Who's up for a garage sale?

We recently found out over the weekend that my ex maid was stealing from us. As my current maid, who is a month old was helping my mom flip my grandma's mattress over, she found FIVE PAIRS OF MY BEAUTIFUL EARRINGS bunched up into a little ball and tucked away in a wee corner under the bed planks. After she handed it over to my mom (she was equally shocked as we were), my mother and I did a quick search of the house and found out more stuff that was missing -- including my mom's jewelery. I suppose that woman couldn't grab the earrings in time because my mom told her to go pack her stuff like, right when she was going to send her back. This is the problem with being too trusting of strangers in our house and not locking all our doors when we go out -- and not checking her bags before leaving the house cause we didn't want to offend her. We should have guessed she was capable of something like this with that attitude she had. If she still has itchy hands in her new employers place I hope she gets caught and sent home.

And along with that I also realized I must have a lot of crap in my room because I noticed two pairs of earrings were missing (which i thought i lost because i am careless that way) and had NO IDEA that three more were gone. I can't even remember what I have and what i don't have anymore! As I was looking through my other stuff to determine if anything else was missing, besides the obvious clothes and accessories with i use regularly, I honestly can't remember what else are in my cupboards!

I am hoarder, admittedly. After 4 years, I finally threw out my university sketches and notes only a few months back. I threw out 6 pairs of shoes which i had bundled up with intentions of fixing, but never got to it. I threw out piles and piles of miscellaneous construction paper, glitter, dried up markers, dried up paint and pens from my card making random drawing days. I packed and gave away bags n bags of clothes from the yesteryears, some of which I had used only a couple of times, some of which was from when i was 10 pounds lighter and was hoping to loose weight and get back into but considering that my will power is the size of a peanut i should stop kidding myself.

I still have a whole bunch of clothes, accessories, photos, books and god knows what else is collecting dust in the save heaven which is my room to look through among the things i decided I couldn't throw or give away. It just feels like such a waste you know. Too bad the concept of yard sales never picked up here.

Anybody want to buy my clothes? Especially lots of clubbing outfits which annu has gotten too fat for.

Lookie me noohair!

Today i went from this

to this.




































After four and a half hours, and a huge hole in my wallet I walked out of an impulse decision pretty pleased with myself. I know i said i was going to embrace my natural curls, and stop trying to undo them. And i know a lot of you think the curls rock, and would pay hundreds to get it done to your straight hair. I really have learnt to love my curly hair and I do think its looks quite gaya at times. But I was getting increasingly lazier to style them every morning before work, which resulted in my bunching it up most of the time. And i'm too impatient to wait for it to grow longer so I can do more with it.

Besides, if i dont try more adventurous hair styles like this now when i'm in my mid 20s, I cant possibly when I'm 40 right. Plus, I was born with the curls, and will always have them, i can embrace it with more sincerity when im 40.

Don't you just hate it when the stylists keep talking to you while doing your hair? I like to just read my book or thrashy magazines rather then answer where i work for the thousanth time. And avoid the sales pitch on hair care products the thousanth time.


My back was so sore by the time I was done at the salon I had to lean against my car and stretch a bit before getting in.

So June has been a month of indulging, I still have my mom's birthday gift, my best friends birthday gift, two more friends birthday gifts and a wedding gift to get all in the next five days before the month ends. July shall be the month of repayments.

Late night movies are for grown ups

Kids below the ages of 10 do not belong in the cinema for night movies. Whether it is a cartoon or an animated film, the should be in bed.

I’m not saying this to be harsh, but a child talking /whining/ crying throughout a movie can be extremely annoying. And I blame the parents, if you’re unable to keep your child quiet to two hours plus, you shouldn’t be out at night watching a movie. At the risk of sounding harsh again, I don’t care if that’s the only time you get to catch the film, or if you are busy chasing careers and keeping house, if you cannot make your young child understand that he or she needs to be quiet for the duration of the film, then you have no right ruining the movie for the oh, only 100 plus more people watching it.

I know the concept of Mommy & Me shows haven’t really caught on here, and those would be perfect for bringing kids to the movies. But still, think of all the other people who were keen on catching the dialogue of the movie. If babysitters are really so hard to come by, then go for a matinee. If you want to bring your child to catch the cartoon, then do it at a time in the day where more families are likely to be attending (and to be more understanding) then for the 10pm shows which are usually filled with young adults who are easily annoyed and would not hesitate to turn around and shush the kid. I do not see why I should give up watching a movie I’ve paid premium price for because some parents are irresponsible. Kids get more and more tired and restless as the day goes by, even if you’ve made sure little darlings have had their naps in the afternoon, the tendency of them asking questions, simply because they’re curios at that age, is very high. Therefore, the onus lies on you, the mommies and the daddies, to figure out how you can least annoy the other people in the cinema.

As you may have guessed by now, incessant 'whys' during my catching of Shrek 3 is the cause of this rant. And yes, i shusshed a five year old. So shoot me.