Oriental Damsel

One minute you're in, and the next you're out

2011-11-15T17:20:00.004+08:00

I am contemplating blogging again. Mainly because I'm no longer a full-time speechwriter and Twitter, while the idea of short snappy 140 character posts flirts with me, it's just not enough. Also, it's strangely because blogging is no longer the in-thing, it's much more appealing to blog again.

It's also the big-three-zero next year. Between work and planning a far-away wedding, I've been neglecting that list one presumably makes about things to do before turning their milestone age. So, I'll be the fox who calls the grapes sour here. I'm going to work on a list of things I do shortly after I turn 30, which is truly, the more superior list. It's like the glass half-full / life begins after 30 / greater wisdom, clarity, maturity and as with years, resources, right?

In no particular order, and yes, a list-in-progress:

1. Get married (2 June 2012)
2. Go on an adventure. Do-able, because I have the honeymoon as an excuse for travelling somewhere. Either Sao Paolo or backpack a few cities in USA
3. Capture the process of preparing for the wedding in a blog
4. Plan my career future. Decide what I want to be when I grow old (I wish I could still write "grow up". Technically, I have the option to switch jobs after 2014 and should plan on getting there

And some more trivial stuff, like:
5. Make macarons
6. Line the home with many more new pictures
7. Start a collection of postcards of places I travel to
8. Get an iPhone and use it like a geek would. I'm using a Smartphone, but have never done more than send SMS and make phone calls

So there you go, for now.

2010-02-08T16:31:00.000+08:00

I am feeling too old to be called the *Damsel or *Junoesque. Time for a new (or none) nickname blog.

Singapore's gracious society

2010-01-20T15:38:00.003+08:00

Maybe not so gracious after all.

I realise one of SG's past-times is to complain about how younger people are not giving up their seats for older folks, pregnant ladies and young children.

An alarming preoccupation for Singapore, yet nobody gets off their lazy bums. Graciousness only extends to the current ongoing campaigns -- which is to clear their trays from fast food and hawker centres.

Last weekend, a wee little boy of 5 years, his mother and I were clinging on to a train railing. I was so worried that someone would accidentally step on his tiny toes. Of course, none of the young people sitting around us had offered them a seat.

When a seat was finally vacant the little boy had a chance to sit. But he got up again, so an elderly man who just boarded the train can sit down.

Resolutions for 2010

2010-01-17T09:43:00.002+08:00

I think I'm getting too old too quickly.

Perhaps working in an environment surrounded by wise older people is doing that to me. Work becomes my 24/7 preoccupation, and I'm starting to see how unhealthy that can be for someone my age. 28. This year.

I started out in a situation where I was constantly in awe with the ideas, eloquence, quick wit and stature of the four senior directors whom I work directly for. The only woman of the four -- she's just inspiring! She's a gifted writer, works efficiently from home while she takes care of her 3 beautiful girls, slim and stylish to a fault, usually in monocrome and high gladiator heels.

Many more months into the job, I'm starting to grow into my own title, space and purpose. I'm less doe eyed, and constantly "knocked" into place by my other director -- who, I think, is trying to mentor me for leadership -- that I should be "less nice, less sweet, and more ballsy". I feel like a kopi order sometimes -- "less sugar, less milk, more kao". I'm thankful that he has taken me under his wing. I'm given more opportunities, noticed more and invited to more work events meant for high level folks.

Work wise, I love my job. There, I finally found work that I love, and I don't mind being teathered to my desk. I have three varied portfolios -- speechwriting, international relations and a conference (for the Youth Olympic Games) -- each with their own demands, challenges and (yes... shallow me) bragging rights. I've also a back-to-back promotion and a raise, which is rare for an SG semi-public institution. I travel for work once every quarter. I'm one of the youngest in this rank, in a work force of over 2000 people, and in the highest office working with the President and Vice President. I should have a higher paycheck though. :P

Yet, I'm not 100% thankful as I should be. I've always had a confidence issue. A little voice tells me they made the wrong decision, that they just had no time to find someone else to take on all these portfolios, I'm not eloquent, that I'm too fat.

Before more of the self-bashing goes on, here are my resolutions for 2010:

1) For me

Quiet thinking time was one of the great things I enjoyed during university years. I used to take hour-long walks to the reserves everyday and I think about my theories, papers and lessons. I'd like to do that again. I'll take myself out for dates where it is a solitary walk in the park, reading in a cafe or even shopping by myself.

Speaking of reading in a cafe, I'll aim to read 2 books for every 3 months. I know this sounds little, but I need to make a minimum commitment, and this is it.

This March, I'll be moving into a new, although smaller home. I plan to make it my space and fill the walls with pictures and have personal touches all around.

By mid year, I will aim to put my leg around my ear, and by end year, I will be able to do the crow pose effortlessly. This is for my yoga practice.

2) For friends

I'll also aim to spend more time with my friends, whom I've neglected because of work.

This also means that I plan to host a meal at my new home, and I aim to do this every other month at the very least.

3) For work

"Pro Bono" work in terms of speechwriting consults, and/or set up a "all payment will go to charity" online speechwriting consult service.

I will also read more current affairs and opinion pieces. An enlightened speechwriter writes enlighted speeches. Also, my political science degree makes me a target for too many questions about world politics at dinners and mixers. I don't like sounding ignorant! :)

Currently, my portfolio is too varied. By the end of the year, I will choose the area where I'm most effective, and work towards obtaining a higher degree to have an area of work specialisation.

and finally,

I will start being more conscious about what I wear to work. As they say, dress for success, and I'm quite certain that dressing up will bring back the "vain" me, and help me lose weight in the long run.

tweet tweet

2009-03-18T15:33:00.002+08:00

Sorry for the lack of posts. For updates, follow me on Twitter.

no spell check

2008-12-16T16:34:00.002+08:00

I have no spell check today. Amazing how it creates a great feeling of uncertainty and caution with use of longer-than-three-syllable and mellifluous words (I had to check the latter on an online dictionary!).

Give me my spell check back!!!!!

same old, same old

2008-10-28T15:40:00.004+08:00

Same old, Same old,

"Researching" for my Chinese Opera Project, I came across this Mei Lanfang's 48 eye expressions.

Lovely, truly.

Then it struck me that Tyra Banks' 275 different ways to smile with your eyes isn't quite novel.

sliced cake

2008-10-18T12:04:00.003+08:00

Kind of people you shouldn't hire:

I was craving for a swiss roll, and Bangawan Solo has a rather good coffee flavored ones. I buy them often enough to know that they slice the cake roll for you if you request them to do so. However on this unfortunate encounter:

Me: One coffee roll. Slice it please.

BS (a rather unfortunate acronym, don't you think?): Oh. Ah? Coffee Roll?

Me: Yes (pointing at the cake rolls). Sliced.

BS: (Taking out a single piece from the other side of the fridge. Single slices not the cake roll.)

Me: No, no... This one (pointing to the whole roll).

As BS was taking out the roll, I asked her to slice the cake roll for me. BS put back the cake roll and went back to the other fridge for a single slice.

This repeated a few times more. I eventually got my cake sliced, but it sure took some patience and elaborate hand gestures.

In conclusion, (and I say this with no elitism intended)... good help is impossible to find these days.

bad people

2008-10-17T15:41:00.003+08:00

For the need of rant and short of time, let me sum it up this way.

1. Well liked team member got married overseas (it's a gay wedding, so there is some hesitancy from a few old fashion minded to "celebrate". The person is still well-liked, nonetheless)

2. No one wants to get the gift ("what do you get a gay couple?!"). Money is not a problem... but people reply sooooo slowly (we're a in different offices and time zones).

3. I volunteered (stupid me).

4. Then I found out landlord wants to sell the house. I now have a headache trying to find a new place. Fast.

5. For efficiency, I wrote to the 8 member team jokingly saying it is an "opt-out".

6. WTF. "Opt-out" created so much sensitive vibes. Trust me. If your team is a team of speechwriters, each word counts.

7. The reply I got was let's make it an opt-IN system. PLUS in the second email, I get scolded for not giving a "safer" more "sensible" option. I should not make everyone "conform". I am also irritated with how he kept referring to the wedding as the "wedding" (with inverted commas... and everywhere else including "safer", "sensible" and "conform").

8. Thank goodness come Nov 8, I no longer will be working with my old team.

9. No-balls me will be still looking for the gift. Simply cause I like the person who got married.

step one

2008-09-12T10:05:00.002+08:00

As a speechwriter, I am by default a professional and employed writer. One year into the job, and the fact is still a little hard to sink in, somehow.

FC's wedding

2008-09-08T10:30:00.004+08:00

Last weekend, I realized that you're considered a friend if you're invited to her wedding. However, you may also get to be a really good friend if she finds you special enough to include you in her sister's wedding.

I cheered for the sweet bridesmaid who walked down the isle in a bronze-hued dress.

And thanks, *Fongky for making me feel extra special.

barney gentleman

2008-08-19T09:09:00.002+08:00

My Encounter with a Gentleman on the Train

An almost elderly gentleman, quite dignified and well poised looked around him in a crowded train when the seat in front of him became vacant.

He offered the seat to a person of fairer sex nearest to him -- which thankfully happened to be me -- as should any gentleman in a crowded train. She, like any woman in high heeled shoes, silk blouse and a narrow cut skirt thankfully accepted the offer.

I looked up to thank the kind gentleman but I paused mid-sentence due to an interruption by his cell phone... which happened to ring along the tune of the well-known but not too well-liked purple dinosaur, Barney.

I still thanked the gentleman. However, I could not help but to conclude that the perfect gentleman, save for my *Gallant, is a rapidly declining and soon extinct breed.

pink and black

2008-08-05T16:20:00.001+08:00

I feel like...

Getting dressed in a blush pink dress with my lacy black stilettos.

Pictures say more than words if you pay attention

2008-08-03T11:45:00.003+08:00

http://www.dayswithmyfather.com

Sometimes, you just need to trust me on what makes a click-worthy link.

miao!

2008-07-31T11:52:00.001+08:00

A great follow up from the miserable last post:

moral outcry

2008-07-18T08:53:00.002+08:00

ROAR ROAR ROAR

I'm so pissed off and angry that such stupid, cruel, senseless people exist.

Extremely graphic. Stupid b*tch.

Kiss Kiss Kiss

2008-07-16T18:23:00.003+08:00

Kiss Kiss Kiss!

The best thing between a boy and a girl is the act of their lips touching. Yes, a kiss!

To touch lips in the form of a quick peck or a hungry slobber. To emote the feelings of adoration or appreciation, maybe even both. To say "I love you" without needing to say the words. Sometimes, I think it says even more.

The wonderful thing about getting kisses and kissing, is the that the best ones you can't really ask for. You have to sit around and let your charms work itself for you. Like falling in love, you don't really need to try hard (a kiss with good tricks, like a loving relationship, however, that needs work). A kiss is truly privileged, whether you are girl or boy.

I remember waiting around for a first kiss to happen. I remember the first time I initiated a kiss. I remember getting an unwanted kiss. Actually, twice. I know his kisses, so well known by now but still so very special. In fact, I never wish to kiss anyone else.

But kisses from a stranger did happen recently. Three times.

First kiss when I leaned in for a friendly hug.

Second kiss when I got angry and wanted to scold.

Third kiss when I was doing nothing, innocently watching telly.

These three kisses I got from a dog that we're doggy-sitting for about a month. Although full of slobber, smelling of dog and full of love. Surprisingly, it didn't lack the elements of a warm feeling, an uplifted spirit and a sense of being adored.

So to the girls visiting my place soon, be warned. You just might get a kiss from a darling boy!

Dilemma

2008-07-07T22:46:00.002+08:00

I have such an interesting problem that keeps me at work till 10.48pm. How do you spend $5million endowment money?

No boring ideas like scholarships and bursaries (that will be done, naturally). Question is, what else? Clue: it has to really do something. Make that difference.

about this boy...

