http://summerofblues.weebly.com

This is my official swansong here, although I might occasionally drop in just to keep this blog alive and in it's place. I don't know how websites work, and if I just leave it by itself, whether blogger will shut it down or not.

But my main musings will be at the address provided at the top so thank you for a splendid 2 years here! Thank you for reading, thank you for commenting, thank you for reading then texting me haha... It's been a great avenue for me to express myself!

So, I will take my bow. And see you at the other site: summerofblues :)

All my love to those I love!

Bug-eyed

Hello!
Today in the weather races, Sydney trumped Singapore! Believe it!!!!!
We were nice and sunny at 33dc, while the max temperature for Singapore was 30 :)
I have been so conditioned to the cold, that Terence had to convince me not to bring my sweater out with me!
But once I stepped out into the sun, AHHHHHHH. What was I thinking.

We had a pleasant lunch at Bondi Beach today, which was PACKED. Quite a happy, relaxed vibe as girls were in their bikinis, guys in their boardshorts.

I had an iced chocolate (not iced and it had whipped cream URGH), and a club sandwich minus the egg (hahahaha xue. I should have fed-exed the egg to you pleaseeeeeeee). Beebs had a honey strawberry smoothie (same complaint-not even cold) and a vegetarian lagsana.
On this topic, his food choices sometimes stump me cos I am such a meat lover and he does have his vegetarian moments. We thought of having Vegetarian Mondays to save the earth/eat less meat but so far have not carried it out. Well he did today, but it's not Monday. Bahaha.

I bought a bikini set from Between The Flags, so top and bottom tgt cost 55AUS in total, which is quite cheap since the quality looks good. Prob only can wear it during my next trip down under as it's going to be raining next few days :(
So...great that I had this opportunity to gloat about the weather today since we're anticipating showers over the weekend haha
That's all for today!

Come with me together, and we can take the long way home.

Ok, I'll let the pictures do the talking. Sorta, almost, maybe felt more like summer today. Oh speaking of which, we caught (500) days of summer at the movies yesterday :) Not your typical rom com indeed. Zooey Deschanel is quirky cute! I think she must be like that in real life or her acting's pretty good. Either way. And temp. was 26dc today (big smile on face). which made showering in the morning and at night that bit easier on the bones (yesssssssssssss. I am that crazy girl who's hung up enough on her cleanliness to still shower twice a day). Ok, I remembered I said would let the pics do the talking (click on them for a clearer look).

The cinema, right in our own Bondi Westfield mall, which is what is Great World City to me in Sydney.

My lipstick!!! All eaten away with my lunch!!! Haha.. and the gangsta's in the hood yo!

Was going for a Grease lightnin'! look. This is Sandy's dress and she borrowed Danny's jacket :)

Can you see us??????

A fabulous installation/exhibit at Bondi Westfield. All the mannequins are clothed in the season's latest!

Introducing my favourite sleepwear label: Peter Alexander! And the packaging...what a dream!!!!!! :)

And this FABULOUSLY nautical-chic slip is what I bought!!! Fun fun fun!!!!

I think this is what all campuses should be like. This is my favourite spot for sunbathing & people-watching at UNSW :)

"We are young, we run green, keep our teeth nice and clean. See our friends, see the sights, FEEL ALRIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Chanel. Mother of my Chantelle. Chantelle is my 21st birthday gift from Terence. Have you seen her yet????? Will post pics of her soon :) She's almost a year old now. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. tick-tock.

Can you see the mannequin's hair??? So cute and yet glammed up by the camellias. What a hoot! This is the Chanel store at Bondi Westfield-yes, everything is here. I HEART.

This is my big sofa. I invite you to come sit with me hahaha.

This is Central Railway Station. Reminds me just a little bit of London. Which I miss tons and tons.

Terence. Slightly miserable cos he was waiting for his food to come. He was hangry (hungry+angry). Hahaha. Ok am totally making this up.

Lunch at Drunken Geisha which serves up asian cuisine. This was my Nasi Goreng. Hmmm.. not spicy enough by a mile. Best I ever, ever, ever, ever had was at Banyan Tree Bintan.

If I stare hard enough, I believe sambal chilli + chilli padis will miraculously appear...NOT :(

Terence's shot. Lovelieeeeeee! Looks like a painting. A little pop-artish. I likey.

