shelled & deshelled

But most of the time, it’s just irritating.

I can’t go for a piss without three of them tagging behind me…

And then Tiny pulls the usual “please hug me” look.

If you think they’re cute, please friggin’ adopt them before we have to send them to to SPCA.

You know you are old enough when you read each item’s description carefully and immediately close the browser tab in disgust when you see the words “hand wash” or “dry clean”.

Now the only thing left to ponder about is: Are you being practical because you’re now grown up? Or are you just trying to save yourself from further domestic agony?

All that can be confirmed now is that you will probably never wear that beautiful chiffon top within this decade. (We wait til the arrival of domestic help to embark on wonderfully fragile pieces like these.)

Two nights in a row? I’m shocked. Lost for words.

Really making up for lost time spent working OT, aren’t we?

Someone’s really a changed man!

I think I’m starting to fall into a shoes/bags/accessories phase of my shopping “career”.

The recent additions to the shoe collection…

- Yoga Slip-Ons from La Senza

- Medium Impact Slip-Ons from La Senza

- Xhilaration Brown Freida MidShft Boot from Target

And I just ordered another pair of boots and a pair of gold/black Havainas…

Then the bags…

- Isaac Mizrahi for Target Buckle bag

- Isaac Mizrahi for Target Classic Tote

And then I am eyeing this YakPak bag going on sale at Hot Topic… No need to eye it anymore. Completely sold out already.

I haven’t mentioned the headgear I’ve been looking to buy to cover up my soon-to-be bald head.

WTF.

And to think I am already discounting away the Hello Kitty stuff and the ridiculously cheap Cotton On stuff I bought. And the stuff I got from La Senza to sell at the next flea.fly.flo.fun event in August (trust me, it is SERIOUSLY cheaper). And that expensive “sperm” ring.

And the authorisation I got from Hubs to order a whole horde of clothes from Victoria’s Secrets. Clearance section, of course. I am auntie, remember?

I think I need psychiatric help. I have shopping addiction!!

But seriously, I’m sure the whole world knows I have problems with curbing shopping by now. *repeats to self* “There are happier things than shopping. There are better things than shopping.”

But seriously, I am not spending out of my budget. Yet. These things are so uber-ridiculously cheap, you won’t even believe it.

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P.S. I will have to blog less about my shopping from henceforth, because there are “old people” reading my blog and my ears will be nagged til they fall off by these “old people”. Old people, you know who you are.

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Oh oh! Maybe I can lock my shopping posts. Then only my shopaholic friends can gain access. HURHUR.

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Sales section coming up soon in this blog. Look to the tabs under the blogheader.

Remember in the last post about Joshua I said I’ll be trying to capture his water-bottle trick?

I managed to get him to do it for me!! And I caught it on film.

It’s funny how hard he tries to make the adults laugh. Definitely some showmanship there!

When things go wrong
my feet develop wanderlust.

The home is no longer a safe haven.
Not when I already am kept here more than I’d like to.
Not when I want more out of this.
This home is not a sanctuary.

A place to confine me to my daily duties.
A place where I am forced to face up to issues I don’t want to face.
A place where it takes so much effort to balance all the delicate issues.
Tiring.

You can always quit a job if you’re not happy.
This…
You can’t just quit like that.

There’s no thought more tempting than to just dress up and get out.
To a club where the music is louder than my thoughts
and my brain ceases to think logically after ample alcohol.

The temporal freedom of not having a working brain.
The loss of need to analyse situations and come up with solutions.

Or embark on those journeys to nowhere.
Just to plainly walk aimlessly in the quiet breeze of the night
and indulge in the soft music singing in my ears.

A silent world, where the people sleep
and I
am the only one awake.

The cigarettes and alcohol are never here
when you need them.

Forced into solitude.

I find it hilarious cos I drink bubble tea quite often.

HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

I pity the little raspberry. Maybe I should lend it my under-utilised middle finger…

I have been tired by nightfall. Every day for the past two weeks. With such a tight schedule, how could I not be?

I had finally found a way to slowly stave off the dominant “lazy gene” in me.

The trick to it all is: If you need to do it, just do it.

Even if what’s happening on your TV/computer screen is really interesting.
Even if you feel like every ounce of energy has been sapped out of you.
Even if it could possibly wait until tomorrow.
Yes, even if you really REALLY REALLY don’t feel like it.

Just do it.
(I’m sorry I can’t say what I want to share without sounding like I’m repeating a Niké ad.)

So bit by bit, I’ve been conquering the tasks I’ve so conveniently pushed to tomorrow. Then tomorrow. Then tomorrow. (You get the idea.)

Obviously, there is now A LOT to be done. And who’s suffering? Me, of course. The lazy idiot who felt it was a better idea to push back my tasks than to just do it.

I started by doing the little everyday things I didn’t feel like doing. Boiling water, getting myself a drink, putting my shoes back into their respective boxes. Small little things that actually can wait, but just start small first. Then we can move on to those BIG tasks (eg: rearranging your room) that take more time and effort.

