The world is awful

A party please

awful_dollhead — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 13:14:14 +0000

I would really like to have a party with balloons and fake flowers. Maybe we can have macaroons and chocolate tarts? Some savoury tarts too and fried chicken wings? A ton of crispy potato chips the kettle kind? Fizzy drinks in glass bottles like they do in Bangkok? Someone will bring cupcakes and I will dance to early Fab Four songs. We will blow bubbles and we will play frisbee with my new pink competitive frisbee. I just want a party please!

The saddest and happiest day of my life

awful_dollhead — Sun, 11 Jul 2010 03:38:03 +0000

This is not a new revelation but I just thought I record it down to let the world (yes, the four people that read this) what a heartless little bastard I am. The happiest day of my life was when the Pig died. It was such a huge relief to finally come out of his shadow and be able to just do whatever I want in my life and in my own home. But that also marked the saddest day of my life because the Pig left me his legacy and his fucking wife. I don’t know what else I can say. I really don’t know. I refuse to be a good child and follow the right way it is to maintain whatever little or much he left. It’s like, you know if you walk that way, you will suffer but you still do walk down that road. I don’t know when it was that I developed such a defense mechanism. Whatever they wanted me to do, I just can’t and will do something else to piss them off. For the record, I was a very very very obedient child when I was in school. This is really the truth, despite what the Pig may have thought. I was a very neat child but now my room is like a fucking earthquake zone and I don’t claim it’s a organised mess, it’s just a fucking mess that I can never find anything in it. I refuse to learn anything about investment and to grow my assets because I just don’t want to. Just a stubborn little child that will suffer later. I wonder whether I’m already paying my dues via this crazy bitch.

Tragic Thursday

awful_dollhead — Thu, 08 Jul 2010 15:12:24 +0000

Hello, I am still here in case you were wondering. It’s just been a mad rush to do abit of everything and nothing much it seems in the end. No exercise has been attempted since I recovered, though I’ve lost weight due to said fever.

I am an official fan girl, buying Jiro Wang’s latest picture book. I never been so obsessed since ………. Leonardo and Daniel Chan in secondary school.

I have my first Lomo camera, hello Diana Mini.

Filial Piety

awful_dollhead — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 05:40:25 +0000

Lately, there has been a mtv style advertisement about Filial Piety that has been running even on cable teevee channels. I use the term advertisement lightly. More like propaganda anyone? Sure, it pulls at one’s heart strings during the three minute long mtv-ish thing that includes a good dose of Hokkien thrown in. Good job, garment, someone’s getting more and more open minded by the day. Now if only we could watch un-dubbed TVB dramas without having to pay anymore premium.

I mean, come on lah. The family in the Filial Piety ad only had to take in the mother when she was like old, white and wrinkly. I don’t mean to be disrespectful but how about those having to live with their parents for all their life. Of course I mean me.

Garment works in wondrous ways. Social security is paid for by yourself, in the form of CPF, so that they don’t have to pay you any pension when you are old. Another load off the garment. Such clever people. Now with the greying population, they are afraid their citizens keep on dumping their elderly parents in home or without aid (hence burdening the social system(if any)). Well, trying to educate them now ain’t such a bad thing but come on, kids these days are so selfish that even their parents can’t teach them about filial piety then again, maybe they learn from example.

Cougar central

awful_dollhead — Mon, 28 Jun 2010 03:12:42 +0000

I’m sick at home with a 2 days mc. Though I hope to be at work tomorrow already. I always feel really angsty when I’m home sick because I always feel that something will happen at work and there will be trouble.

I’m watching a Get Real ‘documentary’ on CNA about much younger men marrying older women. Also known as the Cougar phenomenon (my term). There’s this married couple, a 37 woman and a 26 year old man. I’m not judging them but when he was speaking about how he was attracted to her, like how she was the epitome of what he wanted his wife to be, all I could concentrate on was how big her boobs are. I mean, that’s why he wanted to hit on her right? They were at least C cups lah!

The sand, the sea and the surf

awful_dollhead — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 03:31:18 +0000

I forgot whether I blogged about Bali yet. Though when you put seven girls together in a two room villa and private pool, there’s bound to be lots of splashing (points at BB).

But this picture just describes it all. Sometimes, life is very simple (of course if you have cash). Sometimes, all you have to do is lie next to the pool, with some of your good friends, some sea and attempted surfing, one of the most beautiful beaches and clear water you seen in your life, a bottle of Walking man shared mostly between two, an array of bikinis and summer dresses (or make that one dress for me), A&W and glorious pempek, two very kind boys who are willing for some reason unknown to chaffeur around. (I think I have blogged about Bali already, but nevermind).

