Insomnia, like a long forgotten debt collector, has resurfaced just when it is least wanted; then again who ever wants it around? Haven’t been regularly posting due to a couple of distractions, mostly good, thus not much to bitch and whine about lately.
Had great fun at the Parkson Pavillion launch last night. Guests were let loose amongst Bettina Liano and Sass and Bides (yes someone’s finally brought them here and they are retailing at RM690) with glasses of Bollinger and plenty of goodies. Drinking and shopping? Unfortunately even though I had the intention of buying something, having a glass of alcohol in your hand proved to be a serious diversion. Maybe that’s the secret cure to shopaholicitis: alcohol. If that is true it might be cheaper to shop. What a limbo. Juicy Couture is setting up shop, as well as Marc by Marc Jacobs and a host of other first-time brands but no H&M to be seen. Aww.
Hungover as a result. Vaguely remember singing on the top of my lungs in the carpark the night before. Monroe’s version of Happy Birthday to Nik. Had a 10am meeting to battle, followed by a frantic call from mom who was trying to figure out how to view a folder of pictures on my beloved Mac that amazingly took more than 10 minutes to explain because she just wasn’t listening to me in her panicked state. Was ready to pull hair out, cept I have much less hair now, before realising I left my mobile at home. But then received email from my agents bearing good news so it has been a terribly up and down day today and now I can’t bloody sleep. I keep telling myself if I lay in bed in the dark long enough I will fall asleep but things never happen the way you want it to when you’re desperately seeking an outcome. Downloaded Scrabble onto phone so perhaps I might be able to scramble letters to sleep after this sentence.