Let's face it.
His artworks are the nicest thing I've posted up in a long time.
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Count down to receiving the mama, auntie, uncle to South Africa. I'm actually starting to worry now. Are they arriving on the 31st of August or the 1st of September? Yikes!
Mental note : Call back home to check... BEFORE sleeping!
Thank goodness for the 6 hours time difference. Ha!
As of 2350 hours, I managed to reduce my war zone of a house to a decent state by stashing away all unwanted jeans into my wardrobe, which is packed to its maximum capacity. This means, I'm out of storage space again. It doesn't help that I've got like 5 versions of each style which I can't pack away till the end of the season. An additional clothes rack has been on my shopping list for like over a year now and the list probably has an inch thick of cobwebs for artistic enhancement.
::: JUST A FEW WEEKS EARLIER :::
::: AND NOW.... 2 WARDROBES WITH EVEN MORE JEANS! :::
See that wardrobe 2 has an extra tier of jeans?
Can you sense the claws?
Irritation level rising.
Let's see.... is it because the one with OCD has run out of storage space OR the overwhelming stock of jeans is just revolting?
Wild guess.... BOTH!
This is my life with denims.
And you think that my life is glamorous?
Hey! Maybe we should play the childhood game of "guess the number" eh? Guess the number of jeans in Chooey's wardrobe? Ha!
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Call me a naggy yellow-faced housewife but I am still not over my "to fire or not to fire the maid" phase. That's the real reason for my blogging. I'm ready to explode with my bitchology of THE maid. I am hoping and praying that I remembered right about the family arriving on the 1st or I am in deep deep shit.
Ok... about maids.... to think I once promised myself I will not conform to one of those dearly-beloved office aunties who sit around the lunch table bitching about the maid. But what do you know? Chooey has succumb to maid bitchology!
I hate maids.
But I hate myself for hating maids even more.
So that's my license to bitch, no?
I seriously cannot understand WHY one PAYS to have a maid, only to end up with a home filthier than the original state? Yes yes. I'm one of those bloody suckers. Pre-maid days, my home was almost-spotlessly clean and everything was in order. OK. MY concept of order. Then waddles in the maid. Everything I touch now leaves my dirt on my fingers. I used to clean once a week and she gets paid to clean twice a week. But still, there's more dust now than ever before! I have problems comprehending this.
I tried to teach her my method of cleaning the floor. But no matter how I try, she doesn't clean the floor right and it is never clean. Again, I don't get it. And remember, she cleans TWICE a week.
She cleans the dishes but there are stains residue.
Baffled again.
I've told her a zillion times, remove all items before cleaning. Noooo.... I miraculous find table salt below the display mat. Why miraculous? Because I don't use the salt shaker!
And then I tell her that all things have to be replaced in its original position. But nooo... everything is placed in HER fashion. And best part of all is, she can't even see when a file is placed upside down!
Maids are klutz. They have death hands. The previous maid broke my vase and glass table. This maid broke my window and drops every damn thing that she lays her hands on.
It takes me a full day to clean my mini-house.
It takes her 4 hours.
I need to replenish my cleaning fluids every month.
She makes my cleaning fluids seem self-refillable.
Maybe that answers all my questions?
Can someone just tell me what's wrong with maids?
Do we pay them just to infuriate ourselves?
So now, I desperately need to fire this maid. Instead of finishing up my Himalayan paperwork, I am thinking about HOW to fire her. How hard can it be just to utter those few words, "Today's your last day"? Argggghhh.
Then I think about the cleaning up after the family leaves and my buying trip due two days after... Argh again.
Self-psychology : I won't die cleaning up after they leave... won't die... won't die....
Do you think Chooey will fire her maid?
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I love planning my overseas itinerary. I get ambitiously greedy and always try to expand my "places to visit" list. London, unfortunately, is the mandatory location so no bargaining on that one.
