I tell you, this online shopping thingy is bloody addictive!
Got 2 dresses from yet another blogshop and I am loving this experience and the pieces I received!
Wore one for Minibean’s birthday, and here’s the other piece that I am wearing now, for work on a bluesy Monday.
And it is in blue! Woohooo!
Woops, didn’t pull down the dress properleeeeeeeeeeee.
Back to work and will write more about the preeeetttttttyyyyyy dresses later today!
I had one of the worst sleep in a long while and I think I was conscious most of the evening on Friday, but yet I feel the need to complete this post just before I head out to busy myself for Minibean’s party (which means more blogging to come!) on Saturday.
Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to do so with the tight timeline, and here is the late post that should have been up much earlier!
Wednesday and Thursday were dedicated to Siren turning legal. Cough, yes, that’s right. Legal.
Wednesday was decorated with a sweet lunch with my other female colleagues, right at the pantry overlooking the bay and Esplanade, and having casual chats.. it was a great lunch.
A colleague also made my day when I found a lil pressie wrapped in red on my table. It was a copy of The White Tiger. So sweet! 
Of course, there were also funny booboos like me calling up a work partner and then started chatting to him and then 10 minutes into it he asked, “why are you speaking to me not my managers?”
Apparently I got the wrong person. Wooooooooooooops.
10 minutes for me to realise that. Well done.
***
I was invited to join Siren for her birthday dinner on Wednesday evening after a very bad day at work, which resulted in me having an early coffee with Vandalin and his colleagues/boss, while waiting for Siren to knock off.
I was told to stay in the light and not go clubbing ever, cos I look “much much worse” in the dark.
WOEEEEEEEEE ISSSSSSSSS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
I think it is just the lack of makeup that made that difference.
By the time evening came, I joined Siren and her colleagues at her office before we headed to Pan Pacific Suites’ Oriole.
As usual, I ordered a medium rare beef burger.
Though I must say the Carbonara risotti looked really awesome when the others ordered it.
Charlotte and Stacy looking gorgeous.
Us at Oriole!
Everyone getting trigger happy.
Shawn and Siren. Young, sweet doctor. Woohoo!
Did we mention something about debauchery? So how can we miss her titties out?
Charlotte grabbed the attention successfully from the birthday chick and Stacy.
Here’s the surprise cake that explains the surprised look on the birthday girl:
Making a wish, and hope your wish will come true my dear
We sat around and exchanged some horror stories, especially the one about Oreos and BOs.
Birthday girl and a very chui me.
The focus of this picture should be on Char’s boobs.
Seriously. Paranormal Debauchery going on there?
Finally when she stops moving around and the commissioner of the picture stops jerking her hands about!
Me and Char before she had to rush off!
Birthday girl and me!
Where we were
Trying to show the dress in the mirror.
Cheyenne joining me in the toilet!
We had more interesting chats about a woman in red in a life in Penang and other Fullerton Hotel stories, before we called it a night and headed down to Wala Wala.
Where we met up with Jaywalk and his close friend.
We didn’t stay for long before heading to Adam Road for supper.
Sibei sinful! Peppery mutton soup, and cups of sugar-intenstive teh-o-pengs before we called it a night and headed home for more chillax over videos and all.
***
I thought Thursday was great until I reached work and saw a shiny sheen to my poor Bbag.
Ouch.
Someone has broken my heart, badly.
Apparently, Minibean had used a lipstick to colour my poor, lovely Bbag’s vulnerable leather. AND, the interior. Now, that explains why all my belongings were getting pinkish.
And a good stick of Mac lipstick (and yes, the only Mac lipstick I can after the other one went mysteriously missing), gone, no more, boom, kaaaappppoooooottt BAH!
BOOOHOOOOHOOOO!
Though I felt the pinch I wasn’t too upset, cos afterall, she’s just a child, and probably trying to express her creativity.
Someday when she grows up I will show her the evidence and maybe I could demand 10 from her. HOHOHO. What a plan, and investment.
Thankfully, I didn’t get the white one! So there is still some silver lining if I insist to draw one to it.
It was also the day when the impromptu plan to hold a mini party for Minibean took place, and a flurry of activities took place, which included trying to get her a cake in such short notice.
Finally it was time to leave office and I grabbed my poor, bruised bag towards the exit, and then I realised my coin purse was left behind.
And I didn’t have my key card with me.
