| girl, interrupted |
[17th. Jun, 2009|09:25 pm] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| |  sad | ] |
i suddenly feel heavy-hearted. after work, half ran out of office to catch the bus so i won't be late for the photo-therapy session at skin centre. of course i missed it. so i reached balestier to take a cab to mandalay road. all these while, i brisk-walked. cab fare cost me $5. after going through the hassle of taking temperature, i went up to the third floor. clerk behind the counter said i had to pay an extra $4 on top of the normal charge for a session $12.60 because i didn't have an appointment. so the nurse assigned me a room. the oven, is what yan calls it. i have to strip naked and stand in an incubator-like cabin that'll shine UVB rays on my skin. the nurse will come in and set the machine to a varied temperature, according to my skin situation. unexpectedly, she came in and said, "you have yet to see dr chong right?". i explained that i've emailed dr chong to grant me to continue shining without a consultation visit to him. in his reply, he approved. a staff of the centre called me to verify that dr chong has given me the green light to continue. guess neither doctor nor staff remembered to put it in my records. so there i was stripped to my Gs, and the nurse was almost denying me of my photo-therapy session. i was at my most vulberable, and she had to do that to me. thanks.
after 3 minutes of UVB rays shone on me, i saw a glance of my body on the full length mirror. my heart sank. really really sank. psoriasis is definitely back. i know i only have myself to blame. i took it for granted when the skin was well and healthy, hence slacked on the photo-therapy sessions. and now it's back. orbigood. the thighs and ass area are affected. some appearing on the arms already. some on my shoulders. dry scalp equals to dandruff. dry skin inside and behind the ears. the goddamn blocked ear and nose. the itch, oh don't even get me started on the itch. something tells me i'm not one of the luckiest girls on earth right now.
so after paying for my session, i took a slow walk to the ladies. the cleaner auntie inside the toilet said in a muffled tone (muffled cos the right ear's blocked), "tui bu qi! bu ke yi jing!" even the auntie toilet reject me! so i took yet an even slower walk downhill, towards novena square. literally downhill, a reflection of my emotions. i walked past the CDC and won't be surprised if the H1N1 virus just happened to be airborne and chose to hang on to me.
i was at one of my lowest. yan's up there in some boeing on the way to shanghai. i held back tears so hard that i felt a tight knot in my chest.
so there. i said it all out. i hope i sleep well tonight. it's yet another visit to tan tock seng hospital tomorrow. this time, to the ENT specialist who better vacuum out whatever foreign in my right ear. wish me well, loves. :( |
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| the birthday and the bling |
[30th. May, 2009|11:19 pm] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| |  loved | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | Amazed - Lonestar | ] |
28th april finally came. it brought many sleepless nights, on how i can execute the plans i had up my sleeve. i badly wanted him to come to the picnic point without having to spell out Botanic Gardens. i distinctly recalled the very significant gates of the magnificent garden. the place struck me as one of the perfect spots to crash with a loved one or fabulous company of girlfriends. picnic basket, good food and drinks in tow. so here's how the plan went on. i took leave to be able to wake up and cook his favourite cream sauce pasta. just about the only menu i can whip up. i'm a bad bad girlfriend. boo. tini was kind enough to loan me the picnic basket, which i loaded with sparkling grape juice, plastic plates and utensils, serviettes, strawberries and grapes and i'm off to paragon. kak yunis strongly recommended da paolo's gastronomia. an italian take-out outlet right in the heart of the very 'atas' shopping mall. ouch to the pocket, but hey! it's a birthday! grabbed his favourite cheesecake, chocolate macarroons and cheese pizza. they had more goodies but i figured the weight of the picnic basket's gona take its toll on skinny me if i got more adventurous than that. the rain didn't dampen my hopes. in fact, i was more determined than ever to pull this one through. silly me, i forgot the champagne glasses from home. so had to swing by jason's for plastic ones that came in a set of 10. ouch-kaching. ok takpe, birthday. besides, they're reusable. :) so the taxi brought me to the gardens. clad in a hooded sweater, a tote bag, a plastic bag and a picnic basket, people must've thought i crazy lor...raining also want to picnic.
