a pack of shapes (junk food alert!) for cinema snack
- apple pie for dinner since I was pretty full from the snack I had in the cinema
I'm getting so inconsistent with my food intake that I didn't know what to eat. Well, I just had 2 glasses of alcohol an hour ago. It's unhealthy I know. -_-
Can someone please tell me what else can I do?
This happen almost every Sunday.
I wanted to go out but the weather is too hot. I'm still on my hay fever medication. That means retail therapy is out of question.
I wanted to read but I've finished reading James Patterson's Mary, Mary on Friday itself. I thought I'd be able to read it over the weekend but I just simply couldn't resist it. I thought of watching DVDs but I need to get to the video store to rent it. Ugh.
My close friends are still on summer break, they're not in the country. So no girly talk, shopping, manicure, bitching sessions for at least another month.
S will be at work till late today so I won't be seeing him.
I thought of cleaning my room but it looks clean enough to go by. Hey, I'm a neat person!
My so-called diet is completely fucked up. My tummy still look big. Let me see, yesterday I've had:
- a glass of chocolate soy milk for brekkie
- rice with tandoori chicken for brunch
- rockmelon, lychees and banana for snack
- coffee and half a pack of shapes (junk food alert!) for cinema snack
- apple pie for dinner since I was pretty full from the snack I had in the cinema
I'm getting so inconsistent with my food intake that I didn't know what to eat. Well, I just had 2 glasses of alcohol an hour ago. It's unhealthy I know. -_-
Can someone please tell me what else can I do?
chica bonita fluttered eyelashes @ 17:50| 3 comments
Friday, January 20, 2006
dangerous game
This touches my heart.
This makes me laugh.
I choose not to publish links of blogs that I read everyday just so because the world is getting smaller. My world is. I can feel him being so close to me and I most definitely do not want him to discover me.
If someone who knows me in real life probes further into this space, that person will know instantly that it has been me all the while. I feel so bare...
This makes me laugh.
I choose not to publish links of blogs that I read everyday just so because the world is getting smaller. My world is. I can feel him being so close to me and I most definitely do not want him to discover me.
If someone who knows me in real life probes further into this space, that person will know instantly that it has been me all the while. I feel so bare...
chica bonita fluttered eyelashes @ 11:37| 3 comments
Thursday, January 19, 2006
s is for stupid seamstress
Not long ago, the button from one of my favourite cardigans came off so I brought it to the tailor to be mended since I do not have the same colour thread.
I asked the seamstress if they've got the exact thread for the button and she nodded her head and answered with a very certain yes. She charged me $2 to mend a tiny button which is not a big deal really. I would even pay $10 as long as I get the same colour thread. I happily passed my cardigan to her and went on to do some shopping. Retail therapy is good for health after all.
When I came back to collect the cardigan, to my horror, the button was sewn using a different colour shade of thread. So I pointed at the mismatched thread and told her that the other lady told me they've got the exact same colour.
She replied with a cold reply, "Oh, no one will notice this anyway. I do that to my expensive clothes all the time."
I was absolutely gutted.
Just so because it is just a Kookai cheap $39 cardigan and not some expensive garment, that does not mean it's allowed to have mismatched thread no matter how insignificant it seems because I'm wearing it. I noticed it. Above all, it should be done whichever way I like it.
I asked the seamstress if they've got the exact thread for the button and she nodded her head and answered with a very certain yes. She charged me $2 to mend a tiny button which is not a big deal really. I would even pay $10 as long as I get the same colour thread. I happily passed my cardigan to her and went on to do some shopping. Retail therapy is good for health after all.
When I came back to collect the cardigan, to my horror, the button was sewn using a different colour shade of thread. So I pointed at the mismatched thread and told her that the other lady told me they've got the exact same colour.
She replied with a cold reply, "Oh, no one will notice this anyway. I do that to my expensive clothes all the time."
I was absolutely gutted.
Just so because it is just a Kookai cheap $39 cardigan and not some expensive garment, that does not mean it's allowed to have mismatched thread no matter how insignificant it seems because I'm wearing it. I noticed it. Above all, it should be done whichever way I like it.
I vow never to go back to that place again.
chica bonita fluttered eyelashes @ 17:15| 0 comments
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
the one desire
Last night somewhat in between our phone conversation:
Me: So what are we doing tomorrow night?
S: I don't know yet
Me: Think of something!
S: What do you wanna do?
Me: I wanna have sex with you
Me: So what are we doing tomorrow night?
S: I don't know yet
Me: Think of something!
S: What do you wanna do?
Me: I wanna have sex with you
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Monday, January 16, 2006
today i'm on a fruit diet
When the plane touched down yesterday, I almost died. The weather here is seriously killing me. Bloody 33 degrees!
I've gained weight. I think I've probably put on 2kg and I look ridiculously fat when I wear my low waist jeans with the fats hanging out like a 3 month pregnant woman.
Being the smart ass that I am not, I decided to binge on food back home. I guess no one can resist Ma's cooking, at least not me. And the sumptuous local cuisine. I've been practically eating half of the time when I was awake. I still miss durian though (I wished it is part of my current diet but durians are so costly here and they don't taste half as good). Oh well... There is no point whinging really.
I've been eating fruit the whole day, with the occassional cup of coffee and milo. I'm keeping away from ice-cream, chocolate and junk food for 2 weeks. Okay, probably not chocolate. I can never resist them but I'm definitely cutting down.
It's been a wonderful trip. I got to catch up with some of my friends which I've not seen for years. A very close friend of mine just got engaged recently. Does that means I'm getting older? I'm not admitting it. :-)
Shopping in Kuala Lumpur is brilliant as usual. The stores range from high-end Anya Hindmarch and Tod's to cheapos like Zara . I love Zara stuff! Anyway, Pa makes more noise when I shop back home although I spend way less compared to back in Aus so I didn't really buy a lot of things. Aussie Dollar is almost 3 times higher than Ringgit Malaysia. Dads are weird creatures I tell you!
I'm gonna get a good rest now. I need to look good for my date with S tomorrow night *winks*
I've gained weight. I think I've probably put on 2kg and I look ridiculously fat when I wear my low waist jeans with the fats hanging out like a 3 month pregnant woman.
Being the smart ass that I am not, I decided to binge on food back home. I guess no one can resist Ma's cooking, at least not me. And the sumptuous local cuisine. I've been practically eating half of the time when I was awake. I still miss durian though (I wished it is part of my current diet but durians are so costly here and they don't taste half as good). Oh well... There is no point whinging really.
I've been eating fruit the whole day, with the occassional cup of coffee and milo. I'm keeping away from ice-cream, chocolate and junk food for 2 weeks. Okay, probably not chocolate. I can never resist them but I'm definitely cutting down.
It's been a wonderful trip. I got to catch up with some of my friends which I've not seen for years. A very close friend of mine just got engaged recently. Does that means I'm getting older? I'm not admitting it. :-)
Shopping in Kuala Lumpur is brilliant as usual. The stores range from high-end Anya Hindmarch and Tod's to cheapos like Zara . I love Zara stuff! Anyway, Pa makes more noise when I shop back home although I spend way less compared to back in Aus so I didn't really buy a lot of things. Aussie Dollar is almost 3 times higher than Ringgit Malaysia. Dads are weird creatures I tell you!
I'm gonna get a good rest now. I need to look good for my date with S tomorrow night *winks*
chica bonita fluttered eyelashes @ 22:36| 4 comments