I'm neither here nor there.

Come back later.

current obssession #3

Friday night

I've forgotten that I can take some time to sit on my couch and read an inspiring book. Or any book, instead of staring at the tube.

Tonight I remembered.

p.s. magazines don't count.

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Friends from SF called me while they were merry making (getting drunk) in a bar. I was on speaker phone while this conversation happened in the bathroom. I guess they think of me when they pee.

S + E: Hello SW! What are you doing?

Me: Cleaning my kitchen.

S + E: Why are you cleaning your kitchen now? (note: this is 11 PM on a Friday night)

Me: Because I just felt like it. My appliances are getting dirty. What are you guys doing?

S: I'm peeing! And now I'm wiping my vagina in front of E!

Me: Are you drunk?

S: I'm sooooo drunk. I'm not even going to lie to you. Otherwise I won't be doing this.

So S + E were in the bathroom together, a guy and a girl but we're all close friends so it doesn't really matter or surprise me. E is probably there to make sure S don't fall on her face.

Me: You do this even when you're not drunk. Come on.

S: That's true. Listen! I'm going to flush the toilet now!!! Listen!

Me: ......................

Some commotion happened, I hear more voices in the background.

E: She's talking to someone in the next stall.

Me: Is she harassing people?

E: Nah.

They walk back to the bar and it got really noisy. We tried to talk a little bit but it's still too noisy. The bathroom was much better for phone calls.

Me: I'll let you go.I'm boring to talk to. Go have fun!

E: Okay, goodbye!

I don't know where S went. But I miss SF really badly now.

this is random.

My nose stud is like a part of me, like a third nipple.

I bought the VS nice lingerie-y slip, to sleep alone in.

I know more moody men than women.

I really want to tell this loser that I’ll never date him and stop telling examples of “if” we are dating. LOSER.

Everyday I drive in fear of getting into an accident. One in which is not my fault.

Do I really want to be a vampire?

I’m beginning to like the color pink. Crap.

Why don’t a lot of people recycle?

Actions are more obvious, louder, “don’t even try to hide” than words. Oh please.

I’m almost 30.

I should not buy leather products if I love animals this much.

I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about quitting my job recently. And you would think in such times I should be hanging on even tighter.

I'm impressed

Usually when you fill out one of those online forms for samples, coupons or anything to be sent to you (in exchange for some personal data so they can spam ya), it rarely works. But in this case I was pleasantly surprised.

I like to visit Viktor & Rolf's website just because I admired their ingenuity. Alas, I can only admire from far as their couture is unsuitable for my current lifestyle.

Anyways, as an active creative for the e-commerce, I like to surf and take part all kinds of marketing efforts out there. So I simply registered to be a member of V&R's secret club and requested for a sample of their fragrance "Flowerbomb".

Almost 2 months later, I received a nice little direct mail package from them. By then I have already forgotten about my previous actions. Hence it was a nice surprise to see they've included some nicely designed mailer to welcome me to the secret club and of course, the samples I asked for. I received a miniature set of the "Flowerbomb" bath gel and body lotion.

If you're a man and you don't know this yet, you really need to get laid. Because women, get this, ALL WOMEN love samples.

Regardless of age, income group, geographical location or race, ALL WOMEN love samples. This is slightly deeper than the love for anything that's free. Because that, is never technically free. But samples, yes, they're always free. You're not obliged to wash their dishes when someone gives you a free sample. You don't have to lie in bed and pretend you're having an orgasm after someone gives you a free sample. The Mentos girl (who I will mention again later) doesn't spear mark me when I don't run to next convenient location to buy a box of Mentos. The Filipino lady is only grateful that I'm try out the salsa & chips and compliment her excellent work at the grocer's sample station. For samples, you smile, say Thank you sweetly and then you're on your way. Whether you use them, lose them or digest them, the sample-givers should less than likely remember he/she gave you any.

The most common place of sample distribution is at the cosmetic counters in departmental stores. But I've received samples on the streets of San Francisco. Cute girls were handing out tubes of Mentos, men throwing out cans of soda on a hot day—I thought it was cool. I've received chewing gum, skincare, bottles of iced tea, tissue packets, chocolate, olive oil, diabetes test, toothbrush, lotsa food, cosmetics, cans of soda, paper, massages and etc. I love it.

Back to cosmetics. I think at a point in my life (which is recently), I sorted out my bathroom closet and oh boy! I don't really know as I don't stalk out other women's bathrooms but I thought I have more samples than actual products. I don't recall how I accumulated all this crap though. I rarely buy cosmetics, I don't linger around the cosmetics department nor do I purposefully collect them (oh well, I don't pursue but I also don't reject any that comes my way).

I admit I keep the ones that comes glued to the magazine pages and I gladly accept any when I make the rare purchase at those beauty counters. In fact, I would even be pissed if the sales lady never bother to throw in a handful into the shopping bag or when I flip through the pages of the magazine to find that someone has stolen MY sample from MY magazine!

The problem is, I have to stop hoarding them and start using them. I keep them for those imaginary vacations that never happen or when they do, they're inadequate for period of stay. And when I use them I betcha I can save a bundle of cash! I will not need to buy that expensive eye cream anymore because I have 6,523,678,345 tiny packets of eye cream samples. And if I squeeze them out, I betcha I can fill up a few full size containers! Did you all watch Jennifer Aniston in "Friends with Money"? Her character was poor and basically lived off on skincare samples to the max. Exactly like that.

I know a friend who loves samples (you know who you are) but laments that the sales lady usually don't give her any. On the contrary, I probably have a "sample" face because I receive them without asking. Like yesterday, I had to make an semi-annual trip to the skincare counter for my brand of night cream. The guy readily gave me a free travel size because I have an account with the store and I brought in my promotional mailer. Then he threw in 3 tiny boxes of Bobbi Brown miniature moisturizing foundations in 3 different shades (just in case I change color with the season? Miss Tan, I'm giving the lightest shade to you).

