Did I mention this is my 2000th post as wordpress kindly reminded me through its dashboard.
And revisiting a past that never made its way here seems inappropriate. But then it is just a number (like age is… yeah, right!), and I didn’t find out about it beforehand or I would get some nude shots taken professionally and beg sponsors for lavish giveaways to celebrate this occasion… not.
I found this in my drafts and realised I had put this post right under a thick coat of dust for more than 2 years.
You can’t get more procrastinator than this.
The rush of feelings hit you real hard when you realise how many things, and people had changed in that 2 years, myself included.
The hesitance of mine to post it up because some of the relationships had passed, friendship hadn’t survived but yet some new ones were forged along the way and some strengthen over time.
It could be painful reminder actually, because one thing about pictures, they do things to me. They freeze the moments for me. Not just a pictorial moment, but it will trigger the exact emotions I went through at that very moment, and evoke every bit of the sentiments you were going through during that phase of your life.
Just like what some songs do to me.
That is the reason why I enjoy taking pictures (okay, self camwhore shots not included!), because moments pass us too fast, too furious, and there are some things I don’t want to forget, and some painful reminders I shouldn’t allow myself to forget.
I used to shun pictures of ex-boyfriends (in prints, those days), nowadays I try to see how much I can dig up and my efforts can make an archeologist proud.
There is something selfishly/sadomasochisticly gratifying when you can look at some of those stuff and smile and instead of cringing in disgust (with a tinge of shame or pain), because you realise you have grown.
Yes, despite some of the painful parts, you came through it and bear no ill feelings, and you recognise it as a growing phase, and that you will not make the same mistakes as before, and you found the ultimate closure of indifference.
And boy, how much have we all grown since then.
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Yes, some of the drafts I have found are surfacing, laughs.
Some, I figured, are there because of sheer laziness, some, are there because I was afraid of being judged, because there are some things people just like to sneer at.
I contemplated with completing them and insert them into the Jan 2010 archives but then I think it brought forth new feelings and decided to write them as I feel about them right now..
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It’s fast isn’t it? The long holiday season with expanded weekends is soon to be over with a fresh week starting on a brand, new year.
2009 is officially history, people!
Caryn and I at Newton Circus Hawker Centre. One of my favourite girls. I remember when this picture was taken, we were still a little unfamiliar with each other, but then there was a time when we started talking much, much more, and she’s like the sweetest thing possible and I wish her nothing but the best..
And yes, that was me with my pre-poling days arms.
Our dinner before going over to Swissotel for countdown. I haggled with the Newton hawker stall uncle and joked that since it’s New Year’s Eve he should give us a discount. He did. And he gave us free rice. And since then, everytime I return to Newton, I will make sure I look for him.
It was a mad rush to Swissotel because there were absolutely no parking slots and I remember we were almost half-jogging our ways so we didn’t miss the countdown.
I was wearing stilettos boots that evening. Not funny.
Isn’t it funny how you probably don’t remember details like these until you see the pictures and memories come flooding back again?
I remember saying I wouldn’t want my new year’s eve dinner any other way.
Our first meeting with the pretty Meifong. And now, she is well-taken care of by Robin whom I played mahjong with last night. HAHAHA
The crazy ass people out on the streets after the countdown, I was just thankful I wasn’t part of it, and the idea actually scares me to be in a swarm of people. 2 years later, safely tucked inside my duvet for the countdown of 2012, I wonder if I am already way beyond my youth.
Yah as you now realise it is just lumps and lumps of pictures….
Still feel strange to just post pictures with no commentary…
Fireworks! Wheeeeeeeeee!
Quite proud of my camera to capture it so prettily.
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Christmas Eve with carol singing with Eddie, Caryn, Andy and Evelyn joining us in 2009.
HAHAHA Minibean’s mushroom pom pom hair.
Christmas is different with friends… and I really enjoyed it.
Minibean playing tug-o-war with Cookie.
The Christmas fare I would LOVE to have.
The loads of presents under the Christmas tree.
What was more awesome was Ian brought back my Victoria Secrets loots for me.. and now, he has graduated from NYU already. Gosh. Time really passes by swiftly.
In my archive was this picture that shows one of the top that came (with my favourite Balenciaga bag which suffered a great deal in its lifetime after being coloured by Minibean with a lipstick! Thankfully my favourite colour is red and not god forbid, cream or something):
And then it was presents-opening time!
Such speakers are amazing!
All the stars glued to my very sticky legs.
My loot for 2009.
Yes, she always gets THAT many gifts!
Her very expensive swimsuit.
See who is the happiest? A change of clothes cos she had some… pee pee accident!
And I changed because I was trying on my VS loots haha.
This was a gift from a male to a male.. ahem. It says something about loving you forever or something like this. There’s nothing wrong to it, but it is something wrong when it’s Andy and Eddie in question!
Me and Caryn!
Apt gift to a compulsive gambler!
Christmas day came and it was a cookout session at James’.
The chefs shopping for the feast.
My nose wouldn’t stop leaking!!
Sexy huh. Stuffing a tampon up my nose.
I just sit around or else I would infect everyone with my gems and achoos.
Nose and eyes already swollen and the toilet roll dropped a few dress sizes.
My pressies from Cheyenne!
I love the mascara cos it vibrates HAHAHA.
The great chef at work!
Now you see them.
Now you don’t!
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Guess who was trying to snatch the thrill of ripping the wrapping apart from me?
A gift from my then-boss. I think its an awesome gift 
With my fear for all things cream, this is something I have yet to utilise after 2 years..
I am allergic to nickel, which means anything less than gold or platinum wouldn’t make the cut (cough, snob, cough). Very thankful to have a pair of earrings that solve the problem for me!
Very cuteeeeeeee… but gifts like this make me have no idea what to do with them, but feel bad about regifting! So it sits prettily in a box to be.. admired.
In 2009 Christmas, love was translated as above. To me, the book White Tiger was a farewell cum Christmas gift from Dawn, and it was really, really heartwarming. I hadn’t gotten down to reading the book, and it is now sitting on my bedroom floor because I had wanted to read it over the weekend.. yes, this weekend in 2012!
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My last day in Microsoft. With December drawing to a close, I saw the conclusion of my stint with Microsoft and it coincided with the Christmas party celebration since I had leave to clear.
This was what I received when I joined them, and I kept it till the very last day…
Some of the most amazing people in ways I can never…. well, let’s just say my gratefulness is not something I can ever verbalise or express the way I would like to to them…
Sitting next to this man is a major distraction. Hahaha.
My boss who gave me an opportunity and is the funniest and most driven man around.
And this man, is someone very special who acted some sort of my mentor, though he was never technically my boss. But he was someone who made me learn the most in Microsoft, and thank you Ian.
She’s now a fabulous mummy herself!
Without her, my life in MS would be so miserable because she mothers everyone and is such a joy to have around. Everyone in MS is as fabulous as it comes.
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Suddenly realise how revisiting the past isn’t as easy as I expected it to be.. and it isn’t as meaningless as it is. Kinda reflective. But of course.. to most, it is just another post with out-dated pictures…
To me, it was a part of my life which came, and gone.
