Cups took picture with Godfrey Gao. Plus pictures of Mark Zhao and Godfrey Gao.

Cuppy I am super duper freaking godamn jealous lah!

Of all places to see her again, we bumped into each other in Butter’s toilet. I was at the sinks just waiting for Xin bebe and suddenly I felt eyes on me. The queue waiting to use to toilet was long and snaked along the wall. I was wearing socks with my new wedges so I thought it was the usual disapproval from other females about my choice of footwear and hosiery. For some reason, she looked familiar, then I realised who she was exactly.

She smiled. For a minute, I wonder what to do. But I decided to be a bigger person, after all, it has been 9 years and I am more mature. Or should be more mature because I am still older than her. So I walked towards her

She said she met up with Mas occasionally. I knew that but just nodded along. She said she heard that I was doing well. I explained that I just changed my job. But she said she meant my temper. I had to bite my tongue. I lost my temper all the time back then only because of her. But I just smiled. She said that she heard from Mas that someone was courting me, plenty of boys. I just looked at her and wondered why things were this way, she said I could get my contact from Mas for anything, I didn’t bother to get her number. Luckily my phone was with Xin bebe. I tried to make small talk about how hot it was inside Butter. When it finally got to the point when I had to go, I just grabbed her shoulder. I couldn’t bring myself to hug her.

I can’t remember what we used to talk about. I can’t remember how it was like, when we were on good terms and when things soured. But I know that after nine years, the hurt is still there.

Sweets for my sweet! Wish I was in Sydney with the one and only darling Dominikki for her engagement party.

When work requires you to hit the beach on a weekend, the line between work and play blurs. It seems rather surreal when you watch people you have interviewed on TeeVee. They seemed like ordinary Human Beings then. I guess I am still ‘starstruck’.

Butter was on Friday night for BB’s birthday, though the birthday girl was missing at Zouk for half of the night. As it is, I always come up with conclusion that I am really getting too old to club. But Xiu Ru on the other hand, always comes up tops and leaves bubbling and insisting that the night was fun. Well, I guess leaving the club when the lights switch on does signal a successful night. The fun part of the night was revealing our actual ages to little boys. It was a hell of a laugh.

One and a half Flamings plus others and we are still standing.

Those are in my opinion, the most perfect pair of pants one could wear. Note to self: find the perfect pair of straight pants and roll them up, how hard can it be?

I just sold out. Accepted all forty something of Friend Requests on Facebook.

I have been following 8Tokyo for some time. How to resist the inanely cute-ness of the Japanese goods and Japanese style showcased on this blog? If I was living in Tokyo right now, I would rush out to buy every little trinket, candy and food that they update their entries with.

Imagine my surprise when I saw that they were coming to Singapore and there was going to be a meet up. The magical words were kawaii Tokyo souvenirs. I wanted to meet the 8tokyo team, (afterall they sell tote bags) and I also wanted to receive KAWAII TOKYO SOUVENIRS! Alas, just one day and all the spots were taken up and there was no space for me. Would it be weird if I still went and then just stalked the meet up?

Today I tagged along to an interview. Slim interviewed a local drama artiste. One of the perks of this new job is meeting hot men (okay more like hot boys). Of course when meeting handsome hunkaburning loves, one feels extremely extremely unattractive. I never felt so conscious about my thighs. Now I know why the rest of the girls whip out their mirrors everytime they head out and put on their battle face. This is why.

Denise is in town currently. The globetrotter has finally laid her roots in her ‘hometown’ Jakarta. Although we rarely speak, she is always a breath of laidback fresh air. As she updated us about her hiking adventures in Hong Kong and her domestic based weekends in Indonesia, I wished very much to get to know her all over again and better.

Taking the bus for the second time to town today, I spotted a blond couple walking towards ION with the male pushing a stroller. What caught my eye was the female dressed all in Lululemon head to toe. As the bus drove past, I realised that I recognised the couple. They were yoga teachers. The male teacher had his trademark long hair loose and was pushing their baby in the stroller. I wondered whether he and the child were walking Anna, the female teacher to Ngee Ann city for a class or that they were just taking a walk in town. Did they live nearby? Do Yoga Teachers make so much to live near town?

Are you the same? Do you make up stories in your head about the interesting people that you see on the road? You give them a name, an identity, a background, friends and family, dramas all in your head? I know I do.

