I committed 7 deadly sins all within 24 hours.

In fact, I believe there were more. Deception. Guilt. Denial. And much more others I have yet to figure out. But phew, fortunately(or rather, unfortunately) there are only 7 sins… And that clumsiness and forgetfulness are not one of them.

Yet, I rediscovered the innocence within me that almost made me cry(uhm… don’t laugh when you know what it is!) in that span, too.

It has been a roller-coaster ride for me for the past 2 days, and I am just glad to have a peaceful day of rest, tying up loose ends, and perhaps a day of housekeeping which I have been putting off for the longest time(laundry! Mopping! Bedsheets! Sink! Tub! Keep the clothes in the wardrobe!)…

It was an interesting Wednesday, of every element, and a diversion of the usual pace we had set ourselves into for the past weeks.

Here, it is.

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Luxuria

Lust.

Gee, does this really have to be first on the list?

Might as well as it was what kickstarted the day for me.

It wasn’t quite expected, though it made the start of the day all the more sweeter, with the raging remnants of the liaison still seeping down my neck, and sending signals to every nerve in my body as I reminisce the sweet escape.

Which reminded me of the time… during World Cup, of that Italy match.

When I was… 4 months gone.

And tsk. This is only like the 2nd time, ever.. what?! Unlike most of the others I know who had rattled off different places they had did the mumbo-jumbo. It must be some sort of high to be in semi-state of undressed out in the openness that did it for most people… or for some other reasons I know not of.

But oh yes, outdoor naughtiness is my thang, and oh yes.. the thrill.. oh yes…

Okay, the mental images have been played in my minds, and thus, details shall stop here.

But a change from a ride on a park bench would be nice.

***

Damn, did I really write what I wrote? Man, I really sound lusty.

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Ira

Wrath.

I had sensed something would be very wrong to the day, and I had dreaded the start of it.

I was one angry person yesterday. Very. I am starting to wonder if I have anger management issue.

I do not like to be misunderstood, and I didn’t stand up for myself either.

Despite assurances from people around me that told me that there shouldn’t be any problems and things will go okay, I knew right from the start that it wouldn’t.

I still harboured the slightest hopes that people could see the plain truth, and not the distorted tales.

Alas, it wasn’t meant to be, and as I walked away, I felt a great deal of anger within me, not only for myself, but also for the people involved.

I didn’t even feel like speaking nor talking about them anymore because it just eats me away cos there is nothing I could do about it. Maybe there are things I could, but I chose not to.

And that would just give them the reaffirmation that I am just being a wimp and that I am guilty.

You know, hands on heart, from a person who is always uncertain, I am very certain this time that I did no wrong.

I wanted to curse, but I didn’t and couldn’t.

But what was scary was the heavy, suppressed heart, that you know is the very work of wrath, and you could just explode anytime.

I clenched my teeth, and felt that rush of blood to the head.

It was anger no doubt.

I should never allow myself to feel that angry.

So angry that the only response I could give is silence. Or an occasional wry smile, as I tried hard to swallow my pride, and tears.

I feel that is even much more dangerous than any form of anger I know of.

It made me a grouchy person whenever I was left alone to think of the episodes that led up to this.

But thankfully, yesterday jam-packedness very successfully took my mind off lotsa stuff.

Except when it was time to meet the guys for dinner, and I was mega-ly pissed off when they were late(5 minutes = 45 minutes. Fuck you, Roy! And no, you response was not funny and it made me more pissed only), and I was left to go round and round the malls by myself and being preyed by those youths who tried to ‘sweet-talk’ 30 bucks of donation out of me.

So my mood for dinner was a little screwed. And I just didn’t want to answer any of their calls.

And oh, about the donation.

It is like, hello? Screw you. Yes, I can donate that 10 bucks(oh, they told me minimum is 10 bucks only when I whipped out my wallet to take out some change), and just want to be sure it goes to an organisation(I stopped to listen because the foundation is for children) I can reckon with, and yes, I might look a little more well-dressed but that doesn’t mean I am rich cos it may well mean I am living on credit and struggling with my finances(I will be fucking glad to bring home more than 1500 a month, thank you). And so, don’t just because I decide to part with 10 bucks, you come pestering me for another 20 bucks(“Hi Miss! What is the minimum withdrawal from the ATM? 20 bucks right?” Screw you! My UOB’s minimum is 10 bucks, and sorry, I don’t have 10 bucks in my account right now anyway, if only I said it in their faces).

They would make very good salesperson really. But yet, the irritating kind that I absolutely loathe. But on normal days I would actually find them nice and funny.

I was a very, very grounchy person.

It eats away my patience too.

***

Oh gee, I really do sound angry as I recounted the episodes yesterday.

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Had a meeting yesterday morning, and in my rush, I had forgotten my handphone.

Since it would be that busy a day, I needed my phone with me, and had sought the help of my wonderful Daddy.

He had mixed up the place, and went to River Valley instead of Blair Road.

Not only he brought me the phone and the helmet, he was so great that he sent me down to Ang Mo Kio Mediacorp Publishing(I had thought it was the Caldecott Hill one where I could go take picture with Cruz Teng, you know? Get well soon, my King), where I was supposed to go for a shoot.

