Golliwogs!

When I make reference to how cute Golliwogs look in various random conversations, people would usually respond by giving me a blank face, with absolutely NO clue about what I am rattling about.

For instance, I had this great idea to dress up as a golliwog last halloween, crazy hair, extremely dark fake tan and a red lipsticks, and was really excited to execute the golliwog plan, only to learn that I was better off conversing to myself. Tsk!

Seriously, doesn't everyone grow up with Enid Blyton and her extensive collection of books?

Come on, take a good hard look at the pictures, I am almost certain that Golliwog appeared quite a bit in Noddy's adventures!

Perhaps you were too absorbed with the adventures that Noddy and Big ears were embarking on, that you would fail to notice everything else?

Gosh!

Now take a good hard look at everything else but Noddy and Big ears - you hear me?

Looking at these pictures reminds me of my days in Primary school, especially the map depicting Noddy town! It shows where everyone lives (or so i imagined!)

Signing up as a school Librarian to fulfill my Extra curriculum quota, I spent a good part of my time over at the Enid Blyton corner of the library, to read my time away, until my duty time was over.

I wasn't skiving ! I would painstakingly arrange the Noddy books in accordance to the various collection, and their numbering order.

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In my attempts to secure pictures for this post, I was disappointed to find out that Golliwogs have been replaced by white elves in recent publications, due to racist accusations arising from dumb sensitive twits.

What exactly has the world evolved into, that even naive little children's books has to be embroiled in racist and sexist accusations?

I am flabbergasted to see that Golliwogs is now a racist term.

How can something so cutesy evolve into an insult?

Baffling indeed.

wardrobe diet!

Like most diets, parting with the goodies in life are distressing, but definitely for the better. My wardrobe is in the midst of regaining it's former shape - to be lean.. not clogged up, so

do drop in and take a look.

As most of you probably know, I probably have enough newly bought clothes to last me for at least 6 months, and I never quite found the chance to wear them all...

So it'll be great to help my wardrobe get back into shape.

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Daph

Restless distress

Moody

Cranky

Heavy hearted

Crummy

Yeah... It's been cloudy almost everyday.

I guess a dementor must have been shadowing me around.

Coz i feel it is as if like all the happiness/ my soul has been sapped/sucked off me, making me feel as if I will never be happy again, less the drama part about recalling the most horrible part of my life time then dying off with a frozen sad look on my pale deathly face.

Yes, it really does seem like I'm perpetually plagued by a dementor lately.

I thought it through, and it seems to me that I am indeed frustrated with the lack of self actualization, which in turn is affecting my self esteem towards life in general ( If you'll work Maslow's hierarchy structure backwards...you'll sort of get what i'm rambling on about).

It sure helps that everyone is fucking boring at the moment too (Literally, and pun intended).

Sucks to be me now....

But not to worry - It's just a passing cloud, as I've got grand plans lined up ahead.

For starters, here is my list of random simple pleasures lined up. 

Firstly it's friday! Yay!

I've also got an unexecuted nailart design sitting in my head for weeks.

My previous attempt(s) looked unsatisfying, and I settled for boring french manicure for this week. Now that I've consulted my nail guru (Audrey), I'm actually rather sure that it WOULD work this time. If It doesnt, i'll bug her to do it for me! Ahhahah!

There's also this saturday's party at a villa somewhere in Sentosa.. that I'm looking forward to...

:D Heeheehee!

Along with the bestie being back in September to bully..

Followed by tickets to catch Formula One (Live!) at the club - Compliments from Baby and his dad :D and looking forward to seeing Da as part of the Singtel Grid girl, so I can scream "That's my sister!", and be real smug about it for that 2 days (and after).

Hahah.

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Yep it definitely sucks to be me now, because none of it is happening soon enough.

zzZzz.

Miss Bithe

Seeing a sky full of balloons floating away generally cheers me up.

There is something really soothing, and uplifting, to watch balloon(s) climb its way up to the clouds and disappear from your eyes.

Metaphorically speaking, I usually envision negative emotions, burdens and woes, floating away from me, dissipating along with these cheery balloons, making me feel giddily lightheaded and sparkly.

I'm feeling rather blithe at the moment, seeing that I've finally resolved an increasingly irritating issue that has been bugging me for MONTHS!

I hate how negativity usually grows and eats in, like a moldy bread, where all you need is one tiny fleck of mold, and you'll see a the mass of it spreading in the next blink.

Urgh.

Let's not get me started on my phobia with molds.

:)

Of uncertainties and insecurities

Even the most confident woman can be so seemingly insecure ~ Ben said to me with a smirk.

Contradicting, but uncannily appropriate. One of the better brilliant remarks that I've heard from Ben lately.

His quote rang in my head ever so often, since I last saw him a couple of weeks ago.

Yes, even the most confident of them all, is after all still human, dude.

Admittedly, I am a control freak., for I dread the feeling of being uncertain, and it has been a big-ass of a habit to curb and axe off uncertainties as best as I could remember.

Just how insecure I am?

You can be dead sure that I would NEVER run out of essential necessities that I use on a daily basis, simply because I'm a hoarder and it irritates me greatly that I would run out of essentials, for it is simply something that I have TOTAL control over.

Name any essential items that I would consider important, and I'll have plenty of "backups" on hand.

Blusher - Off hand, I think I have 4 unopened powered blushers in the exact same color, 3 liquid blushers sitting in their packages, not forgetting the 1 cream blusher, 1 liquid blusher and the 4 powered ones in their assorted shades that is currently in use.

False lashes - I have a drawer full of them!

Mascara - Wands of them!

Eyeshadow - Dont even get me started on the quantity.

Toilet paper - Just ask anyone who's been to my room's toilet how many rolls do I have stacked up in my room's bathroom.

Cotton pads - Ditto

Bags - *rolll=s eyes*

Shoes - If I like a pair of footwear so much, I'll buy 2 of it.

Wardrobe staples - You do not want to know just how many white racer backs I own.

Water - I NEVER run out of drinking water at home.

I have an insane habit of boiling water whenever I'm left in charge at home, or in the hotel room, when I am traveling. Because I hate drinking hot/warm water.

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I hate being "stupid", which is why you'll rarely catch me without an opinion or knowledge about anything, for I try to read up on a big variety of anything.

I read the back of everything - from packaging of cereal boxes, to the back of my shampoo, the floor, the escalator, the bus stop posters, and anything readable that cross path with my eyes.

As I am merely human, it is only normal that there would be things that I do not know, therefore when a new subject is placed in my face, I do make a conscious effort to ask people who know, and an additional effort to google if no one has the answers.

Because I hate not being in the "know", it upsets me rather greatly to discover changes in plans involving me, and that I'm not promptly updated, no matter how minute it may be.

I rarely like to make plans in advance because there is bound to be changes and it irks me to know that everything planned usually unfolds very differently, despite going through great lengths to ensure that everything would function like clockwork. Argh.

Call it a screwed up planning method if you like, but so long as the main framework is established (things that needs to be done gets completed on time), the actual choice of approach employed is usually decided when the situation unfolds (obviously being the control freak I am, I would already have thought up few options to tide me through whatever situation my "great imagination" could get me through.)

I can get VERY worked up when ( I think I'm done for the day) plans, springs up to haunt me with unforeseen situations.

Meet Miss Autocrat, Miss insecurity.

Hello!