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Fixture Fixating

March 9, 2010 - 2:50 am No Comments

I like lamps. I like the way they light up rooms subtly. I like how they take square living space from drab to inviting. If I have tons of money to play with, I’d get us Dolan Designs lamps.

This one will go in the dining room.

And, these will be for the hallway.

Don’t these lamps look pretty? The husband thinks there’s something freaky with how obsessed I am over lighting. I don’t just collect lamps; I collect candles, too. However, I do not collect Dolans. I can’t even if I want to because these babies, while pretty, are far too pricey to be part of the usual knick-knacks I surround myself. But I can sigh over them here, can’t I? Annnnd that is precisely what I will do today, trawl online showrooms and sigh over pretty little things, and hope to God I don’t talk myself into whipping out the credit card and banging it up real good.

High Time

February 21, 2010 - 1:27 am 1 Comment

I think it’s high time I admit I know nothing about

- buying furniture. I don’t know how to tell which ones are durable; I just point to the cute ones.

- how the stock market works. Everything frazzles me, starting with the terminology.

- hotwiring cars or picking locks, but I’d like to learn both just in case I may someday end up leading a life of crime.

- back acne treatment. But no, I don’t have acne on my back or anywhere else for that matter. I just think it would be cool to be a master on anything and everything.

- cooking, but I feel a strong affinity towards beef, salt, and lemon.

- photography. What I know about cameras and picture-taking can be summed up in one word: smile.

I, Fatso

February 21, 2010 - 1:23 am 1 Comment

Do you think you’re too fat? I do. Everyone tells me it’s all in my head, that I’m not fat at all. But this is not true.

I am fat. I know how much I weigh, I know how much I wished I weigh. We’ve a weighing scale near the kitchen, and I weigh myself after mealtimes because yes, I’m masochistic like that.

I don’t know what it is with girls and weight but I keep obsessing about mine. Also, I keep thinking I should keep a stack of weight loss supplements around so I don’t grow to blimp size like I once did. It doesn’t help that I have the appetite of a construction worker, and that I am almost always munching on something. I munch before breakfast; I munch before lunch; I munch in the afternoons while I play with the kids. I’m a muncher extraordinaire. It doesn’t show on my face but it shows in my belly, where it hurts the most. So yes, I eat and eat and then I lament how fat I’ve become. I do not see this changing any time soon, however. I know I can change things – go to the gym, watch what I eat, and all that jazz – but I haven’t done it and I don’t think I will anytime soon. It’s too tough. Just thinking about exercise wears me out. I’m blabbering. I’ll go nap now. Bye.