I love animals. Read: I love to wear outfits with animals. I still remember this flamingo top that had me at first sight. A little like this Christopher Kane for Topshop Croc Dress. I saw it on a girl outside Zouk last Friday. It was perfect. This dress is my soul mate. i.e. totally ridiculous. At this point, I would do anything for it. Steal it off someone’s back maybe? Alas, it is Out Of Stock on the websites (both UK and US) and honeys, the Christopher Kane collection is not available in our local Topshop. I know. Such a bitch.

Work…….. I try not to think about it. Procratination is Awful. The long weekend is good. I went back on Good Friday or as Jasmine calls it Jesus Dies Day. Hey, I am not the one who said that. And I brought back work to do so I do not have to go back today and tomorrow.

I am watching Saturday Night Live reruns on TV now and there is a young Bill Murray, Dan Aykroyd and Steve Martin. Old TV is so good.

Boys are great. Everyone should have one. I agree. The laney got me the Mac Hello Kitty bracelet and the makeup bag from Amazon.com because they were sold out in Singapore. Yes, sometimes they are quite useful. I did want the bracelet very much and upon further inspection, Hello Kitty is wearing booties. Yes. Such detail.

As mentioned earlier, I spend loads more during peak because spending money is totally distracting from how crap I am doing at my work and how much I hate it. And I also exercise more too. I did finally fall ill last last week, (high fever) and MIAed from yoga for almost 2 weeks (though I made it 12 times to yoga in March). Actual physical pain is also more distracting than the mental pain that comes from work.

So Missy Teo and I signed up for the Army Half Marathon or Sheares Bridge Bay Run or something. 10 km first in August then 21 km in December with the Standard Chartered Marathon thing. I am so fantastically bloody ambitious and Oblivious to my athletic prowess. Yes to you all, I do realise that I am going to die.

But first of course I need Shoes even if I am going to cry and run and cry while Missy Teo whizzes past me with the rest of them. Of course Asics will do because they are Ugly and have cushioning to protect my knees. No Fugly Nike polka dot prestos, no Adi Bounce. Just Extremely expensively and Ugly Asics. God never made anything far did they? Anyway I have not got them yet. I will. Like I will start running. And crying. How I like the way running (jogging, crawling) makes me feel. Like I am so happy to be able to breathe and do not wish to die like that.

With new Shoes that I have not got yet, of course I need a new running outfit. Whilst looking through running tanks and short shorts and running shorts that are high cut with netting (I never understood the point of netting in women’s running shorts, we are not Boys, we Will wear undies with our shorts, so why make netting? I have nice undies I do not mind flashing, plus netting gives me netting burn, I have big thighs), I find this short sleeved, pink and grey striped Nike hoodie. Of course I bought it. And of course I cannot wear it running.

And I found Lula in Kinokuniya. It is freaking Twenty Six Dollars but it is a coffee table book. It may be the most expensive magazine that I have ever bought but flipping through the first few pages of Advertisements, I could tell that it was more or less worth it. And Chanel Iman is the cover girl.

Jurlique has not been helping my face. Yes, I used to be one of those girls who had flawless complexion even though I did not eat vegetables. Unfortunately, times have changed, baby and late nights and not enough sleep and not eating vegetables have come to bite me on the ass (or rather the face). I have not been to the new Sephora at Ngee Ann City until today. And walking into it, I was so excited and within one minute, I held the Boscia Clear Complexion Kit in my hands. Hell, if organic does not work, maybe preservative free will. Hope is free. Skincare is not. But hey, whatever works. If not, I could invest in a very good concealer and start learning to put on makeup.

+ I have a disgusting number of new shoes and only 2 pairs worn. Still owe Seow money for one pair. I do not bring my cards out for lunch but in the end, Seow helps me pay first for my purchases.
+ I did not feel like I rested at all. Four days of…………. nothing much and still not rested.
+ I was going to do yoga on Friday and Saturday. But of course could not manage to get my ass off the couch though I had no plans.
+ I cannot manage a 90 minutes hot yoga class. I do not know why. Possibly the heat gets to me.
+ I need routines. I need to get rid of the ‘I do not know what I am going to do today’ attitude because I just waste my entire day in the end
+ I am going to sleep. I cannot bring myself to face Monday and work.

