Monday, December 26
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It's been a long time since I last updated-- been busy with work now that it's the hols, projects now that it's the hols and shopping now that it's the hols.
As quoted from my mother, "Christmas has been shortened to X'mas, whereby Christ has been removed from the title when Christmas is supposed to be a celebration of Christ's birth. Now, the remaining mas stands for Many Go Shopping"
Which is exactly what I have been doing. I spent about a hundred odd on presents for the family and the boyfriend. And here's where my money's been going.
- Mango Sale --> SGD 101.00
- Shoes --> SGD 42.50
And the rest of my money I've forgotten where I've spent it at -- must be all the shopping I did for the loved ones. Christmas is the time for... giving? sharing? My mum got me cute lil girl boxers and a fluffy bin for decoration purposes-- why do people love giving me underwear? Last year Kelly gave me a black G-string for my birthday. My dad got me a book that looks so tempting to read. Mr M gave me a Christmas dinner and a beautiful Love cup from StarBucks that I use to store pens now. My sisters didn't get anything because they're too broke.
So anyway, I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day working, so not much to update about.
But Mr M and I celebrated Christmas and our 8th monthniversary wayyyy before hand-- on the 22nd of December.
We went to town and did some last minute shopping--whereby he bought presents for my whole family! Such a sweet gesture.
And then he kept making me laugh as we walked to Clarke Quay for our pre-reserved table at Hot Stones.
that is the serviette with the shadow of the dollie of some basket of bread
and this is our appetiser! which, does not look like an appetiser but we shared. There was crab cake, mushroom pastry, salad, prawn naan (which isn't what its called la, but that's what it tasted like) AND buffalo wings.
and THIS is our main course which we shared too! As the restaurant's name suggests, it arrived upon our table in full-blown RAWness on a hot plate, whereby we had to cook it. 100g of chicken breast, 100g of lamb chops and 100g of tenderloin. And it came with 3 different sauces-- wasabi, ...black pepper and I think brown mushroom sauce.
I cooked my meat medium rare while Mr M did his well done. He has a sensitive stomach and does not take much half-cooked stuff while I relish the blood on my plate.
At this point of time (after our main course), Mr M told me to put on a seductive voice and try to seduce the waiter while ordering our dessert.
I rolled my eyes and didn't do it.
our dessert. Apple crumble with vanilla ice cream and some caramel sauce dribbled on it.
Immediately after our dinner, Mr M ran to the toilet and had diarrhoea.
Must be the ban mian in the afternoon.
And finally, back to present day, it is going to be my birthday in less than 6 days.
Oh myyy. Traditionally, I should make a birthday wishlist, which I shall do now. I do not specifically need anything... but here goes. The materialism.
- A diamond ring, preferrably a Destinee or something princess/square-cut for wearing for fun (leave the 3 carat Tiffany or Cartier ring for the engagement)
- Coloured contacts to wear for fun, any colour suits me (except er, red or white. I shall refuse to adorn them at all costs) because its been tried and tested. Degree: 550
- A bag that is roomy and unique in some way
- One can never get enough of Shoes. Size 7
- A Triumph Maximiser (i should use some of their products after joining their competition)
- A digital camera which I can use at my own expense
- A wireless home network (which my mum refuses to get because she got it once and it kept getting disconnected)
- A full make up brush set from MAC
I don't really need all the above...just listing for the fun of it.
What I would really appreciate is...personalised gifts, not something grabbed off the shelf out of conveniency.
I always have to wait extremely long for my birthday to arrive.
When I was 15, I watched all my friends turn 16, as I waited (not so impatiently) for my own Sweet Sixteen.
When I was 16, I breezed through a new phase in my life where I had a new class and relished being the youngest, but still waiting for Sensible Seventeen.
When I am 17, I clubbed, watched M18 and R21 movies, got myself a favourite alcoholic drink and am still waiting very impatiently for the day that I turn Legal Eighteen. The day when friends' ICs are no longer the key to my entry to the hottest new club in town (MOS is a total breathtaker by the way and I didn't even need an IC).
31st December is THE day. Not only for me, but for a lot of other people. They might have a countdown party to attend at Sentosa, Expo or wherever; a relative to visit to celebrate the new year; resolutions to rush out (sticking to them is another matter); a quiet celebration with the family; the final day to repay ALL debts because owing money over the new year is considered bad luck...
And it is my birthday. So it is special to me.
BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO ON THAT DAY.
Clubbing? NAH. I have the rest of my life and am wise enough not to squeeze with hundreds of other sweaty gyrating bodies on this fateful day.
