The Plastic Fivers
Due to the constant nagging of the one who has no life outside of my blog, I have decided to update.
You are indeed a pain in the ass, but I forgive you, psycho.
Five things new
1. The passing of one and the birth of another.
On August the 1st, the beloved Dark one passed away from what looked like to be respiratory complications. He waited for me to be by his side before he passed. He was four years old.
On August the 7th we adopted a new baby. He is named truffle (note: that's singular, with no capitalization) for his tri-colored fur. He was seven days old.
I've never had a guinea pig baby before. Being a guinea pig mom is not as easy when you're not covered in fur. But he makes the trouble worth it with his unconditional loving eyes.
Wow I miss him so badly...
2. I am very much attracted to the LG env 2.
It makes me feel guilty for some reason. Like I'm cheating on Mr. Red
No, Mr. Red. I love you still.
3. Making cupcakes = happiness
But this is not really anything new, is it?
4. New sunnies.
Next stop, bimboville.
No, I did not tan. The room was dark.
5. It goes groovy.
Ten days to write about
The scenario: a throat infection that has spread to the stomach and intestines. Fever. Toilet visits. Weird chemical taste in the mouth. Pain, oh excruciating pain. Lying limp on the carpet all day long, weak and pathetic and slowly dying on the inside from the thought of being unable to disinfect self.
OMG the agony.
After ten days and a full course of antibiotics that tasted like *&^%$#@! finally I am all better.
In said ten days I ate nothing but baby food. The kinds where you mix with water or milk to make a paste/slurry. The kinds where you have to make airplane sounds in order for baby to open up the hangar door to...
When I said I am all better, this is both true and misleading.
I no longer have the horrible infection. But.
I am no longer able to eat solid food.
Ever.
Okay, just kidding.
Maybe I would be able to after my entire gut has completely healed.
In the meantime... here comes the airplaaanneeee~
Fifteen minute dilemma
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that he was only important for the amount of things he bought me, of course that's not true at all. But undeniable is that when he was around, buying random and ridiculous things was a little bit easier for me.
He was widely known to be evil and kedekut, but whenever I appeared to be so into something, he would normally and happily oblige.
Now, when I'm about to buy something, over and above the usual do I really need this and can I really afford it questions, I also ask
Would he have bought me this?
I love him very much, still. And always will.
He made me a better person.
Twenty pounds more
The five things that never leave my bag:
The other things that my bag swallows:
1. Notebook, small notepad and organizer
2. Utility bag (pen, pencils, tape, knife, scissors, sharpie etc)
3. Toiletry bag (paper soap, hand cream, deodorant, solid perfume, disinfectant, eyedrops, 1-2-3)
4. Makeup bag (powder, lippie/gloss/balm, eyeliner, comb, blotters, hair clips and ties)
5. A dri-fit tee (because they weigh next to nothing and don't wrinkle)
6. Water bottle
7. Environmental friendly shopping bag
8. A book. Usually P&P
9. Drug box. Containing... drugs. No prize for guessing
10. Kleenex, hankie, wet tissues. Sometimes a small towel
Btw the cheek stain doesn't get a name because it's not a toy.
Good Lord, how heavy my bag must be. Good thing I'm an Amazonian.
Twenty five random things about me
Tagged ages ago on facebook by the beloved Kau.
1. I love making lists. Obviously.
2. I write in cursive
3. I recycle almost everything I can - partly to save the planet, partly for the $$$
4. I hate cabbages. All kinds of cabbages.
5. I can listen to one song over and over again for an entire year.
6. I have an OCD that runs in this cycle: obsess, acquire, obsess, discard. Repeat.
7. I suck at thumb wrestling because I have short stubby fingers. Therefore I always cheat
8. I fell off a ledge at a parking lot when I was six and have been terrified of heights since
9. I read teen romance novels and then try to deny that I do
10. I love looking at what other people have in their bags
11. I bake somewhat better than I cook
12. I love dressing up in (trendy) school uniforms
13. I don't have a particular favorite color
14. I went to an all-girls school and remained boyfriendless until I was in college
15. I am terrified of trucks carrying gas cylinders
16. I think in English. I don't know why
17. I prefer the 8x10.5 letter size to the larger 8.5x11
18. I have no self-control when it comes to: health & beauty products, school supplies, shiny plastic toys
19. I love rats more than I love cats
20. I sleep with four pillows, a crocodile, a hippopotamus, a bear and two blankets. On a single bed
21. I am a blue-stared eBayer of both the buying and selling kind
22. I only drink Dr Pepper now. No other sodas will do. Ah, monogamy
23. I no longer wear a watch
24. I love Japanese food and would love to eat only it for the rest of my life. Seriously
25. I want to be three inches shorter so I can wear three inch heels
26. I managed to start all sentences with I.
and last but not least
Thirty Opportunities For Love
We have made it to that time of the year again.
