M.A.C mind trick

So, I've just come off a weekend of massive shopping. Not that I bought much, but I was intensely driven by the need to go to malls and look at stuff I can't possibly have all of.

What have marketeers done to me? I have no control over impulse spending, almost to the point of being under the influence of some Jedi mind trick or something. "You want that top" "I want that top"

Guess what, there's another warehouse sale on tomorrow for M.A.C products. The force is strong there too I think. I've searched my feelings and know this to be true. Thankfully it's 80% off.

Ahhh the calm before the storm. Brace for impact brace for impact!

The joy of retail therapy - a FREE plug for Malaysia

What is it that compels women to just go out and buy stuff they have no intention of using or wearing?

I have no idea. I can say this much - if you're going to spend money on clothes and shoes -spend it in Malaysia. Why? Cause it's cheap.

I worked out some numbers for a couple of girlfriends in the UK, and I've found that they can get a whole week in Malaysia, airfares, 5 star accommodation and food, and assuming they bought 3 dresses, 3 skirts, 3 tops and 3 pairs of shoes - from the same brand, (I took topshop and MNG as examples) - for less than it'd cost them to live a week in london (assuming they lived outside it, and their place didn't have high st stores) and get those same things on oxford st.

Very compelling isn't it? I have to say, the girls are tempted. Then why is it that I'm planning a little shopping soiree in London in September? Confused? so am I.

Bound and Gagged!

Right, before anyone goes off on a tangent - nothing sexual in the title.

You see, having watched the Star Wars movie early on, earlier than most, I've been cast aside as a pariah and persona non grata with many of my friends - till they watch it. Nobody picks up my calls. Nobody wants to chat with me. The fear of me blurting out a spoiler apparently weighs heavily on their minds.

So i've been given a gag order. Funny thing though this one. EVERYONE knows how it ends. So why go through the motions of PRETENDING you don't know how it ends? Funny species this Hu-man. Thankfully a good portion of my friends have now seen it, and I can return from exile.

The immaterial girl returns from half a week of wandering the wilderness! A triumphant return no less. Never mind the fact that her heels are ruined and she looks a right old mess from going walkabouts in the bush - she's baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

Now what?

I've just had the unfortunate news that our little master chef in the making has just burnt her fingers baking marble cake. I'm feeling guilty cause a slice apparently has my name on it.
This is in addition to her cutting her finger peeling an Apple. I do fear for her safety. If it means I'll get Marble Cake that's not been in the oven or an Apple pie with apple skin bits, so be it. The poor thing's going to end up mutilated like Darth Vader if she keeps this up. Unfortunately at this time, I don't think limbs can be replaced just yet, so steer clear of any blades longer than 3 inches girl!

Had the misfortune of once burning my palms on a stove that hadn't quite cooled down yet. Silly me - trying to look all fetching and sultry for one rather hot guest at my apartment in switzerland when i leant back, flicked my hair, pouted my lips, batted my eyelids, put my hands where i shouldn't have and took 3 layers of skin off my palms. But by GOLLY!, Did I look hot! Kinda felt that way too in my extremities.

This blog entry is to hereby serve notice to prospective mates: I am giving that damn thing (the stove) a wide berth. People who go "woman! make me breakkie, NOW!" need not apply, unless of course... your name is........

Bye bye Hayden!

Well,

I've seen the new Star Wars movie. So much for Anakin Skywalker. The studmuffin's now got this rather cool black suit, which, cool as it is, doesn't do anything for his features. He kinda needs it or he'll die, sadly, so he's got to wear that thing for life. Obi wan did that to him.

The moral of the story is, if you want to look like a hottie forever, don't pick fights with bearded guys wielding light saber thingys. Rather hazardous.

Having said that I'm not steering clear of Ewan Mcgregor should I meet him. He did look rather hot himself (beard or not).

As for the rest of the plot, i forget now. Something about somebody fighting somebody or rather. Details rather sketchy now I must admit.

To be magnanimous

An old friend whom I had a bit of a bender with early last month just made contact with me. I swore i thought that was the end of our friendship. I regretted it. I did think about it from time to time - but didn't want to be the first to say sorry. My pride wouldn't let me.

Guess what? - the one who looks like a complete idiot isn't her. I haven't "won", I haven't gained the upper hand. I feel completely stupid and I've been shamed.

JL girl - I'm sorry. I truly am. Shouldn't have happened that way. And thanks for having a bigger heart than me. You've shown me just how to do it. Thank you. :)

If you've got a friend you're having a problem with and you value their friendship - reach out and touch him or her. It makes a difference. It did to me.

