DANG;

What a way to spice up a boring Sunday. I mean are these pictures hot or what?! Sometimes I think I must have been male my previous life.


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What I dislike most about this is not the late nights, nor is it the meagre pay. It's the mundaneness of it all. The constant breathing down someone's neck and babying to ensure we meet unrealistic deadlines, coordinating of different stakeholders to make sure everyone's on the same page, the puke-inducing proofreading and copy-vetting of annual ( Read more... )

I live here as a nobody:
a Displaced Person.

Because I was hoping to find out how my thoughts have evolved in the last six months or so, I sat down at my laptop and started reading my blog entries from the current one all the way till just before Christmas last year. And what I found out was this: my life is kinda broken up into three segments: 1) ( Read more... )

KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON;


Do you want to know how it feels like to be desperate and slightly on the brink of madness?

Try being a fresh graduate filled with idealistic aspirations (the sort of "let me be the change I want to see in the world!" aspirations) who finds herself with no dream job. Nope. ZILCH. Even after having diligently sent out at least ( Read more... )

will decorate your face for free:

It's crazy but looking at Into the Gloss makes me want to buy fun pretty stuff like bright lipsticks, blushes of different textures, and a whole palette of eye make-up. Is there anyone who would like to play dress-up make-up with meee??? :))

BTW I also miss cooking so very much. Maybe I should start taking some ( Read more... )

"We tell ourselves stories in order to live." -- Joan Didion

ARGH. I know it's silly to think of London like a second home because it simply isn't, but It feels strangely foreign to be back. Although I was only away in London for slightly more than a month, I subconsciously let myself get used to every mundane detail back in his apartment. The ( Read more... )

A Week At The Airport by Alain de Botton;

Some lovers were parting. She must have been twenty, he a few years older. Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood was in her bag. They had oversize sunglasses and had come of age in the period between SARS and swine flu. They were dressed casually in combat trousers and T-shirts. It was the intensity of their ( Read more... )

Just in case you were wondering if I tried out any of those recipes, I did attempt to make apple-stuffed pork chops which turned out tasting far too tarty and herby for our liking. Let's face it: boys will always be boys. Boys do not like their meat tampered with and shoved with bits of fruits and nuts. And so I have learnt my lesson. When cooking ( Read more... )

"When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth."

When I arrived at Heathrow last night, I was first greeted by the nostalgic smell of London. An oddly comforting combination of musky corridors, busy tube stations and cold air. Not that this has much to do with the smell, but, a part of me is definitely gonna ( Read more... )

Status Anxiety by Alain de Botton;

"These feelings of deprivation may not look so peculiar, however, once we consider the psychology behind the way we decide what is enough. Our sense of an appropriate limit to anything - for example, to wealth and esteem - is never decided independently. It is decided by comparing our condition with that of a ( Read more... )