Unfortunately... most unfortunately I cannot hate on disabled people in humongous electric wheelchairs who use public transport.
But I do.


Of course they are as entitled as anyone to use buses or trains (hey! they don't seem to use trains WTF), but it is so goddamn annyoing!!!

The extra effort the bus drivers have to make in order to heave them and their fucking wheelchair in - and out.
And the inconvenience caused to all the other passengers...


Today I was driving home after a kinda long day.
It is autumn, thus somewhat cold, but then again today was quite sunny, thus warm.

I was tired because of both and just wanted to enjoy some peace until I reach home.
Ha!

A fat (yes, that matters) older, unkempt (yes, that matters, too) disabled woman in an electric wheelchair also got inside the bus.
And after her a grandma with a rollator (I hate those! Do they even make sense?!) entered and her rollator's wheels got entangled with the back wheels of the electric wheelchair, which woman 1 (W1) only parked half-way intelligently. Means, she parked very space-consuming and not neatly along the window.
So of course when the grannie wanted to squeeze into the too-tiny space behind W1 she pushed her rollator into the wheelchair.
With the obstinacy and lacking motor abilities of precisely a grandma she fought a silent fight with W1 whose back she was facing.
So W1 of course didn't get anything of that (and couldn't care less I guess) while she kinda tried to manoeuvre her fucking sensitive (not) wheelchair into a better position - in vain.

And all that while an Arab family with 3 young kids and a buggy with another kid were waiting outside to get in.
Which they even managed.


That makes 3 people with a vehicle in a vehicle.
KNNCCB!!!



It is plain ridiculous how space-consuming and absolutely nerve-racking it is to take public transport when you are so immobile!!!


A few stops later another person with an electric wheelchair wanted to enter!
WTF!!!

Of course the person can't enter by himself, he needs the bus driver to array a ramp!
But then, is there even enough space?

Of course people will shuffle around inefficiently and inconclusively for 4 hours until one overly sensitive person found it would be wiser to move further in and not clog the entrance.
Therefore space was created.
And the fourth wheeled person entered.



Now imagine the same funny game backward when someone (of course that someone could only be W1 or grannie, since they are both the furthest inside, otherwise it would be no fun) of those wheeled persons wants to alight.

FML, the fucking pain.

W1 wanted to get out and after everyone alighted (the Arab family was especially fast-minded and alighted quite quickly, while a young woman refused to do so for.. a decade and moved around the entrance area only to be pushed by other people, who couldn't decide if they should alight or not).
This time round it was W2 who didn't leave enough space for her to manoeuvre her enormous conveyance, so she again inefficiently moved to and fro... knn


People who looked upon that scene felt how their youth faded away under the blazing sun burning on their back.
When finally all hope was gone the bus driver grabbed the wheelchair and tried to pull it out with the last of his remaining strength, without avail.
Little did he know, that, alas!, the wheelchair was once again tangled up with grannies rollator.

Only due to the wondrous workings of the gods and the work of 423 invisible pixies did he finally, finally managed to pull the woman out.



'Wow, travelling with public transport is sooo convenient and fast!!', think the disabled people on wheels.
I decided to get off one stop earlier (without any problems!) and walk instead.




So fucking annoying!
Since I cannot forbid disabled people, families with babies and old grannies to use public transport, I can only wish for the wheelchair people to have nice family who would drive them around!
Which of course they haven't cuz they are selfish and grumpy, so they have no one who would care for them and also so they wouldn't behave very social on the bus and make space, THUS I can hate them!
I guess they are bitter, but they aren't more entitled to travel on public transport than any other person who bought a ticket and is on the bus!!

Only because they are disabled doesn't mean that other people have to squeeze and push themselves in the last edges of the bus so that they would have their 'for the disabled place'.
It is too hard for them to travel else way?

Well, people in electric wheelchairs don't even need to strain one muscle to move around!!!

And I don't mind others that much, since people with prams or buggies, or people in normal wheelchairs are quite agile.
Only that most people with prams, etc are fucking slow-minded immigrants, who take forever to realize that they need to moove!

