Stalking pays

Remember my ULTIMATE FRENEMY from highschool? Yeah, that bitch. She's back from Europe to visit her family and she gave me a call asking if I wanna meet up this Friday.



See, normally I would have told her no on accounts that I hate her and that if she were caught in a burning building, instead of calling the fire brigade I will pull up a chair, and have popcorn as I watch the building burn down and cackles everytime I hear her screams from within. My hate have no boundaries. For the record, the Constantly Dramatic One is not nice. Just so you know.



But the thing is.........I have been stalking her blog now for awhile. And I know for a fact that she is having a shitty time in Europe. She only have one friend. She's bored there. She always blog about how lonely she is. And that she thinks her life is going nowhere. All these dreadful entries..... This is for all those years you fuck around with people lives back in highschool woman. Karma is indeed a bitch ain't it?



So I'm eager to see if she was just as pretentious and desperate for attention as she was back in the day. I wanna meet her so that she could lie to me about how great her life is when for a fact I know she doesn't have one. I want her to speak with a European accent when I know she blogs about how European people cannot understand her when she speaks. I wanna hear about all the places she visited in Europe, when she blogs about how she is always stuck in the house. I wanna hear all that. I won't call out on her lies. I will be sarcastic.

Then I will meet up with my friends from highschool who hate her equally and have new stuff to bitch about.Because that's how we roll.



I do know however that she went to Kanye West's concert. She had like 3 massive entries about that. Bet bitch gonna talk about that. No matter, I can just say that I think Kanye is an asshole and that people who listens to hiphop are very sad. It's sad because there is no depth in those music and its utterly shameful that women are into it as well. All these songs ever do is objectifiying women. Strip them out of their rights as human beings and label women as mere sex objects. And then I will look condescendingly at her while I sip my cafe' latte. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!



She of course doesn't need to know how I sing and dance to Flo Rida's Low and how my friends and I sing This Is Why I'm Hot everytime we karaoke. She also doesn't need to know that I still sleep with stuff toys. I'm supposed to be more matured and worldly then her people. Work with me.



Also need to look super cute this Friday. It's imperative that I look cuter than her.



Must. Look. Super. Cute.



Shit, I cannot buy any new outfits. It had been 2 months and 9 days now since I last shopped. Promised the Parental Units not to shop till June. Fuck. This is bad. I have to wear the clothes I already have, accessorize to glam it up. What to wear? What to wear? A LBD is pushing it. We're meeting for coffee people. Damn, what to wear? What to wear? This is crucial. I will put on some outfits, take pictures and let my Style Counsellors decide. And when I say Style Counsellors I mean 3kc and Cheesecakeerian. And maybe Tinesh coz he's a girl too.


And maybe I should stop at Benefit's counter for a makeover....Meet up with her with 3 inch of makeup on my face. AHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAH! Okay, that's truly pushing it. But whatever it is: MUST. LOOK. CUTE.

Cuter than that bitch anyways...

Update

Ultimate Frenemy texted me saying she might not be able to make it. What the fuck??????????????? This is bullshit.

They told me to go to Rehab, I say Oh Crap

Damn. Today marked a month since I stopped shopping. This is simply amazing. I don’t think there ever existed a time when I actually went this long without shopping. It’s like being in rehab, but for shopping.

It feels....different.

I have been sooo good. Okay to say that I did not buy anything is well, bullshit. Self control escaped me on two occasions. Once was when I was in MPH getting a 2008 organizer and suddenly out of nowhere a book jumped into my hand and demanded that I take it home. I didn’t want to, but it gave me this infuriating little smile that irritates me so I got it just to get even. This is a true story. I sooooo did not made this story up to justify my impulse buy of a book that I have yet to read. Seriously.

The second time I was out and about and I forgot to bring my lip balm. My lips felt so dry so I had to get myself a new lip balm to rescue my dry lips in our Malaysian weather. At that point my lips also felt that it wanted to look pretty so uuuhhh.....well uuhhh....well lets just say my new lip balm went home with "friends". Juicy, luxurious ones.

But damn people, you have got to give me credit here. Its been a month since I bought any new clothes. Nothing. Not even when I see there 10% - 70% off in Forever 21. Nope. Not when I see "Members Only" sale in Dorothy Perkins. Not when I see 40% this glorious jeans that make my ass look divine in Mark & Spencer. And most especially not when I see 40% off this super sexy red sling backs from Shoes Shoes Shoes. No. I did not buy any. I just went to the nearest Chili's and do some crazy ass emotional eating but I did not shop.

Self control, I has them.




So now I have five more months to go until I redeem myself of all the stuff I bought in both Chicago and China. Right. Five months. Five more months till new shoes. Five months of not being able to keep up with the trends. Right. Five months......I will survive. I am strong. It’s all about self control. Right?

Right, definitely.

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Motherfucker. Where's the nearest Chili’s?

Shopaholism is NOT fabulous

The Constantly Dramatic One might be having a bit of a problem.

I think I'm shopaholic. Its no laughing matter. Compulsive shopping is like gambling addiction.

I went to the mall the other day with my mother coz she wanted to get the groceries. I came back with two pairs of brand new shoes. I don't need them, its just that they were 40% off and I figure "Why not?". 40% off after all. Seems like a good idea at that point.

When I got home, I realise I don't even like them that much. They're not that pretty. What was I thinking? I wasn't. All I know is that its such a rush to buy new things.

Its not the first time this happened.

