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I almost wish we were butterflies, and lived but three summer days. Three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
Hmmmmmmmmm. <3
to eat or not to eat.
I live in Asia and sometimes I get hungry, so learning to cook mean dishes is my goal but until that day comes, I shall go out to dine, enjoy good food and make myself hungry occasionally so that I look great. That sounds bimbo, eh? Because it's fake. I'm not what you think I am. Welcome to my anon blog.
P.S I can cook.
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143 how lovely...biggest bruise ever.
I forgot to blog about this. How could I forget to blog about this?
Well, the update is, I played with the puppies a couple of weeks ago and one of them bit my right calf while I wasn't looking. It was a friendly bite - no chunks of flesh bit off, no bloody affair but it hurt hgsafdhgjsfdhgsafha a bit. My dad didn't believe me that his lovely puppy bit me. He dismissed it as a playful gesture on the dog's behalf to win over my heart (errr..really?) and since it didn't leave any scary-looking marks at first, I ignored it as well. I mean, when a Rottweiler bit you and nothing got torn off, it MUST BE a friendly bite, right? I don't blame the little devil at all. She was duly disciplined by the other witnesses and I actually felt bad for that.
A couple of days later, I had to attend the first of many wedding receptions to come and I chose a knee-length dress for the occasion, forgetting that the redness and swelling have turned to a huge, unsightly, dotted bruise on my calf. The nasty bruise was about the size of a full grown mango. Imagine that. I panicked but it was too late for me to run back to my room and apply some foundation to mask it. After I returned from that dinner, I started applying ointment on my bruise religiously and now it's no longer painful even though the dots are still visible.
Hopefully it will be fully healed by next weekend because I have an important birthday bash to go to.
My days are filled with upcoming parties and gatherings that will no doubt leave me feeling somewhat empty depending on how they conclude at the end of the day. It makes me question society and humanity.
Seriously.
PS: learning how to brew a herbal soup. how exciting!
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142 one day in hungry's life part II
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at the salon. the hair treatment staff hadn't arrived yet. He comes at 1 PM ----1 PM !!!
so we walked around the mall to kill time and spend more money unnecessarily. (haha)
1300
started hair treatment and massage.
1700
finished treatment and massage. I fell asleep at the salon for about 2 hours.........danggggggggggg.
had dinner at some restaurant
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returned home. played with the puppies for a while.
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141 one morning in hungry's life
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mom: let's go get a hairwash at the salon later
me: sure
0900
mom: go shower right now
me: uh, it's only 9. The salon is not open yet
mom: by the time we get ready and everything, it'll be 11 and it'll be open!
0910
mom: you showered so quickly
me: I didn't wash my hair
mom: oh, ok
0930
waittt......
0940
waitttt...wait some more....
1000
still not out the door. wtf. I knew it was too early.
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The airport was closed due to bad stormy weather today. Luckily I arrived last night and even then, it was raining very heavily. My outfit looked ridiculous to me - 6 layers of clothes and 3 1/2 inch suede wedges - but some people told me it was interesting and nice. Ah, the art of layering. I wasn't dressed like that out of vanity. It was a mere effort to lighten my baggage. Besides, even after having dressed up like a nomad, I'm sure I'm still lighter than the 6-ft, white-haired businessman with a beer belly so it definitely didn't affect the cabin weight capacity.
At home, when I stirred slowly from my sleep, I was told to go back to sleep as much as I want. Mmmm, bliss.
I seem to have lost all shopaholic urges here. My confidante, T, would be very pleased to hear that. T might not believe it but this is the plain truth. I really want to let T know about this, especially after T lectured me on being such a spendy-wendy *shame* while we chat during the transfer wait at Changi Airport. T said the chance of me ever going on online chat systems again is next to nil, which is absolutely not true since I'm online...a lot. I just rarely go on chat systems because they take up all my time once I start chatting with different friends all over this small world.
Anyway, my short-term goal right now is to make friends the two new Rottweiler puppies at home. I must let them know who's boss. HEHEHEHEHEHE. Their daddy didn't look happy but he has to accept this sooner or later. My father told me that the puppies' daddy is still as aggressive as ever so I was advised against going anywhere near him. I'm just going to win the puppies' hearts over .......can't wait.
