Fashion vs. Weather

People with a low tolerance for cold weather may sympathise more highly with me in this post. Especially those who are real fashionistas and believe in the 'oi leng moi mang' (want beauty, don't want life - direct translation) statement.

When I first came here on holiday bout 2 years ago, I brought minimal clothing so as not to have too much luggage and a pair of shopping slippers and a pair of sports shoes. My clothes consisted of long sleeve tops, vests I could layer with and long pants. No shorts.
By the end of the three week trip, I was dying to get back and start wearing shorts and sleeveless tops again. Bleh.

This time around, it's no 'easy' two week trip that'll end just round the next corner. So because I'm stubborn and yes, I'm one of those 'oi leng moi mang' people, I've decided not to care anymore! I mean, I know la that jeans are like the easiest thing to match (and thank God they're also the warmest thing around) but a girl would like some variation too. And I get so jealous when I see other girls (who've obviously been here longer than I have) sporting shorts and skirts. So, here my act of defiance! I'm wearing tropical shorts today! Hmph!

*legs turn into ice cream sticks* ah well..... -_-"

He liked it better when I couldn't cook or clean!

That should get all sorts of attention( Feminist or otherwise. heh). But yes, it's true. He likes it better when you're not a mother-hen running around with your head off still trying to mop up the blood while it spills from your neck. :)

And yes, contrary to popular belief that a woman's place is in the kitchen, I can't quite cook or clean very well. See, it doesn't take all those memes to get me to put up stupid facts about myself. I'm shamelessly airing the fact here! Besides, I've got friends who're in the same boat as me, so there! I won't put their names here though just so they can choose to air it themselves or put it into any future memes. :) *waves at friends*

Consider this though, if he makes a better cook than you (I won't say anything bout cleaning I mean, what's so inspiring about waltzing with a mop? Eh, if you're skinny don't take offence, k? -_-") why stop the gourmet chef in the making? Utilitarianism would agree that you'd be doing the world a good service by offering up another great chef to cater to palates all around and even if he never open a restaurant, you've got someone to whisk up something for you on your down days without having to worry he'll burn down the kitchen, no? ;)

Speaking of being down, it seems I have the flu again. It's a pain in the nosey that forces me to skip class but heck, I seem to want to blog when I've got it. *shrugs* And yes, I got a nice plate of omelettes for my sneezes, thanks. :)

Rendezvous with Mr Flu

"I seem to have caught you." I said, to which he graciously admitted.
"Tis an unfortunate time however as I have work to do and you're of no help." and then he replied, "Ah, but that's not what you say to a guest, unintended or not."
And I am forced to convene, "That's true. Then perhaps you could stage an escape seeing as I've 'caught' you after all and you are not my guest by your own willing means."
"But then to catch me you had to lure me here first."
"Once again that is the sad truth, I kept sleep at bay for too long and then embraced cold air after. But I really must work and you are making me impatient." Thus, annoyed with his smug air, I took him by the neck and left him at sleep's door. Ah, Actifed, my friend...

...

Yesterday was caps day to which I graciously forgot to blog so as not to add visual pressure to any surprise remnants of readers or lurkers I have left.

I have much work to do. Work which has sneakily piled up while I turned my back on it to live life. Nasty, nasty... and yet it is today that Mr. Flu has chosen to rendezvous with me. Nasty, nasty..

And in a sick way (ha ha), I do actually enjoy posting this nonsense that comes to me most often when I am ill.

Well, this line is my last deep breath attempt at living life before sticking my head back into that pile I must take care of.

non-holiday trivia

the time of the year when i would normally be joining in the Christmas festivities by revamping my blogskin is dampened by the fact that it is December and i still have exams coming. bummer. well, the good thing about this is, the current skin was done between after last christmas and before new year's so still quite relevant..in fact, it's even more relevant now than it was for the entire year! oh wow. *bimbotic gasp*

and with no relevance at all to the above save for the fact that we are still talking about Christmas, here's a little trivia. the pretty decorations and themes that malls and stores put up is not just for our eyes to feast on but also to add to the buying mood.
like, how many times toward the end of November have you happily and innocently walked into a mall only to be asaulted by *gasp!* Christmas decorations already! then you start thinking bout gifts that're yet to be bought and suddenly things you normally don't look at might be 'a good gift for so-and-so'.

well, the first part might be applicable to you if you're blur like me and the second part will happen if you're not like me. i tend to pick out gifts for people on the basis of when i see something that makes me think of them (usually) so, depending on that person's "luck" he or she will receive their gift uber early or uber late.

okay, random trivia over. time to rebury myself then.

chocolate rêve

-update-

told bi about my dream. he tempted too. now i has chocolate! teehee!

