I am lusting for sushi and waffle + icecream.

Ugh!

Mom is not a very participative foodie.

Sad :(

Indecent conversations

Decent conversations are rare to come by lately (so it seems)
I fail to appreciate the "beauty" of conversations that discourages differing opinions.

It's alot easier to have conversations with myself, than to master the art of one sided
conversations with another.

Perhaps, you might have been thinking out loud, and was "rudely interrupted" by my remarks, to
garner such rapid aggresive replies in response to my halfhearted opinion that
contrasted yours.

Oh well!

Patience

Patience

The secret to patience is doing something else in the meantime.

LOL.

I saw this on FB and I thought to myself - sounds pretty much like what I am doing at the moment.

Being bummerina 2010

It's been a month since I've decided to resume being bummerina.
I haven't been up to anything in particular..but just busying myself with random activities for self amusement.

Pixie woke me up really early one morning, and contrary to popular beliefs that I would fall back asleep, I decided to make potato salad for lunch.

Pictorial evidence suggest that I am rather pleased with the outcome, and it is probably the only thing that I am capable of whipping up confidently, in a semi comatose state.

The egg yolk crumbs made the salad look yummier than it actually suggest, and it was just pity, that mom's into the eat healthy routine lately, therefore the shitty tasting fibrous bread/croutons, and my attempts to conceal its healthy-ness with a lavish spread of herbed garlic.

Cranberry juice was a remnant of my attempts to improve the health of my sick pixie...

and I'd prefer a huge glass full of Orange juice, but with a whole tub of cranberry juice to finish, I'll have to start somewhere.... *makes sour face*

Blinged my Blackberry, and it is the same design that I came up with, for the under utilized HTC.

pretty eh?

I coined a new term for the Blackberry bold (BBB).

It's Bling Berry Bolt!

Lol!

I'd say this is a subtle bling, as compared to what I've seen so far...

Meet Audrey's blingberry!

Comes with an inflated heart shaped balloon!

So kawaii and so fiercely blinged :)

I'm waiting for her to come up with new designs, while i'm contemplating changing my snowberry into a purple berry.

Hahaha!

I've also dug barbie dolls out from the storage room, and attempted a photo shoot with them.

With the advise of a photography pro, I managed to come up with decent pictures of them, and I sort of fancied the happy girlie colors, when the dolls are placed together.

I must admit that I had more fun dressing up the dolls, than posing them for the pictures, as rigid plastic is definitely not easy to work with.

Made fluffy pompom out of old yarns left from my crocheting crazed days.

As the yarns were unravelled from half made crochet projects, the pompoms have this cute little fuzzy natural curl that pleased me lots!

As a kid, I was lured into making poms poms, because the illustration in a craftbook showed a cute chick made of yarned pompoms, with paper bits stuck onto the pompom to create a cute chicklet.

My guess is, self amusement started at a young age.

As I am too old for cheap chick tricks, I decided to fix the 2 huge pom poms onto a rubber tie, and they are currently my latest lounge at home hair fixation.

a 27 year old's guide to acting kawaii at the comforts of home.

So fluffy and cute eh?

Couldnt find a picture of a cute pompom chicklet, so a pompom baaa will do.

These fluffy things are turning grey rather quickly - as I could not resist playing with it.

:)

Goodbye Bali!

On a whim and a fancy, I ALMOST booked myself a ticket to bali, preparing to leave on the 6th and back on the 13th!
*big grins*
However,I listened to my gut, and decided against going, despite being psycho-ed big time into going over the past 1 week.
:)

Oh well, I think I just realized the reason over my gut apprehension!
LoL!
I am totally amused with myself at the moment.

When lost..

As a kid, whenever I am brought to crowded places, Mommy would constantly drill the Standard Operating Procedure of getting lost to me.

"Should you ever get lost or not be able to locate mom/dad, always stay where you are, and not roam around. We'll come back for you."

At crossroads at age 27, with a new definition of being lost, - this silly SOP came back to me as I was heading out for coffee.

Does mommy's words of wisdom still apply for me now, or was it only applicable as a kid?

I wonder if I stood still long enough, would the answers and reassurance that I seek, find their way to me, or would problems that I encounter solve themselves automatically?

It is also times as such that I wished I was like a homing pigeon - to have the innate sense to find my way towards my intended direction.

I would appreciate knowing the path that I am intended for, and save myself the misery of going through a dark period as such.

However, I am thankful for friends and families who are patient, encouraging and insightful whilst I experiment and construct my new internal radar.

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I only recall being lost once, and it was definitely a scary experience that never quite left me.

It was only recent years when I revealed this bit of memory to mommy, that I received the mother's edition on how they lost me, and I pieced both accounts together to get the entire story.

Here goes:

Parents decided that I was in for a weekend treat to a mini amusement place located in Parkway Parade.

Being truly efficient parents, Daddy decided to purchase rides tokens, while mommy would go get lunch for the family. They parted ways, each assuming that I would be following the other party.

While the happy, excited little girl I am, I remembered turning my heard to take in the sight of all that glittery lights and excitement (I am darn sure I was staring at the awesome swishing movement of the pirate/viking ship), only to realize that both parents were no longer in sight in that split second. :(

Realizing that I was all alone, I panicked big time.

Equipped with the logic of a 4 year old, I believed that I must have wondered off unknowingly, and therefore tried to retrace my steps.

Going back and forth for a couple of times, I had to accept the hard truth - I am lost.

Lost in the dark spooky place that did not seem so exciting anymore.

I willed myself not to cry.

I willed myself to stay calm.

I willed myself to act natural, as if I was meant to be standing alone in that dark little world filled with colorful rides, and that somehow this was merely a bad bad dream.

I swear I was abandoned for hours, but it might actually been 30 minutes or less.

(If you ask me, getting lunch and queuing up to buy ride tokens on a weekend outing would take at least 10-15 minutes, then walking to the table only to realize that their daughter was with neither parent, would take 2 minutes to hit them cold.

Hunting for me would be the priceless moment unaccounted for though. Hahaha.)

It seemed to me like forever, until the moment I caught sight of daddy/ he found me, and he promptly held my hand and led me to mom and my lunch.

It was only when I saw both mom, dad, and my stupid lunch, that I burst out crying big time.

Just think about all that brave tears I held back in the process of being lost.

Tsk.

I guess I was braver back then.

Sniff.