 "the girl awaits her boy behind the gates of love..."          success! he loved the surprise. (he better lor) and we spent the quiet afternoon under the gazebo with the graceful swans. fed hungry and cooing birds, before heading to the singapore flyer. inaugural ride turned out to be the best ride of my life. a voice announced via the PA system that we were at the highest point of the observation wheel. that makes us literally, at the highest point of the 'world'. i was busy uploading a picture to twitpic. excited mah...highest point of the world leh. he hurried me and started preaching, or so i thought (at first). "dear, i don't ask for surprises nor gifts...for my birthday....". honest to god, i was anticipating the next sentences to be something like, "i just ask for you to cut down on shopping, learn how to cook...". so i'd have to say my heart kinda sank and the little voice in my head went "here we go again". but vah-lah! the surprise was on me this time. he fished a box out and said the very words i least expected. what i did foresee though, was that he was gona go down on one knee. so in between a mouth agape, i said "eh no need!!!". following that scene was a pro-longed series of giggles and laughter. so at the top of the world, to those very words, i said "Oui, baby!"  happy twenty-ninth birthday, handsome. xoxo. :-* 
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| how much is that ribbon in the window |
[29th. May, 2009|12:12 pm] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| |  thirsty | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | Come Back To Me - David Cook | ] |
the week breezed through with a really adorable highlight. completed a research on the sticky candies that i caught my attention. coming with colors and customizations, they're perfect! i just have to out-source for small glass jars with lids that cost lesser than $1. that aside, i'll start off with the flea market at home club i checked out with girlfriends. bumped into familiar faces. a young one in particular who asked me what i knew about flea markets since i've been a relatively big part of them. so i filled her in, and i must say it took me a whole day to realize that she wasn't exactly 'nice' to me, nor polite. not even a thank-you, after i (still, yet) submissively forwarded her information on the upcoming one. so rude. doesn't pay to be nice to everybody, yes?
 us in stripes, polka dots & checkered prints!
rented very very drool-worthy dvd titles, to kill time before his very-intended late arrival home. shan't even get started on that one. then when the hero finally returned from the land of tuk-tuks, he brought me a really sweet purple pillow case, a doraemon pyjama dress and a whole swollen foot.
 ananda everingham & dermot mulroney suave, sexy and smiley. just how i like them...
 he asked me to snap the picture twice, so the 2nd time he can hide "my toes black-black".
vain pot.
now onto the adorable highlight. we love cats. and the coridor cat called Cat, has lately been discovering more familiar zones in the house for her to snuggle in. one of the newest ones would be khail's bookshelf. it's connected to his bed, so it was quite a sight to come home to a sleeping brother on his bed, and a sleeping cat curled up on the bookshelf right above his head board. and then we adopted a stray cat from ubi. at hadiy's carpark, saying bye before heading home. Coco, i named her after the reputable fashion icon Coco Chanel, jumped into the car right onto the dashboard. apparently, it seemed like we were more excited than her. but she was thrilled jumping onto the back seat, under the seat, at the back of the car and on two legs perched at the car window amazed at the moving traffic. cut story short, she's now at his place settling in very well. been taking trips to his place after work just so i can play with her. aww, Coco!
   Cat on the bookshelf and Coco on the dashboard flipped through ST's Urban this morning and somehow, something seemed to be reaching out to me. fate had a way of showing me a sign. given my current obsession over ribbons, naturally i'd look out for obvious choices from the high-end label. maybe a bit far-fetched at the moment but a girl can dream, can't she? and my, my....what have we here? :p
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| the yin and the yang |
[29th. May, 2009|09:45 am] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | Amazing - Kanye West | ] |
for breakfast this morning, i'm rewarding myself with a square slab of sinful pleasure. nutella. a pat on the back because i got through the week. every morning i wake up contemplating on bailing on the work day. but i trudged and troweled, and here i am on a fabulous friday. ok, shall not count my chickens before they hatch. speak too soon and it may just turn un-fabulous on me.
