the times, they are a changing!

what's your resolution for the coming year?

mine is to be the best testimony for Christ that I can be-mind,body,face (haha. which means my skin shall clear up and be SO flawless) spirit and attitude. iloveterence (he just typed this in himself!) so vague right my goal? haha. i dunno. i just want to be all-rounded and you know, more balanced. not shop, eat, sleep then mug when exams come along. i spend too much money. i shall make a change. please root for me! 

i love terence (i typed this myself)! 

Season's Greetings

I wish all of you, my friends, love, joy, peace and hope this Christmas day. 

To believers, I pray that God grant you the grace to become more and more like Him.

Merry Christmas =)

3 days to christmas- hope in love

haha. guess who's back. ok no pet names to gross you out. it's TK.
YEAHAHA!!!!!!!!!

we spent the past 2 days jogging at the botanic gardens early morning, having breakfast after, then hitting the shops to do our shopping for gifts. the previous night we had an early christmas dinner with my family, then just last we attended an oakley premiere at Hacienda on Dempsey. hmm.. that place is ok. i was feeding the mozzies cos the rest of the sailors were in jeans. baha. terence is the best person to be with. he made every effort to ensure i didn't feel left out or awkward. and he dropped little kisses on my shoulder from time to time. priceless! we reclined on a swing and had complimentary vodka redbull and tandoori pizza. before the others arrived we had a little hoppity frog for company. as in, a real one. haha.. ok, well. and we took in second-hand smoke throughout the night. al-fresco. that was the downside. but. hahaa. can you imagine how delighted i am. shopping was swell! it's more fun braving the crowd as a couple. queueing for gift wrap, talking nonsense, having someone to hold... my hand. and the bags. haha.. the jogging is manic too, believe it or not. cos it's with him. no one else can make me push myself like that; waking up at 8 and sweating it out. sitting on the ground and dg stretches after. no one else hugs me when i'm all sweaty after a run.

"I owe this life to my saving King."

8 days to Christmas- hope in this darkness.

today, i was running to gospel (the best part about using the condo's gym: you can choose your own music!)
and to cool down, i spun around in the gym to Parachute band's Amazing. i'm SO HAPPY.
it might have been the endorphins; the HIGH after exercise. but i would like to think i was happy because i was worshipping my God in the privacy of my house gym. i was singing, spinning, swinging. i must have looked so silly.
but i don't care.
i looked out and it was raining. dark, at only 6pm.
usually i would be brooding.
but today, i felt such a rush. i feel a very inexplicable joy.
my focus is on God's marvellous light. not the gloominess.

Amazing:

"you are my sole provider
you are the prince of peace
you are my defender and i want to worship
you are the victory won
you are the risen one
to you i surrender and i want to worship

never gonna be the same
your love will never leave me
God you're amazing"

His love will never leave me. what a beautiful promise and hope, what a wonderful reassurance!

12 days to Christmas- hope for those still not yet in shape.

let me suggest how to get fit and beautiful for Christmas. before the feasting begins.
forget crash diets. forget dieting for that matter. diets are only for losers who believe in them. diets are only for people with low self-esteem.
i say have your meals. and exercise.
because it's THIS close to christmas, i have no time for the gym (haha. blushes. bad excuse). assuming all of you are busy folk like me, i recommend BINGE SHOPPING. i've been doing it for about 4 days straight, 6 hours each time.

if you have, like me, experienced a personal shopping drought for the past week/mth, shop madly NOW. when next week comes around, there'll be too many parties to attend. then you'll end up getting very mediocre and thoughtless gifts for loved ones and friends. NO-NO.

because it's the rainy season, you can be assured that you will experience a variety of workouts besides walking. you will work your calves cos there'll be plenty of tip-toeing to do to avoid puddles. you will work your arms cos of (duh) the many bags you'll be carrying (which looks so fashionably festive!). you will work your eyeballs cos you'll be very kaypoh and try to see what other people have purchased. you will work your legs and butt when you sprint your way home (this only works when you DON'T carry an unbrella. so either you run like mad or get wet. run like mad. trust me. not glam but it's ok. next week PLENTY of chances to glam it up.) so that's an all-rounded workout for you there.

