Masquerade

Oh the cruelty of it all!!! Word was out that the Italian community was gonna have their Carnavale on Friday! A MASQUERADE party!! How absolutely divine!! Of course the 5 hip and happening women at work (moi included) got all hyped about it, envisioning the costumes we would wear, whether a mask would look better with or without feathers (that was me) and the people we'd meet. So there we were pouring over the website trying to locate the venue, only to be rather stumped when we couldn't recognise any of the roads. So we'd simply put it down as i) it was outside Shanghai city centre, or ii) it was held in the newest place TO BE , so new that we didn't even know it existed. That's ok, the next step was to simply call the organisers up and ask for directions. It was then we realised that instead of beginning with a 021 (state code for Shanghai), the phone number given began with a 010... The party was in Beijing... BLEH!

Oh Beautiful Sunshine!

It's early February and it's 21 deg outside!! Baby-T Weather!! Oh if only it would last. But like every thing good, there are it's pros and cons. And last night, this lovely weather left me with a widening hole in my pocket. :p Why? Well, you see, I was in great need for a pair of boots, so decided to go shopping after work. While on a typical winter evening I'll be dying to get into the comfort and coziness of my home ASAP, Monday saw C. and I leisurely casing the streets of Fuxing Lu - boot hunting. Afterall, it was a fabulous 17 deg! Needless to say, I came home with more than what I'd set out for. AND I BLAME THE WEATHER! And the fact that everything's so cheap here heehee!!! SHOULDN'T COMPLAIN!

That Dirty Ol Habit

There's many a time when we do things out of pure habit... looking at your wrist repeatedly despite not having a watch on; adding salt when there's already ENOUGH in the dish and thus insulting the chef (moi); or adding tomato ketchup to EVERYTHING you eat, including steak :s (I swear that's not solely due to a preference in taste... )

My biggest habit would be chewing on my thumb nail when I'm thinking or when I'm upset. I'm surprised I've not ripped the entire thing off by now.

I've forgotten what I'm supposed to get at. Damn.

It's hard when the rose-coloured glasses you'd had on for several years finally cracks and you see the person whom you thought was perfect and thought the world of, as he really is... just a regular human being, who doesn't care as much about you as you'd led yourself to believe. It stings and it hurts, but hey, you gotta face the truth at some point. Better now than 10 years down the line.