The Weekend

Did nothing Friday: Check
Did nothing Saturday: Check
Did nothing Sunday: Check

I had a frantic weekend, as you can see. Now for some strange reason..... nothing fell into place and I just got caught up in one of those: "I'm not moving my bum from here" moods.

Sitting at home though, gives me the chance to clean up my place and get some chores done and out of the way. Now, underneath my junk was a floor somewhere. I found it eventually, but along the way, i also found a whole lotta cool things I'd forgotten I had. Amongst them:

1) A full coffee bean loyalty card - now that's a latte I have now that i didn't have before
2) One of my makeup brushes - I can now look half decent instead looking like a cheap ah lian
3) An old Jackson 5 CD I thought i lost - I didn't listen to it, cause i just CAN'T look at MJ the same way anymore. "Jesus Juice" no less. Sheesh!
4) Double sided sticky tape - don't know what I need it for, but I'm sure it will come in handy soon enough the way I bump into things
5) My spare hands free kit from my cell phone. - It still works!
6) 40 British pounds from my last trip - Woo hoo! It's also appreciated somewhat. I knew stuff was growing under the pile of junk!
7) A broken heel end from one of my strappy sandals

Ah well - go dig through you room. You never know what sort of memories you'll uncover.

To summarize mine - a vague reconstruction of the missing parts of my life tell me that:

Whilst in London, I used to look fairly decent and sipped copious amounts of caffeine, whilst nattering away on the phone and listening to an alleged child molester at the same time. The combination of the above made me sick enough to not walk straight and wreck furniture and my shoes along the way. Comprende?

O.P.I !

I had nothing to do all afternoon so I visited the O.P.I website. The first thing I noticed was, who on earth comes up with the names for the shades of the nail lacquer anyway? Suzi sells sushi by the seashore? what a mouthful. Incidentally - it's a very nice shade of lilac. Dodgy names aside, I think they're absolutely fabulous. They last a long time - and look SOOO professional.

O.P.I will be my undoing - I swear. They're not cheap, but i just cannot help myself. I need better plastic. Or to start biting my nails and ruin them. I know which one i'd prefer. But that's not necessarily an option. Time to get out my chompers and start gnawing away!

Ay Caramba!

I filled up my car with gas earlier today. I get far less liters of petrol for my money than i used to. Gas is on the rise. Hemlines are on the rise too. So it seems there's a linear relationship between those two.

Therefore, I'll be glad when skirts that rub along the floor in a wedding gown-like train make a comeback. I'll wear one if it means i can run my car for less :)

I seriously doubt that'll happen though. At the rate we're going with the gas, women might as well all be wearing belts round our waists and be done with it. I wonder if having my knickers on display is such a good idea or not. Someone's gotta start pumping more oil out of the ground soon!

Oooh muffins!

My buddy came by today to drop off a muffin for me. How sweet. Never mind that it's going to bloat me up into a bigger mama than I already am. It's the thought that counts. Burp!

:) Oh well - I'm just going to have to deprive myself of dinner then. There's nothing like hanging up an impossibly tight dress on your cupboard and looking at it longingly. Muffins no less! That'll teach me.....

This little piggy went to market,
This little piggy stayed at home,
This little piggy had muffins
This little piggy had none.And this little piggy went...
"No BCBG for mee mee mee " all the way home...

Some poetic license in the age old nursery rhyme. But you get the drift....

What's a girl to do?

It's just past midnight... everything's rather quiet, and I can make a somewhat haphazard, half concerted attempt at thinking. Something I can't do, and quite noticeably too, at any other time of the day.

So... taking stock of the situation. I'm wide awake hence, my magically new found ability to be vaguely coherent. Couple that level of alertness with an overactive imagination and you've got a recipe for disaster.

I've done diddly squat all day and sorta wunged (the past tense of wing) my way through a dreary day. Felt a little lethargic for the most part - then got my second wind at half five, which is when the day starts for me. Perfect timing don't you think?

Not long after, I'm here on the net, in my own little world - and by golly - I've got some friends here. I don't know - are friends on the internet any less real than friends you can see and touch?

I had a debate with a friend of mine today and her point was that there's a veil around the internet in that you can be someone you're not. How can that be real?

You see, she's the coherent at work, incoherent afterwards over a glass of wine type - quite possibly the anti-thesis of who I am.

