ASOS IS A terrible place to default to on the Internet when you're bored but trying not to shop (as anybody with a pulse will tell you, the minute you say no to doing something, it suddenly becomes imperative that you get to do it ... immediately).
So here I am, barely fifteen days into the new lunar year and already I've found something to covet.
This dress is all slinky jersey with a whiff of muscle-tee cool, and then BAM! suddenly there's that ridiculously compelling metallic hem.
Couple of super important questions though: What is that hem doing there? And why do I like it so much?
Add another thing onto the list of stuff I like that will send rivulets of fear streaking through my mother's heart.
I THINK BEING forced to sit at a desk when all I want to do is sleep is a mega cruel and unusual form of torture.
Am still recovering from all the visiting and lack of sleep.
This is sad. I think I understand why more and more people are opting to fly as far away as humanly possible, because on top of having to give a wide spectrum of unmarried people money you also have to feed them if they come calling to your house.
... Which just kind of means you're paying for kids and their parents to come over, eat, make a huge mess and then just leave without cleaning up after themselves.
I downed a super cup of coffee the size of my face this morning to distract myself from the fact that my breakfast was terrible and now I can't stop using exclamation marks in chat windows. I'm trying hard to refrain from repeating this irresponsible behavior here in this space so I don't come off as crazy ... but it's getting too difficult to restrain myself.
I'm not even sure if I am using proper punctuation, I'm so buzzed from all the caffeine. I mean, who can really tell.
Spent the first four days of the Chinese new year in that concrete jungle also known as Singapore, basking in child-like wonderment at the miracle that is outdoor air-conditioning & rooting around various stores for clothes (almost nothing was in my size save for a pair of printed green trousers from Zara, thus reiterating my fanatic belief that Zara just about NEVER disappoints).
I also found the time to gawk stupidly at decorations with my infant nephew, and cavort along an impossibly deserted Orchard Road before proceeding to marinate for hours in the humidity with Twinnie and Peadle Pops (MISS YOU GUYS).
Then I got on a very small plane and braced myself through a maelstrom of turbulence (have you ever gotten on a very small plane when it's raining? If you haven't, I pray you never find out what that's like) just to get to my tiny hometown along the Rejang River where house-visiting consumed nearly all my waking hours.
I don't think I could look at another slice of cake the same way again.
Now I'm back home, sitting at a desk tapping this out to you because sadly, all holidays have to come to an end. Not sure if this post is fully coherent, but it will have to do for now because I don't think I've managed to fully recover from it all yet.
Will be too busy navigating the dieter's hell that is Chinese New Year - cakes, cookies, dumplings, nuts, buns, Chinese kuihs ... YUM. I'm probably going to forget I even have a blog.
For those of you who are not Chinese and are wondering what we're so busy with for 15 days, it's really just a big smudgy blur of red outfits, house-visiting, red packet receiving, moaning about age, complaining about how fast the days are passing, committing mass carbicide, more red outfits, eating, drinking, fireworks, lion dances, loud gongs and gambling.
I'm going to be so sick of this sight by this time next week.
I'll probably have to remember to Tweet stuff sporadically.
Chinese New Year is a hop and a skip away, which means I'm on a self-imposed shopping ban until I reach the sunny shores of Singapore on the 8th (not that the postal system on this island is really good enough to trust with packages anyway).
Then I'm dragging Twinnie out of her cupcake-filled hole to shop until we drop, because I hear shopping when you're on holiday is pretty much mandatory.
... Even if it means I'm just shopping for fried eats at an Old Chang Kee kiosk.
"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.
ADDITIONAL BENEFITS: The lack of a wheelie function on this thing pretty much guarantees you a free workout as you're running from gate-to-gate. And who can really put a price on the benefits of cardiovascular health?