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Saturday, November 14, 2009

A Spot of Bother



This dental dinner preparation thing has made this week a thoroughly enjoyable one for me. Yesterday i spent the ENTIRE day looking for the right pair of shoes.




There are just so many criteria go through when selecting the perfect pair of shoes.

a) They have to go with the dress.

b) They have to go with your feet.

c) They have to go with your wallet.

This pair from Guess? costs 389rm. So although it fits (a) and (b) to the T. I had to move on with life without it.




Notice how they have this drastic slimming effect on my leg.

But i ended up buying this pair from Charles and Keith which i quite liked as well.

Well, you know shoe shopping. It's like polygamy, you set your heart out for one, but you always end up with...





This whole dental dinner thing is turning out to be quite a work out. After all that running around and mental bench-presses deciding what to buy and more importantly, what NOT to buy.

Comes things like, looking good for the event.

First i have to get rid of, uh, arm flab. wtf.




Have you ever noticed how i never wear tube tops or little spaghetti strap tops. That's because i have arms the size of your grandmother's thighs. Actually my late paternal grandmother had spindly legs. but that's not the point.

And then. The woe of all woes. I have to seek the help of mighty divine entities i.e. dermatologists to get my skin to clear up.




I was telling my mother that i semi-regretted rejecting offers from UKM and NUS to do genetics. Otherwise, i'd delete that gene responsible for acne -____-

Life is hard for the oldest living adult with teenage skin problems.

Please spare yourself the trouble of sharing your grandmother's Oops i made fun of her twice today remedies with me. I've tried it all. ALL.




I've been seeing a dermatologist since i was 16. At one point, i was going for weekly visits. It really is effective, but the thing is, whenever i cannot find the time to see her, i fall into a deep bout of relapse! Especially now with me staying 238794234 kilometers away =(

An acne problem really is as bad an addiction problem. Only worse because you cannot blame peer pressure.

It's extremely depressing because when you meet people, it's just about the only thing they comment about. Eeeee what happened to your face?! It makes me want to blow my face up like Shannon from Invisible Monsters. Just what do they expect me to say?

Oh i got so tired of being pretty. So i thought i'd give this a try.

-______-

It's 7234 times worse now because back in school everyone had some form of an acne. When you're a 20 year old woman, you're alone, pal.


 

Also, i don't think it's very fair to my mom to be forking out enough money to power a small country, to treat something i obviously got from my father's share of the chromosome.

Plus she is having the fright of her life because of the medication the doctor prescribed me. I had to tell her that even the warning labels on Panadol is frightening.

Nevertheless i had to take a liver function test.

(I just realized that the content of this entry can just about ward off ALL blog readers. Permanently.)

Aimee, all you talk about is shit these days. Why don't you ever write about your feelings no more?




...I would if i could find them.



Thursday, November 12, 2009

Poke Her Face



It's only at home that i get to eat spaghetti with chopsticks.

Speaking about eating and my love-hate relationship with it, today i had to go out for lunch, and i realized i didn't have anything to wear.

So in ambitious hopes, i dug out some of my old clothes.




I can fit into them again!

These are my form 5 clothes, in fact, this was the exact outfit i wore on my first "date" with KH. (We went for a foreign horror movie called The Wig and ChinFai was there with us. -____-)

I was a lot tinier in form 6 because STPM is truly the worse exam in the world. I lost about 5kgs in the 2 years.

There's actually a hilarious story embedded in here somewhere. I remember back then I told Angelin and YiPin that i wanted to detox. I drank the colon cleanser and braced myself, but nothing happened. They told me because there was nothing there to detoxify.




YIPIN WHAT WERE WE SINGING? (I think this must've been for something really lame like Hari Anugerah Cemerlang or Mesyuarat Agung PIBG.)

The foul gastronomy of AIMST has ballooned me into a size of a baby whale. But thankfully i am now back to my form 5 size (i think. FINE LAH slightly bigger than form 5 lah, depending upon what time of day i weigh myself.)




I solemnly promise that this is going to be my last bimbo entry.

Meanwhile. watch this video that my brother and I made this afternoon. I have been making a lot of covers but i havent been able to incorporate them into the content of my entries, so watch them here if you want.







