Chasing Intan

the theme was set. boo i still haven't find the shoes to wear on our special day.  it has always been this . the love of my life. it speaks elegant (hence the price) and classiness. after all it's only 4" tall so wouldn't make any big difference. (hello Highness ?) later on there's a fuss about bella's shoes on Twilight. not being a twi-hard (trust me, i've tried) i still find that the manolos were also beautiful. but bella's don't have staying power like carrie's. if i have one grand to blow right now, i'll choose something blue no matter what. those are legendary.  but i questioned myself again, is that really important? of course it is what i WANT . my longtime dream. i've been a shoewhore since forever. and having something really nice to put on my special day has always been my goal. but now i'm facing the true dilemma. my selfish dream versus real life (which bites). my bf and i still need lotsa cash. to finis

I got sick. I don't know what to blame. The apocalyptic weather? The wedding preparation? The intertwine? Well maybe none to blame. It's just me.. My weak body finally taken its toll from the cocktail of frustration between work, home, and wed.  I coughed a lot (including runny nose), had fever and sore joints. Bad enough till glued me in the bed for four days. I still took a bath tho (TBH I didn't in the first two days). My doctor was MIA for three weeks and I couldn't find better doctor to heal my sickness.  Turned out, there were lot things to do when I lying on the bed. Resting (obviously). Read books. Browsing. Especially for wedding shoes (yay!) Ate properly. Drank juice twice a day. Gulped mix of lime wedges and honey. Observed those who care and not too care :D. Haunted my bf at work by facetime him all the time. Thanked God for every breath. Thanked God for I've been surrounded with nice people around me. Thanked God for I wasn't alone. 

there. i spill it. my hobby is procrastinating.  i have like zillion ideas in mind, circling in my head from dawn till dusk.  but did i finally do it? no. did one of them come to life? nil.  bad habit dies hard.  even i still haven't finish my shoes and lipstick swatches post! I've been neglecting those posts for almost a year now. my shoes and lipstick collection are growing since and now i have to take pics of them all over again. and i still don't know how to capture "true color" of my lipstick cos my camera wasn't helping. i also have to accept the fact that throughout this time i bought the same hue of lipsticks. i mean they're all look the same.  btw, my short term memory worsen it.  whenever a notion pop in my head, i've to immediately write it in my notes. cos i'll forget it right away. a lousy writer i am. (was i just calling myself a writer ?!) my biggest dream... that unfortunately will never see the light of d

My harmonious relationship with curve hugging dresses and high stilettos has finally comes to an end. Yet I still buying them in last minutes! I got butterflies in my stomach just to think about how many moons left till I become someone else's wife and (may or may not be) a mother one day. Soon there won't be only me. There will be you... and you.. and you? This "someone" hates my dresses. Here's the thing, I have such funny body.. I mean, very small waist. So small that it shocked every tailor I've been into. Comparing the other part of my body, my waist is not normal (or so what they said). It's only 24". My hip is waaay bigger than that. My dresses would be either xs-s (even xxs on certain brands) or 0-2. It's well fitted on my upper body, but very tight on lower. You know what I mean. As soon as I get married, I'll no longer use those dresses. I too realize my status. I couldn't dress up for me anymore, I have to think a

The 1st year of Amy's death is approximating. July 23rd to be exact.  This might sounds weird, but I still feel like exactly like what I felt on July 23rd last year . It's obvious that I don't know Amy, I never met her, or spoke to her in person. Although she once replied my message on her official FB many years ago (that's so sweet of her).  But I do miss her everyday, I think about her all the time. Not every minute, but she's always in the back of my head (and in my heart surely). I listen to her everyday. Despite of my disrespect to paparazzi, I used to follow Amy's footsteps everywhere she go on daily basis. Oh she went to The Good Mixer, she went shopping, she went out with her bf, she did this and that... Her life was so public and as a fan I got to know her better cos she wasn't like any other celeb. She got bouncers but she also had been very good to fans around her. It's disturbingly sad how I never make it to London by the time she's