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Monday, June 08, 2009

My Hubby the Shopper, I'd Never have Guessed

Look at this beautiful pashmina, 70% cashmere and 30% silk, with butterfly motifs and sassy tassels:

My hubby bought this for me :)

He told me: I walked down the streets of Ubud in Bali and went into 10 boutiques before I found this one.

10 boutiques. I'd have given up after 7.

But nope, the hubby was persistent. He had to find his wifey the perfect take-home gift. So he trudged on and finally found one he thought I'ld really like.

:D I really do love it.

It feels so warm and so delicious, my perfect shawl for springtime!



I have to shamefully confess, that when the hubs said he brought me a gift from Bali, I thought he had gotten me one of those touristy t-shirts the locals peddle on the beach. I was so prepared to feign total happiness over a touristy t-shirt when he whips it out.

Instead, when we were home, he got his backpack, unzips it and takes a little paper package out, carefully unwraps the paper, and unfurls the shawl in his palms. And he gently presents it to me, like a beautiful shawl ought to be.

I was quite honestly breath-taken. I hadn't expected that at all.

My hubs is the most wonderful person in the world.



And yes I know.

SHAME. Shame on me for being so small-minded. :p


Thursday, June 04, 2009

Caffeine Hungover

I hadn't been sleeping well the past week, and for the last 2 days, I had sat in Starbucks cramming for my final paper.

Ooooh, I am so not a coffee drinker. The last coffee I had was probably in junior college that kept me buzzing til 3 in the morning. I was literally skipping home from school.

From desperation to keep awake in the middle of the day, and with some incomprehensible fuzzy logic, I convinced myself that some caffeine wouldn't hurt, and that ice blended COFFEE WITH Chocolate Chips didn't have half as much caffeine in it. And Grande it was too. Twice.

By evening, my legs had mischievously acquired a whole psychotic life of their own, shakin' up a diabolical storm under the table.

I went to bed with my mind still racing and whirling.

Well I woke at 6 this morning, biked to school and finished the paper, came home and collapsed into bed and crashed for a couple of hours.

I finally woke, started getting up and felt like my head just got encased in a too-small cement block.

I fell back on the pillow and spouted some profanity into the dark.

When I finally managed to roll off the bed, I downed a liter of water. I'm not sure that was a remedy for hangovers of any sort, but I was thirsty.

And since, I've been sitting on this couch, balancing that cement helmet on my head and visualizing my brain liquidifying into murky substance (*play Space Odyssey music*).

If this is as hungover as I'll ever get, it's not so bad, but I think I'll just stick to Milo next time.