of the candle on my cake.
Let’s take stock.
I am spending unholy amounts. On underwear, especially. After i spoke recently of how i am not gonna spend fortunes cuddling my privates. But i must say, the cK Steel collection is really flattering.
On top of that, despite the vitriol towards DBS for their support of Focus on the Family (even if it is for children’s projects), a lot of my expenses have been charged to my DBS card. And am gonna charge even more to my DBS card later today. Why do all the undies and other people’s gifts come with discounts tied to DBS cards? Clearly, am selling my principles for $1.75 off each flattering undie. Has turning older made me more ‘pragmatic’ (dirty word, dirty word)?
I know i asked for a low-key celebration. But it would have been nice to have at least 1 greeting on my Facebook wall. (does this constitute unreasonable behaviour?)
I told myself to accept that the fairytale will never happen. But still i harbour hopes. Last night, almost hit on someone. Funny thing is, when i imagined bringing him back home, i didn’t get images of him naked in my bed. I was seeing images of him meeting my family. Gosh, am i getting that old? Or did i just turn lesbian?
Of the 4 guys i recently lusted after, ran into 3 last night. 2 were right next to me at some point in the night. Almost approached them. Almost. What could i possibly say or do to interest them in me?
Drunk messaging can be really hazardous. Surprisingly, still grammatically correct!
Made a resolution to kick / cut down one habit. Still going strong! (to keep me motivated, am rewarding myself with more shopping! Hope non-DBS card promos this time.)
Told myself not to read the blogs of hotties cos reading of their adventures is really depressing (oh, do i choose hunk A or stud B or model C?). Just bookmarked another 2. Damn it.
That aside, there is a conspiracy going on. Each time i think of going to the gym (i mean, just thinking, not even so far as getting out of bed), it starts raining. Every time. I mean, every single time. Each and every single time.
Well, just stopped raining. Good. But now, it is sooo hot …
ps. Oh oh oh, must say must say … i lost weight! Tummy still there, but i lost weight! I lost almost 9 kg! … thanks to the totally screwed up machine at the gym.
After triangulating the results with data generated from other vaguely sane machines, learnt i actually … lost weight! But only about 2 kg lah. Still, not bad, not bad. Can eat free cake from cafe - got bday voucher to redeem cake. Cho chweet! But so paiseh to go cafe and eat cake alone. Nyeh! ( i dunno what the ‘nyeh’ is supposed to mean, just popped into my head, so i typed it out)
