Practically *stealing CK
Shopping from 3 - 11pm finally washed the *Damsel out of her shopping draught (since October 2005). Constantly lamenting the *awful designs of the season, quality of clothing not deserving of their price tags and over-done looks such as the peasant skirt and crinkle everything (goodness, I have a [double whammy] crinkled peasant skirt. I'm going to burn that soon), I am pleased to be back with more than sore feet and broken spirit this successful shopping trip.
Bounty includes a 50% discounted Mango low waist pleated black skirt with knitted panel details (very playful skirt with a teasing glimpses of the thigh) and a look-out-sun-here-I-come hat in a denim and floral detail. The great part about my (very first) hat is that it has a metal edge to be stylistically twisted and turned to my whimsy fancy. I'm going to wear it to the Sembawang Fest event I'm attending on Saturday.
The greatest buys of the day were my three skirts from Calvin Klien, each around SGD$ 250-300 for only $40 each! Two are smart casuals (one pink and the other black) and my favourite is a pure silk fluted skirt in crushed pink floral print. I have to give my dues to a designer brand for even in my current body loathing (note: post Malaysia and Bangkok holiday and right after a huge dinner) the wonderful cuts of the skirt flatters, flirts and flaunts its most wonderful silk sheens in the light.
Blissful, successful, eventful shopping trip (I bought a lace detailed blouse too). It is indeed worthy of a blog post.
Friday, January 20, 2006
Saturday, January 14, 2006
tears #2: mean, petty and childish
tears #2: mean, petty and childish
I've committed myself to reports of emotional waterworks displays. I just didn't think it would i) happen this early in the year and ii) be one post right after the first.
.::.
*Sheep and I were never really close. You can say she's probably a level four friend (if friends have degrees, or like concentric circles of friendship) from high school. It was fun meeting up with her and other level one (*Lingy and *Lene) and four friends over dinner and drinks as we chat about old times and catch up after a long time. It was lovely, really.
In fact *Sheep drove me to dinner and over the two hours she took to drive there and back, we had a genuine dialogue on our lives and futures. But we didn't talk about *Gallant. She didn't ask so I felt it would be odd to declaringly state the existence of a boyfriend.
The next time we met up for drinks with a larger group of girls, the level ones told the rest about him.
*Sheep stared at me in disbelief and whispered to *Lene and asked if he was made up.
Quickly, speculations were made about about this guy whom I keep away in Singapore and the bizarreness of the *banana/English influenced me would find in a Chinese native (stereotyping isn't nice *tsk *tsk) and how I don't have any pictures of him, etc.
In my defense *Ling has met him in person (I would assume the level fours think she's conspiring with me) and I hate/loathe/despise myself in pictures. Nonetheless, I did have one of us together and it was shared with a few, but:
I take pictures with many guys too - came another accusation, suggesting it was a random photo.
The picture in question
Wrong. For a girl who hates photographs, you think I would have random photo shots with guys? *Ling jokingly said once that it is practically an *honour if I agree to take a photo and they are (indeed) rare.
Hurt as I was, I dismissed the speculations. It's my relationship, not theirs.
A few weeks pass and *Doll-face (a level three) comes to Singapore to visit. I was happy and eager to meet her as I've always enjoyed her wonderful company. Little did I know the level fours sent her here to collect evidence of *Gallant's existence. She told me so nonchalantly.
*Doll-face came over with a couple of other friends around 9.30pm and waited till 11pm before making a move to the nearby mamak food store. Perhaps my fault was that I was concerned with *Gallant and his workload (he's in the middle of a 100 hour experiment that requires his constant attention and the symposium he's working on has him constantly on the phone) so I didn't want to pressure him by telling him that they were waiting for his physical evidence.
The last shuttle bus that leaves the campus is at 11pm and true to the late-natured boyfriend of mine, he came late.
I was shrinking with discomfort and at the same time pure irritance at the dismayed looks that probably were saying things like poor little liar or something to that effect. They made me feel as if I was going to announce to them that my made up boyfriend wasn't going to show. I scurried them onto the bus and said that we would meet them there.
