Sunday, April 11, 2010

Greatest Love Song

#1 Crush remains as my #1 love song of all time.

I just have this stupid fantasy of singing it on stage, in my darkest (yet tasteful :p) outfit with a 3 piece band.. god I love Shirley Manson.

It's just amazing how they even come up with that tune. The music, the lyrics are just so crazy yet true. When you're in love, that's exactly how you feel - 'cant live without', 'i'd do anything for you', pure freaky obsession that you'd be embarrassed to admit.

yes, I would die for you

... er ok, maybe not

Thursday, April 1, 2010

My Personal Top Five

Obviously fashion is not at the top of my priority list right now. I left Dubai with only a Sonia Rykiel for H&M sweater (ok fine, except for the whole suitcase full of home junks and trinkets :p), inspired by the striped top Carrie Bradshaw wore in Season 6 in Sex in the City (the outfit she wore when she frist arrived). Yes, there is no way I could ever fit in it right now but I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I should be able to do so in er... 6 months or so?

Time flies. It's 27 weeks now and he's alive and kickin'. I am still having this mixed feelings - partly I can't wait to finally see him and partly nervous to a definitely life-changing experience. One thing for sure, I'm grateful.

Things have been smooth sailing. No puking, no breakouts, only angry appetite and the OCCASSIONAL mood swings. I have been thankfully healthy and fit enough to roam the streets and malls in Dubai and Bandung.

I am kind of irritated or rather annoyed with some people who have been trying to be Mrs-Know-It-All, to be telling all sorts of things just because they have had similar experience before. Chill out, I am already seeing a doctor who has >30 years of experience and unless if you think you know more than him, then thanks, but no thanks. I drink coffee and coke as I like (coz he says I can), I took meds when I had fever (coz he pescribed me those pills), I have not been drinking milk as I am lactose intolerant (and he says it's ok) and I take eno whenever I have stomach discomfort (coz he says I can too). And I thought it was rather mean for someone to have the nerve to tell me in the face that she 'heard' things will be bad at later stages as unlike most women (especially her), I have not been experiencing the common painful symptoms so far. *sigh*

Anyway, I read this inspiring article on my fav decorating blog that suggested that we should have only FIVE goals at a time, to make them more achievable and I guess to keep our focus right on track? So here are my top five goals (at least for now):

1. Anger management - Yes, I do realize that I have tantrums (nasty ones in fact) so I try to be conscious all the time and not allow my anger and emotions take control of the situation.

2. Home - They say I'm nesting. I have just lost interest in fashion (for obvious reasons that nothing look good on me now) so my obsession have now been shifted to furnitures. I love the modern contemporary look - with a little bit of antiques and glamour thrown in between modern, clean pieces. Well, it's still a long way to go - the plan is to move into our new home in about 6 months so we'll see.

3. Diaper bag - ok fine, I guess this is just a shallow one (or can't even be considered as a goal) but I just have to get that Prada diaper bag (I'm not going to put the link here in case you outbid me :p)

4. To have a more meaningful hobby - I'd like to be a great home-maker - at least to my own standard. Maybe I should take up cooking and baking?

5. To lead a healthy lifestyle - I have reached the age where more and more things are starting to break. The metabolic rate is getting extremely slow, the skin has started to sag and even my brain is just getting as blunt as my mother-in-laws kitchen knifes (haha). It's time for me to start picking up the good habits (stay positive, exercise) and drop the bad ones (junk food)