Wow. It’s 2:43am now by my watch and I’m still not getting any sleep again. AT ALL.
This was simply the reason why I volunteered to accompany grams, mum and godmum to the marketplace this early morning. Yeah, early as in REALLY early; 7 o’ clock after dawn broke. Heck, the only logical reason why I would actually activate myself that early is probably for some hiking or well… um, some early morning romp. *ahem* Excuse me. =)
I still can’t believe I officially did not get any amount of ZZZ’s last night. A real night owl, huh. Hmm.. but I did doze off due to the humid afternoon weather while reading my Marie Claire just now. No offence to Blu Inc. Publication Company whatsoever, it really ain’t a fault of mine as I did not sleep last night!
And right now, my night escapade is repeating itself. Only this time, I’m listening to some saxophone melodies by Kenny G instead of last night’s dark/emo rock numbers by Evanescence.
Just got off the phone two hours ago with boyfriend Benj and I just can’t wait to be held in his arms again after not seeing each other for more than a week. Hey, my chicken pox was contagious and I didn’t want him anywhere near me. But he’s busy with his internship and I’d probably be occupied at the gym, working or shopping at the mall. Hmm.. but I’m sure we’ll manage to find a way to spend some time together like we always do, right Hunn? *mwah*
If I could, I would share my jaunts in the marketplace with all of you. My goodness, you would definitely wanna get some scoop on that. Haha. It’s hilarious.
But right now, my insomnia must be defeated.
Goodnight all.
Although I’m definitely not 100% well and fine, I most certainly feel so; albeit feeling more inferior and less attractive, of course. Hence, the shades. =P
Being the shopaholic I am, I took no hesitation in deciding to go shopping when asked.
Yesterday, we went to Ipoh Parade and I spent RM…. Urm.. well.. a sum of money (haha ain’t telling) on some sterling and pewter earrings, anklets, and some other trinkets. Hmm, the rest was spent on an Estee Lauder mascara, Famous Amos cookies, some blank CD’s, and a novel – Fashion Babylon. I have always deemed reading an intellectual past time even considering how extroverted I can be.
Ever since The Shopaholic series, A Dangerous Dress, and The Devil Wears Prada, there was no turning back on my passion for books and novels related with themes of such. High street fashion and designer brands intrigue me, life at Vogue magazine can be such an uphill task; so I’ve learned. The pressure during the (very) much awaited fashion week can be extremely intense. Being a supermodel for Runway can be deafening, yes, deafening with all the stylists, editors, PR’s and designers screaming their lungs out. Indeed, it is fascinating being well-versed with what’s in and what’s out, what’s hot and what’s not. The quintessential winds of fad had boosted my interest ten folds thus further intensifying my love for aesthetic value, which to me, simply boils down to: looking magnificent. Hey! Everyone can relate to this; looking awesome makes a person feel like a million dollars worth. Similarly to me, looking fabulous merely is simplicity at its finest taste.
And on the contrary, I feel atrociously hideous at the moment. Damn you chicken pox. I just can never see myself this way. Yes, I am fully aware of my degree of exaggeration as of now but I just can’t seem to accept myself this revoltingly ugly. Dreadful, you must feel me. *groans*
On the bright side, I went shopping again! *grins*
Today, we went to
Anyhow, I almost bought the Dior one but it was just a tad too square-ish for me and as for the new arrivals in Calvin Klein, I still wasn’t satisfied with the diamante embedded on the sides. Some was just doggone weird having it on just one side. The Armani’s were downright ugly and too costly. The others were just so-so. Perhaps, I’ll get back to Queensbay and Gurney to choose them.
Those were the almost-there-but-not-quite-there purchases. I mean, why spend so much on something that you’re not too sure about? Money doesn’t grow on trees and if I were to spend it on something that pricey, I’d better like it ONE-HUNDRED-PERCENT. Period. If not? Don’t buy it at all. I refuse to experience even one post-purchase second in remorse. Life is too short for regrets.
After what seemed like an hour sifting through my potential shades, I moved on for some apparel shopping. Babydoll dresses had always appealed to me, only that I can never find them just the exact way I want it. Likewise with shoes. Ladies, can you feel me? It’s always gorgeous the moment you set eyes on your favourite pair; but turn them around and there’s a horrible bow, stripe, frill or something that you don’t particularly favour stuck or sewn on it. Either that or you see a pretty pair but the lace at the sides just won’t do!
As I was saying before I digressed (sorry, it’s just my nature) oh yes, the dress. And my jaw dropped the moment I saw it. Exactly the colour, cutting, pattern, length and style I want it in.
Ok fine – not entirely.
I didn’t quite like the sleeves. They were slightly too long. So what? It was the closest thing I found to perfection! Fuck the sleeves, I can always find a way to fold or pin it up. Trivial things like sleeves does not, in any way, govern my decision on to buy or not to buy. Verdict? A yes. I bought it for a sum I do not wish to indicate. (Benj darling, not to worry, it ain’t too expensive and I’ll tell ya how much it is if ya wanna know, hmm?)
As normal wear and tear does to any product manufactured in the universe, my pair of Fila sandals thought it was high time it did the same. I bought another pair to replace them… hey it’s only natural! Speaking of shoes, I bought a sexy pair of strappy black heels from La Primavera. They were fresh of the shelves! Hmm, I realised that new arrivals charm me quite easily. Haha. They always do. Hey, if it’s spanking new, it’s always worth checkin’ em out!
What else did I buy? Oh yes, a loaf of wholemeal bread to suffice as the month’s breakfast, lunch and dinner after my sessions of compulsive shopping. *LOL* Of
course not, silly.
I just prefer wholemeal to white bread.
As an ill person, it is only natural to feel depressed and lonely. That was why my favourite uncle- Uncle Mike had offered to sleep with me. KNOCK IT OFF, PERVERTS.
He SLEPT in the same room as I did, particularly on the upper bunk of the double-decker bed. It was fairly interesting to hear stories from the heydays of someone who is supposed to be your uncle. I mean, which uncle would allow their niece to see them in such a manner? It was more of an,” Oh, I can’t believe you did that when you were my age!” sort of a thing.
Heck, actually, the most comical part that really got me into stitches was the part where he tried in vain, to climb up to the upper bunk. Godmum and I guffawed till our sides hurt! As a matter of fact, it was awfully amusing to see your uncle struggling beyond his mighty strength and skill to get up there. How he loved me so, to be laughed at his expense
Sorry Uncle Mike!
I could’nt help feeling pissed when I saw my whole family gathering outside for a barbeque dinner whilst I wasn’t allowed to eat anything from there. Fancy that! It just sucks being down with chicken pox huh.
Anyway, being the way I are (Timbaland taught me such grammar) , I just couldn’t care less and went ahead eating the bbq-ed sting ray. Enjoy now, suffer later muahhaha
Which indeed, I did. *groans*
My tummy still felt empty and I had lots of chocolate chip cookies regardless of whether it will do me good or bad. Hey, I wasn’t in the mood – I was sick! The worst part was only after I downed the entire packet of cookies when Benj read out the label on the packet ‘EXCESSIVE CONSUMPTION MAY HAVE LAXATIVE EFFECTS’
I paused.
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My whole face contorted into what might pass off as a Down syndrome patient. (no offence to victims of such)
Whadda heck? Perfect time to tell me B… thanks… perfect timing without a doubt. I’ll thank you again when I spend my entire lights of tomorrow stuck sitting on the toilet bowl with no entertainment whatsoever except the impressive symphony of my natural gasses making their way out into the atmosphere.