So I waited, and waited, and waited.
Until a colleague appeared and I asked her for help for access.
She then looked at me, pointed to my chest, before I realised the key was hanging by my neck.
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!
Where got people so stupid one!?!?!?!?
Got lah, me lah, but still! ARHHHHH!
As I walked towards the salon to get my fringe cut (mega regrets, cos they screwed it up pretty badly, but nevermind, hair will grow out one anyway, I will just look toot toot for my daughter’s party that’s all… BOOOHOOO!), I found 3 strands of grays and plucked them out from the roots.
SO DEVASTATING!
HAVE I BEEN OVER STRESSED?!
Then huh, they are alllllllllllllllllllll from the root to the ends, and how did they manage to over-ride the hair dye and just make me aged like that?!
So powerful?!
It was a good Thursday, when 3 emails came in that brightened my day! Talk about timing and coincidences.
It was then a rush to an event Lynn (thanks dear for the invite!) had extended an invitation to, which she had coerced me into when she mentioned how she would not get paid if no one turns up.
I asked Siren along, for some company at Merchant Square, and it was a health talk that was pretty relevant to us. Coughs. Laughs.
I particularly enjoyed the goodie bag and the buffet, though the uncanny resemblance of the first doctor to Jack Neo was tickling me. The 2nd female doctor was so incredibly sexy, and got us panicky about our wellness and, uh, hormones! It says something about me getting old, I am sure.
We headed straight to Holland Village, for Wala Wala (yet again!), to join Jaywalk, his friend and his friend’s THE BOOMZ (hahaha!), and the very sweet JunKey (get online biatch!) for some chillax drinking, with constant messages telling us about the almost warzone upthere.
And what’s a debauchery without these:
I bumped into an old friend, and I squealed in delight of seeing him again after so long, and didn’t realise how small the world had became.
And it just kinda sad to know that sometimes, along the way, the simplest looking people, can spin up the most complicated story just for the thrill of it all.
And just before we went up to hear the band out for the night:
It has been a long while since I was confronted by such a big crowd. I was just pretty much pleased with playing chaperon for the night, though I have to admit how intimidating it was to be out in crowded places again…
There was a constant urge to run for the exit, or just dash for a dark corner.
Though I met a very sweet Cindy who has awesome memory to remember me from the post-Minibean, 24-hours long Battlefield 2 days.
I had to ask her if I was mean to her that’s why she remembers me so well, but thankfully, hahaha, I didn’t!
The birthday boys and girl, each rewarded with one cupcake each, possibly to line their tummies for the ultimate treat.
The waterfall!
How kind of the others.
Birthday boy and girl, with the ghost in red haunting in the background.
KUA TIOOOO GUIII!!!!!!
Me and the happily drunk birthday girl!
And I believe Ruok receiving a gesture for every affection shown.
Laughs.
It wasn’t long before Siren was drunk and doing Sharon Stones, as well as falling asleep when she was on a cig break.
All of us started to pacify her home, telling her she had fell asleep for 2 hours on the chair (haha sorry darling I came up with the lie!), after she had puked in the middle of the carpark, and having our shoes covered in the… meal we had at the seminar. Oh wait, or was it the cupcake? It was too much a mess for me to figure out, really.
And you probably have seen this on other sites already, but tadang……….
Make sure you have an as nice an ass when you wanna get drunk and can’t walk a straight line, or avoid having friends like Jaywalk.
Giggles.
I am sure there was an interesting podcast somewhere, of us when we sent Siren home.
I dropped off to catch a cab to Balestier to joy the chaps for supper, and yums!
Though I had to endure the laughs from them when I said how much I want to return to Italy, go to Egypt and Nepal, and how Jordan and Machu Picchu are places I would love to go.
They laughed at Pikachu!!!!! And Michael Jordan!!!
I had to wiki on the spot for them to stop laughing at me.
Tsk!
It all started when the awesome sweetness of a boyfriend had reflected how his girlfriend wanted to go Rome and I told him, with pictures illustrated, HOW HE SHOULD REALLY BRING HER!
And then before I had finished recounting Italy, I had suggested to him to make a trip to UK and Paris as well, and how one of the most beautiful thing I have ever done was to skate in the public, in an open space, on a chilly, star-filled night, in Paris Disneyland with a group of great chums.
Of course, he should check out thr Lourve, Versailles, and Eiffel is pretty interesting.
