Pics for a change

Was going through my blog and realised it's all text text text..so here are some old and new random pics for a change:


This was when Thundercat was still a kitty. I had just gotten back from the beach that day, hence the beach'y' hair. Thundercat was sniffing me at the time,as I probably smelled like salty sea water and we managed to catch it on camera. I remember it being a really really hot day because it was summer in Melbourne. Oh, and those were my Multivitamin pills I used to take everyday.



I smile when I look at this photo, because we were having a good laugh about something (check Daphne and me out with all our open-mouthed glory), although to be honest, I can't exactly remember what. Oh well, I'm sure it was hilarious though, possibly something dirty. You can barely see Maine's head at the corner right, but she was definitely laughing. It was Naufa's birthday and we were having drinks at some bar, then we headed off to spiegeltent for some dancing. Good times, good times.


I've just realised I haven't had my hair this long in ages. And I've also realised I look really young here. Crap. This photo wasn't taken TOO long ago, think it was last year, or the year before that. Have I really aged that much? No wonder everyone thought I was 18 back then!Excuse me while I hang myself. Anyway, this was at Melbourne Central and I met up with some friends to hang out and play pool (although I was more of a spectator) and kick some ass at air hockey. And kick ass I did. I may look all girly and harmless in the photo, but I swear I beat Solo (who is this 6 foot black thug hahah..fine, I'm exaggerating but he's tall and IS black anyway) and he left with his tail between his legs.




Okay, I don't really have photos of people from where I used to work at the cafe, so I've opted for this one instead. It was a staff party for all the workers at Plush, Chill out and Bluezone (cafes in Union House at Melbourne Uni), so everyone got together and ate a lot of sushi. As usual, people were shoving drinks in my hand and practically forced alcohol down my throat, but I held my ground. The two girls I'm with in the picture are the sushi girls who work at Plush - a cafe notorious for having hot chicks serve you your sushi rolls and asking you if you'd like "ginger, soy sauce or wasabi with that?". I don't have a picture of Chill Out (yeah, I'm more of a Chill out chick, where they send rejects from Plush - that place is brutal). Oh god, where did the green ring I'm wearing in the picture go??

Yes, that's a Lamborghini we're precariously leaning on. This was my first week at Paragon Publishing -which happens to be my first office job - and we were having our awards dinner for errr...cars. That was the first time I actually got to sniff the leather seats of supercars I once used to ogle from afar. Nice. Matiin(on my left), Mira (on the right) and I were doing our best 'car showgirls' impersonation. I think we kinda aced it. Kinda.


Ahhhh, who can forget their first column? Not me! So it may not exactly be about stuff I would normally write about, but every writer has got to start somewhere right?

The girls. At where else, but Suzi's? This was when Zara was back a couple of months ago, flashing us her beautiful wedding ring. I was having a bad hair day, obviously. This picture would be complete if we had Mar (who was and still IS in Perth), Naufa (who was in Melbourne) and Shikin (who was...somewhere in KL doing something) in it. One day we'll ALL be reunited,have faith, my darlings!



Yep, that's the Mini Clubman sitting in my driveway. At the time it was newly launched, so people gaped and stared because they've never seen that version of the Mini. I actually got to keep it for three whole days! Duuude, I so could've gotten used to that lifestyle. One day `Aainaa, one day.


Yasir (The Boyfriend) and I at Izrin's wedding. I swear, everyone was dressed up to the nines, I felt so under dressed. But he thought I looked beautiful, so that was all that mattered anyway :)


So we've come to the end of my 'visual' post. Hope you enjoyed them!

sloppy kisses!

p/s:I read my post and I sound so perky, it's almost weird. Next post will be angst'y'.

This is a happy post #5

I know all my previous 'happy posts' are of the little things in life that make me smile, but I just got off the phone a few seconds ago with my best friend Mariam, who's working in Perth right now and she mentioned something which has made me ecstatic. So she calls me and starts talking about this Singaporean guy who she's gotten to know over the past few months..how he's met her family and gets along so well with them, how they text and call each other constantly - just a brief summary of what's been going on. This pretty much brings us to the highlight of our conversation about her relationship with Zuhairi (we don't normally speak in Malay but she was in her office at the time) :

Mar: ...jadi kita dah bersama (so we're together now).

