Off and on, I go clubbing with my friends to let go some steam. It’s one of my many forms of entertainment, although I prefer KTV-ing more, or simply staying at home and watch anime.
After a long day of meetings, I met up with Peggy and her girls to go Avatar for the Stuff Gadget Girls Search 2012!
Peggy won the title last year, and if not mistaken, she was the ambassador for the search this year! (more…)
Peggy took this photo for me! Super <3~
Okay. This is perhaps the most shameless title I’ve ever put into words. But hey, there’s no shame in self-confidence, right?
I perceive my age as pretty ancient, fortunately no one has accurately tell me my number, yet. But as time goes by, this supposed self-confidence I claim to have is starting to demolish… age is after all a women’s worst enemy.
Anyway, I have been reading a couple of beauty entries and videos lately and would like to share! (more…)
A happy Lunar New Year to all! How was your long holiday?
Having Lunar New Year this year in the year, it kinda makes the year feel a little fast forwarded. Just over 20 days into the new year and it feels like months have passed by already.
Unlike most Chinese, the Lunar New Year isn’t exactly the kinda festive season my family hypes about that much. Yes, my mum gives me “ang bao” but ever since my grand parents passed away… well, it has never really been the same. A little sad really, but hey, no point sobbing over it right? (more…)
Priss (with her boyfriend), Peggy (with her boyfriend) and me (with myself) all managed to make it to the fashion show at Avalon, Marina Bay Sands.
Thanks to Peggy, I managed to get “front row” seats, without having to:
Still in the process of editing photos! Will flood your screens with photos from the fashion show (and camwhoring ones) soon!
I usually just call her Peggy, not used to her “dowager” status at all. She never fails to remind me how we met, I have to say, I was super untactful then. (Not that I’m any better now.)
So here’s the story…
Once upon a time, there lived a Princess in a little modern island. This Princess, not rich nor pretty, strangely gets invited to events quite frequently. One day, this Princess together with a couple of other bloggers, goes for an event and meets this model who was/is apparently a famous blogger.
This Princess is quite ignorant and arrogant, I suppose.
The model introduced herself as Thy-Dowager and jokingly asked, “Why didn’t you invite me for the event?”
Honestly, the question came as a surprise as well. How often does a complete strange come up to you and ask you why didn’t you invite her?
So, taken slightly aback, the Princess responded with what first came to mind, “Who are you?”
It wasn’t very nice, I have to admit, but after almost three years… looking back, it was more funny than anything else.
That tee is sooo adorable!
Once upon a time, there were two friends…
They took a photo together, two years later, one of them posted it in her blog! Wahahaha!
THE END!
If it wasn’t like 3am in the morning right now, I might actually come up with a more decent story (“more” meaning an improvement from the current, which probably isn’t much of a story at all). But hey, it is 3am.
Anyway, I was digging through my albums and found this photo supposedly taken on July 8th, 2009 (I’m sure it’s July but I can’t be sure it was taken on the 8th though…). I recall it was taken when Peggy’s shop just opened.
I LOVE THAT ZEBRA TOP! Where the hell happened to it!?!
Hmmm… my pre-Photoshop face in the photo seems quite a bit slimmer than my face in more recent ones, which is VERY FRUSTRATING! Fact is, I’m actually SLIMMER (still fat of course) now!
God hates me.
OMG I’m so depressed right now.
PS: Yes, the photo is Photoshop-ed, so if you find it different from the original… DUH!
I could just say that work has taken the blogger outta me but that would be somewhat a lie. I guess, life itself has taken the blogger outta me. I just can’t find the time to sit down and write a proper entry from my heart (or brain for that matter). I’ve so many entries pending that I just don’t know where to begin…
Receiving a Facebook message from a recent acquintance, I suddenly recalled an entry that I should have done probably three weeks ago? I wrote about the day after the event, but I totally forgot about the day of the event itself (or rather, two nights).
Good friends come in small packages and Peggy (youthful, slim and sexy) happens to be one of the best (if you forsake certain flaws here and there, but who doesn’t eh)!
Despite the strain in our friendship, due to work and distance (she stays in the far east side of singapore and I stay in the west), she never fails to come up with the best getaways to spend a little us time together with a lot of party time between it. Come to think of it, most of my girlfriends are that thoughtful. I’m very blessed.
I can’t remember how it all fell together but there was a mention of Hennessy, the word party and then Kuala Lumpur. Summarising it for those that can’t catch what I’m saying; Peggy invited me together to spend three days and two nights (3D2N) with her at Kuala Lumpur (KL), Malaysia, all expenses paid! What’s the catch? (You’re gonna love this…) I have to go for the party, the Hennessy Artistry!
