ok.. this is boring

i think i’ll go back to blogger…

i figure i should buy as many dresses as i can when i see them on specials. like my 2 dresses for 25 bucks. i have discovered the secret to decreasing the laundry load. wear a dress. with tights. i mean dresses are one item. tights are so thing and take up hardl any space in the washer.

jeans and top and since it’s winter i normally wear 2 tops and a jacket. ie. singlet, cardi, jacket or t-shirt, layer, jacket, or tube, skanky top, coat.

and i have jeans strewn all over the place. haih

i shd go to all these chap-lap-ping places. find as many things as i can.

oh, tomorrow i’m going to go for pedi and massage and facial… ahhh… time to relax.

after the saturday stress of viewing 6 properties, cleaning up this place for inspection, 2 loads of laundry and grocery shopping. and not to mention cooking.

guilty guilty guilty

I get so much junk mail and flyers shoved into my mailbox, including with my magazine subscriptions. And so many of them are like donate to this and donate to that, this person is unable to do such and such… world vision.. etc sponsor a child, doctors without borders, salvos, etc etc… omg. everytime I read the letters and it says donations are tax deductible… i feel so guilty.

argh.

must be because I indulge myself every week or two.

Yesterday yeah, I ended up going to 6 degrees ark to cut my hair. So canggih, the chair where you sit on to wash your hair has massage and heater function..

And I feel compelled to go back because I now have a $50 voucher for non-hair related services like massage, body wraps and manicures and pedicures.

hair chop time

in times of emotional distress, it is advisable to get a hair cut or restyle or colour or perm or rebonding done.

for some reason it soothes the angry/upset/crushed soul

I’m going to wake up first thing tmr and make appointment if possible first thing and then go.

I am very fed up already lo. live with me but dowan to move in. reason? dunno. always dunno.

at least have some balls to say, i’m not ready. i need my space, i need my freedom.

every year when leases end it will be the same argument.

By the time I have a new haircut I would have (hopefully) gotten over and won’t give a damn about all this accomodation business.

Seriously. I think this is why all throughout the last half of second year uni my grades were so good, i hadn’t had a haircut and had too much time not being able to sleep. so study la. there’s a limit of how many tv shows u can watch when u sleep 2-3 hours a night.

now that i don’t study, i sleep soundly at least 8 hours, and the times i’m not working i can obsess about where to cut my hair, how to cut my hair, what my hair looks like after, and how to look after it, and whether it was better before or after, and what colour to go for next time, and whether or not get extensions.

then i won’t have to dwell on the housing crisis

too much gordon ramsay

I think 3 nights a week, there’s hell’s kitchen, ramsey’s kitchen nightmares, on alternate nights, it’s all too much, so today I revolt against telly. Until Trinny and Susannah undress the nation is on. I spend a lot of time watching too much trashy tv. It amuses me while I do vain things like paint my nails, file my bills and payslips, leaf thru the junk mail and maybe fold clothes and scour the internet for rental properties.

Anyway, after getting that nail polish I was gushing about, the next day, I got off work an hour early cos I was so damn pro at my job and got all my sales. Picked the bf up from work and said. I need to eat char kuay teow in Doncaster, here are the car keys. Actually I wanted to eat char kuay teow, yes, but it needn’t have been in Doncaster, can get perfectly serviceable tryhards in my area. The real reason for going all the way down the Eastern Freeway was this sudden craving to explore the all new Westfield Shoppingtown that had been recently relaunched. the udang di sebalik batu or whatever simpulan bahasa or whatever kind of stupid term it is.

Anyway, after the hearty serving of char kuay teow we went to shoppingtown, I came across a jeans shop called “that store”… I was drawn to the shop after seeing cheap monday being listed as one of the brands they housed. I’d always wanted to try on Cheap Monday jeans after all the glowing reccommendations. Not a bad price for popular jeans in oz, $90 (OK wut, compared to the bettina’s, ksubis and sass&bides ). I found my size and tried them on, surprisingly, they made my butt look completely flat. Which is not necessarily a bad thing for me, I do get quite blar already about my ass ( yeah over it – i work with very open people who wish they could tap my ass),  but it garnered the complete dissaproval of the bf. Because it makes me look like I have a flat butt. So in the end, after trying on numerous styles of jeans I settled on the corniest brand. drdenim jeansmakers. Some scandinavian brand la. never heard of before but i liked the cut. and so did the bf, and I liked the colour and I’m about to retire my indigo bettina’s. So I bought it.

It was nearly double the price of cheap monday, but it’s still more than a hundred bucks cheaper than getting bettinas or ksubis. So, okla. Have to cut my inappropriate spending sprees.

Then because I owe the bf money as well, it was paid off in kind my a structured black jacket. tre cool. very yow yeng one. more expensive than my jeans some more. and I still owe him 200 dollars after that… haih.

Also on Sunday after a lot of cajoling and guilt tripping, managed to get up in time to go to the camberwell market to hunt for bargains. “please, I need to get a replacement for my jacket that you burnt. you promised me last time” so in the end I got a chunky knee length knit. =D

product lurve

I love love love Kit Cosmetics nail polish. For some reason they are easy to apply. I remember back in the day omg, everytime I have to paint my right hand fingernails, it’d take forever to get it right without any creases, crinkles and spills onto the area around my nails.