Moral of the story—I'm gonna finish up whatever I have in my designated sample box and see how long I can actually live off them. And maybe I will find one and *gasps* run out to buy the actual overpriced product. Because isn't that ultimately what samples are for?

You throw in a big bait, in order to catch a bigger fish.

It's not that bad lah~

Aiyoh.
I got all those concerned questions about the damage I've done during this past Black Friday. It's bad, but considering I haven't bought much for myself lately, it's nothing! You should have seen me last year!

The biggie is this Coach leather bag. I just seen it at the full price retail store for USD498 before tax. I thought: Hell no! No matter how much I loved it and the leather was soft and the color is my favorite. Hell no!

Then of course, for the Thanksgiving sale, it went to the outlet within a few days and was marked way way way lower than the retail price. I HAD TO........... Mom! I could have bought a few and it won't even be more than the retail price.Nice right? Also bought a Diesel underwear for 8 bucks, Ted Baker wide leather belt for 32 and some gifts. It really is the best time to shop.

Back to the real purpose of Thanksgiving.

Apple keep the turket moist, she said.Went to my friend Lissy's house to crash her family dinner and oh boy! Her turkey was the best home-cooked one I ever had!!!! (sorry to whoever but really!) It was moist and totally cooked (which is the problem for a lot of people) and the stuffing and the yummy garlic mashed potato!!!!! Everything was made by her. Dang!

And then I brought my store-bought pies—French Apple and Pecan. At least I made the effort!


Hope she will let her hubby bring the leftovers to work (she used to, but now only her hubby works in the same agency with me).

Then we went to the new casino near her place and I was desperately trying to win some shopping money. However, two lucky things had happened other than that.

1. I dropped my wallet and didn't realise it until 20 minutes later!!!! It was still lying on the floor, under the Pai Gow table, amongst the chairs and legs when I went back for it. I was sitting there watching my friend play earlier on. This is a miracle at a casino you know that.

2. I broke even after playing at the roulette table for almost 3 hours. I was down to my last 5 bucks but I won back my money (60 bucks) slowly and left. I got 2 drinks for free.
There was a white guy who just kept buying 23. Lissy won like 3 times when it hit 5 coz' she buys that number everytime. The dealer was hitting the same number twice in a row for like 6-8 times. There was a black guy who looks like Kanye west who will play and leave then come back for like 3 times.

Roulette is my favorite game, because it's kinda random, but kinda have a pattern too. It's messy, dependent on luck but you can kinda read the trend of each dealer. Just like Life. I don't know what I'm saying anymore.

I'm gonna chill for the rest of the week.

I'm working real hard... ...

so there will be no post until I have time. Maybe this weekend.

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Overheard

"I can't find Jesus! I'm looking for him but I don't know where he is!"

This statement caught my attention as I was checking out the wooden nutcrackers on the clearance shelf at the local crafts store this weekend. I turned my head around to the source and saw a distraught Hispanic woman, in her late 40s, looking at the arrangement of X'mas ornaments that are at 40% off.

I smirked. She caught me observing her and shy away as our eyes met. The inner prankster in me wanted to response to her exclamation by saying: "You can stop looking now Lady for JC is all around us. Just look with your heart." (O-kay my fellow Christian friends, I'm just being silly.)

Apart from all the crazy sales around me, I didn't know hanging out at the local crafts store would be such joy. This is what the entire store heard over the PA system earlier on.

"Paging for BOB (made-up name)! Come to the front register RIGHT NOW!"

The voice thundered over the store as all shoppers kinda froze for a second as the announcement was made. I heard plenty of sniggers and "uh crap!' commentary. A young dad who sat his toddler down on a bunch of merchandise near me playfully imitated the voice: "Right Now! Someone is in troubleeee! Uh oh!" The little girl chuckled and I did too. He saw me and immediately shy away like how the Jesus-seeking lady did.

I didn't mean to eavesdrop on others' conversation but I'm beginning to think that I will hang out in this store more often from now on. I am easily amused, am I?

Fa la la la la la la la

I'm making a list
and checking it twice.
I'm going to find out who's naughty and nice.
'Coz Missy here Is Comin' To Town!

That's right y'all! And I'm not kidding. Since my presents will include handmade, as much as possible, I need all the time in the world to design, research, buy the materials and make them!

Unfortunately I can't make everything, and some people will probably never want the things that I make, so some people will not be getting handmade items from me. But hey! It doesn't mean I didn't care. Just maybe you need to reflect upon your high maintenance, materialistic ways and bring yourself back down to Mother Earth.

Speaking of Mother Earth, my agency finally started and kicked-off the recycling committee! For months, my dept and I have been doing it guerilla style— i.e. we collect cardboard boxes that are dumped by the trash and ask people around our area to conscientiously dispose their paper trash in our makeshift collection area right by my desk. Once in a while, the guys will load up their truck and drive all that crap to the local recycling company who will pay you some pennies for the wares.

Do you know the media dept receives almost every other fucking magazine in the world every month? Do you know how much paper is that to be just thrown away with the other trash? Do you know why the temperature is record-high nowadays? Do you know why there is so many hurricanes and earthquakes and tsunamis? Do you know why the trees all look kinda sad when you look at them?

It's ironic that 4 (out of 8) of the people in my dept (web) took part in the committee. It's ironic that the print production dept had no representatives. It's ironic that my dept is the dept that had shown the most support and initiative in recycling. We are, afterall, the dept that creates the least (paper) waste in the whole building.

Don't buy wrapping paper when there's all those wonderfully designed magazines' pages that you're going to get rid of anyways. Do you really have to send another X'mas card via mail that will only be tossed by your receiver on the 26th? E-cards are free and it's the thought that counts. With the economy like this, won't it be better to look around and see what you can improvise for neat solutions that not only reduce pollution but also save $$$?

If you really have to buy paper for any reasons during this festive season, pls at least opt for cards that are printed on recycled materials. Send just one card on behalf of the whole family and group so you can lessen the number of cards you need.