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137 so fucking angry
There was this Hispanic fucker who tried to molest me in the crowd at the festival. At first I thought it was a misunderstanding since the place was very crowded but later, I noticed him following me so I quickly dodged away and tried to blend in with others. I told my sister that someone seemed to be following us. She took me to the side and called her friends. When I thought it was safe and as I was walking towards my sister's friends, I felt a hand brushing past again and saw the same motherfucker with her fingers spread open. He instantly knew that I finally found out and he scurried away like the vermin he is. I'd have stormed up, punched him in the nose, kicked his balls real hard and screamed profanities were it not for the throngs of people pushing me away. I hate to think that he thinks he got away and that I'm one of those timid, submissive Japanese adolescents (read: easy targets) in cheap porn he fucking watch at home.
ARRRRRRRGGGHHHHHH.
it makes me hate latinos, latinas and all spanish/middle-eastern permutations. DIE.
I walked a little ahead of the group of people I joined at the fest since they're technically not really my friends (my sister's) and then I noticed this young Indian man following me. I gave him a murderous look before swiftly joining my sis' group again for security. He turned away and started taking pictures or pretended to. I didn't see him around so I thought that's that but about ten minutes later, when the girls stopped to discuss where to go next, I saw him a couple of meters away from me again. I pulled out my cardigan and bit on a toothpick in an attempt to look tough. He looked me in the eye and I stared back. No blinking. Five seconds. He looked away nervously and left.
I'm always on guard whenever I'm in a crowd because similar incidents have happened before. Outside Duomo in Italy, two greasy 30-something-looking men followed my sis and I at the square. I saw one of them whispering something to the other while looking at us so I grabbed my sis and hastened away from the center of the square, saying that we should move on and check out what the commotion is about around the perimeter of the square. If you've been to Milan, you'd know how huge the square is. All around it, some kind of sports exhibition was going on so we walked towards the area showcasing karate moves. All the participants were non-Asians and as I turned to the side to point this out to my sis, I saw the two men right beside her. I panicked, whispered to her about it and we headed straight towards the metro from there.
what the eff is wrong here? Is it me? Or are there just too many perverts in Europe?
I don't wear revealing clothing. In fact, I do not own a single seductive piece of clothing nor do I ever give anyone any sort of indication that I am a gullible person. For example, I know I look like a medusa who knows her shit. And I don't take crap from others. Even my professors told me this.
I never flirt with strangers. I don't think I look like someone who sucks at English and most of all, I'm always with someone and all the perverts were aware of this before they decided to make their moves.
I'm racking my brains to find the clue, change it and live in peace.
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I love Amsterdam so much that I decided to learn Dutch from now on.
This place reminds me of home (but better in layout and safety) that I couldn't stop gushing to my mom about how much I love it when I called her earlier this afternoon.
My heart was singing as I walked down the streets filled with wonderful stores and kind locals who have been nothing but gracious to me since I stepped down from the airplane.
The country and I started on the wrong foot actually. The night of my arrival in Eindhoven, I took the wrong train bound for the southern area instead of Amsterdam in the north. A conductor humored and guided me back on track and even went so far as to let the north-bound train conductor know that I wouldn't need to buy another ticket. Before I boarded the delayed train, another staff baby-ied my exhausted sister and I again by making sure that we know where to stop but trains in Holland are fickle so we ran into another problem soon after. The trains probably have dozens of delays and diversions every single day. The right train arrived almost one hour late and when I got back to Eindhoven, everyone got down instead of staying on all the way to Amsterdam Centraal - the supposed final stop. I panicked because my mind told me that there is no way NOBODY is going to Amsterdam on that train but my sister insisted that we were on the right train because the staff back at the other station told us so. A man at the end of the queue exiting the train kept looking at both of us and finally walked back towards us and asked whether we speak English. I said yes and he explained that because of the delays, the train wasn't going any further. That was really nice of him to do, isn't it? After all, he could have just walked out and assumed that we would figure out in a minute or two that the train is going nowhere and then we'd look like fools exiting the train late. Despite all that and the confusion involved, it turned out that we were on the right train but the generosity given to me by these strangers who speak a different tongue made a lasting impression on me and that is something I'd always be thankful for. That train route was diverged again later on but the conductor made an English announcement so we changed trains correctly and finally, finally reached Amsterdam around 9 PM, two hours behind our schedule.
I had tons more fun the next day but that's another story for another day.
If there is one European city I wouldn't mind living in, it'd be this.
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