Then I eventually said, “GO ON A FULL EUROPE TOUR!” with aplenty of excitement.
Then he got hyped on the Colesseum, and had to endure my sugar-high recollection on Trevi fountain and Vatican City. And Pompeii.
I really do hope he will love the place.
We started talking about wonders of the world. It was a night I actually felt very much alive and enriched.
It was almost 4ish. But it was nice.
I got back to see Siren online and telling me how evil we were and how she had woken up from her drunk state, and very much well recovered.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!!
Be happy, and hopefully you will find the person to restore the warmth, the trust, give you a reason to “young-er” your soul, subtract the cynicism. and give you a real, sensual, meaningful hug for you to feel safe all the time.
Of course, he is going to be weaponed with a big kkj, and gives you plenty of good sex.
(Very important!)
I kept mistaking today to be Saturday, instead of a Friday.
I blame my very screwed up body clock for it.
I woke up this noon, only to be surprised by the bright light, and how my glasses still sit firmly on my nose. Apparently I had dozed off with my glasses when the episode of CSI had barely went into its introduction.
I woke up to empty my very empty bladder before heading straight back for the bed, and only woke up when it was, gasp, 4pm.
Did a little more lazing.
I think the doctor was right, I am getting old, and I am probably heading for menopause… say, hey, I am already pausing!
Bloatedness, perpetual tiredness, and an incredible fear for crowds and new people.
Dammit.
I got up, and headed out after having a fulfilling meal of home-cooked food!
I got my loots from an online shop and I can’t stop gushing how happy I am, and how satisfied I am with the 2 pieces I have.
Of course, do stay tuned when I got down to camwhoring them.
I actually headed out after putting on foundation, and forgot to bring EVERYTHING else, so it was no surprise I ended up looking like Edward Cullen’s sister, sans the beauty.
And that’s why, I ended up getting myself a christmassy pouch, which matches my bag, which also fits nicely and compactly into my bag!
I don’t know why, but this item is actually making me very perked up and happy.
I suspect it is the cute little zipper that really put a silly smile on my face.
Yes, yes. I am such a kid, I know.
Followed by a whirlwind trip to Toys’R'Us at United Square, where the year-end sale came in handy, though it also spells trouble since I almost wanted to get everything!
I chose Early Learning Centre stuff over Toys R Us, cos basically I adore their stuff to death, and there are a few things I can’t wait to show after I take pictures of Minibean unwrapping them tomorrow!
I had to forsake a doll house, animal farm, kitchen set and Thomas the train set because I really couldn’t decide, but yet time was running short cos we had to rush for a movie thereafter.
I lugged bags and bags of stuff before I thought, “Uh oh, fuck, Christmas is just round the corner…. should I ration the gifts?”
And I am definitely broke. And then the Stemcord bill sits nicely on my table, reminding me of the pain that day in 2006.
***
Reached Marina Square on the dot and serendipitously bumped into Nadnut and CCB, and I can’t wait to start on the story of how I was so surprised to bump into CCB just on Thursday night after not seeing him for years.
A friend from the past, it was definitely a surprise I didn’t anticipate.
I also bumped into Bernard with his girlfriend who was catching New Moon as well.
I can’t say enough how New Moon is a yawnfest because there is just so little of the vampires we saw, but it probably explains why it was also my least favourite book.
I was pre-empted it was going to be not that nice and draggy, but I was fast to say, “DO I CARE?!?!?!”.
Yes, I didn’t care, and I know how I didn’t like New Moon as much but it is just part of the ritual of how I should be sitting religiously through all the instalments, just because.
There was the whispering and silent gasps when both leads got topless.
And man, I wish Jake will growl at me and speak to me in that low whisper, and his fellow werewolf, OH SIMMER MY PANTIES, when he growled, and grunted…. I TELL YOU…
I love how the men smirked.
But I wish the entrance of the leads were grander, and it would have the ethereal effects to make us all of ooh la la!
Obviously, I became one of those ladies I raised my brows at when I watched Twilight the last time, who gasped and held their chest delicately whenever their heroes appeared.
I didn’t know why, but I do now.
Seriously, I was almost shouting out “JUMP HIM! RIP HIS JEANS OFF!” in the theatre when Jacob was in Bella’s room.
WHAT WAS SHE WAITING FOR?!?!?!?!
Seriously!