And old people with rollators? I highly doubt that rollators have any use at all.
They just render old people even more immobilised than they already are!!
This four-wheeled joke of a prop can't be any good to lean against right? Wouldn't it just roll forward?
So the only thing to prop onto it would be directly from above or not? But then, how to walk meh?
'K', you argue, 'but then they can use it to sit onto whenever they need to rest!'
Bullshit, when they are already weak and scared of walking how are they gonna turn around to sit on the seat? And I have witnessed countless of times how painful it is to turn and sit, always wondering why they are even doing this shit when they are clearly going through too much efforts for a comparatively small win...

'K, but at least can store shopping?' Other sort of carts can also transport shopping what? And those that can be pulled are for more convenient!!! That's why people pull and don't push trolleys!!!


And the people on electronic wheelchairs?
If you think they are too weak to push normal wheelchairs you are very wrong!
Those who could be too weak are only old people, but have you ever seen old people in those monstrous things? No, because they don't have the slightest idea how such a vehicle could be steered!
Hence the ones who use those are younger people who are just too fucking lazy to move their remaining moveable body parts! FML...
This is not what we call appreciative or life-affirming!
And a person who does not appreciate life should just go die!!!

Yes lah, don't be so inconsiderate and piss everyone else off and use public transport! Tax money somemore!!!


Or is it that their whole purpose in life is to make people at least a bit miserable like them?!
Ah, just go die.




Regarding to what I wrote last post, I have yet another reason to love Singaporean busses and abso-fucking-lutely hate German ones! Urgghh!!!
Chu, Ailing

P/S: I go clean my room now

The recent entries are all fucking boring (as opposed to the non-recent ones I like to think). So I don't know why anyone should read.

As one who reads must have noticed though, I am reading through Xiaxue's archives.
Fucking good stuff. I won't repeat myself.


And it's so funny that I can relate to so much stuff.
I don't know.

She and her life are so different from me but then again so many similarities, she could be my soul-cousin (lol.. soul-sister can't cuz really have some huge differences).



Anw, yesterday I wrote about some very random entry where she mentioned she was taking bus 176.
Do you know these moments when a certain really trivial something triggers the memory of a whole atmosphere, a distinct feeling back to your life?

The word bus 176 was such a something. Immediately I remembered my bus rides in Singapore and with that memory some more details which I haven't realized and only see now.

I miss Singaporean buses. (this is he 3rd time I'm saying it). Yes the fucking buses.
I miss waiting for them to come without knowing if and when they are going to arrive.
I miss the timetables which I can't and couldn't bother to understand (thus I don't know when they arrive).
I miss the old-fashioned interior, the seats.
I miss sitting there, chilling on the seats, not knowing where we are fucking headed to, just driving forever through half of Singapore.
Not giving a slight fuck about anything.
No worries until we finally arrive.*

*Note: I was so clueless because friends had the pleasure of racking their brains organizing our transport hahaha
Ok, I might just miss being a careless bitch



Oh yeah and then another thing from her blog:

Typical conversation

Beautiful Saturday afternoon, three recruits with 2 or 3 girls in an outing with them.

A: Hey, Pegasus' bunk there got green fungus growing on the edge of the door or not?

B: Siao! Cheebye! (dont know why recruits love vulgarities. Nearby, a girl grimaces as her privates [parts, not the rank] get mentioned but B ignores her) of course have lah! The fungi grow like fungi like that. Don't know why the door's edge everytime got fungi.

C: Chun boh? My officer kao peh so much, make us do pumping. Down 1,000, siao, think we super hero. After that must do 65 click somemore.

A: Is it! Then I lucky la, mine only make us do burpees.

Girl A, B, C: BURPEES!?

All guys: *ignore* *gives each other "They don't know one lah" look*

Ok I don't know any guys who stay in camp.. Ok I do know, but we don't talk about camp.
Which is not the point.

The point is (omg the point, my blog only revolves around the point wtf), everyone (girl) will know this situation where boys act like they are almighty because they are talking about something which girls don't know one la.

And I hate that situation! Why must act like that...
There are girl topics that boys don't have any clue of either. What's a highligher/ blending/ etc brush?
Downward facing dog? Urban Decay Naked palette? (so much make-up...)


