and all I can think of, is food.
My pastamania creamy chicken + soup + drinks + garlic bread and haagen daz waffle icecream for dinner is gone.
Weh...
Im thinking of Ikea's swedish meatball.
and Squid ink Pasta with Oxtail stew from a Pinch of Salt..
Steak from Astons ( I think its almost a year, since I last set food into Astons)
and pepper Lunch!
Gimme my beef!
Seriously considering ordering macs now to fill up my tummy.
Doesn't help that mommy mentioned that she just "spree-ed" Wee Lee brothers Otah with the office aunties, and will be bringing home a whole pile of otahs in like a couple of hours time!
Fish roe Otah! Super super yummy!
*seriously, this is the first time I hear about food spree - coz Da and I usually spree clothes, accessories, shoes etc. But food? That's like a whole new level!
I guess I'll understand when I turn into Aunty! Lol.
To Macs or not to macs...
The breakfast set, or the normal meal..
Tough decisions.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
It's one of those nights...
Yeah, its just one of those nights where I'm feeling dreadfully restless, and yet nothing I do seems to "quench" that restless feeling away.
Tried sleeping early, because I was sleepy, but there's this frustrated feeling within that does not want to sleep away.
Tired sewing an unfinished dress, and gave up before I even turned on the machine.
Wanted to paint my face, and am inspirationless.
Saw a chanel inspired nail picture, but just fixed my nails yesterday night.
What the hell, Daphne.
WTH!
It's one of those double irony...
Want to do something, but when I try... I end up not wanting to do it.
If I could equate my inner frustration with shitting, I'd say that i'm constipating at the moment.
Argghh.
It's like I need to punch off the excess frustration within.
I do believe this is commonly known as PMS-ing.
Rwar!
Tried sleeping early, because I was sleepy, but there's this frustrated feeling within that does not want to sleep away.
Tired sewing an unfinished dress, and gave up before I even turned on the machine.
Wanted to paint my face, and am inspirationless.
Saw a chanel inspired nail picture, but just fixed my nails yesterday night.
What the hell, Daphne.
WTH!
It's one of those double irony...
Want to do something, but when I try... I end up not wanting to do it.
If I could equate my inner frustration with shitting, I'd say that i'm constipating at the moment.
Argghh.
It's like I need to punch off the excess frustration within.
I do believe this is commonly known as PMS-ing.
Rwar!
Monday, October 24, 2011
I must have done something right..
I'm in one of my pensive moods tonight.
As I attempt to catch up with paperwork, and as usual am feeling hungry - and as I munch up my nonya rice dumpling that mom bought for my "breakfast".. I thought to myself that I must have done something damn right in my last life, to have deserved such a great mom. :D
For everything that she has done for me for the past 28 years, oh make that 29 - coz she puked her guts out for 9 entire months until she delivered me..
You know, like cleaning up after I've pooped as a baby - or all the countless sleep she's lost from a wailing baby - and all the trips to hospitals and doctors, just because I'm a problematic kiddo with 20,000 ailments to boot. - screaming at me when I've been naughty - financially supporting me when I'm broke - all the toys I made her buy whenever I fancy one - my eternal mess that trails after me, that she has to put up with (she's a perfectionist/neat Nazi) - all the food she's fed me, where her food investments in me never quite tally with the weighing scales. - the better portion of food she gives up like more meat in my bowl and she keeps the boney bits to herself - the fancy holidays - even the smell of my pets - my almost autistic personality that she has to endure- never ending laundry and aiyah to sum it up, all my nonsense.
Sure we have our screaming matches about how many earrings I should have (1 ear each, in her opinion), or hair color - original if she had her way back when I was a rebellious teenie, or whether I'm allowed to stay out later than midnight, or the never ending debate about "staying out of my affairs coz I know what i'm doing" and she'll still be supportive no matter how she disagrees etc
I'm just glad that she did not dump me in some random ophanage, or throw me in a dustbin and leave me to rot to death, or disown me for being such a difficult kid
(I highly suspect I might just dump my future kids into the trash if they ever dare to rebel or be difficult. Lol)
For all the love she showered, all the tears and tantrums she's put up with, and the money she spent on tuitions, ballet/piano/computers/art classes , the time and patience she's given me, and food and blahblahblah
Like I said, I must have done something damn right in my last life, to have deserve my mom.
I still dont think she spoils me (even tho she insist that i'm spoilt), but I'm damn sure she loves me (and the siblings) la.
#emo night
#mother appreciation night
I love my mommy..