It happened lots of time before. Me buying things I don't need or even particularly like "Just because". Its such a rush and when I get home, I kick myself for making unnecessary purchases. There are clothes in my closet that still have tags on. I bought them because they look great on me but frankly I don't have anywhere to go with such fancy clothes. There are boxes of shoes under my bed, unopened and unworn. I bought them because in the store they do look good but its such a bitch to walk in them and yet I still buy them.

Its not just clothes. Its other things too.

Books, I buy books. Sooooo many books. If its a series then I make it a point to but the whole damn series in one go. Then I put in my closet thinking to myself that I'll read them but I won't. "I don't have time." But yet when some new hot title comes out I still get them. And after purchased there they lie, on the floor of my closet. Unread, gathering dust. Some of them still have the plastic wrapping on. To date I think I have 30 something books unread, unopened and gathering dust in my closet. And oh did I mentioned I bought yet another book along with the shoes? Most probably not gonna read that either.

"No time".
Bullshit.

Fuck. If this goes on...the Constantly Dramatic One is definitely destined for bankruptcy.

Check out what I found online:

Take this Quiz: Are you a compulsive shopper?
True or False? Evaluate the following statements:

1. When I am feeling depressed, I usually go shopping.

No. I go the the movies alone.

2. I spend a lot of money that I do not have on things that I do not need.
We covered this.

3. I get a rush when I make a purchase, but I “crash” soon afterward.
Yes.

4. I have closets full of clothes that I have never worn, and countless gadgets that I have never used.

Not gadgets, but books.

5. I often feel reckless and out of control when I shop.
Frequently.

6. I lie to my friends and family about how much money I spend.
Just family, not friends.

7. Even though I feel very distraught about my debt, I still shop.
Yes.

8. I feel emotionally upset and disturbed by my own shopping habits.
Like hello?

9. After a big shopping trip, I sometimes feel disoriented and depressed.
Yes.

10. My shopping has caused problems in my personal relationships in one way or another.
No. Not yet anyways but its going there.

Did you answer “True” for four or more of the above statements? If so, it is possible that you have a real problem with compulsive shopping.

....................its time to get some help.

A little self control would be helpful too.

Day in Stupidity

The Constantly Dramatic One was stalked today.


By a bunch of stupid fucks.

It started out like this. I went out to buy material for my sister's upcoming wedding. The theme is blue therefore the whole family is wearing blue. I only have one outfit in blue and like hell I am gonna repeat outfits for my sister's wedding.

So today I went to Gulati's Silk House, a famous cloth retail over here to find material to be turn into a kebaya. Its in the Malay culture, and every other culture I think, to wear our traditional clothes during big occasions such as weddings. When I was entering the store, there was a group of four guys, in their twenties hanging about near the store but I couldn't really give a damn.


I am after all a woman on a mission.



I think I spent over an hour in the store looking over the most beautiful material that would look good on

a) moi,
b) would still look good when turned into a kebaya,
c) within the budget or my dad will turn homicidal.



Finally the Constantly Dramatic One settled on this gorgeous blue material, its glorious. It turned greenish when the light hits it and shiny and soooo pretty. 100% Korean silk so you know its comfy as hell. And best part is, its only within the budget because there is a 40% discount. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I'm gonna wear that and feel...luxurious.


So after keeping the shop assistants busy for over an hour and damn happy with my selection I decided to do some window shopping. The four guys that was hanging about was still there when I left Gulati's. Its when I was browsing books at MPH that I noticed that there were two of the guys in the bookstore with me. There was nothing peculiar over two guys browsing for books. What's peculiar was that they were in front of the section where they were selling historical romance novels. And when I was looking, they both were sooooo into searching for a book.



Okay, two gay dudes who probably enjoy reading historical romance to each other and anal sex.

Yeah, okay. I'm down with that.



Then I left and check out jewelery boxes In Living Quarters and the two guys are still there. This time looking at vases. Glass vases with intricate flowery designs.



Okay, so on top of reading historical romance to each other and anal sex, they probably also playing house together.

Yeah, okay. I'm down with that.



Then it all finally clicks when the Constantly Dramatic One's was in Watson's looking at sanitary pads and guess who were looking at pads too? Uh huh....yeah. Doesn't seem so gay now and I feel stupid as fuck. Then one of the guys smiled at me and asked what my name is. That's right huney, make your move by the sanitary pads. In a drugstore.



Classy.



I smiled to be polite and then walked away. They followed me around and then tried to made contact by sanitary pads. Like hello? I don't come near at all to being as hot as Scarlett Johansson or ever been the pretties girl in the room but I do need someone with a minute level of brain functionality. Clearly they don't have this. Plus, they were rempits. I won't go near a rempit even with a 40 feet pole.

So that concludes the Constantly Dramatic One's day in stupidity. Wasn't the first time I was stalked by rempits though. Rempits like to stalk women apparently. God...when is there going to be a law that legalize people to shoot rempits on sight? Oh wait was that too harsh?

Its supposed to be.

Of working part time...

The Parental Unit told me that thanks to my.......excessive spending while in Chicago and then China, the Constantly Dramatic One is hereby banned from shopping till the middle of the year. No shit man. They actually used the word "banned". Very amusing.



So now since my life line is being severely and unjustly cut from me, I am searching for a part time job. Fuck this man, I need to shop. How am I gonna lead a partially happy life if I don't get to shop? I cannot I tell you. Therefore a part time job is the way to go. So this is how 2008 gonna play out:

Full time studying. Part time working. Extra time bitching.

Its a plan.