The tram home. Nap time!!!

Nostalgic already

Hi everyone!
Thank you all for taking the time to visit us at our blog at weebly.com.
As Mel said, that site is pretty damn awesome and all credit goes to Terence :)
It's really the fruit of his labour, his baby!
I mean, I've been on blogger for more than 2 years come October and I really, really don't want to move.
(HAHAHA. Terence just looked at my screen and is up to some dramz about me being a traitor hahahaha)
partly why I'll miss it here is cos I love my site name rebeccasparkles. yes, vanity. tsk tsk.
But I want to show my full support, and hope you all will too :)
So, this is official- I will be moving to the other site on my birthday (a milestone always makes change easier, right?), which leaves me with a few more days at blogger.
So let's meet here tomorrow... it's still a date at Royal Rouge for now!

Meet my new friend: Pimpo

Terence & I ventured out of Sydney into the far-flung corners of New South Wales today by rail and bus.
Thank you everyone for your concern for us, but the sandstorm has not affected us in any way at all; except that the wind that is blowing the sand in from the desert is being suchabitch cos temperatures dropped to 18 max today which made it seem like well, winter all over again.
I was very determined to pull off my floral-dress-grounded-by-a-biker-jacket look with aplomb however, and I did.
Yes, the cold did get to my legs but so it did to my face as well. So what was I supposed to do? Wear a mask??????????
Ok, so check out our adventure in more detail (written by my darling Fiance) at http://summerofblues.weebly.com !
I think I shall be making a permanent move there soon so, adjustments everybody! Change is upon us! Ha.
I'm dreaming of dinner on balmy nights at Bondi Beach with Terence. Well, it's most prob not gonna be balmy at all tmr night but I'm sure having my night out at a quaint 'lil cafe nonetheless!
See yaaaaaaaaa

Oh, and Pimpo is a Giant microbes plushy. He is supposedly a million times magnified version of a...Pimple. HAHAHA. loves!

Spring...it's surfing right up!

In Sydney already; sunny this time round!
Was sitting on the lawn at UNSW this morning and I got a singlet tan alr HAHAHA.
Imagine how powerful that is...... I don't tan very easily at all!
It's not that warm though if there's no sunshine; temp ranges from around 16degrees in the morning to about 23 max?
Air is still very dry and I'm still depending daily on an old faithful: Claratyne!
Broke out in an itchy rash upon arrival but I'm all sorted now, thank goodness :)
Terence and I flew in together (he transited for a day in SG before we left, having come from Weymouth England where he was competing) and it was a rather bumpy plane ride towards the end.
I dunno if you all have heard about Sydney's red skies and so on.. weather not being too friendly.
I think it was storming when we flew in, which caused our plane to keep circling around australia. Air traffic was very heavy probably due to visibility troubles, so we were delayed for a good half hour. During which, I might add, there was quite bad turbulence and when once I thought the plane lights came on again, it turned out to be a flash of lightning. Gahhhhhhh imagine that.
Was so, so scared. Terence was bored though, which helped me a little I guess. He tried his darndest to calm me down by talking to me, asking me to kiss him and so on...... But I was NOT to be comforted at all. Haha.. was being quite difficult at that moment, so THANK YOU TERENCE :)
So far we haven't done anth exciting; he's trying to sleep off the jet lag and I'm also sleeping alot in accordance. Haha.. Been cooking up a storm and watching dvds. I lovedddd sofia coppola's poptastic version of Marie Antoinette! And dear was sharp enough to spot a pair of converse sneakers in the midst of all that fancy footwear she collected! HAHA! wonder what that was supposed to mean.. Perhaps a metaphorical cameo by the director herself, which is really cool!
Also watched the film adaptation of my favourite book, Frankenstein. Naturally, nothing like Mary Shelley's amazing amazing work but I thought it was a good enough representation :)
Am glad to be back in the land of Arnott's Montes (a fantabulous chocolate coated biscuit!!), Solo (an almost-better-than-Coke spritzy lemonade drink) and no house lizards.
Also, Terence and I were at Myer, Target and David Jones that day and do you know what's up?????????? CHRISTMAS is up!!!!!!!!!!! Trims are for sale already, with the all essential baubles, stockings and even cards as well!
Am a happy lark :)