Me: Jap jap jap jap jap (wait wait wait wait wait)....what? Wait ..wait...wait (yes, obviously that's the only thing I say on repeat when I'm shocked about something)

Mar: Okay.

Me: Jap....you're saying you're together? Like together?

Mar: (laughing) yes!

Me: Wait, like boyfriend girlfriend together?

Mar: YES!

Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Right. So before you assume I'm overreacting, I don't think I am. Because this is the first Malay boy Mariam has dated in donkey years. This girl has seen Indians, Arabs and White Dudes. No, I'm not being racist, hear me out. There' s absolutely nothing wrong with dating other races, of course not - my friend Zara is married to a Mat Salleh and happily living in SCOTLAND. But there is something wrong with the relationship, when religions collide and both partners have to go separate ways after they've been together for years - I've been with Mar through these trying times in her life and this girl has endured so much. I've cried with her when she's crying on my shoulder, I've listened to her pour her heart out every single time, fighting for her relationship when she knows it's almost a dead end, and then ending it because she knows it's the right thing to do. This girl has been through everything; she's been broken a few times, she's given herself selflessly in relationships and she's had her heart stepped on again and again...and you know what the amazing thing is? She gets up and she's not afraid to love again after all that heartache.

Mar,

You are the one person who I really feel deserves all the love and happiness in the world. I'm so happy for you, sayang. Zuhairi, if you're reading this, take care of her for me will you...she's a keeper.

Love you, babes.

What's your beauty fix?

So, this post is special. It may seem 'un'special but trust me, it's special. I'm not letting you people know YET why it's so special (that's four 'specials' so far) but you'll know why soon. Let's just say it's the first of many more to come, as I'm testing out the waters of all things 'beauty' related. Wink. Shamaine, hush yo' mouth, girl! Haha. Anyway, I'm on the prowl for good makeup after realising I can't keep on digging into my already dried up foundation bottle and swirling my brush into an almost non-existent compact blusher. And with so many products out there to choose from, one can get overwhelmed when faced with the smorgasboard of goodies promising to turn you from plain jane to bombshell vixen in one application. And in the end, some of us may just grab a product which is pricey, yet totally unworthy of us spending almost half our paycheck on, which is something we all want to avoid, I'm sure. Thus, I find that getting personal recommendations from friends about beauty products is always your best bet (and also a quick shortcut) when makeup shopping. Admittedly, I'm not an expert at the art of 'warpaint', but I'll share what I know. Here are my top picks:

Loreal True Match foundation - This one is possibly the best out of the best of your drugstore makeup choices. If you're on a budget then look no further. I've tried A LOT of foundations (those which don't cost more than RM60 of course) and I've had too thick, too thin, runny, cakey, everything you can imagine. This foundation simply disappears into your skin upon application and won't look like you have a mask on. So slap it on, sisters!

Bloom Liquid Eyeliner (jet black) - Everyone knows I can't LIVE without my eyeliner, like how Cleopetra probably couldn't live without hers. Okay, straight-up, there's a pro and a con with this eyeliner. I like to start with the con, so the pro may just suggest it not to be that big a deal after all. Con : very strong when you line your eyes, so you risk caking up your eyelashes. You may need to have tissues at hand to wipe it off your lashes ASAP, or you may look like you have a very dodgy brand of fake eyelashes on (possibly one for drag queens) . Eye-makeup remover would also do the trick, but be careful you don't wipe off your eyeliner, because I know what a bitch that can be, especially if you've managed to achieve a perfect line, after only four hours. Pro : Honey, you can scream, cry, jump, hang upside down, go swimming with the sharks, make-out - whatever you feel like doing, this eyeliner will be your companion without as much as a smudge. Men may think of abandoning you, but this eyeliner never will. I know, very random, but whatever.

*Tip : Use a liquid liner for your top lid and a pencil eyeliner to line the bottom of your eyes. Recommended pencil eyeliner which won't give you panda eyes : MAC powerpoint eye pencil in 'Engraved'.

Okay, you know what, I'll leave all of you with those two for now. I don't want to be a bore, and those of you who don't give a twat about makeup are probably snoring by now. But I'd love to find out about the products YOU swear on, because I'm thinking of re-stocking my makeup bag. Don't be stingy and share share share share!

sloppy kisses!

p/s: Anyone know a REALLY good hair straightening iron? And please don't say GHD - mine was screwy.

