Lychee martinis and blueberry margaritas.
90 steps to Clarke Quay.
Crashing kiwis and crumbling scones.
Europe; all the excitement and wonder it holds.
Stolen innocence, and the beauty of life through a lens.
It's been quite a week... :)
The irony... of death
'The popularity of an individual in life often only manifests itself in death.'
I've been trying to finish Sons of Fortune by Jeffery Archer for a shamefully long time now, and yesterday on the bus I came across this line in the book.. So nicely said.
To play down the morbidity, the number of Facebook friends you have is only a rough guage of how liked/loved/hated/despicable/popular you are. If only we could see the number of people who'd turn up at our funerals, it would be a nice final visual to die with I guess, knowing that at least you mattered to those who turned up... Even if a grand total of only 8 people attend :p Though the numbers need to be adjusted too- depending on where you die, how many of your friends/family members have passed before you, how many people actually do hate you but came anyway to make sure you were really dead, etc..
I have no idea why I'm writing this on a Saturday morning :p And no, rest assured I'm not feeling suicidal/depressed/homicidal or anything, I just really liked that quote.. Back to the book then :)
I've been trying to finish Sons of Fortune by Jeffery Archer for a shamefully long time now, and yesterday on the bus I came across this line in the book.. So nicely said.
To play down the morbidity, the number of Facebook friends you have is only a rough guage of how liked/loved/hated/despicable/popular you are. If only we could see the number of people who'd turn up at our funerals, it would be a nice final visual to die with I guess, knowing that at least you mattered to those who turned up... Even if a grand total of only 8 people attend :p Though the numbers need to be adjusted too- depending on where you die, how many of your friends/family members have passed before you, how many people actually do hate you but came anyway to make sure you were really dead, etc..
I have no idea why I'm writing this on a Saturday morning :p And no, rest assured I'm not feeling suicidal/depressed/homicidal or anything, I just really liked that quote.. Back to the book then :)
The Queen of Indulgence..
Or the Princess maybe... Yeah Princess sounds better (and younger) ;)
Addiction. Decadence. Indulgence. Guilty as charged.
At the rate I'm going, I don't think I'll live very long. If I'm lucky, a good 70 years :p I won't have much money left at the end of it either.
Chocolates- the main reason for my existence. That, and coffee. And cheese. And blueberry waffles.
Clothes, bags, shoes- iNeed. Actually more like slippers, earrings, hats and sling bags/hobos.
But you know what, at least I'm happy. When my 70 years are up and all my savings (??!) have been wiped out, at least I'll go in peace knowing I enjoyed myself immensely.
Now for the photographic evidence.. *wink*
Addiction. Decadence. Indulgence. Guilty as charged.
At the rate I'm going, I don't think I'll live very long. If I'm lucky, a good 70 years :p I won't have much money left at the end of it either.
Chocolates- the main reason for my existence. That, and coffee. And cheese. And blueberry waffles.
Clothes, bags, shoes- iNeed. Actually more like slippers, earrings, hats and sling bags/hobos.
But you know what, at least I'm happy. When my 70 years are up and all my savings (??!) have been wiped out, at least I'll go in peace knowing I enjoyed myself immensely.
Now for the photographic evidence.. *wink*
Tripping down memory lane...
So here's a collection of tracks from back in the day when I was a teenager and going through the whole cycle of adolescence- feel good songs that still have all sorts of memories attached.. ;) I shall do the whole boyband saga in another post- for now, it'll be just Les Femmes.. :)
The beautiful letdown...
People can go from being insensitive to caring to indifferent to obnoxious, all in one day. Strange.
Sacrifice? Maybe not. Maybe not right now. Compromise? Never.
The outer shell: scarred. The inner core: raw.
I was wrong about a lot of things.
Resolutions never stick around long enough.
Lines, boundaries, walls. Story of my life.
Sacrifice? Maybe not. Maybe not right now. Compromise? Never.
The outer shell: scarred. The inner core: raw.
I was wrong about a lot of things.
Resolutions never stick around long enough.
