Archive for June, 2010

Vivi e lascia vivere

June 24th, 2010 by admin

I think it is quite an irony (or in some ways, self-explanatory) with me resurfacing from my deep dive down away from this space, especially after my last post (and my earlier proclamation of wanting to revive this space)

Into the half-time of what could well be the Italian’s final match in this tournament, the highlight for me was Pirlo’s and Buffon’s woeful, rueful, albeit beautiful faces as they watched on with Italy trailing (deserving-ly from their lacklustre play, scattered play, lack of passion passes, aimless chases down the field).

Nonetheless, I STILL LOVE YOU AZZURRI! In 4 years’ time even if you are not in the finals, please have plenty of more revealing undies shots!

Of course, I am kidding. Not to say I am not disappointed when it comes to the football sense, cos I am really expecting much more from them. But if there is one thing I learn from this year’s World Cup, is to expect the unexpected.

Most people find it boring, but on the contrary, I find it more entertaining with all the drama, heartbroken-ness, and the revelation of the beauty of the game.. the fighting and never-say-die spirit in some of the underdogs who proved themselves worthy in this tournament, unlike some of the bigger names, which are only capable of finger pointing, shifting blames (maybe cos they haven’t been allowed beer! cos they were denied sex and the chance to cheat! the pitch is awful! cos of the more games in league! blarblarblar.. though given, I believe the Jabulani is part of the reason of less glorious plays).

You see, many of these lesser known team players, when up against bigger teams are giving their all for this moment. Perhaps, all their lives, this is what they had waited for, to shine, to do the impossible, and that, is enough to them all, and the pure, unadulterated joy on their faces, are different from those big team players whose over-inflated egos had prompted them to take everything for granted.

Like North Korea, they didn’t give up the fight, and honestly, besides worrying for their safety hereon forth, I am also impressed how they went out with dignity cos they never gave up, and never resorted to dirty play.

And on the flip side, England, whom I always say I would not support, earned it from me for the previous match, not because I believe in them, but because I believe in Capello, the Italian coach with so much passion (honestly, since he isn’t English, he could have panicked and hands off, but from the way he handled it and stick to his principles with everything gracefully settled without letting the outside voices of those-who-think-they-can-be-managers and the annoying voice of John Terry), and I just couldn’t bear to see him bearing the blame to England’s incompetency.

Am I still hoping for a miracle for Italy? Yes definitely. Though slim, but then, that’s what you do for teams you believe in. (You England supporters have not much to laugh at Italy about! Ahem!)

OMG, they just put Pirlo into the game. THEY ARE DESPERATE. But let’s see what kind of majestic-ity he can bring into the game, and inject into Italy. Some gelling will be awesome, even if they cannot advance, at least… let us witness some of the magic of Italain flair.

So, now you see why I haven’t been writing much here, I am no longer youthful, and days of watching 3 matches a night is no longer something my body can cope with, especially with someone else taking up most of my attention and energy.

More about that some other time, but there is more hands on with the little mite these days, and it is nothing short of challenging, yet filled with ample joy.

Imagine watching football with her “MUMMY LOOK! THE BALL GO INTO THE NET ALREADYYYYYYYYYYY!“, which is sometimes her cheeky ruse to see me go into a panic to see what I had missed.

Do that again, and you might see Mummy’s frail heart fail to deal with the false alarms.

She is now beside me flipping through a MIO TV guide and showed me a picture of the world cup players and excitedly say “MUMMY IS THIS THE FOOTBALL?” Well, she meant the football players, but babytalk is cute like such, and I am proud of her to recognise some of the players!

She is also now probing me why am I typing and not watching the football tv, which is opened in another browser of mine.

(Avoiding heartbreak, darling! But I still believe!)

Other than that, some of the more important things are happening this month on top of the other things happening for people around me, and thus, explains why I seldom even have me-time to myself to update this space.

Then the unfortch incident of a lengthy migraine which crippled me for a few days last week… made me incapable of updating on my virgin yoga experience. Which is ironic since it was the yoga experience that brought on the lengthy, uncomfortable ailment.

I do miss the me-time lots. And the freedom to update this space when I feel like it (see lah, before this got time to update but lazy to, now no time, keep wanting to!).

