Mystery in the Launderette Solved

You know what I hate most? Ironing clothes in my hostel launderette. It’s really frustrating to iron my clothes on the spoiled ironing board, which has the cover torn and the spongy, ‘corky’ materials spilling out and staining my clothes. And I always thought to myself, who is that mysterious girl who can’t iron properly and keep spoiling the board? We have replaced the board more than three times this year!

And finally today, I get the mystery solved. With my own eyes, I see who (or rather what) the culprit is. It’s the IRON! I guess the heating element is spoiled because you just can’t control the heat. It’s like super hot and some plastic part of the casing melts and get the iron stuck onto the clothes, which further burn the clothes because it’s just so sticky that you can’t lift up the iron quickly enough. And for bonus, you get an iron-shaped stain on your favorite dress! WOW!

What should I do? Buy my own iron? Yeah, I barely survive now with zero account balance (almost zero anyway). I have reported the problem on the defects list. And for the time being, I just need to switch on the iron, let it heat up for a FEW seconds (yup, you need only like 5 seconds to get the plastic case melting), switch it off, iron my clothes till the iron cools down, switch on and let it heat up again, repeat.

Art of Ruining a Mango Part II

I bought a mango again!!! One for $0.77 hoho! And now, I got a very sweet one *sobs* I’m so happy that by the time I finish cutting the mango, nothing is left. Haha, greedy me!

Bad news: my cutting skills obviously need some refining. I tried the tips on WikiHow, and it really doesn’t work. I should have cut it like how I saw my parents cut it, that’s how I did it last week, and believe me, it works much better.

But oh well, it’s all about eating (I’m still HUNGRY!!!)

An emo post

I pity people who think they know me but in fact, they know only very little of me (yeah, I’m mean). But I take great pleasure in reavealing the other sides of me to people (HM!), but some people are just plain clueless har har!

Shucks, I’m emo-ing!!!

Let me attribute this to all the emo songs that I’ve been listening to these days. Some breakup songs:

1. Not A Day Goes By (by Lonestar)

2. Stay (Chris Sayzer)

3. Separate Lives (Phil Collins and Marilyn Martin)

And some songs that make you miss your parents:

1. My Little Girl (Tim McGraw)

2. In My Daughter’s Eyes (Martina McBride)

3. I Loved Her First (Heartland)

Growing Old T_T

As usual, I’m very good in thinking too much… Today I’ve been thinking about getting old lol

I’m rather worried about growing old and not being able to click with the young anymore T_T I’m also worried about my failing memories: I remember too much of embarassing moments in my life so what if one day I can’t control my brain anymore and I just babble away my embarassing secrets? And some people told me that as we grow old, we become our childish self again. That’s really a problem because I was really fierce when I was small, so who is going to befriend this old grandmother who is angry with the world???

Bottom line, I’m going to be a lonely grandmother in the future (NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!)

My life recently

Things have been going a little bit too smoothly these days and that worries me. It is as if I’m anticipating something to go terribly wrong anytime soon, which is bad, because prelim is coming (OH NOO!!!) But I deserve good things in life, don’t I, especially after going through a tough year last year! Have I gone so accustomed to troubles that the absence of troubles now actually gives me anxiety?

That’s amore! (maybe)

This is another update on my previous post “It’s been a while since I…” Number one high up on my list is “It’s been a while since I fell in love”.

Well, you know what, it’s time to fall in love. And I think I’m succeeding!

Although of course, it’s not really love, just a little bit crush, but at least finally my heart is not that cold anymore (aww…)

There’s this guy who looks like Big Bird, who has a hundred pairs of shoes (so far, I’ve spotted him in white converse, green converse, and white sports shoes), who sits un-glam-ly in the library (and managed to look cute nonetheless), whose name I find out only after three weeks of search, and who doesn’t even know I exist. HAHAHA. This sounds a lot like high school drama.

There’s this other guy, whom I’ve known for quite some time now, who has made it clear he doesn’t want any romantic attachment, and who has almost all the qualities I look in guys (har har har, my mom said I have too high an expectation). But I don’t really ‘love’ him anyway, I just think it’s possible to love him.

Hm, I think I might have forgotten the feeling of falling truly, madly, deeply in love.