But we aren't deliberately discussing such things with people around who would have no idea what we are talking about right?
Which brings me back to the point that guys and girls are different after all.

Also it's cooler to be a guy. You (can) act like that.
That's why I find that girls should definitely grow up with a brother (and vice versa I guess).
It's really practical to be a guy, you learn about a lot more useful things in life; jailbreak, torrents, file sharing, fixing computer, ad block, cars (ok, not cars, but imagine we would, we'd be much more confident dealing with cars), idk...

So yeah I'm grateful I didn't grow up as a girly girl.


Back to the point which was that guys feel very superior when they can treat girls like we are very blur...
There exist girls who find that equally amusing I guess, like shu nus?
They like to be in that weaker position so they would please the guys by confirming their lower rank.

What? I have never been and don't want to be that kind of girl.
I never play along (ok maybe at times, but never the most entertaining way for the guys which I guess would be something like nagging the dudes to explain or over-enthusiastically discussing with the girls what burpees could be wtf), if the guys think they can act cool, I can do that, too... Ignore.


Which doesn't earn me many brownie points (boys are dumb - I'm contradicting myself I know), and therefore the silly shu nus will earn more /rolls eyes
Seriously, for fuck?!


I hate pretentious demeanour, I don't see why anyone has to act like sth they aren't to kiss sb's ass!

I will never play along, you can jolly well play that stupid game among yourself.
Like I have nothing better to do.


Fuck shu nus, why can anyone be so cheap?!
Urrggh! I hate cheap, stupid and weak people the most!


Even if that means all guys will hate me I will never fucking act like I'm damn cute, very helpless or dumb or any damsel-in-distress-way so the guy will feel very shiok and mighty and hit on me.
Just fuck someone else, thanks!


Chu, Ailing

Alvin
the following is quoted from xx's blog (and edited).

Alvin has disappeared. Just like that. *snaps fingers twice* Into thin air.

I don't understand men, really. He has been so sweet and nice! I told him that I am not prepared to go into a relationship with him, but he told me its alright, he will wait. He says he just wants to see me happy, and that's sufficient for him.

Well it seems that's utter bullshit. MEN. This just makes me super jaded. Seriously, humans are just self-centred creatures who live for themselves and blowjobs/showerheads, and I am not denying that despite trying hard not to, I'm like that as well. Except the showerhead part.

So anyway it went like this:

Alvin did not contact me for two days. Last conversation was fine, and ended with an ironic "I will call u tomorrow."

WTF??!

This is not the first time he is doing this. He went missing not once, but TWICE before, and always come back after with the typical "I miss you so much and I will not do this again."

I DON'T UNDERSTAND?! If he needs time off, why can't he just tell me, "I need some time off", then disappear while I go club and shag other guys? (joking) Why must gei siao say got nothing wrong, then don't reply msgs and pretend that phone on silent/low batt??!

I absofuckinglutely hate guys who go missing and avoid issues! What's the point? Can someone tell me what's the point??!

Me, calling using a different line: *ring ring!*

Alvin, in chirpy voice: "Hello!" (As if I must be Pamela Anderson asking him if he could touch my boobies)

Me: Oei you avoiding me ah?

Alvin: Umm. Ah... No la...

Me: Speak up and quit wasting my hi card money ok!

Alvin: *deep breath, chirpy voice gone* Ummm.. I just thought... *pause for 5 seconds*

Me: JUST THOUGHT WHAT? SAY LA!

Alvin: Umm... We can't go on like this....

Me: OK BYEEE! *kup phone*

- silence -

Why ah? Why are some people like that? It took him 3 months to realise that we can't go on like that? Wow! And if I did not use another line to call him, is he ever gonna tell me "we cannot go on like this"? And what I am supposed to do the period of time he is avoiding my calls?? Report to the police that he must be eaten up by a python in Tekong, huh?

Put the story up on show 'Missing'?

Instead of generally talking about this kind of men problem -
which I more or less have if you remember Cy's ex who loved to play this oh-so-funny-game -
let's philosphize about whether men or really (that) different from women.