Best yet, give time and love to the people you care about. It's environmentally-friendly, great for your own mental health, recyclable/reuse-able (pass the love vibes on) and FREE!

Behind-the-chaos is coolness

Democratic Presidential Nominee, Barack Obama and his family on election night in Chicago, IL on Wednesday, November 5, 2008. (David Katz/Obama for America)

Check out these cool photos taken by Obama's official photographer on Flickr. Click here.

election

Although this is not my country, I have been here for more than 7 years, and since whatever they do DO affect every other freaking country so I thought I should try to care.

my head gear for tomorrow. button sourced from kate spade, moveon.org and paul frank.

Tomorrow will be a really really happy day, for the longest time, in this country, for a lot of people. No matter what the outcome, I regard both candidates in much higher respect than the current president.

I'll be at home, watching the live election coverage and hoping to see what I've hoped (and many others) will come true.

I am controlled by my tv.

OMG. Thursdays are like serial TV night.

630-7pm Jeopardy!

7-730pm Wheel of Fortune

8-9pm Ugly Betty (seeing that stupid biatch L.Lohan got booted out of the show seems soooo satisfying)

9-10pm CSI (original Las Vegas version with Grissom still on it)

10-11pm Eleventh Hour (new sci-fi crime show, giving it a shot since, well, I've nothing better to do)

1135-1215pm David Letterman

1215-105am Craig Ferguson

If you realize, I only got a 1/2 hour break in between Wheel of Fortune and Ugly Betty. And that's when I try to check my email real quick or steal something to eat.

Or I sit with the laptop and type a really quick blog post to share my enthusiasm.

ARGH! I still haven't figured put what to dress up as tomorrow. Oh well~ anything done without effort isn't worth doing. I think I should pass. My 2-day-old hippie idea is not that fantastic anyways.

Boo!

In this country, Halloween is also another word for Candy. And in this country, candy means not only sweets and lollipops. It also means chocolate and/or anything with sugar in it.

So have you thought of what to dress up as? Coz’ I haven’t and would love to steal your idea if the entire costume would cost less than USD$10.

I realize I would make an effort to dress up every year since I move to the United States. Except that I broke the tradition when I moved to Vegas last year, right before Halloween.

Sorry, I can't find the photos from 2001(devil girl)-2002(Milla Jovovich's character in '5th Element').

2003 as a weird clown—modeled after a toy figurine with Sayaka's parents

2004—as a pirate grrrrrrrrrr with Sayaka as Frida and Shinta in her bathrobe
2005—as Robin (pic taken with a bunch of other superheros. costume found in thriftstore for like less than 10 bucks.)

2006—as a sixties' air stewardess (won best costume in the agency! yay! too bad you can't see my patent white boots in this picture.) with dear eric as Dorothy.

Mainly because I haven’t befriend a single soul and there isn’t any ‘unofficially official’ street party over here like the ones I would go to on Market and Castro in San Francisco.

What the heck. I think it’s entirely because I had no friends here.

But fortunately last year, an old friend unexpectedly visited me from SG that week and since it was too late to get a costume, we just wandered around the Strip admiring other people’s costume. It was wonderful because when I see those skimpy nurses/Victoria-secret’s-angels/policewomen/firefighters/insert-skanky-stereotypical-identities-here, I felt incredibly blessed in my warm, cozy outfit out on the freezing desert night.

Nevertheless, once the calendar turns to October, I see Halloween items everywhere for sale. I wonder how will ‘business’ be this year due to the massive economy catastrophe. Will people ration the amount of candy they distribute? Will people even bother to dress up amidst dark times?

One of my colleagues actually put up a Halloween candy bowl on his desk. He fills it up with miniature Snicker bars, Crunch, Reese’s Pieces and assortments of sweets and they are free-for-all. The girls stop by like bees to a flower. I reckon he just wants to be more popular. But I warned him that by the end of the month, the girls would be coming over to blame him for fattening their asses and he should prepare for it.

The ridiculous thing is, he himself never once ate anything from that bowl. He is a health freak.

So I was strolling along the vast aisles of a ordinary supermarket here and eventually bought a purple wig on my way out. Dang. I’ve always wanted a pink one à la Natalie Portman in “Closer”.
Oh well~ purple is as cute.

So now I am stuck with a new purple wig, in a short bob just like my platinum blonde version, with no idea what to match up.

Any ideas for a character or something you imagine in your farked-up head? The reward will be a life-size photo of me in your costume, sign and sealed with a kiss. LOL.

Current obssession #2

Victoria's Secret - Pleated swingy slip in Platinum

Hey Lance, I didn't know your son is touring already~

Apparently Lance's first+newborn has became such a global phenomena that he's touring after he just marked his one month birthday milestone.

I have to say Jilian's is such a perfect choice. I fancy myself any venue equipped with pool tables and overpriced beer.

Glad to know that Aiden is such a miraculous child! Lance + Nica! Well done! You may now proceed to continue your exceptional work with No. 2, 3 and so forth.

The above screenshot has not been doctored for your pleasure except for the PINK highlights to draw your attention. See proof here.

Gotta go! Need to buy the tickets before they run out.

It's ok if you don't get this post. Most of the time you don't get it anyways.

marc jacobs by me

Okay. I admit that I didn't try very hard, but I really had no clue why so many people admired and worshipped Marc Jacobs as a fashion superman.

I have long heard of his *big* name but it's not only until I saw a photo spread of his Paris apartment on the W magazine (read whole coverage here) that I got fascinated by this peculiar man.

Marc Jacob's chilling in his study (photo via W magazine).

Well, since then I only got impressed by his zany taste in art and home decor ways but I still didn't run out to the nearest MJ boutique and buy his wares. I always though they were overpriced for what they are and the current paycheck I'm receiving doesn't allow me experiment with overpriced anything.

So a few nights ago I was browsing through the free movies section on my on-demand cable tv system. If my memory didn't fail me, I saw amongst a list of movies on the Sundance channel, a documentary named "Marc Jacobs & Louis Vuitton".