♥
As I attempt to catch up with paperwork, and as usual am feeling hungry - and as I munch up my nonya rice dumpling that mom bought for my "breakfast".. I thought to myself that I must have done something damn right in my last life, to have deserved such a great mom. :D
For everything that she has done for me for the past 28 years, oh make that 29 - coz she puked her guts out for 9 entire months until she delivered me..
You know, like cleaning up after I've pooped as a baby - or all the countless sleep she's lost from a wailing baby - and all the trips to hospitals and doctors, just because I'm a problematic kiddo with 20,000 ailments to boot. - screaming at me when I've been naughty - financially supporting me when I'm broke - all the toys I made her buy whenever I fancy one - my eternal mess that trails after me, that she has to put up with (she's a perfectionist/neat Nazi) - all the food she's fed me, where her food investments in me never quite tally with the weighing scales. - the better portion of food she gives up like more meat in my bowl and she keeps the boney bits to herself - the fancy holidays - even the smell of my pets - my almost autistic personality that she has to endure- never ending laundry and aiyah to sum it up, all my nonsense.
Sure we have our screaming matches about how many earrings I should have (1 ear each, in her opinion), or hair color - original if she had her way back when I was a rebellious teenie, or whether I'm allowed to stay out later than midnight, or the never ending debate about "staying out of my affairs coz I know what i'm doing" and she'll still be supportive no matter how she disagrees etc
I'm just glad that she did not dump me in some random ophanage, or throw me in a dustbin and leave me to rot to death, or disown me for being such a difficult kid
(I highly suspect I might just dump my future kids into the trash if they ever dare to rebel or be difficult. Lol)
For all the love she showered, all the tears and tantrums she's put up with, and the money she spent on tuitions, ballet/piano/computers/art classes , the time and patience she's given me, and food and blahblahblah
Like I said, I must have done something damn right in my last life, to have deserve my mom.
I still dont think she spoils me (even tho she insist that i'm spoilt), but I'm damn sure she loves me (and the siblings) la.
#emo night
#mother appreciation night
I love my mommy..
Sunday, October 23, 2011
When undecided...and celebrating the other Daphne's birthday
Title says it all!
That would be me, looking undecided at both the mirrors, and my photobooth about the colors.
I was undecided about my hairband colors, and ended up wearing both out!
The top had cream and white - and so did my hairbands?!
Mom and Da couldnt help me out with the selection between the 3 options of
cream
pink
or both.
(so much for sisterly/motherly advise), and so I decided to wear both out.
When I yelled byebye to mommy, her reply to me was " what's the final colour ?"
I laughed and said "both!"
and promptly left home...
That was until I developed a headache from 2 different pressure points the hairbands gave me, and finally! Claudia chose one color for me!
I stuck to the pink hairband the entire night after :)
Went out to Meathaven to advance celebrate Daphne Leong's birthday.
I love the place. They serve yummeh meat!!!
My fingers are still smelling like the smoked ribs - and therefore i'm feeling hungry, each time my fingers come in contact with my nose. :(
For salivating purposes, here we go, stolen from Facebook..
Daphne ordered a variety for us to share....
For starters, we had nachos, wings, soups - the mushroom soup and pepper soup is very well done.
Soups were a personal favourite,
Totally made with love (as like how i'll usually describe well made soups brothed to perfection with lots of effort),
where the pepper soup is unique in taste, with tomato based, cheesy and addictive.
Mushroom soup is thick, creamy and mushroomy, no need to say more.
The pork ribs with the Haven BBQ sauce is pretty tender and juicy - and i'm not usually a fan of ribs, but this one holds a title on its own in my tummy now.
*slurps*
I super love love love the black pig pork belly!
The fatty parts practically melt in the mouth. They had garlic bits garnishing that tasted totally delish.
I kept picking on the last bits of it.
As for the potatoes... who cares about them. Lol
Next we had duck with pumpkin mash, which I felt was ok.
Not a duck fan, but it's also surprisingly tender and not dry - unlike our local duck fare.
Dry chewy and ducky tasting.
Seafood Couscous Nice tomato-ey flavour.
Me kinda likey! The prawns had flavour,and tasted pretty good.
Unfortunately, after the fatty kurobuta belly, everything pales in comparison for me.
I had a good time hanging out with the girls, as usual - everyone was crazy, and we laughed alot.
I forgot to charge my camera battery, so we only had limited pictures.
Shall only post up the nice ones, and keep the candid ones for future blackmailing (hohoho).
Pictures of myself, with the birthday girl.
Group pictures!