Or better - are men assholes and why?


Honestly, yes?!


But no, let's do this real slow (reeeaal slow - this is a Wheesung quote).
I think the (female) distress lies in our hearts which are yearning for love. (Please, don't include me, I'm just generalizing).

Seriously. I hold the view that women need love more than men.

And I think so because women fall in love so easily. Women can fall in love with about anyone.
Really regardless of age or looks or anything as long if there is at least one thing which the women digs.
My proof? Ugly Kpop idols with really nothing attractive.
Still they have a relatively big fanbase... How?

Well, they must have a really silly and random something which makes a certain group of girls swoon.
Like they always like their lips? Love to run their hand through their members hair? Played that one role in that one drama? Idk you tell me!

As a man you just need that one thing and some women out there will love you (I mean LOVE).


With men it's different.
Obviously you'll mostly just need big tits to get into the game, BUT the guy will never love you.
He just wants to fuck you (for the rest of his live maybe, but well... he'd fuck other girls with equally big or bigger things, too).


Is this true or is this not true?
(I'm not saying that men can't fall in love or will love the women of their dreams til the end of time, it just that it's not their No 1 priority to find that woman as it is for girls...
And that girls fall in love quicker)



I think here lies the reason to why men are jerks.

Because women are so desperately looking for love (even when they don't) they are much more sensible regarding this topic.
Whereas guys just... ah well, nevermind liao.


A women is much more vulnerable in a relationship of any kind whatsoever.
She will overthink things. She will try to figure out the guy, what he wants, what kind of a human he is.

The problem is - as I said - men and women are different. Like Alvin at one point he will be sweet and all, then a fucking jerk the next.



Ok, I don't know already what the point of this entry is ㅋㅋ
Just felt like writing this after reading XX's entry.

Oh I think my point was whether men are assholes...

Well, yes, but they can't help it.
As much as men are human beings, too, you can't expect them to act or be like something they aren't.
Which is being as sensible and overthinking as women all the time (of course guys are like that, too if they are seriously in love).


But when they are just playing around, they aren't. Which leads me to the next question, why must guys play around?!
Yes, there are girls who play around, too...
But not as much as guys right?
Which again leads me to the question, are men and women really that different?


Maybe yes and no?
Guys like to play around because they love the ego boost when yet another girl has fallen for them, because it tells them, they are handsome, they are manly, their dick is long, they are awesome.
Girls also like this ego boost, but for them it's the other way around; 'my body is hawt, I look sexy so all the guys want to get my number', not like boys 'the girls are all over me, thus I'm da bomb'



I think that's really it... Like my non-oppinion on something.
Chu, Ailing

I have kind of a new obsession (not that new since it developed over the years, but yeah... 'new').
If anyone waited for the sequel of the previous blog post... Sorry.
I just can't be arsed to blog about it, because it's too long. And thus too annoying to try to think about which parts should be left out.



So my newest obsession is... treating my body well.
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ That's sounds wrong.

But anyway...

I guess for most of us we don't naturally grow up treating our bodies well.
I mean, we mostly grow up with very functioning bodies that do everything we went without getting tired so why should we worry?

Only through the years does our body become stupid. Stupid as in... crooked teeth? Neurodermatitis? Pimples? Cellulite? Obesity? 10000s of problems...


Of course none of these kill us and we grew up not giving a fuck so we bear with all these.


Well, not anymore.
At least me.



Thanks to my mother who forced me to get my teeth fixed. The 2nd time.
Only afterwards did I acquire the hatred for my less-perfect-before-teeth so that now I can appreciate more-perfect-after-teeth.
Same story with my complexion. Ok it got really worse and I'd have probably gone to see a doctor on my own, but now that it's much much better again I am so grateful in hindsight and wouldn't want to live with all those pimples from my past.

It is funny how present problems don't seem to suck as much. But when you later look back at them or see people who are having the same troubles but are equally indifferent towards them as you used to be you can't understand their behaviour for the life of you.
I think that's a good example for human haughtiness... (but that's another point).