But also quite dulan with the movie, because the book New Moon itself also makes me feel quite dulan.
Oh well, maybe I am just jealous of Bella Swan. Giggles.
***
Saw a terrible accident on my way home after the movie.
But it also made me feel how compassionate Singaporeans can be despite how we always lament how selfish they are.
Some people stopped to help, and the badly mangled white car was taking up an entire lane and causing some traffic disruptions.
The ECP had heavy traffic, but there were some workers from the road works nearby on the scene, who not only used their own barriers to close off the roads so that people can avoid the accident vehicle, but they also helped with the traffic diversion to guide traffic along, which I believe is their own initiatives.
They had everything under control while I saw 2 groups of paramedic squatting down near the railings, possibly attending to 2 very injured people.
The police and EMAS were there, and a few cars and bikes were stopped just in front, possibly stopped to help when they witnessed the accident.
I sincerely hope they made it through and I am very touched by the efforts of the strangers who stopped to help.
In many other countries, including my motherland, people might be too afraid to stop, or those who stopped would have robbed you clean.
***
What a heavy, heavy end to such a relaxing day.
Tomorrow, is when everything will get incredibly busy.
*Breathes in and hold*
I WANTTTT TOOO BLLOOOOGGGGG!
It seems like I have 1001 things to blog about and then they just became ideas, then became forgotten.
Duh.
Like seriously!
But then today cannot lah, got many important things to do.
To grab the dresses to wear for Minibean’s party. More on that to come, and I am very very the excited lah! Yay to new dresses.
And yes, Minibean’s party. One that the forgetful mama almost don’t remember because it is still November, and it must mean December is very far away and that it cannot be this weekend is the weekend before her birthday which means Mummy only ordered a cake yesterday for tomorrow, and then sent out invites yesterday after calculating whether got budget to do catering at her place or not and succumbed to the fact she is too broke and then decided cannot and then home-cooked food is the way to go.
Okay, did I just finish that thought in one breath? I remember holding my breath and typed on until my face is almost blue.
Oh dammit! I have to rush out to get her birthday present!
What else?
Oh, blog!
Lynn’s wedding, Cheyenne’s birthday, and those mundane days of mine. And I haven’t even gotten down to Peining’s wedding AND Pat’s.
Ho seh liao.
OHHHHHHHH THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I FORGOT TO MENTION!
Edward, here I come.
*Swoon* *Smitten*
Suck me! Suck me!
I have no idea why the guilt of purchasing something not fitting for me bugs me like no other things.
Maybe because I have always been quite *cough* cautious with my spending, so when I finally part with my moolah, and if the purchase is not justified I tend to weigh on hard on myself.
Like, I will chide myself for not exercising more self control.
I have decided not to get the toga dress (kinda) after the reviews of BonitoChico’s backorder products tend to be a lil bit more disappointing and the sizing tend not to follow closely as stated.
But somehow, I am just happy to find worthy owners for the pieces that don’t fit me so that they will finally have some one to do them justice!
My guilt is greatly alleviated hehehe. And thankfully for them, at least I don’t get stuck with 2 pieces of garments I probably ain’t gonna wear ever again.
I tried emailing the seller, but apparently what was originally helpful replies became totally redundant when I was just told that there is no refund despite the measurement didn’t turn out as stated. Strangely someone else did get a refund.
So I got tired of the ping-ponging, and when I reflected the inconsistency in sizing, instead of assuring the quality, I was told to get an M next time.
Bah.
Then too big I also have to spend moolah to alter hor? I lazzzzyyyyy!
Not much news today to update.
Except that after dinner with Jiali at Miss Clarity after poledancing class, I headed home and found a twirl-able pole at the playground and I did a bit of practise before going home satisfied.
Wahahahaha.
If you were my neighbour and saw some ghostly figure right outside your windows doing her THANG on the pole at the playground, please do not mistaken it to be me. Ahem.
My sweaty palms are great barriers, and finally for a week, I managed to catch up a little despite the moist hands.
Am now trying to stretch my old bones so I can finally do some splits and acrobatics stunts that at this moment, seem beyond my means as long as I live. I am so stiff that I get cramps and pulls EVERYTIME I do warm up. And I cannot touch my toes. Wahahahaha.
But it got better than the muscle aches on Tuesdays are slowly subsiding, so are the bruises. Whee!
And who would have thought? The guy at the dance school is actually Lynn’s husband’s cousin who was at the wedding last week as well!
