Courtship in the 21st century.

Oddly true, but ever so funny... :D

'Things have changed. People don't just meet organically anymore. If I want to make myself more attractive to the opposite sex, I don't go get a new haircut. I update my profile.'

'I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies.'

'He MySpaced me.'
'Oh girl I don't know about that... My trampy little sister says MySpace is the new booty call.'
- He's Just Not That Into You

Colour my world

Yes, I'm a colour addict. And a narcissistic one at that ;)


To blog. To take pictures. To get out of this nice comfy little hole in the ground I've dug for myself. I think my creative side's in a coma right now.

I really can't complain though; life has been great :) I'm finally learning how to rollerblade. I managed to find a new read which gave me goosebumps, after weeks of books that all blurred into the mundane. I spent an awesome weekend in KL, and my total expenditure over the two days: $5. The prodigal sibling returns next week, and brings with him food and the comfort of family. Lots more challenging projects coming up at work in the next few months. And the office peeps still make me howl with laughter on a daily basis.

Something's missing though. And I think I know what it is.

The connection. The simplicity. The zest. The zeal.

I believe the quarter life crisis has arrived.

MJ sure rocked my world :)

I was watching snippets of his memorial service on TV today and was reminded of a quote from a book by Jeffery Archer: 'the popularity of an individual in life often only manifests itself in death'.

I wish people had appreciated MJ more in life, especially over the last few years, when he wasn't actively performing or at his peak; that they had judged his talent and music less by who he was, and more by how uniquely different and great it was. The outpouring of grief all over the world just goes to show how much his music brought people together; how one of the greatest entertainers of our era made an impact on people's lives that will probably last generations to come. I grew up listening to Billie Jean and Liberian Girl; my brother grew up trying to perfect the 'moonwalk'; my parents still have his albums that they bought in the 80s. I'm sure he's sold more albums this weekend than he has over the last couple of years, but music like his is timeless and he changed the face of entertainment in a way only few other people have. He may be gone, but he's left the world with a lot to remember him by.

As a personal tribute to him, I'm posting my favourite MJ video- I loved watching this as a kid, more for the changing faces in the video than anything else, but the song is still on my playlist today :)

White boy + Singlish = Whinglish. Go figure...

This is absolutely hilarious :D

Look out for 'Wah, I smack you boy' and the bit about the 'kancheong spider' *wink*

Thanks for this QJ!

Secrets to splurging

The basics: Roam around in a mall, unsupervised, for the better part of an evening. The mall will ideally have stores such as Forever 21, Mango, I.P. Zone, Espirit, John Little, Cotton On, Bodyshop, Charles and Keith, Popular and several smaller boutiques specializing in costume jewelery, quirky hand bags, sandals and hair bands.

Chances of splurging increase exponentially with situational circumstances such as the Great Singapore Sale (GSS), discounts for Citibank credit card customers, seasonal clearance sales, ridiculously good looking male sales assistants, and weak (or absent) will power.

Being accompanied by a shopaholic girlfriend (or a recovering shoe addict who has since donated 3 of her 36 pairs of heels to charity) greatly increases the chances of impulse purchases, loss of the sense of time, fits of hysterical giggling near changing rooms, pseudo modeling worthy of Project Runway, and a lot of fun.

The flip side: Splurging can often also result in cognitive dissonance upon returning home and unpacking one's purchases, chronic depression at the end of the month when credit card statements arrive, further trips to Ikea and Home-Fix in futile attempts at wardrobe space expansion/storage, and having to then find the perfect pair of heels to match that brand new turquoise top.

But hey, women were born with this God-given right (and weakness?). We might as well make the most of it ;)