the traits of a libran include the ability of balance, and being able to have perceptions of a matter from both sides, maybe more. of course, the balance comes with a downside. we're a bunch of very indecisive people. nyeh-heh. that's why i take a long time to decide on what to wear. and that cause-and-effect results in me being a habitual late-comer. habitual yet fashionable can? haha. still, one of those irks that i'm still struggling to work on. so, yan was out of town more often than usual recently, with work and that soccer-cum-holiday trip to bangkok. those quiet moments have been spent on some good ol' thinking. observing the human behaviour and how others' minds work. and of course, never have i not wondered why theirs work they way they do. pretty freaky, if you ask me. a good girlfriend even lamented "wah, means you really very free...". without a doubt.
it's not about putting down a certain character. i just stop to observe, and question myself if i would be caught doing/saying something like that. if not, i'll just make a mental note to self not to be like that. one can decide "that's just me". but why follow through a trait that may be a frown upon others, or create awkwardness and displeasure to others. would it do any good if you carry on with the choice of words or actions? any bad if you don't? guess you don't wanna miss out on that certain level of ego-booster. congratulations, then. you have found a sure-fire way to make yourself feel better. i just personally feel that one should have a smart hold on how one projects their personality. life isn't a competition of any sort. no extra points for efforts to outshine. we all go back to point zero where we started.
ni shao shuo hua, ye mei you ren shuo ni shi ya ba.
(if you talk less, nobody will say you're mute.)
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| jumping jacks and jills |
[21st. May, 2009|11:27 am] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| |  high | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | We Are Young - Supergrass | ] |
Who: Girlfriends, fiances & son.
What: Junk Food Picnic
Where: West Coast Park
Why: Because we are fun!
We finally put together a decent picnic. It was a good idea to suggest junk food instead of heavy cooked ones. It'll be too much hassle, time and effort. So it was just chips & dips, salad, tuna hor'dourves and sparkling grape juice. It was the activities that kept us going more than anything. Zero-point! and kites! Various ways of jumping over that rubber-band rope. We especially dig Hen's hand-stand and Waty's capoeira stance. Tried and tested, Toys'r'us kite was the only one that can fly. Not even Doraemon with its takekoputa.
Post-dinner, we resumed the activity-list with a short session of ghost tales and chips dipped into dip at scenic Marina Barrage, sans Abang Fandy who (we're pretty sure!) went home to catch the Manchester United vs Liverfool game. We'll never be satisfied with one jump shot. So we had it going on for a long long while. A good thing to Hen, patience is a virtue. Alfian was the usual entertainer for the day. I felt so much love amidst the non-stop laughter we had that day. Hilfi was such a darling! He's finally warming up to us. Slow and steady. No matter how we address ourselves as "Kakak", he'd still go "Aunty!". And Ina attempting to teach him the "Baa Baa Black Sheep" song translated in Malay. Good luck, girlfriend. Haha. Here are some lucky shots of what I'd call one of my most fabulous Saturdays ever.
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| i'm just a little bit caught in the middle |
[12th. May, 2009|10:45 am] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| | melancholy | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift | ] |
hi.
the need to spill.
up like an owl, i've been having difficulty sleeping at night lately. recurring migraine headaches are torturing me. mama says its cos i don't drink enough water. seriously, who drinks 8 glasses every day? i'd be a walking blimp by the time i finished the 7th glass. but nonetheless, i've been loading up on the daily H2O for sure. i try 600ml at first, 1000ml if i can hold my pee better. back to the migraine headaches. i figured if i visit the doctor, he'd give me pills to help me sleep better and paracatemol to stop the pain in my head. not very cost-effective at times like these. but i read in today's ST that there's a clinic in Toa Payoh where the doctor charges a mere $10 to his patients. very pro-active, considering that it's the recession period. but this is Singapore. you write a story on it, and poof! half the nation will troop over to the clinic.
another reason that keeps me home after work every other day that yan's not in town, is cos i can indulge in my lemon project. not so much of a project per say. just trying out home remedies i read from around the www. lemon juice on facial cotton pads on my cheeks for 15 minutes every night. in hope that i'll manage to fade away some annoying scars. apparently, the citric acid in lemons is supposed to help remove dead skin cells, increase skin elasticity, and help new cell growth. insyallah.