There's a world outside your window

I am immensely proud of myself for finishing my essay today.
not that normally it would be a very notable feat considering word count is 1000 max and it's only worth 10% of the total grade.
But i was really suffering from a mushy brain and was very susceptible to spacing out. Like, after two sentences I would rub my eyes and drag out a long sigh cos that took supreme effort. And I was also suffering from Ireallywonderus howmanypeopleareinthesameboatus asmewhiletheothersarehavingcopiousamountsoffunitis. HAHA. can you even decipher that disease? Can't believe I'm still attempting to be funny here even though my brain is telling me that it only can muster a play-by-play account of my agony. You really must push yourself sometimes. For personal growth.
Well, it really doesn't help that everything that your eye scans seem to have 'long weekend/break' in it right? But it really goes to show that us Singaporeans are a stressed out bunch.
On a side note, I am loving the rain though. Are you? Even though I wish it wouldn't inconvenience motorists and old men and women trying to make their way around. It just feels FESTIVE! 
like, last week I was in the car and it started pouring, which led me to start singing Do they know it's Christmas Band Aid version (Chris Martin's voice is so beautifully haunting and Dido's is spectacular!!!). my sis was not in the mood to sing along though, cos she was reciting her history notes (a-levels just peeping around the corner haha). 
I'm not trying to be kooky/quirky/cute ok. I'm serious. I feel that Christmas is near and that makes me very happy :) Don't rain on my parade.
lalala.
Ok, think I should sleep soon. Gotta fastest fingers first for online-check in tmr morning. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
My long weekend is here at long, long last!

Welcome back to...

Project Runway!!!! May I hereby declare my love for Tim Gunn again; if he weren't gay I'll rank him along my other old men crushes like Sean Connery and Pierce Brosnan!!!

And I also want to take this opportunity to BOO tyra banks who just thinks she's an absolute goddess. It makes me want to puke when all the models on ANTM just scream hysterically/cry/(hello??)/reach out to touch her (yes, I'm thinking woman with the issue of blood in the Bible who HAD to touch Jesus' cloak to get healed; this one I can understand cos I would definitely have done the same). It's probably one of the criteria to getting on the show: MUST ADORE TYRA or otherwise convince viewers that you do.

Then there is the issue of her putting on weight and looking like a gargantuan WHALE and she was all like, here I am in my bra and I'm not going to change anything I love my body shit. Have you seen her recently? She lost a ton of weight. And of course, came up with some crappy excuse. I don't know why people will just not admit that there is pressure to succumb to skinny. If she was so lovin' the 'plus-sizedness' then it seems logical that she should have continued to balloon???  See. The size zero camp always wins. HA. I'm not going to watch anth that has to do with Tyra from now on cos she's a hypocrite. Make that hippocrite. HAHAAHAHA. And may Oprah, Ellen, Larry King, Jay Leno and all the other talkshow hosts continue to be in a league of their own in terms of ratings. BOOOO TYRA. you suck. 

I'm so glad we made it to Thursday. Oh, as I'm typing this Friday. YAY!!!! not that the weekend is going to be relaxing since I have to rush my essay (on Robinson Crusoe, no less....ZzzZzzzzzzzZzzZ). But once I'm done, I'm OFF TO SYDNEY AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! gonna get a good prep pedi in a bright cheery hue tmr. When you're going to be in flip-flops, flowy dresses (with flowy tresses!) the whole time, nothing is more important. Happy long weekend everybody! You must/will be loving it!

Up for air

I'm thinking of leaving the dance ministry.
I just don't feel like I can commit anymore.
Am I being impulsive? Hope not.
Anyway, I know that once I've made up my mind there's no going back.
I probably should give myself a set amount of weeks of going for practice and then decide.
I dunno, 12? 16?
I'm really struggling, and I don't want to anymore.

