3.1.06
in my eternal naivety, i had bought myself a bottle of red nail polish from nine west for 5 bucks on new years eve, hoping to try it out sometime in the bright new year ahead...
note to self: there is a reason why you hadn't bought red polish or personally painted on a dark colour on your own nails since you were 8. it is because you can't keep painting in line. and painting your right hand, is certainly not gona be easier. after the saga with the sexy blood red polish for half an hour, i have ended up with unpainted nails except they're red at the edges were i cna't get polish off, and my hand looks a bit like i've had a big disagreement with an opened can of beetroot.
pay someone else. never do it yourself...
in other news, our apartment was graced with the presence of the first cockroach since our move in april. as it crawled somewhat slowly in from the balcony (i presumed) and towards the kitchen, my sisters freaked and gloria promptly decided that we were to throw out our pot plants as they must be the cause for the cockroach infestation in our apartment. a faint smell of baygon waffed past the balcony door. i think the cocky in front of me had been attacked by the giants below. we bagged it and sent it down the rubbish chute and wished it great future and many offspring, so long as they don't climb up to us on level too-high-up.
she was so adamant about throwing out all the pot plants before our WHOLE apartment would be filled with cockroaches. i reasoned with her for a good 15 minutes that we should have SOMETHING organic around the apartment. that cockroaches are a part of life. that they are generally taken care of by the building manager, and fumigation is covered in strata fees. all part of apartment living. and honestly...for 9 months in this apartment now, and through x'mas and new years, today was the first time we saw a cockroach in the apartment! honestly...i'd hate to see my newly planted capsicum shoots go down that chute just because we have organic items in our house.
side bar: did i tell you that new years was SO DAMN HOT that the resident earth worms from our pot plants couldn't handle it no more and crawled out of the pot in search of cooler quarters? too bad. they shrivelled up and died quite quickly coz tiles were scorching. it's sad to see worms die. we used to have a worm farm bac at home and when dad was keeping it, it was smooth as. they'd be happy and chewing away and we'd put soil into pots and onto other plants and the cycle of life was maintained. when he died and it was time to sell the place, most of the worms had...well..liquified...the worm farm was drowned from rain and neglect.
it does go to show that nature is a fragile thing. also quite vigilant in some ways...those worms (and more, i presume) are in those pots, surviving and chewing away. i would like to begin to make our apartment look like a LIVING quarters instead of a sterile ikea showroom. i mean, mum even bought plants from bloody IKEA...i have had it. i need a herb tray. i need to plant things, watch things grow. this whole apartment thing is driving me nuts!
speaking of people who are nuts...kenny just said goodnight and told me he'd go to bed to shower. i say good luck to his pilgrim towards finding that bed with the showerhead over it...gives a whole new meaning to a wetting a bed...
i better not wake up one day sometime near now and find my sister had secretly chucked out the pot plants...
my gooramadda olives are running out.....
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note to self: there is a reason why you hadn't bought red polish or personally painted on a dark colour on your own nails since you were 8. it is because you can't keep painting in line. and painting your right hand, is certainly not gona be easier. after the saga with the sexy blood red polish for half an hour, i have ended up with unpainted nails except they're red at the edges were i cna't get polish off, and my hand looks a bit like i've had a big disagreement with an opened can of beetroot.
pay someone else. never do it yourself...
in other news, our apartment was graced with the presence of the first cockroach since our move in april. as it crawled somewhat slowly in from the balcony (i presumed) and towards the kitchen, my sisters freaked and gloria promptly decided that we were to throw out our pot plants as they must be the cause for the cockroach infestation in our apartment. a faint smell of baygon waffed past the balcony door. i think the cocky in front of me had been attacked by the giants below. we bagged it and sent it down the rubbish chute and wished it great future and many offspring, so long as they don't climb up to us on level too-high-up.
she was so adamant about throwing out all the pot plants before our WHOLE apartment would be filled with cockroaches. i reasoned with her for a good 15 minutes that we should have SOMETHING organic around the apartment. that cockroaches are a part of life. that they are generally taken care of by the building manager, and fumigation is covered in strata fees. all part of apartment living. and honestly...for 9 months in this apartment now, and through x'mas and new years, today was the first time we saw a cockroach in the apartment! honestly...i'd hate to see my newly planted capsicum shoots go down that chute just because we have organic items in our house.
side bar: did i tell you that new years was SO DAMN HOT that the resident earth worms from our pot plants couldn't handle it no more and crawled out of the pot in search of cooler quarters? too bad. they shrivelled up and died quite quickly coz tiles were scorching. it's sad to see worms die. we used to have a worm farm bac at home and when dad was keeping it, it was smooth as. they'd be happy and chewing away and we'd put soil into pots and onto other plants and the cycle of life was maintained. when he died and it was time to sell the place, most of the worms had...well..liquified...the worm farm was drowned from rain and neglect.
it does go to show that nature is a fragile thing. also quite vigilant in some ways...those worms (and more, i presume) are in those pots, surviving and chewing away. i would like to begin to make our apartment look like a LIVING quarters instead of a sterile ikea showroom. i mean, mum even bought plants from bloody IKEA...i have had it. i need a herb tray. i need to plant things, watch things grow. this whole apartment thing is driving me nuts!
speaking of people who are nuts...kenny just said goodnight and told me he'd go to bed to shower. i say good luck to his pilgrim towards finding that bed with the showerhead over it...gives a whole new meaning to a wetting a bed...
i better not wake up one day sometime near now and find my sister had secretly chucked out the pot plants...
my gooramadda olives are running out.....
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