Blowing Twenty-Three Candles

This is my 23rd year on Planet Earth and although I’d wished I had a better way of celebrating the minute the clock strikes midnight of July 5th, I can’t be more thankful that:

  1. I had a guy waited for me patiently to get home from my mega-splurge in town with a bouquet of colored tissue flowers folded into 23 pink and red flowers – I love only real sunflowers, I hate roses and one reason why I prefer not to get real flowers for any occasion is simply because the flowers look abso awful when they start to wilt and dry out. Paper flowers suit me just fine (it may seem childish to most but hey, five years on, does your bouquet of expensive tulips last as long as my hand-made flowers? I doubt it)
  2. I had a long-time friend from Oz fly across the Indian Ocean to celebrate a surprise birthday dinner with me. Tell me, how many of you are as lucky as that? A friend is not a friend until he / she flies across the globe just to be there for you on your momentous birthday.
  3. I had an old flame leave a box of trinkets he picked up along the way which reminded him of me. So we parted due to unforseen circumstances but there’s nothing to stop him from sharing the birthday joy with me, right?
  4. I have my BFF from Medan send me a text on time for my birthday, every single year without fail.
  5. I have the Martian BFF sing me a birthday song over the phone. Sure she was late by a good 13 hours but really, what mattered was the fact that she still remembered, ten years into the friendship.
  6. I had a crew save her wages to get me a lovely perfume just because she wants me to smell as good as I always do, everyday.
  7. I had so many people coming up to me wishing me a happy birthday, some include people whom I don’t even recognize!
  8. I celebrated my birthday with a mega-bash at Dbl-O with my closest friends in Macs and they made me feel even more greater than a princess with a flurry of kisses and hugs and smiles all night long!


It was a memorable birthday, can easily top the ones that I’ve had previously. I can never thank Him enough for the Angels he sent to protect and love me the way I am.



Mr. Oz Man, This One’s For You !

Today is the darling Oz boyfriend’s special day. No, no before you start freaking out dear readers, he is an old-time friend whom I totally adore but not to the extent of a boyfriend. Heh, I don’t believe in long-distanced relationships anyway so yeah.


(Side-note: Check out those lovely hazel eyes, swoons ! Exactly the reason why I love Indian boys.)

Chandrasekaran Sundararajan / CSR / CS Rajan / Rajan Chandra / Mr. Oz Man

It’s your super special birthday and for the record, I did not missed it but I believe fate would have turned things around the other way as I was all prepared, sitting patiently by the phone at 0200 hours on the morning of June 19th 2010 to wish you a happy birthday via long-distanced call. But luck would have dealt me with an uber painful blow – to my sleep deprived panda eyes – in the way that my calling card was left with just hmmm… 9 cents or so in credit ! Coming from a master of surprises (like me) that was totally uncalled for and totally ruined my mood to the extent that I pigged out in bed for the next half a day and totally forgetting to use other forms of technology to wish you. Things as simple and fuss-free as emailing you. Call me dumb-dumb but I guess I was overwhelmed with self-anger, I wasn’t exactly able to think far enough.

So here’s a backdated post wishing you well on your super busy 22nd Birthday. Lord knows if you actually still remember me to begin with but hey, the picture above probably will help you to recall those short but happy days you had back then in ’09 when you popped by Singapore. That also reminds me, you still owe me those presents from the Lust envelope ! Where is my Victoria Secrets eh ? I wait so long that even Singapore has a flagship VS store in the heart of Resorts World Sentosa you know ? Or did you get the VS people to build the store in SG for me ? That would definitely be the sweetest thing anyone can possibly do for me.


Cheers, love, happiness and plenty of laughter for your 22nd Birthday mate ! I know the world may seem like its crashing down on you with the studies / work and near-zero social life but look on the bright side, the year is almost half-way done and we are heading to bigger and better things in 2011  so chin up ok ! Hope you’ll stay as smashing as ever and make sure you aren’t too smashed up at the end of June 19th 2010 yah !


With much, much love from Singapore,

yours truly ❤

If Your Underwear Could Speak

Again, I was reading an article online about what the type of underwear a girl wears somehow gives you a pretty vague idea of what her personality is like, read on to know more about your girlfriends / wifes !


Women who wear bikinis seek to maintain a balance in their lives. They like to be both feminine and comfortable. A little bit polished and a little bit playful. They’re smart, dependable multi-taskers who aren’t afraid to show their silly sides, apparent in the many panty colors and patterns they choose…purple and orange polka dots anyone?


Ladies who wear thongs are outgoing, adventuresome and open to new ideas. Youthful-minded and fashion-conscious, they regard panty lines and last season’s runway styles with equal disdain. And because the thong is just one step away from going commando, their panty choice says, “Hey, I’m brave…but I’m not stupid!”


Sporty and spirited describe the versatile women who wear these cute, comfy undies. They’re trustworthy and highly motivated, ready to meet any challenge head on. Resourceful and reliable they use their panty-wearing confidence to diffuse any situation.


Instant slimmers with tummy-control panels are great for special occasions and for those bloated pre-period days. Women who consistently wear them daily may be somewhat body conscious, but they’re also still very confident, and have a desire to be in control of their worlds. They’re not afraid to say, “Bring on the cheesecake.”

Matching bra and panties:

Wearing matching lingerie makes a woman feel more put together. Women who wear coordinated undergarments every day are fashion-forward, poised and like frequent pampering. They’re also well-organized, skilled negotiators. Oh, and given the price tags of these little numbers, I’m betting she’s wealthy…very wealthy.