DINNER? I have a pre-birthday lunch with the chums from class on Tuesday at Sizzler's. And a pre-birthday dinner with the girls from secondary school on Thursday at NYDC. And family might be on the 31st ...
God. And now Mr M is throwing a tantrum in the room because I am still blogging after so long. Men. Really, the kid in them rears the ugly head sometimes. And at others, its really cute.
the angels they burn inside for us|3:21:00 AM|
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Thursday, December 22
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Today, I have experienced a lot of weird things.
1.
I have accumulated a total of 1004 SMS in my phone's inbox since god-knows-when. So today, I decided to have a mass delete of all of them.
I didn't even bother to scroll through them. I 'marked all' and hit the delete button.
The moment I hit the delete button, I was walking to the bus stop on the way to school.
I timed the time it would take my already laggy phone to delete 1004 SMS.
I waited for the bus; I boarded the bus; the bus took me to school...
16minutes and 58 seconds
That was how long it took.
2.
This morning, after Mr M went for rugby training, I went back to sleep.
And I dreamt. I dreamt the weirdest dream.
In my dream, I was working (as a waitress in my current workplace). Somehow, the tables and chairs were in the exact same format as in the restaurant I work at, but just that this time, it was at my void deck.
And just like how my workplace often has a lot of functions, in my dream, it was a function I was serving at-- a circus function.
The function organiser brought his animals that performed at the circus, namely an elephant, a tiger, a monkey and a zebra and some other small animals that I can't recall.
So he said, "Before the function starts, can I allow my animals to take a swim?"
And suddenly, the left part of the 'restaurant' (which was set in my VOID DECK of all places) turned into the sea! And to the left of my void deck is actually a slope that is a road for cars to turn into the carpark.
That means the road turned into the sea.
And the function organiser, a cheerful man, began letting his animals into the sea. For a swim.
The elephant entered the sea first, then the tiger and then the monkey and zebra (which seemed to swim together) and then the other small animals which I can't recall.
And suddenly, before the animals could even swim a few strokes, the sea turned angry and began washing up HUGE waves...
almost like a tsunami.
And the waves hit the customers in the 'restaurant' who all tried to run away but got caught up in the storm of waves; the waves overturned the function's buffet table and all chairs and plates.
And I think I was sobbing in my dream at this point.
Suddenly, my family appears! My mother is wearing her spectacles and looks like she just woke up. My dad (I cannot see what he is wearing, his body is a blur) and my sister (the youngest one) all came and said, "Maxine! Where is Araxes? (my younger sister)"
"I don't know!" I sobbed. "She went out with her friends what,"
My mum said, "Call her!"
So we tried to call her, but she did not answer her phone!
Frustrated, my mother said, "This girl ah... why didn't she answer???"
People were running amok around us, but somehow the water did not engulf us although we were ankle-deep. Some people had lost their clothes and were running around naked. I saw the elephant floating around in the near distance.
Finally, Araxes answered her phone.
And my mother began scolding her on the phone (which is very unlikely because my mother will not waste time in scolding in an emergency).
And that was when I woke up. One glance at my clock left me more frustrated-- because it was time to wake up and go to school for project meeting although it is the holidays.
I touched my eyes but they were dry.
3.
The fact that I am blogging about all the weird things especially my dream. I can remember it so vividly in detail. Somehow I feel that my mind is trying to tell me something. But sadly, I do not have a dream interpretor on hand.
Does anyone know how to decipher dreams? If so, please let me know.
the angels they burn inside for us|2:22:00 AM|
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Friday, December 16
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Once upon a time, I read this magazine article (i can't remember from which magazine) about girls/women who are actually like examiners-- testing the guy on every single thing he does.
If my memory serves me correctly, girls/women will reward brownie points to the guy whenever he does something pleasing to her-- but she can easily remove the brownie points too.
And all the deducting and adding is all mentally.
So say the girl and the guy are on a date, and it is just a simple one, like watching a movie and dinner.
Everything starts from the first minute they meet. For example, if the guy is late, MINUS a lot of points. However if he is late but arrives with a little something for the girl and an apology, PLUS maybe 2 points.
And if the guy walks in step with the girl, PLUS points.
If he holds open doors, PLUS points.
If he lets the door slam in her face or steps on her foot, MINUS points.
While buying tickets, if he pays, PLUS points. (if the girl feels dignified she might offer to pay for popcorn; if he insists that he pays, its either PLUS or MINUS depending on the type of girl)
If he insists on watching HIS type of movie, MINUS points.