Sometimes, all you need in life is to have Xiuru walking next to you, by your side, a frisbee in your hand.

Smells good

awful_dollhead — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 14:11:22 +0000

The bonus of the job is the horde of beauty products that I get to be exposed to, especially those cult brands that I had only seen on the pages of magazines.

Like Malin+Goetz Vitamin B5 Body Moisturiser. This is like my dream moisturiser. Citrus fragrance, lightweight but silky on the skin. Plus the minimalist packaging with the Swede inspired type font is just so Muji-quese, I like! I hope this body lasts me long enough. Yum yum!

A huge deal?

awful_dollhead — Wed, 09 Jun 2010 14:25:35 +0000

I got my medical test back from the doctor’s today. I have high bad cholesterol, apparently I have an abnormal urine test. So what did I do when I opened the letter to discover all this? I started on my MOS burger meal that I tapao-ed home.

I don’t know what comes now, as in, do I have to go back for a test? Damn this HDB medical check up for the loan. As for the cholesterol, I can’t give up fries as much as I want too. The flesh is very unwilling. Or the mind or both.

Well, one thing’s for sure. My pre ‘what happens when you die’ thoughts before I sleep will definitely multiply.

Bah Argh Gah

awful_dollhead — Tue, 08 Jun 2010 14:45:04 +0000

Everyone is bugging me. I offhandedly mentioned that maybe Bali is a good idea for a place to get married and then how she asks me about it every single night.

Sigh.

Haven’t been looking for any dresses too.

Maybe I should just get married at MacDs and wear my PJs.

What a pain this is.

Whirlwind Jakarta

awful_dollhead — Tue, 08 Jun 2010 14:35:38 +0000

As with all best intentions, I wanted to detail my weekend trip to Jakarta in (well of course) detail. But we all know about best intentions. I’ll try my best with kind of point form? If not, I will never get down to it.

Here goes:

Plane outfit – I am vain. I never mastered the art of travelling chicly though. I always believe my suitcase will get lost and all my best clothes would go missing forever. I don’t want to mourn on holiday. But ever since I went to Bali with the Tweedles, I realised just how severely lacking I am with it comes to holiday fashion. (and also just how little dresses I own but that’s another story). As I was going to be attending a wedding in Jakarta, I packed 3 dresses and 2 pairs of shoes (wedges and heels). Missy Hartono let me in on how girls dressed up, primped hair and IT bag with shoes. I never do well too with outfits worn on the plane but I think I managed to get it down to pat this time round. A black “I was in Paris” baseball cap, grey Zara 3/4 sleeved cropped denim jacket, sleeveless tie dye purple dress from Bangkok, blue footless Topshop tights and my trusty (and stinky) Stella McCartney for Adidas foldable flats. This time, because my knees were covered, they didn’t hurt on board the plane. Yay.

Harvey Nichols – The luxury lifestyle store was having its sale. I touched Lanvin, Missoni and various pretty frocks in person, floating on an air of cloud. The only reason I would even learn how to invest is so I can buy all these gorgeous dresses.

Level One – The row of shops leading to Harvey Nichols are kitschy like atas Haji Lane. A Lomo embassy? Sign me up.

Social House – In Harvey Nichols, just downstairs of Missy Hartono’s office. Poptart says that it’s like P.S. cafe. I never been to P.S. cafe, yes I am that sort of poser yummy place avoiding girl. But since I was on holiday, I’ll take a chance and said that I like the ice lemon tea there. They put a dollop of lemon sherbet in it.

Pempek and Bak Mee – Glorious glorious local fried food and too yummy oodles of noodles, I could eat every day!

Papilion Duo – When Missy Hartono suggesting going to this place for dessert, I didn’t know that after an hour plus traveling in the jam would bring us to this little corner in Pacific Place that I would fall in utter lust with. The desserts are Absolutely Divine displayed in the Pierre Herme tradition with artisan chocolates and bar chocolates were on sale too. But what caught my eye as we walked towards the glass doors was the Balenciagas and Comme Des Garcons clothes on display. Missy Hartono and I explored the circular table displaying perfumes like the one that Miss Hartono uses (I don’t know the brand!) and other cult perfumes. Balenciaga items are sold there and also CDG wallets. I mused over the wallet during our tea, I had this lovely dark and milk chocolate pyramid and took the bait after tea. This purple polka dotted embossed wallet is now all mine! I think I could live there. Love you Missy Hartono for being a such a wonderful host!