Buy Me A New Life
It has been a while since I updated this blog. Among all the things that got in the way, there is also a huge chunk of work that seemed to stubbornly refuse to progress the way I wanted it be. It became a major source of annoyance, and what do you know, I snapped at work and proceded to scare the crap out of everybody with my very rare but very mean temper.
The apartment is in a huge mess like it always is. I have no idea how an apartment with just 2 moderately neat people ends up looking like a hurricane goes through it twice a day but sadly it does. I make my bed every morning, I wash my plates and cups, I do the laundry every other day, I pull out my clothes very very carefully from the hamper so that the pile doesn’t come a tumbling but somehow I still manage to pull off that distinct unkempt look that only I seem to be able to pull off. I have since concede to the fact that I will always be the kind of person who will be in need of a maid or cleaner to keep my apartment in some semblance of order. I could make this blog very funny by taking photos of each section of the apartment as evidence but I think I will not be able to withstand the shame.
But I digress.
So, yes, the juicy bits.
There has been an improvement in my previously non-existent social life. Sometimes I wonder at the coincidences. For instance, Awa and I were at KLCC having brunch in Dome Cafe when I received an SMS from Mister Gorgon to say that he just passed by my favourite restaurant which made him thought of me. I asked, which one? And he said, Strudel’s in KLCC. And I squealed, I am 20 feet away from Strudel’s in KLCC! How did that happen? I haven’t seen or spoken to him in 5 months and suddenly we just happen to be at the same place at the same time when the thought of me crossed his mind?
Yesterday, barely three hours after talking to Awa about Mister Emi, he called to see if we would be free for supper. While having supper we talked about Mister Mystery who never calls and the very next evening whadayaknow Mister Mystery called. And then there was the SMS that came at 4am in the morning by Mister Ex-Boyfriend Who Is Barely Married For 6 Months who said he woke up with a start and without a thought in his head had this sudden urge to dial my number and talk.
Moral of the story: I think the Universe is trying to tell me something but on my usual dense self all these hints are wasted. Do you hear me, up there?!! W.A.S.T.E.D. Send me a man on a gold platter and then we can talk. I like my red meat medium rare.
My voice has been hoarse for months. It never fully recovered from the bout of laryngitis and I compounded the situation by yapping incessantly. My short hair is getting a lot of "awww… you cut your hair?" comments that I so hate I swear I am going to slam the phone down on the next person who asks.
Of my infamous ice cream binges I had 4 straight days of it last week. When it rains it pours.
I need a new hobby that doesn’t include ice cream, whipped cream and rainy nights.
Ahem.
Till next time, my babies. I need to buy me a new life. Or a brand new pair of Renoma shoes.