If he asks her what movie she wants to watch and goes with her choice, PLUS points.
If he asks her what movie she wants to watch (plus points) but says, "why don't we watch (his choice) instead?" MINUS more points than rewarded.
If he walks ahead of her in the dark cinema and looks for the seat, PLUS points.
If he walks ahead of her, found the seat and sits immediately, MINUS points
If he lets her choose which seat she wants, PLUS points.
If he doesn't silent his handphone, MINUS points.
If he talks loudly, MINUS points.
If he keeps asking questions during the movie, MINUS points.
After the movie if he gets up immediately and goes off, MINUS points.
If he asks her whether she wants to go, PLUS points.
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I hope my point is taken.
I didn't believe the article at first, because I read it while I was single and didn't care much about the guys I dated. But recently I found myself doing it!
The plus and minus mental thing was going on in my head even without my realisation until I found that I was thinking, "so is he gonna do this, or do that? Let's see..."
And yes, that points meter was running up and down in my head.
Let me describe my most recent date. IT was a shopping date.
Before that, let me share a point. The point is, going shopping with the guy is a VERY GOOD WAY of testing him, his patience and basically, everything. If a girl cannot even go shopping with the guy...
too bad.
I shall not go there, but yes, shopping is a very good way of telling if the boyfriend is indeed willing to sacrifice for you or not. If the guy is willing to go shopping with the girl, take it as a test. If he is willing to go shopping during a huge sale (like Mango), take it as the MAJOR EXAM.
So, I put MY boyfriend through a MAJOR EXAM. Without his consent, of course. In fact, I didn't even realise the point meter was running in my head until I arrived home with the shopping bags.
Kelly and Khairiyah arranged to meet at 10am in the morning for the sale. I was late by 3 hours, arriving there at 1pm instead. This was because I was too tired to wake up. And by that time, they had already finished shopping so the only person left to go with me was Mr M.
He said, "Har? Want me to go into Mango? A lot of girls leh!"(-3 points)
I said, "Oh. Then you want me to shop by myself? Never mind lor, then you wait outside for me bah. HAR but I don't want to shop by myself!"
He said, "Kelly and Khairiyah leh?"
I said, "They finish shopping already,"
He said, "Oh, then I go in with you lor," (+2 points)
At the 7-11 downstairs my house before setting off for town...
Mr M bought this tube of strawberry chocolates.
He said, "Can put inside your bag?"
I said, "See got space or not, let me try," and I tried to put it in. The tube of chocolates fit into my handbag. Mind me, that tube was about 25 cm long and 6 cm thick.
On the bus...
Mr M took out the tube of chocolates and began munching it. He would pour out 4 chocolates at each time, then close the tube and try to stuff the tube in my bag.
He did it about 3 times before I said, "Stop taking it out and putting it in can or not??"
(-6 points) because I was irritated.
But i decided not to be so mean so I said, "Just give it to me I'll hold it for you,"
And after that he fed me the chocolates although I didn't want them but it was quite nice. (+3 points) and he made me laugh (+3 points).
But he kept skipping the songs on my ipod and I couldn't hear the songs propoerly (-4 points).
While walking to Takashimaya...
I was so excited that I was getting so near my location that I was giggling and being overly talkative by saying, "Ohmygod I'm nearing it I'm nearing the sale! Can you smell it?? It's such a nice smell! Just imagine the number of clothes at half price ohmygoddd aren't you excited for me???" and proceeded to pull him by the arm and all he did was smile (+7 points).
I was so excited that I didn't see Khairiyah and Kelly standing in front of me until they called my name and accused me of not seeing them.
And after a short brief conversation during which Khairiyah ate some of Mr M's chocolates (+1 point because he just smiled) I hurried along my way, pulling MR M by his arm along with me and chirping excitedly and he just said, "Aiyo... I thought you wanted to save money?" and to which I replied, "Yah but it's a sale!"
Anyway, +2 points for reminding me gently of saving money but not nagging.
At the arrival of Mango...
I said, "Oh my look at the crowd!"
and Mr M said, "So many girls! I'm so pai seh,"
and at this moment a guy walked in and MR M immediately said, "Oh but I saw a guy walk in. Ok let's go," (+5 points for being enthusiastic!)
So I went in and he followed me around. There were clothes strewn everywhere like a market and Mr M said, "wah should film this down man. Look at the situation; look how women shop," (+5 points for trying to pull a joke instead of following me around listlessly)
And he helped me carry my bag (+3 points).
