when the newspaper helps...

Was it one week ago, there was that melodramatic ST article about the crumbling relationship between Ronald Susilo and Li Jiawei? It's when things like that get printed that I feel "wah lau, nothing to report is it?" I think the reporter probably feels the same way, but has no choice but to follow instructions from the top. I'm just guessing lah.

Anyway, that was then.

There was one Saturday package that I was especially happy about. It featured young people with achievements that defied the common notion of what achievements are. And one story stood out for me. I can't remember the details, but in short, this boy dropped out of sec sch, worked for six years, before going to ITE. Now at 24 yrs old, he's about to graduate from ITE. He's got a design scholarship to uni, and also designed one of the rooms at Gallery Hotel. Something like that.

I thought to myself, he sounds very much like my 17-year-old youth, a girl who has repeated a few years in sec sch, probably can't continue in the school, aims to study fashion design, and is terribly discouraged about being such an overaged student. I cut out the article to show her and she was genuinely impressed with the guy's achievements. If he can do it, why can't she?

And so, I thank the newspaper for that article. Hopefully, it can encourage others I meet along the way!

these feet got shoes

did speed shopping at Far East Plaza yesterday night, in the one hour before most shops called it a day. Thanks to Ethan mummy's recommendation, I got a pair of earthy coloured ones to match my light coloured clothes (I've got a lot of khaki and green stuff). Then I couldn't resist buying a pair of very plain blacks from the basement.

To be frank, I'm very bad at buying covered shoes, cos I never know if I'm buying the correct size. I can't stand it when my feet can't breathe, but I also know that the shoes will expand in time to come. So I usually have to force myself not to buy those that are a size bigger, cos for sure my feet will be swimming in them when they expand.

Hiya, pls let these new pairs be perfect! And pls last for at least a year! :)

these feet need shoes

I keep wearing similar outfits to work recently because I don't have matching shoes!!!

I've always had a pair of black pointy pumps for certain outfits and a pair of beige ones for the more pastel coloured clothes. But a few months back, my beige shoes broke!!! AARGH!!! And now I can't seem to find any suitable light coloured shoes that are formal enough for work and have at most kitten heels.

Help ah help. I need to wear my other clothes!

it's not my fault...

it's not my fault if I can't quit watching Korean dramas!!!

here's an excerpt from a recent email leo wrote from Hong Kong:

didn't see you online yesterday but realised that you should be busy over XX's wedding. hope you had a great time. i bought many korean dvds for you....
got "my love", "one fine day", "love in heaven", "hard love", "the greatest expectation", "full house", "spring waltz".... Do you want "princess hour" also? i also bought a dvd on rain... :P

I also bought korean dvd movies so we can watch together... (i won't have to miss any episodes).

BEST LOR. ;p

(that reminds me, I haven't even opened some Mayday VCDS that I bought pretty long ago...so many things to watch!!!)

another one?

yet another wedding to attend tomorrow... sigh...I'm tired. gotta wake up at 5am, cos I'm one of the haggling "sisters". it would be fun if I knew the other "sisters"...but I don't really know them. guess the last I saw two of them was like more than 10 years ago??? seriously...is there really a need to sabo the groom???

haizzz....

i need zzz....

just me

Just the other day, after leo and I hung out with a mutual friend of ours, he commented: "You really feel comfortable with J right?"

I was a little surprised by his remark. But I knew what he was getting at.

I used to think that I was the friendly sort who could get along easily with most people. But over the years, I've realised how uncomfortable I feel in the presence of people I just, well, don't feel comfortable with. In fact, as leo pointed, I can only spend long periods with people whom I feel completely at ease with. And there are so very few people I can do that with.

I would prefer to lunch alone, leave early... so unlike leo who loves company, even if the company is superficial. I've also realised how much being in the workplace has bent this self of mine to be just part of the group. If left to myself, I'd really much prefer to be alone.

that crazy hen party for that crazy babe

THAT'S fy doing her American Beauty pose on the carpeted floor of Fluid room, designed by Wykidd Song for the New Majestic Hotel. As expected for a hen party held in honour of the craziest and funniest girl in the 4/6 gang, it was hilarious and wild. No need for a stripper when the hen herself is game to shed part of her outfit for our entertainment pleasure. Cameras clicked non-stop, and at points, the antics bordered on porn! HAHA. Can't show much here, cos all my photos are not very decent. But here's fy's blog entry with more photos - decent ones :)

I think the greatest part about the party, apart from the fun we had, was the process of doing the slideshow as a gift to fy, our class chairman forever. We saw photos of ourselves taken 11-12 years ago...doing stupid poses for English day in RGS, posing once again outside the then TGIF, standing outside Hard Rock Cafe where we had quite a few birthday celebrations....etc...

So nostalgic...

first the birthday, then up north

Friday: I finally remembered leo's birthday. And that means remembering the correct date. I don't know why, but I always think it's 5 Oct instead of 6 Oct. Ethan mummy has the same birthday, and her hubby (in jest) told her to "remind" me that the date is supposed to be 7 Oct.
So for the first time in five years, I arranged for a hot date for us both! Very hot ok... haha. First it was a present, then dinner at Wild Rocket, and lastly karaoke for 4hrs at Party World KTV!!! Woohoo!!! leo is fast overtaking me in his repertoire of Mandarin songs, all thanks to his frequent night outs with his cheena-type resellers. Darn.

Sunday: leo and I drove up to Malaysia. As we waited for his car to get washed, I saw Jay. No, not Jay Chou, but the Malaysian car number plate did make me think of Jay Chou. We should have more interesting car number plates in Singapore. More readable ones...