Speak about a tiny world.
Another Myer Briggs show that I am as INFP as it comes. I thought I could surprise myself, but haha, apparently I can’t.
Was speaking about people-management yesterday till wee hours in the morning. Some are attributed to people skills, some are just observed by others how you treat others at each level, some are just… how much people trust you.
Some just have it, some just don’t. And it is always the amount of respect you give, that earns you the respect given by others, but many often fail to see it that way.
It was thought-provoking, and perhaps pretty liberating.
***
In other news, my skin care/perfume basket was ransacked yesterday.
I was alerted by my mum that the spawn took a bottle of lotion and applied it to her face, lips and hair, perhaps learnt from the adults of the standard routine I started recently…. serum and moisturiser, remember?!
I was afraid the copycat would destroy everything like how she did (normally I can’t finish my skincare cos I will always forget to put, so the only way they deplete, is when the spawn sped up the process by cleaning the floor with them), so I carefully put the new bottles onto a high cabinet.
Basically, I close my doors when I head out.
Today, my mum asked me what this bottle of lotion was, and had said she had grabbed from the basket and did her beauty regime in it.
I cringed badly.
Right after the recent blush inducing discovery of the brr brr, Minibean has reached a new high.
Of all bottles…. it was a bottle of lube (!!!!!!!!)
I can only be thankful that it is not the widely recognised brand of Durex, or else I will die of embarrassment in front of mum.
Sometimes I really wonder, how on earth she manage to choose with impeccable accuracy of the item that would make me bite my nails uncomfortably in buckets of sheepish guilt.
Seriously?!
The blogshop purchases didn’t see much of a happy ending after I wrote in to request for help, which equates to nothing, and I am not sure if I am the only one who has the sizing inconsistency from said blogshop, but I ended up putting 2 items I bought on sale, because I don’t think I can nor will wear them.
So much hassles. Bah. Heh.
On a sidenote, I tracked my spending this month and I almost killed myself from holding my breath.
Basically I am not looking forward to December, except for my paycheck. And of course, the birthday thingy I am not sure if I should do for Minibean, and then besides Minibean, maybe there isn’t any spare moolah to buy anything else for, for Christmas.
My colleague just asked me to head to Sipadan over Christmas, and I seriously doubt I have any spare for the coming month.
BOOHOOHOO.
I can’t wait to get away for Christmas.
***
It was Friday, and cabless because the road was closed for some CBD run.
I decided to walk all the way to Suntec, where the Sephora bazaar was held.
First, Winnie was the one who sent me an invite, and then Dawn messaged me to let me know of the loots she had lugged home.
So, I was there, and I gamely pulled Evelyn with me into the conference room where the sale was held.
I tell you! If you wanna conquer a sale, do it ALONE!
Because… when we headed in….
…. Bare Escentuals counter.
Just so happened that on Tuesday, Siren recommended me this foundation set though it is pretty pricey but how it is good for the skin blarblarblar.
She also showed me this bottle of face mask she bought the very day we met up.
Then.
I saw the kit she brought up, AND the bottle of facemask.
Both at 50% of retail price.
So I quickly messaged her and she said it was a steal and asked me to grab for her. And when I hesitated to get one for myself, she said, “It is very good deal, should buy!”
And then. Bought.
I even bought 2 milk bath packs for Minibean, so she could enjoy her Jacuzzi the next time round with the special treat.
Then, just when I thought I was all done, I saw Evelyn already had a few items in her hands, I thought she would just browse since it was very last minute when I pulled her in, but she had bumped into her colleagues who introduced her this wrinkles filler which works wonders!
Then we both tried the products, and then I don’t know what was said, and then I got interested in the serum, and then I was just thinking of the serum, and then I was told must put moisturiser after serum, and then I said what if I don’t have moisturiser, and then Evelyn stared at me with widen-eyes as if I had said something blasphemous, and then the sales assistant gave me the same incredulous look of not using a moisturiser, and then I got scared, and then I added a bottle of moisturiser to the purchase. Okay lah, 70% off retail price and it did work quite well, quite smooth after that, and then….
… that’s how I succumb to peer pressure! Wahahaha.
Happily lugged our purchases out, and I attributed the “credit” of my spending to her, and she said with conviction “you know she doesn’t use moisturiser?! How can?!“, and she was so adorable when she said that with the look of horror on her face.
