Thirty plus and counting

Dressing in the thirties can be quite daunting. Yesterday I walked around town looking at the current fashion, while waiting for Min to turn up for dinner. The clothes seemed to be catered more for teens and the old boring working folks. What about stylish thirtish young adults? And to add on to the insult, most of the stuffs are winter wear, so dull and no-no. Hmm. It's no wonder Wen has turned to K-fashion, although I haven't seen her as of late, so I've no idea how K-fashionable she is, although her stories in her blog brings imagination to rot.

She is years too late in K-fashion though. I myself owned a couple of Korean stuffs - dresses no less, once upon a time when one of my current ex-colleague introduced me to this quaint little shop which sells Korean fashion. Not the teenage Lucky Plaza type, nope. And I don't even wear them often. I'm not sure how the K-fashion has become right now though, but the way Wen writes in her blog, it seems that they are more suited for young punks than thirty-something stylish adults. Heh.

So I walked around feeling a bit down, and empty-handed, till I decided to visit the French boutique. And spent an unbelivable amount for a pair of super short shorts. Winter fashion has no shorts elsewhere, can you blame me for needing a pair of super short shorts right now?

That's the danger of waiting too long for a friend to turn up for dinner. Heh heh. And hey, the black T was so cute ...

And not to mention, I spent a bomb on my rebonding again. Maybe next time I just need to go elsewhere. I might want to highlight this time, except it's so hard to maintain colour, especially when the colour fades, it looks really awful. I'm still in the super-straight look and will wait out one more year before I'll try anything different.

Besides it's been a long time since I pampered myself. It's just so depressing if one doesn't go out and doll oneself up now and then. My boy loves my new nail polish. He said,'So nice! So pretty! What is it?' Yep, he really said that. And last night when he saw me with my new hairstyle, he did a double take, thinking that I was someone else. Hahahaha.

Anyway, today I've finally threw in the towel and called for help. We'll be getting a maid. I'm sick of cleaning the house. The current part-time cleaner is not doing a good job.

Man, I'm going to be very broke.

My boy and his lamboghini

This picture speaks a million words. So there I was, vacuuming the floor, because I just couldn't wait one more day for my maid to come. And my boy got all excited and wanted to sit on the new car! Oh, he knew that it was the vacuum cleaner. He said so himself, then he laughed and said he wanted to sit on the car.

And when I turned it on to clean the floor, he kept yelling, Mummy! On! On! On! On! After a while, it didn't take a genius to realise that he really meant to switch it off, because he didn't like the noise. Then again, when it was off, he yelled, Mummy! On! On! On! On! Did he really know what he wants?

Now my boy says words like. Why? Why? Why? and Because Because Because. He's still asking What's that? But it's been peppered with Why. On top of that, he's really good at telling stories. He would say, in his oh so serious voice, that he just didn't want to touch the elephant.

Mummy: Did you like the elephants?
Son: I just dunwan to touch the elephant. *sob sob tone*

Yeah, we went to Bintan again. This time the resort hotel wasn't so great. I told hubby that he should just be assertive and ask for the best hotel. *bleah* We went for the elephant show, and baby freaked out when he was brought near the elephants. He screamed in terror. *rolls eyes* We fed the elephants bananas, and baby was so unhappy. We sat on the elephant knee to take a picture and he had tears running down his cheeks. Okay, so when the ordeal finally ended, and I asked him if he liked the elephants, that was what my cute little boy said.

*sigh*

How to be like a man eh?