A lull; school so dull

Well well.
The main reason I'm not feeling the drag of school so far (it's week 5 now) is because I don't even feel like term has started. Really.
It's very scary. I've totally lost my momentum after 3 months of holiday.
I mean, I wouldn't claim to say that the 3 months just flew by. They didn't.
I had sucha good time staying over at Terence's, shopping, reading my mags, watching TONS of dvds and in the process making friends with the VideoEzy peeps, working once/twice a week, getting engaged and just living day to day and wrecking my brains over what, which outfit to wear the next day? FUN!
This semester I'm taking 3 literature core modules, and was not assigned any elective at all. I don't quite mind, my AU clearance being quite on track, except that it makes me even less motivated to go to school. I have 9 hrs of classes spread equally over 3 days in a week, and that's so little.
And yet, I'm actually behind in my readings. Yes, they're boring but no, I don't think I'm trying very hard to get through them.
I wouldn't say I'm terribly interested in my modules as well, which is a real pity because I would like to enjoy every bit of my education. Helpppppppppppppppp.
Nevermind, mid sem break is coming up. Have found this new optimism within myself. Hahaaaaa! :)

P.S. Was at an August magazine (it's a men's editorial) photoshoot with Terence and AhLoy on Monday at Fitness First. I absolutely swooned at my fiance's gym shots. He's really so fit! I don't have the pics with me currently but I hope to post them up before the november issue hits stands. Yum. He does still make me weak-kneed :)

Bah.

I've been seeing alot of the word 'girlish' in local magazines recently and I don't like the sound of it. I feel that 'girly' sounds better. Don't you agree? I looked up both words on my Mac dictionary and 'girlish' was used in a sentence such as: "She broke out in a fit of girlish giggles." Girly, on the other hand, is apparently  an often derogatory term. I don't think it has such a connotation in our part of the world though. SO with that, let's do a sound check.

1) This dress is at once elegant and girly!
2) This dress is at once elegant and girlish!

The former sounds better. I can't describe why. I think 'girlish' should only used in the context of an adverb ('girlishly') or a noun ('girlishness'). I wish the fashion writers would stop dropping 'girlish' into almost every other sentence. Enoughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It's the same way our primary school teachers reminded us to stop using as generic an adjective as 'good' in our compositions.

So, so gorgeous.

Forget Angelina, Jess Alba and all the rest (Megan WHO?).
Forget Marilyn Monroe even (I never rated her anyway).
Gwen Stefani is THE hot mama.
And she rocks red lips best (although it's kinda fuchsia-ish in these shots)!
Which makes me come in a close second. HAHAHA. Kidding.
To top it all off, we share the same birthday.
How can I not be in love?
Absolutely stunning.
(Let's hope she's ALL au naturale)
Photosource: okmagazine.com

One of life's mysteries

Ok, let me try to be as short and succinct as possible.
It is the conundrum of why some fat people insist on dressing so skimpily.
I saw a living tofu on the train today; she was fat, fair, jiggly, wobbly and chunky.
And she was wearing a spag top and short shorts.
Like please okay. Today is Friday. I don't know why she wouldn't want to give all of us a break.
MY EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And if you want to bare so much skin and wear black, don't think we are none the wiser.
It can't ever be a coincidence that black is your favourite colour.
You want to show, and yet you want to conceal.
How stupid can one get?!
And you would think that with a body size like that her brain might at least be a little bigger right.
Yucks.
And with the end of this entry, I command myself to recover from this trauma.
I wish all of you much more pleasant journeys on the MRT.

My Utopia

This entry has been a long time coming. Please do enjoy. 

Well, as you all already know, I was in Sydney on August 9th but I did have a National Day moment nonetheless.

We were at the sailing club in Rose Bay, and I had just had the tremendous honour of christening Terence & Roy's boat with a bottle of champagne. I popped the cork and pronounced a blessing on Majulah (as she's named) and then the boys set out to sea for the very first time while I waved them off (bottle in hand, polishing off the remaining champers hahaha).

Because the other boats at the bay were smaller, Majulah was towering head and shoulders above the rest. As I was gazing upon 'SIN' for Singapore on their sail right up there, I just felt so proud. 

When I think of Singapore, I think of her in the good ol' days before she started being infested by china chinese. I may be young, but I am old enough to remember a Singapore free from bastardization, which essentially is the growing presence not of foreigners, but of china chinese. That was my utopia.

First of all, let me address the rebuttals forming at lightning speed in your head. 

1. How can I be racist against my own race? Ans: I don't actually see them as a 'race'. They are in a subgroup all on their own. 

2. But your forefathers came from china! Ans: Acknowledged. But I think along the way, we Singaporeans  have flourished and learnt social etiquette and awareness.