2008-07-04T10:55:00.004+08:00

Rant Time

I don't think I've ever been this busy, really. It is not the same "busy" like being busy at conferencing days where if you put in hours of extra work, things will be fine. This busy is the kind where you think and think and can't think anymore. Pure metal exhaustion, that makes me feel like collapsing from the inside and possibly regretting the day I ever got my University degree that puts me here in the first place.

So here's the thing: I've got two CEOs to serve (one in-coming and the other out-going), three managers who each will never really know how much work has been assigned, two teams (the other team linked to the out-going CEO's company) and previously, two departments. I keep telling myself that things will ease and slow down soon, but "soon" is taking its time to arrive. In the meantime, I do work for each CEO, manager, team and department as if I exists for them solely.

Here's the second catch. For the first time ever (so far that I've gotten to know), I have become one of those people that you simply don't know why you hate. I'm sure you've met some people where you can't put a finger on what exactly it is that you dislike, but you sure don't like them! Not to everyone, but I can tell of two particular people who don't like me that way.

I will shamefully admit that I've been Miss Popular, Miss Student Body President, and almost the equivalent of a high school cheerleader. Being liked was not a problem at all! But I don't think it bothers me so much that they don't like me. On one hand it is confusing that I simply don't know what to do about it, but really, they make my work life miserable. And when they make work miserable, it somehow eats at my ego.

I've been in this mildly depressed state, short of crying that my world is caving in. But a bit of yoga, soon a gym membership, going for classical music concerts, lots of cooking may do the trick to increase those happy hormones, and in turn, a happy me. After all, only a couple more months to go before I no longer work with the second team.

Come end of November, it will be one CEO, one team, one department... erm, but still three managers.

Utilitarian in me

2008-06-19T13:02:00.003+08:00

Utilitarian in Me

I just read a short but very compelling (and passion-filled) argument by the head of Bio-ethics at NUS, arguing for the importance of the spirit of humanism when doctors are considering the sourcing of donor organs.

While it is one step for humanity, it may just be ten steps back for human kind.

I'm for the let-me-lighten-your-parts theory (which was the case, right before The Human Tissue Act was made a legislation). Respect for culture and rites, I get. But what you don't know won't hurt you and the late person's last act is a gift of life to another. If legality and ethics come in the way, there should be a way to make it a responsibility for everyone.

Crude explanation for my pro-organ donor position. Or take Singapore's situation where you are an organ donor, unless you opt-out. Which many people do. What a waste of precious life-saving parts.

yet lovely, doesn't exactly quite captures it

2008-06-02T10:52:00.003+08:00

Yet "lovely" doesn't quite exactly capture it

Some more-than-mere-lovely things to quickly blog-plug for the record:

1) Fongky and Piggy's Little Notes of Love

Not often do we find time to do something nice for a loved one, let alone strangers. Kudos to these everyday heroines who take a precious day off to delight society.

Reading your post, you certainly put a smile on my face and I'd like to say on behalf of all those who get your happyyellowstickynotes, "I love you too!"

2) Best.Salad.Ever for dinner

Namely, a Niçoise salad, made lovingly for two and a half (bunny gets the sans dressing version).

Individually tossed romaine lettuce, purple potato (with its own chive and Japanese mayo dressing), slightly orange boiled eggs, french beans with chilli, and flaked tuna. The salad was a pain to make but heavenly to taste.

Shall try making a cobb salad too very soon as I have this craving for avocado.

3) Also, I have baked my first batch of muffins for breakfast!

I love to sing-a

2008-05-28T09:58:00.002+08:00

I love to sing-a
About the moon-a and the June-a and the Spring-a.
I love to sing-a
About a sky of blue-a or a tea for two-a,
Anything-a with a swing-a to an I love you-a.
I love-a to, I love-a to sing!

Also, see here for grown ups a-dancing to sing-a

shut my ears

2008-05-26T20:56:00.003+08:00

Blocked, if even for a moment

Life is not looking at its best right now. I've been working 3 weeks in a row late nights, no weekends and have forgo 2 public holidays. No taxi claim even for these neverending days and nights. Time off is promised, but no time to take them! Seriously though, one or two days off for 3 weeks is no compensation!

I'm straddling three offices and handling workload from all three sides -- the outgoing and incoming Presidents, and the Development office. Only in June I will officially go under the incoming President's office... but goodness knows work from other ends will still continue until the end of the year.

I don't have time to work out and if not my waistline, my paranoia is making me think that pounds are creeping up on me - again - from all this sitting around the desk. My housemate continues to be a horror, and it is going to take me all of 2 months to finish Jung Chang's Wild Swans. I'm going through career existentialism, personal ego bruise and bashing, and taking too long a break from seeing my friends... but frankly, not really wanting to see most people as well.

Sunday was a no work day (except for 2 hours in the evening). I sprang to the chance to scrub the toilet, mop floors and wipe the dust in the bedroom. The worst thing for a neat freak to come back to after a long day of work is a dusty and messy room. Horror housemate made it worst -- big tea spills in the kitchen and stains on the dining table. I prepared lunch and dinner too on Sunday and had a long shopping trip in the market, buying fresh fruits of the season. Naturally, by 7pm, I was exhausted and wanted to sleep.

But horror housemate had to have guests over for dinner. Panic one -- mess he will leave behind. Panic two -- loud, wall piercing voices in unrecognizable languages. I guess I have no right to stop him from bringing guests, but he could have not picked a better time. I struggled and tossed involuntarily as if I was having a nightmare... thankfully soon smothered by *Gallant's strong hug and strategically placed cheek over my ear blocking up the noise, and for a moment, all my worry in the world.

We must have stayed like that for an hour or two until the rowdy crowd left us to our peace. Sigh. What I will give to get peace like that again, for good.

Tomorrow will be green

2008-05-14T10:17:00.003+08:00

Tomorrow will be Green

Barely a week ago, it was the Myanmar floods and then the massive earthquakes in China. Hurricane Katrina, boxing day Indian Ocean tsunami and the Aceh tsunami are still fresh in our minds. One generation before us, calamities as massive as these would have spread throughout a lifetime, but now in much less than a decade.

Life expectancy was raised significantly through medical discoveries. Nonetheless I do think when time comes for the end of my generation, before we can test out the latest Parkinsons or cancer miracle cures, the sudden blow of death could be earthquake, hurricane, tsunami, landslide or maybe even suicide bomber.

At times like these, I wonder why I'm in the office at late hours when life truly calls for carpe-diem more than before. It also begs thoughts about doing more than just our bit with recycling, switching off lights and using less plastic bags to urging your company/university to go green and voting only politicians who are green (two extra notes: 1) *yay* for the US senate vote to stop filling oil reserves and 2) having said that, I still won't choose Al Gore).

I still have a crush

2008-05-05T15:48:00.002+08:00

I Still Have that Crush!

I could not help checking out the breathtakingly tall, muscular and lean, grey streaked hair man at the checkout line.

He had the profile and a certain style that I have long adored in my choice of men. I thought to myself how rare men like these came along.

Turning around, it was my university professor looking right at me... dimpled eye, smiling and all. He still looks like Richard Gere... only maybe much better now. I had the biggest crush on him and years later I'm feeling wobbly in the knees again.

While I once made sure that I primmed and made proper myself before his every class and lecture, I was now with yesterday's unwashed hair, wrinkled clothing and work strained face.

We had a short but awkward conversation with me not knowing what to say and way to self conscious. That's a lesson to you all too ladies... always try to look your best at all times of the day.

Three year anniversary

2008-04-30T09:11:00.003+08:00

Only Three Years

I was sharing with a friend over a very British fare recently (you must try Monster Mash), about the matter that I live with my boyfriend and work at the same place, commute to work together for 3 hours a day and still have many lunches and dinners together (our colleagues are not necessarily our favourite people) ... I love him so much more.

There's a secret to our three-years-and-growing-stronger relationship that rests on great familiarity, being each other's best friends, liking the same conversation topics and his non-existent temper or mood swings, which I believe is essential to a great man.

I know three years may be but a few years for some. Compared to a possible lifetime together, our relationship is still infantile. Also like a child, I watch it grow, weather (small) storms, experience fun and envision its bright future.

And oh boy, do we laugh so much. Every night, almost ritually after we come home together from work, he pulls me on to our bed and gives great big tickles causing me to laugh out loud (possibly alarming my housemates... but I can't help it!).

I'm talking about big hearty laughs like the ones that you are suppose to do during laughing yoga classes... only these ones, you don't have to force it out. You laugh until your mind gets blocked from all this happiness and saps all the bad energies from a hard day at work. My *exorcist then hugs me tight after he is throughly satisfied with his tickle attack. It may have started off as carefree playtime, but soon became one one of the most important elements of my relationship -- a good laugh.

Our third year anniversary was celebrated old school style, with a dinner at a fancy restaurant. We went back to La Papillon and ditched our original plans when we found out it was Chef Anderson Ho's last night (the Chef will be going to National Museum's Muse bar-now-restaurant).

We joked about work and life, talked about the cities we will visit, pondered our futures abroad and he asked for the requisite size of the engagement diamond (answer: conspicuously large) as we slowly and sinfully went through white and red wines and 10 different dishes for our eight course meal (we usually order a degustation menu plus a recommended main dish). It would have been nine dishes... but because it was our anniversary, the Chef sent over his molten chocolate cake with an irresistible hazelnut homemade ice cream that I could not resist despite my very full stomach.

I can't imagine how my life would be without my *Gallant. I hate girls who say that and the clicheness implied. But I can't help it.

Sick in bed, sick at heart

2008-04-21T08:45:00.003+08:00

Sick (In Bed + at Heart)

Thankfully, *Gallant was there to take care of me.

I welcome distraction, friends, dinners and celebrations at gloomy days like these (and don't worry -- stomach viruses don't infect others).

And thankfully, there's a big 3 year anniversary for *D & *G in about a week's time!

housemate

2008-03-30T12:01:00.003+08:00

Housemate Horror

If I were to detail to you why my new housemate is pure nightmare, I think I would take up the entire day just chronicling the disasters of living with this half human, half pig.

I hate him based on his personality. I hate him based on how he treats his friends and other people. I hate how he is completely opposite when his girlfriend is around. I hate how he is oblivious. I hate how he is a slob, even when he tries not to. I hate his idea of having a bag of sticky sweets on his bed so he can snack conveniently when he wakes up late at night (although the last one, would effect him more than me).

Such a character truly exists -- even from centuries ago. He is the splitting likeness of Chu Pa Kai, the pig from Journey to the West. If you still don't know what I am talking about, it is one who lusts after pretty girls, despite looking the way he is (found this morning, FHM in the living room, and he proudly asked my *Gallant if he wanted to share his porn CDs). He lacks personality to make up for his loathsome ways. And he is probably the only person who can lament how he should lose weight while stuffing his face with sweet and fried treats. He lacks tact, and speaks freely from his loins and the place where a brain should have been.

Why am I grumbling? Because I can't complain out too loudly about my boyfriend's childhood friend. And to add to all this, I woke up this morning to a mess in the kitchen, and a pot full of my white fungus, with a whole pack of my rock sugar, topped off with my red dates from China. Stop using all my stuff, dammit!

P.S. Mr Possibilities and Ms Luck is tempting me. LH just told me that *Freddy (think Nightmare on Elm Street and Fred Flintstone) is considering buying his own place with his cousins.

like christmas

2008-03-28T08:06:00.003+08:00

Someone said recently I reminded her of Christmas. She's even set my number to the tune of Winter Wonderland when I call.

I don't know what she really means, but it sure sounds like one of the best compliments I've heard in a while.

I heart my birthday!

2008-03-25T07:18:00.004+08:00

I heart my birthday

This *Damsel has turned twenty and six (in the meantime, do ignore the sidebar that says twenty and five -- it might be changed soon to twenty and two).

I heart the overpriced BCBG Max Azaria dress *Gallant got for me. It fetched this very vain *Damsel compliments from my boss, friends, colleagues and even from a bunch of young female executives I do not know at the bus stop.

