[~*Vintage^Dream*~]

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

I have moved!!!

Finally had it up and about.

My new blog.

See ya!

.|. dreamed.at .|. Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

(Going...Going...*Gone*)

For those who have grown accustomed to my disappearing act,

I may have to forewarn you that these acts will become ever more frequent for the next one month or so, cos I'll be busy.

Just some stuffs that I have to devote myself to, before I decide if I should go on with this blogging thingy.

Let's just take it as a breather that I'm gonna need for a tad while to see if I should stop hollering and succumb to more avant garde-telling-the-world-like-they-care, about myself.

To those who actually do care, Thank You, from the bottom most of my heart.

If u still do come by, to drop a tag or two...

I thank you for ur avid interest.

And there is nothing more that I shall look forward to, than to reply to them when I can.

To bloghoppers, thank you for hopping by, I will update, when I possibly can.

To acquaintances I've made over the blog, including the other bloggers in this blog community, may u continue to blog, and I'll pay u

a visit sometime.

To friends who have stayed long enough to remain as one, u noe how to get me.

I love u deep deep.

To enemies(if any) and ex bf...dun bother!

I hope it's been a fine experience for you as it has been for me,

debilitating my tongue in thoughts.

I've had fun, I hope you have too.

Till we meet.

Again?

Take care.

As'kum.

.|. dreamed.at .|. Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Liver for foie gras and meat for Thanksgiving!

- I feel like... Turkey...

tonight.

I haven't felt so stuffed in a longggg while.

And now that winter has finally returned, clothes that smelled like mothballs are getting all the daylight they could possibly get. Not that there's gonna be much daylight to begin with.

And the amount of laundry that I gotta do after every long haul to a winter station!

I can so imagine!

Anyhow...yes yes..U could have guessed. I got back finally from a long, but not exactly treacherous flight this morning. Greeted by my ever endearing Mum and Uncle at the airport, who were rallying my recent, not-worth-mentioning loss.

Nuh, nothing serious, I just kinda lose a..ermmm..Rat? yups..something to that extent..a Rodent?

A solid 18 hours of flight time. But I had the company of some really nice c0-crew.

In between the long flight time,we were discussing role answers to Miss Universe Pagents.

Held a consensus and "World Peace" is still a crowd favourite.

Maintaining precedence over the many others that we can't quite think of.

And my duties wouldn't have been complete if I hadn't had to squat infront of a toilet bowl having to scour the floor and wipe that oh-gosh-i-dun-wanna-noe-what-liquid,off that rubbery, anti-slip flooring.

On a couple of occassions today,I was greeted by some not so polite cockcrow phenomenon...

I'll give u a clue...

"It smelled like Phunk."

and perhaps another...

"Our aircraft do not have a sensoring device..and hence manual flushing is required...if not

Paramount! Other times...second nature?"

So I floundered, But I survived cos I was so excited about the shopping that I did.

(And did I mention the bills I gotta pay?)

Bought stuffs for my beloved friends, shopping list-offs, a couple of shoesss...and clothes clothes clothes...and yes, I'm gonna leave them in my cargo bag, where they'll gain almost permanent residency status until my next long haul...

(Please pardon my sudden state of compulsive engagement....I sense something PMSsy, plus I've just suffered a loss, remember? (I wasn't exactly suffering, ok so I exaggerated a tad bit...but a loss it is!) And U know I wasn't going to shop again, not for the next couple of ~~years~~, ~~months~~, ~~days~~,

OK!OK! Not for awhile that is!

~~Promise!)~~

I mean, I'll try.

Ok?

.|. dreamed.at .|. Thursday, December 01, 2005

Thursday, November 24, 2005

~~Sophie Kinsella~~ Nadia

The Undomestic Goddess...

Well okay okay, maybe I'm not exactly a Goddess.

And I'm perhaps not totally Undomestic either.

If there is one way to justify that, well, I am in that one way, very domiciled indeed.

(just one way! khekhekeh!)