I am an angsty person. I have always been an angsty person. Maybe that explains the little few good friends I do have. When you first meet me, I am all airy fairy sweet good naturedness, which is my true personality in a place not called the real world. Because maybe after you have passed the test of the circle of trust, (which believe me you don’t want to pass at all) you will be enveloped into the inner circle of Awfulness. Where it means I whine unexhaustedly about how crap my life is. I do not get tired because I have stamina (like that queen bitch mother of mine), I had been doing this all my life. I am a typical Singaporean after all.

Every one knows I do not watch movies. Part of the reason is because I get so antsy when the popcorn tub has been emptied. The rest of the real reason is like explained in the last entry, I do not like to escape, no matter how crappy real life is.

For a long time, I have not read any books, except for non-fiction books and cooking expeditions because of the same crap they pile in movies, they pile in books. They make me think about how crap my life is. How come so and so can spend their life pursuing their life goals or their so-called love of their life while I spent my waking hours working? I do not let it rest, especially with descriptions. I remember vivid descriptions so well that to this day, I can recall paragraphs of descriptions in books I read in secondary school.

For an even longer time, I have not written anything. I used to spend time crafting words and words of crap just to conjure of the world that I wished I lived in. As much as I like to use the excuse that ‘I started working’, more of the true explanation is that I have given up on any remote wish to pretend that there is justice in the world, fairy tale love in the world and immortality for all beliefs.

But I will start reading again right now. After being completely disgusted with the TV serial mentioned in the last entry, I think it would be better to fill my recreational time with blogs, non fiction and real world news (and choice TVB dramas). Besides the forever constant flood of foreign magazines that pollute my messy bedroom.

I am a twenty seven year old intern. I will be happy with my lot. Every morning I eat yogurt and fruits and drink lots of water. As I change, I listen to the world’s news on the BBC usually filled with reports of suicide bombers, indiscretions undertaken by the world’s politicians, the latest Obama going ons. I feel worldly, usually thank my stars I am living in Singapore and go on to face the world. As the day wears me down, I reach home to watch some TVB on cable, to update myself on my book marked blogs and then proceed to surf aimlessly on the world wide web filling my head with trash and grandeur dreams of materialism.

Me and a certain Xiu Ru’s current obsession is with the Taiwanese Drama starring Ella and Jerry Yan called Down with Love.

I was home last Saturday and it was showing on Channel U. So I watched the end of whatever episode showing then. I like Ella. Despite not knowing any S.H.E songs except for those that the girls sing at KTV, I appreciate the freshness that she brings to the teeny boppy scene that is antithesis of the flowy long hair girly teen queen which have polluted our screens since forever. And I appreciated that this particular show has Jerry Yan whose hair is longer than Ella’s falling haplessly and hopelessly in love with a girl that he thinks is a lesbian. Let’s digress for a moment. Just because Ella has short hair and is boyish, it is typical of lesbian rumours to fly. Let’s just not brood over how ridiculous people are.

The deal is, this doesn’t happen in real life. The deal is, no handsome drop dead guy would fall in love with a girl who has short hair and is a boy in mannerisms, who is darn cute but the truth in as our dear Xiu Ru mentioned, a guy like him will pursue a trophy girl like his girlfriend (then ex) in the drama that we are discussing. Hence, this is totally our show as we msn-ed high five each other.

Of course, like all shows, it was too good to be true, as Jerry fell in love with Ella like freaking second episode and I had to endure him pining away for her (I love fast forward, don’t you?). In the end, when they finally made out, I declared the end of that show for me. Sure, this is why girls everywhere believe that some Jerry (or insert your dream dude who has a good body) will come and sweep you away with various antics that will melt your heart. (Or in my case, make me want to throw up my hot and spicy shaker fries).

Honeys, all these don’t happen in real life. The truth is, love in the movies, TV shows and in songs on the radio do not exist. The truth is Cinderella went home with Prince Charming and had to do his laundry, clean the castle and pander to his silly alpha male (if she was so unlucky) needs. And then they got bored of each other and maybe she or he ran away with some other royal. The truth is so sad that that is why people want to break out of the current and find new things or people because they need the excitement to maintain their mindset of love which is built up by the rubbish that all this counter culture (new term I learnt) feeds them.

And that is why, for the nth time, I don’t watch movies. And that is why I enjoyed 500 Days of Summer because it was so true except for the part where Tom met another girl which is only to make it feel good in the end and is a Lie.

I don’t like to escape. Reality suits me. So I am a wet blanket. Totally.

But I would recommend watching the show for like the first 3 episodes. Until Jerry got annoying. Then please revert to good old TVB where love is found and bam slam bang, everything happens with a click of the fingers so no one feels nauseated. I love a quick getaway