dreams. moments. blue skies.

Monday, June 26, 2006

1 gorgeous dress can make your day

That is true.
I tested it yesterday on a beautiful summer-ish Zara black peasant/eyelet dress.
And everything was perrrfect.
Just goes to show... your dress makes your day.

This boutique is very cool.
Pork Chop Girl.
With a name like that, how can I resist?
Check out their wares.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Pictures taken May 2006.







And now, fashion updates.
It's June...and the World Cup has, oops, eclipsed the annual bikini season.
Here's the delectable Miss Alba, Bosworth and Lohan to bring us back to what is important.


Friday, June 23, 2006

I admit I am stressed

Yes I am very stressed.
It's easy to tell, really.
I spend like crazy.
Eat junk food and skip my main meals.
Sleep late. Wake up super early.
Easily agitated. Constantly frustrated.
just short of barking mad.

I think it is so difficult to be a modern woman.
To straddle the middle ground.
It is just impossible and makes you raving mad inside.
I am a person of extremes. Moderates are for losers and convention.

Look at all the pressure pots we need to upkeep.
You need to have a proper, self-sustaining career, so people can see your brains
And think you lead a purposeful, fufiling, meaningful 'modern' life.
One should never aspire to be a tai-tai, kept woman, married-but-idle lady of leisure, housewife or full-time mother.
But instead deal with the erratic boss, colleagues n politics, long hours and still look a million dollars at 6pm and more importantly, look like you love your job.

You need to look good, at ALL times.
From the moment you wake up... and probably even while you sleep.
Yes, it is true. And yes, tis is so overlooked and underestimated.

To look good, you need LOADS OF CASH.
But yet... you must not be a shopaholic. Must not be a label-whore.
Must not be a spa-addict. Should not waste money on a gym/spa membership.
Yet, you are expected to be svelte, fat-free, youthful and pretty with shiny hair, radiant skin, glossy lips and neat nails. And dress well, look 'presentable'.
What is looking presentable anyway?
In Singapore, it simply means looking corporate and like you earn a respectable salary.

You must also be able to keep your man.
Whether it's your husband or boyfriend or lifestyle-sponsor.
So you should not flare up but be calm.
Should not have a short fuse or raging temper, even if you feel like burning the house down.
Should be accommodating, understanding and supportive, esp. ard World Cup season.
Should make an effort to socialise with his frens as you are shunning yours and just wanna stay home to hibernate and rot.
Should worship the in-laws knowing it's hypocrisy to the T.
Should be appreciative of him and all he does, even though its not vice versa.
Should make him feel like the man in the relationship, even tho you are brought up to be a tough, independent chick and fight for yourself.

On top of all these,
Should still take care not to neglect your frens & family.
Should be a good daughter and communicate to siblings and parents often.
Or risk being lacerated by guilt and sadness.

My life is one constant busy whirl.
I don't get to see my parents n siblings as often as I wish (ie: everyday).
But if more than 2-3 days pass without me seeing them, I feel sad, guilty n wonder what they are doing etc.

And frens as well.
Schedules clash, you meet less often, your friendship also drifts somewhat.
It's very sad. Next thing you know, they have changed job/got the Master's/got engaged/got married/have kids/have 2nd kid/lost 10kg/gained 10kg/slumped into depression/emerged from depression/having an affair/cut the hair....

I think this is the twenties really.
The decade where people cram as much as humanly possible into their lives.
The result is frazzle and upheavals.

And because everyone has their own shit,
You should not air this to everyone lest you sound like a whiner n insensitive to everyone else's distresses.
If you are not jobless, ugly, fat and/or single, you have no right to complains.
The alternative? Blog it.

I need to slow down.
I need to live and breathe.
So do you.

Monday, June 19, 2006

I hurt my knee yet again.
I cannot believe myself.
Ms elephant walking ard crashing her own knee again n again.
Yes it is fucking painful.
And it bled a lot again.
Just sheer stupidity, really.

And so, just when I finally resumed driving to work,
I have to relinquish the car again.
Self-sabotage.

But let's end on a high note.
With the very perfect Miss E.