So with all my CSIs, Glee (yawns), Gossip Girl (sniffs), and blarblarblar out of the way… there is now Miss Minibean.

And now I am also indulging in some tennis action (which is drawing protest from Minibean because she is insisting she wants to see football but she was flipping a catalog to a page of Roger Federer without a racket and asked me if it was tennis.. she’s so clever :D ), to see the epic match between John Isner and Nicolas Mahut.

The raunchy thing is, when I first read about the news, all I can think of is having a threesome with the both of them hahahahahaha. Stamina damn good can?

And… now as I am watching them serve with so much passion and angst and the grunts.. gosh, the mental image is so vivid that Minibean shouldn’t be in the same room as me.

I am rooting for Isner. Giggles.

Tennis is a game with so much love.. :D

And yes, as you can see I am so distracted now with everything, and it is a miracle I can churn this out! I shall be back if I have some more me-time today and write about Bikram, Minibean, and a little on myself!

Arrivederci!

(which is probably what I am saying to my poor Italian boys too, but fret not, having had various such heartbreak for the past World Cups.. I will survive!)

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2010 – La Ragione

June 15th, 2010 by admin

La Ragione, which translate to “The reason” in English.

Strange how 2006 was the year I picked up Italian, coincidentally prior to the World Cup, and 4 years later is when I revisit the language, both having zilch association to the World Cup.

In 2006, I believe most of us ladies had our hearts (and panties, may I add) on Italia for that adrenalin-pumping, breath-taking, hormones-explosive, lips-biting, panties wetting series of gorgeous, gorgeous pictures.

Yes, I was preggo, BUT it still made me damn hot under the collar and having damn kinky fantasies and images a preggo not supposed to have (I hope it has nothing to do with why Minibean had lifted my skirt, and insisted at peeking at my boobies which had me calling her a “Miniperv” today).

Wait, if you are telling me you have never seen it, it is time for you land and park your space shuttle, and get your ass back to planet earth, stare at those pictures and feel the shudders down your spine.

And if you are a chap reading this now, you can either go one corner and cower in shame with these fine, exquisite forms staring back at you, or you can kindly come out of the closets now. I don’t judge, promise! I am only too happy to share the fantasies of what you are mentally doing to them.

Let’s take a look at the 2006 reason to back Italy for the World Cup win:

Oh God.

Be still, my heart, be still.

Let’s look at it again.

Yes, it is 4 years old but it still speeds up my heart the same it had.

Gasp. *fans self*

Someone get me into the cold shower.

Okay, fine. Someone said Italy’s team is getting old and this is very unlikely to be their year, and sigh, as the match between Italy and Paraguay – OKAY THIS IS BLOODY FREAKY COS I WAS GOING TO TYPE THEY ARE TRAILING BY A GOAL BUT AS I POSTED THE PICTURE, ITALY LEVELLED! OMG OMG OMG! RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT! THE PICTURE IS A CHARM LAH! – is going under way and supposedly to be trailing by a goal, which Italy has just beautifully levelled, just as I am mesmerised by the 2006 picture.

And let me get on with the post and maybe with more pictures, Italy might just score as I write on? Ahem.

So we all know how unlikely it is for Italy to continue their reign this year with the age issue and the rise of the other teams, but still, my soft spot for them means that by default I would still have my heart on their side.

And the 2006 series prompted me to ponder if there are any…. 2010 surprises, so that I could wave my panties their way or something.

I wasn’t disappointed. Giggles.

And now, the 2010 reason for us to have our hearts on the Italian team… may I present to you..

The 2010 Italian football team (well, some of them, that is, but good enough representation).

Before we do so… please be warned. Seat yourselves down, cos I have to do so when my blood pressure soared and I was hyperventilating, thinking I might just die and go to heaven.

So. Be prepared.

And let’s see what the Azzurri are made of:

Be. Still. My. Frantic. Frantic. Heart.

I. CANNOT. BREATHE.

Let’s take a closer look. Of my favourite.

I need a ventilator. Any later I might need a pair of shock paddles.

Claudio Marchisio.

Hubba hubba!

And those eyes.. gosh. The smoldering looks.

WHO CAN RESIST TELL ME? DRIPPING SEX APPEAL FROM EVERY PORE OF THEIRS MAN!