to achieve a VERY desirable seasonal glow, don't buy into the facial hype. or microdermabrasion or whatnot. young skin acquires radiance easily. the above workouts will guarantee a healthy flush. on top of that, give. to the salvation army, to the buskers (rmb to bypass a particular one tho. ok? rmb!), to the students holding the collection tins. you'll feel good abt yourself. this will add to your wonderful face a sparkle in your eyes. like diamonds. imagine that! diamond-like eyes to complement your jewel-toned outfits.

christmas is SO rich. in every sense of the word. it is truly the best time of the year.
see you at the shops!

madman on the loose

i'm writing to warn you about a busker in orchard. i haven't seen him before prior to today. but i am assuming that during this festive season, he will be operating in the tunnel linking wheelock place to shaw.

mom and i were approaching the doors leading to the tunnel, and as i saw him holding his flute, i considered being charitable and giving him a token if he were playing sth lovely. but he wasn't playing; his fingers just moving along the airholes. as we walked pass with our mark's goodies in hand, i also rmb very clearly lowering my head with a polite smile.

a few steps later, i heard him: HMPHH!!!! keyi bang bieren ye bu bang!!!! (which translates to: don't even want to help someone when you can.) i whipped around in anger. on a typical day in a typically good mood, i figure i would have glared at him. but i am currently at the peak of pms. i shouted back in response: what is your problem?! and hold on for his response: i am not talking to you what! i am talking to myself! i am SIAO one mah! and of cos, i couldn't deny his moment of genius. i affirmed: yes, i think you are!

some people don't deserve to be given to. even if the money will go towards the treatment of mental illness. either that, or he doesn't understand that busking actually involves ENTERTAINING. whatever he was dg with his flute (cleaning/stroking/wiping it) doesn't count. and he shouldn't be harrassing any members of the public like that.

i always bypass that tunnel cos borders is a favourite hangout of mine. if i see him again, and if he dares afflict me with his sheer stupidity once more, i'm going to call upon our men in blue.

this is my christmas and no one is going to spoil it for me. particularly a super idiot like that.

14 days to Christmas- hope for the poor.

i always reason that i'm buying inspiration. so every month, i'm well-equipped with uk, aussie and well (i'm sorry to say this; it's so awfully unpatriotic of me!) not-so-up-to-par local magazines. at the rate i'm going, you wld think that i'm gunning for a career as a fashion buyer or stylist or sth. while my peers digest the real deal like John Milton's epic Paradise Lost, i am so ashamed to say that my appetite favours say, Shop til you drop. i mean, that's just me. i don't like challenges. a fashion spread is so much easier to take in cos it's brainless. but ok, i suppose if you give me an ultimatum i would give up all this trash for the complete works of Shakespeare (hand on my heart).

today, my aunt called. she said the dec issue of Her World that i lent her 'has nothing'. and funnily enough, although she borrows my copies every month, she NEVER fails to say that i should instead be donating the amount spent on the mag to charity. today, i heard sth different. she found her worthy cause. hallelujah for that. i mean, the vast amount she has; the beneficiary will definitely be blessed. she says that she read in the papers that there was a report of an old man who doesn't switch on the lights at night. cos he's afraid he might not be able to pay off the electricity bills. i do have a very soft spot for old people (i think they deserve some dignity in their last years) and i erm, was a little bit surprised and sad. i always thot that even the poorest in singapore can blend into society (read: not-that-poor). it's not an excuse for my ignorance i know, but living in this part of the city, i can't say that i have ever seen poverty with my own eyes. i'm sure many of you haven't too.

and you know, it's embarrassing cos my parents and sis always use this stupid strategy of personifying electrical appliances/devices to make me aware of my wastage. i always hear:
1. rebecca, the lights are calling you
2. jie, the heater is waiting for you

i decided today to also contribute to the same cause as my aunt. i think sometimes we love excessiveness because we cannot keep our wealth to ourselves. don't you think so? short of just pasting dollar bills on our bodies we live lavishly instead. if we can afford to why not? if the poor are not our responsibility why should we care? reasonable on both counts. but. i think i want to be able to splurge (occasionally) without guilt. knowing that i have more than others but i have given so that others can live decently.

you heard it here. i'm giving up my monthly dose of local magazines from now (that is to say, elle, harper's bazaar, cleo, her world). that is twenty dollars to an old man somewhere. because i think for him i can sit in the comfort of Borders and browse instead.

i'm sure i have some friends laughing right now. and thinking that they can catch me some day going back on my word. time will tell. and by then, i'm sure said old man will not have to worry abt his bills anymore.

enjoy the holidays.

