Weapon of seduction

I've been told, countless time, that my feet are small, damn tiny and amazingly petite. Given my 5 feet 4 inches height, my size 4 feet appear even smaller.

Once, when I was a uni student in Australia, I had a boyfriend, James who treated me like a princess. He wouldn't stop surprising me with dropdead sexy heels as presents. He has incredibly sexy and manly hands that I loved to slip my hand in. Up till today, I still remember how he would place the sole of my foot on his palm and marvel at the sheer size of it. That was how he bought those heels. He simply measured the size of my feet with his palm.

James was the first boyfriend who told me that men will fall in love with my feet, then my hands, depending on which they noticed first. "You have the most exquisite pair of feet. Take good care of them and you'll never stop seducing men." That was the only advice he left me. He did loved my hands. In the middle of nights, he would get up and hold my hand securely in his, until sunrise. But my feet were the object of his unfailing adoration.

Now, if I wonder if I could get past the friendship stage with Mr. J, using my feet to seduce him.

Leave your man at home, please

The Mega Sale is on nationwide!

Although, Paully and I are dead broke, we got sucked into the whole Mega Sale marketing scheme. We have to spend, mah. Contribute to the country's GDP growth now that the ringgit has been unpegged. Heheh.

Last Saturday, we decided to venture to Low Yat Plaza as "Let's shop at the not-usual places" was our theme. Yes, Paully and I have a shopping theme whenever we go shopping as we want to make shopping fun.

On our normal shopping trips, Low Yat Plaza is the last place on our minds, as the place is popular and well-known for IT gadgets. However, the 2nd floor has a row of shops which sell one-off clothing items. I got to know about Low Yat Plaza when I spotted my spend-thrift cousin Suanie wearing pretty but unique tops which she bought from there.

We got some pretty good purchases from Low Yat Plaza. A pair of pretty silver Indian sandals for me. An ethnic-inspired red halter top and multi-coloured skirt from Tibet for Paully. After spending 2 hours at Low Yat Plaza, we headed to MNG at Isetan, Lot 10.

At every sale event, I always see a group of deadly bored men waiting for their girlfriends/wives outside dressing rooms. Why do their girlfriends/wives drag these poor men to go shopping is beyond me. I got annoyed with one guy who refused to budge from the clothing rack at MNG.

Hello! I want to check out clothes. Kindly, move aside. Shoo!

Really, that's why I've never agreed to Mr. J or any of my male friends to go shopping with me. Unless, they want to shop for themselves and need an honest female opinion. Then, I'd be more gladly to go shopping with them. I've accompanied men shopping for suits, ties, work-clothes and jeans. Suit shopping is the best as I see them transform instantly into dashing handsome men in suits.

Gals, men and shopping don't mix. Please don't make a human lamp-post out of your man.

My small fruity secret

Over the weekend, I took a road trip with Mr. J and his buddies to Fraser's Hill. On the way back, we decided to stop at Glenn's uncle's fruit orchard at Raub. The guys were craving for durians and I was quiet on the way to Raub as I'm a durian snob. Don't like the smell of durians, and I wouldn't, for the life of me, touch them.

There were plenty of durians, ( more like a glut!) and the guys went for them like locusts. I could only stand and watch them pig out. Glenn's uncle noticed me not partaking in the gluttony and gathered aloud that I obviously don't like durians. Not wanting to be a bad host, uncle asked if I like any other fruit.

Guava. I replied with a sigh of resignation.

Don't have that, ler.

Mangosteens? I was merely pushing my luck here.

Wait, ar. I check with my worker first.

He whipped out a Nokia phone and rang his worker and asked if they were any mangosteens.

"Iba, tolong tengok ada manggis, ar?"

Fifteen minutes later, Iba arrived on a motorcycle with a basketload of mangosteens.

I was estastic! Mangosteens!! All for me!

However, those gluttons decided to go for mangosteens, too. So, there we were, crowding around the basket of mangosteens. Quickly, I picked the small ones for myself. Sure enough, the guys took the bigger mangosteens.

Why did you choose tiny ones? -Glenn asked curiously.

Because she has tiny hands and feet -Mr. J teasingly replied.

Oh, so, I guess the size of her hands and feet are in proportion to the things she like. -one of the guys snickered.

I simply kept quiet and savoured my supersmall mangosteens. My late grandma taught me- the smaller the mangosteen, the sweeter and juicer they are. And small mangosteens hardly go bad as pests go for the bigger ones.

With a knowing smile, I watched the dungus ate their bigger but not so juicy mangosteens. I didn't asked if the mangosteens were any good, as I know they aren't that good as mine. They didn't even finish their lot of mangosteens. I devoured and finished every morsel of my supertiny mangosteens.

Sigh! Men will be men and they won't admit defeat.

Up till today, I still hadn't let on why I chose those supertiny mangosteens.

Sssh.... Don't tell the dungus. ;)

Maybe

One of my favourite place to work and to meet clients is Coffee Club Express, upstairs Kinokuniya. I like it there because it's quiet, airy and spacious. And it's the best-kept secret in KLCC.

Last week, I was all prepped for a good 3 hours of work at my favourite coffee jaunt. But I didn't do a single bloody thing. I spent the next hour or so, peering down to the kid's section and watch young mothers reading to their toddlers. Suddenly, I was hit with this huge, inexplicable maternal yearning to have one of my own. A tiny little boy/girl replica of me and my future hubby, with tiny little fists, chubby cheeks and the most adorable smile. All the longing and fantasizing eventually led to the image of Mr. J carrying a baby lovingly in his arms.

Everytime, Mr. J and I spend time together, I find myself wondering what he'd be like as a father. And we have had conversations of marriage and kids. Nothing serious. Just an easy conversation on the two topics which both of us find ourselves constantly being surrounded with. I keep seeing him as the father of my children. And I see myself having his children. I so badly wanted to tell him that. But we're still in the midst of getting to know each other and treating each other respectfully as friends.

Have I finally met the one for real?

No more black. White, please.

Work has been crazy for the past few weeks. I was sleep-deprived and zombiefied. Hence, the absence of blog entries.

My room has morphed into a mini war zone of sorts. The worst being my wardrobe- it is a mad jumble of clothes. Everytime, I need to get dressed to go out, I'd have to pull, rummage and dig into my wardrobe drawers until I find two item of clothing that goes together. And it takes me at least 20 minutes just to accomplish that task.

This afternoon, I've decided to organised the chaos state of my room. Spent a good one hour ironing clothes, folding and sorting them. Also, I've come up with a solution of having an inventory list for each drawer. In the midst of sorting the mad jumble, I discovered some pretty white long-sleeved cotton shirts which I didn't know I had.

Guess this is gonna be a white clothing phase, after wearing black all the time.

On another note. Update for anjali, littlemissdrinkalot and ditzyspice- Rob and I has decided to ease things off. He has sensed an underlying attraction between me and Mr. J. Like a good person as he is, Rob told me he'd rather see me happy with his buddy. And Mr. J has been asking me out to lunch. :D