And if you need a better reason, lil’ perv here was browsing through the behind the scenes pictures and saw this….

… Giggles, so shy! Blushing! And of course, of all the reasons.. nothing beats the fact that there is beautiful footballers to be watched!

And since I am not preggo this year, it doesn’t feel wrong for me to have naughty images!

Can you imagine them spewing hot, sexy, melodious Italian to you with those piercing blue eyes stripping you?!

GO AZZURRI!!!!!!! GO ITALIA!!! Despite a draw, we still love you!

If you still have the heart not to love them, I believe you are either a very jealous guy cowering in your inferiority complex, or that, you are not made of flesh and blood.

Tsk, of course I am bias. One very important lesson in life – Do not defy the hormones as sometimes, you know, I just can’t help myself.

(I hate to admit this, but I am grinning to myself and giggling like a silly school girl as I braved through this post! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE.)

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Foggiare’s first

June 14th, 2010 by admin

I remember it was not too long ago when I first knew Jo, and was struck about how this young lass has such sheer passion for what she believes, and has her heart in what she does.

It was just a quiet start-up, and slowly, before we realise it, Foggiare has gained quite a major foothold in local blogshop scene.

Foggiare is also now in the running for Best E-Commerce blog for S’pore Blog Awards (Jo didn’t tell me that and I happen to chance upon it and thought it is great news to share!), and you can vote for Foggiare HERE.

And I must say this girl totally deserves the success :)

Now, a new milestone awaits with *drums roll*….

…. FOGGIARE’S FIRST MANUFACTURED COLLECTION!

So exciting! To be able to put her sense of style and creativity to physical form! And with her collections thus far, the pieces she had chosen make me feel that her taste can be absolutely trusted.

Of course, style is subjective, but to me, I definitely see plenty of things I like in her collections which are just oh-so perfect for casual days out, chasing after Minibean in or for the simple, presentable work gear for formal wear.

So when she shared excitedly about her new collection, I was keen to see what she would put to form, and I can say I am not disappointed!

And what is in for the fashionistas out there will be plenty of gorgeousness in store, very very soon.

Meanwhile, here’s a sneak preview of what’s coming our way with Foggiare‘s very first full manufactured collection, while we wait with bated breath for its launch.

(Here’s when you mark the date on your calendar, put it down on a post it note or something if you are old-schooled like me, or there’s always the appointment setter on your mobiles!)

Foggiare’s manufactured collection will be coming your way on 16 June, Wednesday 9PM.

Told ya they look yummylicious! And here’s what I truly adore in the collection:

Satin Pleated Front Bustier Top in the style of BCBG in cupcake blue is so feminine!

Eyelet Cotton Skirt which comes in 5 colours!

Sweetheart Bustier Heart Button Top in gunmetal.

White boyfriend jacket and the scallop hem dress look awesome for work days!

3 more days to go before the collection will be out on Foggiare, and take time to make the difficult decision of which colours to choose. Grab them before stocks run out :)

Time to unleash the shopaholic in you and may you all look pretty in your new frocks (which I believe you guys will!).

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Her smile

June 13th, 2010 by admin

Something doesn’t feel quite right.

I think it has something to do with the fact that I have yet to catch ANY footie action since the World Cup has started and my attempts to stream online were not as smooth as I had hoped.

A part of me is so frustrated enough to want to succumb to those bloodsuckers and call those hotlines immediately to subscribe, but pride and rationality got the better of me.

I. SHALL. NOT. GIVE. IN.

And with the help with many other kind souls, England and USA might just happen for me. *beams*

I had planned for a simple, lovely night in with the spawn, because after her nap yesterday, I prepped her for the playground (damn, I should have prepped myself for the playground, those mozzies are lethal!), and as we walked hand in hand to the playground, I had a proposition to her.

Must test water a bit, so I put it across in the sweetest way possible.

“Baby, do you like to watch football?”

The answer surprised me.

Her little enthusiastic yell of  “YES! I LOVE FOOTBALL!” was one that was accompanied by a little dance of her own, before she continued what was told to her some time ago, but something she remembers…

“When I was a little baby inside your tummy, I watched football with you, YOU KNOW?”

Of course I know you silly, I was the one who told you about it.