This is perhaps the BEST catch EVER! All expenses paid trip to party with Hennessy! Did I mention the free flow of brandy? Fyi, I’m a brandy-gal, second to desert wine of course.
Peggy is a genius, a hardworking one if I may add. We were suppose to take budget airlines but she managed to get us on SilkAir while helping the sponsors save cost. I love the alliance (until the unfortunately and miserable delay during my Medan trip that is).
I’m a late-packer. If not mistaken, it was the day before that we actually met up to do some last minute shopping at City Plaza. It was only the morning of the trip itself that I started packing. And all hell broke lose. I was throwing stuff all around and into my luggage bag. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Fortunately, it was already hell in my room anyway.
The flight was pleasant. The best so far in fact. Smooth journey and good company, there is nothing more a girl could ask for.
Peggy is a wonderful travelling companion, for me at least. Trips like this, I just wanna lay back and relax. She basically planned and directed me step by step, which was perfect. I may be five years her senior but she took care of me like as though I was a child.
I felt protected, it was great except for some minor details on the side.
Okay, enough chit chat, now “show me the…” photos!
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
(And “The day after Hennessy Artistry…“)
I xoxo Hennessy!
I xoxo Peggy!
And I would like to take this opportunity to thank Hennessy and John Langan for the invitation!
PS: Due to technical difficult (my iPad doesn’t allow me to upload images) I’m not able to show case the wonderfully (this is a lie of course) PhotoShop-ed photos (apart from the ones I linked from Peggy’s post). Therefore, please refer to Peggy’s post (for even more gorgeously edited photos) and Hennessy Artistry Singapore Facebook Page’s Gallery! That said, when I strikeout this notice, the photos would have been uploaded and viewable by public! But that time is not now.
Despite all the “suffering” I went through to look physically more attractive, the results has proven that I’ve failed miserably, in photos at least. The angle of shots are still god damn important. I should be less casual when taking photos, especially when they are going to be up on Facebook.
There’s no doubt about it, I am definitely more confident and open in terms of apparel selection. For one, I am very much comfortable wearing sleeveless or even tube dresses/tops these days. In fact, I welcome it with open arms. Although my arms are still considerably huge… but at least it is significantly slimmer as compared to before. I can’t expect miracles can I? One can only hope, but reality is cruel.
Friends of mine, think hard. How often have you seem me sleeveless in the past? My dressing resembles a lost eskimo, unable to return to the Land of Ice. I kid you not. Jackets, especially thick ones, are my best friends. Or rather, “were” to be more specific.
Someone has to lose out. But for this case, I’m guessing NUH has also lost out. One less dehydrated patient. Singapore’s weather isn’t exactly ideal for winter wear. I strongly advice against it. However, if you must, please consider “inspired” winter wear. The cheaper the better. Less cloth, or rather thinner cloth means lower chance of an heatstroke.
Talking about apparel…
I am in love with THEBLOGSHOP! Jacqueline and Clarence have been terribly kind and generous! Opening my soon-to-be new wardrobe, you’d probably see 8 out of 10 pieces are from them, bags too!
The selection of clothing is just never-ending. They replenish them ever so often. I go there once every two weeks and there are always enough new designs to satisfy me. Not just me but the pages in SauceINK Magazine as well! If not for their support… let’s just say, I would have gone broke at the initial stage of development. Pegs helped as well of course – her previous shop, Signify.
Before I hit the sacks, I need a name for my supposed label. I’ve drawn more than a dozen designs, but submitted none. I really can’t think of anything decent to call it. Every thought I have involved “the” and “bear bear” which really doesn’t sound right.
Perhaps I should write an entry, set up a form, just to request for name submissions?
For the last couple of days I’ve been constantly telling myself, “Sab, you need to blog more. Your blog is as dead as the graveyard!” Halloween may be around the corner, but I don’t intend to do a grave yard theme this year, or any year for that matter.
But seriously, lately my blog has been pretty dead. You’d probably be able to hear the sound of a pin hitting the ground if my blog was the floor and I’m a fool who wishes to lose my pin. I mean seriously, you don’t need to dump your needle into a haystack to freaking lose the needle. I’ve lost so many earrings from simply dumping it in my bag! It’s like my bag is some kind of black hole or something. It makes no sense.