on another note, the discussions to have yan's family over have already started. i'm starting to feel the strain. it's as simple as this. i want papa to be around when they come over. mama and an uncle (her bro) doesn't see the necessity in that. 'too many cooks spoil the broth', i try to interpret their perception on this matter. to them, all that is expected of him is his role on the real day. to become the one 'giving me away'. i don't quite like the idea of how they see things. he is my father. he has brilliant ideas on how to make my wedding a fabulous one. i trust his taste, cos he's just a marvel like that. i can speak to my mother about this, about what i want and don't. but i know i'll have to respect her decisions at a certain point.
oh. i think my room got ghost. and this ghost has a thing for pop music. two incidents so far, that i wake up in the morning, enter my room and my radio's already switched on. maybe i was listening to it from last night and forgot to switch it off? impossible. i've been watching alot of tv lately. means i'd be in the living room. hence, barely hanging out in my room. so i know for sure, i wasn't listening to the radio the night before those mornings. i'm not freaked out as yet. maybe not till 'it' switches to another radio station. and thennn i'll hit the panic button.
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| mum's lunch :) |
[10th. May, 2009|08:13 pm] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| |  cheerful | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | A Song For Mama - Boyz II Men | ] |
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| my sis, wathaa |
[9th. May, 2009|04:09 pm] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| | loved | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | Halo - Beyonce | ] |
the simple pleasures in life...
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| learn the lingo |
[8th. May, 2009|03:45 pm] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| |  annoyed | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | Don't Forget - Demi Lovato | ] |
me: afternoon, crescendas.
mainlander: hai. ni hao.
me: yes?
mainlander: ni ke yi jiang hua yi mah? (can you speak mandarin?)
me: no.
mainlander: aiya.......
me: can YOU speak english?
mainlander: bu ke yi...wo bu hui. (cannot, i can't speak [english])
me: (holding back to say..."so go learn. this is singapore, not china.")
instead, me: why don't get somebody who can speak english and call back.
mainlander: ok, ok.
tahu takpe. (know, never mind.)
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| a day in the lives of kkpl |
[4th. May, 2009|05:07 pm] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| | happy | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | It's Not Fair - Lily Allen | ] |
we braved the afternoon sun and marched down to arab street in full enthusiasm to secure ourselves a set of material for nurul's october wedding. after a row of browsing and persuasion, we finally settled on an ensemble that blew all of us over. a very romantic olive green french lace, with matte soft pink. we were even happier to learn that it was a christian dior inspired design. therefore, now you have the @christiandiorgals. no pun intended. and so we cooled off at the nearest coffee bean & tea leaves joint, catching up over brownies, pasta and caeser's salad before meeting up with the rest of the partners. supported piracy at pasar pandan with endless movie titles. and then it was supper at singgah selalu. long table. cheap food. RM180 for 6 couples and a baby. and then we went on to the car wash. we were all warming down the night with a cuppa hot tea/kopi/milo and hilfi was far off in his kiddies' dreamland. that was when the strong winds started blowing. lightning and thunder struck and we were all scared shit! the tentage at the warung almost flew away if not for some of us who held it down. the banglas only managed to wash 2 and a half cars. nan & yan's cars were complete, except for the wiping. waty's was the best. one side still got foam. :/ a pity our professional photog for the night was in that car itself. we could've had a comical shot of it. and while strong winds blew, hen the champ still did manage to snap shots of some of our scared-shit faces and a couple of flying plastic chairs in the background. it was by far, one of the most happening nights that we've experienced. how often do you get the full circle, even fuller? :) well, including watylily's manager. whom i'm sure all of us are so convinced that she should ditch the current two and hook up with 'manager' instead. they make a really cute pair. xoxo, ps: stop piracy hor!