This is a shout out

...to my 'invisible' readers, whom I THINK read my blog from time to time because they've told me so! Not a lot of people, but every reader counts! Yay!

They are...drumroll please...

Syibba, Eduardo and Raina (yesss I still remember you telling me you check my blog when you're bored. I was smiling so widely when you told me..I hope you're still doing it, darling.)

You people fuel my creativity. I'll try to write interesting posts. Seriously.

Oh and if there are other 'invisible' readers out there, it would be nice if you let me know - spread the love!

sloppy kisses xoxo

Patience is a virtue

Recently, ESPECIALLY when I'm PMS-ing, I find myself getting a little too emotional than people around me may be able to handle. I'm afraid that after a while, these people might just start to look at me and think I'm plain old crazy. And when I say "people", I actually mean Yasir. The sweet boy has seen me cry more times than I buy shoes - and I buy shoes a lot. When I'm PMS-ing, I cry at EVERYTHING. I cry when I'm watching a sad movie, but I also cry when I 'm watching a happy movie. I cry when I'm tired. I cry when I feel fat. I cry when Yasir says something sweet to me, I cry when we're fighting. I cry because it's a Tuesday. And so it goes on. So last night after work, we were in the car having an intense conversation about life, the goals we want to accomplish, the 'if Josh Hartnett/Brooke Burke was naked in front of you and wanted to sleep with you would you do it knowing that you would lose me forever' kind of questions...deep stuff. And then Yasir proceeds to tell me about how he feels that the most important characteristic a husband should have is patience. Apparently, his father used to say to him:

"Yasir, akal perempuan ni pendek. Kena banyak bersabar."

I know girls, I know. We don't like the fact that men are referring to us as narrow-minded creatures. We HATE it when they tell us we're too emotional. That we're incapable of controlling our feelings. I mean, why are we any different than guys?

Well, you know what, we are.

I know this because I've seen it and you probably have too, in your household. My uncle is extremely patient with my aunt, when she's having one of her mood swings. She's a bit dramatic, a little eccentric, but he's always there to calm her down. And my grandfather? He is the most patient man I know. My grandmother can be dramatic sometimes too- one time during dinner, she decided to smash a plate to the floor because she was upset about something. Of course while doing this, she was also screaming. She was yelling about how she was sick of her life, how she wanted to leave...and you know what? My grandfather didn't even raise his voice. And by his magical powers, she eventually calmed down.

My grandfather has always told me, eversince I can remember, that one of the qualities I should look for in a man is patience. Year after year, as if he forgets that he's ever told me, there will be a time (it's usually when I'm lying down beside him, or when he's sitting in his favourite chair watching some Malay drama with my grandmother) when he says to me, "`Aainaa...find a man who is patient. Someone like your datuk. That's the most important thing, remember that". Then I would nod, and he would go back to sleep.

And so last night, while Yasir and I were in the car and he was talking about how his father had advised him to be patient with his wife, I was dead quiet. Then he looks at me and asks me, "Do you think I've got what it takes to make a good husband?"

And I don't know if it was because I was PMS-ing big time or the fact that his father had advised him to be exactly the man my grandfather had asked me to find, but I started crying. And while my mascara smudged my face and tears ran down my cheeks for the one millionth and one time since Yasir and I have gotten to know each other, he wiped away my tears and hugged me, no questions asked, like it was the first time he's seen me cry.

And that's exactly how I knew, at that moment while we were sitting in my car, that he would make a good husband indeed.

Am-bitch-ious

I've always wanted to have my own business. It's a bit strange, considering I come from a family with NO business background. My mother however, keeps on insisting that selling insurance (she's a part time insurance agent) IS a business. But I'm not talking about part-time selling, I'm talking about the real deal. I'm talking about starting from scratch, bloodsweatandtears, your own idea/product business. And some people say that if you're toying with the idea of starting your own business, having a family with ZERO business background is already a disadvantage in itself. And I can now safely say that this rumour is actually true. Although my mother is a business lecturer (how ironic is that?) she lacks the hands-on knowledge that is valuable for every starting entrepreneur who wants to listen about personal experience. So now I'm turning to books like 'The Complete Idiot's Guide to Starting Your Own Business', 'Think rich and grow rich' or business advice on the web. Hey, you've gotta start somewhere right?

