why wy?

Blame it on sex in the city, or my emotional state of mind, or the fact that I had a good shopping buddy (my cousin, male, not gay), but I came home with a $150 Zara skirt yesterday. Since embarking on my student lifestyle, I can't remember when I last splurged on clothes. Actually I can, 2 years ago in KL. But this has got to be one of the more expensive single items in my wardrobe.

By god it felt good.

And it is a skirt (gray, pleated, knee length, well constructed with a thick belt) that when other girls see it, they sigh because it is so beautiful. A skirt with personality, that you build outfits around and not the other way. A skirt that would cover its eyes in shame and say, you can't possibly put me together with that tacky $10 top, I would rather die.

I'll have to get better at ironing because there is no way it is going to emerge wrinkle free from my backpack.

The rest of the night was a riot as well, meeting up with the cheemsters. We spoke of the significance of bahzhang, as it is the festival of triangular meat dumplings right now, to wearing black on mondays as a silent protest against work, and even climbed a 4 storey spiral staircase (old fashioned fire escape which has purely decorative significance today) to prove we could do it while slightly drunk. Presumably if I was 100% sober, I wouldn't attempt it.

Come on guys, we need to do a koh samui reunion - what about in wakiki? Alvin, dig deep and rent us a house for a week.

Otherwise the rest of the weekend was filled with laughter, which is not a bad thing. :)

And in response to a shopping challenge question - there is no zara in australia. Had to google it.

Erm hello again.
I'm not sure how this attempt at blogging will go, I'm probably only blogging now in a small attempt at procrastination (masters homework looms), but look, life's been very busy. And complicated. Like the movies I watched on the plane to Singapore. Yes, I'm back for a week to spend time with my aunt/godmother, who I don't think will see the year out. It's always awkward when people say I'm sorry, but don't be really. She's not dead yet. And that's the point, I can fly back at her funeral, but I rather spend time with her alive. Even if she has to go to bed at 9.

I've also been huddled away in my little corner in Melbourne, juggling school, work and Joe. Apologies to everyone if I haven't been plugged in enough to know what's going on. This is not the place for details, suffice to say we have mutually agreed to spend a year apart. It was a painful decision but feels like the right decision for us at the moment. It's always hard to write it down on the Internet, because in some way that makes it real. So we've become the cliche of the long-term relationship, which has made me realise another cliche, I regret not cherishing the time we had together more, and we can't recreate it now because I'm not the same woman and he's not the same man. Anyway, I've decided to leave the final decision up to time.

The movies I watched all were sad, not sure if I was subconsciously attracted to sad complicated movies, or it is the glut from oscar season. Probably both.
Before the devil knows you're dead - it is so much more than a heist movie gone wrong. Won't spoil the plot.
The bucket list - slightly more cheerful movie about 2 old coots who decide to do everything they wanted before terminal cancer claimed them. It's alot easier when you are rich enough to have a lear jet, that's all I can say.
The Savages - brother and sister have to deal with putting their father with dementia in a home. Philip Seymour Hoffman again.
Home Sung stories - I didn't expect that this would be my favorite of the lot. It's a small australian art film and stars Joan Chen, but is about a sultry lady who migrates to australia with two small kids and they have to follow her as she moves from man to man and makes several suicide attempts. It's a movie that lingers with you, unlike the others which are just sad.