I was slightly late as I couldn’t find the place, and had wanted to look for a friend I haven’t seen for a while but he was on MC.

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Invidia

Envy.

Of course, when you step into the studio, and see pretty girls all made up and such, you would feel alittle inferior whilst sitting there with a makeup-less face.

That was Jesseaca Liu in red, and the partner of my shoot, Zarelda in tube-top.

And then, you see people do what they enjoy doing, and you see the flamboyance of people who are good at what they do, and living life every so positively… Like Jesseaca’s makeup artist, who litted up my day with the jokes he cracked, and his brilliant views on sex and men. He doesn’t look his age, really.

And then, you sat there, observing, envying.

And then you saw the wedding gown, and you sat there envying. Pretty, you thought.

You hear about others’ jobs and then you envy.

And then, the shoot location was at a pretty cafe tucked away nicely in the National Museum.

And then, you envy how the young siblings are actually doing things you have always wanted to do.

And then, you envy.

Though I know this doesn’t fit the extreme definition of “those who commit the sin of Envy desire something that someone else has which they perceive themselves as lacking. Dante defined this as ‘love of one’s own good perverted to a desire to deprive other men of theirs’”, it was just a part of me wishing to get where they are, someday.

I guess to me, envy just eats away part of my self-esteem cos I know I can never be good enough.

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Superbia

Pride.

Oh. The most original and deadly sin. *Giggles* Vanity and Narcissism are prime examples of this Sin.

Plenty of it in this entry! Whee!

When I arrived at Mediacorp Publishing, I was a plain jane until the makeup artist did her magic.

This shoot happened because of a very nice Pamela, who had asked me to do a previous swimsuit(it was for mothers, nothing like what you think!) shoot but I had a prior engagement back then.

It was the first time I met Pamela, and she is such a gregarious lady that it was infectious. There is just so much positive vibes about her and she has a pair of 6-years-old boy twins! Lovely, lovely lady.

After my make-up was done, it was then time to get my hair done.

The hair-stylist decided to give me curls and waves, and set my hair, so that she would take it off on-site.

I ended up looking totally silly with a head of curlers, which I kinda like… gives a very 60s feel, you see.

We then promptly left the studio, not before I took pictures with this fabulous, funny chap, and I know not of his name. The only thing I know is, he is of my age, that’s all! And that he was involved with Jesseaca’s shoot for I-weekly(I read that every week since I was like 5!).

There was Sandra, my wardrobe stylist and art-director for the day, who also copes with an obsession for Hello Kitty! She is French, and has a incredible sense of humour and I absolutely adore her!

We bade goodbye to the team before we left for the Museum, and this is pretty Zarelda, who is a drama-teacher, and who is brilliantly of AWARE(you go, girl).

Gee, and I reacted with ignorance when she asked if I had heard of Women for Action, and I just couldn’t remember where and when I came across it.

I think we really should give more time and attention to such meaningful social causes around us.

It was funny when Roy and Brian saw her picture, they kept saying she looked familiar, but she wasn’t anyone they know.

Mindy casually took the camera over, and then said, “Oh, she was from my JC.”. What can I say, world is indeed small.

Sandra, Zarelda, my makeup artist(oh dear, I forgot her name, though she was really nice and I love her makeup skills!) and me then took a cab ride down to Museum from Ang Mo Kio, whilst the hairstylist drove her way there.

Alas, she called to say her car had stalled due to lack of petrol and she wouldn’t be able to make it until much later.

And with nothing on us, they could only let me wait for her arrival, with the heads of curlers, no less.

When was the last time you went to the museum?

It seems like it has been a week for me to revisit those memorable, nostagic places.

The museum has changed so much.

Our wardrobe for the day.

I took the time to explore the place, and I totally adored its deco.

Novus cafe is etched in a corner of the museum, and it is a cosy place to hang out and chill. Totally love it!

With the pretty desserts littered enticingly at the display counter, it is hard not to fall in love with such an exquisite little place.

Especially the large, long table near the bar.

The PR consultant struck me as awfully familiar, and it was after she left before I remembered her as Adrenalynne, who used to be a newscaster. It wasn’t quite the first time we crossed paths, cos I believe I have seen her before when I was always lurking around Hwachong many years ago, but it is just that it is a stranger face you recognise…

Life is quaint like such, so many faces would have crossed us all, but we would never know..

Joel, our photographer, who reminded me so much of Tetanus.

Zareldo all set and ready to go!

I love her jacket. Love it!

Everyone in action.

The wait eventually got a little too long, and the makeup artist tried to get my hair done for me with the little things she had with her.

I had loud, bouncy curls, which I kinda adore, though the fringe needed a little managing.

I joked that I looked like Mamasan.

Pretty curls! It is a shame that my curls no longer stay that way!

With no hair spray, my hair didn’t quite stay up the way it should, and it went limp right after my first shot was done.

Then I had a change of makeup for the 2nd scene, which was supposed to be funky for the night.

My hairstylist finally reached, and did my hair in a different way.

No more curls.

