Vain Pot

When i received an invitation to a work event earlier this month, i knew i wanted to look nice for it. I planned what to wear a week before the day. I engaged in a Whatsapp discussion with Neerah to make sure that my outfit choice was okay. I rushed to the mall a day before the event to buy a blazer that would go with my dress. And on top of the usual make-up, i decided to put in an extra effort by wearing heels (i rarely wear heels to work events).

When i told all the above to Ee Laine on the morning of the event, she laughed at me and teasingly said, "You should bring a bottle of perfume too, so you can look AND smell nice". I opened my bag and whipped out a sample-sized bottle of perfume and said, "Don't play play. I've planned that too".

Ain't nothing is going to stop a girl when she wants to look good!

One Heck Of A Complex Mind

For as long as i can remember, my dreams have never been the straight forward kind. They tend to end abruptly, feature humans with faces i cannot see, and have constantly-changing elements.

Recently, it happened again. The dream saw me at a carnival in my neighbourhood. I was sitting amongst a large crowd, waiting for someone to arrive.

The someone turned out to be a man, clad in a black tee and jeans. His face was a blur but he was well built (yummy chest!), appeared to be a mix of Asian and Caucasian, and apparently, my boyfriend. As i was getting up, this boyfriend persuaded me to remain seated. Then out of the blue, he went on one knee and reached for something in his pocket. Knowing that it was a marriage proposal, i stopped him before he could do or say anything. I didn't want to be proposed on a bended knee (this is a fact, fyi) and certainly didn't want it to happen at the local carnival. But i did want to marry him. So i smiled and pleaded for him to do it another day, another time, another place. He laughed too, fully understanding my desire to have my ideal proposal, and proceeded to take my hands as we walked about the carnival... with the ring safely tucked in his pocket and not brought to light that day.

Later on, i ran into my aunt, who seemed to have lost all the extra weight she gained during the past few years, and looked fantastic and much younger. Plus, she was in a nurse uniform. While i was playing with her new stethoscope, i introduced her to the boyfriend, who was also a nurse. When i turned to look at him, i saw a woman (again, no face) in a nurse outfit instead, yet somehow, i was not surprised.

Moving on from the conversation, i bumped into Karen, who appeared looking like she did back in high school. Then there was a classmate, who was gossiping about me behind my back without realising that i was standing next to him. He, as i would later find out, did not recognise me and was surprised when Phan Shean pointed me out.

Then my dream ended without a warning.

Can someone even decipher what the heck all that meant?

We Live On The Second Floor

Meet my workday-family version 2011!



I love that we have a massive poster of Happy Tree Friends on the office wall with each of our birth dates on it. I love how we take time to buy and write on a card for whoever it is whose birthday is near. I love how we often throw potlucks at the office and end up spending half the day eating and talking. I love how we share gossips about mutual enemies.

Most importantly, I love how we really are like a teeny weeny family despite our differences.

Flashback Of Sorts

While lazing around at the office, waiting for my Deepavali holiday to officially begin, I uncovered a little self-penned thingamajig I wrote back in 2008 when I was struggling with a new job. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, A Game Called 'Life':

He tells you to live, and you do
He wants you to die, and you do
Without any sign, everything that you have ever had may be stripped off of you
Without any warning, your days on planet Earth may just be cut short
But people say everything happens for a reason
And yes, they do

Though I may have cried
Though I may have wept
I believe that it is part and parcel of this game called 'life'
For when we suffer, don't we also learn?
We learn to not repeat the same mistakes again
We learn to appreciate the simple things in life
For when we give, don't we also receive?
Yes, things need to be bad to be good
The world works on a system of opposites
If it is not for sadness, will we know happiness?
If it is not for death, will we know life?

And so I say to all the negativity that comes my way
Bring it on for what is life without a struggle or two
What won't kill me will only make me stronger
And with that, I look forward to the falls and the rises
Until my last breath, when I can finally sigh
And proclaim that I've succeeded in this game called 'life'

Are Your Stars Aligned?

I have never believed in feng shui or astrology of any kind. I do however, browse the books because they make a good laugh.

So according to Lillian Too (a sly fox in my opinion), those born in the year of the Monkey and Tiger are "best to stay away from each other" in 2012. Oh shucks. Now what am i going to do with my Dad? Guess i'll have to move away for a year. See you in 2013 Pa!

Then there's Joey Yap, who said single Tigers will, in general, find it difficult to pursue romance in 2012 because the "Peach Blossom Luck is weak".

Like seriously? People believe in shit like these? Oh well, to each his own.

If Love Had A Song

There is magic in a Disney fairytale that no other animations can recreate. Although I have outgrown my days of watching Sailormoon (thank heavens), Captain Planet and Care Bears (the new version is no where near the original one), I remain to be a sucker for Disney's musical flicks.

This is my favourite song off Tangled, featuring the voices of Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi (who knew Chuck could sing?). This is the song that made me cry and secretly try to wipe away my tears in the cinema before anyone around me noticed. This is what love sounds like.

I Love Clothes

A while back, I received an invitation to a media appreciation night done 'Broadway' style. Unwilling to spend money on a costume that I would only wear once, I played around with what I already have. One work top from Mum, a pair of socks from Daddy, and my flare skirt later, I became Rachel from Glee. Wearing the outfit to work that day, I felt so out of my element. Calf-high socks have never been my 'thing' and the odd stares I was getting certainly didn't help. And just when I thought my effort would finally pay off, I turned up at the event only to realise that I was the only one who came dressed according to the theme. Bah.

In another story, while raving to my parents about the gorgeous toga-esque dress I had on, and bought for a discount of 50 per cent, my Dad replied, "Did you say the dress was 50 per cent off? No wonder 50 per cent of the sleeve is missing." Ha ha. Very funny Pa.