I heart my family, who lavished so much time and attention on us while we were visiting home (oxymoron, isn't it?) for the long weekend.

I heart my friends who took time to have dinner with me and coffee after. The conversations were a blast and a stitch at the side! I also heart those who text messaged me while I was in KL and left messages on Friendster.

Well wishes and dinner invitations also comes from two former suitors, which I no longer heart but appreciate the gesture.

I heart me. You know that's difficult for me to say. I heart my twenty and six years of living, and welcome the challenges ahead to make me even prouder when I am twenty and seven.

2008-03-18T13:08:00.002+08:00

One Liners

The building of a new university in Saudi Arabia is another major reason why I don't like George Bush.

Some people have a phantom limb. I think I have phantom bra strap -- I don't know why I'm always feeling as if they are slipping off my shoulders when I'm wearing a strapless.

Life like pictures

2008-03-10T13:56:00.004+08:00

Life like in Pictures

I love all things antiquated and sometimes wonder if life can be preserved only in its best light. Anyway, here are some blow-you-away shots of Brad and Angelina.

Link

Biggest heartbreak

2008-02-27T10:33:00.003+08:00

I may have just experienced my biggest heartache and a shattering of great hopes. At the most numbing situation, how do you hold up gracefully in the face of those who cause the pain?

And she didn't even have the courtesy to close the door.

exceptions for balloons

2008-01-30T17:38:00.000+08:00

Finally made an exception for balloons

Most of you should know I hate the rubbery balls -- especially helium ones that float and bob and fly away causing children to cry.

It got worst after watching Steven King's It. And the sound of dry skin against rubber gives me goose bumps.

But after seeing this, I think I may temporarily convert. If we can throw a party in a quiet and open field, each dressed up in dresses and suits. Then only can I imagine balloons as the perfect compliment for the serenity of the open field.

I Love You -- You can now swim with sharks

2008-01-27T11:23:00.000+08:00

I Love You! Do you need help getting into the shark tank?

Surprise, surprise... I didn't know that Singapore turns out to be one of the top ten worldwide destinations for swimming with sharks.

LH and I are usually big on gifts during special occasions, so for Valentine's day, I got him a promise ring (as he has given me one last year) and plan to surprise him with a voucher to dive with sharks at Singapore's Underwater World.

The gift symbolizes adventure, thrills and constant surprises in our relationship.

Or so I hope.

done, dusted, self conscious and back to work

2008-01-25T07:53:00.000+08:00

Done &

Dusted &

Self Conscious &

Back to Work

good speech

2008-01-24T14:03:00.000+08:00

Good Speech Test

Whenever I read a great speech, I start hearing Les Miserables "Do You Hear the People Sing" and get goosebumps.

Hmnn... all this obsession about speeches lately. Wonder if I should start calling myself a speecholic.

Little Bits

2008-01-23T15:41:00.000+08:00

Little Bits

I am reading Journey to the West and Arabic Folktales. Should be loving my assignment, but it is kinda a drag to get through the whole "journey" of 450pages (abridged version, Albert Yu).

I hear people getting proposals and getting married from all directions.

I was reading up on Edward Said's Orientalism. It described the Oriental woman as one who wants to be dominated, and exotically sensual.

*Gallant and I were not allowed to pray at the Four Faced Buddhist Temple. I wasn't a fan of joss sticks and did not wish to buy. I donated instead (but they prolly didn't see). I really think there are cases where the most religious are also the most wrongly led.

From a folklore journal, one of the most famous sayings go: "Grab a Jew by his testicles and don't let go until he agrees to become a Muslim".

A notorious Arab poet, Abu Nawas, is gay. Not only does he avoid sleeping with women, he condemns lesbianism.

Heath Ledger killed himself yesterday. Two days ago, an NUS student jumped from the 8th floor of Kuok Foundation. The press did not even say a peep and forum contributors are celebrating one PRC less in Singapore.

On a lighter note, I bought a cranberry colored vintage circa 1940s pleated dress.

It goes really well with a flowered necklace from Pilgrim (the line Liv Tyler endorsed?). This one, in Bordeaux. Pity that it costs as much as the vintage dress.

Waiting to climb that career ladder is depressing. I can't seem to find the fasttrack button.

Persepolis was a fantastic read. Can't wait for the movie.

I'm really getting more and more inspired! My memoir shall be called "B*tch: Bothered and Bewildered -- do not let the curse word distract you" (or something like that). You'd prolly only get it if you've heard the song.

New Year, New Challenges

2008-01-17T16:49:00.000+08:00

New Year, New Challenges

Lots of new developments at work. First, I get a new colleague (from Harvard -- somehow, it is a big deal for people here) then the Big Boss announces he will be going off to Saudi Arabia. All I can say (especially without getting into trouble in case some one Googles) is that while management big wigs are rejoicing -- possibly in new, higher paying roles too -- the little ones wonder what will happen to them. His driver spoke to me for more than 20 minutes when I was on my way to lunch, lamenting about what he will do next. We've been told the New Big Boss will retain us in our roles, but there is always a possibility he will not...

In about two weeks time, I will be flying off to China to see the boy's hometown and get to know him better through his native roots. All are ready: gifts, requests, tokens, foodstuff... except me! My usual salons for hair, nails, eyelash, etc are fully booked at evenings and weekends until after CNY. I've not gotten my winter clothes yet and *gee... no nice clothes and not all dolled up would not make a good first (stunning?) impression. I've not melted off those extra pounds either!

There is also the problem of the boyfriend's Valentines present... nothing yet and not at all inspired. Hmnnn... a promise ring might be good... I have not gotten one yet in return for the one he gave me. The only problem is we've been looking for one for a while and have not found anything.

Anyway, end this post, I would like to leave you a dose of airheadedness which started off my day with a laugh. She's an NUS student, and from the same faculty.

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I must be very ill-read because I don't understand what does the phrase "Founding President" mean. He founded KAUST? Does that mean he will be leave Singapore for Saudi Arabia? Puzzled.

2 Comments:

Laremy said...: Nope it just means he's the first President of the Uni.
%$#&@ said...: Oh ok... But why..? Somebody from singapore as a president of a university in SA? Does he have to fly there then...
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I'll give her some credit for the "founding president" bit. Personally, I think that may be a Singaporean thing? President Designate is so much better.

morning bus

2008-01-11T08:41:00.000+08:00

To the young lady wearing the sewage green shirt on the 95 bus @ 8.25am.

I would like for you to know, wearing that and looking unkept first thing in the morning and especially at the very start of the semester without any excuse of finals or papers is a sure recipe for a troubled working life ahead of you. You should read Oprah.com to get some tips about getting ready in the morning.

I really do not appreciate that in a very crowded bus, you shoved your leg, in between mine, to get into a space that really wasn't able to fit someone of normal size, let alone yours! Yes, I know your legs are hairy, even against my stockinged legs.

You scared many people on the bus today, when you so carelessly squeezed through closing doors. And quite dim for holding tight onto railings where the sliding doors would be when they open and shut. Twice.

And finally, please go to a manicurist if you must have long fingernails. Yours are obviously self shaped to look like arrows and in need of soap and water. I know them to be sharp and dirty, because you chose to take hold of the pole where I was unfortunately wedged against and you held the pole right where my face was at.

Thank goodness it is Friday, because I would not know how else I would have survived that 10 minutes of madness being put so intimately near you.

Higher taxes not necessarily a bad thing

2008-01-09T11:45:00.000+08:00

Higher Taxes, Better Life

Just a very random thought on death and taxes. LH and I were just watching parts of Michael Moore's Sicko (parts of, because it is really to one's own peril to hang onto Moore's every word).

The parts on French and British healthcare, and how medical care and laws extensively protects its own people was a version of modern day Eutopia! Medical facilities are up to standards, and if you get seriously ill, you don't have to get too bothered about the costs, and the government makes sure you get your wages. Benefits extend on to women (and as Hilary Clinton so beautifully put it: to value women's unique abilities to bear children) and education. I don't know if it is true, but I certainly hope it is true!

Benefits are afforded through higher taxes. In Asia, we deplore the idea of taxes, and at best, the government can have some CPF/EPF, as long as we get it back in the old age. But imagine this -- We save, mostly because we want to afford education and healthcare if something goes terribly wrong. If the government takes good care of education and healthcare, our concerns are only to pay for homes, cars, and vacations. You have to admit it... almost everyone has a tendency to spend most of what they own, and then borrow some more! Unlike so many Singaporeans/young couples we see today, there is no need to be bound to loan after loan. My university loan, for one, seems to take forever to pay off!

Sounds good, doesn't it?

Happy 2008

2008-01-01T09:38:00.000+08:00

A Very Good Year

Happy New Year! Last night was something different for this three year couple -- we did not go anywhere to party or to a ridiculously crowded town centre. Instead, we stayed home and had our own countdown marked by the tinkle of our wine glasses against each other, watched fireworks from our 15 storey bedroom window and listened to old jazz pieces. Staying at home is definitely better for this when-people-become-like-ants fearing couple. Perhaps next year, you can expect a new year's party with poppers and champers and all.

My only resolution for 2008 is for it to top last year. At a glance, resolutions fulfilled from recent past was only getting a brand new job and promises like loosing weight, more confidence, saving money etc etc are renewed year after year without much success!

*Gallant and I each shared why it was a very good year. I thought I'd give another version too here:

New job that I throughly enjoy (no more IQPC!)
Moved in with the boyfriend
We met each other's families and relatives
Went to Europe -- London, Paris, Brussels, Barcelona, Nice, Monte Carlo, Venice and Rome (flickr set finally ready for viewing)
Went to Vietnam

I also bought a pretty trench coat from DKNY. I would be more excited if not for my conscience nagging at the price tag.

In the long term, I have:

Definite career plans and direction
Want to travel and work in places around the world
Doing my masters

And to start off my new year, here are the photos long promised from the May 2007 trip to Europe. Perhaps next year, I'll post the Vietnam ones!!

Goodbye Saigon, KL, Hello Singapore and 2008

2007-12-27T20:42:00.000+08:00

Goodbye Saigon, Goodbye Kuala Lumpur
Hello Singapore, Hello 2008

I'm back from KL and with massive food poisoning. I guess the nasi lemak (plus 6 other side dishes) for dinner did not survive the long bus ride and is not an idea for recycling. For what it is worth, dinner was delicious.

The 2 day trip back home was a full week's worth of activity. I reunited with family members, and I bought enough things to fill up two whole racks in our cupboard of gifts for *Gallant's family when we visit Shanghai next year. Gifts include an elegant one-piece hand carved walking stick for his grandfather; diabetic jams, biscuits, vanilla powder, chocolate, etc for his grandmother; Malay inspired batik, tudung saji and wayang kulits; and all types of rempahs for them to try out Malaysian style cooking. From Saigon, gifts include large replicas -- all hand painted, all-year lanterns and Saigon coffee. We'll still need to get some M&S bath sets, story books for cousins, food stuff gift baskets and his-her watches for his maternal grandparents 45 year anniversary.

Saigon was beautiful. Others may say it is incomparable, but to give those of you who have not been to this city yet, I feel it is like Penang in flavour, Thailand minus tourist and Sarawak in its development. Motorcycles swarm the streets, practically outnumbering cars by about 30 to 1 and the city is just full of the nicest, most hospitable people down to the lady selling hot egg-rolls at the market. It was sweltering heat, and you risk your life crossing the street each time but it is worth it for a bowl of simple, but hearty pho noodles.

At Saigon, I saw the a Chinese temple with the most character, witnessed a Caodai prayer and climbed down the Cu Chi tunnels that played a significant part in the Vietnam War. This was also the closest encounter I had with Communism style feminism I've read from text books -- to see this alive in the propaganda, women soldiers in the museums and videos, and of course, so many women working the streets and holding their right as equals. It is definitely a different culture and respect for women we see here than in Malaysia in general. Other than his and her toilets, there was no further separation necessary.

Love was also evident in the young Vietnamese. Never have I seen a lovers park more deserving of its name. Although you do not see couples holding hands or kissing anywhere else in Vietnam, it is unmissable in a very friendly, affectionate and warm population.

