LOL

I had given up an opportunity to join my good friends for Spooktacular at Sentosa because of a meet up with friends I haven’t met for 6 years. It wasn’t easy to plan it so when we had settle for a date, I wasn’t willing to change it. Who knows when will be the next date all three of us could settle on a date.

It was a night of endless laughter from the moment we stepped into Caffe Pralet till they started switching off the lights as a hint for us to leave. The cakes were simply awesome.

We have all grown up indeed. The topics we talked about were not topics I’d have thought we would have conversed and debated about before but young at heart we still are.

Cheers to the everlasting friendship.

Space

One furniture I wish I could design and manufacture is a desk despite disliking a desk bound job. What an irony.

A bed is a necessity but there isn’t much to play around with when it comes to designing its frame. On the other hand, the shape, the size, the length, the breadth, the height, the material, the colour, the extras one require of a desk speaks volume of an individual.

I replaced my plain red desk with four legs with a white shelf-attached desk. I like having a desk where I can easily reach out for my books and files whilst sitting on the desk. I think it reflects the efficient side of me.

I didn’t choose white because I like it. It just happened to be the only colour that could match the rest of my room’s furniture. Dark oak would seemed too old. Black would stick out like a sore thumb to a brown parquet floor, white furniture with light grey rims both of the bed and wardrobe (there by coincidence cause we didn’t buy them together), green curtains and tints of red furniture (my bin, my stools, my chair, boxes). It is a colour that makes me stressed out whenever I sit on it; worried that my pen ink will spill, that my highlight will seep through when I forget to cover, that I will accidentally drop something sharp and cause an obvious hole, that the dust will result in patches of uneven colour at where things are placed that are irremovable, that food I eat on the desk whilst working will stain it.

I like wide tables for I can arrange things I need such that I do not need to reach for them when I need it. I need a calendar in sight. I need a space for a desk lamp. I need pen holders to put loads of stationary. My computer needs some standing space, so does its keyboard and mouse. I need a large central space in front of me to work on this without having to overlap on others. I need space to stack up books on either side of me. It would have been fantastic if I had a table where it shapes like a C. I would be able to work on each side of it. Better yet, place things I need in its different categories that I can reach for it easier.

My Space

That is my desk. I used to be an ultra neat freak but now I like the untidiness that comes with the use of stationary strewn all over the desk. Would you believe this is a future lawyer’s desk?

Drawn To Stripes

Lately, stripes drive me wild. Just after I noticed I didn’t own anything in stripes. Stripes that are not the usual black-white; red-black drives me crazy! I got one in vertical red and white stripes (note vertical), horizontal coral red and beige stripes… I can’t think further because I’m “blinded” in one eye!

Claudia Schiffer in stripes, definitely the hot issue this summer!

Tonight’s The Night

Top: Harrison, Giggs, Butt, Beckham, G. Neville, P. Neville, Scholes & Cooke Bottom: Ferguson, Giggs, Butt, Beckham, G. Neville, P. Neville & Scholes

My brother used to give me a commentary of the football match after every Manchester United game. It will be my bedtime story which I hated. It never seemed to make any sense to a 10 year old female. Slowly, I began watching matches with my brother on TV and soon, I began supporting this club. I used what savings I have to buy every magazine, every biography of the footballers in the team, every merchandise. That was the year before United won the treble.

