Searching for the perfect pair

Finally the search has ended! I found the pair of jeans I wanted where else, but Sacoor Brothers. I usually have problems finding the perfect pair. It's always the wrong shade, wrong cut, wrong price... Thank God I came across this pair from SB. Ok maybe it prolly isn't the most perfect (my definition of perfect it makes my legs look super awesome, which in this case I don't really think so).

 



See, it was made Just for Me!

Love the little pocket detail.

I had it altered, took about two weeks to actually get it. Well technically only one week, but after the first alteration it was still a bit long. So when I picked it up, as usual I pick something else along...

I couldn't resist... so I got one for me and the other for the bf. On the way out I was attracted to one of the t-shirts which I believe was new, but I'll check it out some other time...

Do you have trouble finding a good pair of jeans too?

Wearing Randall While Getting Another Randall

Hehe. Yep, you've guessed correctly. I got myself the off-white version of Randall.

Whilst in the fitting room. That's White Randall sitting on the bench.
Top - Yacht 21, Cardigan - MNG (old), Pants - BCBG, Bag - LV Lockit, Necklaces - Diva, Shoes - Manolo Blahnik

I still feel like the pants was altered a little too short but maybe I'm just being paranoid. As I was going to my car to go back to the other office, it started raining and I parked my car at the end. Naturally, women would usually protect their expensive shoes and bags rather than themselves - i.e. cover the bag! not your head! Fortunately the bag was from a waterproof material so I didn't have to go out of style walking while covering my bag instead of my head. Unfortunately, I had to save the shoes and even if I used an umbrella, it'll get wet as the wind was blowing quite strongly. Did I take of my shoes? Yes. Did I walk barefoot? No.

 

I had my safety shoes replaced today so I changed from 4" heels to these steel-toed shoes. I looked odd, but oh well, better than me weeping over the damaged heels.

What about you? Are you the type who would save your bag and let yourself get wet or would you use your bag as shelter?

Always do everything in style...

...except when you have a swollen jaw, your boyfriend's too busy (and lazy) to meet you at your place, so you end up drive all the way somewhere near his place for breakfast, right after you went to the market to buy chicken and beef.

So after my morning prayers, I went to the market to replenish the stock in the freezer. Mind you it's a wet market and I'm a firm believer that you should dress to blend in with the crowd... so obviously I dressed no different than a makcik jual sayur dan tempe. Ok, perhaps I had a bit more of a fashion sense. I had on a green tshirt (that had embellishments) under a black cardi, with jeans and a matching green tudung malas and nice-looking flip flops.

Went home, stuffed the groceries into the fridge and changed to a cleaner pair of jeans and my Ipanema slippers and drove to Taman Desa. We had breakfast at Desa Kopitiam since I wasn't sure if Ficelle Boulangerie was halal or not. (p/s: the definition of halal is not limited to "no pork no lard")

 

Bad enough I was dressed like a makcik (mainly coz I wasn't really in the mood plus I wasn't planning on going anywhere after that...), I looked like a greedy makcik, after eating my half-boiled eggs and toast, I started picking on the bf's fish head noodle soup. Hahah. Partly coz I was bored while waiting for him, partly I wanted to drown the taste of the coffee, and also I was looking for the pickled veges. Then I drank the (very little left) balance of his cincau drink. Heheh.

Nothing like good old toast and half boiled eggs with coffee!

I don't know what spooked me that I was quite determined to go to MO Outlet at Lakefields, so naturally, I dragged the bf along (although it wasn't very forceful, I just asked he said ok). Yes, I went there looking shabby. Did I really care? Nope. (I swear this swollen jaw has given me some attitude yo!) 

Two items caught my eye, one is the Farah Khan top I purchased and the other a Treesje clutch which I almost but didn't buy.

Nicely packed :)

Check out the embellishments!

One side of the label came off, so I decided to just snip the whole thing off..

I'm still considering the clutch, but my sister's also interested in it so I'll prolly just wait for her to get it and borrow it! Hehehe.

Well that concludes the outing for today. Thanks for reading!

Not for the Faint Hearted

Now I know why people are always afraid to go to the dentist. The light shining above your face, the doctor staring right into your mouth with all his gadgets...

