envy

flipping through past photo album while clearing the storeroom, and noticed how snow white had always lawfully own this flawless smooth fair skin. those ebony long natural-curled locks and lucious red, lipbalm advertisement-worthy lips are just duplicate of her biological mum. i am envious.

as i looked up into the antique dressing mirror, a paired of dull wrinkled eyes stared back at me.

I NEED BOTOX! DOUBLE DOSAGE!

hahaha!

countdown to snow white's birthday (:

found this wonderful recipe online during lunchbreak at work. ideal for snow white's 16th birthday. counting down in 2 weeks time.

i cant afford the blue-yellow dress she pointed out in the topgirl store.

this will do. hope she'll like it (:

confessions of stepmums

sounding agitated, merinda called in the morning to enquire if i was able to get staff discounts for the painkillers at my pharmacy. my first thought was she's plotting a muder on her step-daughter.
but it turned out that cinderella fell recently at a party and sprained her ankle. poor girl. worse still, she broke merinda's favourite jimmy choos (for goodness sake) and left the broken one half at the party (she could have given the shoes to me! i could get it mended!)

i promised her i'll check.afterall she's part of the 'stepmums anonymous' club in the community, a self-help group that works on peer encouragement for, who else, stepmothers.

dorothy woods, editor of Mom's Fashion magazine and stepmom of twin (hansel and gretel) is the president for this workyear. we hold monthly meetings to discuss and exchange on family/financial matters, but mostly turned out to be a gossip broadcasting centre on all othermoms in the neighbourhood. i still attend the sessions religiously(almost), i still am a believer that birds of feather flock together.

stepmums unite!

do a happy dance

hunter dropped by the pharmacy and surprised me with cheerful violets again.

i love violets.
i love purple.
i love surprises.
i love romantism.

he proposed and was rejected twice. i wasn't ready. i think snow white wasn't ready too. but i've been considering lately..
oh my dead husband, can you drop me some hint, wherever you are up there, to permit me to move on with my love life and accept , if there is a next time?

lalalalalala~

sometimes i just want to poison her with apple

urgh!!!

read title! enough said.

i live in a pigsty

did she not learn how to make her bed and clean her room? i'm so going to ground her if she doesn't startcleaning those stacked booked away from the corridor. doesn't she know she's not the only occupant in this house? i think my toenail cracked when i stumbled on them just now. [*shriek!]

%&^$@*#

pissed

urgh!
damn the wretched girl!
just gets on my nerves all the time!

she reaches out her handfor pocket money even though i just gave her $50 two days ago. just a little reminder to watch her spending habit or we'd be forced to sell this mortgage. she simply sulked and exited with a bang (from the front door), without a word of gratitude!

someone should teach her some manners!

stressed

tax, tax and more tax!

miss you

i miss you again. why is is all other widows enjoy valuable mortgage and inheriting huge amount of dispensible insurance grants in their dead husband's will, while all i got is this pathetic antique mirror desk, run-down housewith a backyard filled with full-grown weeds, and this ruthlessly unapologetic, rebellious step-daughter, who throws up sissy princess fits for no apparent reason?

here i'm stuck with this monotonous clerical at the neighbourhood pharmacy, receiving such meagre pay just enough to pay off bank loan for this 2nd hand 1975 Dodge Dart.

damn, just rmembered the deadline for submission of tax is 2 weeks later. Gigantic hole burnt in pocket. again.

my dodge dart needs a repaint