Overall, it was a fantasitc visit to Saigon, worthy of a 'wow' and with nice travel-mates like *Fongky and *Jules (well, it would have been nicer if he was not grumpy and sarcastic at times). Makes me look forward to visiting, seeing and loving more of Asia in the near future.

Truffles and More

2007-12-14T15:36:00.000+08:00

Truffles and More

It may have been almost two weeks gone by, but I still have the taste of truffles lingering on my tastebuds. I had my maiden experience with black autumn truffles -- shaved on a subtle cream based angle hair pasta, with perfectly grilled tiger prawns -- at Le Papillon. I sent my compliments to the chef through the head waiter.

I honestly had set my expectations high. So many had raved about truffles and it was more than a pinch at the pocket at S$60 a serving. I did something quite nerdy too in anticipation -- I googled for truffles, hoping to get a literary preview of what people said of tasting these rare tubers. Nothing but unsubstantiated raves, I'm afraid.

We went on a relatively non-crowded evening to this small and cozy cafe. Not many other patrons, hence not much cooking needs to be done. But the dining area was filled with a strong musk of truffles (we discovered later only three people were having truffles but it was strong enough to cover the room). When my dish finally came, I could confirm the smell earlier and each bite was sinfully-heavenly. It was earthy, it was rich and it felt warm. When you factor in the anticipation, it was almost intoxicating. I just did not want to talk anymore (an activity I really enjoy at dinner, mind you) and did not feel like sharing either! I did not know whether it was the ingredient or the chef, but I could give up half a lifetime of Penang hawker food if I could have truffles every now and then.

Truffle oil is hardly a comparison or even a mere suggestion for truffle slices. It is not yet a full blown craving, but I do hope to be experiencing them soon again during my Saigon trip, or with some persuasion to the beau for another romantic dinner involving French cuisine.

The past weeks have also been interesting for the Singapore Writers' Festival. It was fun meeting the people behind pens, and for seeking inspired new reads. Being at the right place at the right time, I had a 20 minute *tête-à-tête with a once controversial, great writer. I was a little stumped at introductions, but I finally went with "aspiring speech writer -- currently in training". Goh Poh Seng, unlike his rather intimidating form with the younger writers and usual SG crowd who could not ask intelligent questions, said most modestly that it is most challenging to write for others. He wished me good luck and then asked who my *clients were (!). In a joking tone, he had also warned me that speechwriting is not at all going to be like what I envisage from the West Wing. We carried on to talk about Malaysia and about Penang. He misses the food and I my family. But how I wished I could have this conversation many years after -- when I am possibly more established and possibly have read some of his work. In the meantime, I could have been another one of those lousy question ask-ers.

But I think the most exciting joint experience for Jules and myself would be asking Tan Twan Eng to autograph our books. First up was a very gushy me (*Jules, perhaps it wasn't Eng's popularity, but rather, I find him cuter and more charming each time I see his picture) asking to autograph Julian's coffee stained book (my fault). He noted something along the lines of "coffee stains ease the pains". I'm sorry but I still don't get that. Do you? And in the second book for *Winky, he signed "don't let *Damsel spill coffee on this book".

For *Jules too he must have had a good time. We believe the love of his life should have the form, talent and charm of the very lovely Ms Madeleine Thien of the book, Certainty.

For my short sessions there also, I think I've learned invaluable lessons about writing and the passion for writing. First, I really am not reading as much as I need to be, and second, rewriting/revision needs to be a joy rather than the pain it is right now. And it a most twisted, unexpected yet crystal clear outcome, is that I think I am ready to go back and do my masters now.

As for Tan Twan Eng's book... it really would be a highly recommended book by me. Heck, it could easily be one of my shortlists of sorts. When a key character died and left a letter, I was tearing in the midst of a crowded train. Waterworks part two almost happened at the death of my other favorite character. *Jules may have complained about too many akido references, but it adds richly to the story and does not distract. It was a combination of story line, very strong characters (one writer at SWF pointed out, if you know your character well, we don't have to say things like "her favourite colour is pink", etc) and beautiful culture. Nonetheless, it wasn't always that combination I look for -- historical novels are sometimes a bore, and I am sometimes airhead enough to want to know her favourite colour. And for those who know me, I almost always want a female protagonist or a female author. What was Eng's winning quality, really, was his ability to say precisely the scene, the emotion and the subtext all in very few words. I kinda think the beauty of Mandarin is like that (precisely a word for each little nuance) and not at all like my lengthy rambling in today's carefree writing (unedited!!!).

the wedding dress

2007-12-12T16:31:00.000+08:00

Wedding Dress

No intention of freaking the boy out, but I actually went looking for a wedding dress online. There is no use asking or guessing why. It is prolly just a girl thing.

Vintage Wedding Dress

When I finally walk the isle, I want to wear this. Recreating it would be great fun in itself and I envisage a whole Audrey Hepburn looks-simple-but-took-a-lot-of-effort grace to it.

Lady AP

2007-12-05T16:54:00.000+08:00

Lady of the Manor: Adventures of Agent Provocateur in the morning

*Click* here. Right now. Do as I say or prepare to be whipped.

=) I doubt I'm very effective as a dominatrix. But do go see. I wish more advertisement are as creative and titillating as this (of course, spare it from work hours and if kids are around!)

And Maggie Gyllenhaal, from Secretary, as Lady AP? Yum!

No need for ceremony!

2007-12-04T17:35:00.000+08:00

A Different Kind of Green Grass

Today, I really am starting to wonder where is worst. The old job had not a single care for values but gave me so much freedom to just get the job done.

This new one is all about ceremony. While I celebrate the fact that I'm finally in a task where I explore my creative side -- I am really tired by the CC protocol of emails, constant agonizing of tone of the emails to colleagues, hierarchy matters, utter disregard for timelines (guessing games, more like it -- you finish it when I think you should, or in Big Boss' case, when I decide I need it), uptight PAs, and CIA-level secrecy and how you have to be hushed a million zillion times if you're told something. People here speak in code and expect you to read their minds. How can the creative side flourish like that lah I ask you! To those who think working *here is an easy, nurturing environment -- boy, are you wrong.

I'm already a superbly paranoid, hyper sensitive person. Under this congested situation my levels of hypersensitivity and paranoia are off the charts. Perhaps this is a day worse than others, but gosh am I perturbed!

Then again, I have not cried a single time compared to my last *master. I guess that must be a good sign.

Dinner for two

2007-11-29T09:41:00.000+08:00

Would You Like to Have Dinner with Me?

Tonight, *Gallant and I are going on a date. Yes, a date date. Because we have not done so in a while.

It involves dressing up -- with eyelash curlers and pantyhose, plus his good shoes and a store bought masculine scent.

It also involves flowers, prolly champagne and feeding off each other's forks from dainty French courses (We're going to La Papillon, btw).

Yes, it is sweetly sick enough to make you hurl *grin* but all necessary for courtship and to keep one's relationship fresh, alive and exciting.

Saigon!

2007-11-21T16:14:00.000+08:00

Hi guys,

I'm at work but I thought I would sneak in a couple of words. Been looking for a place to stay during the Saigon trip. Something about Madam Cuc's Hostel is inviting and has this "must go" sense about it. And if it was good enough for Michael Caine...

Yes, I do know it is now Ho Chi Minh, but I really prefer calling it Saigon. I will be going there this mid December for a 5 day holiday with Jules and Fongky.

In any case, I think I can stay anywhere as long as someone gets me to a holiday ASAP.

I'm also reviewing a web application for work. Have submitted my report (no go for a company endorsement) but as a freeware, I don't mind personally endorsing it to you today. Hopefully, some karma points will be redeemed when you go visit www.hyperwords.net.

Its a cool tool where with a click of your right mouse over your choice of any highlighted words, you can get Google, Dictionary, Flickr, Facebook, convert money, translate words and more. Pity that it is only limited to Firefox and it can clutter up your right click if you're too lazy (like me) to go customize what you want.

And finally, look at this very nice "rainbow maker". Would love to get one for myself, but the wall to ceiling windows in my office is too far away. You could make a great Christmas gift out of this one.

Hmmm. I wonder if I can send hyperwords to friends as a Christmas gift?

Over and out.

twelve years

2007-11-20T17:08:00.000+08:00

twelve years

Things are going to get a lot more interesting soon. The boss has decided to work on a book of legacy called "twelve years" for publication -- a collection of speeches, ideas and hopes.

For those of you who know of my retirement plans to write biographies, please join me in an indulgent *yippie*.

Daulat Tuanku!

2007-11-20T12:49:00.000+08:00

Daulat Tuanku

Firstly, I thought it was rather amusing that the Noble Prize website has a games link. For me, it wasn't exactly the most suitable, but I guess it is one way to capture the attention of the young with such interactivity.

Nonetheless, what I came across today is really something. Can someone please draw the line at games at Malaysia's monarchy website?

Beowulf

2007-11-19T16:25:00.000+08:00

Beowulf

I'm unabashed about my love for *tasteful gore and glory. 300 was a fantastic movie, I'm starting to play Hellgate, and LH and I watched Beowulf last weekend. What I detest, of course, is *distasteful gore -- like horror flicks (don't go into the basement!).

Don't know why this movie in particular. Maybe because I gave the Polar Express a miss (similar animation style). Maybe Neil Gaimon and his take on this epic poem. Maybe it was because I stumbled across so many reviews.

The strangest thing is that the reviews were all BAD, or at least mediocre, and I still wanted to go. I guess it helped lower expectations for me and I fairly enjoyed it. I can't tell whether to say "see it" or "forget it", but maybe this review would help. Spoilers are involved, but hey, it is a story that has been told before so do you really need to hide from who dies when?

I'm just amused at the moment about how the Singapore audience, like the European audience went "huh" at the old-English parts (as spoken by Grendel). Totally incomprehensible! I guess what helped was LH translating with the Chinese subtitles.

Did you miss thanksgiving?

2007-11-15T14:27:00.000+08:00

Did you Miss Thanksgiving Dinner?

Here's a drool-worthy slide show from the New York Times online with 17 mouth watering pictures of thanksgiving feast. Recipes are included too.

Jules -- would this tempt us into having a Christmas dinner for friends soon?

post SOUA

2007-11-14T17:18:00.000+08:00

Today, Channelnewsasia.com reports on its "Asia Pacific" website news about China -- Recycling condoms as cheap hair bands.

"People could be infected with AIDS, (genital) warts or other diseases if they hold the rubber bands or strings in their mouths while waving their hair into plaits or buns," the paper quoted a local dermatologist who gave only his surname, Dong, as saying.

Really makes you wonder where it is they get these used condoms and what kind of business plan went through to approve this sort of idea.

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Have just finished SOUA 07. A mad rush of writing, powerpoint, and massive re-editing for four days. But the rush and hard work was, in a way, good for me -- I've enjoyed the great teamwork, knowledge gained, and adrenaline rush.

But before I could even get some proper sleep, more work crops up. Sigh... updates coming soon.

Ooo baby.... Satin Pumps!

2007-10-29T20:11:00.000+08:00

Oooo nice... Addison Satin Ballet Pumps

I'm really having a hard time lately with clothes. Nothing from Mango and Zara or what not shops inspires anymore! Until I popped by at Banana Republic last weekend. It was the classy look I seek for work (have been layering sweaters and lacy blouses lately. Pity we only had 10 minutes before we had to run off for our movie.

I fell for these. Addison satin ballet pumps. Something about those cupcake pleats in duchesse satin won me over and had me dreaming about them since! And to slip into them was light and practically molded into these soles as if it were second skin.

And that look... the one with a three quarts sweater, turtle neck over a long sleeved shirt? I just saw a version in a magazine that was with a sheer long sleeved blouse. It was lovely and even better! *sigh.

I think I might just go splurging next weekend!

Forwards and Backwards

2007-10-29T14:05:00.001+08:00

More Indications of a Forwards-backwards Society

Firstly, it was the great housing plans, known as the HDB. Today, prices for rental can take up to a third of your salary. So much for attracting foreigners to this work-rental trap-crap.

