Little Dowager

Took an off day today and was planning a big day out. Where should we go?

Let’s go Sungei Road and do the thrifting thing that we used to do! Let’s watch 2 movies today! Wanna check out that Italian restaurent at Rail Mall? Oh maybe we should go T3 and take pictures! What time should we meet? Maybe we can go laze around in PS… we always do that.

And then WHAM, I got hit with a major migraine that left me incapacitated in bed, tossing and turning, barely a wink until dawn. I even puked out some morning bile juice. The last time it hurts so bad was a year ago, when I shared a room with my ex boss. I’m sure it was not her snoring that kept me up that night.

My day’s wasted. But I’m off to catch Sweeney Todd now.

Double cheeseburger are like Big Mac but without the middle layer bun. Even so, I don’t really like Big Mac. I guess I just dislike sesame on my buns. I like buns to be smooth. Or like breakfast muffins - Just no sesame for me.

Yea you guess it, I just order Mac for dinner. Chomped it down. With a snarl.

It was an Angry Meal.

Everytime I see Joakim Gomez’s face, I feel like stomping on the back of his head, with his jaws against the kerb - American History X style.

No, this is not about how much I dislike Joakim Gomez, but more like how I can barely stand the annoying folks in the office. 3 more hours to my 7 days away-from-the-office break!

My first date wardrobe decisions should not be based on, how easily my clothes can be removed.

It should be chic, feminine, classy and sweet. Not boobylicious, clingy, attention seeking.

I may be dating a Filipino, but I am no Filipina!

But why oh why do I wanna wear that sexy muji top so much?! -_-

If I don’t give a shit about Chinese New Year, does that make me a fucking banana?

So what if I didn’t do my CNY shopping? Why must I go with the flow and buy clothes only during these coming weeks? You meant to say missy can’t shop during the rest of the year, but only now?!

If I wanna dress like a fucking soaked sanitary pad, I will. So don’t tell me what colour to wear. I don’t give big hoots about CNY not because I’m a banana, but because I don’t have relatives to show off to celebrate with during CNY.

I can’t even stand to talk to bigot like these. Makes me stupid for a moment.

Local fashion buyers seems to think that Singaporean women have a sick obsession with cap sleeves, puff sleeves and 3/4 sleeves.

And that our office wear shirts must be stripes, in either black or white, often with lurex (metallic, for the uninitiated) yarns woven into the material. And the shirts should have fussy frills and uninspiring pintucks going all over it.

And the length! Don’t even get me started on the unflattering length of the shirt. I very much prefer my shirt to be longer, and covering my belt/muffin top please. 

I love my shirts and I wouldn’t consider myself to be an overtly adventurous dresser. But it’s frustrating to go shop after shop, and find the same damn style repeated over and over again. And it’s not even a "trend". It’s more like, uninspired uniform designing for the mass market.

It is not that you are not allowed to whine, but please do so with a touch of irony and self-deprecating humor (one excellent example: Cowboy Caleb). What do you expect us to do, coo-chee-coo you, empathise with you like we both experience the same abdominal pain every month?

I don’t know why, but whenever I read/hear about guys whining incessantly like they are the poorest little lamb in a big cruel society on their blogs, it just made them appear to be extremely petty and grudgeful. And I imagine them growing old into an angsty little old man angry witht the PAP, angry with the PTC, angry with the education system, but he’s all talk and no action. Kind of like the taxi driver we encounter the other day.
 

And it is so not cool to link up your series of unfortunate events in a single sentence cause seriously, no body wanna hear about that.

I was so pissed with myself for succumbing to a MacD double cheese burger the other day. I’ve been trying to wean off Mac D - one vice at a time - haven’t touch a synthetic potato fries/or a s**t beef patty for the last six months.

I was not even craving for it, but I was pretty darn hungry by then since I missed lunch. The burger delivered was dry, lukewarm, slightly limp and the cheese was cold. When I was munching on it, it was so tasteless I had to pile on the garlicky chilli sauce (that I love!) just to induce some form of flavour to the meat.

After an hour or so, I burped. I swear to god, my burp smells like diarrhea papaya or something.

Never again I tell you. Never again. 

Everytime I wrap my cheap and uselessly thin “Pashmina” shawl around my shoulder, I imagined I’m still in bed, wrapping my thin but warm blanket around my body. Head still nestled between my pillows, ignoring the morning alarms.

I haven’t had my solid cup of black coffee yet. I wanna sleep. So badly.

I’m very hungry too. Think I wanna have some hor fun for lunch later. Best if it’s beef hor fun. Steamy, hot and velvety smooth beef hor fun. YUM.

I wanna plug into my ipod but if I do, I won’t be able to hear my surrounding. Which means I can’t surf the net discreetly. Why don’t I get down to my work? Because there is no serious need to rush as the sample room is __.

God I’m so bored. Gawd I’m so bored. Oh my god, I’m so bored.

Annoying people are everywhere, but no one takes the cake like this particular colleague who uses her Skype as a very good reason to talk crap with whoever is on the other line.

It’s not even the volume that bothers me.

“Wo piack piack ni de pi gu ah! *hearty chortle*” “Wei! Se mo si?! Wei! Wei! WEI! Se mo?! Se mo?! Ah, wei se mo?!” “Ni zhe ge sha gua blah-blah-blah-blah…” Insert *hearty chortle* randomly. And speak in heavy Malaysian accent.

It drives me fucking nuts, to be aurally bombarded with such inane and childish exchange everyday. To put it succinctly in Hokkien, it is really “Kong Sai Wei” (Talk shit).

You can just imagine the hokkien expletives going off in my head when I hear her voice/hearty chortle.

“CB! On the phone again. Cio cio cio… Cio lan lah.”