I remember how when I first met her. She was a skinny little girl with a large backpack. It was Lacoste. Bags with brands were not in vogue yet. Her sister had bought her the bag. She had been teased at her old school because she looked weird. Have you ever heard about the ugly duckling?

She grew up tall and beautiful. She had an ethereal beauty. She had a short stint as a model where her face was plastered big at some places in town.

We used to have a book. We would passed it back and forth. My entries were filled with words, plots and ‘operation’ details. She would draw sometimes and write in her artsy handwriting. She used to draw and I used to write.

We understood each other. Even though we never ran in the same circles. Even as we were kids.

And she’s back. Welcome back my old friend. Don’t ever go away again.

* Having EWF with Dizzy on Friday night and going home at ten something.
* Standing from 1100 to 2100 hours at Bugis for work roadshow.
* Being told by young makeup artist that I have fine lines around my eyes.
* Am really not slim anymore.
* I’ve run out of short hairstyles to cut.

* Twittering on the go
* Daydreaming that I live in Tokyo
* Idly planning my New York trip in my head from what I remember from 2003
* Playing Godfinger
* Finding Esquire Hong Kong with Jiro on the cover to make up for the Men’s Uno Taiwan disappointment
* Stuffing our faces silly at Long Beach Dempsey with Missy Hartono and Xiuru
* Making a Friday dinner date with my one and only fab Dizzy

It’s raining right now. It’s amazing how much rain we have been having. I don’t remember Singapore being so rainy. Or maybe it’s because we never had to go out of buildings and get caught in the rain.

What I wouldn’t give to be in Tokyo now.

I have to take my New York trip before the end of this year. I will go alone. I will go where Awful never ventured before. Jupes says it’ll be good for me and I agree. If I don’t get on the wrong subway train each time. I am aiming for September or October.

Today I’m a walking Crayola primary colours crayon set. I’m wearing a green polo shirt tucked into a high waisted blue skirt with red flats. Accented with a white belt and black tights of course. Welcome to my world.

This is going to be a short post because I realised I don’t really have the drive to blog anymore. Though I twitter much more. But this is a paid like website, hence the .com so you know, it’s not nice to let it lie around and let weeds grow around it. Plus, there have been really many new beginnings lately. So here goes:

I fell in love with makeup. Okay, like more specifically Topshop makeup. The line recently launched in Singapore and is only available in Topshop Ion. My colleagues went for the press launch and returned with so many goodies. When CZ told me: You will so love the packaging, and then whipped it out of the bag, I just died. It’s very white and basic-ish with ‘handdrawn’ dots and stripes. Just up my alley! (Being in this job has disable my ability for descriptions, how ironic.) Of course, they wouldn’t give up their Topshop Makeup stash, so I had to buy my own nail polish. It’s called Nice N’ Neutral (AF’s horrified by the unimaginative names.) It’s like the Chanel Taupe that was so in. Xiuru claimed I scoffed at her when she recommended the colour. I don’t remember but I take it back now because I have been wearing the colour for like 3 weeks. Now I want to buy like the blusher thing in the cute little compact. AF says that it’s not right to buy our own makeup and skincare given the nature of our jobs, it’s our privilege but a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. Plus, as if I will use anymore makeup than lip stuff and Benetint but you know, I guess, maybe I will since I am surrounded by it in office.

I’ve gotten really lazy, so been resorting to taking pictures with the Macbook because you know even iPhone got to like blue tooth and I am that lazy. So you got to deal with like tuffs of my hair and parts of my body in some pictures.

Bren and D got married. The dinner party was last Sunday and the gatecrashing was this morning. I was A/V girl as always (Audio/Video and not that A/V) and Addy was OIC (overall in charge) also as always. Because we are Responsible. That means we are never late. Love this picture of Addy, Jackie and me twirling in our dresses. Plum and lilac. Ours ugly thanks to Pregnant.

Jupes is back from New York and ready to start a new chapter in her life. This afternoon we had truffle fries at P.S. Cafe. Yes, I’ve never been to P.S. Cafe. Sue me.

I really like Vogue Girl from Korea. The fashion and still life spreads are wonderfully thought out and laid out (I really must do something, working at a magazine has left me at a loss of words.) Pity it’s like 20 over bucks and I can’t read a single thing.

I would really like to have a party with balloons and fake flowers. Maybe we can have macaroons and chocolate tarts? Some savoury tarts too and fried chicken wings? A ton of crispy potato chips the kettle kind? Fizzy drinks in glass bottles like they do in Bangkok? Someone will bring cupcakes and I will dance to early Fab Four songs. We will blow bubbles and we will play frisbee with my new pink competitive frisbee. I just want a party please!

This is not a new revelation but I just thought I record it down to let the world (yes, the four people that read this) what a heartless little bastard I am. The happiest day of my life was when the Pig died. It was such a huge relief to finally come out of his shadow and be able to just do whatever I want in my life and in my own home. But that also marked the saddest day of my life because the Pig left me his legacy and his fucking wife. I don’t know what else I can say. I really don’t know. I refuse to be a good child and follow the right way it is to maintain whatever little or much he left. It’s like, you know if you walk that way, you will suffer but you still do walk down that road. I don’t know when it was that I developed such a defense mechanism. Whatever they wanted me to do, I just can’t and will do something else to piss them off. For the record, I was a very very very obedient child when I was in school. This is really the truth, despite what the Pig may have thought. I was a very neat child but now my room is like a fucking earthquake zone and I don’t claim it’s a organised mess, it’s just a fucking mess that I can never find anything in it. I refuse to learn anything about investment and to grow my assets because I just don’t want to. Just a stubborn little child that will suffer later. I wonder whether I’m already paying my dues via this crazy bitch.

Hello, I am still here in case you were wondering. It’s just been a mad rush to do abit of everything and nothing much it seems in the end. No exercise has been attempted since I recovered, though I’ve lost weight due to said fever.

I am an official fan girl, buying Jiro Wang’s latest picture book. I never been so obsessed since ………. Leonardo and Daniel Chan in secondary school.

I have my first Lomo camera, hello Diana Mini.

Lately, there has been a mtv style advertisement about Filial Piety that has been running even on cable teevee channels. I use the term advertisement lightly. More like propaganda anyone? Sure, it pulls at one’s heart strings during the three minute long mtv-ish thing that includes a good dose of Hokkien thrown in. Good job, garment, someone’s getting more and more open minded by the day. Now if only we could watch un-dubbed TVB dramas without having to pay anymore premium.

I mean, come on lah. The family in the Filial Piety ad only had to take in the mother when she was like old, white and wrinkly. I don’t mean to be disrespectful but how about those having to live with their parents for all their life. Of course I mean me.

Garment works in wondrous ways. Social security is paid for by yourself, in the form of CPF, so that they don’t have to pay you any pension when you are old. Another load off the garment. Such clever people. Now with the greying population, they are afraid their citizens keep on dumping their elderly parents in home or without aid (hence burdening the social system(if any)). Well, trying to educate them now ain’t such a bad thing but come on, kids these days are so selfish that even their parents can’t teach them about filial piety then again, maybe they learn from example.