Paying for rent is as much as paying for housing loans. It was something we considered (buying a place and paying it off like paying rent) but that would mean *LH and I would have to marry just for a roof over our heads because the govt only sells HDBs to married PRs if you are non-citizens.

Society was all about sex education and prevention. But heck, I can't even buy my birth control pills without checking with a doctor. I'm having to justify my menstrual regulating problem to the GP, who gave me really suspicious questions that poke right into my sexual activities -- only upon his satisfaction, 'granted' me a meeting with a NUS medical policy approved O&G. I can't imagine what a (legal) teen would have to go through to get pills for *non-medical reasons!

Today, I lost my last packet of pills. Due to the lack of O&G practitioners, I have to wait patiently till next Monday for a consultation. I challenged the protocol bound receptionist: "what about side effects", and without any hesitation or clarification, she asked me to abstain from any sex!

Birth control pills, should be available at pharmacy shelves, like condoms.

That, btw, says another thing about gender equality.

Art of Yawn

2007-10-24T11:59:00.000+08:00

Art of Yawn

In her new job, *Matahari claimed to have mastered yawning with a closed mouth. I, on the other hand, have perfected the soundless yawn.

Coffee and croissants

2007-10-16T09:12:00.000+08:00

Un croissant, s'il vous plait

Not a bad morning so far. Strolled into office in good time with a double shot macchiato and a fresh baked butter croissant. If I miss being in Europe so much, at least I will make do with a French breakfast.

Dad has been accidentally calling me, very often, from Malaysia yesterday. He's proudly informed his girl that he has her now on his speed dial. Really, my dad does not call me enough!

So, what spoils a great day? Well, the landlord has decided to up the rent by almost double because of the property market. And the darn Singapore Law has little regard for the protection and rights of the tenant -- so reflected in the contract that has me inconveniently homeless soon lest I agree to pay the exorbitant hike. I guess I will have to move, but I really feel bad for *Jules who has to also move just after half a year of staying in AMK.

School of Athens

2007-10-15T11:04:00.001+08:00

I'm working on boss' presentation slides to be shown at Beijing University, and offers a comparison of Western and Eastern universities and their arts, sciences and cultures.

I was looking through images and was reacquainted with pictures of Raphael's frescoes (especially the School of Athens), the mighty statues, imposing architecture and beautiful tapestries. Pictures do no justice to the real images seen in Europe. Can't wait for the chance to go again. Fongky, lucky you!

24, not 25,,,

2007-10-05T10:30:00.002+08:00

D'oh

So at the end, I managed 25 sweets, 25 toy soldiers, $25 worth of phone card credit (so he can speak to his family, on me) and 25 utility hooks (because our stuff -- eg, clothes, towels and keys all get thrown randomly around at his place).

Only problem was, he is 24 this year, not 25. Boy, did he have a good laugh.

And at the cake shop, I had somehow, unwittingly requested for 21 candles.

How Old, Again?

2007-10-03T15:22:00.000+08:00

Dear *Gallant,

Happy Birthday! Enclosed with love are 25 paper clips for your notes, 25 toffees for a candy jar on your desk, 25 instant mix beverages to quench late hour thirsts and 25 multi coloured pens for your stationary needs.

Btw, how old did you say you are today?

Love,

*Damsel

I'm splurging on dinner at Lawry's (two, hundred dollar steaks, plus taxes!) and tickets for Bangkok, canceled with no refunds because he couldn't get a visa (Singapore PR application reasons). With no time to spare for shopping, I might just have to raid the co-op near my office.

elite

2007-09-25T20:38:00.000+08:00

In Defense of All Fine Things in Life like Wine, Opera, Black Tie, Foie Gras and Classical Music

And for that matter of fact, even air travel. Budget airlines are simply a bane, taking the luxe out of air travel.

Yes, it does seem like I will be launching into a defense for elitism or the snotty. But before you think the worst of me without a chance for defense, let me just say sum it up how *LH sees me seeing my point of view: Applauding elitist actions and notions, but not at all at any level, of whom you may call an elite. For instance, although more travel is made possible with budget fares, I hate it for the lack of service, lowered standards and how it does not feel as special, now that everyone can fly.

I feel it really doesn't matter that certain things are ascribed to only small groups or small quantities or to a minority. Just like how 'elite' is described, it refers to what is precious or the best, as agreed upon by the consensus of most people.

"The winners write the history". I believe it is their prerogative. Standards are not God-set, because there really is no divine way of that manifesting and therefore can only be man's construct.

And in a world without standards, categories or labels, we might go bland with ignorance, having nothing as a guide - the good standards will be nothing to be achieved, and the bad standards will not be there for you to have personal vehemence.

Sure... let there be silly standards with this equation that is far too liberal. Let there be discriminating ones. The discerning (and if I'm in this line of argument already) and deserving ones who understand its meaning will judge the truth for themselves. It can get ridiculous, but definitely fun. Question is, how do we rise above it?

Next stop... Sweden

2007-09-25T09:51:00.000+08:00

Next Stop. Sweden.

I was staring out of the bus window on the way to work. Sure, new page in life with a new job. Barely a month. Don't get me wrong because I really do like my new job. But the surroundings are the same. People the same. All *same-same.

I asked *LH if we'll be "getting out of here soon?".

"Yeah. How about Sweden? After my PhD."

Mind games

2007-09-23T16:33:00.000+08:00

Look who's coming for dinner!

How really, can we truly, absolutely and positively know who he'd invite for dinner. Specifically, which three people from history he'd want to be there?

The speechwriting team (btw, is called P.I.E. - stands for 'passion', 'imagination' and 'enthusiasm') was to come up with his replies for a magazine's backpage interview. Other than the Tuesdays with Morrie-style question, we had as well "your favorite songs on your i-Pod/MP3".

You might say, "ask him". But that really wasn't an option for us. Our CEO calls us for meetings or emails us for suggestions, but never from our end.

PIE is going with Alfred Nobel, Albert Einstein and Lei Dai Soh (Cantonese storyteller) - examples used from our previous speeches which he had suggested or approved. But we're going to say "forget it" to the question about which songs he would like.

Me, personally? I think I would like to invite Gandhi, Sinatra, and Rousseau. They will make quite a peculiar dinner crowd but one-on-ones would be fantastic. I would never, however, invite Nietzsche, Confucius, any of the Popes, country western singers or Kant. Those I have enough trouble admiring from afar.

shoulder to fall on

2007-09-20T10:58:00.000+08:00

It is still a shock to my system, having to wake at 5.30am, leave by 6.30am and be at work by 8.00am (I know I'm *loony, but I like to start the day a little earlier, and have breakfast at the desk as I prepare for the day ahead).

It is blissful, being able to fall on his shoulders on the long ride to work. Should my head fall forward in gravity or motion, he gently catches me and sets me back in my path of snoozing.

It is assuring, that he will watch with me over an hour worth of Animaniacs, Pepe Le Pew and Millie & Buttons on You Tube just to see me amused rather than to amuse himself (because cartoons don't do a thing for him).

And so because, I will be at my happiest to buy him that hundred dollar steak at Lawry's when his birthday comes. I love my man.

Speech writer

2007-09-13T19:40:00.000+08:00

Speech writer

One of the golden rules about speech writing, is that you never complain that your boss does not do it himself or actively publicize the fact that you are a speech writer. Simply because, it's a speech writer's job to write speeches for other people.

But ah well, it's my blog and I say what I want. I am officially a speech writer, but I'm totally fine with the need for others to hire other people to write their speeches.

Today was horrible and I took for the team and boss. We had to use a personal story, much to the dissatisfaction of the third party. Wasn't that she outrightly said 'no', but that she was uncomfortable.

And darn it... if it wasn't the case that she is so *popular in this instance, or that her story relates completely to the theme of our message, we wouldn't have *used her.

Now, I feel uncomfortable too. Maybe a night's rest and I will be able to think of a way to achieve those so called win-win situations.

Some minor changes in me...

I find that I'm now a much more patient person, working in a super detail oriented job and slow paced environment.

I now type two spaces after each period, as per speech writer's protocol.

I now have the urge to speak and write in Singlish, given the uptight language we use all the time here.

I have a strange urge to want to find out more about famous speech writers... and I'm going to look out for Peggy Noonan's books (Reagan's speech writer).

Update: We did manage to find something else to say about her after all - O.D.

seven days, three months, one year

2007-09-09T21:55:00.000+08:00

Seven Days, Three Months, One Year

My first few days at IQPC, one of the senior directors called me in for a meeting. He says, the meeting will be about the most important challenge I have to get through, working for the company.

Not quoting directly of course, but he says: "Seven days, is about getting used to work, colleagues and the company's dynamics. You'll be asking if you like it and how you'd fit in."

"At three months, you'll start wondering if you're proving your worth for the company and if the company is the right place for you."

"One year, you'll consider your future and where this job has been taking you so far."

Thing in common, for these three important days is that you'll be considering quitting the job. He's right. I quit IQPC, slightly over the one year mark.

And he's also right on a second count... I'm feeling career existential woes, over my current job.

It's a s-l-o-w pace over here. There's tonnes of bureaucracy (for instance, a thank you letter to a VIP needs the input of five parties) and extremely detail oriented. It's amazing how many layers and levels we have to examine every single theme, message, line, word and tone. I'm afraid it takes quite a lot of getting used to... and on slow(er) days can border on plain boring.

But at times like these I have to recall the advice again. 7-3-1. It's times where you'd consider quitting... but really it's just a kind-of career quitting clock ticking. The question is just how to get out of it.

It's a great learning experience. I'm surrounded by people with immense stores of experiences and credibility. My immediate manager is a Harvard alma mater, and I'm working with professionals from all major fields - political science, economics, history and sciences - to think of themes and stories to tell in our communications.

So there will be a lot of catching up and a lot of learning. Didn't realize it would be this difficult (or so boring on slow days).

After all, this is what I've asked for!

A moment to be sober

2007-09-02T15:39:00.000+08:00

A Moment for Sobriety

Maybe too often I'm a case of lost confidence, or can't take a minute for self congratulatory thoughts. If anything, I'll credit good luck and welcome more prosperity first. It's about time I say "good for me!".

I've been all smiles and happy thoughts for the new job, starting tomorrow at NUS. It feels good. *wink* Thanks for the well wishes.

I will be part of the team to manage communications for the office of the President, and given my own portfolio to help position the figurehead for fundraising purposes to potential donors. NUS alone has raised $970 million in endowments and donations last year and all this goes to research, students and bringing up the standards of 'quality education'. Quite often I get a little shiver wondering if they have hired the right person for the job. I'd be working hard to make sure I prove them right!

One year in the working world and time passes very quickly. Tracing back my career path, less than a month from my final exams I got a job as a conference producer. I've raised close to half a million in gross profits through my conferences, as well as established a strong portfolio name. Halfway, Red Dot Museum gave me an offer as a trends analyst but I refused. My offer from NUS came exactly two weeks from leaving IQPC, and I accepted, despite my old company giving me a very attractive retention package including a promotion to General Manager, as well as salary increment. I've also had offers from a competitive conference company to join them.

In the past year also, I've been on a three week vacation to Europe. I've never felt more in-love, secure and stable in a relationship. And I have a great place I call home... marble floors with plaster ceilings and a great housemate to boot.

Even my skin has gotten better, with my new product and facial investment in Leonard Drake. *hehe.

But of course, nothing is perfect. The bank statement could always be healthier and I will never be model size. I guess there will always be problems when you're like me... full of anxiety, paranoia and small-worries-blown-big type of gal. It's an addictive path of self-pity and doubt.

I want to remember is to cut myself some slack sometimes, take a bow when credit is due and be more confident.

Nonetheless, don't come reminding me about this post when you see the next time Oriental Damsel publishes a self wallowing post!