Lines, boundaries, walls. Story of my life.
February constellations..
Ok so admittedly the title's a bit lame, I was trying for a song and the Foo Fighters popped into my head, though the song itself is a bit too mellow for this post.. Which, incidentally, is about how great February has been ;)
I feel like I've lived a lot more this month than I have in the last few combined, probably because a lot of things I've been wanting to do just happened to come together at once.. I went dancing almost every week, my dear ol' friends Talaal and Sabeer visited Singapore and kicked up a storm, and I got to travel to Bangkok :D For work of course, but it ended up being an amazing weekend... :)
On another note, I've been frequenting Iguana so much now that the staff there are starting to recognize me :p And yet we found ourselves there this weekend too, to drown our sorrows because Su Yin was leaving, and attempting to get her drunk as well... I'm going to miss her tons :(
I think the week with the boys deserves a little blurb too.. What began as pub crawling, getting stuck in a lift for half an hour with 14 people all from different countries, and a Valentine's day countdown with borrowed chocolates and dancing on a boom box on a Friday night, progressed to chillie tequila dares, strawberry margaritas, a river cruise and a failed attempt at reverse bungee jumping on Saturday, and ended with a rib cracking sit down dinner on Tuesday... I hate you guys for leaving! 'nuff said.
And to wrap up with a short post mortem on Bangkok- between keeping my boss company for drinks every night, a successful conference with no major disasters, awesome food (!!!), a Thai massage (everyone should experience this at least once in their life :O), shopping for 6 hours straight at the Chatuchak weekend market and repeatedly getting lost in that maze, walking around for half an hour trying to find my way back to the hotel via the MRT (which happened to be right in front of me all that time), a Mardi Gras party (yes, complete with a mask!), an extended stay at the Sheraton with complimentary rooms, sightseeing and having a few fights with a couple of tuk tuk drivers (and i suspect i got ripped off :p), I'd say I did quite well for the 4 days I was there :D
I leave you then, with a few select pictures (haha yes, I'm still obsessed with capturing life through a lens!) Ta for now peeps!





I feel like I've lived a lot more this month than I have in the last few combined, probably because a lot of things I've been wanting to do just happened to come together at once.. I went dancing almost every week, my dear ol' friends Talaal and Sabeer visited Singapore and kicked up a storm, and I got to travel to Bangkok :D For work of course, but it ended up being an amazing weekend... :)
On another note, I've been frequenting Iguana so much now that the staff there are starting to recognize me :p And yet we found ourselves there this weekend too, to drown our sorrows because Su Yin was leaving, and attempting to get her drunk as well... I'm going to miss her tons :(
I think the week with the boys deserves a little blurb too.. What began as pub crawling, getting stuck in a lift for half an hour with 14 people all from different countries, and a Valentine's day countdown with borrowed chocolates and dancing on a boom box on a Friday night, progressed to chillie tequila dares, strawberry margaritas, a river cruise and a failed attempt at reverse bungee jumping on Saturday, and ended with a rib cracking sit down dinner on Tuesday... I hate you guys for leaving! 'nuff said.
And to wrap up with a short post mortem on Bangkok- between keeping my boss company for drinks every night, a successful conference with no major disasters, awesome food (!!!), a Thai massage (everyone should experience this at least once in their life :O), shopping for 6 hours straight at the Chatuchak weekend market and repeatedly getting lost in that maze, walking around for half an hour trying to find my way back to the hotel via the MRT (which happened to be right in front of me all that time), a Mardi Gras party (yes, complete with a mask!), an extended stay at the Sheraton with complimentary rooms, sightseeing and having a few fights with a couple of tuk tuk drivers (and i suspect i got ripped off :p), I'd say I did quite well for the 4 days I was there :D
I leave you then, with a few select pictures (haha yes, I'm still obsessed with capturing life through a lens!) Ta for now peeps!
My ideally perfect man...
... needs to possess the following traits:
(a)(1) Have a very cool name. This is so that if I decide to append it to the back of mine, it won't make me sound like Princess Consuela Bananahammock (though I absolutely adore Phoebs).