Worse still, *Gallant appeared after the bus left in his stay-in-room *pagoda-uncle singlet that he wouldn't even wear to the canteen. He was late and he couldn't help it. He was apologetic too as I had to rush him back to his room to change and we took the taxi to the meeting place.
Needless to say it was a very uncomfortable meeting and I wondered if these girls were thinking that he is a friend in guise of a boyfriend. You know, the stuff teenagers do in high school. I was tired from the stress of the long day of classes that ended at 9pm, the whole Plato ISM matter and now this. And *Gallant was so tired that he didn't even make the tiniest effort to impress.
So I came back to the comforts of my room and cried. I couldn't even tell *Gallant as it seems to me such a childish, mean, hurtful and b*tchy thing to do and to reveal about my so-called friends.
.::.
To the friends that came with *Doll Face last night, let's just say that I'm not angry with people but the matter and I don't really connect it with you. Perhaps I'm on the (extremely) sensitive side so please excuse this rant.
.::.
He was very tired (no sleep for two days) on the night we took our only photo together so it doesn't do *Gallant any justice. Here's one of him (right of picture) with his senior at a Bollywood themed party.
I've committed myself to reports of emotional waterworks displays. I just didn't think it would i) happen this early in the year and ii) be one post right after the first.
.::.
*Sheep and I were never really close. You can say she's probably a level four friend (if friends have degrees, or like concentric circles of friendship) from high school. It was fun meeting up with her and other level one (*Lingy and *Lene) and four friends over dinner and drinks as we chat about old times and catch up after a long time. It was lovely, really.
In fact *Sheep drove me to dinner and over the two hours she took to drive there and back, we had a genuine dialogue on our lives and futures. But we didn't talk about *Gallant. She didn't ask so I felt it would be odd to declaringly state the existence of a boyfriend.
The next time we met up for drinks with a larger group of girls, the level ones told the rest about him.
*Sheep stared at me in disbelief and whispered to *Lene and asked if he was made up.
Quickly, speculations were made about about this guy whom I keep away in Singapore and the bizarreness of the *banana/English influenced me would find in a Chinese native (stereotyping isn't nice *tsk *tsk) and how I don't have any pictures of him, etc.
In my defense *Ling has met him in person (I would assume the level fours think she's conspiring with me) and I hate/loathe/despise myself in pictures. Nonetheless, I did have one of us together and it was shared with a few, but:
I take pictures with many guys too - came another accusation, suggesting it was a random photo.
The picture in question
Wrong. For a girl who hates photographs, you think I would have random photo shots with guys? *Ling jokingly said once that it is practically an *honour if I agree to take a photo and they are (indeed) rare.
Hurt as I was, I dismissed the speculations. It's my relationship, not theirs.
A few weeks pass and *Doll-face (a level three) comes to Singapore to visit. I was happy and eager to meet her as I've always enjoyed her wonderful company. Little did I know the level fours sent her here to collect evidence of *Gallant's existence. She told me so nonchalantly.
*Doll-face came over with a couple of other friends around 9.30pm and waited till 11pm before making a move to the nearby mamak food store. Perhaps my fault was that I was concerned with *Gallant and his workload (he's in the middle of a 100 hour experiment that requires his constant attention and the symposium he's working on has him constantly on the phone) so I didn't want to pressure him by telling him that they were waiting for his physical evidence.
The last shuttle bus that leaves the campus is at 11pm and true to the late-natured boyfriend of mine, he came late.
I was shrinking with discomfort and at the same time pure irritance at the dismayed looks that probably were saying things like poor little liar or something to that effect. They made me feel as if I was going to announce to them that my made up boyfriend wasn't going to show. I scurried them onto the bus and said that we would meet them there.
Worse still, *Gallant appeared after the bus left in his stay-in-room *pagoda-uncle singlet that he wouldn't even wear to the canteen. He was late and he couldn't help it. He was apologetic too as I had to rush him back to his room to change and we took the taxi to the meeting place.
