Me:
Did I tell you I forgot to do my hair? And now it looks like snow on my head? Oh great.
Head and Shoulders alert.
Sister:
what do mean do your hair??
Me:
Like put some type of product in it… wash it… that sort of thing.
It’s very dry and dandruffy. And not just the little miniscule flecks here and there, peppering my beautiful quaffed hair. It’s chunky and it looks like I rain through potato flakes. It’s itchy too, which is further exacerbating the flaky pastriness of it all.
I have to pretend to go to the bathroom to go flick my hair and try and get rid of most of it. How mucho embarrassioso..
P.S. Do you know what occurs with dry scalp? Baldness.
Oh snap.
Sister:
LOL.... So why do John and I still have our hair??
You and baldness...LMAO!!
Me:
Don’t worry… you’re time is coming. And when it does, I’ll be telling my kids “Look! Your aunty is as bald as me”
Nell thinks I’m being a hypochondriac… this coming from the girl who’s equally hypochondriac and advised me that she might have DVT cos she keeps sleeping on her arm. I told her I did one better: I got an ultrasound on it to check if I had DVT. Ha! No one outdoes my craziness!
Still, it doesn’t stop me from examining my front tuft every morning, checking for the receding… it’s almost like watching the tide. It ebbs and flows.
Especially when I brush it forward, then it ebbs.
Sister:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
ur a egg!!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Dinner... and flowers
Yesterday, I had the immense please of going out to dinner with Nell, who I haven't seen in quite some time.
Was very happy with the restaurant chosen by the lovely lady, well except that our plans for a 5:15pm dinner were averted by the fact that the joint didn't open until 5:30. Alas.
As I arrived to the destination, so did Nell, off we went on an adventure to find plastic flowers.
It's at this point I should point out that for her Xmas party, it's a fancy dress party where you go as someone famous. Nell will be going as Titania, the queen of the fairies (is that right, Nell?), which i guess is famous, although I would've preferred if she went as Lady GaGa. I had this vision of her wearing a dress made entirely of balls (you know, the ones that you find in toddler play pens?), which I would have gladly made, quite lovingly I might add. I would've spray painted it gold as well, in keeping with the festive season.
She did offer to have me come along so I could be the king of fairies, but I was thinking to myself that I'd prefer to be the Queen Bitch of the fairies in my Lady GaGa-esqueness instead. Much more down my alley.
Nevertheless, as she chose to be Titania, then I guess she would need a crown most befitting for a fairy queen, so off we went gallavanting around Chinatown (cos really, where else would you find plastic flowers), with Nell quick side stepping in and out of faux $2 shops were slightly leaving me confused and frankly a little vommity, considering the speeds she was travelling.
I suddenly had a burst of inspiration and quick-thinking MacGyver-ness (which, let's face it, doesn't occur on many an occasion), we head into the $2 shop in Market City.
Jackpot.
Once in, Nell leapt into action, proceeding to adorn plastic vines in her hair, which if you asked me 6 months ago, if I'd be standing in the middle of a $2 shop watching someone fashion plastic plants in their hair, I would have said you were a bit loco), choosing an appropriate amount of flowers in the style befitting to the queen of the fairies.
I actually had no idea that I would be magical plastic-fantastic crown while we were dining, so colour me surprise when Nell rambles off "Yeah, you can fix it up while we order and wait".
Fabulous.
Not only did I have to remember my table skills (eating in public is not usually my forte), but I'd have to conjure up my imaginary crown-making skills right there and then.
Back to Mamak, which incidentally is quite a fabulous, cheap and cheerful Malay restaurant and we sit down to order. I in the trusty corner so I can sneakily work away at my soon-to-be masterpiece. Except that 2 minutes after we've ordered, our foods come out. Oh. My. Goodness. They must be psychic!!! (well, that's how I've perceived it, and if you tell me otherwise, I'll know you are lying)
I got greedy and had myself 2 rotis. One was egg and onion (it was eh), the other was buttery goodness. Hello butter, my old friend. I heart you like clog in my aorta: it's inevitable.
Chicken satay skewers, which took me by surprise, because they looked miniscule. Like mini, anorexic corndogs. It was almost embarrassing to eat, considering it came with buttload of dipping sauce. Don't get me wrong, I love buttloads of dipping sauce, then at least make sure whatever you're dipping into it is both meaty and plentiful.
The lamb curry, which is yum and I almost wished my rice was coconut rice. Still yum.
So I ended up gorging myself like a fat kid on cake (or namely, me on cake), and got to that point of the meal where I had both elbows on the table and stabilizing myself against the aptly positioned column to the right of me. I was that full, that if I tried, I'm sure I could have farted rice. Mmm... enticing.