And after doing some research, I've realised one common advice coming from all these resources - to start your own business, you've got to want it SO BAD, to an extent where you may even be OBSESSED with it. You've got to have this burning desire in you, to fuel you to take that giant leap. Let's face it - a lot of us are chicken shit to start something of our own, in fear of failure. Our own mind is the first major obstacle we have to overcome - and this obstacle alone is enough to make you stick to your desk job year after year, because it's safe. There's nothing wrong with a desk job, but for those who have always DREAMT of having something of their own and being their own boss, the fear of failing is a tough one to conquer. I, myself, am a competitive bitch, for lack of a better term. I hate losing. And FAILING is something that I know may potentially crush me. But I know that I'm willing to accept failure and grow from it. I know that having your own business is nowhere near a walk in the park. Things will happen that will cause you to tear your hair out or bang your head against a wall. But I'm so obsessed with wanting my own business, that I'm willing to wear a wig after I tear all my hair out, pop some band-aids on those scars on my forehead and start where I left off.

But business talk aside, the mind is a terrible thing. It is the single, most dangerous obstacle you could have, standing in between your current unsatisfying job and actually doing something you're passionate about - something you know that would be so much more fulfilling in your life. It doesn't have to be about earning a lot of money at all. I was having dinner with my friend Shamaine the other night and she told me of her dream of moving to Greece and working in a hotel, at the front desk. I also know people who travel to other countries to teach English to kids. These people aren't paid a lot. They may not have that glow that rich people get from using expensive facial creams or makeup, but they've certainly got that inner glow that comes through because they've experienced something so fulfilling in life. And it's this glow that I aspire to achieve.

If you're one of those rare people who is doing a job that they love, then consider yourself extremely lucky. But if you're like me and you know you've got so much more to offer and you could be doing something more rewarding, something that feels right, then you'll know where I'm coming from. Everyone knows the saying 'life is short' or 'you only live once', so why do we insist on doing something we're not passionate about, day in and day out? I'm not talking about quitting your day job right this instant - but I am talking about ACTUALLY doing it one day. You know that if you don't take that leap, you will possibly never forgive yourself. You're willing to overcome your fears, to overcome your insecurities and you ARE going to take that first step. You know there's no other way, but to act on your dreams. In my case, it's buying every book on business, deciding what business I plan to do, talking to other entrepreneurs about their experiences, meeting a financial advisor - and that's not even the tip of the iceberg. There's no doubt that there's A HECK OF A LOT to do, but I already have the PASSION and the DETERMINATION to want to achieve my goals. And its these characteristics alone that tell me that already, I have the makings of a successful businesswoman.

Turning 25 in two weeks.

....five more years till I'm 30. Breathe `Aainaa breathe. Must start stocking up on anti-wrinkle creams and HL milk. Brittle bones can be the devil.

Career woman vs Supermom

Lately, something strange has been happening to me. I don't know if the recent whirlwind of engagements, weddings and 'giving births' has something to do with it, but I find myself battling with two sides of the ultimate goals I want to achieve in life. It may be no secret to some of you that I'm contemplating my career path - I liken myself to a caged bird, wanting to taste the freedom of flight. I want to succeed, to build a name for myself, to have something of my own. I want to be that woman in a sleek and sexy work outfit. Most important of all, I want to be able to make enough money to buy anything I want from a high-fashion store and not think twice about it when I stand at the counter register. I want to be able to have jars of La Mer on my dressing room table. I'm not just talking about buying expensive clothes and facial creams, I'm talking about financial freedom. I want to live the comfortable life, live in a beautiful home, lavishly decorated. I want all these things.

Then, there's this other side of me that has been kicking in lately and it's kicking quite hard - you guessed it, my maternal instincts. I find myself secretly envying married couples (ESPECIALLY if they're young) who walk around shopping malls with a bouncing baby in tow. The other day, I was in the female restroom at The Curve and this adorable young woman in a floaty pink dress, who looked around my age was changing her baby girl's diaper. She looked a little flustered as she struggled to complete her task, but she was smiling while her baby gurgled happily. I'm even smiling as I'm writing this now, because it was such a cute sight. I saw a little bit of myself in her, once I have my first baby (Insya-Allah). The sight of a mother bonding with her child never fails to bring this excited little flutter in my heart.

