Le Fabuleux Vie de Theresa

I'm still fuelling up ideas for major blog entries while I'm flying solo, so bear with me.

For those of you who are familiar with the movie Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain, you might have noticed that the entry of this blog post is suspiciously similar to the title of that movie. The title of the movie translates to 'The Fabulous Destiny of Amelie Poulain', swap 'Destiny' for Life' and 'Amelie Poulain' for my name, and VOILA, TITLE OF THIS POST. Get it now? Because I recently watched Amélie and I live a fabulous life, hence the title.

Amélie is a beautiful story, I think I fell in love with the main character. Watching it was like having a fresh wind blown into my face. I felt like I reached some massive epiphany after watching it. Now I feel like doing random acts of kindness to strangers on the street and handing out $100 notes to homeless men. That's the problem you see, I don't have any $100 notes to give out. The movie is making me feel like being more charitable than I can afford.

Other than watching movies, here's a list of little things I've done that have brought me happiness. Accompanied by pictures of course, pictures make everything better.

Folding paper cranes out of Butter Menthol wrappers: it makes being sick fun!

Overdosing on perfume: My perfume addiction is back. I made up my mind the other day that I should have a signature scent. Sure, its fun to have 6 bottles of perfume to choose from every day, depending on my mood. But I've figured out that it's better to just have one smell that people can recognise you by. So like, when you're randomly walking through a shopping centre and you catch a whiff of my scent, you immediately think THERESA!!!! Yeah. I'll do a whole blog post on perfume sometime this week, pinky promise.


Rediscovering my mum's pocketwatch collection: my favourite one is this round one with an egyptian bird handpainted on-





Finally receiving the shoes I ordered online! I remember mentioning these in a post dedicated to shoes, at the beginning of the month. Anyway, YES THEY'RE FINALLY HERE. I almost bursted with joy, seriously. I don't think you understand how excited I get when I slip on a pair of new shoes for the first time. I think it's almost better than falling in love.

Black lace up sandal-boots: Aren't they amazing. They're reminiscent of the Ann Demeulemeester boots. GHRQULGHQRG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH they're beautiful.


Lace up booties, reminiscent of the Burberry heels from a few seasons ago.

The heels are a lot shorter than I expected. I was hoping for heels a lot taller. But the shoe gods must be with me, because I received two extra pair of shoes from the same seller. Yes, for free. As in, it was an accident or something.



Flipping through old magazines and looking for inspiration for my design project (while sniffing all the perfume samples!)

The Story of My Reading Mojo

For those of you who are ~in the know~, you would've heard that Jenny is leaving earmuffed.com. TEMPORARILY, of course. She'll be back in time for our travels in Europe in two years time, then we can blog about all our adventures in foreign cities with strange foreign men.

But until she comes back, I guess you'll be stuck with moi.

I'm not sure what I should write about today. I want to write about many things. I want to write about my shoes. I want to write about stay up stockings. I want to write about trying to learn French.

But lets talk about how I managed to get my reading mojo back.

I remember in back in primary school, when I used to be the biggest bookworm ever. Of course, we never had homework or assignments or exams back then. So every day, I'd have a whole afternoon ahead of me, to read whatever struck my fancy (because back then, they didn't make you read fat boring books, like they do now). I recall waking up in the middle of most nights and turning the bedlamp on so I could finish reading that suspenseful bit that was never resolved before I fell asleep. Or racing through huge Harry Potter books with my dad, and trying to find out what happens before he got the chance to spoil it for me.

Now, there are three things that I have a lot of. Like, not just a lot, but a lot, as in a large unhealthy amount. (I know I'm sidetracking here, but I promise you its relevant). Yes, I have a lot of shoes, underwear, and books. (AHA! YOU SEE! It is relevant after all, I wasn't being silly).

So I was cleaning up my bookshelf the other day, and I came to realise that I don't really read anymore. It was a sad realisation. Not one of those happy realisations like when you realise you're in love or when you realise you didn't lose your mobile phone because it's actually in your pocket. No, it was a depressing realisation.

That was when I decided that I HAD TO FIND MY READING MOJO AGAIN. So I compiled up a giant list of books I have intended to read but never got around to reading. And as soon as I finish racing through that fat book the English department assigned us, I can go back to reading enjoyable books again!

Because I had to race through that fat book, I ended up reading like three hours a day, and then the last chapter of the fat book arrived surprisingly quickly, and that was how I got my reading mojo back.

Anyway, I was planning on including a list of books that I had intended to read + mini summaries, but this post has somehow managed to stretch into some epic but pointless story. So I digress.

Sorry, now that Jenny has abandoned me, I'm an empty blabbering soul without much to say. Excuse me while I regenerate a huge list of ideas for things to blog about.

P.S. Van & I recently embarked upon another project. We call it The CAPSOM Project. For now, what CAPSOM stands for remains a secret, but I'll give you a clue. 'C' stands for Charitable. And 'M' stands for Males. If you'd like to participate, do tell one of us.

If Maths is supposed to be logical, I don’t know what isn’t anymore.

Happy Birthday, Thy & Mandy.

I spent today eating everything that came into my sight like it was my day job.

Other than that, I spent the rest of the day wow-ing at illogical imaginary numbers. No, really- I think I almost died at the possibility.