This carpet at home is in serious need of some vacuuming. Unfortunately, each time the vacuum cleaner is set to go about its work and made its way to this particular furry mat, this carpet will immediately thunderbolt around the apartment and then starts gallopping frantically, looking for a place to hide.
Of all the type of shopping in the whole wide world, bra shopping is just a nightmare for me. I dread having to shop for one or a few. It’s just the sheer agony of having to pick the one I like, and then having to queue and try them on one by one. (and lord knows how much time these women like to hog the fitting rooms for hours on end, just like they hog the toilet cubicles each time they have to pee). The thing with bras is that every single type and design fits you (in this case, me) differently. Every design is cut differently and therefore, the sizes might vary. What is size say B in one design or brand could be an A or C in others. Don’t ask me why, it’s just the way it is, and how I have found out while trying to look for a decent one here.
So while I’m sure that I’m such and such a size, somehow, when I shop for bras in Thailand, the sizes would throw me off balance, and very much dependent on the style and brands. Hence, there is no way of knowing if they fit well unless you try every single one of them. That’s why, for the life of me, I cannot stand shopping for brassieres. It takes hours just to find one decent fit which is:
a) one that I (or the husband) like
b) fits very well
c) and not ridiculously priced.
For me, I would try and delay to shop for one for as long as possible. I usually make sure that I invest in a few good ones that last me over several years. I don’t know how other people do it, but it really is something I have yet to find an enjoyment and patience for. Every time I know it’s a replacement time, a dark cloud seems to loom over my head…and I would reluctantly acknowledge the fact that I need one and drag my ass to the department store, hoping I don’t have to come back for several more years.
Today might be one of those days again, a constant nagging at the back of my head since last week’s aftermath. For now, I’m thinking I just might loon for a little bit more before it becomes dire.
My love for chai tea, and not being able to find them as easily in this country has caused me some serious grief. Of course, I can always make some home-made ones, and, I have made them myself on several occasions. However, I do find it tedious, especially if I have to make it quite often, just because I love it so much. Isn’t it more convenient to just get the ready- made ones from the supermarket, anyways?
My incessant gripes about not seeing my brand of chai tea on the shelves anymore each time we do our grocery shopping must have been quite an earful to Silver Bullet. He must have sensed my disappointment and on his last trip to India, he surprised me with a bagful of these:
He presented them to me, full of glee and looking so proud of himself that he found THE authentic chai tea straight from its original source! Ahhh…bless my husband and making me fall in love all over again. (On the hindsight though, I guess it’s just his way to shut me up for a while. After all, I DID let out an earful about stuff going off the shelves as soon as there’s an indication that it’s something I really like)
There and then, he then remarked that he thought it’d be a good idea that he’ll buy more on his next trip up, which happened to be just a week ago. At least, it gives us a chance to stock up a few more of those if I really do like the taste of it.
Love the taste to hell, I did; especially the Green Chai Tea. But, just as luck would have it for me, I received a call from him while he was trying to buy more of the tea. It turned out that they no longer have any Green Chai Tea on the shelves, and he just HAD to call to tell me just exactly that. Figures, right. We had a good laugh about it. As Silver Bullet puts it, my curse has indeed gone cross-borders now.
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