Ramadhan Mubarak.
God Bless.
You are indeed a pain in the ass, but I forgive you, psycho.
Five things new
1. The passing of one and the birth of another.
On August the 1st, the beloved Dark one passed away from what looked like to be respiratory complications. He waited for me to be by his side before he passed. He was four years old.
On August the 7th we adopted a new baby. He is named truffle (note: that's singular, with no capitalization) for his tri-colored fur. He was seven days old.
I've never had a guinea pig baby before. Being a guinea pig mom is not as easy when you're not covered in fur. But he makes the trouble worth it with his unconditional loving eyes.
Wow I miss him so badly...
2. I am very much attracted to the LG env 2.
It makes me feel guilty for some reason. Like I'm cheating on Mr. Red
No, Mr. Red. I love you still.
3. Making cupcakes = happiness
But this is not really anything new, is it?
4. New sunnies.
Next stop, bimboville.
No, I did not tan. The room was dark.
5. It goes groovy.
Ten days to write about
The scenario: a throat infection that has spread to the stomach and intestines. Fever. Toilet visits. Weird chemical taste in the mouth. Pain, oh excruciating pain. Lying limp on the carpet all day long, weak and pathetic and slowly dying on the inside from the thought of being unable to disinfect self.
OMG the agony.
After ten days and a full course of antibiotics that tasted like *&^%$#@! finally I am all better.
In said ten days I ate nothing but baby food. The kinds where you mix with water or milk to make a paste/slurry. The kinds where you have to make airplane sounds in order for baby to open up the hangar door to...
When I said I am all better, this is both true and misleading.
I no longer have the horrible infection. But.
I am no longer able to eat solid food.
Ever.
Okay, just kidding.
Maybe I would be able to after my entire gut has completely healed.
In the meantime... here comes the airplaaanneeee~
Fifteen minute dilemma
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that he was only important for the amount of things he bought me, of course that's not true at all. But undeniable is that when he was around, buying random and ridiculous things was a little bit easier for me.
He was widely known to be evil and kedekut, but whenever I appeared to be so into something, he would normally and happily oblige.
Now, when I'm about to buy something, over and above the usual do I really need this and can I really afford it questions, I also ask
Would he have bought me this?
I love him very much, still. And always will.
He made me a better person.
Twenty pounds more
The five things that never leave my bag:
The other things that my bag swallows:
1. Notebook, small notepad and organizer
2. Utility bag (pen, pencils, tape, knife, scissors, sharpie etc)
3. Toiletry bag (paper soap, hand cream, deodorant, solid perfume, disinfectant, eyedrops, 1-2-3)
4. Makeup bag (powder, lippie/gloss/balm, eyeliner, comb, blotters, hair clips and ties)
5. A dri-fit tee (because they weigh next to nothing and don't wrinkle)
6. Water bottle
7. Environmental friendly shopping bag
8. A book. Usually P&P
9. Drug box. Containing... drugs. No prize for guessing
10. Kleenex, hankie, wet tissues. Sometimes a small towel
Btw the cheek stain doesn't get a name because it's not a toy.
Good Lord, how heavy my bag must be. Good thing I'm an Amazonian.
Twenty five random things about me
Tagged ages ago on facebook by the beloved Kau.
1. I love making lists. Obviously.
2. I write in cursive
3. I recycle almost everything I can - partly to save the planet, partly for the $$$
4. I hate cabbages. All kinds of cabbages.
5. I can listen to one song over and over again for an entire year.
6. I have an OCD that runs in this cycle: obsess, acquire, obsess, discard. Repeat.
7. I suck at thumb wrestling because I have short stubby fingers. Therefore I always cheat
8. I fell off a ledge at a parking lot when I was six and have been terrified of heights since
9. I read teen romance novels and then try to deny that I do
10. I love looking at what other people have in their bags
11. I bake somewhat better than I cook
12. I love dressing up in (trendy) school uniforms
13. I don't have a particular favorite color
14. I went to an all-girls school and remained boyfriendless until I was in college
15. I am terrified of trucks carrying gas cylinders
16. I think in English. I don't know why
17. I prefer the 8x10.5 letter size to the larger 8.5x11
18. I have no self-control when it comes to: health & beauty products, school supplies, shiny plastic toys
19. I love rats more than I love cats
20. I sleep with four pillows, a crocodile, a hippopotamus, a bear and two blankets. On a single bed
21. I am a blue-stared eBayer of both the buying and selling kind
22. I only drink Dr Pepper now. No other sodas will do. Ah, monogamy
23. I no longer wear a watch
24. I love Japanese food and would love to eat only it for the rest of my life. Seriously
25. I want to be three inches shorter so I can wear three inch heels
26. I managed to start all sentences with I.
and last but not least
Thirty Opportunities For Love
We have made it to that time of the year again.
Ramadhan Mubarak.
God Bless.