Gorgeous-ness in various states, so I had a hard time choosing between the 2 picture.
Birthday girl with the blasting candles.
All the lighted candles look damn pretty.
I'm looking forward to my 50th! birthday - just so that the entire cake would look damn pretty when all the candles are lighted up!
Yummy food.
Pretty cake.
Happy girls. :)
Here's to 28 years and plenty more good times to come.
Woo hoo!
Monday, October 17, 2011
Wham, Bang! Bleeding Eyebrows!
I was rushing out of home last wednesday, and I ended up with a bleeding eyebrow.
:(
Everything happened too quickly, I doubt i am able to recall what exactly happened, except for the fact that the freaking heavy front door slammed on me, just as I was about to rush back in to get stuff.
Arrrggghh..
I burst into tears uncontrollably, and also realized - in the process of wiping my tears, that my eyebrow was not only bruised, but BLEEDING.
Both my palms were bloody!
Damn, had to rush back into the house to check how bad the damage was...
turns out to be QUITE BAD.
There's a hole in my eyebrow. Dented. Lobang. right, you get the idea. :(
The sad part about facial wounds, is that they bleed quite a fair bit, before it would decide to stop.
Being terribly late to meet one of my girls (I had to pass her uniform for work...)
there seriously wasn't much options available, I psyched myself up to flag a cab with a bloody tissue in hand, and cried like a friggin baby, while making my way to Zouk.
The cab uncle must have thought that I was psycho or something.
I'm usually braver when it comes to wounding myself...but blood is really not my forte.
I usually bawl alot and go weak at the sight of blood, soooo
Pretty proud of myself that I managed to make it to Zouk, puffy eyed nonetheless...but somewhat on time.
Here's the damage..
(yeah I cried til one eye was make-up-less)
Close up - you can see how juicy and raw it looked about 15mins later..
:(
The boys made me ice my wound with the ice from their jug of drinks -wrapped with tissue.
I guess that helped alot in reducing swell and bruising.
A couple of hours later, taken at home, my eyebrow dent somewhat scabbed.
I guess I must have panicked quite abit,
enough to palpitate and nearly keeled over while I was still in the club.
Left early with clammy hands and all.
Those crazy palpitations has since stopped for over a year, and my guess would be that the panic attacks sort of revived it.
Wehhh...
Luckily its a relatively short attack.
ps: The scab's itching alot, and I'm making conscious effect not to scratch - for the fear that my eyebrow hair wouldn't grow back.
*crossing all the fingers and toes that my eyebrows would still be in tact*
PPS: my eyebrow looks perpetually dirty. I hate it that I am unable to pencil my brows properly. #UngroomedMax
:(
Everything happened too quickly, I doubt i am able to recall what exactly happened, except for the fact that the freaking heavy front door slammed on me, just as I was about to rush back in to get stuff.
Arrrggghh..
I burst into tears uncontrollably, and also realized - in the process of wiping my tears, that my eyebrow was not only bruised, but BLEEDING.
Both my palms were bloody!
Damn, had to rush back into the house to check how bad the damage was...
turns out to be QUITE BAD.
There's a hole in my eyebrow. Dented. Lobang. right, you get the idea. :(
The sad part about facial wounds, is that they bleed quite a fair bit, before it would decide to stop.
Being terribly late to meet one of my girls (I had to pass her uniform for work...)
there seriously wasn't much options available, I psyched myself up to flag a cab with a bloody tissue in hand, and cried like a friggin baby, while making my way to Zouk.
The cab uncle must have thought that I was psycho or something.
I'm usually braver when it comes to wounding myself...but blood is really not my forte.
I usually bawl alot and go weak at the sight of blood, soooo
Pretty proud of myself that I managed to make it to Zouk, puffy eyed nonetheless...but somewhat on time.
Here's the damage..
(yeah I cried til one eye was make-up-less)
Close up - you can see how juicy and raw it looked about 15mins later..
:(
The boys made me ice my wound with the ice from their jug of drinks -wrapped with tissue.
I guess that helped alot in reducing swell and bruising.
A couple of hours later, taken at home, my eyebrow dent somewhat scabbed.
I guess I must have panicked quite abit,
enough to palpitate and nearly keeled over while I was still in the club.
Left early with clammy hands and all.
Those crazy palpitations has since stopped for over a year, and my guess would be that the panic attacks sort of revived it.
Wehhh...
Luckily its a relatively short attack.
ps: The scab's itching alot, and I'm making conscious effect not to scratch - for the fear that my eyebrow hair wouldn't grow back.