In any case, here's my career plan that I'd like to achieve in a lifetime:

1. Get into the communications field (check)
2. Do a masters in communications or journalism
3. Write or manage communications for an established magazine like Times or Newsweek
4. Get into publications field
5. Write and publish biographies

eployment

2007-08-29T22:16:00.001+08:00

I've got it! I'm back again in the workforce... heheh.

A little glimmer of opportunity

2007-08-28T15:00:00.001+08:00

A Tiny Glimmer of Opportunity

NUS called me this morning, (hopefully) for the last round of interview. I must admit it is getting tiresome should they continue to meet up with me for intense philosophical/strategy questioning sessions and more writing tests. I don't mind the discussions and the people are lovely - but not in a situation where I should feel tested. Under extreme pressure, I have to recall Amartya Sen, Samuel Huntington and specifics from Thomas Friedman.

The director has mentioned that they just wanted to go through some "new-developments" for the portfolio I am applying for before giving me the offer. I guess I shall take that as a good sign.

I pray all goes well tomorrow. It's been a long process from start till now... a whole 6 weeks!

And I can't wait to get out of unemployment!

great people

2007-08-27T16:52:00.000+08:00

What makes a great man great?
(or woman, for that matter)

I love watching The West Wing. Actors have a fast pace of witty lines, and can recall varied facts and figures. I also love the fact that so many jargons and technicalities from university political philosophy days are being used. Sort of makes me feel as if there was a real-ness to what was being studied, rather than just pure theory.

Or maybe theory is still just theory. But a life being able to strategically make decisions on a wide range of society influencing policies, improving healthcare, declaring wars and irradiacating poverty must do a lot on one's consciousness for living - having such importance of existence.

I do crave limelight. Not the Mariah Carey way. Not to say that my name is to be known or to be uttered by everyone but to just be close enough to power and influence decisions even if it is to the smallest social detail or liking.

Only a small percentage of capable people exist in the world. Spectacular individuals are less, and growing fewer over time.

I'm not one of the *extraordinary people out there. And this very thought saddens me so. I mean, Mahatma was going on hunger strikes, here I am cooking dinner parties. I'm more selfish than selfless. More glamour than *dirty work.

And other than sacrifice, there is so much self doubt on ability. While writing would be a major skill set required for my career goals, am I really able to write clearly and well enough? Passion and performance are not exactly always linked in a person.

Of course there will be critics, and of course there is always a way (in this case, self training and practice... or maybe even a course on writing). It is the 'hard' that makes it great. And dreams often don't come handed to us on a silver platter.

But I often wonder if the great men & women had it this hard. To be more precise, I doubt any are as indecisive, not confident, all-talk-no-action (because I simply don't know what next!) like me.

Recently, I heard of a friend's friend who quit her job to intern (for free) at a unknown free-magazine. According to the friend, she was doing so to pursue her dream to write. Three months later and no offer from the under publicised free-magazine, she had to take the next best offer to do administrative work at a totally unrelated field, simply because it is the only option left. From no-pay to under-paid.

I wish I knew this friend's friend well enough to tell her what a silly idea that was, interning when you have already graduated and at an unknown institution at that.

I wished there was a critic-o-matic to assess my career plans too. Silly or realistic?

Due to unconventional ties with my parents (they don't know I'm unemployed), a boyfriend who I now view as supportive rather than an unbiased critic, and friends who I can now predict their answers rather than to get a fair assessment... I really must say I don't know.

So blind hopes lead me and I wish there was a sign to measure future success (I also wonder if I would feel better if I hear from a fortune teller, saying I had a good career in front of me?).

molten chocolate cake

2007-08-26T23:24:00.000+08:00

*Jules and I Baked Molten Chocolate Cakes

Photography credit: *Jules

Mild Panic Attacks

2007-08-23T11:12:00.001+08:00

Mild Panic Attacks: Anxieties from the State of Joblessness

So here's the reality of my jobless situation: I've a relatively unhealthy balance in my bank account (never really have been the saving sort), have rent and university loans to pay, living expenses including fixed facials and waxing sessions I've regrettably committed to, and have two vacations with airline tickets already bought but no independent means to pay for the vacation.

Here's the reality of the job market situation for me: I'm extremely picky with my next vocation, not motivated to send out streams of resumes (since one week of unemployment, I've sent out 2 resumes grand total!) and no one will be paying me as well as the previous job.

Penniless (thank goodness boyfriend loans exist), and falling into the lifestyle of a domestic homemaker no one will blame me for having panic attacks every now and then. I know I will never find employment if I keep this up!

The only relief is that I never have to go back to IQPC.

quit IQPC

2007-08-18T23:36:00.000+08:00

100

My one-hundredth post and possibly the most shocking thing I've ever done.

I've quit my job.

Officially, as of August 15, I am jobless! Yup... no other job yet.

I'm often asked how I feel right now. Well, excited and nervous. With sporadic bursts of panic attacks.

But I'm thrilled. No regrets at all. Not even when the MD asked me to consider a promotion to be the general manager for the training department (the crazy offer is a story for another day).

And I'm taking my time to pursue the next step and discover what's good for me... you know, spiritually and overall wellbeing. That kinda stuff. =)

To tell you the truth, I'm still a little overwhelmed by this decision. I'm still hoping what I've done is still the most rational decision. There will still be jitters till I get to settle down in that close-to-dream-job at a major local institution or MNC.

In the meantime, I'm at home playing house-keeper. I'm cooking complicated dinners that require marinating, chopping and dressing up plates. I'm preparing for a major interview with NUS on Monday (that will be my 3rd interview) and I'm reading up books on how to improve my writing.

Most important, I am looking after myself. Getting enough sleep, some exercise and me-thinking time to reflect upon the past and the future.

If you're ever around Ang Mo Kio, do give a shout any time of the day.

Career Path

2007-06-23T11:20:00.000+08:00

Could this be it?

All the messy parts and pieces fitted so nicely together in an emotional conversation with *Gallant last night. I was all practically shouting and semi-drunken, frustrated on the fact that I've been miserable at my current job and not knowing what to do next.

The past few weeks since I've came back from Europe was full of career 'existentialism'. Feeling wrecked and without spirit, and facing each day with reluctance of going to work. Meeting up with friends or talking felt as if a put on as this bad weight was heavy on the back of the mind.

Last week, I've been taken to dinner and offered another job (one I didn't interview for, I must say) by the *Pope.

I really couldn't find anything more perfect than to call him the *Pope! His job offer was of so many promises and miracles it should be a religion in itself. Job scope wise, it is still conferencing but with flexible timing, any choice of topic, CSR, free tickets for students and charities and even a sideline business where money was channeled specifically for community projects. Pay wise, I was to ask for any amount, as long as I gave a profit return of more than 400% my pay, which is not a problem considering I deliver much more for the current company and can ask for a region between $4K and above. Any access of the profits, 30% will be returned. And the small team the *Pope has is made out of the best from the current company - he brought over some of the best sales, operations and production staff.

It really was a relatively uncomfortable dinner for me. As *Lala femme said over sangrias last night, I must be nuts not to take it up. And the *Pope and I have been friends so we were trying to have this business discussion and have some casual conversations as well (that otherwise wouldn't go so well in a business dinner). At one part, we started singing from the Animaniacs because he found an old CD with all the songs. On the other hand, this would mean a wonderful working relationship.

But the *Pope was understanding. Throughout dinner, we've talked about career choices and we talked about our ambition and goals in life. As a child I wanted to write cartoons and sitcoms. As a teenager I wanted to write stories about my oh-too-typical-to-believe Chinese family. As a 16 year old I wanted to be the editor of newspapers or magazines. At university I wanted to be a reporter and journalist. I loved my role as editor-in-chief of NUSSU Publications. I didn't see how these were so intrinsically related until the *Pope managed to get that all out of me, but the end was that he assures me that a job at his company will always be there and I need to go chase my dreams.

The other turning point was with *Lala femme. I did a back track of what I wanted in the future. *Baby Boss (direct manager at work) has retirement plans for a rich life with an ice cream stand on the beach. Conferencing would be perfect for her to go gather money. As for myself, I want to write biographies when I retire.

It is definitely a very strange retirement plan indeed but do hear me out. Just imagine that I, am somehow such a prolific writer in the future. And since it is a retirement plan, I have the luxury to pick & choose anyone I admire to write on. It'd be his or her honour, and mine getting to spend many days laughing over funny incidents, crying over losses and heartaches, feel moved by their stories and passion. And how wonderful that I am able to share the story of these heroes with the world.

This is how I imagine the last 30 years of my life.

The thing is, just what means to that glorious end? And what was pointed out was that there was only 25 years till the dream starts at my turning 50?

So I charted it out with *Gallant last night.

I was to start off with a communications job to get my foot into working with personalities or institutions and getting a little closer to media relations. The communications position at the NUS President's office would be perfect!

Then I'd go back to journalism to gain some exposure and experience writing for masses.

During that period, I'd also be working on my masters in either communication or journalism.

After that, I would want to be worthy of writing social commentaries for Times or Newsweek.

And perhaps by then I'd be better known to write biographies. Would you give me the honour of immortalizing you with my words?

Twenty Five

2007-06-17T14:22:00.000+08:00

Being 25. Acting 29. Feeling 22.

Goodness me!

My blog's right panel says I'm twenty FOUR (!) when I'm already twenty FIVE(!!) for more than 3 months now.

And the worst part is, I couldn't be bothered to rectify the error. You see, I really am not able to pin point an exact age right now.

The point of a vacation was to really mend a broken spirit. It really does seem like you need more than hard-earned money and 3 weeks.

Not all is a lost cause. I do feel as if I've made peace with most of the issues that burden thoughts and create sleepless nights, I still have not resolved the issue of career paths and an affirmative answer for the current employment situation.

If only someone understood how annoying and irritating this is, not knowing specifically what aspect of this "career path" I am supposed to be worried about, so I can plan my way around that, or else, it would just be like being worried about nothing although worry is still there.

And this, is what I will call "career path" existentialism (please feel a scorch of sarcasm at each use of inverted commas).

Back in Singapore

2007-06-03T18:38:00.000+08:00

It's a *sticky day in the start of June. That's also how Jumpha Lahiri describes August in her book, the Namesake, also her opening line.

Picked off the book in a book exchange in my last hostel in Rome. *Gallant and I poured over book first liners and debated the significance of first liners from the Dan Browns, Jeffery Archers to the non-recognisable names. The verdict: It is sadly a lost function today. Gone are the oh-too-drama classical "It was the worst of times and best of times" or "Call me Ishmael".

And what else can top Casablanca's "Here's looking at you, kid" for movies?

I miss the cooling European breezes and chills even in sunshine skies already. It's hot here and I do believe I am suffering from my first ever jet lag.

Of course I'll say it is an unbelievable vacation. 3 weeks of cities only known through novels and books. And we've done the dirty, travelling with just enough finances to get us to ally bars and father-son restaurants, take local buses and subways and had to drink whiskey to keep our bodies warm in cold parks.

To summarise the highlights of this trip, I'll say time stopped for me at Paris' Musee Orangerie, to unexpectedly find Monet's waterlilies. And not just canvasses but two huge collections of his masterpiece covering two large oval rooms like wallpaper. This small musee is just right next to the Louvre and has but a tiny collection, often missed as tourists head towards what seems the obvious (ie Louvre).

The other was Rome Trevi Fountains. I loved this piece so much that I begged *Gallant to return again the next day at the crack of dawn to catch it without tourists and was rewarded to see the fountains being just turned on and water gushing out and bringing more life to this piece.

Videos and pictures to come when I've all this sorted out.

The intangible highlight is the cultural experience. Lots of it was good. It wasn't all pretty as Italian's are the most unfriendly, Londoners too busy, Americans are everywhere being too loud, too typical and too self important; and youth is really wasted on sex, alcohol, obesity and short skirts sans underwear, as witnessed in the hostels.

There are exceptions of course and I'm taking my *bite back for European narrow mindedness as well, thinking all Asian tourists are Japanese.

The other intangible is a clearer mind and spirit. A brighter light lit for career progression. And a need to express love with more action than talk.