He even sourced out pants and jeans and tops for me and said, "I think this is nice," (+5 points) and gave his opinion while I tried it on.
And he even encouraged me to go look in the mirror (which had a reflection crowded with about 3 to 4 women) while he waited. (+6 points because he is a very shy person but he does not mind standing there amongst chaos waiting for me)
AND he even helped look for my size! (+5 points)
And as I threw top after top into his arms, he didn't complain ("Wah you really buying so many??" +3 points) until 45 mins later (-5 points).
I had bull dozed through all the women and looked through almost every rack in the shop already. And Mr M was complaining (finally) of the heat (which I also felt) and we were both sniffing tremendously due to the amount of dust that the clothes generated.
However, he also complained that his arm was getting painful from carrying all the clothes (-5 points). So I said I'd take it then. But as I was still trying on some clothes, it is very hard to hold clothes with one hand while I get the other hand through the armhole and then transfer the clothes the the hand already through the armhole and put the other hand through the other arm hole.
And he just stood there and watched (-5 points) until I finally successfully worn the first shirt (i think my womanly antics are surfacing by performing such a feat) and he said, "I hold your bag for you lah," (-2 points, because I was still holding the clothes!)
And finally, he helped me hold everything again (+2 points) while I tried on every piece in order to sieve out the pieces I didn't want.
And I finally paid up.
At the counter, he helped me nick the big mango bag because the cashiers only gave me two small ones and I wanted the big one (+3 points).
And he helped me carry my shopping (+2 points) until I offered to carry it AND HE GAVE IT TO ME! (-2 points)
BUt I was happy after the whole mango shopping and his attitude so I mentally awarded him another 5 points.
ANd then I was supposed to go back to school to do a project but he didn't want to come with me and gave me a rather black face (-2 points) so I told the group to give me work to do and accompanied him (which I'd rather do as well cuz its so troublesome to go back to school cuz after that I'd have to go to Clarke Quay again!)
And so we shopped around... he kept stepping on my foot (- 5 points) but then I kept stepping on his too I don't know why.
We went to shops like Guess?, Levi's, Armani Exchange, TopShop/Man, Quiksilver, FCUK, Polo Ralph Lauren, Calvin Klein Jeans and Zara...and there were women and men clothing lines. He accompanied me to the ladies' apparels and each and every shop (+8 points) and I found this really really nice formal wear top in Zara!!!!
It has black and silver stripes.
It has a ribbon at the back.
*screams*
I didn't get it.
So I felt obligated to accompany him to look at his jeans and tops...and of course gave him my opinion.
We ate some ice cream with the brand starting with V at the Tangs basement-- he ate Rum & Raisin and I had something called Giandua or something can't remember the name. And he insisted on paying (+2 points).
We went to Mos Burger for tea because we hadn't eaten lunch after that, and he asked me if I wanted side orders because hthe portion is very small and so I said I wanted my favourite mussels and he said do I want 15?? And I said no no 5 will do. And he also ordered nuggets along with our Teriyaki Chicken burgers. (+4 points because I like him to eat alot)
Along the way, this girl stopped me and asked, "Hi, I'm looking for models and acting talents-- would you be interested??" but I was busy laughing and having fun with MR M that I just laughed her off and said, "No thanks,".
And after that, another guy stopped Mr M and asked something along the same lines and Mr M just said, "No thanks,"
And I teased him. I went, "Oh my god that guy was talent scouting you!!? Wahahaha model wor... See I told you you can become a model..Wahahaha someone has a nice bod leh... *raps on his chest which seems to be getting bigger and harder with all that rugby training* shuai ge hor..."
And I laughed my head off for the next 300 metres.
And his ears turned RED!!
THAT IS SO CUTE!! (+10 points)
And after I sobered up, I asked, "first time ah?"
And he said, "Yeah, apart from that time when my auntie asked me to go be a model,"
So modest.
I am trying not to laugh when I think of his shy face and red ears. SO CUTE.........!!!
And then we shopped around some more, until he suddenly said, "Where's that shop whereby you said you saw the DKNY watch that you like??"
I said, "oh it's over at Wisma,"
He said, "Why you didn't show me when we walked past just now??"
I said, "I did what, but you didn't want to go in mah,"
And he said, "Oh.. I didn't know mah,"
So he went to look for the shop and finally I showed him the watch that I like. It is gold leather with a vintagey looking gold frame around the face with gold crystals inside.
And he asked me if I wanted to try it. And it was like he wanted to buy it for me so I said no.