-endupdate-

I don't know if it's my recent passionate abandon for 'Pastry Passion' or the heat with it's oven bake-like qualities that bring you back to days when mother set the oven to heat while she mixed the dough and the kitchen would be this sticky stifling oven itself but you'd go in anyway just to see if you were lucky enough to get some of the mix before she popped it in the oven, or a combination of both.

Mayhaps even neither and tis only a withdrawal symptom but I believe something's up when chocolate invades even my dreams(!).

Having been tireder than I thought through the past week, I came home after Saturday morning class with the very enthusiastically cheerful Mr. V and proceeded to crash.

Best sleep I've had in a month and the eclaire of it all is, I had a chocolate filled dream. But even in my dreams I'm generous for chocolate is a bliss to be shared after all~ :)

In one scene I remember, bi was feeding me some of the Cadbury Marble he bought earlier. Ah bliss...I think this is the bit where he walked in and saw me sleeping with a smile on my face.

The next scene I remember is walking in on Carmen's mom enjoying her own stashed bar of chocolate and I told bi (in my dream) about it and we were laughing over it. ^^;

Well, it's not so funny now I'm up and the weather's still warm...I crave C.H.O.C.O.L.A.T.E!!!! T_T

woops.

was supposed to put up a post with some pictures taken at Urbanscapes (which was cool, btw!) with my meagre cameraphone amidst all the snazzy DSLRs but I guess I got lazy and never really bothered uploading.

Now I'm at Starbucks once more and having just read Pauline's latest post which took a jibe at three very dusty blogs, I felt a small twinge of guilt and proceeded here.

True to my Starbucks blogging tradition though, I MUST blog and so I shall.

I'm really supposed to do my final year project.

Well, a proposal for it anyway.

It's two pages long.

I hath no topic.

Raaaaaaaaaaaaaarrr!

That doesn't really qualify as a post, does it? Okay. Let's recount a certain 'woops' that happened yesterday...

My car battery died on me. Here's the thing, our classes started at 3pm yesterday but me and Carmen booked a 'date' with DaddyBryan to go eat spicy pan mee in KL so we went a lil earlier. Earlier meaning 10.30am when the sun is up and shining and switching on my headlights would be utter folly. So, no, I did not leave my headlights on.
We made it to uni, no problems. Now, leaving was the glitch. My car just wouldn't friggin start and we (Carmen and me) were tired and just wanted to brave whatever jam there was and get home. So after an SOS to Uncle Yeow Yeow, we just sat and waited. Thanks a lot to those bozos in two cars who honked and made very flattering noises in our drection when they saw our car bonnet up. I assume that aside from making said noises, none of you are capable of doing manlier things like lifting the car battery. Aide came in the much better form of a guy who stopped to ask if we needed help and even jumpstarted my battery for me. (Only, I felt bad about not being able to communicate well enough with him through my pathetic scraps of mandarin. meh.)
More calvary came when Yeow arrived and he tailed me to the mainroad to make sure things were alright.
Well, we made most of the way home alright. And then at a traffic light which was red, it died again. Just like that, right in the middle of the road. (that road is cursed to me on Fridays. I DON'T KNOW WHY) Oh the honking, dirty looks and glares I'm happily oblivious to. heh. And amidst the mess, God sent more angels. A bunch of boys probably going home after evening sports hung around when they saw the whole thing and even helped me push the car to the side of the road. phew! Crisis one lessened.
I must say one thing about the compassion of our famed AAM which promises to get you out of a scrap and with a smile too. Well, I called them as mom instructed, a nice lady picked up and asked for my car number and after some rustling, I was told my policy had expired and could I please ask my mom to fax over our policy before they dispatch aide. All this after I told her I was a sitting duck in my dead car smack in the middle of traffic. That is what I call cold blooded money making but let's let it go, shall we since I received quite more than enough unedserved aide in other forms. :) All through my conversation, Carmen called bi to tell him I was stuck.
He and his dad came after my car was pushed safely to the side and rejumpstarted it.
My car ran 'heartless' after that since my battery was truly and non-functionally gone. Bi drove and taught me how to drive properly if I were to be in that same situation again. (I sure hope not. >_<) And before that, while me and Carmen were playing damsels in distress standing on the divider in the middle of the road, bi's mom saw us and offered a ride home.

Yes, God, I'm thankful and listening now.