goodbye, blogger

Remember the "offed" entry?

Well, with this entry, I would like to make it official.

I fell in love with tumblr. :D

Ahh, fickle fickle me.

I'm still experimenting with my tumbleblog so bear it with me.

Farewell, honey. It has been great ... having you. [;

To my followers, I'm not sure if you're reading this, but if you are, thank you so much for making me feel wanted and liked. Flowers for you all, sweeties.

For those of you who have made special link to this blog, I thank you ... and you may use the new link to my tumbleblog to re-link me back.

Don't pout. I finally found the garden [concept] I want to [further] cultivate in blogblogworld.

The idea behind my "This is my dance card / DC = MN" (in which DC is derived from dance card and MN makeshift notebook) blog is inspired from Lillian Bowman's (the Wallflower series by Lisa Kleypas) action into turning her (and her friends') dance cards into things they scribbled on while waiting vainly for the ball to finish.

I would, too, had I been invited to such balls. (; How dull it is to have nothing to do but observing people from the ballroom perimeters.

Since this blog of mine is getting so disorganised (in my way of thinking), filled with whines and stuff that isn't supposed to be aired in public ...

So ...

All logos belong to blogger and tumblr, respectively.

still undazzled

KILL HIM AGAIN, VOLDIE, PLEASE!!!

source

Eff yeah, Twilight sucks.

i exhaust myself from wanting jack travis to be real

Lisa Kleypas's Smooth Talking Stranger

"Not at all. I like men. I'm a big fan of your gender. On the other hand, I often remind women that we don't need a man to feel complete."
- Ella Varner to Jack Travis.

No wonder we human beings do not have super[natural] powers - because if we do, we'd abuse those powers.

Oh wait - some people do have.

Let me rephrase that.

No wonder I do not have super[natural] powers - because if I do, I'd cast a spell on this book, tear Jack Travis out of the pages and knit (is that word even suitable?) him to life.

Oh no, before you start thinking I only want Jack Travis to be real because of Lisa Kleypas's description of his handsomeness, gorgeousness, wealthiness, [add anything -ness here] - oh no.

It's his sense of humour and charm that drew me in.

It's really hard to find a man who thinks penguin-printed shorts on me is adorable. One who thinks he doesn't need to see me in sexy lingerie because I'm sexy enough in whatever I happen to wear to tempt him. And one who cleans my glasses with his shirt (because I love cleaning the lenses with my shirt because it's speedy and convenient, you know? No? Oh, that's okay).

Oh and - one who insists on taking care of the baby first thing in the morning while I sleep my exhaustion off.

So yeah, okay. Read Smooth Talking Stranger to see what I'm babbling about.

Cheerio. For now.

PS, Thanks to Aelly and Briar-Rose for their feedbacks on my "offed" entry. I'm not going to make excuses, because the only excuse I have is - shite I was upset and nuts and felt so unloved.

PPS, And hullo, Love Stories! Anywho, the plumber came over while we were having our dinner. Talk about great timing. :/

oh plumber bummer

It is very easy to deflect a ... blame, then place it on someone else.

You see, we're having a little problem with the bathroom pipes since last night.

So when mum didn't arrive home for lunch today, I called her.

Turned out she did call me, but I didn't answer because I left my mobile in my room.

So anyway, I asked her about the pipes, and she told me to go up the hill and fetch the plumber ourselves (me and sister).

No, my mother is not being sarcastic. Neither she is cruel.

The plumber does live on the hill.

And no, he does not have a phone.

Shite, I know.

I ask you now, what kind of a plumber is this?

So yeah, I told mummy that I do not where in the sam hill his house is. So she told me to pass the mobile to my sister, which I did.

Turned out my sister knows where the plumber lives.

Except for one thing.

Yes, since I'm the mother of all procrastinators ... it isn't hard to put two and two together. My sister is no more worse than I am.

"When are we going to fetch him?"

My sister stared at me contemplatively. "Oh ... no rush. Maybe around 3 p.m."

BY THE WAY, 3 P.M. was like ONE HOUR AND 53 MINUTES AGO.

So my mum called again - just minutes ago - and asked about the plumber.

I told her this: "Actually we haven't - uh - we sorta ... BELLE'S HAVING A NAP!"

And my mum went, "Ohhh NO - she is truly your daddy's kid," in an exasperated tone. Then she added, "Wake her up."

I replied, in a oh-no-I-will-feel-bad-if-I-did-just-that tone, "Oh, I don't want to disturb."

I swear I was (and still am) aware that I have done an Alex Russo.

There are a lot of things I will have to do before I get to that plumber.

1. Wash my face
2. Brush my teeth
3. Wake my sister up
4. Deal with my sister's after-an-interrupted-nap bxtchiness
5. Wait wait wait
6. Grab the front door key
7. Squeal - well, that's MOST probably because Angus will POUNCE HAPPILY ON ME as soon as the door is opened. I swear, my dog really, really loves me that he actually stalks me and knows when exactly I walk out of the door.
8. Ward Angus off with feigned stern face
9. Yell at Angus to back off
10. Grab Angus neck
11. Squeal squeal squeal OW (because I cannot fight fair with Angus - the dog has sharp teeth, duh)
12. Grab Angus's walking leash (yes, he doesn't like watching mummy go without him)
13. Walk that extra mile
14. ....................................

I could continue on and on but you get the picture. So anyway, SEE what I have to deal with? And to think that I haven't written the part when we would reach the plumber's house!

Still, what kind of a plumber doesn't own a phone anyway???? Sheesh.

WE'RE MOVING! chronicle

Last night, mum asked me (told me, more likely) to put away the books. So I did.
Unfortunately, I spent three-quarter of the time re-reading those books and taking photos of the said books.

Yes. I'm the mother of all procrastinators.

One of Daddy's old classics.

Damn straight. I did not know my mother actually owns THESE.

Whenever I see these babies, I'd say, "THANK GOD IT'S OVER." Unless someone pays me a million dollar, I am not learning these babies again.

off the pedestals

Heidi Betts's Tangled Up In Love

Ever since Dylan Stone beat Veronica Chasen out of a prime position at the Cleveland Herald, they’ve been bitter rivals, engaging in a very public war of words in their competing newspaper columns. They routinely challenge each other to go bungee jumping, white water rafting, or into tattoo parlors to see who will wimp out first. But Veronica’s latest taunt may be Dylan’s toughest assignment yet: She dares him to learn to knit.

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“Hey, there, Chasen. How’s that tattoo of yours doing? Any pain or swelling I should know about?”

Ronnie cast him a withering glare, her lashes fluttering at half-mast over her coffee-brown eyes. “How would I be able to tell, Stone? You’re such a pain in my ass, I’m not likely to feel anything else down there.”

- Row 1, Tangled Up In Love

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Interesting, is it not? I've just done with the second book of the trilogy (Loves Me, Loves Me Knot), and I must say I enjoyed that one. I will enjoy this one, I bet my ... acer laptop on it.

PS, I didn't say anything about "offing" this blog before, did I? Oh what the hell.

jim-jim-jimmy!

This is my choice for:

Favorite TV Comedy Actor

Jim Parsons