One Of Those Annoyingly Chipper Blog Posts

Hehehehehe I'm so happy today. Annoyingly chipper. Everyone on MSN is asking me why and honestly? I don't know.

 

But who cares? A happy bunny is a hmm happy bunny. Lol.

 

La di da. I feel like skipping but I'm wearing heels and wearing a skirt. So I'll just mentally skip. *skip skip skip* Or should it be *hop hop hop* Hehehehe.

 

Late Night Telly

Watched Love Actually on the telly last night and the show ended only at 1.30am. I wasn't sure if I wanted to watch the show or go to bed (early morning today!) but decided to just go ahead and watch it since I've actually never caught the show, despite the numerous reruns.

 

I'm 5 years too late, but better late than never eh?

 

Anyway, by the time the show was over and I got settled into bed and all, it was really late. Almost 3am. *yawn* So now I need to find me some coffee or red bull. *yawn again*

The Weekend

I didn't do much this weekend. Had coffee with LGG on Saturday and had a really long chat about everything- our divorces, how 2008 has been for us, and how we know that 2009 will be a better year.

It's always comforting and insightful to chat with LGG about this whole experience because she understands exactly what I am going through, even though the details of our situations are obviously different.

She commented that I seem happy now. Happier than she's seen me in the past months. And I must say, I think I am. I think I have come to terms with the split, accepted what is happening, taken the necessary steps to try to move on with my life.

I've been trying to focus on the positive things in my life, surrounding myself with family and friends who care for me. Keeping myself busy. Thinking happy thoughts.

Of course I have my moments, moments where I feel guilty. Does moving on so quickly mean that my marriage wasn't all that important to me? How can I be happy when I don't even know whether my ex-spouse is doing well? Does moving on mean that I am cold and heartless?

*shrugs*

I just have to remind myself that I did try my best, I did want my marriage to work, but it takes two hands to clap. Plus, there are just too many things that are not within our control. I don't have much regrets, and I just have to try not to think so much about the past.

Anyway, spent the rest of the day watching the Secret Diary of a Call Girl which is based on the blogs of an anonymous London call girl, Belle de Jour. I remember reading the blog for a bit last time, but never really followed it closely.

The TV series was so interesting, it kept me up all Saturday night. Which meant I spent all of today sleeping, haha.

Oh well. There you go, my weekend.

This Is What I Chat About

Advocaat says:
have, not has

bon's brains has returned! says:
i guess they havent

Advocaat says:
haha sorry to be the bearer of bad news

bon's brains have returned! partially. says:
LOL

Things I Need To Do

Stop punishing myself by wearing closed toe heels! Ugh. There is a reason why I never wore them last time, and even though Peter Ishkhans from the Style Network channel says that "comfort is not a style", comfort is still way better than pain.

 

*sob*

 

Yeah, I know I don't have any blisters but the crampy toes suck. As LGG happily told me when I asked her if I'll ever get used to this, our nerves will eventually die and we won't feel anything in our feet anymore. But of course, she's had over a decade headstart from me.

 

Dammit.

Bunny's Tip Of The Day

I wore a new pair of closed toe heels yesterday and was so worried that my feet would end up dotted with blisters by the end of the day. To do my best to prevent that from happening, I called upon the collective wisdom of all my heel-wearing girlfriends, my mom and the internet and came up with a plan of attack.

 

1. Wax the inside of the shoe. Mom grabbed a candle and one of my new shoes and rubbed the candle along the edge of the shoes (the parts which are most likely to cause blisters). I guess the general idea is to smoothen out any rough areas and reduce friction between the shoe and the delicate skin of your feet.

 

2. Break the shoe in at home. Put on my shoes the day before and pranced about the house in them. Ok, actually I just wore the heels and sat on the couch watching TV but I was curling my feet in an attempt to simulate walking so that the shoe would stretch some.

 

3. Use an anti blister stick. They're a tad pricy though, I think $12 for a small tube that will probably last the week. What you do is rub the anti blister stick on your feet (not on the shoes!) on the places that you think you might get a blister. It supposedly moisturises your feet as it protects, creating a layer in between the feet and the shoes to reduce friction. Of course, I had to reapply it a couple of times throughout the day as it begins to wear out.

 

The verdict? Number of blisters at the end of the day: half. I spotted one almost forming and managed to avoid making it "full blown" by slapping on more anti blister. Unfortunately, the wide feet were so unused to being in cramped closed toe shoes and walking around for hours didn't help much.

 

There were other suggestions on how to prevent having blisters, such as using a plaster on places you think you're going to get a blaster and also using some of those gel sticker things on your shoe. At the end of the day, all you want to do is reduce the amount of friction between the shoe and your feet and the chances of getting a blister will diminish.

I Cannot Stay Awake The Entire Day Without Help

I was going to brag about how I managed to last the ENTIRE day without having any coffee, and then I realised that actually, I did have a cup of kopi at abt 9.30am and lots of green tea (maybe 5 or 6 cups?) during lunch.

No wonder I managed to stay awake the whole day. Hehehehe.

Anyway, ran into Huda at Cathay in the evening and had a quick little chat with her. Seems like things in her workplace is really, really messy now. Spoke to her about some of mutual friends we have (her colleagues) and seems like everyone isn't very happy now. Sucks.

Oh well, tough times.