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…

Hot or not?

Fellow Xangans have been asking me to post pictures of Mom. I’m more than willing to oblige. I must add that Mom isn’t photogenic, so she looks much better in real life. So, what say you? Hot or not?

1987

1997 (Sorry about the lack of clarity – scanner konked out)

2005

Not too bad for a mother of 3 grown kids, aye?