(a)(2) As a follow up to (a)(1), I've noticed the Irish have very interesting names... e.g. Diarmuid (uber-ly cool I think! so Lord of Rings :D)
(b) Be of a mixed heritage. This accomplishes several things. For one, my kids will be exotic and have a messed up gene pool. Growing up, I was utterly confused most of the time about things like nationality and race and religion, so I think they should go through this too- though unlike me, who's still a bit confused admittedly, I hope they'll come to some sort of decision about their roots.
Secondly, they'd look really good.
Thirdly, if they are born in a different country (like I was) their passports will be confusing. So will visa applications and birth certificates. This can be an amusing affair and is a good source of fun.
(c) Needs to be able to cook. Mexican and Italian cuisines are compulsory. If he's a chef, even better. This is because I can't cook to save my life, but I still want to have a happy life eating good food.
(d) Have a great sense of humour. This is almost as important as being able to cook. I absolutely cannot go through life with a man who can't make me laugh.
(e) Should own a horse. He doesn't necessarily need to know how to ride one or anything, it's just that I love horses, so I would like to have one. To throw in a romantic angle, its nicer for your guy to give you a horse than for you to go buy yourself one (just as with cars).
(f) Love me and treat me well- the usual.
I think I have effectively narrowed down my options to 0.001% of the world's population. Sigh. The manhunt continues!
p.s. I love Friday the 13th! I have no idea why, the whole spookiness it brings with it is just fascinating... :D
p.p.s. And no, this post has nothing to do with the fact that it's Valentine's day tomorrow :p
(a)(1) Have a very cool name. This is so that if I decide to append it to the back of mine, it won't make me sound like Princess Consuela Bananahammock (though I absolutely adore Phoebs).
(a)(2) As a follow up to (a)(1), I've noticed the Irish have very interesting names... e.g. Diarmuid (uber-ly cool I think! so Lord of Rings :D)
(b) Be of a mixed heritage. This accomplishes several things. For one, my kids will be exotic and have a messed up gene pool. Growing up, I was utterly confused most of the time about things like nationality and race and religion, so I think they should go through this too- though unlike me, who's still a bit confused admittedly, I hope they'll come to some sort of decision about their roots.
Secondly, they'd look really good.
Thirdly, if they are born in a different country (like I was) their passports will be confusing. So will visa applications and birth certificates. This can be an amusing affair and is a good source of fun.
(c) Needs to be able to cook. Mexican and Italian cuisines are compulsory. If he's a chef, even better. This is because I can't cook to save my life, but I still want to have a happy life eating good food.
(d) Have a great sense of humour. This is almost as important as being able to cook. I absolutely cannot go through life with a man who can't make me laugh.
(e) Should own a horse. He doesn't necessarily need to know how to ride one or anything, it's just that I love horses, so I would like to have one. To throw in a romantic angle, its nicer for your guy to give you a horse than for you to go buy yourself one (just as with cars).
(f) Love me and treat me well- the usual.
I think I have effectively narrowed down my options to 0.001% of the world's population. Sigh. The manhunt continues!
p.s. I love Friday the 13th! I have no idea why, the whole spookiness it brings with it is just fascinating... :D
p.p.s. And no, this post has nothing to do with the fact that it's Valentine's day tomorrow :p
Random rants...
Humans can never truly be satisfied I think. Either the grass is always greener on the other side, or countless hours will be spent wondering about whether it is greener or not, or even if its a prettier shade of green out yonder...
It is extremely depressing (and a bit amusing) that the tunes and playlists you grew up listening to, identified with and still feel good listening to, can now be found on the 'golden oldies' radio station..
Women were born with the God-given right to have mood swings and be PMS-y. Men were not. So guys, you really don't have an excuse to be that whiny and complain so much.
The older you get, the younger you want to be. My dad warned me about this when I was about 12, when I wanted to learn how to drive. I wish I'd listened to him then.