I was Manchester United crazy that for every show and tell, I’ll bring my merchandises to share of my passion for the club. The boys were great and I enjoyed watching every match with my brother no longer listening to his commentary. The team spirit the boys shared were formidable and it made me happy as a supporter as they continuously topped the table! Dad is a Leeds supporter that was in EPL for a while before being relegated after that coach left (can’t remember his name, David O’leary or something). When David Beckham left, I thought my heart would have left the club with him but it didn’t. Looking at the picture where the team reunited for Gary Neville’s testimonial match made me miss those times where the team lifted trophies after trophies despite being majorly a team of English men. How times have changed…

In UK, my happiest moment was when I went to the Theatre of Dreams. It was a place that I have scribbled many times on my scrapbook for Manchester United and it was indeed a dream come true! If only I have a chance to watch a game at the Theatre of Dreams. Now that my brother will be going over, it seems like the chances is there…

I watched the match against Barcelona for the Champions League 2 seasons ago at a pub in UK. The atmosphere was crazy and it would have indeed been a true experience if United had won! Tonight, I hope the same won’t be repeated! I wanna be screaming Ole! Ole! Ole! Even though Ole Gunnar Solskjaer is no longer with the club!

UNITED!!!!!

Summer Time!!!

Doesn’t the colours make you happy just by looking at the picture?

I wish to be lying by the beach with a good read, iced cold sex on the beach, soaking in the sun, sand and sea. It would be a great bonus if there is a toned hunk lying right beside me…

I’m just kidding. The heat from the sun is on the verge of killing me on many occasions this week.  It would have been a warm welcome if I had just returned from the UK and in need of the thawing. I shall not rant further as the bestie slaves away under the hot sun without an option of the air conditioning. I love the sea though. The crashing sound of the waves on the shore soothes a stressful mind anytime.

I wonder when I will ever experience such in one of those brightly coloured items above… *dreams*

Challenge Day 21

A picture of something that makes you happy

Commemoration Of A Milestone In Life

If It Was Meant To Be

Amy approached me because her dinner and dance’s theme was hats. Admittedly, I do have a larger collection than most here. Whilst browsing through my collection, I “discovered” hats I momentarily lost recollection of ever purchasing or owning. It used to be a permanent accessory but it has taken a backseat given our weather. I was happy to find them again and couldn’t resist giving them all a “ride” on my head. It has been ages since they got out of the cupboard space they were given.

When the fun ended, my mind strayed to my many funny episodes with the floppy hats.

The first one started when I laid my eyes on some colourful beach floppy hat in a quaint shop in Barcelona. I picked it up to try it and was in all intention to get it when Diana saw it, squealed in delight that she too found a treasure and decided she wanted it. I decided to let her have it cause at the back of my mind, I knew I was going to find another floppy hat. It wasn’t going to be the same, multi-coloured in circular stripes but maybe it will be cheaper and it would have been in a colour that can match my clothes easily. She got it without hesitation. After all it was the only available piece.

She wore it on one dinner out and was really happy with the buy. Turns out, on our way back, the top of the hat collapsed leaving a permanent hole at the crowd of her hair. I was silently happy. No offence. I nearly got a hat that wouldn’t have last me 12 hours! It was unrepairable.

The next was when I was in Copenhagen. I had finally gotten my big floppy hat in white. (would have gotten the black if I had another hair colour besides a close to black brown) I decided to wear it on my trip out one day after its stay in Serena’s luggage. Turned out the wind was strong and it was blown away. I ran after it and caught it. Before that, Chermaine had a good laugh. The guy who was on the phone and walking in the opposite direction had a better view and couldn’t stop laughing too! I had made a “fool” of myself to look good; not that I was at any moment embarrassed I wonder why…

Blow Wind Blow... Look At How Strong The Wind Is?

Sigh. Hats!

Maybe one day, I’ll finish giving an account of all of them right here!

Challenge Day 7

A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you

Can I make it two?

He and She who shaped my life! Wouldn’t have been where I am and who I am today if not for them. Nuff said.

Challenge Day 3

A picture of you and your friends

This post won’t be meaning without words. After all this is a good opportunity to tell them how I feel though I doubt majority of them won’t be reading.

Amy – the best friend. She understands me the most may be cause I tell her the most. Often I burden her with negative thoughts, rants or complaints. She often gives me the reaction I wish to see instinctively; only attainable amongst people of the same frequency I believe. She doesn’t tell me much and often would prefer not to talk about the bad stuffs that happened unless its about people I know too. I wonder if its because I don’t match up to her expectations but with her I am truly happy. The walk back home after meeting with her, despite after a long day at work, my foot steps are light. THAT is the effect she has on me. Thank you bestie!