By the way, speaking of guys, I find guys with deep, beautiful eyes irresistible. Guys in cowboy hats? Ditto. (HAHAHA, I love those country singers)

Feeding your hair

This is another random post (I have nothing much to post these days, exam is coming and I’m feeling dull these days).

I’m dying for healthy hair. I have curly hair, which is dry (so it’s not nice), and I think I’ll be a ravishing beauty if only my hair is smoother, shinier and more manageable, hehe… Anyway, so I googled ‘healthy hair’ and I got this:

Top 10 Foods for Healthy Hair: salmon, dark green vegetables, beans, nuts, poultry, eggs, whole grains, oysters, low-fat dairy products, carrots

What I eat everyday: dark green vegetables, poultry (chicken!!), eggs, and low-fat Anlene

Does it work? I don’t know, how long should I wait for the results?

Plans in my life

Now that I’m graduating, I should put down what the possible paths for me are.

A: become an engineer (not very appealing to me right now, but oh well…)

B: become an accountant

C: take up finance and see what I can do with it

D: take up creative writing and write a novel

E: work with TIME (wildest dream)

F: become a psychiatrist

G: become a food critic

H: become a manga artist

I: take up International Relation as a major

J: take up Liberar Arts as a major and see what I can do with it

K: run back crying to my parents and ask for prospective husbands

L: enter a monastery for female priests and get a scholarship to Italy (I doubt they want female pastor)

M: become a teacher

N: become a tutor

O: just leave everything and go to Africa for community service

P: start a CD store

Q: register myself to sugardaddy.com

R: enter a quiz or reality show for quick cash

S: become a professional gamer

T: become a secretary

U: become a boutique assistant

V: become a professional blogger

W: become a yoga trainer

X: start an oldies paraphernalia store (sounds like a good one)

Y: become a bar singer (this used to be plan Z)

Z: get Oprah to listen to my pathetic life story and hopefully, somebody feels touched enough to help me

A hungry bolstalova is an angry bolstalova

I want my Ruffles!!!! ROARRR!!!

Anyway, I have this new disease since July. How should I put it? Well, I’m constantly hungry.

Go on, laugh all you want. But I’m really, terribly, pathetically hungry even at this very moment. Problem is, I have three complete meals everyday, and snacks in between! I even have supper, fgs! I’m so very hungry that I have troubles falling asleep (refer to Things that Keep Me Awake At Night)

Possible explanations for my persistent hunger:

- I’m growing up. Sure, I’m growing some 3-4cm of fats layer (don’t take this too seriously, it’s a hyperbole )

- I have diabetes. Probably…

- I have some meanie creatures inside my stomach waiting to be fed. Ew. Science fiction meets bad horror.

- I don’t get enough nutrients. I like this one best.

So, over the weekend I bought some food supplies to ensure I have something to chomp whenever I’m hungry (I should jog more!!!). And one thing that I’ve been craving for is MANGO!!

Problem is, I’ve never cut a mango in my entire life. Take a look at my cute little mango just before the extreme makeover:

And here’s one after the extreme makeover (a really extreme one):

And it’s not even sweet.

ROARRRR. I was even hungrier and I got gastric pain. Sobs.

Why I Belong to The Retros

This is a crazy post, but I want to publish it nonetheless.

Here are some of my theories on how I will be better off in those retro years:

1. I love oldies songs. They make up a great proportion of my top rated songs in my iTunes. And I still think, to these days, that the singers of the past relied heavily on their singing talent and not so much on their dancing (make that ‘grinding’) or looks (The Carpenters vs The Pussycat Dolls?)

2. I think John F. Kennedy was cool, and his wife Jacqueline Onnassis was wow!

3. I also happen to have naturally curly hair in Connie Francis’ style. I told my friend that my Plan Z in my life is to be a bar singer, and I’ll make sure I sing Connie Francis’ songs hahaha!

4. I am a great fan of the retro comic Archies. And I happen to love that bubblegum pop “Sugar Sugar” (I’m getting bored of it though)

5. I secretly think (not much a secret anymore) that Elvis Presley looked good. And I can imitate his trademark leg rocking while singing “All Shook Up”

There, I relapsed into making a list again But unfortunately, I couldn’t find five more good reasons. So let me keep it at that.