And by this time it was already 9 plus and we had to go home for dinner!
On the bus, he kept making me laugh. (+10 points)
And his strong arms around my shoulders made me feel comforted and safe. (+4 points because he suddenly put them around me)
And I kept poking what Margaret Lee would call "man breasts" but I just call chest, and it felt so defined!! And then I lay on it. Best pillow ever.
And he didn't squirm(+3 points).
And we arrived home safely and tired out.
All in all, the score for him is positive because I had a super happy fun time!
And I realise that the score board is growing in my head.
the angels they burn inside for us|2:25:00 PM|
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Sunday, December 11
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Hi, I am Junior Major, dog of Maxine.
It was kind of difficult for me to log in and blog about my thoughts for a very long time, and that is why I have not made significant appearances in Maxine's blog ever since...half a year ago??
This mistress of mine, she is so totally busy. If it's not school, it's work, if it's not work, it's that dreaded boyfriend of hers (who I always manage to sneer at with my big eyes whenever he's around) who always takes up my quality time with Maxine!
The reason why I got this pristine chance to blog once again, is because she left the computer switched on all through the night while she charged her mini ipod (which might be the cause of her partial deafness-- which she calls selective hearing).
Anyway, on to more important things--such as myself--like my birthday, which has just passed.
The 5th of December 2005 marks my 3rd birthday of a doggy life on Earth.
I am a December baby, just like Maxine. I feel so sad for her. She's barely 18 and I'm already 21!
1 doggy year = 7 human years
Therefore,
3 doggy years = 21 human years
Therefore,
I am theoretically older than my mistress, who shall turn 18 on 31st December 2005.
On 4th December 2005, my busy mistress whispered to me as she tucked me into the foot of her bed where I lay cuddled, "Junior darling, tomorrow is your birthday! Aren't you excited? I'll buy you a lovely cake with 3 candles on it yaaaaa??" and proceeded to kiss my head.
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At the stroke of 12 midnight, the crazy mistress pounced on me again and jolted me out of a very doggy dream with slabs of Caeser pie and chirped in my ear,
"Happy Birthday Junior!!!"
and took my right paw in her right hand and shook it vigorously.
I blinked at her with wet, sleepy eyes and she still could not get my hint.
On my birthday Monday, my mistress came back early (a huge surprise) from school and kissed me all over-- on my head, my cheeks, my nose and she even gave me a back rub and a tummy rub!
Luckily, she forgot all about dressing me up in the red chinese robes that she bought for me from Thailand.
In the evening, my mistress brought me to the coffeeshop for dinner! I got to sit on the human chair next to her and get fed sweet and sour pork and some bits of rice. I sat like a good boy on the chair, eager to show my good behaviour so that I'd get fed more.
The sweet and sour pork tasted even better than bacon!
Half way during the dinner, I looked at Maxine and decided that I loved her so much that I couldn't bear not being with her so I climbed onto her lap and sat there while she ate her dinner (minus the rice which I salivated to have) and she fed me MORE sweet and sour pork!
And MAxine's mother asked, "How come only Junior gets to come down? Where're the other two dogs?"
And Maxine replied, "Cuz it's Junior's birthday,"
Oh I felt SO special!
And after that, Maxine brought me to the cake shop and after careful deliberation about my diet and how chocolate cakes would poison me, she decided to buy a simple pandan cake, instead of the normal butter cakes that I'd been having for the past two years.
And we went home. I was so gay and ecstatic that I ran as fast as my little legs would take me.
And when I reached home, to the envy of the other two dogs, our owners announced that we would be going for a walk!
Yet another walk for me.
Three walks (i had one in the morning) and a fantastic dinner in a day is simply spoiling me. But I love to be pampered and Maxine does just that.
So I went for yet another walk where I was bursting with loads of energy and even outraced Cracker to our door step! Which I do everytime, of course.
At home, I had my normal dinner of chicken rice (which was relatively ok to the sweet and sour pork). And then Maxine presented me with my birthday cake!
I was feeling shy, because the whole family was present and I had to sit at the head of the dining table! Claudia had to catch me twice because I couldn't bear everyone looking at me so I jumped off the chair.
In the end, Maxine sat with me at the head of the table and I felt better.
from left to right: Cracker, Maxine & I, and because Peipei is too short, Maxine's dad had to carry her up so that she could be photographed
And so, the whole family sang a hearty rendition of Happy Birthday to Junior in both English and Chinese.