Granted, we still have a long way to go. But I believe we have learnt to stand, not SQUAT behind the yellow lines while waiting for the trains. I believe we follow the natural course of human expression and only shout in anger and excitement or when other people cannot hear us, and not as a part of everyday conversation (and worse still, in an enclosed space such as a bus). I believe we have the concept of filial piety ingrained in us more so than the place where it originated from; why else would I, a lady, have had to give up my seat on the MRT to an old lady while the two chinamen beside me just ignored her? 

I have the utmost respect for our MM, but I absolutely cannot agree with his stance of being accepting and open to these lowlifes to help our ageing population. More than anything, they are superficially (as I have shown above) and morally (here's to you cpf-sucking, coffee-shop-uncle-targeting parasites) tarnishing our country. I make it a priority, when I can, to make them feel unwelcome (after witnessing the chinamen snub my old lady, I paid the deed back by promptly remaining in my MRT seat when a pregnant china woman came on. Yes, I was very sure. She was conversing with her husband in that bloody annoying whiny accent. No one can mistake that). The fact that the MM had to address this is very interesting isn't it? Surely there's growing resentment among Singaporeans. We won't leave our beloved nation to the dogs!

True, this is reality. But I have much more pleasant memories of Singapore which I will continue to revisit until this issue is addressed, or until I migrate. After all, home is where the heart is whereas a nation is but a concept. 

Terence on a white horse

I just watched Casanova and loved it!!!

All the essentials of a fairytale set in the beautiful Venice (which I repeatedly say I must visit before it sinks although in the case of this movie I largely suspect a fair amount of it was a Hollywood set instead): the fairy-godfather backing the innately good-hearted Casanova, the villian of a man played by Jeremy Irons (who seems to be in alot of Venetian-type roles; think Merchant of Venice haha), the adorable Butler not typically named Percy but Lupo this time, and the lovers who eventually get together played by the stunning English rose Sienna Miller and the most charming late Heath Ledger.

Alot of loose knots in the plot tied up neatly and nicely in the end. 

Although so many of my lit texts abound with abstracts, I'm a princess at heart who loves a happy-ever-after. Prince Charming and all :) It's a luxury to indulge your girly side occasionally, taking a break from the fight for the equality of women, haha!

44 years young

"There's no place I'd rather be

You'll always be a part of me."

I guess Terence & I will be celebrating by singing along to National Day songs on youtube tonight. And unfortunately, I didn't bring along red and white clothes with me (shame!!!). 

But Singapore is in our hearts and on our minds always :)

Happy Birthday young lady! 

The future is full of PROMISE. 

Got the travel bug

I don't know how I was overcome with optimism a few days ago when I arrived in Sydney; everyday just seems to get colder and colder to me now! And strangely, may I add, in the day and not so at night (oh wait, that's when the heater comes on and we're safe in the room- safe from the sneaky breezes and sometimes outrightly blatent WIND). 

I see some girls baring legs though. I'm like, WOW. and while we're on that, their legs are tanned as well (looks like some people have been at the S-O-L-A-R-I-U-M, tut tut. or ok, maybe really perfected the art of using a self-tanner). Oh well. Nothing that a hot plate of fish & chips and some hot chocolate cannot solve. Not that I've been having these all the time. And even so, I might still not put on weight cos Terence and I pound the pavements like nobody's business every single day. HAHA. who am I kidding. The scales will tell when I return. 

And since now I consider myself a sort of authority on cold weather travel, let me recommend that you always buy anti-histamines before departing. When the dryness hits and you're sitting mournfully on the bed scratching your skin off (and urgh, rather morbidly hoping for pain to replace the itch), it'll be too late to hit the chemists at even 5.30pm cos that's when the sun sets here. YES. IMAGINE THAT. I WOULD NOT KNOW HOW TO LIVE IF TERENCE WEREN'T HERE WITH ME. ok, I jest. But really, I was already thinking that Singapore should enjoy European summer hours whereby sunset is at 9pm+, not 7pm+. This is alot worse. 

And I was so convinced earlier on just now that the Claratyne wouldn't work on me; that somehow I would be the only exception to the rule- YES, I was really breaking out in freakin crazy & itchy rashes all over. But within a minute, I was healed. HAHA! very very very pleased that I can at least focus all my energies on combating the cold now, without the distraction of nasty little bumps. Oh and slathering top-grade moisturizer all over won't work. I tried. 

