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I ask myself why am I being so hard on myself. But how can't I be. 

I can't even look at myself in the mirror right now.

stuff we bought during MCO

Oh man I should have documented stuff I bought during MCO (and still buying). Funny our apartment guards recognize us now because we are always buying things! Like, I don't even have them the number of our apartment anymore.

Yesterday my orders from Uniqlo arrived (Marimekko and Billie Eilish x Takashi Pom!) and today my new power bank came. Both of our existing power banks decided to die recently - together! - maybe they were underutilized?

Next up in the wish list is durian. Sweet savory durians. Hmm...

The thing with being online

Was emailing an online seller (don't judge) and in one of her lines in the email:

"1) Please send the receipt here for payment proof (not via fb, twitter or ig. Excuses like my dad is busy, i dont want to disturb my sister, i cant/dont know how to attach the receipt, im lazy & others are not acceptable :))"

My reply:
Statement paling best! No worries, I am a responsible 39 year old. Haha.

#siskenastopshopping
#sisPMpricesis

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People on IG stories are weird. Which is probably why I've never been on Snapchat (and probably never will be).

Case #1:

Wife talking to herself (or talking to the phone) because her husband is away and she has no one to talk to. Mostly ramblings, but ugh, creepy. But I still follow her 'coz her house is pretty. 

Case #2:

Socialites! They are strange beings. They talk to themselves a lot too. The one in London especially. And the jet-setting socialite (the one with the equally rich Malay bf cough cough) eats ALL THE TIME. Girl you gotta go easy on the desserts honey. 

Oh well, to each of his own. Don't like, don't follow. But still cannot resist stalking. Pftth.

last week's hari ini dalam sejarah

I think my heart dropped when I read this message from my husband. I was in a meeting at the time. Mind you, it was only my fourth day at work and I can’t afford to be losing my focus.

To back track a bit, the day before, my car won’t start. It happened on Wednesday evening last week, while I was all geared to go home. You know what’s the irony? The car is scheduled for servicing the next day! I managed to restart the car when the service guy came (FML) and drove home. We knew the car will not start the next day and Roy can just call the service centre to get the car fixed.

To cut a long story short, tow truck was called and I was already having a bad feeling since the day before. I don’t know why, it was just instinct. You know how your heart palpitates for no reason? I even dreamt that I cried the night before. I digress. So yeah, the car.

It slipped from the tow truck.

My husband, the superhero in disguise however managed to jump into the car and pulled the hand brake. The damage? Well the driver’s door is damaged and along the way it scraped our neighbor’s car as well. Thank God the tow truck company will pay for everything (hey why don’t you guys just get me a new car please) and hopefully we’ll get our car back by end of the week.

That aside, I’m grateful that:

1. No one got hurt (imagine if my husband was standing in the way or our other car was behind the tow truck)
2. This gives me a chance to take the public transport. It’s tiring but hey I could use some exercise! 

   Talking about public transport, it has been an exhausting journey so far. Well, perhaps because it’s been a while since I last had an (any) exercise and I guess my body just refuse to cooperate haha.  I don’t enjoy being pushed but when the train is slightly empty and I get to sit, I find it so enjoyable to immerse myself in reading. Trying to sleep gracefully in the train has been a challenge so far though! 

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