Anyway so these two things then finally showed me that I should tackle everything that I now feel slightly irritate me, because I will only know how much better it feels afterwards.


Right now I'm getting 3 warts removed (oh just stop reading you haha).
I've had them for years. I don't know how many. On the sole of my feet.

Now they don't hurt (yet), but they always made me feel so conscious about my feet when everyone else has tender baby feet.

And btw plantar warts can be really dangerous when they grow deep enough to reach your bones you probably won't ever get rid of them and it will hurt like mad.
But you can try to cut them out which will cause you to loose a shitload of blood, die half-a-very-painful-dead and have them come back, more painful than ever.
Luckily mine don't seem that deep yet. I tried to freeze them once, but it didn't work.
So I went to get it done professionally.

They use cold nitrogen to spray onto your wart and it's somewhat painful after all.
In the beginning it's just cold, after a few seconds you feel a sharp stinging pain like needles would poke into your feet.
Luckily the treatment only lasts half a minute or so and soon after that it's ok-ish to walk again.


Now, I'm just hoping for the darn things to fall off.....



But then my feet also have some calluses which I want to get rid off.
I blame my too small feet compared to my body height for causing those. And my parents for making me walk to school for a week when I was younger (during that week I got those calluses, I remember til now). Oh and maybe dancing... ㅋㅋ



What I'm saying is, if there's anything about your body which bothers you in the slightest, do something about it.
Remove that mole, cut out that weir bump right above your eye.. Whatever. Do it.
And thank me later ㅋ


Chu, Ailing

傻笑 - Jay Chou ft Cindy Yen

Out of a unusual feeling of responsibility towards myself and following the example of Xiaxue
who really uncompromisingly blogged about EVERYTHING back then, regardless whom she might harm or not - including herself -
I think I should really blog about the following happenings.


I think later on (when I'm old and bitter) these will be my the memories of my youth, when I was young and reckless Hahaha.



But before I start, some other stories, whose relation to the main story I leave to your imagination.
I would say that I am a person who without making a big fuss always thinks what she says.
I don't appreciate nor make use of ambiguity or say things that I don't mean like that.

Of course there are exceptions, when I'm around friends I am not constantly playing diplomat and also I don't say everything I think (which should be normal), but mostly I'm for one quite aware of what I say and also, when I say something I mean it exactly like that.
I don't see why people should complicate things by saying things without meaning them, it would be better to say nothing at all.


It is funny how I don't fear being judged at all. I don't mind if people say I'm a bitch, ugly, lazy, hate my roots, or whatever. I don't care.
Or better, I either really couldn't care less or know it better.

That's why concerning this topic, it is really astonishing how I absolutely fear to be judged.
I feel so vulnerable (?)
And I might ending up blogging about something else at first, so we'll see !^^




Ok I have decided to blog about this something else first, because if I do it the other way round it might seem weird.

DISCLAIMER The following contents is written by a person who hasn't been in a relationship before and doesn't even intend to be in any relationship any time soon.
I don't give a fuck (in the true meaning of the word).
So these are just thoughts of a naive, clueless girl who doesn't know better. I don't judge. LOL


I want to write about clingers/ jealous rls partners.

Somehow being together with a clinger speaks against everything that I believe in: - that one should trust and believe in one another in a relationship
- that one cherishes and respects each other's individual personality
- that without those a relationship cannot work
- that people also have a responsibility towards themselves, that they should love themselves, too, at all times, so they would realize when something just 'kills' them on the inside
- that they should always look realistically at things, so they know when something has no future and it's time to move on

Yes, I am indirectly saying that one should break up with a clinger or terribly jealous rls partner asap and I am aware of the fact that I sound like cold-hearted bitch.
Well, I am a cold-hearted bitch, but I also don't know any better (remember?)


I understand that being together with a person for a long time creates more bonds than just love, you have the fear of being alone, the feeling of being used to stay in a rls/ with that person, some hope that things might change, a certain indifference or a growing thick skin towards such accustomed flaws, convenience.


I understand that these things exist, I don't understand that those things could make a person choosing to stay in what is certainly called a poisonous relationship. (forgive me!)



