Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends. Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."
OMG who would ever want to show me off when I always look like I've just rolled out of bed & gone homeless? Either he wants to feel superior about himself for finding someone dumb & nene enough to fall for him (but picky & commitment-phobic to begin with), or he simply has bad taste (maybe even bad eyesight :P)
Let's just say I'm pissed because Nigella Lawson was replaced by uptight Kylie Kwong complete with bad accent & blah lines. But despite her penchance for jasmine tea, too much sugar + sea salt, & stuff I won't be caught dead eating like baby octopi or soft-boiled eggs; I like the background music in the show, her clean & careful procedures of cutting up vegetables & spices, as well as her preference for white pepper (amen!) She also uses a lot of interesting stuff such as Chardonnay vinegar. It's just sad, though. The Surreal Gourmet's not as fun to watch anymore without my ForeverSummer fix. Though this week's episode is making me dizzy with excitement (& craving, as usual). If my family goes back to the province for the holidays, I'll push through with that long-overdue cookout with friends. Yum. But like what I keep telling Zhy & Rissa, the beach resorts there are more than enough reason for me to reconsider. But why on earth would I pass up the opportunity to enjoy yummy chow & zany company?
(Cross-posed shit. But I'm really serious about that cookout. How about it? I'm excited to bum around all afternoon after gorging on food to the point of coma! Just help me grill them kebabs & we're all set. House parties are awesome, aren't they?)
I hate the way I'd lose sleep over my jurassic issues. I don't get to snail-mail stuff on time, I wake up crabbier, & all these crazy ideas in my head brought upon by a whacked-up body clock are too much to take. Good thing there's The Mooney Suzuki to be entranced with. Hello, New York Girls.
Because I'm feeling super-bored & silly, I might as well rave about them little novelties I'm happy about — as in things I really don't need but are neat enough to indulge in & keep:
1) Apivita Propoline Pedi Care Relief Gel — really very good to slather on after a foot scrub &/or if you're suffering from killer commuter or dancer feet.
2) Lush Happy Hippy Shower Gel — I didn't realize my favorite Slammer & Back For Breakfast bottles were already phased out but this new formula isn't just some makeshift, but a fab new pick-me-up routine. Use it to prove it. Subtler than Slammer; more defined than BFB, I'm sure my other friends IRL will also like this for Christmas, even if they're fellow suckers for the Slammer/Karma vibe.
3) Starbucks Crème Brûlée Fraps — a better alternative, methinks, to Peppermint Mochas, ugh, & that means I'll probably score the limited edition '06 planner easier this time, hehe. I oughta hoard most of the postcards from this year's notebook for myself.
I'm so feeling this season's Mercury retrograde effects, & shopping (especially for prospective Yuletide presents) at this time is nuts (better take care of your spending money & other belongings, I swear!) but I think I'll come out unscathed. :) It's just sad to hear news of death from all around the metro, though, & I mourn with all of them. Then again, I've got a huge chance of actually enjoying myself amidst the fuss (screwed-up body clock included).