Classé dans : 1
Really, this is Natalie blogging.
I’ve been rather happy here in Maryland, not surprisingly. Everyday I wake up delightfully next to the one person in the world I that has the power to make me swoon in sheer happiness. For the rest of the preceding days , I oscillate between etsy, homework and fantasizing about not going back to Singapore, which sadly remains the emblem of my disappointment. In spite of my misgivings, I’ve come to appreciate and love Maryland. But for all its shortcomings, I gladly look over all of them because when I am here, nothing can overshadow the happiness of being with Patrick. Happiness is truly, the desire for repetition : every morning I wake up to soft kisses on my face delivered by the gentle lover. I respond with half closed eyes and a full smile, my toes feeling the soft linen beneath me. Insulated by the darkness, that precious moment between being and oblivion is immortalized.
Here in Maryland, everything old is preserved with the touching memory of the past never forgotten. New malls proclaiming civility and civilization are built over a span of a year, slowly and painstakingly under the warm summer sun. Then fall comes, the leaves green with a shadow of orange hue, and the night air crisp with the cold air of wintry frost. We huddle together on the couch infront of the TV, under a fur blanket, thankful for each other and a warm home.
Autumn, is the season for nostalgia where happy faces are illuminated with the fading lights of summertime .
Hello world.
The hubby and I spent the whole of yesterday together just chilling. We went to ft. meade to get him a hair cut at the barber and to grocery shop some for ingredients to make stuffed shells. That was our dinner that night, yummm. I helped to stuff the shells with cooked frozen spinach mixed into milk, cooked bacon and an assortment of various fillings. We bummed around and watch So You Think You Can Dance for a while with Diana before making dinner together.
As we drove to the base in the car yesterday, the really catchy tune of an oldie came on air.Patrick started singing to it but stopped and giggling, I implored to continue. Blue skies, chilly wind and the opened top of his mini, I was unyieldingly happy and at peace with the world.
Only being with him can make me feel this way.
Classé dans : Life
I’ll be flying back in Maryland this Saturday through to October 8th to be with my hubby. Everyone have a great vacation.
I absolutely hate it here in NUS. I’ve done enough group bitching today about the crappy grading system and the didactic teaching to ramble on again here.
So instead, I will count my blessings instead. I am thankful for my family — my parents who work so hard for their kids , a comfortable roof over my head, warm food to eat every dinner and an awesome family. I am grateful for the opportunity to love an amazing person like Patrick who makes me even more fortunate by loving me in spite of the sonofabitch distance 
I love you baby.
And thirdly, for being in the USP. School would have not make sense if not for the people and the classes I’ve met and taken. Thank you to each and every precious one of you that I see around cbox, that has taught me a module, everyone is awesome in their own right
On tuesday, my lovely red tensha beads got featured in the etsy treasury:
And today, my favorite tourmaline chips and silver wing charm were featured in someone elses’ treasury again! I’m running a row, hurrah!
It’s so awesome to come home to great news like this. I miss you hubby, I wish you were here for me to give you celebratory hugs
Classé dans : Non classé
I’ve been so busy lately with school, and business. It’s funny how things can turn out sometimes. The beginning of last week was pretty crappy ; my depression fueled by the lack of business on all 3 of my stores and the impending stress of school. The mighty weight of life threatened to crash upon me, so frail from lack of sleep. I did not take comfort that I had been reduced to the Aristotelian notion of a Mechanical Animal or a Slave, whose labor and work consumed him leaving no desire to pursue leisure or fun. As it is with most things, the shroud of melancholia left sapping whatever energy from me. It was as if I cried myself into emotional emptiness — a landscape so bleak that I was in the monochrome of routine for days after.
On tuesday, sales started to pick up. Fast, without warning I had a steady ricochet of orders that escalated to a peak of 6 purchases on Friday from my supplies store, 2 earrings sold on my jewelry etsy store and a necklace ordered from chic.chinoiserie. After getting home from shopping with Lynette and splurging quite a bit on a cute dress I’ve been eyeing, this influx of money was pleasing. I spent half of saturday shopping for more beads because my store was running low on supplies, the rest of that day working on the earrings. The rest of that evening was spent poring over picasa doing photo edits armed with my camera. I was riding on the cloud of invincibility.
Sunday was spent hunched over my laptop in mock diligence for a presentation due wednesday and a report due monday ( I would later find out that this was to be postponed to the following sunday, hardwork is never rewarded) . This all was done while suppressing the urge to bolt and to get a massage instead. I need a good rub down right now, happy ending not withstanding.
I dived headfirst into the rainy blues of Monday, deliberately tousled hair and extra make up to mask the pale face of insomnia. Complete with an optometric virus brewing in the spiderweb of red and jaundiced yellow. I had the honor of Machiavelli this morning on the rickety bus and I revisited his book after 3 years of page yellowing.