After which, my doggy snout could not blow out candles so Maxine did it for me in a fit of giggles. She's just so proud that her lil doggy is now 21 and can watch R21 movies!
Cracker looks longingly at the cake; almost salivating
And I made a tiny wish in my tiny head:
I WISH FOR A MORE VARIED MENU FOR MY DINNER INSTEAD OF JUST CHICKEN RICE EVERYDAY (OR SOMETIMES CAESER RICE).
CAN I HAVE SWEET AND SOUR PORK SOMETIMES? LIKE, FIVE TIMES A WEEK?
Maxine's mum cut up the pandan cake for us and I gobbled up the first slice put in front of me.
AND when Maxine was not looking, I ate hers as well.
that is my unscrupulous face
And Maxine says she has a prezzie for me, but it is not ready yet. I wonder what it is... ... *a one year supply of sweet and sour pork??*
After guzzling down three servings of pandan cake, there was none left. I ate Peipei's share (because she has weird taste and eats cockroaches as a snack) and half of Maxine's, as well as my own and the remainder of the cake.
I AM a growing boy!
i am eyeing the remainder of the cake
And yes, that is all about my 3rd ever birthday of my doggy life on planet Earth. Maxine is coming to surf the Internet soon although she is supposed to be studying about Public Relations, but everyone knows how that sucks.
A mean doggy stare before I log off with not much love,
Junior Major Ang.
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Wednesday, December 7
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I am in the school computer lab, high up on level 5... doing what I find I am addicted to.
Shopping online.
I cannot-- simply cannot-- go on about how much my fingers itch to enter those online shopping portals, with their pretty purple and white web pages everytime I switch on the computer. Everytime. Ever since after I was insanely happy when I received my first ever brown package in the mail-- containing two flirty lil mini skirts.
Last month, I bought four tops from Future State plus the two skirts from estrellashopping.com and four pairs of underwear (3 G-strings and 1 pair of girl boxers). And Mr M bought me a watch that I swooned over.
Last Sunday, I bought one pair of golden strappy sandals with diamante, one spaghetti top and two pairs of G-strings from British India's affiliate Wh... and I almost bought a bag. Just that it couldnt fit A4, so I found it of no point.
Kelly says I'm a spendthrift. But I'm not! If I am one, I would have bought that bag regardless of whether it could store my A4 notes or not. SPendthrifts are thoughtless spenders. At least I have some sense of thought and practicality...
DO I?
And now, I was just on Yahoo!Auctions, and I saw this really really pretty Victoria Beckham Jeans going at only SGD 95.00!
Ohhhh my God.
I have to have it!
BUT!
One glance at the timer and I see its only 1minute and 58 seconds left to bid!
In a frenzy, I scream.
"Kellyyyy!!! This jeans is so NICEE!!! I want it!"
"Use my id use my id..." she says in a patient, i-understand-you-are-a-spendthrift-but-just-use-my-yahoo-id-anyway tone.
So I use her ID.
And of course I won it.
The email was sent to kelly, which was forwarded to me and I sent the seller an email stating that she should contact me at my email instead.
Glad that I have now almost gotten the jeans in the palms of my hand, just a matter of two days...
A thought struck me.
If the jeans are designed by Victoria Beckham, and shipped from the US/UK, how come they're only selling at SGD 95.00 in four different sizes???
Obviously the jeans are not second-hand.... since she specially imported it in four different sizes...
BUT WHY ARE THEY SO CHEAP?!?!?!?
"Kelly, I dont know if the jeans are authentic!!" I wail.
"Good, good," comes her reply, which sounds like my mother when I have just washed my white clothes with coloured ones in the washing machine.
Syazwan, who is sitting beside me, says, "Maybe you should do some product research,"
SO, my fingers fly over the keyboard and Syazwan helps me type gahooyoogle.com and my screen splits into half with yahoo on the left and google on the right. I am impressed.
Lots of search results appear for my "Victoria Beckham Jeans" keytype, and I find that on Saks Fifth Avenue, the jeans are retailing for SGD 308.00 dollars!
"Maybe its because its Fifth Avenue and the retailers just want to knock the rich of their cash. I should go to the lowest Avenue to try,"
I found alot of the Victoria Beckham jeans retailing at SGD 50 plus to 300 plus... and I still do notknow if it is authentic!!!
Suddenly, an SMS arrives.
'It is authentic...'
from my friend Yiting. I look around the lab for her shadow, but there isn't any. The truth is, Ahmad Syazwan must have told her about my frenzy...