I know a lot of my friends place 'climbing the career ladder' over having kids first, but secretly, deep inside me, having a family of my own is a dream of mine that would fulfill me more than any designer outfit or jars of La Mer ever will. Of course, having a fulfilling career and making a name of your own is GREAT and something I still definitely want to achieve in life. I'm not just going to be a baby-making machine, but I know where my priorities lie. I want to be there for my children, not just dump them on the nanny while I attend meetings and events. I've also realised that women who decide to concentrate on bringing up their children are looked down on by some career-minded women because they're just so 'old-fashioned'. Seriously, these 'modern' women should be knocked on the head. Yes, it's admirable that you're so successful and making lots of money, but being a mom isn't easy, I'm sure we all know that. It's no secret that even Oprah has said time and time again that being a full-time mother is the hardest job in the world. What you deem 'fulfilling' in life is different for different people.

And so I've been pondering lately about what I deem fulfilling in MY life - and out of 'career woman' and 'supermom' `Aainaa, I've decided that no matter what job I'm doing, or wherever I am, when my family calls me, I will always, always come running.

In my Manolo Blahniks.

:)

This is a happy post # 4

I've realised that I usually put these happy posts up after I feel like shit. I suppose thinking about the little things in life that make me smile helps perk me up a little. So here we go :

- Seeing a cute old couple holding hands, still very much in love with each other after all these years

- Scenes in a movie where an animal is being rescued and eventually emerges unharmed

- Will Smith in Hancock (if only all street bums looked like him!)

- My datuk. His senget smile, his crinkly eyes, his goofy laughter and his silk-like white hair. Everything about him makes me smile :)

- This one's cheesy, but really, I feel all tingly inside : seeing a rainbow after the rain. It feels like God is reminding me that everything is going to be alright, just have faith in your heart.

- A slice of good cake.

- Winning in a game. Yes, I'm competitive, I can't help it! But I'm learning not to be a sore loser, people!

to be continued.

When feeling rejected

One step at a time
Jordin Sparks

Hurry up and wait
So close, but so far away
Everything that you've always dreamed of
Close enough for you to taste
But you just can't touch

You wanna show the world,
but no one knows your
name yet
Wonder when and where and how
you're gonna make it
You know you can if you get the chance
In your face as the door keeps slamming
Now you're feeling more
and more frustrated
And you're getting all kind
of impatient waiting
We live and we learn to take

[ Chorus ]
One step at a time
There's no need to rush
It's like learning to fly
Or falling in love
It's gonna happen and it's
Supposed to happen that we
Find the reasons why
One step at a time

You believe and you doubt
You're confused, you got
it all figured out
Everything that you wished for
Could be, should be, would be yours
If they only knew

You wanna show the world,
but no one knows your
name yet
Wonder when and where and how
you're gonna make it
You know you can if you get the chance
In your face as the door keeps slamming
Now you're feeling more
and more frustrated
And you're getting all kind
of impatient waiting
We live and we learn to take

[ Chorus ]
One step at a time
There's no need to rush
It's like learning to fly
Or falling in love
It's gonna happen and it's
Supposed to happen that we
Find the reasons why
One step at a time

When you can't wait any longer
But there's no end in sight
It's the faith that makes you stronger
The only way you get there
Is one step at a time


[ Chorus ]
Take one step at a time
There's no need to rush
It's like learning to fly
Or falling in love
It's gonna happen and it's
Supposed to happen that we
Find the reasons why
One step at a time

[ Chorus ]
One step at a time
There's no need to rush
It's like learning to fly
Or falling in love
It's gonna happen and it's
Supposed to happen that we
Find the reasons why
One step at a time

Short bit

Found this piece in my old friendster blog, part of my Creative Writing when I was in my first semester at Melbourne University. If you love true stories, you'll like this one (I hope!). I think some of you have read it, oh well. Enjoy anyway!

“Hold your breath! Paddle with your arms and legs!”