Steal a Stella



I've never given Stella McCartney much thought as a designer. Her father was in The Beatles, anything other than that fact sounds like this bzzzzzzzzzz.

I know for a fact she has worked for Adidas. And i completely against sports powerhouses trying to bite off a large chunk of the fashion industry.

They've created this ludicrous illusion that we have to look sexaaay while working out. When in reality, the world doesn't spin that way. When i'm working out, i just want to look like i'm...WORKING OUT. If i'm not in a teeny tiny ultra-support tank top, wearing 500rm sports shoes, does that mean i'm not exercising properly?

But then i stumbled upon Stella McCartney's work for GAP Kids.





(Can anybody explain to me why the little pink Asian girl looks the same in both photographs?)

But, YA AMPUN, so impossibly adorable! Did you see that little boy's blazer?




Please get me one of those in my size so that i too, can join the boys in the band.







Wednesday, November 11, 2009

I Know This Much is Real



Some people would binge. Some'd resort to violence. Others will party hardy it out, but i.cleaned.my.room.




It didn;t need much cleaning to start with; but wiping everything down, throwing things away, packing things in boxes, were just so therapeutic.




Somebody once liked me in form 5. He made me (a meaningful amount, but i don't remember what -___-) of paper roses. And apparently i was supposed to "wait for the right time to open the jar".

4 years on, i thought it'd finally be time to satisfy my curiousity. But i didn't open it.




I used to have loads of pen-pals. I made this cardboard folder out of envelopes because i saw it on Art Attack!

-____-

I fished out one random letter and we were talking about wanting to be Bubbles from The Powerpuff Girls.




Chin Hong drew this for my 15th Birthday. He said he intentionally made Tobey Maguire more buff. I'm going to frame this up. This is the most personalized gift i will receive in this lifetime.




I have a box of Barbie accessories. I still have 8 Barbie dolls in their boxes. Not unopened, but in fairly good condition. I used to put them on our Christmas tree. But Aimee you don't even celebrate Christmas! Yeah but we used to have tree, we are a very non-denominational family.




Jadual Waktu SPM 2005. I'm going to keep this to show to my children.




Apart from keeping things like my old braces, i also keep things like my decidious teeth.

When i was 11, i also had my appendix removed.

I didn't keept that though, kind of regret that now.




In Form 2, Angelin formed a "Flower Society" because we weren't allowed to swear in school. So instead of saying fuck we'd say Flower. A person who flowers would be a florist.

She made me an official society badge, which i cellotaped to my pencil for years. Used it for all my papers in PMR for luck.




I had a very unhealthy obsession with fictional characters. I was the self-declared spouse of

-Harry Potter
-Legolas
-Peter Parker
-a gazillion football players, actors, members of boybands.

Speaking of boybands,


 

STASH OF SHAME.

Ok you never saw that.

Moving on.




MK! Do you remember this drawing you gave me before you switched schools? T_T Nostalgic sial.

And PRASHANAN actually gave me chocolates for Valentine's one year.




I was a very angsty child, i'll tell you that much.

When i was younger and blogging didn't exist i just wrote and wrote. I can't even bear to read my entries now, they were horrid!




THE LAND OF TOYS WTF.

I think this was inspired by Child's Play, which i unintentionally watched on a ferry to Pangkor island when i was 8 or so.

When i was a kid, i wrote heaps of short stories. My mother would always tell me they were remarkable. Now that i look back at them, they're utter rubbish! I had no real talent whatsoever but she always thought i was the best.




I've been keeping my money in a Sustagen tin can since i was a baby -____-

Do they still make Sustagen? I remember the chocolate flavoured one was delicious.




I guess that by sifting through and running my fingertips over these inanimate objects i was hoping to recapture what i've failed to remember. The wide-eyed innocence that i'm so embarassed about but wish to have back because it always made everything so simple. The naivety. The ignorance. The simplicity of it all.

But things will always be just, things.

They're just husks people leave behind when they are no longer who they used to be.




It was just a futile search for something eternal. A desperate attempt for reorganization and alignment. If all else bites the dust, i can take comfort in knowing that at least my books are arranged.




Tuesday, November 10, 2009

I Kept Saying Sorry



till i didn't know what i was apologizing for anymore.



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