Lucky calls it Italian chic but preppy is more my style.

The perfect ‘diet’ is when someone dies. At least it works for me. I am fitting into pants that I could not previously pull up my thighs. Alas, my perfect 501s from university is one exception. I cannot button it.

Today is ‘casual friday’. I am wearing:
+ Button down G2000 white stripes on yellow shirt with the sleeves folded until the elbows
+ Khaki Zara pants (one of my most expensive pants) that used to be so tight that sitting it in was a chore but not for the moment anymore!
+ Floral green Urban Outfitters ribbon belt
+ Furla leather silver clasp bracelet
+ $19.90 DMK gold flats (I adore cheap comfortable shoes)

I love being fake skinny. It is fabulous.

Sunday:
+ Woke up to eat breakfast at cafe, scrambled eggs and bacon anyone?
+ Bri dropped us off at Market City, can you say shopping? The fun thing about shopping in Sydney is that the salespeople can mark down the clothes as they please.
+ Mission: to spend all the AUD I had. Not a difficult thing to do.
+ Walked through the city centre, QVC, shop, shop, shop.
+ Supre, Cotton On, Mambo, Mooks,
+ I bought a Tigerlily (my lovelove) pants, Emily the Strange top, Mooks top, slippers, Country Road yellow and white striped duffel
+ Ate AUD 5.25 cupcake at David Jones
+ Bri picked up us to go to Star City where we would not let me in because I did not bring my passport. Boo.
+ Ate at Oscars.
+ Ate at Gelatissimo – Death by Chocolate! Chocolate truffle. Yay!

Monday:
+ Dom’s mother brought us to eat at the Pavillion, sausage and hashbrowns
+ Last minute shopping at Chatswood
+ Back to sit on luggage
+ Off to airport
+ Bye bye Dominikki, I miss you!

Friday:
+ Went to the Westfield Chatswood, not as big compared to the Bondi one but big enough
+ Visited KMart (How I miss KMart and Target, one of the few happiest places around)
+ Bought a pair of Ugg-like Billabong boots for the cold, the salesboy was oh so cute! Can you say Hubba hubba?
+ Ate at sushi place, tried cooked beef sushi and katsu and cheese maki, tempura chef was Indian, culture shock
+ Took the bus to the city, using farecard (so long ago)
+ Went to DFS
+ Took million and one pictures of the Sydney Opera house from opposite the river and the right side because it was the touristy thing to do; Dominikki thinks its made up of bathroom tiles and it is yellow
+ Walked and walked to Veranda Bar where I got a glimpse of a non smoking place that sold alcohol
+ Walked and walked and walked to cheapo Italian place with delicious ‘stale’ (as if!) bread and schnitzel as big as my head (okok, as big as the place)
+ Ate chocolate and pistachio (no tiramisu, no pistachio, did I say pistachio? – Dom) on the sidewalk and froze while waiting for Bri to pick us up

Saturday
+ To Hunter Valley!
+ Bri drove and I did my usual sleep in the backseat (remember Jupes?) and watched black MTVs all the way, Bri has a lovely elegantly pimped ride
+ First stop, the chocolate factory and tasting some pink blush wine
+ Stopped for lunch and ate schnitzel again (but chicken this time round)
+ Visited Tempus Two – beautiful posh building, Audrey Wilkinson – wonderful view
+ Bri took pictures of me running around like headless chicken
+ Stopped on the way back to look at dog house
+ Went to dinner at Thai restaurant to meet a certain section of an Indonesia village

Every last Friday night of the month, there is late night shopping. Did you know that? I was in town with the two Sharons tonight. Hitting the shops the best way three girls could possibly do, with lots of gossiping and laughter.

Seow knew of Tonkichi (my ex favourite restuarant) too and we brought Chiam to try it out. I missed the place so much. It seems that they brought back the pork loin that I have been pining for finally. We showed Chiam the fragrance that was released when the sesame seeds were minced and mixed the plum sauce with the fine sesame powder to dip the pork with. It is amazing how we can just carry the conversation from work to parents to school back to work and not feel the time passing by.