17 days to X'mas- hope for the hopeless.

i hope that you take some time to read the following lyrics.
and also watch the video on youtube- Bandaid 20 Do they know it's Christmas (feed the children). the part that tears at my heart most is the line that Bono sings. i've highlighted it. enjoy, and think about everything you have to be grateful for this season. :

It's Christmas time
There's no need to be afraid
At Christmas time
We let in light and we banish shade
And in our world of plenty
We can spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around the world
At Christmas time

But say a prayer
Pray for the other ones
At Christmas time it's hard
But when you're having fun
There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing
Is the bitter sting of tears
And the Christmas bells that ring
There are the clanging chimes of doom
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you

Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time
Feed the world
Do they know it's Christmas time at all?

And there won't be snow in Africa
This Christmas time
The greatest gift they'll get this year is life
Where nothing ever grows
No rain nor rivers flow
Do they know it's Christmas time at all?

(Here's to you) raise a glass for everyone
(Here's to them) underneath that burning sun
Do they know it's Christmas time at all?

19 days to X'mas- hope for the future.

puan came over to my place for a workout that day, and i passed her a mag and a book to bide her time over the holidays. she mentioned wanting to watch the upcoming romantic movie P.S. I love you, so i thought she might be interested in reading another of Cecelia Ahern's novels.

as i handed her the book, i caught sight of my writing on the first page, relating the experience behind buying it:

terence and i were at a mega book clearance sale at expo, hunting down a HIGHLY-elusive book to complete a trilogy. the setting was warehouse-like, with books everywhere. it wasn't messy but it wasn't organised either. so we split up and decided to take up the challenge head-on. so you know, nothing exciting. we just thumbed titles upon titles, occasionally pulling some up by the spine to look closer. there were people everywhere but we were apart, focused on our task.

we didn't find the book. but i cannot explain how nice it was to reunite at the end of the search. it was the sweetest thing. you know, when we both were sure that the book was not in that massive sea. he held me and kissed my hair =) and he bought me a book instead. which was the one i lent to my friend.

i think you're probably reading this and haha. your eyes rolling back and forth. what is she getting at?!!! i don't really know how to express it. it was such immense relief being in his arms again. and i cherished the comfort and the familiarity SO MUCH MORE because we had spent time just losing ourselves in something else. it is so reassuring having that ONE PERSON you love and trust so much in a sea of people. in this sea of people. sometimes i find myself completely dazed and overwhelmed. mayb it's my problem of mistrust. i once took a survey and the results revealed that i see the world as a bad place. i still do. isn't there little to be optimistic about? but.

let me finally articulate my reasons for the season: faith and love. basically, the two things that give my outlook some positive balance. Christ and terence.

this christmas, in the midst of the excessive indulgences and extravagance, i hope you find your reason too.

and with that, the countdown begins!

back to basics.

today was reunion day of sorts.
met up with lovely Linnet my cousin from Brisbane, and my primary school classmates to attend Wei Cheng's wake.

breakfast and shopping with my cousin was very nice. i now know that i've another real friend who won't sugarcoat her words: " this dress does nothing for you." =) i'm a hem-and-haw, never-gonna-tell-you-the-awful-truth kinda girl. and i need people like that to balance me out. linnet, i went to dig deep into my archives (haha not really. my blog's not that old) and found your message. thank you for that! will see you real soon, but until then, the continental/time/seasonal differences shall not keep us apart.