As there was a line building at Mamak, I came to the conclusion that trying to fashion a crown in the midst of a crowded restaurant wouldn't be the best thing to do, we crossed over to the Food Court a little further down on Goulburn St, where I proceeded to get my Philip Treacy: Millner extraordinaire on.
I prodded, I picked, I laughed, I swore, I cut, I twisted, I wrangled, I mangled, I Dr. Seuss-ed my way through, and 25 minutes later, voila! I had made a crown befitting for a queen of fairies. When it was all said and done, I think I could have been on the verge of crying tears of happiness, but Nell bought me a Kit Kat, so luckily that averted my attention.
And there you have it, dinner and flowers. Always a great combination.
I know that Nell will probably take all the credit, but that's ok, cos then we get to facebook pretend fight on the creative rights of the crown.
Game on, I say..... game on....
Was very happy with the restaurant chosen by the lovely lady, well except that our plans for a 5:15pm dinner were averted by the fact that the joint didn't open until 5:30. Alas.
As I arrived to the destination, so did Nell, off we went on an adventure to find plastic flowers.
It's at this point I should point out that for her Xmas party, it's a fancy dress party where you go as someone famous. Nell will be going as Titania, the queen of the fairies (is that right, Nell?), which i guess is famous, although I would've preferred if she went as Lady GaGa. I had this vision of her wearing a dress made entirely of balls (you know, the ones that you find in toddler play pens?), which I would have gladly made, quite lovingly I might add. I would've spray painted it gold as well, in keeping with the festive season.
She did offer to have me come along so I could be the king of fairies, but I was thinking to myself that I'd prefer to be the Queen Bitch of the fairies in my Lady GaGa-esqueness instead. Much more down my alley.
Nevertheless, as she chose to be Titania, then I guess she would need a crown most befitting for a fairy queen, so off we went gallavanting around Chinatown (cos really, where else would you find plastic flowers), with Nell quick side stepping in and out of faux $2 shops were slightly leaving me confused and frankly a little vommity, considering the speeds she was travelling.
I suddenly had a burst of inspiration and quick-thinking MacGyver-ness (which, let's face it, doesn't occur on many an occasion), we head into the $2 shop in Market City.
Jackpot.
Once in, Nell leapt into action, proceeding to adorn plastic vines in her hair, which if you asked me 6 months ago, if I'd be standing in the middle of a $2 shop watching someone fashion plastic plants in their hair, I would have said you were a bit loco), choosing an appropriate amount of flowers in the style befitting to the queen of the fairies.
I actually had no idea that I would be magical plastic-fantastic crown while we were dining, so colour me surprise when Nell rambles off "Yeah, you can fix it up while we order and wait".
Fabulous.
Not only did I have to remember my table skills (eating in public is not usually my forte), but I'd have to conjure up my imaginary crown-making skills right there and then.
Back to Mamak, which incidentally is quite a fabulous, cheap and cheerful Malay restaurant and we sit down to order. I in the trusty corner so I can sneakily work away at my soon-to-be masterpiece. Except that 2 minutes after we've ordered, our foods come out. Oh. My. Goodness. They must be psychic!!! (well, that's how I've perceived it, and if you tell me otherwise, I'll know you are lying)
I got greedy and had myself 2 rotis. One was egg and onion (it was eh), the other was buttery goodness. Hello butter, my old friend. I heart you like clog in my aorta: it's inevitable.
Chicken satay skewers, which took me by surprise, because they looked miniscule. Like mini, anorexic corndogs. It was almost embarrassing to eat, considering it came with buttload of dipping sauce. Don't get me wrong, I love buttloads of dipping sauce, then at least make sure whatever you're dipping into it is both meaty and plentiful.
The lamb curry, which is yum and I almost wished my rice was coconut rice. Still yum.
So I ended up gorging myself like a fat kid on cake (or namely, me on cake), and got to that point of the meal where I had both elbows on the table and stabilizing myself against the aptly positioned column to the right of me. I was that full, that if I tried, I'm sure I could have farted rice. Mmm... enticing.
As there was a line building at Mamak, I came to the conclusion that trying to fashion a crown in the midst of a crowded restaurant wouldn't be the best thing to do, we crossed over to the Food Court a little further down on Goulburn St, where I proceeded to get my Philip Treacy: Millner extraordinaire on.
I prodded, I picked, I laughed, I swore, I cut, I twisted, I wrangled, I mangled, I Dr. Seuss-ed my way through, and 25 minutes later, voila! I had made a crown befitting for a queen of fairies. When it was all said and done, I think I could have been on the verge of crying tears of happiness, but Nell bought me a Kit Kat, so luckily that averted my attention.
And there you have it, dinner and flowers. Always a great combination.
I know that Nell will probably take all the credit, but that's ok, cos then we get to facebook pretend fight on the creative rights of the crown.
Game on, I say..... game on....
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