On a positive note, my face does not shine by mid-day anymore. Haha... but in all seriousness, I am having quite a good time here despite shopping being not too great cos it's winter and: 1. I refuse to peel off my layers of clothing to try something on unless it's really to-die-for 2. The colours are really sombre (bought 6 articles of clothing so far; 5 are black, 1 is purple). But it's really a different experience from Singapore. I love just plopping myself down on the grass whenever I see a sizeable patch. Haha.. It's relaxing here. People don't look so tense, are not so self-conscious. 

Ok, till then. See you soon. Melissa, Carissa and Paulineissa (HAHAHA. Sorry, I just have been wanting to do that since forever), I miss you guys!

Postcard

Hello from Sunny Sydney! 

Well it's actually winter right now but when I landed today the weather was VERY promising. Very cool, comfortable and without the bite. 

At night it's different though; Terence and I are using a heater now. I'm wearing a hoodie over a ratty tee-shirt over a singlet, paired with pyjama pants and what I think are wool socks (well, a slight percentage anw) courtesy of SQ. My feet are tucked under a wool blanket also. VERY COLD! feels like I'm in Europe or something. 

We're staying at Bondi but have yet to explore the beach nor the shopping in-depth (read: just browsing today). 

Sydney, as far as the suburbs go, isn't much different from Melbourne, I find.. but everything here seems more expensive. Have not ventured out into the city area.

Our flight was quite turbulent and I was so scared, but had not the heart to grip Terence out of his blissful sleep. Speaking of which, I never fail to wonder at people who can sleep on planes. I was so fatigued but just could not get any shut-eye. But being drugged out on a sleeping pill doesn't seem like a plan either. So like today, I'm usually quite zombie-like when I first land at my destinations. 

Tmr my onslaught begins. 

And I still do think that Singapore Air is a great way to fly :)

The bottom 10

ok well, I know this is old news but I only just watched the Project Runway finale on 5 and was TOO PLEASED that Tim Gunn replaced J.Lo as guest judge. I have no idea why he wasn't originally appointed anyway (no seriously. He looks very fair and without bias. And erm. He actually understands fashion.) J.Lo, I believe, cannot dress without a stylist even if her millions depend on it. 

And so, since we're on the subject of celebrities, I shall unleash my inner bitch right now and present the list of celebs I detest.

1. Mariah Carey. She who probably believes that she is the hottest, most divine being in the world. I'm sorry. Destroying the world does not a superstar make. She tops the list of most un-green celebrities due to her diva ways and entourage. EWW. And she looks like an ape. Regression (not that I believe in evolution, of course)!!!!!!!

2. Katie Holmes. Such a sweet thing, but minus one million points for being Tom Cruise's slave and having no mind of her own.

3. Hayden I-can't-even-be-bothered-to-try-to-remember-her-surname-for-this-post-but-everyone-knows-her-as-the-Heroes-cheerleader-something. What's the hype?! Ok. But she campaigned to save the whales. So she can just fade into oblivion now and no one would notice. Next.

4. Justin Timberlake. I don't know where to start. The disgusting yellow curly hair? HIS conviction that HE brought sexy back (hell, NO!!!)? And the fact that no matter how disbelieving we are, we'll always have THAT song to remind us of his inflated ego? 

5. Katherine Hiegl. When I see her picture in mags the line in my head goes: u-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi you ugly, eh hey you ugly! Why is she playing leading lady in rom coms??? Darling, leave that to Kate Hudson and Jen Aniston and all other PYTs please. 

6. Heidi Klum. And no, for the hundredth time, it is NOT her annoying voice. I am not THAT superficial. She is pretty. Yes, she looks like sunshine. Yes, yummy mummy! Yes, giving Angelina and Madonna a run for their money for most-international-family-award. But a supermodel?? Along the likes of Schiffer, Crawford, Moss, Werbowy (omg. I adore her.) and Banks? Really?? Looking so commercial?? Like she could sell toothpaste while the aforementioned girls have the edge to sell unwearable clothes costing thousands? Really?? Ok. But assuming Tim Gunn is her friend I shall stop here. 

7. The Simpson sisters. One is addicted to plastic surgery, one is addicted to food. They won't say, but we can SEE the results. Wanna guess which sister is addicted to which??? No prizes!! :) SOOOOO talented, the two. 