*crossing all the fingers and toes that my eyebrows would still be in tact*
PPS: my eyebrow looks perpetually dirty. I hate it that I am unable to pencil my brows properly. #UngroomedMax
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
I'm in loveeeeee!
I'm in love!!
Cheng, Claudia and myself headed down to Farmway after lunch at Sushi Tei on monday afternoon, to check out fluffy things, which started with the want of a dwarf hamster - which then evolved to Cheng salivating over the Netherlands Dwarfie bunnylet that claudia said resembled alot like these...rabbit mooncakes.
I'm serious!
See for yourself. Look alike. color too!
She was picture shy, so kept hiding away from the camera..
and one thing after another... I got reminded about my search for the perfect doggles.
I always wanted Schnauzer or a mini teacup poodle - coz they're like the rare few breeds that would not kill my nose.
They're apparently hypo allergen. :)
Why a Schnauzer or a Fox Terrier, would be because they look so wisely and cute. Something about their posture/stance that makes them look very smart and attentive.
And in recent years, my taste for a teacup poodle developed, because they look soooo adorable.
I met the sweetest poodle at the farm!
She's different from the rest of her troop - where her furry friends would bounce around barking for attention like crazy hyper active puppies... she merely pop-corned around alittle and responded to me with a waggy tail and attentive eyes.
Like I mentioned earlier, I like it that she's not yappy noisy, unlike the rest of her friends, and when I squat and beckoned for her to run to me, she responded.
It was quite a "pikachu, I choose you" moment between the 2 of us.
Like she could read my mind / tuned to my frequency, I barely prompted her to flip over for belly rubs, and she did it like a mega pro.
Wehhhhh...
My super sweetie.
The price for such a precious little lump of fur?
$2,300.
When I asked about the price, the funny uncle grabbed her, flipped her over, blew at the fur surround her private parts, and declared that she cost $2,300. -_-"
Her male sibling... went through the same treatment, when I asked for a cheaper dog.
Blew at his privates, and declared the kukubird version was going for $2,200.
-_-""
Cheng helped me film this video..
and I can't stop watching and raving about her.
Her temperament is amazing. She's amazingly docile, and "manja".
When you stroke and pet her right, she'll close her eyes and have that "ooh, i'm in heaven expression"
Docile - check
Not yappy - check
Not bouncy - check
Good natured - check
Attentive - check
Clever - half check - until she's mine, and she's able to do tricks and listen to command, but intuitive so far about the roll over for belly rub part.
Female - Yay!
Cute - check
pint size - check check!
She seems like all that I'll ask for in a doggle,
only that she's very pricey can?
$2300 for a dog.
I need to think very very hard man.
Meanwhile, sharing the video of her...
Try and focus on her and ignore my goofy expressions and stupid hair. I wasn't expecting to be seen/videoed, and I'm very in love can?
Lol.
oh and I tried to imitate the uncle's blow the private part area, and declare a price part too.
Haha.
Enjoy!
Cheng, Claudia and myself headed down to Farmway after lunch at Sushi Tei on monday afternoon, to check out fluffy things, which started with the want of a dwarf hamster - which then evolved to Cheng salivating over the Netherlands Dwarfie bunnylet that claudia said resembled alot like these...rabbit mooncakes.
I'm serious!
See for yourself. Look alike. color too!
She was picture shy, so kept hiding away from the camera..
and one thing after another... I got reminded about my search for the perfect doggles.
I always wanted Schnauzer or a mini teacup poodle - coz they're like the rare few breeds that would not kill my nose.
They're apparently hypo allergen. :)
Why a Schnauzer or a Fox Terrier, would be because they look so wisely and cute. Something about their posture/stance that makes them look very smart and attentive.
And in recent years, my taste for a teacup poodle developed, because they look soooo adorable.
I met the sweetest poodle at the farm!
She's different from the rest of her troop - where her furry friends would bounce around barking for attention like crazy hyper active puppies... she merely pop-corned around alittle and responded to me with a waggy tail and attentive eyes.
Like I mentioned earlier, I like it that she's not yappy noisy, unlike the rest of her friends, and when I squat and beckoned for her to run to me, she responded.
It was quite a "pikachu, I choose you" moment between the 2 of us.
Like she could read my mind / tuned to my frequency, I barely prompted her to flip over for belly rubs, and she did it like a mega pro.
Wehhhhh...
My super sweetie.
The price for such a precious little lump of fur?
$2,300.
When I asked about the price, the funny uncle grabbed her, flipped her over, blew at the fur surround her private parts, and declared that she cost $2,300. -_-"
Her male sibling... went through the same treatment, when I asked for a cheaper dog.