my primary school friends didn't really change appearance-wise. nor did mr.ng. wei cheng was our classmate and yes, the rest of you might know him as one of the 5 tragically-departed dragon boaters. as we all sat and talked, bringing ourselves back to 8 years ago, i was suddenly reminded that wei cheng and i sat beside each other in class. i will not spin a beautiful tale of harmony for the sake of my blog, but honestly say that sometimes we were on good terms but sometimes out of competitiveness, we wld childishly bicker. i think i tried to copy his ting xie on numerous occasions but he wouldn't let me and i complained madly! i don't rmb him very well, but it is my absolute privilege to have known him. he who turned out to be mature, independent and filial. these values mean NOTHING to us in this generation, but we can't deny they shape the character of a person.

people feel pity that the 5 men left us young and full of promise. but i feel that we should be comforted by the fact that they had strived and worked hard to build dreams. the future only holds promise for us, i think, only when we make a start by our own efforts. and very honestly? not everyone has promising futures. some people just like to idle, waste away. i don't have friends like those.

i think it is timely, then, to be reminded that we should cherish our youth, build meaningful and lasting relationships with a few good people, make decisions with a good head on our shoulders, be joyful, and arm ourselves with a certain amount of ambition in life. most importantly, we should love selflessly. and then life will kinda sort itself out.

being with my primary school classmates after a long time made me happy. it was so wonderful seeing them. people know that i'm not one who loves to hang out in big groups. conversations become superficial then, and to me that is wasting my time. BUT. i felt at home. i felt like i was with childhood friends who would always innately understand and accept me. i can't describe it. i suppose that being kids together at a point in our lives made me let my guard down, made me comfortable. we grew up as a group, tainted already but not tarnished by adulthood and all the vices it brings: cynicism, reality, responsibility. childhood friendships are unpretentious.

i'm so happy i met my old friends today.

staying alive in paris

found an excerpt wedged in between an old foolscap pad whilst packing my room.

from Dead Poet's Society:

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."

when i read the bolded line, i was reminded of paris. i was reminded of terence and i sprinting from the underground train station like mad people, hoping to reach the LV store on Champs-Elysees before closing, in the hopes of getting an elusive bag.

i was reminded of terence and i trying to emulate the parisians' openness. we had witnessed so many parisian lovers displaying their affections for one another and decided to test it out for ourselves. if no one objected, it meant that it was a way of life. so we stopped to kiss for like, half a minute on the crowded Champs-Elysees. and no one bothered abt us. so we were right =)

i was reminded of the L'arc de Triomphe, the architecture in the photo above, constructed to commemorate Napoleon's victory. it is my idea of THE paris icon, beating the likes of the eiffel tower.

previously beauty only meant superficial, skin-deep beauty to me. that was the only beauty i had understood. but when i travelled to london & paris and beheld Westminster Abbey and the Arc, i was so stunned. that kind of architecture is completely foreign to asia. and you have to really see it for yourself in order to feel the kind of awe that i did. imagine how spectacular they must have been to stun me into silence. i just stood there both times, taking it all in, while Terence snapped away, capturing our precious moments. THIS is the kind of beauty we should be staying alive for. beauty that takes our breath away, beauty that enlarges our minds.

rock on, stella

current designer i am absolutely adoring: stella Mccartney (ok, not sure if this is spelt correctly).
anyhow, i am a fan of her's not because of her creativity, but because i read in 8 days yesterday that she designed a one-legged necklace for her spring '08 collection.
for those of you who don't have the free time that i do (don't worry, your exams will be over in NO time i assure you), this is the general idea behind what's gg on:
sir paul (of the beatles. i really shouldn't be needing to tell you this!) remarried heather mills after his wife passed away from cancer. there was rumour stella hated her stepmom. so now, as time has proven (haha. wonderful time. that sheds light on the true colours of ppl), sir paul and heather are embroiled in a bitter divorce. there was no prenup signed. and so.. she demands tons of money.. and plays out the role of victim to her best ability. she accused stella of having a part to play in the falling apart of the marriage, and in retaliation, stella designed the one-legged necklace.
question: WHY one-legged?
answer: as a result of some accident, heather had one leg amputated. she uses a prosthetic.