I thought "Sure, why not?" I just needed some eye-candy for the night. 72 mins. Well, I could turn it off if it bores me.

I would guess this exclusive insight to MJ's daily work schedule and environment was filmed about 2 years ago when he was still sporting a head full of long stringy hair and oversized plastic glasses. He was (and still is) heading the house of Louis Vuitton, his self-titled labels—Marc Jacobs + (cheaper)Marc by Marc Jacobs and some other guerilla-style labels. He was/is a busy man.

As a wannabe artist and designer, I watched and is extremely fascinated with the fashion industry on a whole. Just like what I feel when I'm watching the very successful reality show—Project Runway. Basically this documentary reveals a lot of scenes whereby you would think MJ is on Project Runway but with a whole team of sidekicks and smashing seamstresses ready to make his visions come through.

We get to see some censored scenes of brainstorming sessions where he sits with all these people to pick ideas, colors, buttons, fabrics and anything. I see people agreeing to whatever he says and I wonder is that how it really works? But then again, he is afterall the creative director. He is the one who brought LV and himself multi-million dollar success. He is Marc Jacobs.

Marc Jacob in a skirt and his gigantic hermes' birkin (2008) He looks pretty good I would have to say.

My favourite scene would be when he divulge his health secrets by showing us the numerous vitamins and supplements he takes daily, apparently. He drinks mangosteen juice in a shot. Mangosteen? Where do you find it in the USA? I had to smuggle one in my luggage from home just to prove to my colleagues that I ain't making shit up.

So after the documentary ended, I felt like I have to find out more. I need to know first of all: Why? Why is the whole world begging to own something with his name sewn on the back?

For all I know, I would have thought of Micheal Jackson instead of him when I see those initials M.J.

So I asked a poshy friend who is a fan and got to know that the "Stam bag" is one of his signature items. Cute, but I'm still not convinced. Then I thought about Danielle as I know she's covered (almost) head-to-toe in his designs. But I still haven't got to talk to her much as she's super busy.

Then I remembered I was pretty in love with MJ's signature perfume last X'mas but never took the plunge (hint hint).

But guess what I found!

Marc Jacobs Rana (which means frog in Spanish) bag.

Vicki Beckhams in a MJ ad featuring the Rana bag.

The Rana bag in neon PINK.

So I guess I'm a little swayed towards the MJ camp for now. IF ANYONE OF YOU SEE ANY OF THESE PRECIOUS FROG BAG(on sale) PLEASE LET ME KNOW. They're a little hard to find as I'm totally backdated in the fashion trends (and sorry for yelling).

Oh well. I digress.

You all know that it's the economic crisis now. We have to stop, or rather, I have to stop all my impossible, irrational shopping urges. Even if I lock myself at home, online shopping still calls upon me. ARGH.

Have I felt the effects of the crisis? Yes. How? My agency has been laying people off. Today the toll was 8. The total? I think I lost track.

Misconceptions of Obama fuel Republican campaign - 13 Oct 08

“I don’t like the fact that he thinks us white people are trash… because we’re not!” LOL
source here

what a saturday

I got back to my apartment and I found myself whistling and humming as I prepare for a 5 PM dinner. I actually caught myself in a good mood, totally off guard!

Today was one of those wacky-weather days. It was just 90+ degrees in Fahrenheit yesterday afternoon. I entered my car and felt that it has been slowly cooking under the hot desert sun. I though to myself: Yay! Bits of summer still haven’t left. Then today. I woke up feeling chilly. The familiar unoccupied sides of the bed were unpleasantly cold. It was so comfy that I had to get up and for the first time, change the setting from air-condition to heater. Yes. And I dreaded this very moment.

I hurriedly put on my cargo pants and long sleeve tee, made something to eat and dashed out. I reached the Summerlin Community Park just 8 minutes late. I saw the SPCA van already parked next to the booths and speed-walk as fast as I could, while fighting to put on an extra jacket, towards the people in the ‘too-bright-for-a-Saturday-morning” florescent green tees.

Today I was assigned to handle Tigger, a 7-years-old black+ white male rat terrier. As usual the dogs that luckily got to get out of the animal shelter are always too excited and can’t be bothered to even greet the handlers for the day. Well, at least in my past 3 experiences. Immediately, Tigger took ME for a walk around the whole compound, sniffing and discovering every inch of the grounds. Within the first 15 minutes, he had peed and boy-oh-boy, someone had a huge dinner last night!

Tigger & I "making out" in my car on a cold rainy afternoon.

My task as the volunteer and Tigger’s handler is to let Tigger meet and greet as many people and dogs as he can, answer any questions potential adoptive parents have about him, relate his behaviors and temperament and most importantly, ensure Tigger and I have a great time.

I have met Tigger as at previous event but I was handling another dog—Jake, a handsome 2-years-old male Australian Cattle dog. Jake is a medium-sized dog, about ¾ of my size and basically was dragged me all over the place. My hands were a little roughen from holding onto his thick leash for 4½ hours. Today, sweet-tempered Jake was also present and I am happy to announce that he was adopted (!!!!!) within the first few hours of the event.

Jake—sitting like a gentleman

So this time Tigger, being a rat terrier, is definitely much easier to deal with. Plus, he has absolutely zero temper at all and is always so sweet and friendly, but not too friendly. In fact, some people think he is too aloof because he is not one who will just park himself on your lap and fall asleep. Besides being too distracted to concentrate on one particular human being or dog, he never barked or whined throughout the whole day (and he didn’t the last time I saw him too). He basically just does his own dog thing and chill.