I last saw this reaction when I went diving and this male doctor almost screamed in horror when he realised I do not use sunblock at all.
Anyway.
I said I would influence her to buy bags. Then her boyfriend asked me to go see www.silversea.com.sg
Got friends like that, who needs recession?!
But she is superbly sweet and told me she will check on me at the end of the month to see if I stick to my chemical routine, and I am kinda hopeful that I might finally finish one bottle of moisturiser without waiting for it to dry itself up.
***
That night 6 of us went to watch 2012.
Very hungry very hungry very hungry. Stuffed down hotdogs and nachos and popcorns still hungry.
OH. MY. HOLYMAMA. MOOOMOOOOOOOO COW!
John Cusack.
It is no secret how much I am a fan of his since years ago I put him on my ultimate shag list.
He is so hot can?
Watched 2012 and however cliche it was, I did thoroughly enjoy the movie, though it was impossibly depressing.
Especially the part the father didn’t manage to say goodbye and it was too late.
And of course, Adam Lambert’s new song was a draw for me too!
Now, bring New Moon on already!
***
Weekend was pretty alright.
Watched many many many CSIs.
Never spend money.
Such a good girl.
Oh, Friday is a holiday?
Awesome.
It is the end of the year when I have to review the things I need to get, and possibly start the new year with things in place.
Top of the list should be either a locked drawer, or a safe.
The decision came after over the weekend, Minibean managed to ransack my drawers and found things that would make you and I blush.
She opened up a box and brought to me…
… “Mummy, what is that? What’s that!”
Uh, darling, that’s a massager. Uhm, yeap, a massager that goes brr brr… Sort of.
Which reminded me of a distant memory of me finding a palm-long white, innocent looking gadget in my mum’s drawer decades ago.
I remember it was in one of those clear plastic bag (you know, those when you buy curry puffs?), and I whipped it out and was utterly amused when it buzzed to life when I switched it on.
I now understand my mum’s harsh tone of “not playing with her massager” and then went on to place it behind my back, just behind my shoulder blade just to test it.
After being caught playing with it for a couple of times to massage my back, I could no longer find it in that same drawer.
It was only in recent years I piece one and one together and realised what it was.
Eeks.
But I realise that with its innocent colour and all, it did indeed look less suspicious than those they have these days, and probably more suited for a parent. Ahem.
And, being a real curious kid who knows how to find keys to drawers and all, the more you lock a drawer, the more it will pique their interests to find out what are the things you have gotta hide.
Maybe I do need a safe after all, so that all the kinky things can find a place, away from Minibean, and a mum who loves to pry.
I don’t know where this fatigue came from, but I have not slept earlier than 4am in the past one week.
Yes. Despite my previous post saying how early I should be sleeping, I still didn’t manage to do so.
What I had planned out for the weekend did not materialise, bummer.
And somehow there was some reading routine that was supposed to take place every Monday, but it seems like I have yet to complete it even though it is already Sunday. And it is a FIRST in years.
I am just pretty stoned out most of these days, and would often wake up to ask myself, in utter panic, what hadn’t been done, or more scaringly, what have I done?!
Still it had turned out to be pretty fun-filled weekend. And I feel an obligation to journal them, as I always feel so.
It is funny that throughout the week, there were instances I told myself, “Okay, I will do a short post on that,” and then, before I knew it, I lost track of the blog debts I incurred. Last I counted was, 7, in mere 3 days, and then I lost track.
I can’t remember how I was fighting sleep this morning, upon returning home just before dawn (by the time after showers, I saw the first glimpse of light sneaking in between the curtains), still managed to watch an episode of CSI, and played 2 games of Bejewelled (I believe it was my body adjusting to the usual weekend needs), before I headed to sleep.
I remember how tiring it was. Going to doze off, and then kept awake by the interruptions from nearby. It was kinda annoying. It is a Sunday, and I wish people are considerate enough to consider others’ tiredness, and not be soaked in pure, sheer, selfishness.
But I believe I was really tired that I finally dozed off, awoke to some screaming, and only to find it was dark when I finally opened my eyes.
Gosh, it was almost 8pm already?
Gosh, I am hungry.
Gosh, did I give my virgin french kiss (with a girl) away last night?
BAH!
I remember suddenly being self conscious and just messed up in utter embarrassment.
SHY!
Maybe, I DID need the alcohol.