HAHAHA. stepmoms are evil. i always thot so. and in this case, ZERO pity for heather. i think stella won the battle between stepmom and stepchild. i like what she did. i hope the public LAPS up the necklace. hope it whips up a frenzy surpassing the lameass i-am-not-a-plastic-bag craze.

a stellar performance by stella. it rates ten out of ten on my scale.

friends, believe me. christmas is as much about sharing love with family and friends, as it is about deciding who to severe ties with. no one wants to go into a brand new year with all these negativity from the past attached. i never let myself be associated with people with bad reps for long. do that for yourself too. trust me, a few true and trusted friends are all you need to get by.

this is cher and i.

cher, happy belated birthday.

your birthday fell on the day of my french paper.

very interestingly, i was thinking of you.

because out of 20 helping words given for letter-writing, the only word i didn't recognise nor use was " cher".

i just checked it up. cher means a lot in french.

haha. so i left it word out, even though it was compulsory to use ALL the helping words.

cher my friend, means ALOT of love, alot of kindness, alot of bravery (because she went to town and snapped cute little boys holding up letters that spelt I-heart-REBECCA for my birthday last year. cuteass!), alot of heart.

have a wonderful time, before the big 20 hits you!

monday, blah day

2 lit papers down, 1 lit and 1 french to go.
over the weekend i barely touched my books.
and now, i've lost quite abit of my will to study.
ok well, most of it.
i cannot imagine gg through that whole sitting-down-for-two-hrs-and-a-half-and-writing scenario again tmr. it's like a bad memory that's on repeat.
well maybe i feel like that because i don't like lit theory.
interesting, but nth very tangible to study.
which is not my kind of study.
my kind of study involves texts, notes, and LOTS to cram in my mind.
this is kind of disconcerting.
got a weird feeling in my stomach.
ARGH. EXAM BLUES+ PMS= LETHAL COMBINATION.
ok. but this is way better than studying for any lameass early childhood paper.
i shall shut up now.
talk when i'm in a much better mood on wed.

Rainbow nation

i took this picture of my baby today. he is my favourite person in the world by far =) merry christmas everyone!

celebrate good times

i'm not really a cynic/pessimist.
you see, i found this out abt myself when after my first paper yesterday, I realised that the very natural state of mind should be STRESSED. stress over the papers to come. all my friends are.
but i am not stressed. i am fantasizing about all the things i can do once this ordeal passes. i am gg to run and get myself in the best shape possible for christmas. i am gg to tan myself evenly to get the most complementing skin tone i can ever have. i will get my ugly toenails sorted. i will go to orchard as and when i feel like it just so. no reason. just because. i will get down to a cosmetics hall to stock up on wonderful christmas limited edition palettes of cheek/lip colours. not because i wear makeup frequently. just because i am a sucker for packaging and love pretty things. i will have much better skin as i foresee that the medication the dermatologist prescribed will work. after 2 days i alr am seeing the redness go down. i really am very very excited abt the holiday season. i love the sickening crowds at the shopping centres. and i am a REAL pusher. if you're gg to bump into me, i will definitely shove you back. and if you look at me with shock, i will glare at you. if you're gg to start making some comment to yourself, i will make a loud comment abt you. so watch your bags. i may be small but i am super strong. haha. there was once terence pretended to lose to me at arm wrestling and i spent some time being so pleased with myself. until he came clean. and i was so dashed while he laughed madly. but i mean. when it comes to girl vs. girl don't underestimate me. HAHA. oh gosh!! ok. my heart rate is gg up. i am excited. i need to excuse myself now. back to the books.

lovin the muggin.

it's superultrafabulous that exams are approaching and i'm lagging behind in my readings. beowulf, paradise lost, chaucer.. you know, the great classics that no one will ever know abt until hollywood does completely sexed-up 'adaptations' to draw audiences.

it's also superultrafabulous that studying = snacking during self-imposed breaks. isn't it great? as we feed the brain with knowledge, we feed our mouths with junk. as our brains are enlarged, so our waist size increases. everything adds up, you know. we never have to worry abt our actions not tallying with consequences. i am gg to hit the gym tmr. i refuse to be a victim of exam-induced weight gain.

it's superultrafabulous to study in a public place, preferably one where retail therapy is available when the stress gets too much to bear. i mean, isn't it completely logical to stock up on plastic files just cos they are so brilliantly coloured and floral notebooks? it makes sense right? even when considering the fact that after exams means that we're on break? and we won't be using them? duh it makes sense. it's therapy you geddit? not practicality.