As we strolled to the playground in the setting sun, I was beaming with pride and feeling all warm and fuzzy within.

When we were at the playground, she saw a ball in the middle, and she instinctively went up to give it a kick, and sent the curled ball a distance away.

If she’s a boy, I might have booked 2 tickets to Manchester and bring her up there immediately. Football camps and all. Like, seriously.

So thankfully, she isn’t, and I am here to stay, at least for a while.

A nice evening out at the playground:

I really appreciate time alone with her with no other people fighting over her attention and fighting for her love or fighting to love her.

It is almost a luxury when we can have serious time to bond and I can baby talk to her with childish banters until the cows come home since with the elders around, it is just a side hidden away.

It was a busy Friday evening with so many kids at the playground and Minibean insisted that I followed her through those courses.

Decided to bring her to the deserted playground nearby where a worn merry-go-round stood.

We laughed, we squealed.

I didn’t dare to join her cos I believe I might have made the entire structure collapse under my weight.

We had a great time before we returned to wash up a little before heading to Jurong Point to stock up on some snacks, as I had planned to watch the World Cup kicking off with the little mite!

We shopped for waffles, some bread for her (nothing sugary for this bundle of energy!), bubble tea for Mummy, raisins for her, ogled at this young, hot dad with 2 daughters.

She had wanted to start a pillow fight in the car and she ended up composing a song with her own lyrics out of nowhere, and I was worried she might end up like Marshall on How I Met Your Mother who sings (terribly) about everything.

Before I knew it, I wasn’t heading for home, but ended up in a long car ride that saw me heading to town meeting up with the bunch of guys and her initial shyness gave way to her mischief pretty soon.

So, plans for World Cup night in didn’t happen. Greasy supper at Carl’s Junior did.

Thanks to Shiki and Joly who shared the babysitting duty while I took a breather.

Which reminded me of how Suki (Minibean’s godma) met Minibean on her recent trip to Singapore on Thursday, and for the past few times, she had declared how badly she wants a baby, and on Thursday, her hands were in the air that she would rather have a cabbage or something and at least it could be sold for money and doesn’t need much energy to keep up with. Laughs.

Minibean has killed some more maternal instinct. Why am I not surprised?

Headed to Beach Road while I bumped into Liangwei, my secondary school mate whom I recently resumed contact with before making my way home.

Coaxed the little one to take her medication enthusiastically, and parenthood should be considered as an elaborated artform which demands plenty of creativity.

Woke up this morning when the sun seeped in and saw how the rays were falling on her.

Have this habit of waking up every hour to check on her when she sleeps. Be it be if her socks fall off, did she kick her blanket, was she crushed by me, did she have a fever, was she having nightmare, was she too cold, or sometimes, simply prompted by the fear she might have fallen off the bed.

Which she did once when my instinct woke me up, and I caught her in time as she rolled towards the edge of the bed.

This kind of instinct has its pros and cons. Not healthy to have your heart and brain jolted awake like that.

So in one of my moments to check on her today, in that brief 5 minutes, I stared at how angelic she was, like a stalker.

I was pretty tired, so I was semi-conscious. So in my semi-consciousness, I actually searched for my camera before I dive right back under the duvet.

At the risk of sounding mushy. I am not sure the feeling of so much overwhelming joy and love could be possible. So I just wanted to capture the moment. And how she was glowing in the morning rays.. So angelic :)

The most amazing thing happened.

I stared at her for another couple of seconds, and she suddenly smiled in her sleep without opening her eyes.

WAH. EVEN IN HER DREAMS SHE KNOWS HOW TO POSE FOR THE CAMERA?!

Cos it was so sudden, I couldn’t get a clear picture of it, but it was just a beautiful moment which I have no words for.

I smiled too and looked on for a few more lingering seconds, before I closed my eyes as I gave her a cuddle. I believe I was so drowsy that I actually dozed off immediately.

Honestly I woke up not remembering much of how I woke up and searched for the camera, but I immediately checked the camera to make sure it did happen and not part of a dream.

And the pictures brought forth the feelings I felt in the mere minutes in the morning.

Love you very, very much, my precious.

***

Headed out for dinner with the chaps at Balmoral plaza for the cold crab and chicken macaroni.

The dumplings are pretty good, and so was the popiah. Apparently the soup was pretty awesome too, which was a surprise since the customers were few.