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| dress maketh the woman |
[21st. Apr, 2009|02:20 pm] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | Falling Slowly - Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova (OST Once) | ] |
i really need to emphasize on the degree of discomfort i'm going through right now wearing this top. it is way too tight at mid-body, right under the chest. i can barely breathe properly. doesn't help that i didn't even bother to press it well. the creases at the not-so-right places make the blouse all the more erm...unsightly. and my boobs look not level. i'm guessing it takes a smaller-built girl to carry this off. so another one bites the dust, and into the things-to-sell-at-the-flea bag.
since we're on the topic of creases at the right places, here's one piece of tailoring art that definitely hit the nail on its head. designer jim hjelm's idea of the platinum moire ribbon sash right across the bodice is exactly what i have in mind. slightly vera wang-ish, screaming out my personality. dream dress? perhaps. :)
  www.theknot.com Falling Slowly - Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova
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| mama knows best |
[17th. Apr, 2009|10:39 am] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| | melancholy | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | Human - The Killers | ] |
 www.theposterlist.com
 www.keepcalmgallery.com these motivational posters packed with a punch have been on my wanted-list since forever. they're very much sought-after in the other continents of the world. any way i can get them here? an alternative would be to blow them up at the print shop and wa-lah. that should come after i paint my room. eventually.
another cool-drool invention i'd like to rave about is this bag hanger. been meaning to get it off those online blog-shops that retail them at $20 and above, depending on the intricacy of details on the hanging part of the hook. some bejewelled, some diamante-studded. i was lucky when i bought a pair of insoles from watson's recently and this 'Party Feet hooker' came free with the insoles. so delighted. something to hang the white nylon bag on when i bring it out for a walk. the advert catch-line proves true. i think every girl should have one in her bag. especially if you're carrying an LV, Gucci, Muji...eh, salah sorority eh? sorry laa...
i'd like to talk about my mother now. some girlfriends may already know how she helps herself to my wardrobe. long tops with tights, no less. my bags are already passed on to her, without me realising of course. i'd feel bad if i were to take it away from her even though for just a day. i want her to feel she's more than welcome to share clothes, bags, accessories and make-up products with me. :) so anyway, back to the story. there's a certain yellow dress with grey, yellow and turquoise polka dots that was favourited once upon my wardrobe. i paired it with pale grey tights and the then-existent turquoise flats from vincci and the miu-miu inspired nappa tote in gold & silver. nice combo, i feel. so the turquoise flats broke down on me one fine day. i stopped wearing the outfit combo simply because i didn't have suitable footwear replacement, and also cos the nappa bag got transferred over to mama's corner of bags in her room. the period where i wasn't wearing the yellow dress, it was also taken over my mama herself. except she wears it with the old navy gold flip-flops that i bought her. today being friday, i felt like something light and yellow and of course, thought of the yellow dress. i put it on, found the grey tights and thanked Cotton On for their very practical bulk order of pump shoes. mama was still in bed but up getting her religious dose of indonesian cinetron, Suci. at 7:30 in the morning can. (-_-) when she saw me walk into the room, her face lit up and said. "eh! pakai baju ni?!" i smiled and nodded. walked some more and she saw the grey tights. "eh! pakai macam style mama?!" wa wa waaah.
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| run baby, run |
[13th. Apr, 2009|01:19 pm] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| |  grateful | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | Check Yes Juliet (Run Baby Run) - We The Kings | ] |
he finally brought me jogging. we sent mama to work at 7am and hit east coast parkway by 7:30pm. and the kind soul also bought me a pair of nikes and running pants. which turned out to be a bad idea, the pants. psoriasis set in. perspiration doesn't go well with certain material. so half the time i ran, i spent 10 minutes sitting on the benches attending to the itch...happening more on my legs and thighs. i quote from a website on psoriasis that says "Psoriasis is rarely life-threatening but causes huge misery." you got that right. so even though my stamina can be top notch, the constant itch will be extremely upsetting. so i now know that i can only wear dri-fit material and most preferably, shorts. (time to shop? :p) and so we walked back from bedok jetty to mcdonald's, and it proved to be fulfilling. it felt like we were getting to know each other all over again. after nine years, he learns that i broke my left arm falling off a bicycle. after nine years, he learns about the 'wriggle-your-nose' story. hilarious hor? :p
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| faux furry friend |
[11th. Apr, 2009|01:19 pm] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| |  blank | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | Lovers In Japan - Coldplay | ] |
thanks to ina, i finally managed a picture of the plaid dress from indo-land. the girls were skeptical when i decided on the final purchase. but figured i could pull it off on any of those act-cute/harajuku-fashion days.
ps: no animals were harmed in the process of making the dress.