I have a confession to make. The only reason why I’m typing away here is simply because of the whole, “Your blog is as dead as the graveyard.” Otherwise, I’d be like trying to control my coughing and take the fastest transport service to lala-land.
Although it has been somewhat an eventful day today, my brain is just too tired to pitch a story in my head then type it out.
Events of the day:
More or less that’s the flow of the day.
Talking about pitching a story in my head, what’s with this voice in my head anyway. Clearly my mind only consist of my thoughts therefore this voice belongs to me… but I’m pretty sure I have a much sweeter voice than the one I’m somewhat hearing from within.
Technically speaking, your brain is the one telling you that you’re hearing whatsoever. It takes in the frequency of the sound/noise/whateveryoucallit, converts it to whatever (for this case words) then whatever. You know what I mean. If not, so be it.
What I’m trying to say is, I find it weird that the voice in my head seems different from what I presume my verbal voice to be. Right now, it sounds a little… boring. No excitement whatsoever. Maybe it’s because I’m tired. I donno.
So, I’m sitting on the bear bear’s bed, typing away on my wireless iPad keyboard, which is technically not customised for the iPad like the keyboard dock is, but compatible.
I like the keyboard dock really. It has a button that allows me to close the application I’m on without having to touch the iPad’s only round button on the surface. Not that it makes a lot of difference really.
The purpose of a keyboard is to allow users to type on it. For that, my wireless keyboard is doing a wonderful job. It’s hard to complain really, until the keyboard runs out of battery that is.
Oh man, I miss the bear bear. If the bear bear was here now, I’d be able to bug him instead of force myself to come up with an entry. I always use the bear bear as an excuse to myself to get outta things I’m somewhat lazy to do – like blogging for instance – if I have something to blog about it’s great, but when I don’t yet have to maintain activity, it SUCKS!
I’m getting really sleepy, and I haven’t even taken my medicine yet. I’m going to stop here.
“Well then,” says the bear bear. And he stops there, stares into emptiness, (probably farted) then changes the topic completely. Half the time the bear bear can’t seem to pay attention to anything other than his iPhone (playing his oh-so-fun games he downloaded) for more than a minute. He has a shorter attention span compared to Lucas who is 1-month old. But that is also the reason why, when I’m not in my impatient stance (like battle stance in Diablo II but in terms of patience/tolerance to annoyance level), I find him so very adorable. I mean seriously, where can you find a guy with such baby-like characteristics at such an matured age. It’s like pre-school all over again. Hurhur.
It’s been a long-tiring day. The Hennessy Artistry party ended at 3am and we only reached the hotel room after 4am. After washing up and packing, I crashed on the bed till morning, which was three hours later. Talk about an intensive workout routine. My personal trainer should be so proud of my enthusiasm to go that extra mile – all the way to Kuala Lumpur (KL), Malaysia.
In case you have mistaken, the plan was to wake up about three hours later, but in reality… well, I’m gonna just blame it on my BlackBerry. I think the alarm didn’t go off, but Pegs said I switched it off (still blaming my BlackBerry regardless). I ended up waking an hour late, which resulted in us missing the flight!
Just kidding. We didn’t miss the flight, but we missed the ideal timing John Langan (decently good-looking “ang-moh” chap who invited Peggy and extended it to me) suggested in his very first email sent to me. I stressed on the “very first email” cause it was rather confusing when I read it. I think I was somewhat left out of the conversation. There was apparently a mix up, which I had no idea about, and he was apologising.
So anyway, we were delayed, but was on time for the flight. In fact, we managed to grab breakfast at McDonald’s! I heart the big breakfast meal. I used to love the pancakes, but after all that brunch-ing, my expectations of good pancakes went up and McDonald’s just don’t make the cut.
*Cute blue-eyes guy alert!*
I think he had blue eyes, but I didn’t take a good look. It was rude to stare at someone and drool. I was telling Pegs that it would be awesome if he was seated next to us… well that didn’t happen. What did happen was… after alighting from the plane, Pegs and I were on the “moving floor thingie”… when reaching the end… I almost fell. I was talking to Pegs and we both weren’t paying attention. The embarrassing part was that he (cute blue-eyes guy, clearly “ang-moh”) saw the whole incident! (I probably turned into a lobster.) The amazing part was that he started talking to us! (Started screaming in my head.)
I was guessing he was from Germany. He didn’t look or sound American.
