Mad Pride

I like fixing things.

Cleaning dirty clothes. Assembling mess into whole. Turning a blank piece of writing pad into a lengthy piece of argument.

Try as I might, the irony is,
I can't fix myself.

Yesterday

Saturday was awesome!



My boyfriend took forever in the headphone shop and came out with nothing... ): The shopkeeper (?) felt sorry for me and gave me a yo-yo. Not like I know how to play but it's so cute hahaha.


Then we trekked down to *scape for Once Upon a Milkshake under the recommendation of my (now ex-)colleague. Om nom.

It was also then that it occurred to me that I might be too old for flea markets overcrowded with teens half a decade younger now.
The audacity of the thought.







French for dinner... The confit was a great disappointment ):

Un petit peu de la creme brulee...


& I got a present... (for no good reason at all, also the best kind of presents)!

These days have been semi-productive. Made new spectacles, among other stuff. I should be (s0) happy.


Over and out! xx

Delirious

Yesterday was my last day of work.



Tomorrow I'm going back to work again.
This does not quite compute.

Werk it

GEEK RINGS ALL!


Today I slogged my ass off for 10 hours in the office. Hence the puny eyes and puffy cheeks.
Tomorrow will be TWELVE HOURS. That's half a day. In the office.
I think I will be wearing my pyjamas.

These days have been good. Couldn't ask for any better.
Till then.. xx

Watch Me Burn

I like doing the same things over and over because I like the way I don't have to think about how things might turn out differently.

I also like going to work in the rain.
Life is good.
Let's carry on.

He's tired

I spent way too much money lately.

This was Saturday:


This week I have nothing to look forward to except picking clothes out for work, watching HIMYM on the way to work, receiving odd parcels in my mailbox (or not, if there is nobody home to collect them), and thinking of ways to save money. Or thinking of ways to not spend money.

So this is what is like to be an old and lonely cat lady...

Short stint

4 hours of sleep + $16.60 taxi fare was completely worth it.
My weekday splurges are now justified.

Current mission: Find clothes that are versatile enough for work and school.

SIBLINGS SUCK

Me: You have to pay me for wearing my tights because you will spoil them.
Sis: I give you a new product leh.
Sis: LOOSE.

It took me a while to get it.

Midweek crisis

I'm still alive...!

catharsis

I hate weddings.
I hate weddings on a sunday.
I hate having to dress up.
I hate having to dress up and winding up cutting a huge welt in my knee while shaving.
I hate it when we're running out of time and mom turns to me and say that her hair is undone and that she doesn't know what to do.
I hate it when my mom exhausts her resources way before time and pretend that it's not her fault.
I hate it when I realize that I might turn out to be just like her.
I hate it when I realize that there's nothing to do about my mom's irresponsible dependency issues except to learn to be otherwise.

I hate myself.