So what she said made some sense, but whilst I yielded there and then to her on the subject matter, it got me wondering - could this alleged veil around the internet actually promote rather than hinder your personality? I chat regularly with someone who goes by the handle "devil", and never met him in real life. I think - and honestly believe that if we were to meet at the frequency we chat now, but in a cafe - he'd never have the audacity to say the things he says - needless to say, they're very forthright and borderline pornographic. But that's the real him. How much of this personality would surface if he were "real"

Better the devil you know, or rather I know, i say.

Que Sera Sera

When I was just a little girl... I asked my mother, what will i be?
Will i be pretty? will i be rich?, here's what she said to me.....
Que Sera Sera. Whatever will be, will be
The future's too messed up to see, Que Sera Sera.

Or Something like that, give or take a few words.

Now i forget the lyrics, but no matter.What's most important is that life's such a funny thing in that you never know who you'll develop bonds and friendships with. My new buddy is a lovely girl from around here, Miss C.Y. She's bubbly, energetic and vibrant against what i perceive to be angst in the background. Reading her blog, her life's not been easy. And i feel some of the pain.

So top marks to her for holding her head up high. You know who you are girl! I'm proud of ya.

So if any of you guys wants to meet a beautiful caring girl send me an email :) Naturally I'm doing this unilaterally without her knowledge. If she's not interested in you, I'll gladly accept her hand me downs :)

The 12 year itch... sorta

Right now - I am missing Australia sooo badly. To console myself, I'll watch a copy I've got of Qantas's "I still call Australia home" ad. Which makes me even more 2nd Homesick. Then I'll call up the travel agent to look for tickets. Sigh. It's a never ending vicious cycle.

I've made the trek across the Java Sea, the timor sea and over the Nullarbor plains (albeit at 37,000ft) 96 times - that's 48 round trips - and I'm still planning more.

There's nothing like going down Bridge Road Richmond where all the factory outlets are, pick up an outfit or ten, at decent prices and then have a nice little sit down at one of the sidewalk cafes there. Simple pleasures for a simple girl.

Ahh Kindness! The world has hope!

Today, Stevie showered an act of kindness on me. It wasn't much - but it meant a lot to me and I'll cherish this. I think sometimes he thinks I don't appreciate him - but I do. I do indeed.

He's a long way from here, but he reaches out over the geographical chasm to profoundly affect my life. He has a very pragmatic approach to life and yet is able to see things in ways no one else can. And he shares that insight - I find it truly a breath of fresh air. Big up to him. The world's a better place because of him. :)

If you think Chivalry is dead, it isn't. Not in Lincoln anyways. Not by a LONG shot.

Let's have text....

I learnt a valuable lesson today. There is NO substitute for a face to face converstation or at the very least, a phone conversation. A very old friend of mine exchanged some text messages today - and I thought it got rather haughty and heated at the end, and I think there were several points of mine that needed clarity, and vice versa. So what did I do? I picked up the phone and called him Voila, in an instant, I got disarmed. As it turned out there was NOTHING wrong and I might have given the both of us the bum steer.

Short text messages are a way of life today in Asia. The language contained within is a language unto itself. You've got two choices - 1) Get with the program or 2) Type em out the long (and costly) way. As it turns out - the long and costly way may sometimes be the better way. Today, it would have saved me a host of headaches and hard feelings. Two SMS lingo Noobs make for some serious conflict - so if you don't know what you're talking about, or typing about - Go the long way around. C U L8R folks.

Whoa there sunshine!

There was a time I was happier. When I worried or wanted for nothing. Is it more desirable to have it all but not be happy or is it better to be piss poor but have absolutely no wants or desires?It's a rather buddhist concept, which I find utterly fascinating.

Now Mr R - thinks the former is more desirable. He's madly driven by material wealth and I can't say I blame him. He's high maintenance and does indeed like to live it up. Fair play to him.
There are others who've been there, done that and say it's not what it's all cracked up to be. Moi included. A rather lengthy debate ensued with Mr R on this matter... I can't say I didn't see the point of his argument but I can say I am convinced he didn't see the point of mine.

Friendships

The F word. Who knows what it means nowadays anyway? I've had some of late that have made me wary. There is usually more than meets the eye and I'm a silly cow for being naive. The thing is, I will ALWAYS be naive. I always believe in the good of the human race. I believed in the good of Darth Vader. I even believe to a certain extent if the Devil wants to apologize and say - I messed up, God would forgive him.

Still, having your friendship spurned in moments of self deceit and lust only serve to make you more wary of your remaining friends and only drive wedges in relationships you SHOULD be cultivating. Something i've got to get a handle on before it's too late.