SO I hit him on his arm. But he, being a silat trainer (in the past), my baby hits are nothing compared to his macho counterparts in silat (whatever that means).
Until now, I have no idea if it is authentic. I have asked the seller of course, and she says, "From what my US Seller quoted me, yes. It is authentic,"
But come on, any retailer would tell you that their products are genuine!!!!!
SHould I just transfer the money and get the jeans regardless of its authenticity????????????
I find it a total waste of money spending SGD 100 on a pair of non-authentic Victoria Beckham Rock and Republic jeans...although the design is extremely deliciously beautiful....
Oh god...
I have just received an SMS from MR M.
"What are you doing?" he texts.
"I just bought a Victoria Beckham Jeans..."
I know what is coming. I can feel it.
His SMS appears 5 minutes later.
"Oh..How much?Y keep shopping?"
I cringe. And cringe again. I read the text message and wince.
I hit the Reply button, and type furiously, "Er....."
I pause to think. SGD 95 is about the same as SGD 98, but seems lesser...
So I type, "Er..... 95"
ANd then he asked, "Y keep shopping?"
I pause to ponder about his question and I do not have any answers. I just need to shop. I need to see the beautiful array of clothes and shoes and bags in front of my eyes and I know I can afford it. The feeling I get when I finally hold that piece of newly bought skirt/top/bag/shoes/dress in the palm of my hands is simply....
Undescribable.
It is an addiction. I cannot stop myself from looking. And then itching to get it off the racks (or the screen, for webbies) and into my arms.
But I cannot possibly tell Mr M that it is an addiction! *horror* he would just be horrified to have a girlfriend who cannot stop buying stuff and might stop me from shopping!
SO I continue to text,
"Er....95. I dunno why too. It's therapeutic."
I'm not lying! It IS therapeutic!
Like how I felt when I found out I won that bid, a sweet sense of calmness flooded through me, followed by exuberance and suddenly I don't need to shop anymore for I have my new Victoria Beckham Jeans!
(of course in this case I felt like I was going into fits, trying to find out if the jeans were authentic)
And then Mr M replied, and as my laggy phone opened the SMS, I waited with bated breath. Maybe he'd tell me that I wasted money (which is NOT what I want to hear) or that maybe I should not shop so much and save money for rainy days...(which is what I should be doing. but I do have money for rainy days! It's only a pair of jeans!)
His SMS read, "Is it nice? If you like it then I guess it's fine..."
I let out my breath in a relieved gush.
Luckily he didn't reprimand me for wasting money. Or nagged about not saving money. Instead he showed an interest in my newly acquired jeans!
Oh I love my boyfriend. He is the sweetest thing in the world.
So later, on my way to work (to earn more money for spending... and yes of course for saving), I will transfer money into the account of my jeans seller and she will mail my jeans to meeee!!!!
Yes. That will be it. Whether it is authentic or not, I don't care. I will receive my jeans with open arms and cuddle it and try it on.
And then check for authenticity.
YES. I must check no matter what. And then I'll decide what to do next.
the angels they burn inside for us|3:29:00 PM|
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Monday, December 5
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There is this song by Brooke Valentine, called Girlfight. It is a hip hoppy tune with a rap verse. Somehow, it made me reminisce about my secondary school days whereby once, this girl with the reputation of an ah lian scolded me for diao-ing her mui mui.
And once, I did almost get into a girlfight. In the end it was my friend Mandy who went to fight. Because it was a one on one. It is a long story which I shall not elaborate.
Instead, I shall self-entertain with this parody of Girlfight by Brooke Valentine.
Instead of Brooke Valentine singing tho, there will be this ah lian called xiAo`bRoKe
(because ah lians try to choose classy names for themselves but have minimal spelling knowledge)
Brooke: There she go talking her mess
xiAo`bRoKe: sI giNa anyHow ToK cOcK
Brooke: All around town making me stress
xiAo`bRoKe: mAke miIe StReSs NiAa
Brooke: I need to get this off my chest
xiAo`bRoKe: bUay Ta HaN liaOxxx!
Brooke: And if her friend want some then she'll be next
xiAo`bRoKe: hEr BlArDy FwEn BeTta WaTcH outTttZz
Brooke: It really ain't that complicated
xiAo`bRoKe: vErY hArD meH?
Brooke: Y'all walking round looking all frustrated
xiAo`bRoKe: y aLl FaCe MaChiAm SaI??
Brooke: Want some plex come on let's make it
xiAo`bRoKe: cUm On LaR CaN oNe...
