Month: August 2013

Independence Day

Broke out my new baby for the weekend…my all Italian leather baby.

# – Legs crossed.

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Top from Nichii. Shorts from don’t know where. Shoes from Vincci. Bag from Prada.

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I knocked out on the sofa last night till 3pm today. Tidied up the house a bit and packed away our luggage bags.

Hubs helped by re-arranging our fridge magnets.

# – All in order.

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Then we had hokkien mee for dinner. Omg so goooooood!

# – Nomnoms.

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Now at home watching a kungfu movie set in ancient China made by RZA of Wu Tang Clan. Black guy speaking mandarin and Russel Crowe playing a sex perv with white guilt.

Yeappppppppp.

Interested? It is called Man with the Iron Fists.

Bak kut teh

Casual Friday!

# – Legs crossed.

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Top from Nichii. Jeans from Forever21. Sandals from Ipanema Gisele Bundchen. Bag from ri2k.

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Nothing much at work. Had bak kut teh for lunch which did a lot of good for my state of mind.

Hate not having anything to blog about. Do you want to hear about my interesting experience being stuck in yet another traffic jam?

Or how I veged out in front of the tv after work watching shitty shows? Or how I obssessively watched all the older VMA performances after the Miley Cyrus’ debacle?

Nope, didn’t think so.

Too busy to have a holiday withdrawal

And then we’re back to doing this in front of my permanently stained mirror that’s giving me a lot of grievances.

# – Trying to look perky.
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Dress from Nichii. Necklace from Bali. Shoes from Payless Shoes. Bag from ri2k.

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Did not sleep at all and went straight to work. Don’t normally shower in the morning but this time I did cause I had time. Blowdry my hair and all too.

Mad catching up with work. Didn’t even feel sad about not being on holiday anymore.

Then all it took was one traffic jam.

Made me feel like my existence was meaningless and useless. Like this is NOT how lives should be lived.

I should be looking at a snow-capped mountain from a picnic bench because that is what I wanted. Argh!

Luckily, my day was salvaged by vinegar pork trotter. I wonder the strength of good food sometimes. How much can it stop my mind from going full retard.

# – Fatty, lovely pig feet stewed in vinegar.
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Lets see how long I can do this.