 

Wisdom tooth extraction is not meant for the faint-hearted. Unless of course, you go under GA and get completely knocked out. If not, you'll hear the dentist saying things like "Get the drill ready", "This is going to hurt", "I've slit your gum, cut the bone now I'm gonna drill to split your tooth..." and not to forget the sound of the drill blaring at your ears. Also you won't need to see the doc and his nurse twiddling thumbs and tapping feet (ok, so they didn't exactly do that but you could see they were just waiting around...) while waiting for the anaesthesia to numb up my mouth.

 

I chose to have local anaesthesia since it was cheaper and faster so yes, the above was speaking from experience. Luckily I still have high threshold for pain and not easily scared of needles and drills so I managed to pull through. It did really hurt when he injected my palette, but the good thing about my doc is that he tells you what he's about to do and what you'll feel so you can sorta expect the pain coming.

 

I had my left wisdom tooth extracted (surgically removed yo!) as it was horizontal and came out of the gum halfway. There was a gap between that tooth and the one before it so if food got stuck in it, there'd be an infection. It took 3 dentists (excluding the one who actually did it) to tell me to remove it. Haha. My doc did tell me to remove the one above it too since it doesn't really have a partner to grip and ends up biting my cheek instead. That was the one where I had to numb up the palette too. It was fairly easy to pull that out although the skinny doc looked as though he was doing kung fu with my tooth. I must say, Dr Syed Nabil was good. If I need another tooth extracted I'd go look for him again.

 

The anaesthesia was wearing off, I changed multiple gauzes since they were soiled with blood quickly and because I had to wait for my dad who also had some other dental appointment (which took foreverrrr), I was getting cranky by the minute. When I went to the washroom to change my gauze for the first time, they had only 3 sinks and all three were occupied by an amoi each who were adjusting their hair! (think they were the dental faculty students) I wanted to bitchslap all three as I was in pain and my mouth was covered in blood, but apparently their hair was more important. Part of me wanted to take a photo since it was an unbelievable situation (to me at least). But in the end I just stared at one of the girl till she realised I had more important things to do than fixing the hair. The second time around, this old aunty started talking to me. I was like "Uh-uh, yea, uh-huh..." in my head I was going "Dammit aunty, can't you see I'm gargling and blood is coming out???"

 

Yes, I was getting really cranky. I got home, grabbed the icepack (which smelt like fish) and sulked in bed, Whatsapping Bob and Alia who had their wisdom tooth extracted too. When I felt slightly better I went to get a plate of porridge (yes, deep plate not bowl) that my mom made for me. I had to water it down with soup as I couldn't really eat and could only swallow it. I soon fell asleep and woke up to pray. I realised I drooled some blood-mixed saliva onto my pillow. Sigh. Bob told me he did that too. Haha.

 

Now I'm feeling slightly better, it's still bleeding but lesser than before. I can eat slightly more but it's still hard to just chew one side. I'm trying to see the brighter side of the world, if it's difficult to eat, then maybe I can shed some weight! (Yeah sure...)

 

Well I think that's enough disgusting details for now. Have you had your wisdom tooth taken out? If no, I hope you don't have to :)

I Have Fins!

No, I did not grow them, of course I purchased them... or I'd be making headlines right now.

 

Quickly rushed to the NAUI Asia Pacific office/dive store right after the clock struck 5PM as they close at 5.30PM. Got meself a pair of booties and fins. I wanted to get the booties that go above the ankle but they didn't have it my size so I went for the ankle ones instead.

 

As usual, when excited to buy something at the store, I don't research it or think too much just give them my credit card and walk away with the item only to think "Hmmm... Maybe I should've checked out if it's ok or not...". Especially when it looks good.

 

I couldn't help it this time, I did think of just buying the booties only and use the fins at the dive shops when I go diving, but they shoved me the fins to try with the booties and then they showed me this.....

 

My Tusa Imprex Tri-Ex Fins and Oceanic booties

What's so attractive about it? It matches my mask of course! Heheh. (Yes, I'm quite shallow)

 

The shop owner said, fins don't really matter it's you legs that really count... not sure if that was true or it was a cheap marketing strategy. Whatever it is, I fell for it. So I ended up buying it, of course after shamelessly asking for a discount left, right and center. I also bought a defogging liquid for the mask. An expensive one. Hope it works. If not, lesson learnt. An expensive lesson learnt.

 

I can't wait to use them, I hope they're good! Thank God we're flying MAS so I can bring them to Phuket without extra fee! Or at least I think so. Well, I don't think my luggage would reach 20kg anyway. Or would it? Hmm...

 

Please don't tell me (or at least let me know in the utmost gentle way) that I made a wrong choice in purchasing fins. Heheh.