Lingering thoughts of a Goddess, domesticated.
Not quite the domestic goddess.Accountability.
I realise I have none.
First up, though, MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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Tact.
However much of it I used to have seems to be eluding me lately. I don’t know if it’s because with age, I think it’s okay to skirt on the edges of being socially appropriate or I just don’t care and am becoming more self-centred. Here’s what happened tonight, I’ll let you decide.
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The little things.
After a most exhausting day recently, I went to Woolies to buy some refreshments. As I was examining the actual vitamin content of vitamin water, a well-built man pushing an empty stroller tried to get past between me and a pillar. Read the rest of this entry »
The Taming of the Male Shrew.
Now, why didn’t Shakespeare write that instead?
But the question has to be asked, is it easier to “tame” the bad boy or instil an element of danger into the “nice guy”? Read the rest of this entry »
Stretching limits.
I want to be able to do the side splits again. I’ve been saying that since I stopped being able to do it around the middle of high school. This is why I’m publicly committing myself to it – Read the rest of this entry »
Food, Glorious Food.
I’ve been harbouring a severe craving for Billy Kwong’s Crispy Skin Duck with Organic Mandarin for quite a while now. I haven’t been there in a year or two and I miss its dire waiting times, uncomfortable seating arrangements and overpriced food. Read the rest of this entry »
Conversations with Mum.
Mum, I really need a car.
- Get a boyfriend.
I don’t get this.
- Get a boyfriend.
I’m hungry.
- Get a boyfriend.
Seriously, since when did getting a boyfriend solve everything(/anything)? Read the rest of this entry »