Since my introduction to a few chums to this place last week, this was the 3rd return in a week.

I am not thinking about my cholesterol level.

It was a place filled with memories.

As I was rattling off about World Cup, the boys were talking about the GSS and how they wanna head to Hugo Boss, Fendi and Kenzo for the sale. They even contemplated about braving Saturday evening traffic to go to Takashimaya (which I really told them to spare me from the shopping), and were whining when I talked about the World Cup.

Something is very off about the equation here.

Like I said, I don’t get men who don’t appreciate football, and a man who knows and appreciates football is incredibly, uber, sexy.

Thankfully more food and shopping didn’t take place and I had waffles at Waffle Town before making my way back home to end my Saturday night early so I could well, you know, sort out the streaming issue at hand.

Looking quite positive, though the down side is it is too late a match for Minibean to stay up with me to watch, and it would have mean so much more if we have watched it together.

Maybe I just miss how she was with me for every match in 2006, by my side, and her dependency was solely, on me.

Edit: I know how often I mention I don’t wish to see England go far cos of this tough love thingy and also because the hype that surrounds England, to me, is often overrated.

So I shall admit how I burst out laughing when I saw Green well, uh, green-lighted US of A’s goal and allow them to level England’s lead.

It was a moment of disbelief and utter hilarity when such a booboo was made, by England, no less, on such international platform.

Then you know, the green jokes started. Like US of A was looking for Green-er pastures and they found it in Green. Beckham face also become “face green green“.

When I tweeted how bad I felt, I still ended my sentence with a stifled laugh which I know was way too mean.

It was embarrassing. And calling it an embarrassment is an understatement.

Then, I saw the tweets that flooded twittersphere about Robert Green, and that’s when I can’t laugh anymore.

That poor, poor boy. I wish I can give him a nice cuddle and tell him everything is gonna be alright.

The way he held his head up high (though his outfit of green with green socks is horrid… ) during half time when he came off the pitch, after he had almost buried his face into the green green grass.

My heart goes out to him lah.

Honestly, it isn’t solely his fault for England’s inability to win this game cos they had their chances, but finishing was just… yikes.

Explains why I always thought England is over-rated. I did say I wasn’t rooting for England and I had thought it should be quite an easy victory for them to clinch.

In a way I am glad they didn’t clinch the victory, but yet, I am sadden by the fact it is at the expense of Green.

Honestly, if it was the asshole of John Terry or even Lampard who fucked up, I would be gloating damn loud.

And I think Green actually had me rooting for him and Team England. Alas, it was not meant to be, and I am really sorry that Green would be shouldering the bulk of it, cos well, there’s one thing about English fans.. they will always be looking for the sacrificial lamb to pile their wrath on.

Seriously, I wouldn’t let the devastated Green be alone tonight. Not by himself, nor with the sharks out there who are out to devour him.

Not in the Andres Escobar way I believe (and I HOPE), but when they wanna find excuses for themselves, Green would be a convenient one.

And who can forget how merciless, and scary those media sharks could be. They are on standby to eat him up alive.

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South Africa 2010

June 11th, 2010 by admin

Minibean is now napping. She had fell asleep with the Miu Miu as a pillow on the sofa as I scrubbed the floor and house clean.

Some time to myself and some peace. But nothing beats just watching her sleep, or having her in my arms as I carried her after I had finished the chores into the room.

I have plans with her tonight. A trip to the supermarket probably to stock up the groceries. Maybe the playground. Some footie action, deffo. She would need all the rest she gets. ;)

I have to admit that the World Cup hype got to me a little late this year, partially tainted by the bad taste in the mouth about the exorbitant rates to watch the matches on cable.

I subscribed it 4 years ago, and there is no way my principle would bow to the atrocity this year.

But as the matches kick off today, I could feel the glee and excitement building up. Where did the sudden surge of chemicals come from?

Perhaps that the Spain team I so love seems like they are finally the hot ones this year? Or that however unlikely Italy is gonna defend their title this year, I will still not be able to cut away the soul ties I have with anything Italian.

Or maybe, I am still hoping to see the drama England will bring to the pitch this year, and as much as I adore Capello, a part of me still very much like to witness their downfall, just like any other year. Don’t get me wrong, I grow up with English football, just the fact that they need some tough love.

