More sewing, less shopping

I find that since I started sewing I shopped less for clothes. I also find, that if I do get something, I don't get pieces that I can sew like sun dresses or a simple skirts.

I find though, with one of my favorite stores on sale, I conveniently forgot all about making these for myself instead.

So much for sewing more and shopping less.

Rashes are red

I thought I found my allergen already. I suspected the first time the rashes came out that it was because of the braised pork noodles that I had and when I had the rash recur last Wednesday, when again, I had braised pork noodles for lunch, I knew I had found the culprit.

Only, tonight I am getting the rashes again when I didn't eat the braised pork noodles, I had instead, beef ball noodle for lunch.

As it is not the same type of noodle, I'm pretty sure it is not that.

I wonder what new ingredient is out there lurking, waiting for me to succumb to its evil plan to close out all hawker places in Singapore.

dress sserd

On one of my trips to my favorite fabric store, I found a reversible cloth and decided that with it, I should make a reversible dress, it is only fitting!

I've sewn it a few months ago but it was only today that started to contemplate when I should wear it.

I have more that a few pieces in my closet, never worn nor photographed. Maybe I should resolve to take a picture right after I finish sewing, then I will be assured that none is forgotten.

I don't usually include the full body when I post pictures of things that I made, but this time, I couldn't resist.

(I know a certain someone who would be less pissed now that I decided not to crop off the upper body)

I lost another one

I had been very excited since yesterday because I made plans with a friend to have lunch at my favorite Indian resto near my workplace. I was heartbroken when I saw that there was only construction where I used to find joy, comfort and love, if you will in the presence of prawn biryani, goat cheese and spinach dip, garlic and cheese prata and mango lassi.

This feels like losing your crush to marriage--to some random girl consistently exhibiting stupidity.

never!

I saw this at a friend's blog and I couldn't help but think that if only I put more heart into it, I could have made high school valedictorian.

http://rochness.blogspot.com/2008/02/pop-quiz-hotshot.html

miguel

Since you are away, here is sharing this moment with you.

Raisins rock!

Raisins is most definitely the best South Park Episode! I saw it again today and I must say, Cartman is so cute. Hahaha.

Butters:We came over to cheer you up, Stan!

Stan:Go away.

Kyle:Stan, you can't keep doing this to yourself. You have to go live.

Stan:Why? What's the point of living when the only girl I ever loved is gone?

Cartman:God, what a fag!

Kyle:Dude, not now!

Stan:You guys have no idea how this feels. It's like, you always hear songs about a broken heart and you think it's just a figure of speech? But it's true. My chest hurts. I feel this like, sinking feeling where my heart is. It's broken...

charmed

When you get home to find a package addressed to you with a charm necklace inside, it is charming.

When you realize that it matches a pair of earrings you have had since you were fourteen, it is actually living a charmed life.

hello thank you

Everyday, I struggle to get out of the MRT at my stop going home. To approach the door, I have to alternately say "hello" and "excuse me" or even combinations (Excuse me, excuse me, hello, excuse me, hello, hello) and when I finally get off, I say thank you to those who actually went off to make way.

I never get a reply--neither do I expect one, but I say it anyway.

Sometimes it is answered by a grunt, a tsk sound or stamping feet.

I don't mind, really.

Today was different.

Today, someone replied you're welcome!

The world is changing.

i FOURgive myself

I am still not convinced that I made the right decision getting those trainers. I did use it when I went to the gym today and I must admit that while it didn't enhance my performance, it did enhance my ensemble. This should have made it worth it, but somehow, I am still not too sure.

Despite constant reassurance from my friend that it is "super nice", I remain feeling...off.

I feel like a reckless lover, unsure if she made the right decision. While there is great excitement and satisfaction in acting in haste; more often than not, it brings greater anxiety and guilt.

It's too late. There is nothing I can do. I know it would be best to accept the consequences of my decision and deal with the fact that as a result of my wrong doing, I now have more rubber shoes than I need.

I'll charge this one to experience.

"four" the future

A friend and I headed to the mall to get some last minute items for our trip. I never expected to come home with a new pair of trainers.