We filtered into the three changing rooms in Lver. We called to each other and came out in the clothes for criticisms and appraisals. We told the truth and asked whether the clothes made our asses look big. I feel really comfortable with the Sharons. It is as if we knew each other forever. I guess working with each other and being in the same office does that to people. We knew each other’s styles and we knew each other’s existing wardrobes and almost the number of pairs of shoes each other had. We share the same big hips and the same problem in looking for bottoms, especially pants and skirts. So we can totally identify with each other. It was hall all over again except I seem to know these girls even better.

I was on the search for jeans. Real indigo denim jeans, not necessarily mixed with lycra to make skinny jeans easier to pull up or paper thin for the humid Singapore weather. I do not wear jeans. It is far too hot out there. But now I need jeans. Thick stiff jeans that hopefully would keep me warm in winter. Winter. That is how petrified I am of the cold. Buying warm clothes when the London details are not finalised yet. Finalised. That is a word I use everyday in work but when used in this context, it is foreign.

So i dragged The laney along with me on my hunt for the perfect pair of jeans. Which is really a laugh. More than the hunt for jeans that actually fit. In addition, these jeans had to be thick. Which proved to be about as easy as finding a needle in a haystack. The laney has the patient of a Saint. I was not particularly enjoying shopping for jeans, I do not even want to know what went through his head. Though I acknowledge he was useful in giving feedback that my ass looks huge. It does unfortunately. In every single pair of pants I have owned and tried on.

Skinny pencil jeans are the vogue right now and have been since a few years ago. But I do not own a pair. Simply because I cannot fit into them. I have hips and thighs. Two things that I am not proud of. Especially in the era of toothpick thin girls. But I work and my thighs have always been larger than average. I am desk bound most of the time which translates to the hips and thighs expanding horrifically across. Unfortunately, it is not something I can help.

Levi’s, CK, Armani Exchange. It was at Guess I almost cried. The very kind salesgirl who was so sweet and extremely helpful helped me find thick jeans which were not too low rise and not skinny. A mountainous feat if you ask me. The first pair I tried on was not bad. It accentuated my thunder thighs but hey, it fit and they were thick enough. Except they were button fly and for the life of me, I could not button the buttons. Whoever invented button fly obviously did not have to ever go to the loo in a hurry.

Another salesman came to give me advice which made me feel like J Lo. “You have a nice ass.” (Thanks, I know it is huge.) “You have proportional legs for your height, what do you wear, 27 or 28?” (Yes, on a good day.) He was as nice as the girl but the jeans were not fitting and I was losing patience.

Finally I headed to Miss Sixty. I have a pair of Miss Sixty. Almost obscenely expensive but who can resist Italian denim? I bought that pair of Miss Sixty’s when I was skinny. That must be like the most skinny pair of jeans that I have. On days when I squeeze myself in them, the squeezing process is something resembling exercise, that leaves me panting on certain occasions.

I molested the hanging jeans display and chose the one that felt the thickest. It looked higher waisted than the majority that I have seen tonight. The cute salesgirl suggested I try 26 even though I asked for 27 because she said that it was cut bigger. And the 26 fit. (Amazing) They were loose at the ass but they were straight cut. (Thank god. I am more over bootleg jeans than anything.) I asked the girl whether she might have another style that was slightly slimmer. (I know, I was just asking for it.) She passed me a pair which I gave up on when I had to struggle to pull up my thighs.

So I pull on easily (!) the previous pair and looked at myself in the mirror. It was ridiculously high waisted compared to the rest of the low rise ones I own and perhaps a little too roomy. But it was comfortable. Plus no muffin top on display. The rinse was dark. And it was 20% off. (Not much help actually)

But I bought them. Not entirely perfect. But close to it.

These shoes will be the perfect accessories to a playground outfit.

I just really am into Totes. This carrot jonquil pinic tote really got my heart pumping.

Ever since I got my hair chopped short, I realised just why guys wore caps so often. Because they are freaking lazy to wax and style their hair. As a fellow lazer, I have included two new caps for weekend use.

This one from Adidas is reminscent of an model Aryan boy (i.e. abit Nazi).

I got another one in army green from Roxy (couldn’t find the picture online) that is more along the lines of communist china.

And this Wool Khangai Tie Hat from Stewart+Brown is really really cool. But sigh, wool is not good for here.

Caps and hats, another accessory to obssess over. My colleague asked why I do not have pierced ears. As if I can deal with another whole range of things to buy. Heh.