People using public transport really need to be taught a couple of things about travel etiquette. Mainly, if there is a woman bearing child, or an gentleman old enough to be your grandfather standing in front of you, while you're comfortably settled with your iPod blaring and a book open in your lap, do the right thing and stand up, offer your seat to them (before some other iPod doning teen grabs it) and let them sit through the ride in comfort. Trust me, you'll feel good about doing it later.
It takes a hell of a lot to get me mad at someone or about something. If you somehow manage to cross that line by doing something, there's a good chance you're being stupidly insensitive or downright idiotic, or both. And yes, you should feel bad and apologise, because I don't forgive easily and almost never forget.
If only everyone could just see the humour in life and laugh at themselves more often, we'd have a lot less depressed and angry people going on killing sprees and rampages.
They just don't make boy bands like they used to. At the risk of sounding like my grandma, the current 'generation' of bands are a disturbed lot really, either emo or gothic or a bunch of metalheads- the common theme being black and lots of booze and narcotics. Their music though, is still pretty good. I just worry about them sometimes...
Don't take too much for granted. At some point, you'll have to give back or risk losing everything.
Everyone has a right to live their life the way they want it. You do not have the right to laugh at the introvert next door who prefers to read in his room instead of joining you for a night of getting wasted. He may be living in a fantasy world of vamps and leprechauns, but at least he's happy that way. And, chances are, he won't wake up with a hangover the next morning and only a vague recollection of the nights events.
People should be kind, but not get walked over in the process. Admittedly, this is a lot harder than it sounds. But really, some people are just not worth that much time and effort.
Yes, we all are hypocrites at some point in our life. A lucky few get away without too many people noticing. Just try not to make a habit out of it.
About two rants ago I realised that this was starting to sound a bit like the lyrics to the sunscreen song... But what the heck, all greats have to start somewhere ;)
It is extremely depressing (and a bit amusing) that the tunes and playlists you grew up listening to, identified with and still feel good listening to, can now be found on the 'golden oldies' radio station..
Women were born with the God-given right to have mood swings and be PMS-y. Men were not. So guys, you really don't have an excuse to be that whiny and complain so much.
The older you get, the younger you want to be. My dad warned me about this when I was about 12, when I wanted to learn how to drive. I wish I'd listened to him then.
People using public transport really need to be taught a couple of things about travel etiquette. Mainly, if there is a woman bearing child, or an gentleman old enough to be your grandfather standing in front of you, while you're comfortably settled with your iPod blaring and a book open in your lap, do the right thing and stand up, offer your seat to them (before some other iPod doning teen grabs it) and let them sit through the ride in comfort. Trust me, you'll feel good about doing it later.
It takes a hell of a lot to get me mad at someone or about something. If you somehow manage to cross that line by doing something, there's a good chance you're being stupidly insensitive or downright idiotic, or both. And yes, you should feel bad and apologise, because I don't forgive easily and almost never forget.
If only everyone could just see the humour in life and laugh at themselves more often, we'd have a lot less depressed and angry people going on killing sprees and rampages.
They just don't make boy bands like they used to. At the risk of sounding like my grandma, the current 'generation' of bands are a disturbed lot really, either emo or gothic or a bunch of metalheads- the common theme being black and lots of booze and narcotics. Their music though, is still pretty good. I just worry about them sometimes...
Don't take too much for granted. At some point, you'll have to give back or risk losing everything.
Everyone has a right to live their life the way they want it. You do not have the right to laugh at the introvert next door who prefers to read in his room instead of joining you for a night of getting wasted. He may be living in a fantasy world of vamps and leprechauns, but at least he's happy that way. And, chances are, he won't wake up with a hangover the next morning and only a vague recollection of the nights events.
People should be kind, but not get walked over in the process. Admittedly, this is a lot harder than it sounds. But really, some people are just not worth that much time and effort.
Yes, we all are hypocrites at some point in our life. A lucky few get away without too many people noticing. Just try not to make a habit out of it.
About two rants ago I realised that this was starting to sound a bit like the lyrics to the sunscreen song... But what the heck, all greats have to start somewhere ;)
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