I mean, look, why do we call pets domesticated animals?

Simply cos they stay at home don't they? (as opposed to animals that don't.)

The criterion doesn't include the divine duties of a SuperMom nor the domestic chores that preoccupies a domestic helper, should it? (cooking, laundry, mopping...the works...)

So I just stay at home alot. Trust me, I really do.

Especially on a standby day, like today. So I am indeed very domesticated, am I not?

Perhaps I should change the title to

The Domestic Ungoddess.

(I hope Kinsella comes up with that version too!)

But today, I had practically been the one thing all mothers would want their daughters to be.

For once, I finally woke up in the morning!

And it wasn't even the automated standby-call-up-activation-phone-call,

that ever so often, got me startling out of bed.

Nor to send my sis to work.

It's cos I've decided to finally put my foot down, and to stop being narky, so irritably, tetchy and live again!

I'm making it sound like I've just gone through another break-up ay?

Ofcos NOT! Yes? Nuh... Haha...

Well, let's just say that life motions in circles and when it takes on a downward turn, it'll usually go up again.

So glitches, or downfall, woe or unhappiness, no matter how unpalatable, how confusing, how complicated, and in my case, unexpecting and brusquely...will take on a better turn, when the mechanism functions as its supposed to.

InsyaAllah.

Most of the time, we don't even know how it did (unless someone feels that I deserve an explanation...otherwise I'm perfectly fine with being treated like dirt, my new domiciled friend whom I had a lil parting word with, in between scouring and dusting), but when we realise why it did, it's usually for a better cause.

So now while I turn to writing (alongside tete-a-tete sessions with friends, caffeine overdoses, taking swigs of soya bean drink from the carton.) as others would to valium as an anti-depressant, I'm continuing from where I have left off.

...anyhow...

yes I got around to vacuuming, polishing, mopping...and if that is not enough rebounding,

I resorted to cordon bleuing-justa-brewing-something-simplelah!

While chopping the champignons, mushroomlah, it got me to "perah-santaning" while I cooked...

like u noe the "konon konon" moments when u drift into a world of ur own and got u behaving like a world renowned connoisseur.

Those mushrooms looked so cute and I was chopping them so neatly so I don't accidentally cut up the Smurf fellas who have yet to evacuate from their lovely homes.

Then it got boring after awhile cos I wasn't exactly getting jiggy with the farewell music that blares with the procession that's taking place downstairs...took my lappy n place it on top of my fridge so i could blare my own music in the background...

Then came that song again.....and all the efforts that got me high spirited saw me kamikazeing to ground zero...again!

...all cos that song was playing...

Damn!

(someone pass me the soya bean carton!)

.|. dreamed.at .|. Thursday, November 24, 2005

Monday, November 21, 2005

Us and Sistas...

or the sequel to

"Who would have thought..."

Yupp...it was my turn yesterday to visit Nurren's abode.

Good time for our sistas and Mums to catch up on masa dulu-dulu.

.|. dreamed.at .|. Monday, November 21, 2005

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Confessions of a not-so-drama Queen.