Serena – She is the next closest I am to in the group. I think its because she matches my crazy frequency. My very first memory of her was how the both of us evilly tried to evade Michelle. My next memory was how she began my love for Chinese romance books. I still re-read the books I have. Re-read because I never have the time to browse for newer ones. For that I’m thankful Serena. My appetite becomes surprisingly good when with her. We had seafood paella, rosti, salmon crepe, mushroom soup, a medium piece of pork, a drink each at Marche the last time we met. Its amazing because as I grow older, I find lesser people actually being less selective of food than before. She never used to be such fun to hang out with. Maybe I hadn’t given her that chance, or maybe we have all grown up.

Chermaine – I got to know her better with that chance to travel with her across the Scandinavian countries. She is a rich kid but she never behaves like one, or she does behave like one but only for that split second. She lugged her heavy luggage without whining. She was agreeable to anything I say. She trusted me with the map reading wholly because she doesn’t know how to read and when I get it wrong and make her walk more, she doesn’t complain. Even though she thinks its unhygienic eating at one of those steamboat buffet places at Bugis, she obliges. “Just for you!”. I’m impressed Cher! You behave so much better in those circumstances than those who are not brought up with a silver spoon.

Louisa – I always take her presence for granted. For that I’m sorry Lou. She is someone I wished I could invest more time in to get to know better because she is worth it. Together with the bestie, she puts in the most effort when preparing presents for the rest of us. I recalled how I wished out loud for a stuffed toy and I got it for Christmas. A purple toothy round rabbit. I was caught by surprise.! Maybe my new years resolution is to ask her out more often this year. Or rather, start asking her out!

Then there is Juls a Judith McNaught fan too whom I reunited with at a random bus stop. I always wondered, if I hadn’t appeared at that bus stop (it is not very regular that I use it as compared to her I think), she wouldn’t have been one of those close to my heart today. We’d not have planned to go to Austria. Where would I have gone that Easter? If she hadn’t moved to her aunt’s place we’d not have the walks home together, given that we had yet we lost complete contact after O levels, wouldn’t we be complete strangers? All these are questions I never want answers to because the memories we left behind us were so fond. I particularly chose this picture where both of us are in heels for the first time. That one incident when she thought I was wearing heels and she wore it to match my height but turned out I was in pumps was a hilarious memory I can’t help but still smile heartily everytime I think of it. Juls, you’re joy to the child in me. Thank you!

There is LI who spared me the agony for a 2 year journey. She is now a spirit who comes when I need to scream at someone and leaves when I am happy. Its quite a rarity to find someone who chooses only to stand by you at the toughest part only. I wish she is more available to me but I guess she has her group of friends to rely on like I do. We agreed that our frequency matched. Even our lives do too! All that is happening to me does happen on her too which makes me realise that I am indeed very fortunate. Keep up your smile love.

Soon to be bride and the owner of 2 boutiques in Singapore. She is so busy we rarely have time to chat like we used to unless I can keep up to the odd hours of hers which I can’t. Like meet at 2/3 in the afternoon. Our friendship is surprisingly lasting even though we were only physically together for a period of one month from the time we first got to know each other. I never thought friendship could blossom over distance but it did! I wish you success and happiness my dear. You have been a joy in my life that I’m happy that the storm has finally passed and now you’ll be enjoying the rainbow.

A mom to be or already a mom as we speak, when measured against this lady’s ability to stand out, I am lagging quite far behind. She has cleared all 3 bike licences before she got pregnant, had been with the same guy since secondary school and is now married to him. Its amazing. We both share a love for dim sum and yam (wonder if that has changed after hormonal changes). She is on my friends list where we can meet once in a year or two yet there never was a moment of awkwardness. I’m happy for you dear!

