-on behalf of daddy

My dad the real estate agent ranted to me that he closed a deal with his seller client yesterday. Prices were all agreed and cheques were already written out by the buyer. My dad was in cloud 9 (this being the 2nd property in a week??) until the seller client mysteriously disappeared. As my dad furiously sms-ed and rang him because he wanted to deliver the cheque and get him to ink the deal, he blatantly and rudely ignored all.

I can’t believe that anyone can be so bluddy rude and inconsiderate! I can’t believe he couldn’t make that courtesty call to call off the deal. Was he that much of a coward?

I will never be able to understand what goes through some people’s heads. But I strongly think this guy should be shot.

daddy and mummy….

Of Skeletons And Twigs.

‘Skinny is always in’ – a girl once told me. I have to agree that I’m a fan of the ‘waif’, or ‘twiggy look’. Having being blasted by the media with images of super skinny girls and the ideology that skinny girls are always on top, and that clothes fit and look better on slightly skeletal figures, we crave to achieve that look… torturing ourselves at the gym, over-stretching at yoga classes, turning our noses away at yummy food. ‘I’m on a diet’ – is a line that rolls off easily from a girl’s tongue.

Recently, a young Brazillian model passed out and away.. of starvation no less.

To be honest, I have no clue to why I’m rambling about weight issues. I secretly think it’s me convincing myself, to try and stop convincing myself to be super skinny. (did you guys get that sentence? what a tongue twister!) ..because however hard I try, I love my food too much.

I think it’s time to stop stressing and dump that darn weighing machine in my room. It’s nice to have more of me to hold and love. πŸ™‚



The weekend…

…came and went away wayyy too fast. After the much anticipated final bell rang on Friday, it was a whirlwind of activities. (I tried to pack in as much *sleep included* in the short 2 and a half days).

Friday saw us at the Johnnie Walker party held in the carpark of St. James Powerhouse. J.W got creative and erected a hugeee J.W bottle in the middle of the carpark. I almost suspected that the huge-as* bottle was tilting and rolling us around till I realised it was the free-flow of scotch that was creating such a spacey illusion. Mid-party, a formula-1 motorcar was on display, complete with leggy car-models. Pity I missed the show (being not the tallest being alive) and could only contend with posing with the car after the show ended. (lest I broke my ankle jumping to get a view on my so-very high heels)

(pictures coming in later….stay tuned)

Saturday started out with a quick dash to the shops for ms C’s birthday party that night. It was bbq at Changi Aloha (courtesy of our company) in the evening…very yummy food – chicken chop, mushroom cheese, top shells, satay, otak, crabsticks, marshmellows..the absolute works. anddd…..to M.O.S to end the day! It was good to catch up with some ex-colleagues that I so miss and I have to add that birthday gal ms C was pissed drunk. Hee! She introduced us to her boy no less than 4 times and was spilling herself all over the place looking very happy. I’m so glad you had a great one girlie. Happy Birthday! πŸ™‚

-us at m.o.s..with me looking too intoxicated!

It was a slow and easy Sunday as the boy and I went furniture shopping for his new luxurious place. To anyone interested in chinese-inspired furniture, Dempsey Road is the place! I’ve never seen soooo much chinese-styled furniture at one place. Alas, we left empty-handed. Fussy boy! Hee! πŸ™‚ Had a nice dinner with mummy dearest…and slowly wounded the weekend down.

..until I woke at 6.35am this morning…shucks!!! I’m late!! I sprinted to get myself ready for work. It’s Monday once again folks…..

corn, cornflakes, cornydog..corny…

A certain someone close just remarked “when did you become so corny, oh my gawd” ( i could practically see the eyes rolling)… I think this is what you become when one is 1. lack of sleep 2. bored 3. been staring at the computer screen for 9 hours straight 4. really bored (did i already say that?)

well, at least this is what i become….did i mention i had CORNflakes for breakfast?

*my grey matter is turning into cotton fluff* 😦

p.s it’s funny how such a simple one liner can actually have an effect on me. perhaps his words and views (especially if it involes me) mean too much to me… perhaps i’m hyper-sensitive… perhaps i’m cranky… perhaps i’m being a 110% girl.

Hooked on fridays…i’m a friday druggie!!! wheeee!*

Yayeeeeeeeee!!! It’s FRIDAY!! πŸ™‚ It’s funny how I’ve started obsessing over fridays and public holidays, now that I’m on a 5 day work week schedule. At the start of week, I countdown first, by the days, then the hours, minutes and seconds….. to 17:59 every Fridays.

At the chime of that final bell, me.. like a druggie getting a shot of that magical substance, become slightly overly euphoric – my heart palpitates at an amazing speed, my blood rushes to my head, my hands become slightly clammy and (you get the idea) with the thought of the impending activities for the weekend and most importantly…the sleep that I’ll be getting.

Oh yes…how much my bed has missed me. No alarm clocks for me tonight! :)))) *what a nice thought.*

Am looking forward to ms C’s birthday party at m.o.s tomorrow. Got some catching up to do with the girls there! Opps, I’d better go get her a nice pressie after work today before i’m refused entry at the door!

have a great friday and weekend everyone!! *muaks*