Sunday, January 10, 2010

Day 1 Without My Best Friend

Dear Sui Po,

It has been 21.5 hours since you left me. I went through the day just fine but each time my eyes land on the picture frame you bought for me, the reality hits me again that you have left for good. The picture was meant to be for you to bring it back home so that you would have some sort of our memories that we built together! Now you are forcing me to stare at your face everyday. How can I not miss you like that?


And just now I passed by the Lonsdale St's Hungry Jack's. The memory of four years ago came pouring in. Our first 'Welcome Ball'. You were in your Miss Selfridge dress looking gorgeous. At that time I was the skinny walking stick. Ugh. I don't understand how I could stand myself back then. Anyway, that moment was pleasant. Because it was about you and me.

Love,
Sei Po

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Ikea The Place To Be

It was the only day that I could sleep in till god knows what time. Eventhough I slept till 11.00am, it still doesn't feel enough to recharge my energy which I had used up throughout the week for work. Full time job sux in a way that it doesn't allow you to take any afternoon nap. And I am an afternoon napper. Blekz.

I slept till 11.00am and was too excited to head to Ikea with my friends for brunch and some shopping. I reallllyyyy love their meat balls! And their never ending Lipton tea supply. Ahhh... bliss! After the meals, we did a quick tour around Ikea. I was eyeing for a document tray. One thing I love about Ikea is their stuff are at such a reasonable price with fantastically beautiful design. The document tray that I found in the city was priced at $13.00 per tray. I needed three trays which would ended up costing me $39.00. No way I would pay such a price!! Ikea's dokument tray (that's the way Ikea name it) cost only $15.00 and look way more beautiful than the ones I found in the city!

Then Ikea sucked me into buying a pot of Thyme, a candle plate and a candle. Bean asked what was the candle for buy which I replied, 'Oh... I bought candle so that I could save electricity! Got scent one! And it was on discount! Two bucks!' Bean retorted, 'You bought it because of the discount la!'

Whatever man!

The worst part is Ikea sucked us into buying their Ikea friends. Each stuffed toys cost $0.49. I had no idea who came up with the idea of 'why-not-all-of-us-buy-one-and-we-will-bring-it-along-after-three-years-for-reunion?' We ended up having five of them. Each representing one of us. To prevent us losing them and replace them with a new one from Ikea, we are planning to plant a signature on the stuffed toys. Haha...



The bear, the hippo, the croc, the elephant and the lion will be reunited again in three years along with my friends and I.

3.January.2013

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Intimately Beckham

Brand new freebie.


Gotta love my job!

Sunday, December 27, 2009

A Pair Of Shoes That Fit Not

A Chinese saying goes, 'You do no wear such a big hat if you do not have such a big head!'

I guess it also implies, 'You do not buy such a big pair of shoes if you do not have such big feet!'




My attempt of making the pair of shoes smaller.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Traces Of Love

It's Christmas. And this is the first Christmas that Bean and I are 'celebrating' separately.

This has been the most difficult separation ever since he left back to KL five days ago. It is probably because when I moved into this new home, Bean had been a part of it from the very beginning. He was the one who moved my furniture. He was the one who packed the kitchenwares with me. He was the one who knew which stuff belongs to where. He was the very first person who live with me in this house. He was part of this home until he had to leave.

When he left, he left a lot of things behind just because his luggage was too full. He had to check in two full boxes of Twisties, mind you. Each time I asked if he would want to bring this home, he would answer, 'Luggage cannot fit!!! Leave it here la...'

I walk into my toilet, I would see a pair of toothbrush. One of it is mine and the other one is his.

Each time I walk into my toilet, I pass by my laundry basket filled with his clothes.

I open my drawer, I see his gel sitting quietly at the corner.

When I slide my cupboard door, his AirAsia comfort kit lying comfortably on the floor. The comfort kit which I once complained, 'HAR? Why you buy? Is so not worth it! yak yak yak yak yak...'

Even at this moment, I am wearing my favourite Bean's company shirt.

But all these are good sign.

He is planning to be back here again. To be together with me.