8. Claire Danes. Just yucks. Can't say why, really. Maybe the nose. 

9. Rihanna. Nothing to do with the whole Chris Brown saga and why she let him off so easily nonsense. A good friend mentioned she looks like a very difficult person (yes, one look at that bulbous gargantuan forehead and she literally looks very HEADSTRONG). I agree with my friend. And plus I think she got famous too quickly and it got to her head. Hate that too-cool-for-school aloofness. oh PUH-LEASE. 

10. Beth Ditto. Too fat for comfort. She scares me. And the fact that she loves food too much to change anything is even scarier. Trust me, I LOVE MY FOOD. But if I looked like that, I would definitely undergo drastic life-risking measures to lose that weight. She looks like 3X of me put side by side. Look her up if you don't know who I'm referring to. Just please don't think it's Halloween come too soon. It's just obesity. Glorified. And I hate that most of all. 

Ok, shall think of my top 10 favourites soon. My engagement party's tomorrow. WOOHOO!

even more warped than MJ

STOP THE ANIMAL ABUSE.

or rot in hell. 

Love the boy

I have an announcement to make!!!!

For those of you not in the know yet, Terence proposed to me at the Ritz on Sunday :)

He made me the happiest girl alive when he went down on one knee. 

I DID NOT SEE IT COMING.

But now, I have a fiance and a sparkler from Charlotte Atelier which I proudly wear. 

Of course the diamond matters (would you believe me if I insisted otherwise?) and he did NOT disappoint!

Hahaha.. So I have my childhood sweetheart's promise to marriage. 

And nothing could be better! :) 

We made it WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

peachy bunch of nerves

cherish summer while it lasts, and indulge your girly side. currently hoarding the bulk of magazines; the shoots are so gorgeous and happy. the only consolation is that while we begin the advance into fall/winter, aussie is the opposite and will celebrate sunshine when the rest of the world plunges into darkness. haha. how dramatic. 

results will be released tmr. AM NERVOUS. hope i don't need a dose of retail therapy after. would much prefer to treat myself in celebration. we'll see. i'm gg for a walk by the beach. hope it helps. 

i'm a student; get me OUTTA here.

I MISS PARIS.

what i wouldn't give to be walking on the cobblestone streets now, instead of sitting here and reading Hamlet. oh dear GOD. 

faux pas

Friday seems some time away. Cannot say that I spent the weekend very productively study-wise. Caught Revolutionary Road yesterday. Guess it'll resonate strongly in times like these. But i can identify more with Kate Winslet's character than Leo's. Although I prefer safe generally, like her, ultimately I still believe the only way is up, and that we should never settle. I don't like challenging myself but really, we never know our limits until tested. I am very irritated by my exams. oh, and I hate hate hate the new MCYS family funeral ad. have you caught it? NOT touching at all. so contrived, so damn lame. and really, i cannot fathom how our singles can pick up subtle messages to start actively looking for a partner. i was NOT AMUSED even watching it for the first time. just thought it was draggy and so cringe-worthy. hate that the widow tried to deliver an oh-so-fresh eulogy by getting everyone's attention with her: i'm-going-to-talk-about my-husband-in-bed bullshit. please. if i were single, i would think that such idiosyncrasies are not unique to a life partner. friends are good enough. or dogs. anyhow, i hope they stop screening it soon. 

Colonizer and Colonized

terence observed that just now, after paying for it, i clutched my new issue of uk glamour and skipped out of Harris without collecting my change. HAHA. i wasn't aware! i'm just a little bit happy. one has to be, after finishing two papers with three to go (do you know, we're even supposed to SPELL out numericals in our essays?! i think i knew but forgot haha). i really just want to twirl about in a dress and watch Revolutionary Road tomorrow. and eat sambal stingray (which i know won't happen soon cos it's just too hot to go to hawker centres these days, even newton circus). as the may issues of magazines hit newsstands today, i'm concerned that time will just fly past, and that spring summer will be over soon (which is a valid concern if you think about it. the fall previews will be out in about 2 issues. ARGH!). wonder if silk playsuits will still be in vogue next season. hmmm. what recession. i need an in-between-papers little shopathon tmr. 

grounded

exams exams lalala...

austria austria... lake traunsee...road trip... 

freedom..liberation...Grazia...

divine intervention...focus...i need a massage...

there is more to life than exams. and that's life itself. and the wonders of creation. that's what an old taxi driver taught me yesterday. certainly puts things into perspective. taxi drivers are my therapy. they are the best people to talk to for abit of a laugh, a slice of life and honest, no-holds-barred opinions. they really make me happy. and i'm so glad i've only met the best of them so far. 

back to my text then. paper's tomorrow and so far so good.