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| inspired inspirations |
[8th. Apr, 2009|01:24 pm] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| | hopeful | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | Po-po-po-pokerface - Lady Gaga | ] |
nowhere near high maintenance i am, but this five-lettered label stops me in my tracks every time. thanks to the boyfriend who bought me my first, i now am inspired to purchase my very own one day. can or cannot, we'll see the economy how. so i was browsing through websites today for bursts of inspiration, and lookee at what i see.
winter 2008/2009 collection from charles and keith
courtesy of www.charleskeith.com
 prada nappa s satchel courtesy of www.purseblog.com
we gotta hand it to our local blokes behind the label, charles & keith, to come up with replicas from high-end brands. typical fashionistas may frown upon the trend and claim they only carry the real deal. i must agree that with the real mcCoy on my arm, i've got extra spring in my steps. like i'm about to break out in gaily skipping. but will this high level of self-being eliminate how great of an ass your boss is, take away some of that nasty period cramp, allow you to treat others nicer, change the way you smile at the world? at the end of the day, the bag goes back into the dust bag and you are still you. the quality leather, the monogrammed print, the embedded fonts...they did not bring you guaranteed eternal happiness now, did they?
on the same note, i was out with Ina last sunday and we saw a guy toting a purple satin wristlet. sounds so wrong kan? he was carrying it for his girlfriend. gave the wristlet a once-over and there it was. the five-letter label that made me let out a tiny "mmm...." in admiration. the girl was browsing through the rack of clothes at dorothy perkins, boyfriend was looking on and standing next to her with luxurious wristlet in tow. wah liewww...wristlet so pretty cannot carry yourself meh?
 prada tessuto wristlet courtesy of www.purseblog.com
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| little pests |
[3rd. Apr, 2009|09:29 am] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| | sad | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | I Want You Just The Way You Are - Billy Joel | ] |
working backwards...i encountered few of the things i fear yesterday night.
#1. the sight of blood. was clearing the bin in my room, and standing behind it against the wall is the poster of Peterpan set in a glass frame from Ikea. the frame has cracked since many months back. obviously i didn't get round to dumping it. orbigood loh. cos in the next second, my middle finger slid right up against the broken part and there i see some skin dangling from the deep open cut. my knees went jelly and i took about a good hour get over it, stop the bleeding and bandage the wound with two plasters, which say 'BLOODY COOL" by the way. sounds like peanuts but blood is truly one of my weak spots. :(
#2. cockroach. i was at the stove, boiling some brocolli and potato. and then like it was on clockwork, a medium-sized roach appeared from under the dining table. took a stroll on my kitchen floor and disappeared back into some corner i didn't waste time in finding out. shrieked my way to mama's room.
#3. ghost. not literally. on tv. heh. after the roach scare, i settled comfortably next to mama (still nursing my wound), and joined her in watching Sensasi. a horror show was on. Kekasihku Seru or something. SO SCARY, MARY! i must say Malaysia upped one notch from their typical Jangan Pandang Blakang nonsense.
yesterday was an extremely testing day for me. obviously i have not really mastered the art of dealing with difficult people at work. some days i'm an expert. some days, i just let my guard down and bam! they hit you like a machine gun. people like them remind me of the roach in my kitchen last night. something that makes me shriek. but wait, maybe the roach lagi mulia. it siam-ed when i screamed. sigh...they are not worth getting upset over, but being unwell and vulnerable...it was just a tad too much for me to handle. ended the night with a tupperware of mushroom soup thanks to a thoughtful friend, with small talk. since i did say i don't want clever conversation.
