BACK. UNCERTAINTY LOOMS
Sometimes, it just takes a couple of really warm and nice people to make your supposed bad situation, less exasperating.
I am thankful.
To the 2 ladies at the immigration checkpoint tonight.
Apparently, some glitch in the computer means I have to be confined in Malaysia all the way till, get this, *gasp* 4th June.
Yeap, by right, I am not supposed to be back here, all the way till the freaking 4th of blardy June.
So, I am supposed to wake up darn early tomorrow to get it extended at the immigration office.
It may(30%), or may not(70%), be approved.
But I am grateful to the friendly and helpful peepz, who were extremely lovely, in comparison to the grump, evil old man who attended to me last week.
I can’t imagine I have to return on Sunday night to the room which doesn’t seem rightfully mine.
I am gonna go crazy without proper desktop, broadband, cable television, and not even a CD player for me to pop in some decent music to tide the bad days over.
My stay in Malaysia was a bland one, clouded by one bad news after another.
It kinda strained the relationship I have with my mother too.
Why do I always feel so asphyxiated whenever I am back with her?
It’s a serene environment. Almost too serene for me.
Like where they would house the insane.
The view from my room. Yeap, the table is just by the window side, towering over the magnificent view. And wooo yeah, you’re looking at my sexy toes, you toes-fetishers.
You can see Holiday Plaza and even Singapore from here.
But I seldom open the windows for several reasons.
1) It had been storming incessantly for the past week.
2) Mozzies love me.
3) I might just leap out when I get increasingly bored, you see.
So, what did I do there?
I finished my book in 3 days.
I watched television, listened to 93.3fm for 12 hours, everyday.
I shopped.
I surfed net, and emailed to countless people to lament how jailed up I was.
I dwelled in several deep thoughts, getting myself lost in the emotional mazes.
Some other stuffs which I don’t feel like mentioning.
I don’t even feel at home there.
I can’t even strut around the house in my lingerie.
I can’t even snack without someone breathing down my neck reminding me what a fat ass I am.
I can’t even relax in peace with someone treating me like a 10 year-old.
I can’t…… even blog.
Not that I want to, or that I have anything to blog.
I can’t even load the pictures I had taken.
I can’t even surf as and when I like.
Okay, fine, I am just trying to find faults with the place which I am supposed to call home.
All the more so, cos this trip back, was a rather solemn one.
The parents talked about when their time is up, what I should do, and where I could find the important documents and stuffs.
Dad even brought me to the lawyer’s office to draw up a, (what the..) will.
Mum wanted to open a joint account with me, so that if ‘anything’ happens, I can draw out and claim her assets mine.
I had a taste of super stardom during my stay there.
Autograph sessions. One after another.
Made 2 trips to the lawyer’s firm.
My pretty signature graced the documents which I derived no joy at all.
Gee, why should I talk about bleak stuffs?
Shoo shoo.
I grew increasingly bored.
So, I have no idea why, the usually not very keen shopper, was possessed.
Perhaps, retail therapy does work.
Oh hell ya, it works!
And the autograph session continued as I got the hang of scribbling my gorgeous signature on the bills.
Not much hauls(as compared to the Posh Janice), but trust me, it can only get worse if I have to go back for another month.
I must have amnesia or something. I refuse to can’t remember weaving in and out MNG 3 times in a single day.
Adidas didn’t have the jacket I want, Levi’s was evil(the salesgirl insisted I try size 25, which wouldn’t go pass my butt at all, size 26 wouldn’t fit either!), I could get my perfume from Duty Free…
I called it a day, but was immensely dissatisfied with no shopping bags.
So after surfing for an hour at the cyber cafe, I rushed back to MNG before the shops closed, and tried on almost every single item for the new summer collection.
Well, I am not saying that for my 1st trip, I tried almost all the basics. Nothing caught my fancy.
For my 2nd visit, I tried almost all the previous season’s clothes. Nah….
Until my 3rd, and final for the night, which lasted till 20 minutes past their closing time, then did I settle for 2 pieces of garments.
It would have been more if not that some of the pieces did not have S size.
Yes, I still fit an S if you have to know.
It was a daunting task trying the clothes, you know.
I am turning into a pear.
Yes, I AM TURNING INTO A PEAR!!!!!
OH NO! *GASP IN HORROR* I AM A PEAR.
My top still can fit a S or even an XS.
BUT
Bottom? Arghhhh…..
Judge for yourself.
Salesgirl passed me a pair of micro minishorts.
Her response when I came out of the fitting room?
‘Hmmm, er.. perhaps you should get it in another few months’ time.. when you slim down or something.’
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*sniff sniff*
*cough cough*
Uffa!
Thanks. How very nice.
*Roll eyes*
Well, she redeemed herself(I guess my dagger stares worked) when she was trying to find the smallest sized top for me, and then commented my waist is really *cough* small.
Yah, she genuinely meant it.
Shut up if you’re going to tell me she was just trying to make up for the in-my-opinion-not-so-true comment(dammit, don’t try to convince me otherwise. I am NOT in denial) about the shorts.
Anyway, I bought 2 items which normally would not find their ways to my wardrobe.
Talk about being insanely adventurous.
A pair of yellow pedal pushers!
Man! I didn’t even believe I would even go for such colours, but they are comfortable to be in, and quite nice.
And who in the world would have thought I would buy this:
Yup, a thick khaki jacket especially with the kooky weather these days!
I still feel the deprivation within me brewing.
I need some…. more… shopping… for… tops…
On top of that, I bought myself a non-pirated CD!
I mean, I don’t even normally buy CD, yet I actually bought myself an original. Applause, people!
I stocked up my almost finishing foundation from Shisedo.
And….
I swear hanging out Janice is a bad thing.
I am starting to fall for..
*drums roll*
Shoes!
I am quite picky when it comes to shoes cos I have really sweaty feet, and thus, shoes were definitely not my usual purchase.
So, I got myself a pair of new heels, which are of the height I am rather pleased with.
And *cough*, a shorter pair when I am on dates with vertically-challenged blokes.
Muahahahaha.
I am joking, really.
Cos I have nobody dating me, so it’s just a smokescreen to make you guys think I am blardy popular.
Which obviously is a deception. Totally untrue.
Alright. I have no idea why I am blogging such a shallow post when I actually have no mood to blog at all.
Got this off Janice’s site.
| Your dating personality profile:
Big-Hearted – You are a kind and caring person. Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love. |
Your date match profile:
Big-Hearted – You want someone compassionate, someone gentle and kind. A loving, nurturing person will fill that hole in your life. |
|
Your Top Ten Traits
1. Big-Hearted |
Your Top Ten Match Traits
1. Big-Hearted |
Take the Online Dating Profile Quiz at Dating Diversions
Hmm, what can I say?
Stylish? Nah. So not true.
I would put Sensual and Romantic on the top of the list, anytime.
And yes, I want a very big-hearted guy.
Practical? Hmm, yeap, I need someone to keep me grounded with my out-of-the-world fantasies(not that sort, you sleazeballs).
Religious? I am not as much as I want myself to be, and yes, a God-loving man would be nice. *beams*
But but but! I want a romantic and sensual man too. *sulks*
And intellectual should be top of the list, my dear.
Tsk! I should be penning a list myself, and not let this silly test take charge, yuh?