So it began to rain on top of the icy winds and missing sunshine. Tigger started to shiver and I managed to score the last doggy sweater for him. Unfortunately, it was pink. Fortunately, it was a snazzy dazzling bright neon pink sweater that’s hard to miss. If I could I would scribble ADOPT ME right on his back and he would be “flying off the shelves”. At one point, it was so freaking cold (like 10 degrees celsius) that I eventually brought Tigger into my car to hide. He had no problems jumping into the back seat. Then I thought, Ok, I’m hungry. So I proceed to eat my egg sandwich but I made sure I faced the other direction in order not to torture him. But who am I bluffing? Of course he can smell it. So when we came out from hiding, I had to get some biscuits for him. You should have seen the way he took the biscuit out of my hands. Gentle. I wish some men would behave like that.

Throughout the day we met several prospective adoptive parents. And I never never act like the over-zealous underage sales assistant who hovers and barges into your personal space with a “you-better-buy-it-now-while-I-stare-you-down” attitude. Because unlike clothes, returning an incompatible dog after a few days does no one good.

Finally, as we were preparing to close for the day, the lady with her sweet 9 year-old came back with their 2 current dogs to see if they would get along with Tigger. And hallelujah! Her dogs are easy-going and very charming. Although Tigger didn’t immediately worship them, I see they did their initial acknowledgment (sniff sniff) and “approved” one another. And from now on, all we need is to give them some time alone to properly fall in love.

(Everybody together) Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

And so, Tigger going back to a warm loving home tonight instead of the shelter made me whistle and hum. I could’ve done a chicken dance if I haven’t been so worn out by the extensive walks with Tigger. And PLEASE my friends, next time you get a pet, make sure you’ve done the right research, thought through the lifelong commitment (yours and his/her life), make all proper arrangements and please, please, please, don’t buy from a puppy mill. Go to your local SPCA or animal rescue and do the right thing ☺

Woof!

Astro (aka yoda)— the first dog I handled at my first volunteer event who subsequently got adopted couple days later. yeah~ bad hair day.

Please meet Bert.

I am fish-sitting for my friend. This is Bert, a Beta male. He is actually very very smart. He knows me and when I am going to play and feed him.

In this video, you see that I dropped a pellet of food for him and if you listen closely, you can hear him crunching on it! Volumes up guys.



I promised myself not to commit to any living pets in LV anymore. My heart has been broken once too many.

xXx

Diesel video removed coz it was annoying. UI—do not auto start video. Users find it annoying.

Since we're talking about poop

It's funny how David Letterman is talking about his son talking about poop, his guest for tonight—Russell Crowe also talked about his son talking about poop. So now it all comes around into a nice round brown pile of shit, in a box.

Makes great Christmas present! Yupz, it's almost here!

current obssession #1

le sigh

Everyone looks out their own window.

I sat outside on my balcony in my comfy college-days red butterfly chair. I am talking to my dear pal in SF, exchanging bits and pieces between our worlds.

It’s pitter-pattering on the rooftop of the car porch right below me. I thank the heavens quietly under my breath for this miraculous occurrence. It smells damn right good, right now.

The rain. The scent tonight (or rather, in this city) distinctly distinct.

It’s gritty. It’s crass. It’s like mud in the air, a bizarre mixture of the unsettling earth and the lost leaves of trees clashing into each other’s elements.

Whereas in Singapore, when it pours, I can smell the density of each droplet. It’s very complex to say what I feel but it’s something more human, more organic, like the taste of a warm butter cookie, earlier, dipped into a cup of mint tea.

And to get a whiff of the rain in San Francisco is like having the crispness of an iceberg dashing through and through my entire insides topped with a 2-second blackout—only to be awaken into a dream that doesn’t end until you deliberately leave.

With the rain, it feel extraordinarily serene tonight. Like the weather, this week turned out random and surprisingly diverse. From sadness to disillusion, and from anger to hope. Today, I feel like I’ve been taken for a shaky ride and finally, finally, returned home safely.

This post is pretty confusing

I finally figured out what I do for a living. I’m an escapist. And I’m pretty good at it. I've ran pretty far. I hide in my little apartment. And again, far away from anything.

I don’t like to hear and know about bad things. I stop myself, like how I avoid watching any horror movies.

But then I already do know how those horror movies are like. Coz' I am capable of making them up in my head. And so for the bad news, I can totally capable of cooking some up and mind-fuck myself.

There is a brilliant line: A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Yes, but I would actually say in this case: A mind is a terrible thing to underestimate.

Don’t get me wrong. I totally know that I am over and psycho-analyzing things a little too much. All these little problems, as you will say, is self-invented. I am drowning myself with self-pity. I am painting a picture of self-abuse. I am completely self-absorbed and…………… ridiculous. But I think it will be too late to wait for something really bad to happen and then be finally recognized as the tragic heroine. Or is it?

Oh well. I am not one who will announce my woes to the world. So there, maligned I stand towards you. That is until you find out.

Everyone's doing it (talking about politics, that is). So shall I.

"I am insert-any-name-of-any-self-righteous-politician, and I approved of this message."

Watching TV recently has taken its toll. I've been seeing too many political commercials which blatantly attacks their opponents. At first I think it's rather amusing as I could only dream of such public political sparring in Singapore! But now, 1++ months away from the election, I could only wish that it has happened already!

I remember on a dark cold windy night, about 4 years ago, I just finished my night class in college and was walking home. I'll never forget the night as I felt pretty angry about President Bush's win on his 2nd term over John Kerry. I also saw something/someone that night and that fueled even more hate (don't ask).

Although I'm not eligible to vote, although I'm not entirely interested in politics, although this is not my country, I thought I should at least care a little bit since I am unavoidably in this freaking country!

I watched the first Presidential debate on Friday night. I actually stumbled upon it, was looking for a more entertaining CSI-inspired show instead. Nothing else was on, so yeah, I allowed them to squabble in my living room.

From the first debate, I gathered a few thoughts:

1. McCain lovingly started several(at least 5 times) rebuttals: "What Senator Obama doesn't understand is......"
2. Obama stutters.
3. I rather watch my nightly David Letterman and Craig Ferguson late night talk shows. Their monologues makes more sense than these debates.
4. McCain is over-milking his sympathy card of a war hero and how he totally understands the single mother whose only son has heroically lost his life in Iraq for the country. But he has been a proud endorser of President Bush, so erm..........huh?
   