Or maybe, reminiscing the past World Cup makes me terribly nostalgic and I could feel what seems like long long time ago.

In 1994, it was the June holidays. 4 days into the new school term, I came down with a bout of chicken pox, that saw me extending my school holidays for another 2 weeks, which means, another 2 weeks of football galore.

Since there was pretty much nothing to do, I stayed home and watch football with my mum. That year, it was when samba football charmed me. That year, it was when I was rooting for Mexico as well. They didn’t advance far, but watching Jorge Campos was a joy. That year, Brazil was the deserving champion.

It seems like watching football is one of the rare things I share with my mum.

She is gonna get to watch on the Malaysian channel, and I am sulking here for the bloodsuckers in the form of cable televisions.

Anyway.

I went back to school in a bright pink windbreaker that morning with a huge grin and even the morning assembly felt different with everyone so charged up with adrenalin.

In 1998. I had returned from London during the summer holidays, and I remember I used to have a Acer laptop which I never switched off just to be in touch with my friends on IRC.

I had a long ass cable that ran from my room to the hall for my modem.

Just before the final started, I remember being online with some friends who were staying up for the matches, and despite being such a big Brazil support 4 years before, it didn’t feel right. Everyone was just too confident with Brazil.

I quipped that everyone was taking the match for granted, and how everyone was expecting Brazil to at least humiliate France with 3 goals… that, who knows, France might win Brazil with 3-0.

My friend (I remember who you are okay!) said if it was 3-0 to France, he will “tok” (chop off. Where? Hmm…). He laughed so hard and so loud that I remember that he wasn’t laughing but was as loud as he said “FUCKKKK YOUUUUU SUEYYY CHUEWWWWW” when the match wrapped up with the France making everyone’s jaw drop.

He didn’t let go of that for a while, and I didn’t let him forget about it either. HAHAHA.

That was the year when balding guys became cool, cos of Zidane.

In 2002. I remember traveling around with then boyfriend to friends’ places, and how I swooned over a young Casillas.

Diploma classes were over and holidays beckoned.

It was when Spain’s and Italy’s potential (I swear, it was not just about Casillas or hot Italian men) made me root for them, and they didn’t get far.

It was when televisions start to become bigger, and going to whose place to watch depend heavily on how big the televisions were.

It was also the year that the World Cup was not as exciting for me personally since the teams I rooted for were ousted pretty early.. Perhaps cos it was almost like Brazil cruised to victory steadily.

It was the year that Asians took centre stage and felt their pride amplified by Korea and Japan.

It was also the year when the referee excites me more than the games.  Pierluigi Collina. That legend. Who is he? Do a search and you might recognise him immediately.

In 2006. The year I was 4 to 5 months pregnant. It was also around the time when I first felt Minibean’s kicks.

I have pondered about the coincidences since.

It was the year when the Italians finally broke through (to make up for the disappointment when Spain didn’t).

It was the year when just before one of the Italian match.. some kinky incident happened in a park. Hahahaha.

I met up with some friends later nearby the park to watch the match. It was a beautiful mansion. I remember when I jumped a bit too hard, or got a tad too over zealous, cursed a bit too much, Eugene would calm me down a little, cos well, very un-pregnant ladylike.

I remember jokingly I wanted to stand up and maybe Italy will score.

They did.

Then I stood up again hoping they would score again.

They did!

We hugged and jumped and hi-5s… and my screams were just, uhm, well, not very proper. Laughs.

During the final.. well, that’s the beauty of blogging, I don’t have to dig too deep into the memory bank.

2010.

I asked Minibean earlier if she wanna watch football with me tonight.

It could mean nothing to her, but it does mean something to me, cos I remember how she accompanied me through what was the best world cup for me, the 2006 one, with her kicks.

And since I am currently unemployed, I have noticed a pattern of how my time is always freed up during the World Cup season.

Not quite so this year with more of the focus gonna be on Minibean and how she is starting school soon (told ya many things changed quickly in this half a year!), so I probably have to apologise for my low energy as a Mummy in the coming month.

Still trying to figure out how to watch the later matches when coffeeshops or friends’ places are the only way to go.