The Great Sigh of Relief: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

With great joy and relief, I announce that I have submitted all 5 lit papers and am currently preparing for my exams! A happy Good Friday to all; I hope that what Christ did for all of us still touches you this day, and every other day too. I feel incredibly blessed, and I undertake my revision with hope in Christ and with complete faith in His strength :)

I touched a snake!!!

Currently besotted with my pair of snakeskin wedges.

 Quite costly; but I am still delighted that I am wearing a reptile (if you don't agree, don't drop me messages telling me I am evil. I don't care for what you think.) 

I never, never can comprehend the wildlife people on documentaries espousing the gloriousness of a serpent. 

the same way activists will probably never understand the 'cruelty' of wearing snakeskin for something as frivolous as fashion I guess. 

BUT. luxe skins are not a fad. they are classics and here to stay. 

my pair is not loud at all; bronze but not too glitzy. 

My darling darling friend Pauline is SUPER anti-snake/sequins/shine. 

but she approved of the versatility of this pair. 

A pedicure in Lincoln Park After Dark completes the look. 

Let me upload a picture of them soon.

But please don't wear fur. I beseech you. The Furries are our Friends. 

upbeat

Enjoy some long-overdue CNY shots. my post is below the photos! :)

first of all, I made him pose for this. my boyfriend's not the showy type at all. I was inspired by his brit-india  cny clothes and somehow the first thing that came to mind was George Orwell's Shooting an Elephant. 

here's me and my mom-in-law-to-be at his grandma's place. love her!

that's us all celebrating my aunt's (pictured) birthday, that happened to fall on one of the days of new year. we feasted everyday! terence and siang (my cousin who resembles zac effron in every way, hahaha!) opted out of this shot. we're at sushi tei here.

 my best friend and I. a couple who eats together stays together! take my word on this. the table is bare cos our food hadn't arrived. hahaha. in case you're wondering.

 appreciating my first collections of a really GREAT harvest season. at that point of time (and even now), I was thinking: what recession? can't rmb the colour on my nails, but the ring is my cousin's; thot it was gorgeous but it's too big for my bones.

ok, back to the future. 

OH MY GOODNESS. 

i am so finally back. been locked out from my own blog for the longest time. problems with my password and the switch to a google acct and stuff like that. oh well. 

i suggest all of you visit The Sartorialist's blog. it inspires me everyday!

on the fashion front, I am trying to experiment with different looks now. I know everyone's all abt the recession but hey, i always maintain that you're only young once. save the safe for later (i.e. in a few years time when my peers and I reach the big 3-0 ARGH!!!!). long dresses (not maxi, help-keep-singapore-clean-by-sweeping-the-floor-also types), tribal influences and the ever-essential rocker studs and zips, block colours, minimalism and the quintessential floral flocks that I try to de-feminize. there's nothing worse than being called 'sweet'. 

Heart of an incredible lightness- terence calls me bikini pig

Welcome to the not-so-new year everyone!
How's your '09?
Mine's been off to a flying start so far; cousins from Australia came back, feeling really healthy and great (not so much like a slug anymore, slugging through the day sluggishly) and I discovered something that might actually be more therapeautic than shopping (*gasps, am I saying this?!)- packing.
been packing my room, throwing away stuff and it's really awesome now. like, i think i can qualify for some crappy I-madeover-my-room kinda reality series. AND WIN IT. hahahaa.
on the school front, so far so good. Shakespeare, Empire Lit and so on. it's my dream sem. hopefully with dreamy grades to boot.
but honestly feel spiritually challenged. a drifting away from God. my friend once told me you can never lose your faith. I agree. but you can kinda, start to think you can handle your life on your own. if you work at it. I don't think that's true. but I feel too far away to call on Him.
and yet, life really seems fabulous. I feel calm, secure, steady, serene, light, completely optimistic and truly truly happy and balanced; even more than I've ever been before.

but this thing between me and my God; well, paraphrasing Tim Gunn, I WILL MAKE IT WORK.
;)