Thursday, June 15, 2006

the PRADA factor



I cannot wait for this movie!

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

me no like writing lehz

Contrary to what I make people think,
I really don't like to write.

Profession-wise, I dun think there's an easier way to earn a living.
Write and get paid.
It's about the easiest job there is, really.
And interesting to boot.

But gosh, I really don't enjoy writing a lot.
Reading, yes, i love.
Words, yes, i kinda like.
Writing? Next year prrrease.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

I am a World Cup widow.
So sad.
Terence zipped off to watch 3 consecutive matches with his frens.

Anyway.
We had a huge fight this afternoon.
He really can't take my crap.
Not even once in a blue moon.
Not at all.
He doesn't entertain it, doesn't understand it and worst, cannot take it.
I need to get tat into my head somehow.
I felt extremely bad about the whole thing.
The guilt was stinging me.

At the crux of it all,
I know I cannot ask for a better husband.
He does everything and anything for me.
He just doesn't understand my crap.

It is all me.
I dunno how to be half of a married couple.
I dunno how to put 'we' before myself, my own selfish needs and wants, habits and etc.
I am too used to living a life of my own.

I know exactly what or how much I need to do to achieve certain things.
Achieve things like peace of mind for the day, my to-do list at work, relieve my own stress, rewind and soothe my nerves...
I have had 25 years to carve out a personal formula for all these essentials of one's life.

Then along comes another person you have to accommodate.
He is not a difficult person to accommodate.
He is very accommodating as it is, making my end a lot easier.
But it is all me.
When it comes to accommodating someone else...
For me, even an inch is terribly uncomfortable.
Call me selfish. Or inflexible. Or wooden.
But i find it sooo hard to adapt to someone and sacrifice things I deem highly important.

I do want to try, however.
He totally has that marriage thing stamped into his head.
I need to be like that too.
Be more responsible. More accommodating. More understanding.
Be a better wife.

Tis a time of changes.
New priorities. New routines. New hours. New colleagues. New job duties.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Stress Points

Things I am VERY stressed about:

1. My wedding gown and fitting into it.
I don't wear made-to-measure... i want sample sizes off the rack, which is the most hassle-free way to survive the gown drama. But.... alas! Sample size most often = model sizes. Which means i have a lot of weight to lose before i can confidently step into the studio and comfortably slip into everything. Normally I wouldn't think this is a huge problem, cos i can easily shed pounds once i run. But with my leg like this, i can hardly walk. Losing weight never looked so difficult.

2. Completing my August/September issue.
I am major procrastinating everything! Slacking big time at work cos really.... I am in semi-depressed mode recently. Dunno what's the deal with myself... I am happy in my new job. Really. I enjoy the freedom, creative control and most of all, blissful nice perfect office hours. The independence is something I really appreciate, especially after coming out of Reuters where I had an editor breathing down every comma. I guess... what is it called again? Quarter-life crisis? I jus turned 25, indulge me.

3. My stitched knee.
It is still bad. Yes, I can stagger around better than before. But nowhere near full walking and running ability. Gosh, I really dunno how long this will take. It is depressing. Very. I am like the most restless person I know. Not being able to exercise and move ALOT is... just cruel. Unstitching happens tis Saturday. Not that it is much reason to jump for joy. I just really really wanna RUN. Lord, heal my poor knee with thy grace and love.


Meanwhile some eye candy for ya.
Ashley Simpson looking very grown up and subtly sexy in a gorgeous black dress.
At least one person in the family gets it half-right.


Friday, June 02, 2006

I really love this dress.
And i surprise myself ... its from Shanghai Tang.
A label i had dismissed as just chino-chic for ang mohs.

But oh, wat beautiful dyes and the silk is... like a kiss at touch.
I actually forced terence and his bro and his bro's frens to go with me to the boutique to check it out while we were in HK. That's like lugging 4 clueless chaps to check out one lilac dress.

Alas, it is kinda waaay off my budget.
And I didnt wanna keep harping on it lest terence feels pressurised to get it for me.
I really didn't bear for him to part with tat kinda money.

But what a dream dress it is.