So in 2014, I predicted that I will be jobless, or pregnant, or on MC, or on holidays to clear leave or.. maybe, I will be in Brazil. Heh.

Bring on the beautiful game, and may this year finally be Spain’s, and not England’s (I really think they don’t deserve it as much lah!).

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6 months

June 10th, 2010 by admin

Half a year of vague and sporadic updates, and so many missing pieces of puzzles in between.

Should I start from the beginning, or should I just start to recall whatever that comes to mind?

I think I always have this fear of missing out those thoughts that might have mattered.

The irresponsible site hosting of this site has been the main blogmojo killer. To the point that the only way to cut the frustration, is to make it irrelevant to me. The less love you put into it, the less it matters, and the less it will affect you when you need it as an outlet.

Then when I had backed up everything, and decided to start all over again…

… I was just ready to start from the beginning, the big crash of the desktop crippled me. May I add, badly.

I am surviving on my notebook with wireless, but yet it never feels the same as a desktop hooked up down-to-earthly to the modem by a cable. I am old-schooled, go ahead and judge me.

In fact, I seldom reply emails, or even go online like how I used to, and I can’t remember the last time I go on MSN besides the time when I was in the office.

Now when I get online on MSN, it feels a bit strange and I actually feel a tad out of touch and out of place.. and actually a tad shy to even start a conversation.

And er.. I actually feel the same way about writing in this space again as well.

Some bad habits were chopped with the gradual loss of interest with the internet.

Like, tweet flooding when I am nervous?

Like, ranting long, exhausting blog posts about my lackluster life.

I am now finally getting my bad habits back because I have decided to chuck my notebook underneath the table, and hook it to the big screen and rely on my keyboard and trusty mouse for the desktop “feel” I miss so much.

See, I am rambling non-stop now!

I still have my emo days, but they seem to be absorbed internally and praying seems to help. They come and go, and the most recent episodes have something to do with the fact that the recent news in the media are just too upsetting. With natural disasters claiming lives, human’s greed pushing people to do horrible things to fellow mankind, and corporation’s booboos causing great distress to nature.. it is like anything that can go wrong, are going wrong in the most absurd ways.

And plus with those raging hormones going haywire, you start to wonder if the end of the world is really coming before Minibean goes to primary school… and if the Marina Bay Sands’ ark on its building top would charge a seat for 1 billion euros and where in the hell can I get that fucking sum (that’s 2 billion euros for Minibean and I) of money in 2 years’ time.

Maybe I can start building an ark, and start charging others’ for it. Hmm….

See, I told you the hormones are doing funny things to what goes on in my head. And the imagination has not lost its flamboyancy.

This half a year has been.. well, life changing, and I wonder if words would ever capture the fabulous-ity of it all. It all lies in the tiny details, and what’s so amazing is, a knowing feeling that, I’m “there”. I am not totally satisfied with my life, I am still aiming for better, I am at peace with what I have, I am thrilled by what I have been doing, I am trying to appreciate everyone (and even those disguised as friends) in my life (though sometimes knowing some are just 2nd bests and I would probably have my self esteem intact without them, but still… ). And that.. everything is a choice, and some things I still lack the courage to do, I am still waiting till I have grown enough balls within me to take the plunge.

These couple of weeks been slightly crazy, and honestly for me to be able to sit in front of the monitor and have some time to write this, is quite.. liberating.

I have to give credits to summer. Yes. Summer. Where all CSI franchises wrapped up after some fantastic stories this season, Glee has finished its debut season (finally. I kinda lost interest halfway.. cos Rachel got too annoying for me), How I Met Your Mother withdrawal has kicked in, and Gossip Girl has went for a summer break too. So that pulled me away from the couch.

Of so many things I have set out to do this year, I can actually quite happily said there are only a couple of things left undone. So I had the majority completed. Awesome.

Maybe it explains why it still feels like I hardly have anytime to myself.

But hey, I get by, and that’s what is the most important, isn’t it?

Lemme go do some recollecting, and I could end this year without missing anything out on this space.

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Mission

June 3rd, 2010 by Scarlett Ting

Mission for June (after this week, that is):

REVIVE THIS SPACE.

… and fill it up with the memories bottled in my mind, which I have missed physicalising (yes yes, I know such word doesn’t exist) them into words.

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