I can wear Zara's size S for a particular pair of pants!
Rigggghhhtt. I forsee my readers rolling their eyes upon this statement. Come to think of it, that pair of pants I bought was indeed an S size, but with its hip measurement so huge that that pants hangs on my butt (just the way I want it) and the pant legs stretches all the way to..err..to..15cm beyond my toes. Yeah. (That probably suggests that people of that height ought to have a hipsize of my hips. ie. I'm not the right size!)
Hahaha.
On top of that I bought another pair of slippers that cost $5. Yeah, $5! *silly grin* Didn't buy anything else though. Maybe I ought to head back to Heeren to check out that maroon top that caught my eye again. Though its too expensive for a PLAIN sleeveless top. I realise I sound rather like an airhead, always talking about my shopping trips and what I bought/saw/wanted to buy etc. I ought to stop. -_-
Got approached by this lady who mentioned something about her working for an advertisment company and they are in search of new faces. Me, model calibre? hahahahaha. I am tickled.
I think it is a shame that people smoke. They should never have introduced tobacco into the human world. Saw a couple of well dressed, good looking ladies and young men today, they looked so well-groomed and even, attractive. Until I saw them holding a cigarette between their fingers and pursing their lips to puff away smoke. *sigh* Why?
I probably made like a hundred calls during work today, picked up the phone and my ear never left it for more than 10 minutes - lasted from 9am to 5.40pm making calls to directors/presidents/managers to invite them to this cocktail function that HSBC is going to host. I bet I can beat Rudolph hands down when it comes to matching my red ears up against his red nose. Anyway, the bonus was that I got to hear (and talk to) many lovely male voices, especially those of ang mohs. Its simply amazing how so many male voices sound lovely when they speak perfect English (coupled with a soft trace of accent with a sing-song quality). *swoons* Before my poor dear has to start worrying, I assure you that I merely love those voices. Period.
I ought to listen to more songs. I have developed a love for singing (really!) especially when I'm in the toilet/listening to my mp3s/walking along the streets. And not just humming/singing softly. As in, really working my diaghram. (is that how you spell it?)
Long rainy day. Its such a perfect day to stay at home with a bowl of warm cream based soup and my Reader's Digest. For tonight, I shall forget about SATs. Oh, and I got so pissed with my students yesterday. Uggggh. I don't know what they were busy with, but all...all of them obviously didn't practise their pieces. Driving me nuts lah, these children. *groans*
Rigggghhhtt. I forsee my readers rolling their eyes upon this statement. Come to think of it, that pair of pants I bought was indeed an S size, but with its hip measurement so huge that that pants hangs on my butt (just the way I want it) and the pant legs stretches all the way to..err..to..15cm beyond my toes. Yeah. (That probably suggests that people of that height ought to have a hipsize of my hips. ie. I'm not the right size!)
Hahaha.
On top of that I bought another pair of slippers that cost $5. Yeah, $5! *silly grin* Didn't buy anything else though. Maybe I ought to head back to Heeren to check out that maroon top that caught my eye again. Though its too expensive for a PLAIN sleeveless top. I realise I sound rather like an airhead, always talking about my shopping trips and what I bought/saw/wanted to buy etc. I ought to stop. -_-
Got approached by this lady who mentioned something about her working for an advertisment company and they are in search of new faces. Me, model calibre? hahahahaha. I am tickled.
I think it is a shame that people smoke. They should never have introduced tobacco into the human world. Saw a couple of well dressed, good looking ladies and young men today, they looked so well-groomed and even, attractive. Until I saw them holding a cigarette between their fingers and pursing their lips to puff away smoke. *sigh* Why?
I probably made like a hundred calls during work today, picked up the phone and my ear never left it for more than 10 minutes - lasted from 9am to 5.40pm making calls to directors/presidents/managers to invite them to this cocktail function that HSBC is going to host. I bet I can beat Rudolph hands down when it comes to matching my red ears up against his red nose. Anyway, the bonus was that I got to hear (and talk to) many lovely male voices, especially those of ang mohs. Its simply amazing how so many male voices sound lovely when they speak perfect English (coupled with a soft trace of accent with a sing-song quality). *swoons* Before my poor dear has to start worrying, I assure you that I merely love those voices. Period.
I ought to listen to more songs. I have developed a love for singing (really!) especially when I'm in the toilet/listening to my mp3s/walking along the streets. And not just humming/singing softly. As in, really working my diaghram. (is that how you spell it?)
Long rainy day. Its such a perfect day to stay at home with a bowl of warm cream based soup and my Reader's Digest. For tonight, I shall forget about SATs. Oh, and I got so pissed with my students yesterday. Uggggh. I don't know what they were busy with, but all...all of them obviously didn't practise their pieces. Driving me nuts lah, these children. *groans*