I am in no way an avid fan of the political game. I am just observing such as an average healthy heterosexual single working-class female couch potato in her 20s.

BTW, I had a great weekend sleeping over at my friends' lovely home playing the new uber cool RockBand II on Xbox. I've managed to "tour" many US cities with my "band", learn to play "guitar" and is advancing to be a "Medium" level player. We also attended a fun & meaningful Buddy Walk charity event for Down Syndrome kids earlier this afternoon before treating ourselves with a bukkit KFC and A&W Rootbeer floats. Yums.

Thank you!

A BIG shout-out to Sharon and WL of Soon Lee, the wholesome folks who sent not once, but twice (First attempt was lost in mail. I try to imagine the pins eloping to a little Spanish town by the sea.) to send these perfect little buttons across many lands and oceans to me.

This was after my silly attempt to win them, and even though I was late in my entry, they insist on rewarding me! Yay!

I have always and now, I can't wait to terrorize their lovely shop (and my credit card) when I fly back the next time.

Soon Lee 56 Haji Lane, level 2, Singapore. Open everyday from 2pm-8pm. (65)6297-0198

Love Cream Pie by Outgrabe

Don't blink or you'll miss me!

My friend asked me, right before I left San Francisco, to be part of the video. It's very flattering and Ooh la la! Did it turn out saucy or what? Kudos to the band and production team.

Visit their website here.

I'm famous! not.

48 Ways to Be Nice and Improve the World Around You

I thought everyone might need to take a chapter outta these ok! It's time to be play NICE.

Real Simple's The Guide to Happiness

How to Be Nice to Your Friends, Family, and Those Who Need a Little Extra

Channel your second-grade teacher and playfully give out gold-star stickers to all the people in your life — young and old — who somehow make your day a little easier.

If you know someone is going out to dinner to celebrate a special occasion, call the restaurant in advance and say you’ll pick up the cost of her wine or dessert.

When someone is moving to a new city, supply friends and family members with stamped, preaddressed postcards. (Hand them out at the going-away party.) By the time the family pulls into the new driveway, there will be warm wishes awaiting them.

When you run across a newspaper or magazine article you think someone you know would find interesting, take a moment to clip it out. Attach a Post-it note that reads “Thought you’d enjoy” and drop it in the mail. This takes less time than writing a letter, but the gesture still shows the other person you’re thinking about her. Laura Noss, who owns a public-relations firm for nonprofits in San Francisco, says her father, who lives in Cleveland, does just that. “It means so much that when he’s reading something, he’ll rip it out, fold it, attach a message, put the postage on it, and send it to me,” she says. “I save almost all of them.”

Similarly, when a young person in your hometown does something to merit a mention in the newspaper (the high school quarterback saves the big game in overtime or your neighbor gets elected student-body president), clip out the photo and article and send it to the person’s family. Chances are, they’ll want to collect every copy they can. (One notable exception: the police blotter.)

If you travel a lot on business, record yourself reading your children’s favorite bedtime stories; they can listen to your voice as they flip through the book. Finish each night’s reading with a countdown of the days until you’re back home with them.

Every day for a year, jot down one thing you love about your child/husband/friend (he has a crooked smile; she snorts when she laughs). At the end of the year, give the person your one-of-a-kind, 365-item list.

When you develop photos from a vacation or a major life event that an elderly relative missed, get an extra set of prints and send them to her.

When guests are leaving, escort them to their car, not just to the front door. If you’re driving someone home, wait until she’s inside the house before you pull away.

Hide messages for your family to find throughout the day, like “Thanks for doing a load!” in the dryer, or a silly joke in your child’s lunch box.

If someone you know is going through a difficult time, call to let her know that you’re thinking about her, but make sure your message doesn’t leave her with a sense of obligation: “Just wanted you to know I’m thinking about you, but don’t worry about calling me back.” When a friend was being treated for breast cancer in a hospital outside her home state, Sandy Donaldson, a community-relations coordinator in Newport News, Virginia, rented her friend a beeper and entered the names of the woman’s friends in its contact list. Whenever her friend got beeped, she could look and see who was sending kind thoughts her way. “The only rule was that she was not allowed to call anyone back,” says Donaldson, who didn’t want her friend to feel any more burdened during her illness.

When a neighbor is grieving, leave a basket on her front porch, filled with blank thank-you cards she can send to people who have brought flowers or made donations.

When stocking up on school supplies, pick up a few extras and give them to your child’s teacher to pass on to students whose families might not be able to afford them.

Donate two tickets to a major sporting or theatrical event to an organization like Big Brothers Big Sisters. That way, a Big Sis can take her Little Sis to something out of the ordinary that she otherwise might not be able to afford.

How to Be Nice to People on the Job

When the temperature dips, offer your mail carrier or the teenager shoveling your walk a fresh cup of coffee or hot chocolate. Buy lidded disposable cups so they can have it “to go.”

If someone goes beyond her job description to help you, call or send an e-mail to her supervisor praising her. The employee will get a small career boost, and the boss will probably be thrilled to hear something other than complaints.

Avery Horzewski, a communications consultant in San Jose, California, likes to give chocolates or Starbucks gift cards to grocery clerks, delivery people, and others who are especially friendly or helpful.

Bring in a box of doughnuts for your building’s maintenance staff. Just don’t consume all the jelly-filled ones before you pull into the company parking lot.

When you make an in-person donation to a nonprofit organization (such as an animal shelter), also drop off something to brighten the day of the people working in the trenches.

Lindsey Schocke, an administrative assistant in Atlanta, knows how stressful starting a new job can be. So whenever her company hires somebody, she makes a point of extending a lunch invitation. “I can answer some questions for them,” she says, “and then they have a friendly face to say hello to until they get to know everybody.”

Overtip your breakfast waiter. He probably put forth just as much effort as someone on the evening shift would, but his take-home pay is probably lower.