He threw me into the pool and I cried out in surprise. I trashed fiercely, my skinny arms and legs flapping about, desperate to keep my head above the water, just to take in a mouthful of it. It tasted like bug urine mixed with slimy seaweed but I gulped it down quickly, terrified of making a fuss in case he got mad. I started sputtering and coughing, and water came out of my nose.

“Didn’t I tell you to hold your breath? If it’s so bloody hard, just pinch your nose!” he yelled, the sides of his jaw twitching.

You see, two things would happen when my father got really angry. His jaw would twitch ever so slightly, and his nostrils would start flaring, which reminded me of the bull I used to watch on television, during cartoon hour on Sunday mornings. Except he didn’t have a ring pierced through his nose. And this time I was the red flag.

I’m going to drown, I thought helplessly to myself. I’m going to drown, and he’s just going to stand there and watch me. I swallowed another mouthful of icky water and desperately reached out to cling on to my father’s wet shorts which were plastered to his thighs, but he pushed my grubby fingers away.

“Stop being a baby and float goddamnit!”

I decided I was going to drown then. I was going to sink deep into the bottom of the 5meter swimming pool and drown, right there in front of my father, just to spite him. I hated swimming! I hated water! I hated him for making me swim in this stupid yucky swimming pool! I hated him so much!

But then something happened when I tried to drown. I didn’t drown.

I started to float.

Just a scary thought.

You know how brides are always described as "the blushing bride"? Something tells me I'm going to be "the wrinkly bride". Oh god. Oh god. I need a brown paper bag, I can't breathe. Why the fuck did I have to go through photos of people my age getting married and having babies?? I always do this to myself, it's sick. GAHH!

Dressing for your car and shiny paint

So...if you've noticed, I've got quite a few posts related to fashion, which will pop up from time to time because it's IN MY BLOOD damnit. Now, if you're a dude and you've been reading my blog then I am probably going to lose your interest if I don't start posting about other things non-related to shoes soon. Forgive me. I'm having a bit of a writer's block at the moment, so this entry is very 'dear diary' material, bear with me, my darlings. Speaking of which, I'm not even sure if I've got readers of this little blog of mine, but I'd like to think I do, as that fuels me to write - it's a nice feeling knowing people appreciate your thoughts, or find them remotely interesting. It's possibly the HUGEST compliment anyone could ever pay me, as a writer. If you've got something to say, drop me a comment, I won't bite - and at least I'll be motivated to update my blog more often. I have this tendency to stray away from things which don't manage to keep my interest anymore and I have an eerie feeling this might happen with this blog o' mine sometime soon. That said, this post will probably garner '0 comments' at the end of the day. Oh well!

Anywhoodle (I picked this expression up somewhere, thought it was cute, just like "thankies"), let's start. Dear diary, yesterday I went shopping after work. Very exciting. Actually I'm not sure you can even call it shopping, because I only stepped foot into one store. Which is GOOD because I know had I stepped foot in other stores, my wallet would be in serious trouble because I don't trust myself a day (or days) after my salary cashes in. It was a little after 7 o' clock and I swear, I almost tried everything in that darling of a shop. I'm sorry Naomi, for you having to put everything back on the hangers! I won't go into detail about what exactly I tried on, but I ended up buying this Ashley Olsen-esque playsuit in a dark teal colour and a nautical blue and white striped loose top/dress which I'm wearing now, which looks adorable with my red Myvi. Yes, I said Myvi, the car. Did I mention my car's here already and her name is Little Red Riding Hood (Thanks Yasir, you ain't a copywriter for nothing, darling). And as I suspected, I am now dressing to match her. Men can scoff and think I'm absolutely nuts, but you ladies would know what I'm on about. Or is that just me? When I first purchase something, like say, a watch, then I would tailor my whole outfit to that piece. I'm not talking about just taking into account the object's colour, but the whole 'look'. When I first bought my classic-looking, semi-masculine silver watch, I wore it with classic-looking, semi-masculine outfits. By the way, tips on dressing with your car : if it's red please don't wear a red outfit. Just hints of red would do - yesterday I wore a simple white tank, my dark blue skinny jeans and red heels. Subtle, of course. And you don't necessarily have to wear anything with red anyway, a sleek black ensemble with a hot red car works too - I am waiting patiently for the day when I get to step out of Red Riding Hood wearing my white tube dress. Anywhoodle (yes I'm going to keep on saying this till the novelty wears off), I don't want to be jabbering on about fashion anymore, because then this whole blog of mine would turn into a fashion blog when it really isn't.

