Friday, December 28, 2007
{ 4:26 AM }
With a big hole in my purse and bank account, here I am at home, with the excuse of needing rest, which is partly true anyway.
So there passed the much anticipated Boxing Day sales. If I had to describe it in one word - merciless. It was an every woman for herself day. It was just havoc, all the pushing and shoving, it's like a school of fishes swimming upstream, you just can't help but be swept in the line of the crowd. The queue to the till and fitting rooms were for miles. It was so bad to the extent that girls just stood in front of the mirror and started stripping to jump the queues.
All the bad aside, I loved my buys. Burberry for dad, Swarovski for the little sis, crystals & amber from Italy for mum and a package arriving soon for myself. Then, there are the small random things that I look back and wondered what I was thinking when I bought them and that the money should have gone to a new FCUK top or MNG coat.
Thanks to mum and dad for financing this excursion. *giggles* I'm happy.
Pictures of the trip, boxing day buys and NYE next post. Can't be bothered to sort out pictures now.
With a big hole in my purse and bank account, here I am at home, with the excuse of needing rest, which is partly true anyway.
So there passed the much anticipated Boxing Day sales. If I had to describe it in one word - merciless. It was an every woman for herself day. It was just havoc, all the pushing and shoving, it's like a school of fishes swimming upstream, you just can't help but be swept in the line of the crowd. The queue to the till and fitting rooms were for miles. It was so bad to the extent that girls just stood in front of the mirror and started stripping to jump the queues.
All the bad aside, I loved my buys. Burberry for dad, Swarovski for the little sis, crystals & amber from Italy for mum and a package arriving soon for myself. Then, there are the small random things that I look back and wondered what I was thinking when I bought them and that the money should have gone to a new FCUK top or MNG coat.
Thanks to mum and dad for financing this excursion. *giggles* I'm happy.
Pictures of the trip, boxing day buys and NYE next post. Can't be bothered to sort out pictures now.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
{ 2:38 PM }
Before anything, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.
Rome, Venice and Prague have been heavenly. Except for the coldness of the bitter air, everything else has been perfect. The company, the sightseeing, the historical insight, the food (to some extent) and the hotels have all wonderfully fallen into place.
After a much needed silent Christmas Day break, London is up and buzzing on Boxing Day. We started as strategically as possible, from Dorothy Perkins to Selfridges to FCUK to AX to Burberry. In the end we gave up our strategy and just took whatever shop we could by storm. The list of shops, it is endless, how unfortunate for my purse though. I loved it, the craziness, the shoving people, the honking vehicles, the emergency sirens, the buzz of it all. I love it!
Pictures are abundant. All on facebook though, I've yet to have access to my own computer to upload them on my facebook.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year everyone.
Before anything, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.
Rome, Venice and Prague have been heavenly. Except for the coldness of the bitter air, everything else has been perfect. The company, the sightseeing, the historical insight, the food (to some extent) and the hotels have all wonderfully fallen into place.
After a much needed silent Christmas Day break, London is up and buzzing on Boxing Day. We started as strategically as possible, from Dorothy Perkins to Selfridges to FCUK to AX to Burberry. In the end we gave up our strategy and just took whatever shop we could by storm. The list of shops, it is endless, how unfortunate for my purse though. I loved it, the craziness, the shoving people, the honking vehicles, the emergency sirens, the buzz of it all. I love it!
Pictures are abundant. All on facebook though, I've yet to have access to my own computer to upload them on my facebook.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year everyone.
Monday, December 10, 2007
{ 3:14 PM }
It's been 7years now. That's 84 months, 2,555 days, 61,320 hours. Didn't really realise that, did you?
I'm pretty self centered, I feel. To think that I hold all the cards, that I carry the heavy burden, that I play the puppet master's role, that I decide fates and that I break hearts. I, I, I...
But when I stop myself for a moment to think of the others. I feel for them because they feel that I hold all the answers, that I am the answer. Here I go again, being all self centered.
I hate speaking in codes. I hate having to find a way to divert, to tease the minds of those who do read. To be all ambiguous and vague about who or what I'm talking about, and bear in mind there almost always is a who and what.
I hate losing, be it a game, a match, an argument, a person and I especially hate being a disappointment. But I think some things are just inevitable.
I guess what I want to say here tonight, because none of my friends would really know the depth of what I'm trying to profess, is that it's been 7 years and all I know that right now, this very living, breathing moment you mean the world... to me.
And I am very, very thankful.
So, this one's for you.
It's been 7years now. That's 84 months, 2,555 days, 61,320 hours. Didn't really realise that, did you?
I'm pretty self centered, I feel. To think that I hold all the cards, that I carry the heavy burden, that I play the puppet master's role, that I decide fates and that I break hearts. I, I, I...