it's superultrafabulous, this life!

hitlist

My current favourites:
1. my nail colour- OPI's Lincoln Park After Dark, which is a deep purple with a hint of shimmer. with all the hype about production not being able to keep up with the demand of this shade, I just HAD to experience it for myself. no wonder it is Posh's favourite shade. it's quite something. but next week i'm leaving the dark side and going back to the light. HAHA.
2. Ben & Jerry's Dublin Mudslide- everyone knows i don't have a sweet tooth. but a tub in my freezer is calling out to me. and this is my favourite flavour ever. so. some day. before my sis attacks it!
3. Honey Dijon and Mustard flavoured kettle chips. YUM. YUM. speaks volumes because i rarely ever snack.
4. my new grey marle zara sweater. it fits like a dream.
5. November edition of UK Glamour: great size, great pink cover, great articles (esp. the one on overcoming tiredness which i absolutely need) and fashion spreads.
6. La Vie En Rose by Tony Bennett and K.D.Lang- it comforts me when deadlines and exams are consuming my life now
7. chunky elastic bangles- the normal ones ( you know, the non-elastic type that sit on flesh)don't really fit me cos i am so incredibly small, but i've managed to find 4 to suit many looks: metallic, retro, breezy and modern. dorothy perkins, topshop and far east have some great ones.
8. terence. past, current and everlasting favourite. HOHO. everyone knows it, but just to annoy those who can't stand me being lovey-dovey. this one's for YOU.

Aren't we lovely?

haha.. it's been some time hasn't it?
been away celebrating my birthday (whilst battling last minute essays and tests) and i had 4 celebrations in total. all were smashing in their own ways. thank you everyone.
if a birthday is meant for a girl to be queen for a day, then you all made it happen.
thank you darling, my whole family (esp. my sis whom i love and adore), qiulin, yujie, shaf, jiahui, abby, funai, mel, manda, cindy, huijia, car, bear, koko, linnet, asal, nina, puan.
you all, you made me very very happy. =)
will post the photos soon.

am trying to focus on studying for french now. but am tapping my foot and my heart is soaring to stevie wonder's Isn't She Lovely. I tweaked one of the verses and this is my version for my beebsy. I love you Terence.

Isn't he lovely
Truly, the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy
We have been heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
Through us He'll give life to two
But isn't he lovely made from love.

To hear the song, I highly recommend going to youtube and watching a video montage of Queen Rania of Jordan. Isn't She Lovely plays in the background while there are photos upon photos of her beautiful face. She's really gorgeous, reminds me of Rachel Weisz. Well, but I was royalty for 4 days too so no envy there. =)

thank you everyone!

capture me with grace

hui shan and shan =)

i hereby proudly announce that i am henceforth invincible- it's THAT time of the month once again and i survived all discomfort and bloatedness (oh, how i felt like a pufferfish you wouldn't imagine) WITHOUT being pop-happy on panadol menstrual. YES!! this is the first month in many years that i've successfully abstained frm the painkillers. last mth was a complete terror (haha mel. NOT horror. TERROR); i was on campus when the pain hit me and i actually wished God had taken me home. ok, not really. but the pain was excruciating. it's not easy being a woman but we get to wear dresses. SO THERE.

jiahui, thank you so much for the parcel. more than what it contained, i was so moved that you thought of me. and your message on the card really let me know that you love me for me. thank you! was with terence when i opened the letterbox and haha.. he really saw that i couldn't wait to just rip open the parcel. it's very nice to receive mail the old-fashioned way. =) thank you friend. see you soon!

cher, thank you for posting the pics. it's nice to see us together, all young and beautiful. that includes you, silly moira.

i need you Jesus; this world has nothing for me.

fluff

really wish i have the inspiration to muse about an issue; something that requires higher-order thinking. but whenever terence returns i lose the ability to mentally debate with myself (i.e. my insistence that fat people should NEVER EVER think that they are fabulous cos skinny/slim is the way to go, versus all that stands against my argument). hmm.