Needless to say it was a very uncomfortable meeting and I wondered if these girls were thinking that he is a friend in guise of a boyfriend. You know, the stuff teenagers do in high school. I was tired from the stress of the long day of classes that ended at 9pm, the whole Plato ISM matter and now this. And *Gallant was so tired that he didn't even make the tiniest effort to impress.
So I came back to the comforts of my room and cried. I couldn't even tell *Gallant as it seems to me such a childish, mean, hurtful and b*tchy thing to do and to reveal about my so-called friends.
.::.
To the friends that came with *Doll Face last night, let's just say that I'm not angry with people but the matter and I don't really connect it with you. Perhaps I'm on the (extremely) sensitive side so please excuse this rant.
.::.
He was very tired (no sleep for two days) on the night we took our only photo together so it doesn't do *Gallant any justice. Here's one of him (right of picture) with his senior at a Bollywood themed party.
Friday, January 13, 2006
tears #1
first tears for the year
So fell the first tear drops for the year 2006, an event I didn't anticipate to happen so soon. The independent study I was working on for Plato's Republic wasn't coming along too well and the meeting with the Prof was disheartening.
These are the realities, I suppose, when you can't be the smartest and the best in the things you do. Pretty unfair if academic excellence (vs mediocrity) is something I
desired utmost yet I have to reach so hard to even graze the title, always almost inevitably often falling right below it. (There goes my resolution too for better self esteem).
At times like these, idealism and realism clash to wonder to carry on with passions or sensibility. It is like asking if preference is to be the the so called 'last' in the class of the best students (working hard to get better although the others simply are enjoying scholastic merits effortlessly) or be the first in the class of the 'seconds' (you know, schools have the class grading method). The latter would be less wounding to the fragile ego and maybe with just the right encouragement I could finally fulfill more than I thought I could without the pressure.
But I chose idealism and I'm going to carry on with Plato and work harder. The tougher route, for sure, but as the other experiences in life tells me that this simply makes me stronger.
.::.
I'm going to keep track of the number of times tears are shed this year to reprimand the waterworks display.
So fell the first tear drops for the year 2006, an event I didn't anticipate to happen so soon. The independent study I was working on for Plato's Republic wasn't coming along too well and the meeting with the Prof was disheartening.
These are the realities, I suppose, when you can't be the smartest and the best in the things you do. Pretty unfair if academic excellence (vs mediocrity) is something I
desired utmost yet I have to reach so hard to even graze the title, always almost inevitably often falling right below it. (There goes my resolution too for better self esteem).
At times like these, idealism and realism clash to wonder to carry on with passions or sensibility. It is like asking if preference is to be the the so called 'last' in the class of the best students (working hard to get better although the others simply are enjoying scholastic merits effortlessly) or be the first in the class of the 'seconds' (you know, schools have the class grading method). The latter would be less wounding to the fragile ego and maybe with just the right encouragement I could finally fulfill more than I thought I could without the pressure.
But I chose idealism and I'm going to carry on with Plato and work harder. The tougher route, for sure, but as the other experiences in life tells me that this simply makes me stronger.
.::.
I'm going to keep track of the number of times tears are shed this year to reprimand the waterworks display.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Being *Damsel
Being *Damsel
In random order:
I don't enjoy taking photographs. I usually will tell you that memories are best kept in the mind and not necessarily in a physical form. Truth is, I probably look better in the former than latter.
You may call me 'youthfully antiquated'. I mourn the difference between old literature and new, and pretty much our lifestyles then and now. I don't mind wearing a corset and a big skirt (the part about not having much women's rights is a bother though).
I'm an idealist and naturally shun realists (in a most polite manner, of course).
I am a feminist. But I don't know how to be a good one.
I had a fish (Poseidon), an adopted kitten called *Boots, 3 ducklings, 2 angelfish (Angela & Angelo), and a fire breathing dragon (unnamed). Currently, I have a long-haired lion head rabbit called *Potato (only because she would not respond to any other name).