I don’t know if this is after years of practise, but I can just do a one coat and be done without any excess nail polish remover to clean up the messed up polish. And with my kit nail polish, 1 coat is thick enough. I feel like I’m talking about good quality cream or something, thick and luscious, and rich. Also bright and glossy. I’ve stopped going to the manucurists to get my nails done when I feel emotionally unstable. Haha. Yeah, now to manage pissed off moments I go and get pampered. So recently I have been doing it diy and can buy more colours to last dozens more times than the same money to go get a french manicure done.

Also, I can get Havaiianas nail polish colours to match my slippers or, I could get Havaiianas to match my nail polish.. nyehehe.

forget opi. i didn’t particularly love the colours or the quality when i was at the nail salon

i have the fugliest visa card ever. it’s blue and it’s got a superman logo on it.

Ah well, whatevs, as long as it’s got free money on it I’m quite happy.

Me needs the money to pay for petrol since I have to drive to and from work,

eta., 35 mins each way.

just pay me my salary, skip the commission since it’s taxed, provide me my incentives in cash vouchers like coles-myer gift cards and prepaid visa cards. I’ll buy my groceries and petrol.

A gastronomic affair

Thursday evening – dinner at Vlado’s with my cousin where I had what I estimate to be about 2 kilos of beef.

At the table when you sit is a bun and a plate of butter. Then the waiter brings a bowl of salad and basic condiments (french mustard and what I guess is some kind of mild horseradish sauce)

Starts with a pork and lamb sausage, an entree of a mixed meat platter including mini hamburger, calf liver, fillet of some sort.

Then the waiter brings a tray, and asks you which part you want, you select porterhouse or ox eye fillet and let them know how you want it done. rare, medium rare up to you.

Then you select your dessert and either tea or coffee and your meal is done.

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Friday afternoon, after an eventful morning (sort of) involving law enforcement, realtors and libraries (don’t ask) me and the bf went for lunch at Thanh Ha… broken rice/rice vermicelli noodles/pork chops/sugar cane prawns.

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Friday evening, Ants bistro involving Northern Chinese cuisine and drinks after..

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Saturday I sent the bf off to work, went to Ikea for their 1.75 brekkie and sat down with all these brochures to plan out my July trip to the snow. Came back, did some more research, decided that snow will have to wait another year as it was simply not worth the effort and way too pricey. Went to pick up the bf and he said he wanted to go to Tasmania instead. Talked it out in the car, went to Box Hill to our Noodle Kingdom eatery and had our noodle #31, bubble tea and did the cursory round of the market, not really feeling it, only bought a giant cauliflower for 2 dollars, a tray of plums also for 2 dollars, and a box of ‘firm Yenson tofu’

Watched Death at a Funeral – very funny, and then sat in bed contemplating and planning our trip to Tasmania, after more researching, I discovered a page about the average temperatures and rainfall and etc in Tasmania. In July, the temp will be ranging from a low of 2.5C to a high of 12.5 C. Not ideal but certainly bearable. Scrolled down, Average hours of sunshine in July, 4.

OK! SCRAP TASSIE IN JULY. We’re going to Gold Coast instead now. Surfer’s Paradise here we come, Dreamworld, White water world etc etc.

Made burgers for dinner.

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Sunday lunch at relatives place. Ginseng chicken soup, cumin lamb and mint yoghurt sauce, steamed fish in ham choy, fried kai lan. yumyum

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Sunday evening malasness setting in. Cooked rice. Cooked mapo tofu. Watched tv…

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Sunday lunch was good, I felt healthy again.

status update

2 mugs of earl grey tea before bed may not have been the best idea.

i miss the bf, he’s not here to make sure I sleep and don’t take caffeinated things before bed.

oh, and I got a bouquet of flowers for the first time since like 2002. Yea. So long ago.

I also got a 10 coles-myer voucher. Woot, there’s my contribution to the groceries.

we had a ho yan hor drink off the other day, me and the bf.

single life doesn’t suit me at all anymore. I don’t even bother to follow the shows we normally watch on tv together if he’s not here.

tomorrow i am going to pick my car up from the mechanic. i’m going to be poverty stricken again. bye bye cheap monday jeans. bye bye knee length cardigan, bye bye ruffled top.

i’m too lazy to make lunch tomorrow. I think i’ll just bring the rest of my banana cake in as my lunch. so unhealthy but i’m beyong caring.

Do not have sex when you call a helpline (that’s not a sex helpline)

Etiquette rules when you call (well, me at least)

I’m ok with angry, irate, cursing people. I probably won’t be terribly nice but I just do what I have to do to fix your services up, and then you can go on your way and so can I, because yeah, it’s like whatever, I know the whole organisation screwed you over, I’ll fix it, yawn. Next. Angry at something but not me. Ok I am used to that.

If you yell at me, I’ll hang up because I don’t want to go deaf. And tag you as abusive so other people will not be nice to you. And yes, I will warn you.

I’m not the national operator. Nor am I a tele-wikipedia or tele-encyclopedia. If you ask me what time it is in Canada now, I will not tell you, I will either a) advise you to check the internet or b)sell you the internet

If you tell me you want to speak to your cousin in Western Australia, guess what? beep beep beep. Call 1234 not me.

If you want to know what the weather is like in another state, guess what? Wrong number. Again. I don’t know what the phone number for weather forecasts is.

If you were kidnapped and held captive and cold and hungry, do not call your phone company’s billing department. Call the police. The emergency number is ’000′. Seriously, some old lady was calling from like some kind of retirement company saying she was being held against her will and that she was hungry. And cold.

And you know when you call some annoying hotline, like say the bank, and if they put you on hold? You can’t hear us, but we can hear you. OK? So don’t be telling your redneck girlfriend “Lick my willy now, right here”

EEEEWWW