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Musings
Why does so many people think that Minou looks like a dog?
So is it really the chicken or the egg?
Money is the root of all evil?
Are cockroaches taking over the world?
Is bigger really better?
Are diamonds really a girl's best friend?
Egg yolk or egg white?
Is it really better to be loved than to love?
So, Minou really looks like a dog?
Then what are diamonds to a man? He's worst enemy?
Are big boobs really so desirable?
How do men live with such little shoes?
Are you sure cockroaches are not taking over the world?
Who invented examinations anyway?
Why are interesting programmes on the television shown during bedtime?
Why do people get drunk? So they can feel horrible the next day?
People who just wanna complain. Don't they get tired of saying the same old things over and over again?
Is marriage really finding the special someone to annoy for the rest of his/her life? (according to a certain someone)
How can you be sure cockroaches are not taking over the world?
Why must curiosity kill the cat? Why not a dog? They are just as curious. Maybe even more so.
Why do they name hurricanes with female names?
Minou is a cat, I tell you. Stop saying she looks like a dog.
On shoes and underwear
Hmm....found an old draft that I saved and forgot.
Well, I'm posting this.
:p
There's something about underwear and shoes that screws up my brain connections. Synapses misfire or refuse to connect and the only thought that will prevail in my mind is "So cute/pretty/beautiful. I want to buy. How much is it?"
I have tried to get my shoe fetish under control coz it's really quite daunting to see the many pairs I own sitting besides the front door. It's even worse when I realise that many of them are actually quite similar. And I don't wanna be Imelda Marcos.
Hmmm...I don't mind being another Imelda Marcos if I can amass her jewellery collection....
Underwear, is another problem. I just can't get enough of them!
Seriously, I own enough, make that more than enough. But somehow, when I see cute underwear, my brain gets taken over.
Nevermind the fact that the underwear is super frilly and I cannot wear it under 90% of my clothes, nevermind the fact that my drawer is overflowing at home, and nevermind the fact that it's blowing a big hole in my pocket.
I know no one can actually see my underwear. Not that I want anyone else to.
Besides The Husband, no one else will be able to see. And he doesn't seem so interested in the first place.
But I will know that I am wearing cute/pretty/beautiful underwear and I will feel good about it for the whole day.
Silence
Never leave me alone.
My mind wanders.
Imagination runs wild.
At my most depressive self.
I thought I liked solitude.
Now I am not so sure.
Nevermind.
This week is a busy week.
Loads of dinners planned.
One on Tuesday, family dinner on Wednesday, a treat by a colleague who passed her driving test on Thursday and a belated birthday dinner for a good friend on Friday.
Not to forget a little shopping trip with some colleagues on Friday afternoon...
Phew!
Next week....
Right now there's dinner on Thursday.
Batam outing on Friday, back on Saturday.
Am I a popular girl or wat?!?
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Sunday, April 09, 2006