DELICATE, NOT JANGLY
Windchimes are such pretty things, no? Unfortunately for me, I was raised on a diet of crappy Chinese serials/movies where the delicate tinkle tinkle heralded the arrival or existence of scary ghosts that like to do nothing but spend their entire days (and nights) scaring the living and generally causing much mayhem (losing a limb is mayhem).
So today, under the glaring fluorescent lights of the RM5 shop, I closed my eyes and thoroughly enjoyed myself listening to the tinkle tinkle of the pretty little chimes. And hoped that tonight, I will be peacefully sleeping alone.
SEZ 'SAGITTARIUS' IN CHINESE
NOW YOU KNOW THREE WORDS :)
My friend SMSed me today and told me, rather excitedly, that according to my horoscope readings, I will start a relationship this year that will last for quite a while. Yes, we're girls, we like to kaypoh and compare horoscopes once in a while. I said, "Define 'quite a while' please," and she answered, "Your whole life!". Well that's scary. Item #1 on my 2005 wishlist has been dealt a grievious wound.
I wonder if the horoscope meant that we'll date for a while, break up and then remain friends for our entire lives. But I already have one of those, I don't need another one.
Also saw a pair of pants at Zara that resembled these. Unfortunately, they didn't have it in my size, so woe is me. I really really like them. *sniffles* Potong stim events like these (no available size, no avaliable colour) totally take the wind out of my sails. Bad mood and no ice-cream to help alleviate the pain, oh the horror.
THIS IS WHAT A JOURNALIST LOOKS LIKE
I think this whole journalism thing isn't working out; I ramble too much. Looking through some of my old posts, it's a wonder how anyone made it through the blocks of text, and I'm NOT fishing for compliments here. (I never fish. ;)) Of course, I've never actually sat through a Journalism lecture yet, so what I'm doing now is basically just writing stuff like normal people do.
Okay, so maybe not quite so normal.
ONLY COLOUR PIC OF THE NIGHT, HOW ABOUT IT? :)
AHEM, SELF EXPLANATORY, AHEM.
Final note: my mom is going to be reading my blog. I don't know when, I don't know why, but she'll be dropping by soon. Should I start deleting all the nasty things I said about her and all the sex-related posts in my blog? I don't think she'd appreciate reading about my Valentine's Day exploits (stupid would be linking this to make it easier for her to find :p) and I can just see myself answering "HOW do you know asparagus is bad, young lady?" (the term 'young lady' is strictly reserved for times of dire, uh, anger)
If you don't hear from me in a week, either my Streamyx conked again or I'm dead. Killed by my own mother, how sad is that? (These last few paras and the pic would probably contribute to my untimely demise, but then again life's not worth living if you don't live it dangerously)
Bring it on!
10 comments:
Try applying the horoscope reading to an 18-year old girl. ;)
Ooo, so those were THE pants. It looks pretty slim-fitting to me. Ah wait, you are one of those who are blessedly slim.
Quick! Go write a really complimentary post on your mom and perhaps she'd kill you in a less painful way. *grins*
Jesus, talk about quick. *grins*
Those pants are worn by a model, so naturally they would be a size zero. It figures that they would look slim. :) I needed a size 38, they had size 36 max.
If anyone else comments, there will be NO rude comments about my big ass, thank you.
I'm still hoping she won't have the time to come to my site, cos I gave the link to her on Tuesday. *hope hope hope hope hope*
wooo, Saffron the Braveheart... hope you don't die (albeit heroically) in the end though. ya, Zara almost always don't have my size either. now, u don't talk about my expanding waistline also, ok? hehehe ;)
Haha, Saff, I know about parents dropping by. One day my sis told me "D'you know Dad saw your blog?"
I went like, "Luckily I have been careful - How'd he find out? I guess I've to be careful now onwards, then!"
I just bought a pair of jeans from Zara, cheap cheap! Perfect size, design and colour - discounted ma. Shopping craze, before the Sales go out.
@A.
And all this while I thought you were a stand-up guy who didn't look at porn and stuff like that. Turns out you were checking out my ass. *grins*
@Buaya:
Thanks, I hope I don't die either, heheh.
I've resolved not to talk about the pants anymore, cos it just puts me in a bad mood. Hmm...on second thoughts, maybe I'll try hitting the KLCC outlet.
No expanding waistlines, check. Can I talk about your receding hairline then? ;)
@Narrowband:
Heheh, at least you didn't give your dad the address and your posts are all nice and normal. Your blog is the equivalent of the girlfriend you bring home to meet the parents. :)
Stop gloating about Zara pants already. *grins*
:) It can't be that bad, can it?
Oh I read the horoscopes in the Malay Mail, pretty extensive stuff. Says I have to wipe the slate and start anew and be more flexible. But I'm already darn flexible. :P
Geee... I'm a Sagit too. Wonder if the prediction will work on me too or not. :P Kekeke... maybe the mum child thing become more intimate after your mum starts be your reader ler. ;) Good luck!
I love wind chimes. Kekekekek.
@Resurrected:
I read the ones I get when some kaypoh friend emails me stuff. :) Mine also said I'll be rich. *fingers crossed*
@fish fish:
We Sagis are destined to rule the planet. *grins* It's pretty hard to be close to my mom if I'm dead, but then maybe coming back from the grave ain't so bad after all. ;)
@Bawang:
Yeah, they're so cool, aren't they? If only I didn't have this wholely irrational fear about things...
i can relate to you on the windchime issue..they scared the shit out of me and i detest anyone who gives me windchimes for gift, although i've given one to somebody *evil laugh*. my mom's reading my blog too :)
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