the boyfriend returns today. finally, alhamdulillah. one week long is no joke when i was prescribed with asthma and badly needed someone to talk to. :'( on a better note, i'd like to post a picture of my two-hundred dollar tailored silk pant suit. i gotta credit my tailor, Ivy, who did a fabulous job along with my other lace kebaya suits. and Penelope Cruz for Mango, of course. cos it almost feels like she took the piece right out of the Mango catalogue i passed her. bubbled tube top for the upper part, with lining and banded hemline on my chest. joining a well-cut pant piece that falls nicely down my legs. my most expensive piece of wardrobe to date. *gulp* but it was worth the effort. least i didn't blend in the sea of LBDs, LVs and killer heels. :)
no prada nappa clutch? no sweat.
distinctive style goes a long way. :)
obligatory couple shot that doesn't come round often
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| queen o wears prada |
[12th. Mar, 2009|09:40 am] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| |  giddy | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | You Spin Me Right Round - Marilyn Manson | ] |
random.
twitter's the new blog. finally made waty a convert. the circle is complete. i've got my two most favourite celebrities on the follow list as well; coop and chuck. so that's dope.
quite short of breath right now. recurrent headache is here. i'd pop painkillers but i wouldn't want to be dependent on them. hope the pain goes away soon. work has been yet another bitch. joining the reign of colleagues.
let me randomly again relate how tuesday went for me. wore my cutesy harajuku babydoll dress from batam. plaid pink and grey patterns with furry cream-colored detail. no pictures cos i'm not like that. grey stockings and clipped up (unruly) fringe. how 'act cute', duncha think. it was a happy day at work. for one, cos i knew i was gona finally meet the boyfriend after his zrh sector. two, i now believe the old saying, 'the clothe maketh the man'. the quirky dress truly lifted my spirits! bought more doraemon pens, and headed to zara with him for shoes. saw susu. kaget. exchanged hi and bye. went to borders to look at wedding planners and whathaveyous. something, or rather someone, else caught my interest before we reached the the wedding books section. tay ping hui. :-O i shan't even start on how i was hyperventilating. but nothing too obvious, of course. cut story short, i was a giggling school girl who needed to be slapped back to reality. *dreamy-eyed*
my guilty sin for the month comes in a form of 4 and 1/2 yards of fabulous silk, to be tailored to perfection (i hope) into a good-looking pant suit. silk is NOT cheap. scoured fashion sites for the look i want to achieve. already have a pair of self-blinged thongs to my footwear collection. i'm edging towards a more casual-glam look, instead of blending in with the sea of LBDs with heels and LVs. speaking of LVs, i've yet to think of what bag goes. no wait. i KNOW what bag goes with, of course. i just don't have the luxury of owning it.
 orlando bloom with his victoria secret, miranda kerr.  prada nappa clutch
although it looks like just another clutch, the five-lettered gold embellishments makes me worship the shelve it sits on. a bit too far-fetched, i know. heh. o well, i'm still on a search of any kind-hearted soul who can loan me this bag for a night. hah. otherwise, i'll be on yet another search. this time for a clone of this precious, perfect beauty.
xoxo,
queen o wears prada
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| the little things |
[16th. Jan, 2009|10:57 pm] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
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| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | Cinta Ini Membunuhku - D'Massive | ] |
in the living room, the boyfriend lay sprawled on the floor, terselit in between coffee table and armchair. i was at the laptop, which was on the coffee table. looked over at him a couple of times to ask if he needed more pillows and stuff. he sounded annoyed, muttering under his breath sleepily saying don't need. in the next 30 seconds, i whiffed fart in the air. i looked over at him....
me: dear! dear!
he: mmm???
me: u puput??
he: no....
me: *kembali ke lap-top*
fart smell grew smellier.
me: deaaaar! u puput??!!
he: nooo...i nak sleeeep....
me: *kembali ke lap-top, blur blur*
fart smell got smellier...
he: hee hee heeee...