It was well worth it, this effort despite the brevity. Because my fatigue mind, running high on whatever adrenaline left, was able to decipher the convoluted meanderings of a politician embittered by statecrafts. My interpretation of book 5 and 6 respectively, drawing a cogent parallel between two truths only met with recondite reasonings. And the professor agreed as well, that scholars had been debating over my point. Putterman isn’t one who dishes out praises much, so the fact that I got a reluctant smile, an impressed arched eyebrow and ” wow, you sure are a sharp reader!” mean that much to me.
Resolutions pour la nouvelle annee jour.
I’m trying to lead Aristotle’s Good Life. Everyday, I will find time for play ( talking to patrick ) and work ( duh ) as well as leisure ( philosophizing ).I’m not a slave, capable of reason but incapable of initiating one. Neither am I a hedonistic degenerate who is capable of doing everything but work.
My United Mileage Plus card finally arrived today after a couple months of no-show. Even I forgot all about it until recently when hubby brought up the issue of purchasing tickets to fly back. On tuesday, while sitting at an obscure cafe nestled in the bosom of Takashimaya’s twin towers with the aroma of cappucino and bacon tantalizing my sense, I decided that I am going to be a lifelong United flyer. Somy mileage plus card comes in a timely fashion. Least expected but most needed. Right now, I’ve got 20,851 miles on my card. Accordingly, I can upgrade to business class for 15,000 miles for my next trip, any leg. I’m practical so I will choose the longest leg which would be 8000 miles from LAX to NRT. An 11 hour flight. Ahhh..Finally,a plane ride I look forward to 
But wait, here’s the best part.
If I travel within the next 3 months ( which I will obviously ), I am eligible to double up my miles 
YAY! That’s 20,851 x 2 miles for the next trip. Add my existing 20,851 miles and i will have…. *grabs the calculator*
A whopping 62,553 miles.
I need 60,000 miles to qualify for a free trip to the US, which I will use for next summer to visit the hubby so he doesn’t have to pay. Or if he insists on paying, he can and I will use the miles to fly up to Paris to visit Bern (:
Wow this really made my day!
British Airways is the worse anyone can fly, according to michelle 1 out of 3 baggage disappear. Northwest has crampy leg room and is expensive for the same level of service that United can provide at a much better rate.
Today, I sat in the subway and tried to imagine a life without Patrick.
Every morning, I will get up at 0700 instead of 0800, do the routine of brushing my teeth, muck around online for a bit before realizing that time is running out and shower, panic. Transformed into the whirl of inconsequential and mindless deeds.
time.is.slipping.away.
Run. Catch that fastest train, sit in a trance and deliberate over my life in the backdrop of repetitive music………………
I can’t imagine life without him, the monotony. The blend and blur of everything passing by so uneventfully. The idle wait for an empty weekend. The absurdity of a lonely life, lacking the renewal that is associated with love. I would have nothing tangible to grasp on to, a blank landscape of the future reflecting the milieu of emptiness. I would not be less miserable for we cannot miss what we never had. I’d just lack a better life.
With just a smile, my heart flutters and soars into happy oblivion. I love you, Patrick.
♥♥♥
Classé dans : Non classé
I made the mistake of going on ebay today and paid my dues in spending hours browsing. After watching several items, I actually won a bid for this really sweet deal of a COACH black leather purse that would cost me a price I was most willing to deal out. Unfortunately, the seller in her medieval trading system, refuses to accept paypal. That, I think is quite absurd because hello we’re in the 21st century where money is more liquid through bonds, bank brokerages and PAYPAL.
C’est la vie. C’est la coach, I’ve set my sights on this other pink COACH monogrammed purse that is about the same price as well, shipping included. One worrying issue is that the seller is fairly new and has like 1 feedback, albeit positive. Here’s the picture:
-Insert lovelorn sigh-
This is a justified purchase because I need a new purse.
Before that, I was obsessing over tokidoki as usual. Been like this for a couple of months now and being the largely impractical female, I’ve decided to purchase a gioco bianco because last weekend when I was at Lesportsac DFS, I saw it and was lovestruck:
I am such a TD whore.
White bags get dirty though so I’m gonna stick around and keep watching the L’amore Bella collection which I LOVE! The zip puller is gold and I have a thin for those because it’s an indication of limited edition bags. Click to enlarge and see it’s beauty.
Becca should buy her COACH stuff from ebay because it’s cheaper than Ft Meade’s exchange. My obsession is justified because unlike LV and other ugly overpriced nonsense, TD and my pink COACH wallet are beautiful and really, who can argue against spending money on aesthetics? Juicy Couture is for trashy teenage girls with no taste wendy cheng likes it go figure. Not to sound like an arrogant prick or anything but JC is pretty cheap.
hurhur