Blew at his privates, and declared the kukubird version was going for $2,200.
-_-""
Cheng helped me film this video..
and I can't stop watching and raving about her.
Her temperament is amazing. She's amazingly docile, and "manja".
When you stroke and pet her right, she'll close her eyes and have that "ooh, i'm in heaven expression"
Docile - check
Not yappy - check
Not bouncy - check
Good natured - check
Attentive - check
Clever - half check - until she's mine, and she's able to do tricks and listen to command, but intuitive so far about the roll over for belly rub part.
Female - Yay!
Cute - check
pint size - check check!
She seems like all that I'll ask for in a doggle,
only that she's very pricey can?
$2300 for a dog.
I need to think very very hard man.
Meanwhile, sharing the video of her...
Try and focus on her and ignore my goofy expressions and stupid hair. I wasn't expecting to be seen/videoed, and I'm very in love can?
Lol.
oh and I tried to imitate the uncle's blow the private part area, and declare a price part too.
Haha.
Enjoy!
Thursday, October 06, 2011
Moschino Belt
It's not rocket science design, and I know it was lauched many seasons ago...
yet, there's something very captivating about a belt full of alphabets!
It's definitely not a belt that I can wear everyday.
Buuuuut it's obnoxiously nice.
Lol
Belt itch.
Weeeehhhh :(
Flamingo Earrings..
Finally brought the Flamingo feather earrings out for a walk tonight.
Rather pleased with how it looks on the overall. :)
wee!
The new hair color and the pink sort of complement each other in a pleasing way, and it's just too bad that photobooth is unable to capture the color of my hair.
Yes finally found the time to take a decent picture of myself.
It seems like forever, since I last updated my display picture. But I know it was just merely a month ago with the kitty shot - but you get what I mean.
Reckon the flamingo feathers suits me waaaay better than the parrot ones that I took sometime back..in my june entry here.
Ima little nuts when it comes to accessories, and feathers just made a comeback in my dress-up-list the past few months.
I've got the peacocks during my short hair era... im refusing to post up pictures of myself, coz my cheeks are uber puffy.
My parrot feathers in tropical colors as seen in my june entry..and the crazy neon disco ones.. where I have no pictures to substantiate with.
The princess Tigerlily inspired taken back early this year..
Ok this marks the end of my feather crazed post, and in my opinion, the feathers look waay better in real life than pictures.
Why?
coz feathers are supposed to flutter when i'm walking and moving.
lol.
KThxBye.
Rather pleased with how it looks on the overall. :)
wee!
The new hair color and the pink sort of complement each other in a pleasing way, and it's just too bad that photobooth is unable to capture the color of my hair.
Yes finally found the time to take a decent picture of myself.
It seems like forever, since I last updated my display picture. But I know it was just merely a month ago with the kitty shot - but you get what I mean.
Reckon the flamingo feathers suits me waaaay better than the parrot ones that I took sometime back..in my june entry here.
Ima little nuts when it comes to accessories, and feathers just made a comeback in my dress-up-list the past few months.
I've got the peacocks during my short hair era... im refusing to post up pictures of myself, coz my cheeks are uber puffy.
My parrot feathers in tropical colors as seen in my june entry..and the crazy neon disco ones.. where I have no pictures to substantiate with.
The princess Tigerlily inspired taken back early this year..
Ok this marks the end of my feather crazed post, and in my opinion, the feathers look waay better in real life than pictures.
Why?
coz feathers are supposed to flutter when i'm walking and moving.
lol.
KThxBye.
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
Hello kitty Sunglasses
I'm gonna get the Rayban pair in Black shades.
Red bow, with whiskers and all.
X says that I've already got a nice authentic pair of Raybans, so why am I even bothering about getting myself a weird Kitty one.
Well that's the beauty of it.
My red bow hello kitty with whiskers.
My internal kitty radar is screaming to wear it now!
Are you crazy?!
Someone's passing remarks came ringing in my head just earlier.
He asked me " are you crazy"
And deep down my answer to this rhetorical question would be...
If i weren't crazy, would you even need to ask me this question at all?
When I'm crazy, i'm crazy. There's no denying it.
You just gotta accept me for who I am, isn't it?
He asked me " are you crazy"
And deep down my answer to this rhetorical question would be...
If i weren't crazy, would you even need to ask me this question at all?
When I'm crazy, i'm crazy. There's no denying it.
You just gotta accept me for who I am, isn't it?
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