Friends, I really want to get back to writing. Communicate news, trends and thoughts to masses and groups with passion. Not necessarily through reporting. If you know of anything, do keep me updated! =)

Hola from Spain!

2007-05-23T15:52:00.000+08:00

Hola friends!

Just wanted to get in a quick message from my few minutes connected back to the www. Life has been quite lovely... no work, visiting museums and monuments, long walks and even longer hours of sleep.

Well, not quite all lovely. Just two days ago, we had a bad encounter with a theatre that tried to extort more money, lost our camera and missed our train from Paris to Barcelona. But I am confident that right after, things will be alrighty. The BF is a great shoulder to count on for safety and support.

Jules, I hope settling down is alright. Sheer, I´m still trying to find the perfect gift. Fongky, I really wish you were here too as museums and drinking sessions miss your company. Lingy, we could have scoped out the cuties here together. Hehe.

Just one qualm. Things are freaking expensive here. Note to self to come back when the bank account is much more full!

Hugs and Kisses!

Chinese Oil Balm

2007-05-01T19:58:00.000+08:00

Chinese Medicinal Oil Balm Cure-All

I've been down with the flu-cough-fever/heaty viruses for more than a week now. Bed rest, 4 days worth of MC has not at all been effective and I am still killing trees with my incessant use of tissue papers.

And the new bed is a killer. It's like sleeping on a table top and I've no energy to go out and find a decent softer mattress layer to help cushion our tortured bodies. Pity I can't change the bed. What's the point in buying something to correct something else?

Like the silly Channel sales girls who recommended foundation one shade too light, and then told me to get loose powder two shades darker to correct my corrective makeup.

*Gallant rubbed my back with strong Chinese sting/stink balm and I was reading the box. Cures headaches, fatigue, muscle ache, colds, stuffy nose, rheumatism, itch, bites, and a long list of other ailments. After a couple of minutes, good lordy it works!

But it could not cure the broken heart.

I'm in a lost mood. My spirit badly needs repairing else I can't make anything else work.

Heck, I can't even get drunk when I really wanted and needed to with quadruple times more alcohol than I can usually take (and I had two other seasoned drinkers puking instead).

Thank goodness le grande tour is only two weeks away. I truly want to come back a made-over woman.

Europe Budget

2007-04-01T20:59:00.000+08:00

Europe on a Shoestring

Well, shoestrings of a fussy couple.

For him, he does not want a dorm room with more than 6 people.

For her, she wants dorms smack in the middle of town, and with at least pictorial proof that they are of passable living standards. And it doesn't help either that dorm names that appeal to her like Saint Exupery Villa, Leonardo Da Vinci and Three Little Pigs Hostel gets picked regardless of what other offers are available!

We'll be staying in private rooms at Paris (a quaint little bed and breakfast called Olympiades) and Casa Linger in Venice which is right beside one of the canals.

Flights plus accomodation and insurance gives totals up to SGD$2,000. I'm told that's quite reasonable. There's still Eurorail and entry tickets for the museums and Disneyworld (*grin). I'm hoping everything falls under the set budget SGD$3,500 with lots of spare change for shopping!

blog quizzes

2007-04-01T13:11:00.000+08:00

Once again it is time for...

*drum roll please*

Meaningless but fun Blog Quizzes!

Brought to you by Blogthings - "Cool Things to Put on Your Blog!"

Your Birthdate: March 22

You don't love lightly. For you, love is always a serious undertaking.
However, you are able to love many types of people. You can bring out the best in almost anyone.
Love surprises you often. You never know when or where you'll find it next.

Number of True Loves You'll Have: 4

Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 5

You are most compatible with people born on the 4th, 13th, 22nd, and 31st of the month.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?

I believe the writeup is quite accurate. I've had 5 ex boyfriends (yes, I'm quite the little sl*t) but the only true love I'll have is this one (and *Gallant's birthday does not fall on any one of the dates mentioned).

Your Five Variable Love Profile

Propensity for Monogamy:

Your propensity for monogamy is low.
You see love as a gift that you should give to many.
It's hard for you to imagine being with one person at at time...
Let alone one person for the rest of your life!

Experience Level:

Your experience level is high.
You've loved, lost, and loved again.
You have had a wide range of love experiences.
And when the real thing comes along, you know it!

Dominance:

Your dominance is medium.
You tend to be the one with more power.
You aren't a total control freak in relationships..
But of course you don't mind getting you way!

Cynicism:

Your cynicism is low.
You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.
No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.
You believe in one true love, your perfect soul mate.
And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.

Independence:

Your independence is low.
This doesn't mean you're dependent in relationships..
It does mean that you don't have any problem sharing your life.
In your opinion, the best part of being in love is being together.

The Five Variable Love Test

I'm a little worried about what they say about being monogamous!

Travel Horoscope for Aries

When you travel, you literally want to see a whole different world.
You want a vacation full of adventure, exotic sights, and tons of variety.

You should travel to:

India
Kenya
New Zealand
Brazil
Thailand
(and most important... Europe!)

What's Your Travel Horoscope?

Okay, maybe the Europe bit I've added myself. But come May, I'll be basking in European culture and art! I'll update you soon with our travel plans.

Tom Jones

2007-03-28T22:43:00.000+08:00

I was sharing a *lame joke with *Gallant in the cab today:

Patient says, Doctor, I can't stop singing "Green Green Grass of Home"

Seems like you're having the Tom Jones Syndrome

Huh, is that common?

"It's not unusual"

Our taxi driver was quiet the entire trip but when we reached our destination he said

Here you are... the Green Green Grass of Home" and broke into chorus!

I'm tickled pink! I'm so tempted to call my dad and share this joke with him!

Damn Aron

2007-03-17T19:59:00.000+08:00

I'm sorry. Just too darn disappointed and tired to update you.

I've got the job but it is down to this: a very severe pay cut (still above market but far lower than what I am paid now).

Money and passion apparently do not go hand in hand.

Red Dot

2007-03-12T14:01:00.000+08:00

Working for Red Dot in this Little Red Dot!

Well, not yet to be exact. I have to go for a second interview this very evening with the two MDs of Red Dot Singapore.

He mentioned something along the lines of being the only one they shortlisted to go for this 'second interview'.

Excellent job scope. Exactly what I want (dare I say... I am perfect for this job!). Wonderful people and personalities to work with. And a good pay rise too! Hehe...

So why do I feel as if there will be something that causes me to screw up royally today?!

Oh *jinkies. Wish me luck and I will let you know more soon.

Positivity

2007-03-07T04:34:00.000+08:00

A Little Positivity is Necessary... Always!

I was crushed. Obviously because before this potential mother in law of mine sees me, she will see my imperfect pineapple tarts. And with all this effort, buying cute little cookie boxes, cross referencing recipes online and checking out cookie baking tips on the net and asking about, my tarts seemed like a disaster.

Sunday, February 11

It didn't matter if these were the worst pineapple tarts in history, his mother was touched - complimenting, passing them around to all her guests and declaring them made my me! While the *kinder folks of mine in Malaysia excuse themselves from second helpings and relatives come up with very creative politically correct things to say, *Mother Gallant loved the tarts.

My mother and I have a relationship more tense than ever since conversations over CNY with accusations that she was the root of my insecurities

Sunday, February 25

And we only have chatted twice, very briefly since then. Thank goodness for some peace from nagging but what I realise is that absence makes the heart very much fonder.

Cold hard world. It is all about projection of sanity and grace under extreme pressure.

Project managers need to lead the team and show that she's got things under control

It's the company policy here. One where you get all things done and leave the office early, and by-golly-genius projects are miraculously successful!

Sunday, February 25

Prepaid Mobile Summit exceeded expectations and received rave reviews as the best event delegates have ever attended. For my company, it was the best telco event ever run. So there. Now I am ready to move on to greener pastures.

CNY Lunch

2007-03-03T15:07:00.000+08:00

CNY 9 Course Lunch Menu

Fish Yee Sang

Fatt Choy Vegetables with Mushrooms

Golden Roast Chicken

Salted Vegetable and Duck Soup

Fresh Steamed Fish with Sake & Golden Needles

Tofu & Braised ‘Treasures’

Money Bag Dumplings

Char Siew & Scallop Fried Rice

Sweet Longan & Sea Coconut

Chocolate

2007-02-27T19:21:00.000+08:00

Chocolate...

... is a (PMS-ing) woman's best friend.

Like the huge box of Lindt Chocolate my speaker from Switzerland bought for me.

And the LG Chocolate mobile phone *Gallant got for me as a surprise!

Delish!

who cares?

2007-02-25T19:45:00.000+08:00

And then I ask myself, who cares.

And feel like shouting at the next b*gger staring at my chest what the *f are you looking at?! rather than to clutch my bag close across a careless choice of low cut blouses.

Cold hard world. It is all about projection of sanity and grace under extreme pressure.

Project managers need to lead the team and show that she's got things under control

It's the company policy here. One where you get all things done and leave the office early, and by-golly-genius projects are miraculously successful!

.::.

Sigh... and here's a peek at all the work the company's squeezed out of me!

Construction Risk Management Asia (Oct 2006)

Commercial Shipping Asia (Dec 2006)

Prepaid Mobile Summit (Feb 2007)

Leaders in Corporate Communications (March 2007)

Customer Retention Forum for Telecommunications (May 2007)

Procurement Asia 2007 (June 2007) - work in progress

Soul Searching - the Quest

2007-02-25T10:24:00.000+08:00

A Little Bit of Soul Searching...

Thanks, *Fongky for a lovely Saturday evening.

I met her after my pedi & manicure session to watch Notes of a Scandal (Dame Judi Dench is goooood), shared a hamburger at *Billy's, a walk to the newly opened National Museum and caught fireworks (while *Fongky caught the attention of the museum guards!) and got beaten at Othello over brownies and ice cream at Moonriver Cafe.

I learnt that while people are our own worst critics and we are always too hard on ourselves, personal points of view are always right according to he or she who owns them. Such is the way the world is a stubborn mule. While we can waste time trying to convince the other to not only conceed to our way but to even begin to understand why we think like this, why not just move on and accept that there will always be this difference. I am now reminded that Dale Carnegie said something along these lines. If only I had listened rather than declare him a bore.

The year of the dog has gone, and being a dog-year-born, they say it is of great importance to handle all undertakings with great care else it will bring great desaster rather than great prosperity.

Being a wreckless and careless *dog, it was a year of great desaster.

Something about being in the midst of a crisis will open chapters (or as *Fongky says, cans of worms) and force upon this muddled brain tasks of over analysing things have passed.

1. I've handled situations of home and the persons involved unwisely

1. My mother and I have a relationship more tense than ever since conversations over CNY with accusations that she was the root of my insecurities

1. Tears and little faith at work despite excellent results that are coming out of my conferences today. Senior management terms it: ye of bad stress management.

They've all been numbered '1'. All matters of importance attacking conscience and forced over analysis.

I don't know if I'll ever get past these mind hurdles. All there needs to be done is done and can't be undone. Especially with work, I think I'll really be great if I can just "chill".

Problem with *Mother Damsel will take a longer while. Much longer. Funny thing is, it goes back to the essence of Carnegie's thought above. And of all people, I should be able to share that *Mother too thinks and feels unconventionally. But I can't. Not too happy to say, but there is probably an emotional load and history enough to write two Amy Tan-type books.

That's all for now. I need to try to "chill".

B*tchy Gay Guy

2007-02-21T23:36:00.000+08:00

B*tchy Gay Guy

Over dinner, my conversation with a delightful, politically incorrect, corrupt, vulgar and oh so ever gay man from office:

So why men over women?

Simple. Its the way women smell.

What?! You mean you're sick of flowery, sweet scents?

No la. Down there.

I was already suckling this gorgeous babe's tits but halfway down, there was a stench (cue *flicks of well manicured hands over nose*). Men don't smell. At that point, I knew I wanted to be gay.

.::.

And with another gay man around tea time...

You're supposed to come back from a vacation looking refreshed.