Finally there is HM

HM is someone stuck in a job that isn’t hers. She is the arty farty girl I know who is really good with writing but ended up riding the tides with the other accountants; odd crazy hours unglam dress code which is quite the opposite of who she truly is (imo). I guess her practicality as a capricorn has guided her towards a job with greater stability and riches! We REALLY should meet up soon!

I made many good friends too in Uni, in fact too many for me to list. For them, distance will always matter. Distance is inversely proportionate to the strength of a friendship (imo). They are not good travelers so it is only when I do make a trip down that we will be reunited again. The memories with them are simply unique and if not for them, my University life would have been bleak. Thank you!

To all my friends. Thank you for standing by me. I am not exactly the coolest character to deal with but thank you for the patience and most importantly, thank you for remembering me.

Wedding Wave

It seems like a recent phenomena for the 87ers to get married or plan to get married this year.

My FB news feed seems bombarded with news and new photo updates of my female friends property viewing experiences, their food tasting for wedding dinner experiences, their wedding photos…

It dawned on me that none of them are from co-aid schools. I am not being biased here because 50% of these happy ladies are not friends from my Primary or Secondary school.

Despite the idea that somewhat lingers in my mind that guys would prefer to marry girls not from all girls school, friends around me have proved otherwise.

I attribute it to the maturity level of girls educated in an all girls school; being more matured, they choose guys older and hence are more ready to settle down. All the “case scenarios” around me appear so at least.

I see more boyfriends going down on one knees in the months that lead to 2012. I’m envious of them for being so daring. I may be gutsy in all areas but this is one where I will never learn to truly let go without the fear of falling and failing. I’m happy because one by one, I am seeing Cinderella’s story come to life; and they lived happily ever after.

I have always loved the story of the Little Mermaid because of my love for the waters. Also, it seemed like the least loved story compared to Cinderella, Snow White, Beauty & the Beast…

Today, I figured another reason to like this, this story could be a true reflection of my life; I will not have a prince who will go around to find the one who fits the glass slippers because I do not believe I am that fortunate and I will not love a beast in the first place even though he is nice because I am superficial but I will have to be truly fearless and give up my “voice” for “legs” to find my prince charming.

Meanwhile, enjoy my favorite childhood song: Under the Sea

The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else’s lake
You dream about going up there
But that is a big mistake
Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor
Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you lookin’ for?

Under the sea
Under the sea
Darling it’s better
Down where it’s wetter
Take it from me
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away
While we devotin’
Full time to floatin’
Under the sea

Down here all the fish is happy
As off through the waves they roll
The fish on the land ain’t happy
They sad ’cause they in their bowl
But fish in the bowl is lucky
They in for a worser fate
One day when the boss get hungry
Guess who’s gon’ be on the plate

Under the sea
Under the sea
Nobody beat us
Fry us and eat us
In fricassee
We what the land folks loves to cook
Under the sea we off the hook
We got no troubles
Life is the bubbles
Under the sea
Under the sea
Since life is sweet here
We got the beat here
Naturally
Even the sturgeon an’ the ray
They get the urge ‘n’ start to play
We got the spirit
You got to hear it
Under the sea

The newt play the flute
The carp play the harp
The plaice play the bass
And they soundin’ sharp
The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul
(Yeah)
The ray he can play
The lings on the strings
The trout rockin’ out
The blackfish she sings
The smelt and the sprat
They know where it’s at
An’ oh that blowfish blow

Under the sea
Under the sea
When the sardine
Begin the beguine
It’s music to me
What do they got? A lot of sand
We got a hot crustacean band
Each little clam here
know how to jam here
Under the sea
Each little slug here
Cuttin’ a rug here
Under the sea
Each little snail here
Know how to wail here
That’s why it’s hotter
Under the water
Ya we in luck here
Down in the muck here
Under the sea

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