FF

I’m the worst gift buyer in the world. Headed out to buy a gift for a male friend and walked around aimlessly looking for a gift with no idea what to buy. Then I thought fuck it, and headed to a shirt shop to get a French cuff shirt.

It wasn’t as simple as I thought. First of all, the said friend wears only dark colours. Go to Brooks Brothers or Raoul or any shirt shop and they’ll tell you they don’t have dark coloured cuff shirts.

I managed to get one at the fifth shop. Striped? Plain? Brown stripes? Gray stripes? Size? How the fuck do I know? I made the salesman stand there with me eyeing men walking by. When I saw someone approximately the same size, I pointed, and that’s how we estimated the size.

Next – cuff links. And not just any cuff links but it had to be unique because Pisceans like to think they’re unique and special. Only at the 3rd shop did I find …*drumroll* Autobots (from Transformers) cuff links. Men don’t grow up.

Shopping time – 3 hours. Brain cells used up – millions.

It’s really not easy to shop for men.

I think cooking shows are stupid. You can’t even smell or taste the food. So when the chef tastes his own cooking and does the obligatory hmmmm delicious, you have to wonder, if it tastes like shit, would he tell you it tastes like shit?

Especially that Nigella. As she gazes seductively into the camera and moans after she tastes her cooking, wahlau, I feel violated and that I ought to cover ears in shame.

Ya that’s all.

People have always asked me what my favourite flowers are, and I have never told anyone cos nobody had sent them to me before but now I can.

Sunflowers.

They’re not the classiest of flowers, but they’re simple, bright and pretty and I love them to bits.

Freaking hate it when people use:

1) Regarding about
2) Discussing about
3) Oggle/Oogle instead of ogle
4) Whinning instead of whining

GET IT RIGHT YOU MORONS.

I am afraid of many things, but most of all, I am afraid that one day, I will no longer be my own person.

Like when the achievements I boast about are no longer my own. For example, my boyfriend/husband just got promoted. My baby just took her first step. My kid just got into the best primary school in Singapore, JB, and some say Batam. You know, shit like that.

Like if I get attached to someone, the kind where I am attached at the hip, and I am no longer able to have a life of my own, and I lose my ability to have an opinion of my own, that’s scary shit. If one day you ask me something simple, and I say, erm let me ask my partner, please slap me! Or if you ask me out for drinks, and I say, oh let me check if my partner is free, then I am telling you now to not bother to ask me out again.

You know, shit like that.