Little Dowager

The shirt girl is the antithesis of the sweater girl, who is all tease, impenetrable lipstick and the smug summary of much adolescent angst. The shirt girl is simply undone. Her hair has betrayed her, with its telltale tangles; she might have mascara smudged sleepily under her eyes; and she likes croissants and crossword puzzles for breakfast. She sometimes likes to go back to bed in the afternoons. She likes strong coffee, and she likes to laugh. She smells good, old-fashioned.

via Men’s Vogue

A friend just called me on the phone.

We used to hang out, but now he just sounds so bleeping awkward on the phone. It’s strange to find myself trying so hard to make conversations with him, considering I’m not usually conversational.

I’m so angry this weekend.

If watch are like little mechanical hearts - damn I scratched mine badly yesterday.

Nairmind. More battle scar, more personality.

Be ruthless.

1) Delete everything. His number, messages, msn, emails, pictures. Don’t forget the chat logs. Yea, and throw away the stupid flowers too.

2) Get out. Make plans for movies marathons with my friends, have long dinners and crazy coffee conversations. Heineken helps too.

3) Keep the mind occupied. Do the photography thingy that I’ve been neglecting, solve my sudoku.

Hot balmy afternoon.

Just had a cold shower.

Sitting in my bedroom, applying moisturiser to my body.

No work tomorrow.

Going out to the beach. With a hunk.

Suddenly it feels like Miami.

How do I even sums up how great I’ve been feeling the past few days?

My skin is glowing, my cheeks are blushed (not because of the beer) and I feel like I’m on top of the world! Even my hair is behaving itself!

Maybe my skin glows because of my recent immunity injection, maybe my hair feels softer cause of my new Herbal-ooh-ooh-Essence shampoo. But even my doctor, who last saw me 10 months ago, said I looked happier and at ease with myself.

If this is the Power of Love…. Damn, it is working well for me.

It’s only 3pm in the afternoon and I’m already researching on how to say ‘I love you’, ‘Do you love me?’ in tagalog.

TMD, why am I so gross?!

I totally fell for someone who is handsome, fit, tall a.k.a Mr. Totally-Out-Of-My-League.

Not only is he handsome, fit and tall, he’s funny, intelligent and witty. With a great smile to boot. Big bonus, he’s fair like a baby! Architect by training, Filipino by nationality. Best of all, he’s not a splitting image of every other guy I’ve dated in the past.

I know… I’m fucking crazy, right? I’m only getting my heart broken all over again.

I tend to lose focus and interest fairly quickly. Which bothers me, cos it probably means I don’t get my things done quickly - if at all.

Was supposed to do the tech specs for my designs but went back to the drawing board instead, just because I don’t enjoy working on tech specs.

Excel gives me migraine.

Bought an iPod, convinced that I would convert the back-logged drama series into the device, and then realized that I cannot be half-assed to even bother.

Got a new phone yesterday, excited uploaded new themes/tones/screen saver/games into it. By today, I’m already ignoring.

I can cut my dress pattern halfway and leave it on my table for 3 weeks until I assemble the sewing machine. Oh yes and speaking of it, I haven’t really sewn any thing worth boasting about. So far, only a 5-min knit ribbing iPod socks.

Clothes. I bought jeans and tops. It’s been a week, they still need hemming and ironing.

eBay. Was exciting and fun to bid and receive packages all the way from US. Until nothing really catches my eyes anymore.

People like me should be banned from having children.

Sometimes I wonder what’s my purpose in life. I used to have a dream 2 months ago - it seems ridiculous now since I’ve settled in “nicely” into my job.

God, I so hate myself.

In a blink of an eye, it’s December already. What have we done to make time fly by so fast?! I’m really feeling the Christmas mood this year - Can’t wait to catch up with my friends soon over some drinks and exchange some really sweet presents with one another…

Here’s one song by Feist to get you into the mood, albeit not a very happy one.