In the words of Lily Allen,

I lost my phone last weekend when I was in Paradigm mall. In Payless Shoes to be exact. I'm not sure exactly when it happened. It could have been when I was trying on shoes or when I was knocked over by the staff. (I really hope the latter was an accident) The aisles in Payless are really narrow so it's difficult to manoeuvre when two human beings are in the same aisle. And it resulted in me almost falling in the the rack of shoes in front of me. Luckily there was a stool in front of me so I managed to catch my balance on it. My phone could have fallen out of my hand if I was holding it. (But I don't remember if I was or not). Either that or....

Some asshole swiped it when I was trying on shoes. The thing is, I don't remember putting it down anywhere next to me BECAUSE I wasn't sitting down, I was standing. And it's not me to leave my phone on random shoes boxes around me. I noticed it missing when I was at the cashier. Told Sue to call my phone, and it rang and there was an answer. Except no one said anything on the other line. I should have screamed. So if the thief was still in the shop (if ever), she would have been able to hear me on the line.

Alas, this story has no happy ending. I am indeed a phone-widower. My phone isn't a particularly fancy phone either. It's a Blackberry Bold 9900. It's not the newest phone, nor the prettiest nor the coolest. Can't do much with it since Blackberry does not have access to majority of the apps available. Nonetheless, it was MY phone and it was my birthday present from my presents so it has sentiments behind it. And even if it was useless when it came to the camera and the apps, it was still a pretty phone. :( No some bastard is holding it.

Thankfully I don't have that many pictures and videos in there. But ada la. Videos of me and Sue being random, pictures of Chloe and I. I feel so violated right now. And immensely furious. I spent most of mass thinking of ways to hurt that person. I hope my phone explodes you shithead. I hope karma bites you in the ass. Also,

Heaux heaux heaux

It's that time of the year again! I find that every year during Christmas time, I become such a Scrooge McDuck. I lose all excitement for the Christmas trees, decorations and Christmas jingles. I think a lot of it has to do with my childhood memories of Christmas. Now, you'll probably think I had a shit childhood because my family never celebrated Christmas. Exact opposite. My childhood Christmas memories consisted of my cousins sleeping over, staying up till midnight so we could tear open our presents, then heading to my Godma's swanky apartment in Bangsar and (through my 5 year old's eyes), an equally swanky Christmas cocktail party. (Not to mention opening her Christmas presents, she always spoiled me silly. Still does).

And on the occasions where my parents and I would fly to the Philippines to spend the holidays with my mum's side of the family, the celebrations were spectacular. Christmas meant the whole family in my uncle and auntie's townhouse, which only means one thing when you put this many Filipinos under one roof = HAVOC. It's loud and noisy. Just the way I like it.

But I guess I just grew up. I became too busy with school and assignments to have time to write a Christmas list (One time I wrote a puppy and a baby sister. I DID get a puppy. Baby sister, pending) 

But this year, I will (try to) not be Scrooge! I'm gonna be excited again. I've already been listening to Michael Buble's Christmas album to get me in the mood. I even resorted to a photo opp with a Santa hat.

No coal for me please

To get me even more in the Christmas spirit, I took a cue from my childhood self: Getting presents
Presents were the icing on the cake about Christmas. (Or maybe even the whole damn cake). So I already received my first Christmas present!

Hello, kitty

Confession: My first Christmas present is from myself. And I already opened it. And wearing it.

Lost and Found

Arm swag

I felt so silly yesterday when I was going through my desk at work and found my gold Casio watch sleeping soundly underneath my paper tray. I was like "I LEFT YOU HERE?! WHENNN?!"I may or may not be a horrible mother if I have children. (I have had dreams of misplacing my baby whilst shopping.) 

I remove my watch during work cause it's quite a bulky watch and it gets in the way when I try to type. I must have pushed it underneath the tray without realising. Luckily I wore a long-sleeved top so I could get out of work with 2 watches! LOL. I felt like those shady watch sellers you see in the movies that have a big trenchcoat and wear a whole bunch of watches on their arms and open their coat to show you more of their stolen goods. As I type this, my gold watch is resting on my laptop case. I promise I will bring you home this time.

Insomnia

I couldn't sleep last night.

So I downed two glasses of my mum's Baileys.