Actually, I've been contemplating getting something done to my car. It's this Auto Paint Protection (or known as PPS sealant) at Shine and Shield which apparently locks in your car's colour and makes it resistant to environmental hazards which can dull your pimp ride. I've been particularly concerned about how my Myvi's red colour might turn into proton taxi red (aaack!), god forbid if that actually happens. I'm really, really thinking of getting it done pretty soon. Although the pictures in the website have me worrying if my car will look like it's a giant moving mirror. Well at least I can check to see my hair's in place as soon as I step out of my car. So, is anyone familiar with this PPS thing? Any feedback would help. Thoughts on if I should get it done? At this point I think I'm willing to try anything to avoid looking like I drive a taxi. People might start flagging me down and ask me to drive them to Pudu Bus station. Besides, I'm unsure of what taxi drivers wear - I don't own any checkered shirts and actual man pants.

What say you, yay or nay to PPS?

Found another one!

Finally someone not from Cali, but from a country where people speak in sexy accents and have scones at tea time. I love Kirsty Lee! :


Besides the fact that she has sex hair like I do (yes, that's a nicer way to label messy and ruthless hair), I covet everything in her wardrobe. Be sure to check out her older posts, why don't you. More fashion inspiration, don't you just love me? Click away, my pretties!

Excuse me..

..but I really want a men's watch. I saw one in Guess which had a black strap and would look so sexy with any outfit, and I've also been contemplating of getting one that looks even more masculine-like :

A bit businessman-ish, I know. But that's what makes it so terribly appealing, because I'm not one (is that a weird reason?) and there's something about its obvious man-like appearance and obnoxious gold tone that makes it look sexy against a sleek outfit. Case in point - here's a pic of Sienna Miller sporting one, grabbed from gofugyourself :


I don't necessarily like the watch that she's wearing, but it's the closest example I can find right now. My birthday's coming up, will definitely be pondering about this one for a while. Hmm.

Okay, I just realised you can't see the watch properly on Sienna. But you get the idea!

This is a happy post # 3

My last post was a little too emo, so I think it's only appropriate if I change the mood up in this 'hood and talk about the things that make me happy like a fat kid digging into chocolate fudge cake:

- Getting my ebay purchases in the mail (this one hasn't happened in quite a while, but I still reminisce the times when I used to jump up and down like a kid as soon as I saw a package sitting on the front doorstep, run upstairs while ripping at it and immediately trying on what I bought..then wearing it around the house for a whole day before taking it off again.)

- A new notebook. Somehow the blank pages make me excited at scribbling down ANYTHING, but I end up doodling random gibberish,like hearts and flowers. But still, very exciting.

- Hearing my favourite song on the radio while I'm driving. This one is predictable, but it makes me really really really happy. I would usually let out a half squeak, half squeal, and proceed to turn up the volume, of course. Then depending if it's an emo song or a fast song, I would get really depressed or do the finger dance.

- Mamee monster snack (I'm actually having one now as I type this).

- Stupid fart jokes. I know, I know, brainless but they're hilarioussss

- New posts on Gofugyourself . These girls make me want to pee in my pants. I really can't stop bursting out laughing at their sarcastic and witty humour. Go go check it out if you haven't!!

- Guys who smell yummy. Don't you men get how sexy you appear to us if you actually don't smell like sweat and armpits? Even if you look like Mamee monster himself you can still score when you smell of Calvin Klein cologne.

- Don't ask why, but airplane food. I get excited when I see the stewardesses getting the trolleys out. Somehow I'm hungry 24/7 when I'm on a flight and snorting away into a tissue from watching a sad movie.

- When a new Tim Burton movie comes out. I LOVEEEEEE him, he is my favourite auteur. I also absolutely ADORE Helena Bonham Carter, if ever I get to meet her one day I will possibly pass out. But only after I tell her how awesome she is.

I think that should be enough to counter-balance the previous angst-y post.

sloppy kisses and super love xoxo