I also have two grandmothers and three grandfathers. My grandmother was polygamous.
I believe in love at first sight. It isn't lust.
Characters are always mentioned by a code name to preserve anonymity (although I sometimes end up posting pictures). Clue: characters less liked are always mentioned by name of an animal.
Contradiction is an innate fallacy of the human kind and I am not ashamed of it.
I make color coded sandwiches (eg, white bread for egg filling, wholemeal for tuna filling).
I sincerely hope for world peace.
I do not kill ants and mosquitoes.
I refer to the time I find a job as "when I grow up".
When I grow up, I will write biographies of wonderful people and capture their memory eternally.
Change is the greatest bane in my life. Not that things are perfect, but I tend to relish the comfort of regime and knowing.
My autobiography will be titled B*tch: Bothered & Bewildered. Don't let the curse word distract you (have you not heard the song?). It is really a reflection of what is feminine and classy, with a hint of nastiness for flavor.
***more to be added upon inspiration***
In random order:
I don't enjoy taking photographs. I usually will tell you that memories are best kept in the mind and not necessarily in a physical form. Truth is, I probably look better in the former than latter.
You may call me 'youthfully antiquated'. I mourn the difference between old literature and new, and pretty much our lifestyles then and now. I don't mind wearing a corset and a big skirt (the part about not having much women's rights is a bother though).
I'm an idealist and naturally shun realists (in a most polite manner, of course).
I am a feminist. But I don't know how to be a good one.
I had a fish (Poseidon), an adopted kitten called *Boots, 3 ducklings, 2 angelfish (Angela & Angelo), and a fire breathing dragon (unnamed). Currently, I have a long-haired lion head rabbit called *Potato (only because she would not respond to any other name).
I also have two grandmothers and three grandfathers. My grandmother was polygamous.
I believe in love at first sight. It isn't lust.
Characters are always mentioned by a code name to preserve anonymity (although I sometimes end up posting pictures). Clue: characters less liked are always mentioned by name of an animal.
Contradiction is an innate fallacy of the human kind and I am not ashamed of it.
I make color coded sandwiches (eg, white bread for egg filling, wholemeal for tuna filling).
I sincerely hope for world peace.
I do not kill ants and mosquitoes.
I refer to the time I find a job as "when I grow up".
When I grow up, I will write biographies of wonderful people and capture their memory eternally.
Change is the greatest bane in my life. Not that things are perfect, but I tend to relish the comfort of regime and knowing.
My autobiography will be titled B*tch: Bothered & Bewildered. Don't let the curse word distract you (have you not heard the song?). It is really a reflection of what is feminine and classy, with a hint of nastiness for flavor.
***more to be added upon inspiration***
Friday, January 06, 2006
breakfast
breakfast
five minute egg and sandwiches
wholemeal bread with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, bell pepper and baked chicken nuggets, seasoned with crushed black peppercorns and a dash of Thousand Island dressing
five minute egg and sandwiches
wholemeal bread with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, bell pepper and baked chicken nuggets, seasoned with crushed black peppercorns and a dash of Thousand Island dressing
Thursday, January 05, 2006
calling Mr Big
Life is blissful lately because
Even though *Gallant has been sick with flu since I came back to Sg, I've never felt happier cooking the oil-free get-well-soon meals.
We spend hours together after dinner cozied up, reading magazines and asking each other silly hypothetical questions.
I still feel butterflies and daydream about him constantly like a girl in a relationship that has just started yesterday; and he with the love and respect of a strong relationship that has matured over time.
Even though *Gallant has been sick with flu since I came back to Sg, I've never felt happier cooking the oil-free get-well-soon meals.
We spend hours together after dinner cozied up, reading magazines and asking each other silly hypothetical questions.
I still feel butterflies and daydream about him constantly like a girl in a relationship that has just started yesterday; and he with the love and respect of a strong relationship that has matured over time.
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