Also read other sections of " How to Be Nice to Your Neighbors" & "How to Be Nice to Strangers and the World Around You" here.

A good start

I've finally ventured into something new! Oh well, kinda.

I've proudly joined a business project as a fabulous merchandiser! This blog shop specializes in bringing luxury 100% authentic American goods to Singapore.


I've to admit that over the years, many people have came up with similar approaches and tried to recruit me many times for this sort of position. Thinking that I would have access to many brands that are very sought after in SG and could make a quick buck on the side. True, and I wished I had agreed to this earlier. But it didn't happen as I either didn't have the time/interest or the talk never got walked.

This time, I'm giving it a try. And oh my, it's hard work I tell ya! There's nothing like a free lunch ever~ If it works out, it works out. If it doesn't, then I tell myself that I've tried my best. So far, it's been pretty fun helping out to 'shop' for other people.

So my beloved friends and family, I only do free advertisement on my blog, and this is it.

PLEASE go to the website and show face a bit! Indicate that you're my friend when you're ordering that cute Coach bag and specials might happen depending on my Lao Ban Niang's mood.

http://nineteen80shop.wordpress.com/

For your easy reference, the website is also conveniently and permanently linked on my blogroll ——>

Did I

tell you that I re-pierced my nose? Okay, there might not be a thing call "re-pierce", but I did it on the exact same side to the exact same nose after the previous closed due to 'misunderstandings' between me and my body.

He was very skilled but a bit fierce.

My uncle said I'm too old for such actions (?) and my mom said: What?! (This fav. phrase of hers is also printed on her fav. t-shirt which she's guilty of wearing all the time.)

It was impromptu as Amy came to town and made me wanna do something painful.

Nah, it was just stress from work and then I realise I'm 11 months and 5 days old in Vegas! Almost a full year! I should be able to walk on my own at least, but I'm still so needy.

I'm halfway to becoming an LV native now, according to the cool funny old man who was playing his guitar on the roadside—complete with sock & sandals, kneepads (yes, you read me right) and a foldable camping chair in case he needed a break from the 'stage' he set up. It was an interesting night at the LV's monthly "First Friday" events.My friend approached him with a $5 contribution and asked about the kneepads. He said he will deomonstrate their purpose in a little bit and he did.Hard core. Take that all you Guitar-hero wannabes!!!

I actually went to this event in June, and I haven't been back since. I went for the first time in November but it was cold and raining. I don't think I'll go again, since my 'kaki' is not longer here :(

I count myself pretty fortunate (a-hem) that I've many many visitors during such a short time. Everyone either misses me so much (!!!) or they fancy my giant never-fail-to-shock bathtub or both. Either way it's a win-win situation for them. As for me, I get plenty of good company and goodies from foreign lands. Trying not to complain here.

My tally is at 14 houseguests and 13 visitors-with-their-own-hotel-rooms.

Just want to let y'all know that I rarely change my sheets and wash my towels.

Kidding.

And now I'm waiting for the day my mom will come visit. And I know Lesie & wife are not going to make the trip for some reasons. How dare these people have other priorities in life!

Also, it means my 1 year work review is coming up. I wonder if that actually means anything for me, given the somewhat weird vibe in the agency. Bad economy? Lay-offs? My department has so far been very secure. We even got new businesscards as we're officially in a seperate 'group'. But I do know I've worked my ass off. Pray for me people! Pray! And you know what I'm after.

And those of you who don't know my friends Lance & Nica, it doesn't matter. He just welcomed his firstborn Aiden into this world (YAY!) after his wife did all the hard work.Little Acorn, oops I meant Aiden, just a few days old. (Photo stolen from your album lance! Hope you don't mind spreading some happiness.)

In similiar news, my other friends Melvin & Cindy also popped their firstborn Layla about a month plus ago.Awwwwww.......this pic of Layla smiling simply makes me melt a little bit. She had a case of baby acne but she much better now!(Another stolen photo from Mel's blog. Where else could I've gotten them?)

So my very out and open plan is to introduce these two babies one fine day (one is on the end of the East coast and the other on the end of the West Coast). I know their parents will be great in-laws and both families will get along damn well. heehee I'm thinking a bit far along the road but hey! who knows right ;)

And no, my blog is not turning into a baby annoucement center. It's just happy when happy babies arrive in happy families to lead happy lives.

Best wishes to them and hope they grow up strong and smart to save the planet!

My mortality

If I wake up one day in the hospital bed, with the doctor telling me that I’m on bypass— which means I’m beyond hopeless and relying on the machine—saying that this is just going to keep me alive for a few more hours. What do I do?

If I have to lay there dying, with people I know strolling in one by one to say goodbye, what do I do?

And if I have to say something what would I say? Leave me alone and let me die alone?

And what if I am only in my twenties and my parents are crying and my brothers are hurting and my relatives are mourning and my friends are freaking out? Do I have to sit there in the middle of the static sterile hospital room trying to be calm and all?

Can I join in the crying or should I?

Would saying the last prayers make it all okay?

And which one of you want to volunteer to pull the plug eventually? Or rather, which one of you is the right one to do so?

I just saw this scenario on the cutting-edge TV series House. And I just had to think.

I can feel it.

I can smell it coming.

I can see it as the clouds roll in gently over the sky.

Ladies and Gentlemen: The Fabulous Fall season is here.

Last year's Fall Garden display at the Bellagio

Sigh. It’s almost bittersweet. I love love love, when almost a year ago, I stepped into this unknown city of zero humidity and experienced a nice extended wave of the lovely Fall weather. Just after a few weeks of slight discomfort, I adjusted to the dry-ness with a healthier daily dosage of water. You can basically wear anything you want (oh well, almost~), sleep without the heater or air-conditioning, feel amazingly perfect in just bare skin and air.

But with the arrival of Fall, it almost means that Winter is creeping up slowly and undetected. And just one fine day I woke up and headed out — Bam! The chill hit and tingled down the spine. There was no turning back to a long dark and miserable Winter in the desert.