Brooke: Ya acting real hard but I know ya fakin'
xiAo`bRokE: mAi AcT tOuGh LarRhhx.. KnS sO fAkE
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Brooke: Know you really don't wanna step to dis
xiAo`bRoKe: i nOe Euu HuMji LaRrr
Brooke: Really don't know why you talkin' shit
xiAo`bRoKe: KaO BeI sI Mi???
Brooke: You 'bout to catch one right in the lip
xiAo`bRoKe: i gOnNa boX euUur StEwPiG MouTH
Brooke: It's about to be a what? Girlfight!
xiAo`bRoKe: CoME aH! ChiOnG aH!
-here is where Brooke Valentine sounds like a man-
Brooke: We bout to throw dem bows... We bout to swang dem thangs...It's about to be a what? Girlfight!
xiAo`bRoKe: pArAng NehXXxx?? GiN Lar! chiOng Ah!
Brooke: We on our way to ya neighborhood/The reason why we comin' is understood
xiAo`bRoKe: miE 456 tOnG nnD miE JiEzz aLl oN oUr wAy liAo Hor, dOn aCt DuNnO hoR
Brooke: Me and my girls we down to ride/So when you hear us pull up bring ya butt outside
xiAo`bRoKe: cOmE OuTxx NoW mAi HuMjI hOrRrx
Brooke: And if you try to call ya cousin and nem/ Don't forget that I got some of dem
xiAo`bRoKe: cAll 123 tOnG LoR! ScArEd aH? My jIe MuI TonG lEhXxx
Brooke: 'Bout to go real hard 'bout to swang dem thangs 'Bout to feel elbows all in ya brain
xiAo`bRoKe: i gOnNa sLaP hEr BlaRdY fAcE tIl hEr bRaIn BurSsT
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-here is where Brooke's rap partner, Big Boi starts to rap-
-here is where there are some ah bengs milling around seeing the show-
Big Boi: Oh snap these bitches they act like cats
Ah Beng: knS nOt ChiO oNe
Big Boi: In the middle of the dance floor now they preparing to scrap
Ah Beng: waH figHt aH!
Big Boi: They takin out their scrunchies and pullin' off their pressons
Ah Beng: sTiLL dAre tAke oFf RubbEr Band, LatEr HaiR kanA pUll aRhh
Big Boi: The one on the right is the girlfriend and the one the left is the other woman
Ah Beng: rIghT sIde oNe is Long Ge's zA BoR, leFt SiDe One iS hE AnYhoW fUck OnE
Big Boi: Someone please call security, These girls too purty
Ah Beng: MATA lAi liaO!!
Big Boi: To get down to the nitty titty I mean the nitty gritty I mean her titty's pretty
Ah Beng (nose bleed): WaH piaNg EH zAo gEng LiaO dUa NeH Bu SEHhhhhh
Big Boi: I'm trippin' Being silly willy/ Man go on let them hos fight
Ah Beng: fErGeT it lah SiANzzzz mAi kuA liAo
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Brooke: Don't act like you don't know We right outside yo door
xiAo`bRoKe: mAi AcT CaNnoT sEe mE hOr
Brooke: See you peekin' out the window I know you ain't talking noise no more
xiAo`bRoKe: sEe wAt SeE?? tOk sO mUch Now NoThiNg tO SaE HuH!
Brooke: Bitch come outside Don't act like you don't see me
xiAo`bRoKe: cUm Out Hor biAtcH!! i cAn sEe eU LoR fAsTeR cUm OuT dUnCh AcT! HuMjI kIa
Brooke: I know you heard me pullin' up uh Come outside, uh, come outside, uh
xiAo`bRoKe: nOt HaPpy cOme fiGht lAh. dAre tO ToK dUnCh dAre To fIghT??! LaI aH!
Brooke: We down to ride It's about to be a... Girlfight!
xiAo`bRoKe: ChiOnG Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I actually like this song. Although Brooke does sound like a man. In the chorus.
Oh yes. After that rubbishy nonsense of words, I have a very important announcement to make.
Today, the 5th of December 2005, is Junior's birthday!
Therefore, I am going to buy him a cake and three candles. Because my cutsie lil boy is THREE YEARS OLD!!
At the stroke of midnight, I had already shook his tiny lil white paw and wished him a happy birthday to which he looked kind of lazy because it was his sleeping time.
And in another 26 days shall be my birthday New Year's Eve!
the angels they burn inside for us|1:30:00 PM|
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Sunday, December 4
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I promise I'll blog soon.
the angels they burn inside for us|5:35:00 PM|
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