Good Monday everyone!!    Wish all the pretty MMs to have a fullfilled (fullfilled with happiness  and excitment, and new dresses, new shoes, new handbags, new job, new men...) week!!

Continue my dress stories here...

Flashy red dress -- This is an old dress.  If I remember it correctly (you know, with age catching up on you, the first thing to go is the memory.  My mom always said I suffer short/long term memory lost from the day I was born , poor me... ), I ordered this dress from Victoria Secret Magazine.  It is hot red, I always think it was too flashy to wear.  October of last year, husband had a business trip to Sao Paulo, Brazil.  I have never been to South America before, Brazil, sound good for a first timer!!  Hubby was very busy with the meetings after meetings.  I was a bit bored walking/shopping alone.  I went to this little cafe across the street (we stayed in Hotel Emiliano, in the very safe and fancy disctrict).  I got myself an outdoor seat, start doing some people watching even with the Latin music in the background (I love doing that, dont you all???).  I had my organic hot tea, watermelon juice, and a small sandwich, heaven, heaven, heaven...  I start talking to this couple in front of me, the woman is a designer, even have her own shop in the mall, the man, quite handsome, but I couldnt understand 1/2 of what he said with his Brazilian English...  All of sudden, the man asked me, "May I dance with you"?  I looked around, I didnt see a dance floor, I puzzled and said "where? when?"  He smiled and said "here, now".  OOOOOOOh great, he is asking me to dance in the middle of the cafe with his woman starring at me, am I going to get killed here???  My mind was racing -- yes or no, yes or no, yes or no...oh well, once in a life time experience, I am in Brazil, noone knows me here, so what the heck... I said YES.  I nervously stood up, and started dancing...  I bet a million pair of eyes were on me and him...  Every second just seemed like an hour long.  I finally calmed myself down.  I lookded around, geeeeee, believe it or not, no one was paying ANY attention to us at all, his woman was smiling and zipping her coffee...  my ego was so crushed...  hahahaaaaaa...  My conclusions of this story -- I was not HOT , Brazilians are too HOT .

Good Monday everyone!!    Wish all the pretty MMs to have a fullfilled (fullfilled with happiness  and excitment, and new dresses, new shoes, new handbags, new job, new men...) week!!

Continue my dress stories here...

Flashy red dress -- This is an old dress.  If I remember it correctly (you know, with age catching up on you, the first thing to go is the memory.  My mom always said I suffer short/long term memory lost from the day I was born , poor me... ), I ordered this dress from Victoria Secret Magazine.  It is hot red, I always think it was too flashy to wear.  October of last year, husband had a business trip to Sao Paulo, Brazil.  I have never been to South America before, Brazil, sound good for a first timer!!  Hubby was very busy with the meetings after meetings.  I was a bit bored walking/shopping alone.  I went to this little cafe across the street (we stayed in Hotel Emiliano, in the very safe and fancy disctrict).  I got myself an outdoor seat, start doing some people watching even with the Latin music in the background (I love doing that, dont you all???).  I had my organic hot tea, watermelon juice, and a small sandwich, heaven, heaven, heaven...  I start talking to this couple in front of me, the woman is a designer, even have her own shop in the mall, the man, quite handsome, but I couldnt understand 1/2 of what he said with his Brazilian English...  All of sudden, the man asked me, "May I dance with you"?  I looked around, I didnt see a dance floor, I puzzled and said "where? when?"  He smiled and said "here, now".  OOOOOOOh great, he is asking me to dance in the middle of the cafe with his woman starring at me, am I going to get killed here???  My mind was racing -- yes or no, yes or no, yes or no...oh well, once in a life time experience, I am in Brazil, noone knows me here, so what the heck... I said YES.  I nervously stood up, and started dancing...  I bet a million pair of eyes were on me and him...  Every second just seemed like an hour long.  I finally calmed myself down.  I lookded around, geeeeee, believe it or not, no one was paying ANY attention to us at all, his woman was smiling and sipping her coffee...  my ego was so crushed...  hahahaaaaaa...  My conclusions of this story -- I was not HOT , Brazilians are too HOT .

One more dress story for today...  I have to start charging my readers now...  hahahaha

Brown Velet dress -- I have been debating whether telling this crappy story behind this beautiful dress or not.  This one is not cute or funny like all others.  Well, life can not always be so perfect, right??  So, I am sharing here...  A heart broken story...  A few yrs ago, I was dating this prominent young lawyer from Washington DC (yes, another pain in the ass lawyer!), IQ 182, (EQ -182 I think), Harvard grad (my husband too, I like intelligent man), the only BIG problem was he was not divorced.  With his political background, I tried to be very understanding and  protective, not only that,  I was making more money than him at that time, so, I took care of his broken wallet too.  I guess love is blind and unconditional.  I took him to a fund raise event one evening.  We came in as a couple, and I introuduced him to some of my business associates.  Suddenly, I saw him walking away from me.  He shaked hands with this Asian man, and started ignoring me...  My 6 sense give me a chill on my spine core.  I knew something was fishy.  But I acted as a lady, I stayed calm, waited and waited and waited for an explaination...  Finally, he "sneaked" back to me, and whispered "...I just met my wife's friend over there, lets keep low profile, dont make a big deal of us...", In another words, "Get lost Chynadoll".  I was more sad than mad.  I said OK.  Then I said a few more HIs to my friends, and I left the party.  That is the only dress I have only wore one time.  It still sits beautifully in my closet, hehehe...  Ending of this story -- I used my "ren chai liang kong" experience to have my 1st class husband right now.   Never give up of what you want in life!!!