But when I stop myself for a moment to think of the others. I feel for them because they feel that I hold all the answers, that I am the answer. Here I go again, being all self centered.
I hate speaking in codes. I hate having to find a way to divert, to tease the minds of those who do read. To be all ambiguous and vague about who or what I'm talking about, and bear in mind there almost always is a who and what.
I hate losing, be it a game, a match, an argument, a person and I especially hate being a disappointment. But I think some things are just inevitable.
I guess what I want to say here tonight, because none of my friends would really know the depth of what I'm trying to profess, is that it's been 7 years and all I know that right now, this very living, breathing moment you mean the world... to me.
And I am very, very thankful.
So, this one's for you.
Friday, December 07, 2007
{ 6:14 PM }
I've always wondered how it'll feel like to be able to think with your penis (sorry guys!). Hence, the constant prying and interrogation of my male friends.
Boxers or briefs, breasts or bottoms, why do you always give vague answers, do you think she's hot, really? her nose is a bit funny don't you think, if only she were taller/thinner/blonder...
If it's one thing I've learned from my circle of male companions, it's that they speak their mind (sometimes without thinking twice) and are extremely straightforward. Something, us females, tend to be very poor at. So, yes, more probing and digging for answers to get into their heads, psychoanalytical bull.
We're so open and honest to the most random questions to the extent that I've been called 'one of the guys'. Gee, thanks a lot! Compliment? To some weird extent, yes. But I am still a woman, you know.. curvy, complicated emotional, comes with a brain *grin*
I love it that I feel as comfortable around them as I am with the girls. So 'one of the guys' I may be BUT still a woman. So much for wanting to get into their heads.
So this one's for the guys. For late hour cho tai ti games, adventurous instant noodle trials, for 'cock talking' sessions, for security, love and companionship,for patiently waiting in the cold for me to be ready, for allowing me to unload and for accepting me the way I am.. complicated, temperamental and all.
I've always wondered how it'll feel like to be able to think with your penis (sorry guys!). Hence, the constant prying and interrogation of my male friends.
Boxers or briefs, breasts or bottoms, why do you always give vague answers, do you think she's hot, really? her nose is a bit funny don't you think, if only she were taller/thinner/blonder...
If it's one thing I've learned from my circle of male companions, it's that they speak their mind (sometimes without thinking twice) and are extremely straightforward. Something, us females, tend to be very poor at. So, yes, more probing and digging for answers to get into their heads, psychoanalytical bull.
We're so open and honest to the most random questions to the extent that I've been called 'one of the guys'. Gee, thanks a lot! Compliment? To some weird extent, yes. But I am still a woman, you know.. curvy, complicated emotional, comes with a brain *grin*
I love it that I feel as comfortable around them as I am with the girls. So 'one of the guys' I may be BUT still a woman. So much for wanting to get into their heads.
So this one's for the guys. For late hour cho tai ti games, adventurous instant noodle trials, for 'cock talking' sessions, for security, love and companionship,for patiently waiting in the cold for me to be ready, for allowing me to unload and for accepting me the way I am.. complicated, temperamental and all.
Monday, December 03, 2007
{ 6:33 AM }
Why does it not feel like Christmas? It's December. And I say this at the end of every year, damn did the year whiz by.
So we got back from Nottingham two days ago and I still feel like a grandma, just a case of aching bones and muscles. Netball was good, didn't make it all that far but we all had tons of fun. Now that there are no more practices and games to concentrate on, I need to focus all that energy somewhere else. My head is screaming for me to finish my work but my perseverance levels are just not quite there yet. Reality is sinking in though.
The term's about to end. Next week to be exact. That's when I need to get all my work done by so I can fully enjoy my holiday. Going to Rome, Venice and Prague if you don't already know. Then there's Boxing Day Sales. Heaven have mercy on my purse.
Aside from that, tons of people are either already or will be back home in Brunei. I envy you!
I'm trying to channel all my energy into reading Foundations of European Union Law. I must, I must, I must...
Why does it not feel like Christmas? It's December. And I say this at the end of every year, damn did the year whiz by.
So we got back from Nottingham two days ago and I still feel like a grandma, just a case of aching bones and muscles. Netball was good, didn't make it all that far but we all had tons of fun. Now that there are no more practices and games to concentrate on, I need to focus all that energy somewhere else. My head is screaming for me to finish my work but my perseverance levels are just not quite there yet. Reality is sinking in though.
The term's about to end. Next week to be exact. That's when I need to get all my work done by so I can fully enjoy my holiday. Going to Rome, Venice and Prague if you don't already know. Then there's Boxing Day Sales. Heaven have mercy on my purse.
Aside from that, tons of people are either already or will be back home in Brunei. I envy you!
I'm trying to channel all my energy into reading Foundations of European Union Law. I must, I must, I must...