So now, I suddenly, like everything precious, realize I took Summer for granted. I bitched and whined about the boiling temperature, especially how the scorching sun shine glaringly into my eyes as I drive almost blinded. I hate to worry about finding a shaded spot to park for long hours at work. I get pissed when I see increment in my electric bills for the air-conditioning. However, I know I am a tropical girl by blood. I need the heat and most importantly, I need to get a tan before it’s too late.

I am going to change the topic now.

A few work-laden days ago, it marked my survival of the 7th anniversary in this country.

7 years ago, 2 weeks after my arrival was also 9/11, the beginning of some dark years to follow. It was pretty inauspicious and I wondered if I’ve made a very bad decision. The US dollar raised, international travel became the biggest pain in my traveling ass and the worst was the fear. I remember my mom telling me not to go near or cross the Golden Gate Bridge, the Bay Bridge or the Financial District because they’re important structures in the city and always experience bomb threats.

This fear instilled in the nation just caused more and more inconvenience, even until this day, 7 years later.

Well. Back to the survival part.
I can’t believe that I was here that long. It, I don’t really know now, if it’s too much or too little. Because whenever I visit home, I feel like it’s all a dream. That I had never left, except a strange indescribable feeling, like I just woke up from a dream that I am trying so hard to remember but I can’t.

I’m not making sense, am I?

So I jolly well come back to my supposed “dream”, only to continue slaving over a computer and some software that helps make the Internet pretty and move things so that you will be entertained.

Things I do for the greater good.

And can I share a secret?

Whenever I cook pasta at home, well, not every time but, sometimes, when I cook pasta at home……..

I eat it with chopsticks.

I think it sums up how I have internally combined both my Eastern and Western virtues.

Or values.

Or it just shows how messed up I am.

blaaaaaaaaah

my poor heart~

I think it skipped a few beats when I saw this on Kate Spade's online store.

Le sigh

I can name a few of you who will totally agree and egg me on to credit card debt—clara? danielle?

And to quote my dear 38 cousin: "sigh...we are all such insatiable creatures!!!!! never satisfied..."

Le sigh

Now hush hush my unsettling heart~

my first succulent garden

I wanna share a new project with ya. Firstly, let me show you where I've been getting my inspiration from:

This is from Martha Stewart.
This is from here.

This is for sale here.

So yay! If you've looked through my recent photos taken at LA with my cousin, you'll have noticed that we ventured into a sweet little nursery on 3rd street, Hollywood. I took the chance to score some cute succulents for this project and drove them back to the desert. At the nursery, we also smell what a real rose should smell like! So captivating! If you ever start a rose garden, please plant some "Star Roses"—because that's probably where L'occitane got its inspiration for its lovely and addictive "Roses des 4 Reines" range.

Have to take a picture to remember this especially fragrant species

The whiter one in the far back, that is a desert rose, had to bid goodbye while the 'tree-like' one in the foreground lost quite a few leaves because it's sooo fragile.

So happily we drove back and I only got to re-pot my buys after a while. Unfortunately, they did not survive well in the temporary plastic containers and one of them was sacrificed.........I'm sorry.

I had this gorgeous Heath Ceramics bowl that I scored while taking the mosaic class. It has a slight crack on the bottom that makes it not suitable for food so I've planned to use it for planting. Finally, my dream came true~

It's funny the soil stuck together when I try to remove them from the temporary plastic container. For the others that weren't, it has so hard not to destroy/hurt the plant while transplanting.Monsieur Gnome has a new home as his previous home was destroyed by natural catastrophe and human negligence.

Mine looks nowhere as perfect as my inspirations. I haven't got much time recently due to work commitments to get some pretty stones to lay on the soil surface. But the focus now is to make sure the plants are growing healthily and getting accustomed to their new home. I left plenty of wide open space for them to spread their roots and multiply! Hopefully 'Tres' grows more leaves, 'Cocoa' manages to stand up right soon and 'Webby' continues to flourish!

Someone tie me up in all that pretty lace please.

I don't know why I do things to hurt myself.

For example, I go to the Prada website because I have itchy fingers. Only to fall in love with more of their shoes, bags and everything that's lovely.

I have to admit, I've never been a big fan of LACE. Anything lacy is just deemed too girlie for me and I always scoff at my girlfriends when they always manage to pick out the laciest top from the rack. And it's even worse when it's pink.

But look at the above photography. How can I NOT love it when presented in such inspiring and beautiful creations?
Not to mention, when Danielle was here a while ago, we were window-shopping along the boutique lanes of high-end fashion powerhouses. I saw the above Prada rectangular bowler bag (but in black/grey/white) displayed in the meticulously polished window, lovingly calling out my name. The spotlight only enhanced its magnificent craftsmanship and intricate details that brought on its price tag of an estimated 2000USD.

If only I didn't have to co-pay that stupid working visa, I could be cuddling this bag to sleep tonight!

Lace. This 4-letter word have rarely crossed my mind, or the lines of acceptance. Until recent years, since the neo-revival of its application in modern design, particularly in all those re-interpretation of classic creations. The rise of my interest with lace started with those modern baroque style found in furniture that are oh-so-cool, especially or only when they are in noir.

Like the 2003 Maarten Baas for Moooi Smoke Chair and matching chandelier. No, it's not laced up at all, but it does start to make me like designs that are highly ornate and extravagant in style. I used to be a Scandinavian/Swedish

I remember my then-bf and I swooning over it so much. We said we were going to get it for our future home, be it together or not. I'll make sure to send him a notification email when I get it before he does.
Remember my 2007 Annual X'mas Grassy Gift List (AXGGL)? Tsk tsk, not paying enough attention again. One of the things I listed was the Lace tape. In black. Because I still think white lace should only be reserved for granny, umbrellas or maybe sometimes, lightly, just a thin trim on a pair of panties.

Well, I'm a changed girl. Now I like my laces, but I do only take in light doses, one at a time (Prada items are exceptions).