but now i'm in lala land most of the time. i went for a mani yesterday and i FEEL SO GOOD. i had chipped my nail very badly and having it fixed by the lovely Ee ting really makes me happy. unfortunately, no cute colour name to speak of this time. crimson was what i was bent on but on second thought, i decided to wait for next week cos that shade matches all my birthday dresses. i requested a bronze-ey hue, and settled on OPI's designer series' Diamonds. it turned out to be lilac/light-greyish. i'm pleased. let me post a pic of my nail colour soon. baba.

the ever-lovely terence REALLY, REALLY encourages my ditzy mood. yesterday, (as always when i have a fresh mani), i was very compulsively placing my fingers against his dark skin to admire the paint job (the contrast is better, you see). i did it eight times at least, and each time he would either beam at me proudly/say "you like your nails, don't you?"/look at me lovingly. haha. =) it's so trivial, so insignificant. but small things like a mani excite me and he's so happy when i am.

this boy knows my heart; he really does. and for that, i love him madly.

J'adore, with every beat of my tea-leaves heart, Terence.

feeling slightly dashed; i've a bad knee therefore stilettos are currently out of my repertoire. been wearing kitten-heeled pumps or ballet flats more often nowadays. OH LORD heal me!

I must say, however, that life is brilliant despite the above minor injury (and major blow to my hopes of being of normal height)! terence returned 2 days ahead of schedule today, because the typhoon in qingdao destroyed some "ramp" so sailing activities were hindered and... voila!! my petit ami is back! i woke at 6 to fetch him this morn, and i reiterate that no one can possibly motivate me to rise before the sun, save for my love. =)

they didn't let off on their training (assuming that if they had remained in QD they would've been workin' it out at sea), so we had a couple of hours together just now before he headed to the sailing centre and me, home for a cat nap. now, tehons and I are going to hunt down my topshop size 4 foil dress, dinner then catch Man U-Chealsea at wherever in orchard they screen it (I hope for a mojito as well...) those working/schooling tmr, EAT YOUR HEART OUT!! my break has only just begun.

bye!

viva la vivo!

I WANT MY TOPSHOP SIZE 4 FOIL DRESS. I WANT I WANT I WANT. I WANT!
(if the piece they reserved for me at wisma has a faulty zipper as well, i will be SO mad.)


me to cher: i miss you SO much my darling. what happened to combined dance prac?! it's not happening, is it?! no, i am not learning driving. that pic was taken in church carpark! weren't you there? =) heard that you're free next week. let's paint the town red! promise me..

me to melsie: HELLO faerie! i won't drive a beetle if i pass. i want a baby JAG. Rawwrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!! Daddy wld approve. BABA!

purchases today: dirty gold button-down sweater from topshop. black patent pumps from charles & keith. BUY LOCAL!!! ( i am sure i am still getting my Aldo pair tho!) =) licourice sticks and nerds rope from candy empire.

see you soon..

sunny side up

"I use my diamond to scratch your face"

i was about to lament how shopping doesn't do it for me anymore, like it used to.
for a long while i haven't been feeling like i'm spoilt for choice.
i get so frustrated that i haven't bought anything substantial recently. i can't define substantial. well, a couple of outfits maybe. three tunics at one go, a nice bag or a couple of pairs of shoes. i don't know.

today, i sense a change. a shift in wind direction. call it what you want. i'm eyeing:
1. a pair of Aldo kick-some-ass!! black patent pumps
2. a zara patent structured bag for sch (my H&M white one bores me alr. and it doesn't look classy at all.)
3. two bebe dresses to wear for my birthday celebrations
4. a warehouse clutch. so that i can sip cocktails with terence in style. give the girl a YUMMYLICIOUS mojito!!
5. a mango plain white tee (a girl can never have too many. and they stain real fast) and grey embellished bib top
6. a gap wrap sweater. in colour of the moment: GREY MARLE! yum.
7. zara fluorescent pink tee (ok ya. you know i won't wear fluorescent. but i don't know how to describe the shade!!!)


