Incredible Tales

How much weight have I put on since I came over to the UK?

The hand on the scales probably doesn't say as much as what I'm going to reveal.

Went lingerie shopping today. Found out today (years and years later after my first bra) that I'm now a 36B 34D.

It's either I've put on that much weight; OR the auntie selling Triumph in The Store just simply didn't know what she was doing trying to squeeze me into the wrong size.

I knew something was wrong...

The new bras are HUMONGOUS, I tell you. Such a vast difference from what I had. When I put them together just for a comparison, it's like half the size of what I bought today. What a revelation!!!

And I saw loads of weird people in La Senza today. (I think generally people like that exist anywhere in the world but it's so hilarious when you do see the things they do in person.)

Group 1:
A couple, the wife/gf/partner is trying to pick a style when the guy said, "Is that what you're wearing? That is unbelievable. These things are as big as my head! It's a hammock, not a bra!". It wasn't in a low key manner, and there're loads of people in the shop at that time. Lady said, "I've already gone down 2 sizes from what I used to be!"
OKAY..............
*silently floats away from this weird pair*

Group 2:
A family of 3, with a suspicious looking father and a girl around 6-7 years old. Was walking behind them trying to get out of the shop when the father was OBVIOUSLY blocking my way. Apparently he was "admiring" the displays and items in the shop. The mother hissed, "Stop touching all the women's underwear!". He said, "I can't help it, they're so pretty! I'm trying to imagine you in them."
EWW.......
Let me explain what is wrong in this situation. No 1, I think this is something you generally wouldn't say out loud in the presence of loads of strangers because I don't think they really wanna know, and No 2, definitely not something you will have a conversation about in front of your 6-7 year old daughter.

Group 3:
Actually, this is not a group, it's just one person. I was trying to get past her when she picked up something and started scrutinizing it. (I don't know why but that's what it seemed like to me at that time.) I said excuse me. She frantically droped the bra back on the rail and scuttled away, looking terrified.
Am I that scary? I think not.

And many others that I don't think it's worth mentioning.

Come to think of it, it was extremely crowded today. Probably it's the sun, that's why everyone's like out there to fight for that patch of land for that bit of sunshine before it's gone.

The Uncertainty of Life

You really never know what's gonna happen.

One minute you can be alive, the next you can be dead.

Life is truly indeed like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.

But for most people, their lives are like a box of cheap Asda chocolates. Never gonna know what you'll get and probably nothing great if anything good ever comes out of it.

Good people don't deserve this.

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After thinking for a while, this thing comes back to me again.

Never take things for granted. Because they aren't.

12.45am on a Sunday morning...

At the moment when I'm typing this, I practically just got back from work.

Yes, people. I was at work wee hours in the morning on a weekend. Stuff...can't really explain, but then since I got chaperoned, didn't have to walk, and am getting paid...I'm not complaining.

READ: I LOVE BEING A WORKAHOLIC!

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On a totally unrelated subject, I was out in town today for a movie.

AHA! Finally watched Sex and the City now. Didn't let me down; High fashion, huge drama, and loads of scenes that make you go "Awww..." (both platonic and non). Of course, there're parts where you would just want to see it happening your way, but hey, life's never like that, now, does it?

But I think the most realistic part now is that they're telling the story of 40-year-old women, and at the same time they're actually showing that it is. Yes, they're all still svelte and all (it's still LA & NY, that's why), but you can see (most obviously) from their faces that it has definitely been a fair few years since we last saw them.

Then it struck me. Again. On the reflection I saw in the mirror that morning itself.

Some teeny, tiny lines that are on the verge of making their debut. (I'm not going to say where coz I'm still in denial.)

Running low on my skincare supplies, I made some purchases in vain hopes that I could save my skin from deteriorating further, and pretend that I'm going to be 21 forever, and it's easier for collagen to stay on and fats off.



Got some freebies and samples. But then again, why aren't the samples nowadays coming in nice decent bottles? Instead they come in foil-wrapped packages and could only be dispensed once.

Oohh, and I saw this ad on the Metro the other day, and Glamour was giving away Benefit lipgloss with every mag, so I "chiong" and bought myself a copy that day itself. And because I liked it so much, I probably did the most outrageous thing I've ever done this year so far.



I bought another 2 copies of the same magazine that came with 2 other different colours of the lipgloss. (It's worth it since I saw they usually cost about 13 pounds at the counter. The magazine costed only 2 quid.)



Because I bloody well deserve it.

June

I can't freaking believe that it's June already?!?!??!

What the hell happened to January, February, March, April and May?

(I do know what happened but it just didn't seem that long ago.)

Anyway, in case anyone's wondering, I've been busy for the past 2 weeks.

Work, Bank Holiday weekend in Newcastle, then work again. Plus...my housemate kind of over-downloaded and busted our capping for the month so had to wait until the next month to get our internet subscription resumed. (Either that or the landlord had just blatantly forgotten to pay the bill.)

But all in all, I need to catch up on my sleep for the past week. The weekend in Newcastle and the party last night is draining me of my energy.

Age is catching up with me. Being 24 sucks.

What a drag...

I have this love-hate relationship with the weekends.

Love it when it's near. Hate it when it's dragging at the end. Can't wait to get back in at work on Monday. But when Monday morning comes, I would have been wishing that it's Saturday all over again.

Another thing about weekends is that I pig-out endlessly when I have nothing to do at home. Not on real food but all sorts of rubbish. It's so out of control to the point of being scary. That's why I keep doing my laundry, hoovering, sorting my wardrobe, arranging and rearranging my stuff on the shelf...but I'll always end up, somehow or another, shopping for groceries.

Anyway...can't wait for next weekend to come! Yeap yeap, going up to Newcastle! Come to think of it, I've left Newcastle for exactly 6 months already. Just like that. Swished past before I realised it. And it's May. (God, it can't be! Already??!?)

Right...back to something positive! Newcastle...

Gonna go up for the weekend and celebrate with the dudes on their last paper. Just like last year. Er...but I think I was back home snoozing away 2 hours after my paper ended instead of painting the town red. Yeah, I was. Coz I was too tired and drained by then. (Eww, that was so boring!)

Update:
My rashes have almost finally healed! After, like, a whole week?!? It's not completely healed though, but I consider it almost since it's no longer sore and itching, but the ugly patches are still there no doubt making it an eyesore. I was so traumatized coz it got so SO bad on Monday morning that I'd bought antihistamines, calamine and hydrocortisone cream during lunch break instead of lunch. But it's like a layer of dried and not-quite-dead-yet skin that's probably waiting to peel off sooner or later or get shed off when the cells renew themselves. Wonder how I actually got that in the first place?