Reminiscing

Met up with my poly girlfriends yesterday. I must admit I deliberately wanted to show off a bit, since last round I looked somewhat like auntie in my simple dressdown outfit whereas everyone else managed to look professional chic, trendy or stunningly elegant. Well this time round there was elegant mom, stunning but simple mom, professional chic, and..... loud maturity. Maybe I was overly much with the matching black capris, black shiny shoes, big black onyx ring and chunky onyx bracelet and the killer GJ pendant. It's screaming, "LOOK AT ME, I'm CHIC-pretend". Sigh. Seems I'm not gonna get it right anytime soon. That reminds me, when at the Bali retreat recently, at the group dinner most people were simply but elegantly resort-outfitted. I was in casual smarts, the best I could say at least I had shiny bebe blings on my outfit. *rolls eyes* Oh of course, and a stunning pair of bling bling sandals which were the most impressive part of me. Bling sandals rock, I tell you. Except the ones that fell off and tried to assasinate my ankles recently.

Shoes 'O Woe

It must be shoe-curse week. My new bling sandals cut my ankle last Sat, then on Sunday I wore another pretty pair of bling sandals, only to have its sole fall apart whilst walking in Orchard road. I kinda had to shuffle my feet to nearest incognito place and wait for C to rescue me (there was some creative thinking and planning on how to get my sandals fixed whilst I squeezed in lunch, and more shopping). Then my feet got stepped upon by Timberland boots (C's big feet), and just yesterday (monday), my old faithful Hogans split. I mean, those hogans are solid synthetic strong plastic whatever, yet I was able to split the shoe right across the middle somehow just as if a knife cut through it. Today, thankfully, nothing happened to my shoes. Would have been pretty pissed since its a proudly brand new pair of tods.

V is for Vanity

What price for vanity? So I wore my totally new, totally shiny, totally un-needed new pair of crystal studded sandals today. It's so bling that it will blind one's eyes. Yet, woe of all woes, not only did one of the large bling crystals fell out whilst shopping (leaving my new bling shoe with a gaping hole), I also ended up with 4-5 bloody cuts across the ankle. This is truly the most vicious pair of evil shoes (so pretty, but so evil).

The other V is also for victim. So my shopping devil is back, and so is my addiction to K-drama. As history foretold, my Far East Plaza fetish also returned with a vengeance. All it takes are some pretty clothes and a very convincing store owner. Before I knew it, I now possess an armful of new clothes; the heady whirlwind romance, the rush of euphoria, the honeyed words, the indulgence of vanity, and finally, the partways of money well over 4-figures. Sigh.

V is for Vicious Vengeance of Vanity Victim.

The old ways

So the shopping devil is back. And so is the KR drama addict. I'm on to Princess Hours now. Gosh it's really so good. I'm up till nearly 2am every morning watching this. My eyebags are the colour of eggplant. But nevermind. K-drama wins the day. I'm supposed to go to yoga, but nevermind, K-drama wins the day. C is aghast, I even ignore his phonecalls cuz I don't want to be interrupted watching K-drama. Ya, the addict is back.

Speaking of old, the thing with computerization and automation these days is everything needs a password. I probably have 101 different passwords, how many do I remember? probably 3. Sigh. As I sit here struggling to remember the password of a certain account, I realise, my memory is no spring chicken anymore. More like spring vegetable. Of course, the account gets locked. Password reset needed. Drats.

Resurrection

It's back. The devil in me, the mad spender, the victim shopper. Oh she of the uncontrollable urges to gravitate towards a shop with the big S.A.L.E sign, hapless victim of GSS despite absolute resolve to abstain. Within 2 days, the proud (but silly) owner of 1 new bag and 3 new shoes, all which are completely unecessary. Within 3 weeks, this bring the new bag-shoe count to 3:3. Nevermind that I actually still do not have space in my room or the shoe cabinet for any new acquisitions.

Oh woe is me. To think I was only recently reminiscing with my friends about how as a young student I would wear the same 2 pair of shoes for 2 years, using kiwi whitener to whitewash it so we could save money. And how uniforms would be purchased 2 sizes too large so I could grow into it in the years to come. We have certainly evolved.

Extinction of the Dodos

I asked this question to C, and he said, well, humans landed on the dodo bird island, the birds never seen humans and came out to say hello. Humans whacked dodo to deah. Next dodo came out, humans whacked dodo to death. Another dodo decided to see what's happening, and humans whacked dodo to death. Etcetera etcetera. I looked at C incredulously. Surely he must be kidding? He looked at me deadpan and said, haven't you heard of the phrase, "dumb as a dodo?". Duh. Alright, so he does have the rep of the purveyor of all useless info. So I checked it out on the web and so there it is. Dodos became extinct partly from human slaughter. Hmm.

The Hunt for Pasta

The quest for good pasta at 4pm really says something about italian restaurant culture. I didn't just want pasta, I want damn good pasta, the al dente type, cooked to perfection, real deal italian style, not some california pizza kitchen overcooked maggie mee. C, my hapless partner, of course very kindly drove us from paragon (on a super crowded saturday full of GSS shoppers) to Spizza at Balmoral. Unfortunately closed. Then we moved on to 6th avenue (no pasta in sight), then Namly Gardens where La Nona resides (also closed). At this point he told me point blank, "you should really just listen to me for once, let's go Holland V". I shut the hell up. At Chip Bee gardens, everything was closed, and I was about to give a sharp retort when lo and behold, Da Paoloa Pizzeria is lonely but alive. Lasagne was excellent , as was the black truffle pizza. Case closed.

On a side note, the Galerie Cho Lon is having 50% closing down sale. Lovely lovely lovely furnishings but damn, I don't have a house I could put all those things into. :(

Moral of story, don't crave for good pasta during tea break. Nearly impossible to find.