Month: February 2005

Shopping log and misestimation.

Haven’t done much lately except for shopping, shopping and shopping. That kind of left me with nothing to talk about except my acquired goodies. I had of loads fun photoshopping my parquet floor….now they look better than some unbelievably tacky wedding photo backdrops (at least I think so).

Here’s a rundown of what I’ve bought for Chinese New Year.


Traditional top & peach pedal pusher.




Tiger top & ripped skirt.




Maroon keyhole top & old jeans.




Rip-off vintage-ish Mickey top (check out the the real McCoy) & sequinned denim skirt.




Embroidered top and tie-dyed skirt.

By the way, have you noticed? There’s a subliminal message somewhere. Look intently…concentrate. Found it yet? No? Answer’s at the end of this post.

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Cornflake nibbles have gone horribly wrong. It’s sickeningly sweet. My bad. I was the one who asked Mom to pour the whole freakin’ bucket of honey into the mixture (the last time she made them was 20+ years ago so she has forgotten ratio ). Tried to amend with flour but to no avail.

And the worst thing is, we have 5 jars of them…

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The subliminal message is…

My poonani smells like flower.

For the sake of updating.

My diet plan seemed to be approaching a dead-end, until yesterday…when I found myself down with a mild case of food poisoning. Feel like puking at the sight of food and too lethargic to grab any.The awesomeness! Hehehehe.

Bought a rip-off vintage Mickey top at a steal. Mom bought a lime green handbag (now I’ve got excuse to get a new pair of heels, in lime green of course). The happiness.

My hair’s bugging me. Too long already…putting on bra is becoming a nuisance. Hair tasting my food isn’t even funny anymore. Going to give it a trim – Mom’s doing it. She ain’t using a nail clipper.

Tomorrow’s baking day. Planning to make cornflake nibbles. Thank goodness I’m sick otherwise I’d definitely nick the sweets. I mean…who could resist the gooey concoction of honey and cornflakes (unless you’re sick)? Then again, who knows…

My college is getting on my nerve. The website’s forever down. I can’t find out the actual date of semester’s commencement. They haven’t mailed my results yet and I’m dying to know my accountings grade (I have a 50/50 chance of fucking it up, hence the anxiety).

Recently, I found myself being asked questions along the line of “What do you want to do after college?”. Honestly speaking, I really don’t know. I can’t see myself at a desk job. Neither could I see myself running around like chickens (no pun intended) slaving for somebody else. At times, I regret not putting my science background to good use when I had the opportunity to. Yeah, I am full of myself and I do think I have bigger potential than doing marketing gig for 5 years and then graduate to a quasi “manager” for the rest of my life. Gawd, the mere thought scares me.

Unfortunately, when laziness creeps upon me, I aspire to become a cabin crew, given I manage to lose the pesky 5 kilos – which I’m rather suspicious of the success rate. I harbour so many secret ambitions, that I can’t mention lest I turn scarlet and die of embarrassment.

If not for my hedonistic tendency, sigh…