(We are heading to the beach, sooooo, I can't make excuses even to myself to pass the trainers as something I would "need" for the trip)

While I do love shoes, I don't have a lot of rubber shoes. I'm neither a professional athlete, nor a rapper, I don't need more than three pairs.

I have one pair for going to the gym, one pair for outdoor running, and one pair of sneakers that I use for "walking" trips.

I honestly think that for someone with my profile, owning three pairs is owning too many.

I would never think I would own four at one time.

This is wrong.

being rash

I think I need a straight-jacket.

I have rashes all over and it is not very easy resisting the urge to scratch. I have no idea what I am allergic to as I haven't had anything unusual, nor am I under a ton of stress.

The doctor has prescribe two different creams the last four days, but it seems as though these aren't the ones to solve the problem, if only, my rashes are getting worse.

Tomorrow, I will go to the doctor again. I think I am in need of stronger medication.

Don't overanalyze, it's just a crush

I had been trying to eliminate midnight snacks from my diet. And I'm not sure if I should be proud to say that I have slipped twice. No worries, I didn't start three days ago, I started roughly a month ago.

I decided to take control, at least take SOME control over my body. It sometimes seems that my stomach is the boss of me.

My first slip involved Lay's potato chips and um-hmmm, coke light. It happened two weeks after day one.

My second slip was last night. I ate a piece of Crush Timtam and um-hmm, a slice of Laughing Cow low fat cheese.

I think it was the text in the Timtam package that got me. It said "The crush that is sure to end in love". Irresistible right?

Now that the damage has been done, I can't help but think that maybe I should write Arnott's to say that "The crush that is sure to end in love handles" is more appropriate.

Just maybe, if they implement the new slogan, I will be able to save snackers from doing something stupid in their moments of weakness.

fish n chips

I've always been far from being a fan of fish n chips.

I could go on and on about not getting why people are crazy for it.

To make a long story short, something happened that changed me. Now, I feel excited whenever I know I'd have a chance to get some.

Today, after mass, we are going somewhere that serves fish n chips, the good kind--another reason to thank God.

nothing nothing nothing

There is nothing wrong with wearing a top that looks like a dress and not wearing a dress that looks like a top--for real!

copycat

As I was so fond of the super skirt that I decided to create another one. We all know that the sequel doesn't always turn out as good as the original. Good thing, I'm easy.

Nins, you know the drill ;)

Summer skirt

I know what you're thinking (yes Bill, I'm talking to you), "Why the crap does she have to post an image with only half her body?". And because I want to make sure that you are not too pissed, I will ask Nina to explain to you.

red box

This was what I meant when I said that I was interested in that thing in the red box.

no sh*t?

I'm not impressed by cheesy lines, I would delete emails containing a list that includes "You complete me", "I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her" or "I wish I knew how to quit you".

Today, I saw a line in a photoblog that made me feel like an awkward teenager. And trust me, I wasn't an awkward teenager when I was in the awkward-teenager-age.

" 'di naman ako bolero katulad ng ibang tao. Ang totoo'y pag nandyan ka medyo nabubulol pa nga ako."

Weird.

...but it really don't matter...

I missed Step Up 2 in the cinemas and I'm still blaming Cindy about it. I'm not really into dancing, in fact I don't dance, but I like to watch people dance. At clubs I am usually seen with a drink at hand while I look at interesting dancers. Once upon a time, it would be that my other hand held a cigarette.

Now that I have been singing Killa in my mind for weeks, I blame Cindy more. I swear, if she isn't leaving tonight for a three week vacation, I would have my hands around her neck in an attempt to strangle her. Given the situation though, I can't help think that I'm going miss her.

Okay. Cinds, just because I have a tender heart, I'd let you off the hook this time. I forgive you.

Hahaha.

(I hate myself for wanting to point this out, but the thing is it really don't matter is a line from Killa. I feel so much better now)

capital punishment

CouLd yOu pLeasE heLp eXplAin wHy sHe tYpEs tHiS wAy?

I must say that it is very convenient for her that she is sort of cute.

Joyous June

I could hardly wait until June. HE is coming over on the first weekend, I am celebrating my birthday on the next and then, there is this THING on the twenty-first. It is quite a challenge trying to downplay my excitement.