If I hadn’t felt sooo embarrassed I would have probably jumped at the opportunity to talk to someone that cute. Sadly, I wasn’t able to pull myself together and ended up keeping as quiet as I was throughout the whole Hennessy Artistry party. That said, there’s a high chance I was dumbfounded because he was just sooo cute, I couldn’t help but scream in my head so loud I couldn’t think of anything not retarded to say.
He and his friend were from Argentina, they’ll be in Singapore for two days and thereafter head to Hong Kong. In other words, that brief encounter is probably our last in this lifetime. I missed every opportunity to grab his contact details, even his name. Although we have Facebook, which connects people from all around the world, I doubt I’d be able to find someone whom I have no name to search with.
In case you’re wondering, yes, I told bear bear about the blue-eyes guy. I even urged him to go find him and get his number for me. Hurhur. I’m not kidding.
Moving along, we had to leave Pegs (before her boyfriend arrived) and rush off for Lucas’s birthday. I can’t have the whole Rodriguez family wait for one late-coming-Roy, right? Pegs totally understood, I hope (present cause I’m still hoping).
The weather was horrible and I blame it on the monsoon season and Sumatra’s smoking. That said, I am not going into a debate of who’s right or wrong here. I’ll leave that to Priss, it’s her type of topic.
Note: I stopped writing the entry here on Sunday. And continued writing it “early in the morning” on Wednesday.
We were stuck in a jam, though I vaguely remember how bad it was, therefore it couldn’t be that bad. What I do remember is that, we were somewhat late, but not late till the extent people were making noise about it. The bear tends to become a little annoying when I cause him to be too late for a family thingie. I can’t help it if the flight couldn’t be any earlier, Sumatra is smoking us and the weather sucked, right?
To be absolutely honest, the food at Imperial Treasure Super Peking Duck (Paragon) was moderate. There wasn’t much to complain about but… Mama and Papa Rod was totally over glorifying the dishes. It really wasn’t all that fantastic, especially if you take into consideration the price.
Let’s be honest here, if you paid for 100 bucks meal (not that it’s only 100 bucks) you expect a 100 bucks quality at the very least. If they give you 120 bucks quality, fine, a little compliment should be thrown at the chef/restaurant. Glorification should only be given, considering that this is Singapore and the restaurant is situated in Paragon, if 150 bucks quality is received. Much less talk about over glorifying. (I’m making this sound more complicated and long-winded than it should be.)
(Sidetrack) Thank god I didn’t buy the toddler clothing I saw in KL. I would be totally upset when it gets thrown back at my face. Apparently, older bro Rod and Germ is kinda particular about what is worn by Skywalker (Luke, Lucas… what’s the difference). I think I’m gonna call my son Darth Vader or maybe Milan? My daughter is sooo gonna be a Paris! If I even have kids that is.
We moved Little Red (Xiaohong) from Paragon and was supposed to park her at Triple One, as usual. However, seconds before turning into the car park, I had a change of heart. I was keen to watch “You Again!” but not quite awake enough to sit through a movie. Seriously, four hours is less than half the right amount of beauty sleep needed.
As not to waste the remaining half a day of the weekend, we went shopping for shoes! I totally needed shoes. A girl can never have too many shoes, bags, clothes and everything else. I would have sang a different tune in the past, but it’s a whole new me. One that isn’t trying to balloon up and pretend to have memory loss. Who does that? Oh wait, I remember now. I totally hold a grudge.
So anyway, I would shop Paragon for bags and wallets… but shoes… I tend to ruin my shoes after a couple of wears. It really made no sense for me to buy a good pair of shoes until I learn to walk properly (not that I have an actual walking issue).
I ended up buying a couple of belts, this earrings hanger doll thingie, a bag (it was SGD10, I couldn’t help myself), and two pairs of shoes. They were awesome shoes. I only buy awesome stuff and wear The Blog Shop (plugged!).
I think Isabelle is a major influence to why I am not keen to buy branded clothing. She mentioned that she would spend on a branded bag because it is leather but not on branded clothing because it is cloth. It made a lot of sense really. I love all the fabulous designers out there and I totally believe in authenticity, but cloth is cloth. It’s not like anyone is gonna figure out that I’m wearing Prada as I walk the streets, in Singapore at least. And if anyone (that I don’t know) actually comes to me and touches my dress to “feel the material” I’d probably scream and give he/she a tight slap. (I’m totally going out of point here.)
We went home and had KFC for dinner! The bear went to watch football (Liverpool was playing) and I… wrote this entry.
PS: This was supposed to be written and published on Sunday but… I never managed to finish it. So yes, it’s late by two (or rather three) days.
Princessa’s Royal Diary