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| re-solutions |
[1st. Jan, 2009|10:33 am] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| | optimistic | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | Kisah Cinta Ku - Peterpan | ] |
at the stroke of midnight, i was on my mum's bed playing Facebook's Fashion Wars on the laptop. thanks to tini, i'm stuck. the countdown celebrations at Marina was on tv. fireworks so cantek! but i still wouldn't swop my place at home with a spot out there at Marina. dudu was called up for Hyderabad. wanted to surprise him when he touched down at 6:45am this morning. how to?? slept at 3am playing Fashion Wars. sigh...tini, tini. mati lah aku. so he pulak yang surprise me at my doorstep at 8am this morning. now i'm up, gona have breakfast soon and prolly heading to his place for the bbq along his coridor. it's a brand new year. resolutions are simply but the several attempts to acheive what one was not able to acheive the previous years. nobody is perfect and i'm still at it, my resolutions that is. today onwards, i hope to be a better person. hati mo berseh, beb. start saving money. still can shop, but not as often. still crossing fingers for a CNY 'gift' from the boss. surely he's not that niao. if he turns out to be haji bakhil, then i can bid sayonara to my kate spade handbag as a reward-to-self gift. :( oh, and start doing stomach crunches every night before i go to bed. been doing so religiously the past three nights. aiming for a less boncet tummy this year. wish me luck! have a super year, everybody!
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| in full circle |
[29th. Dec, 2008|03:57 pm] |
| [ | Some Days I'm |
| |  accomplished | ] |
| [ | I'm Rockin' To |
| | Tentang Kamu - Bunga Citra Lestari | ] |
watched my indon flick over the weekend. Ada Kamu Aku Ada, which featured Bunga Citra Lestari. i think she's pretty! and the mantan mohawk man pernah erm...itu dengan dia. so...lucky him? naughty them? you decide. but it's worth a watch lah nonetheless. always brings me back to 'the rockstar' days whenever i indulge in sappy indon movies. and that's always a nice feeling hor. :) later on, it turned out to be a fab saturday night with some girlfriends. we had late dinner at the mayuni omar cafe. it's fairly new. along nostalgic jalan pinang, the cafe offers an affordable and delectable western spread, along with free live acoustic entertainment from the man himself, mayuni omar. if you're lucky, his famous singing compadres may just drop in and contribute a tune or two. with very cosy and welcoming atmosphere, they get the ultimate thumbs up cos a peterpan number was performed just before we left for kumar night. and the latter, was another hit among us that night. we laughed so hard till we teared. glad some of us felt better after the good local humor. ;) ada lori ada bas!
watched wild child on the ipod in bed on that lazy sunday morning. i'm a huge fan of chick flicks. and wild child goes on to my list of favourites. a no-brainer, and at times, predictable movie, which i totally needed to kick back in. the friendship formed between poppy (emma roberts) and her dorm-mates from mount abbey boarding school reminds me of the closeness i've bonded with my own set of girlfriends just recently. hurdles and happenings have taken place in our lives, a couple still unbelievable to some of us. hard to swallow. just like sp***. lol. funny how it takes events to happen to churn our bond for each other. minus one, of course. which we all got over, i'm so very sure. but all's good. honestly, i'm contented with how things are.
spent the rest of sunday cleaning the house! success! my room is of breathable condition, and the kitchen plus living room looks more pleasant to live in now. i realise i work better when mama's not home. heh. and the short naps before heading to challenger. dudu bought me an award-winning gadget. portable. light-weight. it's like the term "kecik-kecik cili padi". so small, yet they omit such dynamic sound...sound beyond size. great gizmo to my name now. i'm sure this will last longer than the cute doraemon ones.
and then we took a walk under the stars to esplanade where bushmen were performing. he wanted to see who the not-so-secret-anymore admirer was. there the man was, playing the bongo. heh. then he breathed a sigh of relief. chet. it was all about good music. happy dancing people. my kind of sunday night. then we were at youth park kopitiam to meet his poly mates baby and max. another few hours of laughter. then the swift kana alot of birdshit cos he parked at the carpark opposite youth park. hahah. i was trying hard not to puke my guts out. the thought of gooey birdshit all over the white car was extremely nauseating. so that's it. birdshit ended my sweet full circle weekend. full circle cos i managed to cover everything in two days. personal time, housekeeping time, girlfriend time, boyfriend-time and other friends time. and so now monday's another dread. hur. eh haiya. tonight must watch The Little Nyonya. qi yuwu! |
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