I've been trying to plan the Germany route. Cologne is the mandatory so I started out with Hamburg-Cologne-Berlin. Then I started thinking Hamburg-Cologne-Frankfurt-Berlin-Munich-Leipzig..... in no particular order. But the list keeps getting longer. I love my travel rationale - I've travelled that many thousands of miles so might as well utilise it to the fullest!
Yes... that philosophy stands when money is not a problem.
Then Little Missy mentioned Barcelona. Must get out of that one. I HATE Barcelona. Another one of those overhyped cities. Then again, seems like everyone else loves Paris and I don't. So maybe it's just my weird perception. Whatever. But no thanks on Barcelona. I reckon the locals flunked 'manners' downright since nursery school. To think the ignorant South Africans bitch about how bad service is in SA! And I take great pleasure in informing them, "You have no idea what is bad service and bad manners till you've gotten your ass to Barcelona."
I have one day left to plan for this trip before the family arrives.
And yikes and yikes again!
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How do you know that Chooey is afterall part of the female breed?
When she decides that her idea of a good day is having hair therapy.
I finally made my long overdued trip to the hair salon today. Did I ever mention I looovvveeeeee my hair stylist? He's the best and he has outdone himself today. I love my new hair cute. I absolutely love it. I have enough hair colours for the entire Singapore but any less and I'll bitch insufficient.
Toni. That's the name of my hair stylist. And he's an absolute dearie! Erm... make it a very expensive dearie. Nevermind the bum aches and cramps from being stuck on the chair for hours whilst waiting for the colours to set in. The after-result is what I gag for. I call him the speedy gonzales of hair dressing. Those familiar hands that work magic with the scissors. Unlike Singapore's hair stylists method of painstakingly work through my mop of hair (literally), he skillfully whooshes through my hair in five minutes.
Best part of all, he is the FIRST hairstylist EVER to tame my wilful hair and somehow manages not to make me look like mushroom head in short hair. That, my friends, is what I call SKILL. And that includes the skill to cause damage to the pocket too.
Isn't it annoying how we walk out of the hair salon looking like some glamour puss but all it takes is the first hair wash and we revert back to becoming the drabby wuss?
That's when I think maybe I should marry a hair stylist (straight one of course) and sign a contract with him that he will style my day every day of our married life... till we part.
Very appealing thought.
Chooey's favourite bimbo moment.
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Tennis obsession is on a roll again. U.S. Open commenced yesterday. My darlings, Federer and Henin-Hardenne, are swiftly through to the 2nd round. Yay! My other darling, Safin, has withdrawn due to knee injury. Sob.
I still don't care for Sharapova.
Nadal has gone for skin-tight clothes to show off his muscles. Boy do I need my Fendi's to keep those bright colours from stinging my eyes.
Latest Fashion Update :
- Nadal has gone for skin-tight clothes to show off his muscles. Boy do I need my Fendi's to keep those bright colours from stinging my eyes.
- Federer has gone for blue with yellow as accent colour, with MATCHING yellow bandana. I think the players are on some colour rampage. Ouch ouch ouch for my poor eyes.
- Sharapova in her usual ultra-mini dress with pleats. Light blue with yellow, still manageable. She was glowing in perspiration that made it seem like she applied baby oil or something. I suspect her dress is not very breathable. Did not seem to absorb perspiration too well.
- I have mastered the art of NOT WATCHING the Williams sisters, who are both through to the second round. With them, no Fendi's or Gucci's will work.
- Agassi is now sponsored by Adidas and thank god for that. I think I am starting to become a tad bit more pro Adidas to Nike. All that hideously loud outfits I spoke of? Nike.
Biggest problem with U.S. Open.... THE TIME! New York is 6 hours behind it is quite a struggle to watch the evening matches. But it is also a blessing for the one who needs to stay awake at ungodly hours!
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Just confirmed.... I didn't get the date wrong. The family is indeed arriving on the 1st of Sep.
To do list :
- Bring car to carwash (have u ever tried sitting in an ash-filled car?);
- Fire maid
I love my life.
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