***
The Saturday started innocently enough with plenty of house chores, with me scrubbing the toilet bowl, handwashing some dresses and garments, and putting the whites into the machine.
I don’t know how everything was done pretty soon with the little one following me around the entire noon, and it was then an afternoon of jigsaw puzzles, and Minibean finished this big piece of puzzle all by herself, without any help from Mummy.
I must say I am very, very impressed.
Pat her to put her to nap, before I was woken up in the midst of it, when she sat up and asked “Where is mummy? Mummy go where?” in a panic… when…. I WAS JUST LYING NEXT TO HER! And apparently she wasn’t the only one who didn’t see me on the bed. 
Duh. Was I invisible or something?!
It was in the evening when we woke up and got changed to head for a birthday dinner at Alexandra Road.
She happily allowed me to “leash” her, and it was perfect for her age right now as she gets excited and refused to be held on to, especially along pavements.
But she seems to adore “Bobo” enough to carry him and insisted that we should hold on to the leash.
Headed over to Bukit Timah for tea after a filling Japanese Buffet dinner, and discussed the upcoming cruise where the little one couldn’t stop getting excited over a potential elephant ride in Phuket.
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It took a bit of strategizing before I could snuck out for the later part of the night, as she was getting her shower.
Headed out to pick up Siren to pass her some of the goodies I had helped her purchase from a recent sale (more on that later!), and we were supposed to head to Altivo before the birthday called and we scrapped the plans.
We managed to head up to Orchard Central though, and couldn’t find anywhere to coffee.
Ended up at Central Soho, where we had a host, a drunk with nice pants (can’t be said about the underwear, ahem), and a bad sport who refused the forfeit at the end of it. Definitely hilarious. Possibly all rolled into one person.
I must admit the forfeit was kinda evil, but it was all in the good name of fun, and I had a good time laughing, and I am sure the rest did too after I was at the end of a lousy forfeit.
Which was essentially the trigger to a forfeit the chaps couldn’t fulfil.
Hmphf.
A dropped cup of Chivas.
I have nevers. I have never nots. 5.30am.
I have never french kissed a girl.
All drank except me.
And then it became a I have never not.
I had a hand on my left boob.
Giggles.
Okay.
Drinking games are evil.
And I don’t even drink.
They say I am boring company cos I don’t drink.
Nice evening out.
Nice pool, nice jacuzzi, with great city view. I remember the sunbed where I lie down beneath the sky, and remarked to myself how peaceful it felt.
It felt liberated enough to just strip and dive into the pool, which on hindsight, why didn’t I?!
Nothing beats when we gave the drunk a lift home, and dropped him at the feet of his block, I shook him a little to wake him up, to which he responded, “How much?”
I definitely hope he meant the taxi fare, and not thinking he was waking up in some sleazy, cheap hotel 81 room…..
I was very much looking forward to my dresses I got from BonitoChico, since I have heard quite a bit of reviews of their designs, and I did very much like what I saw.
After weeks of waiting for the backorder, finally received the package today, and it was a pleasant surprise because unlike other 2 blogshops I had purchased from, there was no indication of they were sending the pieces out, but I like the surprise when I suddenly found it in my mailbox after a long wait.
I was jokingly telling someone I have barely any patience for backorders, cos I had wanted to wear it to a function recently.
But it still pretty much reached me within the stated timeline given, so that’s a definite plus for it.
I first unwrapped it and really like the material of the top which was really comfortable and of good quality. The chiffon dress was a little thin but it looks pretty, and I was very much having high hopes for the satin toga dress.
I quickly headed home and did my laundry and took a bit of time to try them on, taking for granted all will be pretty much a great fit like it was with the other 2 blogshops. I requested for all 3 for the same size.
First, the white top.
It was great, of comfortable material and I really like the material that feels casual yet gives a formal look when required. Just what I need for work to go with the daily jeans.
And the back was pretty as well.
I tried it on and it is a very nice piece, but was a tad too loose for me so it looks very boxy on me, so perhaps I might need to tailor it a little.
Or just eat more and grow into it
So onto the next, was the navy blue chiffon dress.
When I first tried it on, I realised the band was little high for me, since I got a relatively longer body, so the band rests awkwardly higher.
Then, the saddest part that reminded me of my food intake was when I couldn’t zip up at the armpits, when I adjust it, I realise the dress is really pretty just that, I CAN’T FREAKING ZIP UP AT THE ARMPIT COS I AM TOO FAT. BOOHOOHOO.