Novus have 3 different areas to sit in, the outdoor area, the indoors, and the corridor along the museum, where it was bright and the expanse of it, is liberating.

Too bad I was in the borrowed dress so I couldn’t sit on the beanbag. Heh.

Instead of funky, I thought I look tai-tai-ish. Must be the curlers.

Heh.

I love the makeup she did for me. Not too over the top, and neither was it too bland.

Finally it was a wrap after I had climbed up to sit on the bar. And it was plenty of fun.

The best thing of all is, you could meet so many inspiring, gorgeous, and absolutely kind people all in a day.

Sandra, Zarelda, and me.

With that, I bade them goodbye, where I walked over to Swissotel, where I indulged in yet another cardinal sin.

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Gula

Gluttony.

I know not why, but I had always liked the idea of going for a nice dinner, be dazzled by the pretty lights, and just chill.

It was something I love to do with the ex, and uppety-class food and dining experience is something I like to do once in a blue moon.

And to wind down after finishing some recent projects, and to relieve the stress from all those things that have been going on… and of course, to thank some people who had helped us along the way, I suggested to do a very nice dinner.

Which I had eliminated places like Fosters, The Scarlet Hotel, The Ember, Fort Canning, Labrador Park… before Brian’s “I don’t mind Equinox actually..” that finally did it for the lazy planner here.

So, off to Equinox we went last evening, where we didn’t manage to get a window seat.

Still, it was pretty.

It was great change of pace.

They thought I had dressed up nicely for it, until they saw the flip-flops and denim under the table.

You see, my hair was done up and I was all made up. Muahaha.

I love bread. I love bread. I love bread. I love bread. I love bread. I love bread. Don’t tell me they are nothing but carbos. It doesn’t work on me. I love bread!

In fact, I had tried every single type of bread in the bread basket. Actually.. I forgot to ask if they do refills.

I love the sweet, cheesy ones.

It was then the appetizer was served. Some crabby thingy. We had tried to convince Roy that all dishes contained prawns since he is allergic to prawns.

Roy. When the sky was still bright.

It wasn’t that it wsn’t nice, but I believe we had just spoke of work and it just got me sulking.

Sky getting darker, gradually.

Our favourite dish was served! Foie Gras!

Roy had the audacity to ask me, “Foie Gras got cholestrol one meh?”

!!!!!

Mindy with hers. Hers is heart-shaped. Unfair!
Me with mine.

I am hungry now. Gee.

The steak which was nothing to shout about.

Desserts!

Yummy!

With my credit card, we had 70 over bucks of discount.

Yes, we were all very casual. Heh. Considering the fact that I was wearing flip-flops.. the best dressed award of the night went to Brian, who even turned up in dress-shoes.

Roy and me.

The BRATS!

The two chaps in my life who look monkeyish in this picture… who can be quite lovely, when I don’t feel like stabbing them with the steak knife.

This picture reminds me of Moulin Rouge, no idea why.

After a loooonnnggg time, the lighting test could only manage this at best:

But just a shame Brian moved. Can’t you sit still for once?

We took a while to watch the night view, before we had to rush off.

And because of that rush, I only manage to take this picture, which would have been nice if given the chance to remedy.

Bleah!

Ahh…. *burp*

Nice dinner.

***

Next up, was the gala premiere of Transformers, my childhood heroes.

It kicked ass!

I totally adored it and it was just.. so amazing.

You know, I had tears welling up cos I was so excited to relive that childhood of mine.

I sat right at the front row, where there was only me and FF.

Sorry babe, I know you were really bored.

I didn’t think the movie would be my cup of tea, but thanks to Uncle Roy for the invite, and it was fantabulous.

I love it!

My childhood hero was Optimus Prime(in Roy’s words, “Whose wasnt?”), and I was just giggling like I saw some cute little puppy or baby when I saw those Autobots transforming.

It was quite a funny movie, and I don’t know why it just got me so excited.

I loved Transformers as a kid though I couldn’t understand what was really going on.

It is good to finally know, and putting stories to the ‘faces’.

We all talked animatedly and excitedly post-show, that we even thought of the possibility of our phones becoming one of them since they had asked of us to deposit our belongings prior to the show.

We were even slightly disappointed that they didn’t have bikes transforming!

Roy, Brian and I went on to Swensen’s to talk about some of the directions we are heading, and then it got a bit heavy.

But it was some long nice talks with Roy.

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Avaritia

Greed.

Not exactly.

But when someone had offered to pay for my cab fare home, I ‘cheap-ly’ accepted the terms and conditions to sit through a long night of planning.

I went on to Jalan Kayu to sit down to vet through some sales letter, and then spent hours talking about the points and highlights I need to put down, as well as justifying the strategies which I deem are right, and a must.

All these, just for the cab fare, despite I was all tired, and defeated.

Sigh.

What can I say?

Greed.

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Acedia

Sloth.

I only woke up at 4pm today.

And it was one of the most fulfilling sleeps I had in a long while.

9 hours of undisturbed, no toilet-breaks, no interruptions, no time-checks sleep.

It was a nice wrap.

Though now, I shall not indulge too much in Sloth, but to move my fat ass to do some cleaning up.

Thanks guys, it was a great night.