So far so good.

Hubs had to kindly remind me to not push myself too hard and end up falling ill. He hates it when I’m sick because I get all whiny and dependent. (Actually, no lah. I think he just doesn’t want me to be ill cos you won’t want anyone you love to be sick, right?)

When I collapsed beside Hubs on the couch to take a break, I asked him, “Now I’m worth every single cent right?” He gave me the sweetest answer ever.

“You’ve always been worth every single cent.”

Awwwwwwwwww.

To the fucker who owes various people money. Who can even owe me/Nash $15 for his entry into Movida. We said we’ll sign our card and pay for your entry FIRST and you pay us back later. When I asked you for the $15 back, YOU TOLD ME YOU HAD NO CASH AND PROMPTLY WALKED AWAY PRETENDING TO READ/SEND SOME SMS. Then what?! NO NEED TO PAY BACK IS IT?!

I have never met someone more cheapskate than you.

It’s not so much about the $15, I’m sure many can vouch for my generosity. It’s about the INTEGRITY of the person. When first we had agreed that he would return the measly $15 but each time the issue is broached, he simply shuns it by ONCE AGAIN stating that he’s got no cash on him.

EVERY TIME NO CASH. It’s really hard to believe it’s a coincidence after more than twice.

Honestly, certain things can be paid by card. No credit card, please use DEBIT CARD. How come u got no cash and you only have NETS? I HAVE NO IDEA. Even 15 yr old kids nowadays have debit cards. I can only wonder if you’re trying to sponge off unknowing “friends” by asking the door bitch “Do you take NETS?” when at your age, you should OBVIOUSLY know that they don’t.

The solution is VERY SIMPLE. If you are broke, don’t go out. Don’t go dancing, don’t go for suppers. Simply DON’T GO OUT. Save some face for yourself and stop being a sponge.

And don’t get me started about the three kittens you told me to babysit for a week. They have now been here for TWO FUCKING MONTHS. The friend you said was going to adopt TWO, ended up adopting NONE. But that ain’t her fault. IT’S YOURS.

If you don’t have the ability to take care of poor stranded/abandoned kittens you found by the roadside, DON’T PLAY SAINT AND TAKE THEM HOME. Seriously. Nature has its way of taking care of all creatures big and small. If they die, they die. IT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

What’s worse is how you make YOUR BUSINESS into MY BUSINESS.

You want to play saint, then go ahead. Why make others (literally) clean up the shit FOR YOU? If you’re hoping that “saving” these kittens will earn you some good karma, YOU ARE WRONG. Because all you did, was to pick them up and shove them to other people to take care. What have you done??

And now I am stuck with 3 kittens, with no one keen to adopt because let’s face it, they’re very very ordinary kittens that anyone can just find on the streets.

And thanks to you, who gave me no choice but to hold on to the kittens while we desperately try to find new homes for them, my son ate kitten poop.

Thanks man. Seriously, with friends like you, we don’t need enemies.

I promised all of you some Joshua a week back, and here it is!

Baby plays “Star Wars” with PapaNash. He’s actually making “boosh boosh” sounds except the background noise drowned his tiny baby voice.

BabyJosh being a good sport after I smeared some cream on his nose during his birthday cake cutting. Grandparents say cannot smash his face into the birthday cake. Yet. Thanks to huei for the lovely shot. Everyone else at the party only managed to get his smirk, emo face and grumpy black face.

If you want to know why he looks so pensive, watch the following video and scroll to 0:44 (because it’s actually a very boring video lah). I’m just filming because I am the mommy and I want to document his FIRST kiddy ride. Pardon the graininess of the film cos the ride was moving lah.

Yah. Some kid was crying cos his parents refuse to give him a $1 coin to start to ride. The kid actually started crying at video time 0:20 but Joshua tried to ignore it. These parents… *sigh* I don’t even know what to say. If you don’t want to give him $1 to start the ride, don’t put your child onto the bloody ride okay?! It’s like putting something yummy into someone’s mouth, but saying they are not allowed to eat it. It’s bullshit.

Anyways, I digress. Upclose video shot of Joshua’s superb steering skills. (Another boring video, but not as blurred as the last one.) HUR HUR.

Then there is… NAKED JOSHUA!!!! (No visible genitalia. Perfectly SFW.)

This boy can sometimes splash violently for more than 30 seconds! I only wonder if his small chubby arms get tired… I love how I’d said “Joshua! Not in the mouth!” (see video time 0:14) and he’d (usually) remove whatever object from his mouth. Some people commented that Joshua listens to my “commands” like a trained doggy.

He also likes to put the ring on his head and let it slide off and plop into the water. At which he will laugh insanely. Pity this video he didn’t do that.

Ok. That’s all for now, folks! I’ll be trying to capture his water-bottle trick for the next few days. Wish me luck!