But because it is backorder, and also in their terms and conditions they stated they will not do refunds or exchanges, so I thought I might want to sell it here, cos seriously, if I need to lose more weight to fit into it when I am thinking of putting a wee bit more weight to fit into the white top, then… I can’t possibly own 2 at the same time.
I so flat already also cannot zip up at boobies part, so if you are slimmer but have massive mammaries, please give this a miss.
Then.
Onto the last piece which I really liked, the toga dress.
Before I put it on, I tried to unzip the dress, but the zip was faulty and wouldn’t go beyond halfway.
So by now, I was quite disheartened and disappointed.
Nonetheless, one of the things I like about their dresses is that, the band is always slightly elastic, on the back.
And since it could open till halfway, I took my chance to try on the dress, which I manage to.
It was quite a good fit on top, but the real hell was when I was trying to get out of it due to the faulty zip.
I think I might have to bring to the tailor to replace the zip. But knowing how lazy I am, that would probably take a bit of time to materialise.
I like another piece from the blogshop, but I am not sure if I should risk the disappointment and try again?
Nice hor? I want to get, but then still contemplating. And from the picture, it looks like the cutting is good. Decisions, decisions. The problem is if I can’t change it, then I would be having more problems at hand like the blue one I don’t know how to get rid of, or have to go through the trouble with the zip alteration like the toga dress.
Another piece was the same piece and material to the red rose dress I got from Paperbagheads, so I am quite confident of the cutting, but not sure if I should be so indulgent to get the same dress in another colour.
Now I just hope my Victoria’s Secrets will fit well, or else my friends will know what they can expect for Christmas.
How anyone want to buy the blue dress off me? Or suggestions of what I can do with it, or alter it to fit my fat armpit(but too small how to alter)?
I am gonna sulk. Cos I didn’t get the therapy I needed from this dosage heh.
Half a week like that. GONE.
I don’t know howwhatwhenwhywho, this week like so concentrated that it can fit into Dynamo’s half bottle cap.
So. I didn’t manage to blog, or tweet much, but trust me, much things can be written about Monday. And Tuesday. And then Wednesday, but I am so overloaded that I can’t remember any of them.
Okay, fine, I remember I just too tired to remember.
And the aches all over just show that I am getting real old and unfit (hey, I found MY chin up bar from 13 or 14 years ago last night and you cannot imagine the sheer joy of it all), and yet the fatigue of these days make the aches just ignorable.
Blueblacks. Okay, stockings with dress then.
There were many not so pleasant things, but thankfully got other pleasant people whom I can rely on to make me feel all mushymushyemo grateful.
Like seriously lah! If people screw up my day, then it is just great that there are many wonderfooooooooool people out there to bring me to the other end of the spectrum.
Weekend gone. Many episodes of CSIs.
Poledancing. Slipped down cartoonly. More blueblacks. Alan Bok met me earlier and we chatted. Nice. Escorted to the class. Took a long walk. Got rude people. Such rudeness and aggressiveness and blatant lack of respect turns me off. Got parents teach also like that. No need show kindness anymore. Such a cold Monday that I was shivering in open air places and probably chilled all the cells within me to death. I was hoping supper will make it better, though it provided temporary solace of warmth, I found myself quickly bracing for the cold cos I could find myself chattering from within.
Event Day -1. Domino effect of shitty things. Bad day. Felt utter failurish and boohoohooo at work. NEEDS. TO. RELAX. Facial (explains the red marks) and zappety zap zap. Clarke Quay in the drizzle. Company of funny chaps. Got progressively better. I am strong like gorilla. We look 23? A thoughtfully wrapped steak. Talks of what they DID in China. Of what they can do in UK in March. He said he getting married, she said congrats, I said condolences. Probably no decent men. No hiring females. No kiss and tell. Probably wouldn’t take us seriously. But great honesty. Openness that leads to easy conversations. Ting likes.
Event came. More on that separately.
Hokay.
I need to get home early tonight. BEFORE midnight please.
I need to sleep early tonight. BEFORE 4am for once this week.
I need to do some blogging tonight.
I need to just get home, have a shower, throw myself onto bed and spread my arms and legs out and just let the aches overwhelm me as I hug my chowchow and yet I get too lazy and have no need to do anything about it.
