Dresses

Confession: i have a secret stash of dresses.

I have a weakness for gorgeous dresses.

Dresses always make the occasion, i feel.

And i reserve these for special days - a good friend's wedding, a rare dinner date with my husband, a chi-chi media event...

Yesterday, i added a beautiful silk pale pink Mango dress to that collection.

So affordable, but it feels a million bucks.

A dress, unlike pants/blouses/shirts etc, has to hug every inch of your body dreamily, perfectly.

Of cos there's alteration possible, but nothing beats going into a fitting room and discovering a dress that just fits... perfect. You don't need to alter an inch of anything.

This, i call, destiny.

A Perfect Kinda Day

Such bliss today.
So rare, so rare... today i had nearly the whole day to myself!
Doing nothing.
Isn't it wonderful?
A whole day doing nothing except the things I love.
No agenda, no errands, no to-do lists, no appointments, no noise...

So what did i Do?
Glorious glorious.
I, of course, spent time with my son in the morning before dropping him off at Grandma's.
Then headed to town.

I don't care what people think about town (ie: Orchard Road).
Yes its crowded / commercialised / boring etc.
But have you been there on a quiet weekday morning? Before lunch?
It's beautiful then.
Full of possibilities.
It's sunny and beautiful and ... absolutely no crowds.
Parking is cheap, carpark lots are aplenty, it's perfect.
I've been going since i was 12.
I feel very very at home, very weirdly at peace in town.
I know every nook and corner, every boutique, every nice coffee spot, every stairwell, every small road, every dead end... its true.
My husband is like a walking road map, and even he concedes this area to me.

I spent time in a bookshop, of course.
I took a nice walk along the boulevard before landing at Ngee Ann City.
I shopped to my heart's content in Mango & Zara.
I bought a dress, 2 tops and a pair of shoes. And even a polo tee for my brother.
I tried clothes that i knew i wouldn't buy, cos baby, I had the time.
I was in absolutely no rush at all. (Do you know how rare this is??!!)
I read magazines.
I had a nice leisurely Japanese lunch, with fabulous green tea.
I almost wanted to catch a movie too... but decided walking around was more fun.
And finally, i went home for dinner with my parents, bro and sister, and son in the evening.

Like a perfect kinda day, no?

Scrapbooking

I have been scrapbooking.

In fact, i'm 3/4 into my lil book now.

I love it.

There's just something very sweet to document your memories the way you remember it.
To add in lil snippets/anecdotes/sweet bits that may fade with time otherwise.

I guess it also helps that there's a small scrapbooking shop right in my office building.

Where i can spend 20 mins each afternoon browsing and getting inspired.

I've been toying with the idea for a while, but never felt inspired enough to put in the effort until Marco came along.

Kids grow so fast -- i wish he'll stay so cute forever.

And naturally, memories with him, i treasure the most.

Was looking around some scrapbooking sites today and i wanted to share their pages.

These are all pages done out of love, efforts that began with love.

I don't think scrapbooking is just a creative outlet.. not for most.

If I felt the least bit artistic, i'll write or watch a film.

When i looked at these pages, it's almost like a peek into their life story.

The joys of their lives, and what makes them so happy they wanna create a page out of it.

3 Fab Shows I watched This Weekend

Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants


Vicky Cristina Barcelona







Regarding Henry







































Watch this if you can:

25 Random Things About Myself

Instead of putting this on Facebook, i'll put it here:

1. I have this blog that few know about.

2. My favourite beverage is water. I gulp it down by the gallons.

3. I am terrified of pain. It can make me faint.

4. I love smelling my son, anywhere, anytime.

5. I still sometimes think of all my teenage crushes, and how they are.

6. I am hopelessly nostalgic, sentimental and backward-looking.

7. I have stopped running. Or exercising, for that matter.

8. I have very few true friends.

9. Three people I know committed suicide in 2008. Successfully.

10. I constantly think of cutting my hair.

11. I'm already starting to miss my youth.

12. I am dying to visit Europe with Terence.

13. I am my husband's best friend. I think that's the sweetest thing he told me.

14. I love nothing more than watching DVDs at home.

15. My favourite snack is potato chips.

16. I need to have home-cooked food everyday.

17. I am scared of dirty loos.

18. Looking good, to me, is essential.

19. I have big feet.

20. I read my sister's diary all the time when we were young.

21. I want to give Marco the love & attention i've always wanted as a child.

22. I actually dislike writing, contrary to what people/my bosses think.

23. I'd love to have another child if i can get over the fear of pregnancy & labour.

24. I hope to have my own business one day.

25. I sleep 9-10 hours a day.

Les Choristes

I just watched Les Choristes, a 2004 French film.
My sister burned it for me on a CD and said I must watch it.
No regrets - it was excellent.
Very simple, just the kinda feel-amazing movie I need on a dour day.



If you manage to find it, have a watch.
Or just borrow from me. Comes highly recommended!

Been thinking about lots recently, but i guess some things are just not meant to be blogged about.
So there! Have a great week.

lunch topic

Met some old frens yesterday... and the married, childless women were asking me all about childbirth.
It felt so odd there, in the middle of lunch, talking about things like epidueral, labour and confinement.
As unappetising as any subject can get.
But they were lapping it up, eager to hear and know.
You can see the fear in their eyes. Like awaiting the inevitable, ha.
It's quite funny really.

I tried to say the truth.
That most people focus on labour - wrong one.
It's the pregnancy and confinement that kills, not the labour.
With medical help, labour is a whisker of what you imagine.
And most importantly, the actual 'pushing' is only like an hour.
Pregnancy takes up 10 WHOLE MONTHS of your life.
That's almost a year of feeling like utter shit.

And confinement, the healing --- it absolutely sucks.
You feel like Oprah Winfrey + 200 pounds.
You feel disgusting, painful, fat, WEIRD ALL OVER.
You can't recognise yourself.
And this goes on for 2 months. It's a lifetime!

It feels kinda surreal this time, being the one to dish out the pearls (of wisdom, that is).
Sometimes, I still can't believe i did it.
When i was pregnant, it felt like i was pregnant forever.
I can't believe i'm fine today, with a mischievous toddler that, er, came out of me?
That's gotta be the strangest thing ever.

Incredibly, for all the failures i'd notched up, my labour went perfectly well.
As my gynae told me, labour is when " a perfectly healthy human being admits herself into hospital for a perfectly normal procedure and emerges perfectly healthy after."

From the medical point of view, there's nothing more normal and natural than giving birth.
Some even say that's the whole point of our existence.

Skip the scaring-yourself, ladies!
Officially -- if i can do it, hell, anyone can.