I was just flipping through the pages of a local magazine with just one intention I had in mind, which was to rip-off some fashion panache, I'ld prolly need to pull out for this very important event I have to attend come Friday.
Tho my modus operandi would have been to head downtown and get a new pair of head-to-toes and having no qualms about not wearing them eventually, cos I have the puerility of that of an indecisive schoolgirl. I'ld usually need a new pair of everything for a new event, and that's if I'm relaxed enough. If my idiocy decides to take form, then I'ld end up with enough clothes for events, I probably wouldn't even had planned up in my agenda, just as yet.
Which I tell you is something I'm becoming proud to have grown out of.
Ok! Maybe grown is not the complete truth, but I'm seriously making a conscientious effort trying to grow out of it! And trying, is half the battle fought ain't it?
I've resorted to making-dos and whipping things up from the heaps of nothing-to-wear which I ever so often complain about! I'ld be pulling out something completely new from my unpacked cargo bag which I have left for a tad repacking before my next long-haul flight and still complain about having nothing to wear!
But u have to forgive me, cos that was just the frivolous me, the old frivolous me rather, and I'm trying to change already, remember? Anyhow, that's why having two cargo bags help, the other, doubling as a mini wardrobe aka lockable treasure trunk.
What's even better is that I don't even have to ensure that they lay in neat, nice, piles.
Stashing them back in whenever my Mum comes creeping in on me..and I'ld go..oh just some old clothes, a stunt I'ld desperately pull out cos I have to convince her that I haven't been shopping outstation. But I really haven't, recently. Those are probably clothes I bought from the golden ages! Scout Promise! (That's why I never was one...did I just say that out?)
Anyhow, enough divulge, I think my cargo bag deserves some privacy now. Let me go back to why I had first started to read that magazine.
I have this dress I bought about a year ago, and don't know what kinda shoes to pair it up with. The dress, I found, still in the shopping bag that I have left hanging behind some place that I've tottally overlooked after 3 spring cleaning sessions! Oh my and I thought I was thorough!
Oh yes, so I got more than what I had bargained for...not the shopping cos I am a changed person didn't I say? No more frivolity. I could honestly vouch for it cos even for raye this year, I wasn't out shopping for any raye neccessities. Yes I was down at Arab Street with my Mum to buy a couple of material, but because we didn't have it tailored in time for the occassion, that shouldn't count. What I wore on my first day was something I put together from last year's bottom. The corset I got from Rampage in LA which I had painstakingly ferret out from their sales section, which I was lucky enough to have gotten in my size, and the see-thru laced kebaya-inspired top I bought from Portman's on my trip to Brisbane...and Voila!
But that aside, I hope that's enough convincing already that I am growing out of my acute shopping addiction, but should I go on a rebound now that I dun have to save up for a flat screen TV? God-forbade! (mengucap Nadia, mengucap!)
Ooh yes I was to blog about this article I came across, I found pretty interesting.
It's regarding girls generally who are suckers at damselling themselves while distressing. Theatering a drama-mama stunt when U haven't quite been getting that damn attention you've been signalling at. And because Guys generally are thick like that, it'll usually take an action more pompuos than just a certain emotional outburst! While I was reading it and penning all defensive thoughts up my mind figuring that I was not going to take that lying down, cos I am definitely not a drama queen, it does to a certain extent, struck a familiar chord in me, that each and everyone of us, at one time is guilty of. While mounding a whole mountain out of a molehill is not what we had intended to do, but it did come in handy, because guys are just who they are, guys! If only we can make do without the blowing it out of proportions bit and concentrate on the larger less minutiae details, wouldn't life be better and relationships more peaceful? So guys... IF u want no drama, please don't let it bubbleth over us, read your manuals please!!!
I BEG OF U! (Drama!)

.|. dreamed.at .|. Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Friday, November 11, 2005

Liar Liar!

Pants on Fire!

"Lying is FUN!"

- as quoted by a conceited male.

Am I a representative for the dumb blonde of all black-haired?

Or has anyone revealed my Sorority to the hollow-insides?

Or is it cause I breathe recycled air far too often that I should lack the mental capacity to be able to handle, plain TRUTH.

Or maybe I should come with a label,

"She Has Feelings",

so he could anthropomorphize my battery operated emotions?

Yes,Yes. I applaud his very guts, but severe obliviousness to the ramifications and implications of what he had said towards his very own gross ineptitude.

Anyhow, he should deserve an outstandingly dubious honour at his attempts,

to muddy the ethical waters and at joining the ranks of Men who are liars.

Or maybe, I could accrue his grave state of dementia and callousness to PMS,

Postpubescent Male Sickness!

Truth is overrated,but it's the basis of all matters.

P/s: Barbie is NOT intended for Kids. Batteries sold seperately.

.|. dreamed.at .|. Friday, November 11, 2005