Confession of a Shopaholic

It seems all very counter-intuitive. I have started shopping again. I used to enjoy shopping a lot when I was in college. I would shop so much that I had to roll my credit card bills from one to another (using the interest-free balance transfer offers). I would skip lunch or eat instant noodles for dinner just to save up for shopping. Strangely, when I started working at Goldman, my shopping experience soon became limited to buying only those items useful for work. Over the last decade, it seems that the more income I made, the less I shopped. Then I started wanting to shop again the minute I decided to quit my job.
After having the baby, I soon realized that I need to take advantage of my 30s (since my 20s was wasted away in looking like a mad woman with no make up and bags under my eyes working for Goldman) and what's left in my youth. I want to dress nice and look nice before I start to age more. After all, one of the things that money can't buy is youth...
With that in mind, I bought a dress last week for my best friend's wedding. I bought a jacket and a skirt last Sunday when I was just walking down Chung Hsiao E. Road in Taipei. And then, just now walking down Avenue of Americas, I decided to come home with another dress. Could this be the beginning of my shopaholic life?

Drunk and Ride

Where should I begin? The fact that my best friend whom I have known for 20 years was getting married last Sunday? Taking her out on Saturday night for partying? Or the fact I woke up in my own living room next to my pew and not remembering how I got home exactly?
It sounds crazy but I totally lost control. I was so happy to be partying with my gals with whom I have been partying since I was 16 that I completely threw my identity out the window.
Despite the fact I failed to hire any entertainment for the night, I have apparently compensated it by becoming the entertainment of the night. I took off my shoes dancing barefoot, down vodka like it was water, yelled at the taxi driver for failing to find my way home, rang the door bell at 3 am waking up my baby, left our house key outside while I slept on the couch and ... I just don't remember the rest. And honestly I don't believe that any of the above actually took place because if the night was as lively and animated as described by my dear friends, why would I not remember any of it?
Instead I suffered a pounding headache and perpetual stomachache on Sunday...

Secret

The secret was kept well! I had saved those blog entries as drafts and only published them when the news was released. But the blog kept its time stamp which was great to record my 心情。

黑白想

知道自己受肯定
是同事眼里不拾的眼泪 而非上司手中挽留的现金

脫軌的木星

Jupiter 是太陽系的第五個行星 也是最大的一個
從我五歲在幼稚園學了九大行星後, 便再也沒有怎麼關注過木星
卻沒想到 三十年後的今天 脫軌的木星 成為我的代名詞
當個行星 需要有耐心 萬年不變的軌道 只因恆星無比的引力
引力消失了 便會飄離 偏移
短暫的徜徉在宇宙之間 直到遇到下一個恆星

淡淡的三月天

还没完全接受2008年已经是过去式
马上就面临了三月到来的事实
好快呀