It might be because I have been in a poisonous relationship as well (remember I said I have never been in a relationship so it must be that) I talk about friendship here.

I was friends with a girl in middle school. I guess it started somewhat normally, but the longer we were friends the more dominant the girl became. She didn't force me to do things for her, not really.
Except that I had to join her to the toilet every time or wait for her to pick her up to school or things like that.
Or one time I had to get off the train, but she lived a few stops further so she half-jokingly, half-seriously hindered me (and a granny behind me) to get off. Not only was I super angry with her when I missed my stop, the granny started to scold us somemore!
Also she used to always complain to me about things that had nothing to do with me. Like the weather.
And I had to kinda justify the heavens for her.


I have seen a few rls like this. Between other girls when I'm on the train. Or one of my friend's friend was also like this. She needed a 'submissive' partner, whom she could boss around.


Anw, one day after sports when this friend had upset me once again by trying to make me stay longer, I finally found that I had enough.
The next day I didn't pick her up for school and our close friendship was over. We were still friends, since we were in the same group of friends, only luckily I wasn't her best buddy anymore.



When I think back, I'm really glad that I managed to free myself from her.
Poisonous relationship are really weird. Actually this person is your friend, but when you think about it, can this really be a friend when the time you spend together actually sucks out-and-out and you just didn't realize it?

I know that I read an article about poisonous rls back then, but can't remember if that was before or after our friendship ended.
Nevertheless I am forever grateful to this eye-opening article, as it showed me how twisted life can be.
And how important it is to be aware of oneself.


Hearing from other poisonous rls I know how they can absolutely destroy you, exhaust you to the core or make you feel miserable about your whole existence.


It is then your job to firstly realize that you are not feeling good (which isn't always as easy as it sounds), finding the reason (your friend, lover, mother, son, coach, colleague, teacher, dog?, idk) and eliminating it.
I think the article talked about braking up with this person, but I guess trying to talk some sense into them is also a start.
Only that I fear that it required some professional help to cure these persons.



On to clingers. My view on clingers isn't quite normal I must say.
This is attributed to a certain dark incident during my early dumb teen years, which I wish I could eliminate out of history.
This person wasn't exactly a clinger. He was just disgustingly 'ready-to-admire'. In the beginning I didn't mind, but after a short time I was so friggin' sick of his compliments, I couldn't stand it any more.
And to this date I detest those clingy sort of people who stick around your ass to pave your path with cotton candy.

So clingers are really my personal turn-off.

I could never be around someone who literally needs to compliment me around the clock (I'm allergic to compliments anw).
This would be a poisonous relationship for me.



On to the jealous peeps. I have never really engaged with jealous people.
Ok I have always been friends with 2 other girls, who were fighting about with whom I should stay when, but that's at least reasonable.
But jealous people are jealous because of fuck.

I think for outsiders it is hard to understand why people stay with jealous rls partners, especially because their behaviour resembles that of a maniac so strikingly.


A funny anecdote: My friend had these friends who were in a rls. The girls was super jealous, the guy pissed. It was somehow long-distance somemore.
One day when the guy came visiting, they had a fight or so. The guy gave the girl a reason to feel very jealous and gloomy.
My brilliant friend issued an ultimatum to the guy: If you can't stand it anymore then brake up with her! Don't let her suffer like this!!!
The guy? Broke up that instant hahahaha


Ok is it the cold-hearted bitch that laughs about this? Anyway, that girl was then super depressive. Really super depressive, as in failed class and started to do sports like crazy.


Which brings me to the point that she was weak.
Maybe the reason why I can't stand clingers (and certainly jealous people) is that they are weak.
I hate weak people.
Weak people can't love themselves. What is a person who can't even take care of himself?



This concludes my very insightful excursion about relationships.
Chu, Ailing

너 아니면 안되는 걸 - SHINee

I noticed that lately I tend to only focus on the bad things. Which is so not me?
At times I'm thinking, 'What good thing has ever happened to me?' Whereas 'good thing' is sth link winning the Noble Price without really deserving it.
...

Ok I guess such things don't happen at all. But how about 'winning 1,000,000 $$$'?