I don't know... I'm just tired

Must be that hair (newly curled). So hard to maintain.

So says the man who takes 20 minutes each day to accessorise... and his cuff links for the day were miniature penises. Oh well, I deserve a nagging from him then!

Valentine's Day

2007-02-15T21:20:00.000+08:00

Valentine's was...

A day early (I had a bus ticket back to Malaysia the next morning)

A pretty silk dress by Donna Karen

New makeup from Chanel

Dinner for two at Garibaldi

of Air Flown Spanner Crab with Avocado and Orange & Saffron Sauce for appetizers

and Marsala Wine Risotto with Goose Liver and Grilled Sea Scallops

for him, Beef Tenderloin with Truffled Potatoes and Porcini Mushrooms

The Curve Rare made a delightful *pop* when opened

And champagne fizzes so nicely down the throat

No space for dessert

We arrived at dinner early

But was the last to leave

Wonderful conversation

And a stolen kiss at Garibaldi's

It was a happy Valentine's day

Love is... Pineapple Tarts

2007-02-11T23:46:00.000+08:00

Love is... Pineapple Tarts

Work is high stress at the moment (really! more than usual) and I am at work early morning till late every evening till at least 10pm since mid last week. Coupled with stress at home (literally speaking), it really wasn't a good idea to tell *Gallant that I will be making pineapple tarts for him to bring home to his family.

Too late to put foot in mouth as he has told his mother and I am committed to making tarts! What horrors it must be to be a disappointment or one-who-does-not-keep-her-word to a lady I was keen to impress.

So on a late Friday evening, *Gallant and I went to the hypermart, practically minutes before it closed and bought 10 ripe pineapples.

An hour later we were peeling and chopping. Not exactly the easiest task as a pineapple had all these 'pineapple eyes' to cut out and the core to cut away! Plus the acid was really unkind to the hands, with such a nasty sting!

It was 2am when we started boiling. Constant stirring was required as an unattended pineapple jam would start burning exactly 8 minutes unattended. *Gallant persuaded me to nap for a while but he left me sleeping until the morning - and was stirring the jam until 6.30am in the morning.

Saturday wasn't exactly kind either as both of us had work in the office and lab. Nonetheless, we grabbed a quick lunch at Holland Village and shopped at Da Paolo gourmet for Sunday's lunch (the hand made truffle pasta is heavenly! We combined truffle pasta with zucchini pasta sauce for a sinfully rich but oh-so-yummy-worth-the-calories lunch).

Come 9pm Saturday evening, cookie baking started again. We had trouble with our crumbling dough and our jam's consistency was less than smooth for aesthetic purposes on the cookie. The dough was so dry that no amount of egg or milk seemed to help and we could not even roll out the cute little 'x' that usually adorns pineapple tarts.

I was crushed. Obviously because before this potential mother in law of mine sees me, she will see my imperfect pineapple tarts. And with all this effort, buying cute little cookie boxes, cross referencing recipes online and checking out cookie baking tips on the net and asking about, my tarts seemed like a disaster.

But I guess I was missing out on the less obvious point of this mission for the perfect tarts... his love.

Although unsaid that I was out to impress his mother, *Gallant was there to help out on what other men must view to have been a woman's silly obsession with baking and sweet food.

Chopping, baking, cooking, rolling, cutting dough and shaping cookies... he put in his time and effort (even had to run back to lab to finalize his experiment half way) to help me see this through. I also know my boyfriend isn't the kind to want to be seen baking cookies and we were doing this for two nights in his male hostel.

So who cares if I can't really taste these dry, pineapple chunk cookies for the mess that they really are as for now they are the most delicious thing I've ever tasted!

Sorry

2007-02-04T01:54:00.000+08:00

More Than Saying Sorry

I'm not the sort of person who is afraid to say her 'sorry's. But when something terribly wrong has been done and sincere apologies have been said, it is wretched, pondering what else I can do.

What's Next?

2007-01-28T14:39:00.000+08:00

What's Next?

I've just spent the morning and afternoon reorganizing closet space (need to make room for the 5 new dresses for lunar year clebrations) plus my vanity space. With almost all corners taken up, it is amazing this girl still has thoughts that there isn't a thing to wear.

Being in my own proper space and a rather superstitious person, I also wonder if the *mandatory annual spring cleaning ritual (to clean away the bad luck) can be checked off the list with the task of closet reorganisation?

In with the new. And I'm starting with a new hairstyle - curly hair with no regrets.

Firming up travel plans to Europe.

And going to start looking around for a new job that will give me more work satisfaction and a better environment. There is just too much stress for this gal who turns a quarter century old this year.

Easy does it. Definately making changes but at my own pace and time.

Ushering in 2007

2007-01-14T19:21:00.000+08:00

Dearest Friends,

The lag of blog posts, I'm afraid are with the reasons that:
1. I am a boring person and there isn't too many amusing things to tell you as compared to previous times
2. I am a workaholic and there isn't much time left after work, work, work, boyfriend, work, work, work, friends, work, work, work.

Even shopping, an activity yours truly covets most has been neglected, with acquisitions so few since work begun.

Despite being this mundane (living) being, life is now rather blissful.

Although work demands great hours and returns its gratitude with great stress, I love the experience and will embrace this... for another half a year. I've made up my mind to change career paths. Whatever *crap works throws in my way, I take it as good experience, learn as much as I can (my calculations is that I pick up everything I can from the conferencing business in a total of 1 year) and move on to a career path that fulfils my own higher purposes (a path to be determined in the next six months).

Thankfully, I realise I have family to back me up. Over Christmas and New Year, *Gallant followed me home and met the uncles and aunties, grandma and cousins, cousin's wives and girlfriends and children, both my mother's and father's sides. Yes, the whole family package. It was heartwarming to hear my family speak so lovingly of me (a typically stereotyped family that has suppressed all forms of praises I'm afraid). I love them too.

Good news is that they welcome *Gallant into the family (when he is ready). He definitely put on his best charms and manners to win over every single family member with gifts, stories of China (Grandma probes, you don't eat cats and field rats, do you?) as well as playing computer games and board games with the young ones. Towards the end of the one week trip, *Gallant was making promises to my family to come back to visit.

And towards the end of the visit, he made me promises of the future. A change of my maiden name, kids, beautiful homes and the opportunity to travel the world, working in major cities to experience culture and reap the title of a global citizen. Such is befitting of a couple from two very different countries and never wanting to settle in the country we met.

My ring finger is going to be bare as a romantic proposal can only come after his PhD graduation. In the meantime, he tells me only a promise.

In all other aspects, I am also beginning to find my feet. My goal for this year was to find inner confidence as well as calm. I'm happy with the way I am, the person I project and look forward to the person I will become.

2007 has started well and will hopefully end with 'fantastic'. In a year's time, I will look back on these writings and this day and perhaps deem it a very good year.

With love,
*Damsel

the other happy couple

2006-11-29T21:36:00.000+08:00

The Other Happy Couple

An absolutely beautiful couple!

From the class of 2000, another couple got married. The third, I would say. But not just any couple... both were best friends back in high school.

We've fallen out of the best buds category, moving away from each other in terms of space and interest. Even so, the initial bonds never really sever and at high school the memories of conversations, experiences and all silly, girly stuff (same ol but necessary boy crushes, for instance) are dear to mind and heart.

This couple does really have a great love story to tell. They've withstood everything, really. They had a couple of tries in a relationship during high school, met many, many obstacles especially when he migrated to Australia. But when she went over to Australia just recently to study and look for a new job, they fell in love again and it was as if fates just wanted to test them, perhaps to make them even stronger.

I'm so thrilled for them. Unlike other couples I hear marrying at this age, I am not gasping thinking this is far too early.

In fact, if it were me, I would say it is the unthinkable, regardless of how much I love *Gallant. Frankly, looking at this happy couple and comparing my relationship, I am far from ready to get into a marriage.

Kiwi and a reply

2006-11-26T20:44:00.000+08:00

Gosh, this one really made me all teary eyed:

and a reply...

When 'Mo is 'Lo

2006-11-19T19:48:00.000+08:00

When 'mo hits 'lo

If I had to name my strengths I have at work, I would say it would be motivation, hard work, ease with big time speakers (once I have gotten over the fact that harmless flirting is totally harmless) and little doses of anal retentiveness.

I used to be able to work hard on all weekdays, bring work and the *passion into the weekends and still remain all *idealist and optimistic for things to come.

Truth is the old me is starting to fade away. Like now, I just don't have the mood to finish up my brochure for my Prepaid Mobile Summit. Neither have I done anything for research (other than print out loads of reading material) for my next conference on corporate communications.

I don't know if it is a case where I have no other actual work experience to compare, but work life is really starting to drain and I sorely miss the free time and the slower pace... you know, to read and contemplate (seriously, despite a part-research job I don't enjoy mental meditations as much... evident in blogging only about boyfriend lately) and help out with charity and bake cookies (stuff like that).

To put it in other words, I don't think I really hate my job as much (contrary to complaints I have been telling my friends lately). I think I just hate having to work.

.::.

On the flipside, I think *sheercrazyme is loving her job and has a wonderful observation blog.

And on another note, I have joined True Yoga and quit Planet Fitness. Would I recommend the yoga centre? - No. The classes don't fit expectations, their member features are so basic and you even have to bring your own lock for your locker, and staff is pushy with sales and lack a friendly appeal. I was even told that they cold call people to sell packages (I am displeased because the centre is practically spilling out from all sides with the worst yoga practitioners I have ever seen).

Despite the lack of yoga classes at Planet, I am definitely heading back to Planet after my six month tryout at True Yoga. It really says something about quality, not only about the yoga instructor being much more skilled, but that the practitioners are more advanced in the few available weekly yoga classes. Plus, I am missing the variety of kickboxing, aerobics and step classes available.

Talk about post buying remorse!

.::.

p.s.s. Have found another way to use the croutons. I added them to a stir fry tomato dish! Yummy Chinese & English fusion.

f a t

2006-11-18T22:52:00.002+08:00

F A T

Reckless and stress related food therapy is bad for the body and soul. After I tucked into a bowl of home made salad and glanced at the new box of (baked) croutons I realise...

... six tiny croutons = 30 calories.

Now, that is just plain nasty and underhanded for calories to be sneaking in that way.

Just four updates

2006-10-28T15:42:00.000+08:00

Just Four

.:: One ::.

Dearest pals from Malaysia dropped by for a three day holiday last weekend. I am quite confident to say that they had a great time from sightseeing the night safari, shopping (3 times at Orchard road!), and food at Newton Circus.

*Sheer, we popped open that bottle of Italian sweet red wine and it was delicious. Bubbly and sweet. The girls insisted that I send over the name. Will definitely hunt down more bottles.

.:: Two ::.

*Gallant and I are going to Europe! Yup, the decision to go has been confirmed and we are now making plans. Tentatively, we start at Athens, then Vienna, Rome, Paris, Nice and end at Barcelona. Two or three weeks of European sights and cultures come May 2007.

So don't you dare be asking me out for fancy dinner from now till May. I got to be a scrooge to save up for the trip!

.:: Three ::.

And as a little thank you gift for his birthday surprise, *Gallant bought me an iPod nano. Classic silver casing and a little extra radio device so I can tune into stations when I am at the gym (previously, I have been complaining about watching silent telly at the gym as you need an FM tuner to get sound).

Wonderfully thoughtful as this was something I could really use. Best part of all? *Gallant selected songs and albums that he thought I would enjoy and downloaded them into the iPod.

Presentation was very sweet too! He bought another one of those hand puppets from Takashimaya (just like where Dragon came from). This one is a top hat with a white rabbit in it. We found this amusing as we thoroughly enjoyed 'The Prestige'.

The iPod was tucked inside the rabbit. Talk about a little sweet magic and romance.

.:: Four ::.

My first summit will be running on Monday! Very excited. Now, I must hurry and write my chairman's speech (the lazy man!) and memorize the 53 man guest list.

I hope it runs smoothly and everyone has a great time.