OH YES!! i've found my groove back. i am the shopping queen. and the faerie queene (bababa!). watch me unleash myself now that recess is here. well almost. "recess" is what NTU calls a one week break.

first up, a manicure on monday. after "Calling all Goddesses" (a pale pink) and "My private Jet" (a glittery dark grey), i've decided on a deep red. crimson maybe.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYEA!!!!!!!!!!!!

my happy heart

"What a day this has been

What a rare mood I'm in

Why it's almost like being in love

There's a smile on my face

for the whole human race

Why it's almost like being in love

There's a music of life seems to be

Like a bell that is ringing for me

And from the way that I feel

When that bell starts to peel

I would swear I was falling, swear I was falling

Why it's almost like being in love"

- Almost like being in love, Nat King Cole.

I love, love, love this song. It makes me happy, it makes me tap my feet and it emphasises that there's nothing that can compare to being in love. =)

the monster between us. the monsters that ARE us.

us at the Disney store, London. (inspiration for this post's title. haha. i think it's hilarious).

view of the London eye from St. Jame's Park

well, this doesn't really need a caption.

i see Disneyland!! haha.

men in uniform.

guards marching in. buckingham palace!

the wind beneath my top. haha

British museum.

i love my terence.

Really, really do. =)

live for the moment! is the cry of our generation.
but i always like to think that without the inclusion of sweet, sweet memories in our minds, there would be no hope for the future.

how can we live for the moment if we never experienced wonderful times in our pasts?

so, more pics of Terence & I in London.

just because I want to look forward to more of such uninhibited explorations and amazing fun with him.

school rocks. my mind is completely liberated now. HOORAY.

current nail colour: OPI- My Private Jet

thank you bar and mirror, for teaching us precious lessons. oh! we've
come so far together! (L to R): moira, me, joy.

(L to R): moira, joy, joann.

saying bye with a bang!

attempting a cheshire cat photo moment.

b4 you even wonder, i am holding a cd. dance is nothing without music!

well it's farewell to a dance room that we've been using for so many, many years.

we've laughed so hard inside, injured ourselves whilst stretching, talked senselessly, sprawled ourselves all over and most importantly, we danced our hearts out.

the dance room always will be our's; we're just being sentimental fools and cherishing the layout that we can imagine with closed eyes.

it's just a refurbishment.

but oh well. a few parting shots of us. cher, shanelle. we miss you. you complete our fantastic 5.

HAPPY 20TH FRIEND!

Happy happy birthday to Car!

Thank you for always being there for me.

This is specially for you.

You make me happy!

glorious, vibrant, splendid hues!

wish i knew how to use blogskins or whatever to change my template. but i'm such a technical retard that you can be sure my blog will remain as basic black for some time to come until someone really kind and loving rescues me frm the darkness (thanx dear, i love you). hahaa.. well, term has started as everyone knows. so many of us from crescent ended up in ntu and i'm very honoured to be part of tt big group. it means alot to me to be placed in uni cos i cling desperately to the old-fashioned and dying belief that a degree holds the key to a bright and promising future. poly was a disaster but at least i pulled through (so "coma"-sounding but my senses were REALLY dulled for 3 years). i don't miss ngee ann one bit. not my classmates there ATALL (there's a diff between classmates and friends..) nor the place nor the food nor anything ATALL ATALL. nostalgia my butt!! uni is rather exciting for me (i couldn't expect anth less coming frm ECH right?) but i mean, NTU's in boon lay. the travelling doesn't kill me but wouldn't it be awfully smashing if campus were in Orchard my home? my birthplace, so to speak? i say yes! but i sense disapproval all around. haha.. well, enjoy more pics of Terence & Rebecca's London-Paris adventure! the theme today is flora and fauna. from St. James' Park, Hyde Park and the open space near Westminster. the blooms were so lovely i was in paradise!! summer captured and encapsulated in a very fleeting moment by Terence (while i stood around unconstructively recalling Enid Blyton tales and imagining myself to be a garden fairy) . see you soon!

Happy birthday Singapore

"...these are my friends. we are singaporeans!"

Thank you for 19+ good years, Singapore.

i sparkle, i glitter, i shine!

my sweetheart.
Stuffed peacock in the display of Harry Winston!

uncle, i tell you something..

welcome, welcome to my new home. i'm launching it with a bang! Enjoy the pictures of London. Will post more soon!


I LOVE YOU TERENCE!