Even those things don't happen too often, even less to my peers. (I could still add 'being scouted/ casted', 'marrying a star/millionaire', etc)

So I realize where the fuck do you take those frigging standards from? 'good things' happen like to nobody.
And it makes me feel like a damned spoiled brat who wants to work for nothing, but thinks she deserved everything.


And indeed in my life so far I have never really exhausted myself for anything and everything always worked out the way I wanted.

You could say that I had everything.

And now I'm more or less expecting things to continue like this, but with bigger goals. Which is plain ridiculous.
So I should stop my whining, like seriously



So in this post I shall focus on the good things that happened to me that I tend to ungratefully shove away too easily.

1. I WON A GIVE-AWAY

Which really is one of those things that don't happen too often to anyone. I guess it is even a 'good thing'.
And it's not really a lousy give-away, but a YSL give-away by my idol the awesome Shini from Park&Cube.

In case you are too lazy to check, I won 5 YSL Rouge Pur Couture The Mats lipsticks (must spell out the long-ass names to savour it...), 1 YSL Le Teint Touche Éclat foundation and 1 YSL La Laque Couture nail polish.

The nail polish couldn't be sent to me due to idk shipping restrictions or so I was given the Pixi Flawless Finishing Powder. (Which is a shame actually, but hey, we deserve nothing and I love the powder!!)

I also love how YSL products smell! Ever since I got my first YSL lipgloss back in the days I have been loving this YSL scent~


I was asked by my friends to share the lipsticks with them. And even though you can't say that I am a greedy person at all (at least not regarding gifts, etc) I think I can't share them with anyone.
Because for one, it would defy the purpose of making me happy if I were to give away the shades I like and keep the more difficult to wear dark shades. On the other hand it would be stupid to give away the darks shades too and only keep the ones that are 'good' (Right now I realize, that I'm not sure if I had asked to share if I knew my friend had won sth similar).

So I have decided to keep all the lipsticks and to share them with my mother. This is good, because I feel I can't do enough good things for her, she likes and needs expensive make-up only and she won't use the stuff anyway hahaha
I will also give her the foundation, because I still have my Lancôme one and she wanted one and it isn't my skin tone, too
I will also offer to give her the powder because I also still have my MAC powder.


Am I not nice or am I nice not?

2. I LOST AND HAD MY PURSED RETURNED

That not good Engrish.

I was shopping with my mother and for the first time in my life I completely forgot about my purse in the fitting room.
Only an aeon later did I realized it. My mother was professional enough not to freak out and we asked the salesladies. But nobody had seen one or had been give a purse.
We nearly went back to Zara to look for it there when I luckily remembered that I still had it when we left Zara.

I thought of looking between the clothing racks to see if I had left it there, but my mother told me to ask the cashier while she would investigate with the salesladies around the fitting rooms again.

Finally they told her the bag could only be at the service point 2 floors up. (WHY, WHY NOT SAY EARLIER?)

I had completely given up, why would it be at some completely different floor? If one of the shop assistants had found it they would for sure know where it is right? And not had us search around for so long only to finally guess that it could be further up.
And if a shopper had found it, why would they go through the trouble to bring the back somewhere else, when the most logical thing to do is to just hand it to the next saleslady? And who even remembers the existence of such service point?

I was already grieving for my belongings. The purse itself, a very unique super old H&M fabric messenger, which was as simple as it gets, with super many compartments. It was in it's own way perfect.
But the think I would be the saddest over was the loss of my amazing relatively new wallet. It was also in its own way perfect and I love it so much. The woven leather, the golden metal details, the compartments, everything!! Still to this day when I use it I feel a bit happy. Oh should it have really left me for good?
And then all my IDs in it...
Then also got my phone... I don't really cling to it, but just the thought of always losing my phones in such a inhumane, ridiculous why was very frustrating.


Anyway up we went and as it happens I saw my bag lying behind the counter. My heart skipped a beat. What the...?
The woman who has brought it there must be an angel (a siao angel maybe haha)
I should be forever grateful to her....




So in conclusion good things happen after all and I am just a whiny spoilt bitch.
Chu, Ailing