Granny panties:

Sure, they like safety and security, but careful not to call these gals dull. To the contrary, they know how to put the fun in functional. They’re also competent, down-to-earth, and nurturing. Most importantly, they’re blissfully at peace with a reality the rest of us remain in denial about…we’re all headed to Granny-pantyland eventually so why fight it?

For the record, I am the matching bra & panties kind of girl who also has her mixed-match days but in general, I am the sort who loves her thongs & boy-shorts too much to even think about wearing granny pants when I turn 60 years old ! So for those who are keen on getting me lingerie for my upcoming birthdays…..


Don’t say I didn’t drop the clues for the Victoria Secret purchases !

Colored Ribbons & Confetti

What I want for my 22nd birthday is (by the way, we are approximately four months and eight days away!):

The perfectly wrapped present!

It has been ages since I last received a perfectly wrapped present from someone hence it’ll be awesome if I do get one wrapped in the most beautiful wrapping paper and is full of evidence that it is wrapped with lots of love.


However, even if the content is secondary, I will continue to list my birthday list closer to the date so keep a lookout okaye lovelies!

The Likes

Here is a list of the things that I like from a third person’s point of view…


She likes to wake up bright and early in the morning and smell the fragrant smell of freshly cut grass; it invigorates her senses and calms her soul simultaneously. Cigarette smoke is a sure-fire way to wake her up with a bad, bad morning sinus ; be prepared for her black face in the morning when that happens.

She likes to give presents whether it is that person’s birthday or not; there’s something special knowing you made someone break into their biggest smile for the week.

She likes to indulge in chocolate and cocktails but have converted to a 100% chocolate fan after giving up the bottle when her grandmother passed away last year. Her favorite chocolate is white chocolate, second is milk chocolate but she is anti-bitter chocolate; she doesn’t have the “atas” nature to be appreciate them.

She likes rainy days but wishes she has the Wellies to wear them out. One day she intends to go to Britain to get her own pair to go along with her dream Burberry trench coat so that she can fulfill her childhood dream of singing in the rain. It’s the childhood days that keeps her happiest, sometimes she wishes it was back to the good ‘ol days.

She likes sitting down over a cuppa two with a favorite friend; that’s her idea of a perfect day out as she treasures her close-knit group of friends and makes every effort within her reach to ensure that quality time is spent together.

She likes window-shopping more than actual shopping as she feels that she hasn’t reached the spending power of being able to spend all her salary away. A life of independence has taught her that to spend on oneself is selfish but to spend on others is the best as if you spend too much on yourself, you will tend to overlook those who mean the world to you. It’s all about a 50-50 balance of everything.

She likes boys and hopes to give birth two a pair of twin boys hopefully as she finds girls annoying and irritating regardless of age. Plus, girls equate to huge-r holes in our pockets since they have to go through the puberty stage and adulthood maturity stage of period and pads. Those are a huge waste of money, seriously with all the feminine pad companies coming up with even better products every other month and expecting us to buy them just ‘cos it is better than last month’s creation. Pffft.

She likes music and spends her awake time with the radio tuned up to her favorite stations and that will be how it remains till she goes to bed. On top of that, she digs singing along to her favorite songs and dances in the comforts of her own private room in her lingerie after a long, hard day at work.

She likes taking photographs as to her, photographs are life’s greatest form of memory should our own brains dysfunction whether due to old age or disease. Also, she likes taking photographs of the entire outing as it’s not only the faces that makes the outing a memorable one; even the food we eat helps to play a role in making us remember the outing even better.

She likes to clean things and clears her junk every few weeks as it is a form of stress-reliever to her. In fact, she thinks she has OCD whereby when she throws things away, she really throws everything away unless it belongs to her brothers or parents. She is sentimental yes, she keeps those little knickknacks from yesteryear but when it comes to junk, her sentimental nature is zilch. It’s practical space over lost emotions, anytime.


Too much of something isn’t a good thing hence I hope I’ve enlightened you with something new about me today! God Bless!


2 0 1 0

Today, as the clock strikes midnight and we usher in the new year, I won’t be joining the throngs of crowds located at the 19 over countdown parties held all around Singapore. Unlike the majority of the Singaporeans out there, I will not be celebrating the dawn of a new year in the company of a thousand and one strangers.

Matter of fact, I am sitting idly at home, waiting for the date clocks around the house to move the year notch from 2009 to 2010. I don’t know, perhaps that is the only kind of celebration that I am seeking this year. And yes, I am spending my new year at home, in the quiet comforts of my Toby and Joby.

(The former is the laptop, the latter is the hamster 🙂 )

I feel very toned down this year as compared to the previous few years where I celebrated the new year with endless fireworks deafening my eyes till and partying till the wee hours of the morning. I feel rather old as compared to the party-going crowd as I have turned down countdown parties planned by the WOW people and some friends as well.  I guess turning 21 has made me become more adult; I have successfully kept to my 2009 resolution to quit the drinking and I am very proud of that as honestly, kicking the habit is the single most hardest thing to curb in my entire life as my weekly schedule revolves heavily on it.

So for this year, I resolute to make it another year that I quit alcohol and also, I would love to be able to carve out a proper career path for myself. Come January 3rd 2010, many things will happen in terms of career-wise and I look forward to it as I think I am ready to put away the past 2009 which was filled with more obstacles than the previous few years. I look forward to better days ahead with the lovely family and although I know the friendships I have now will be severely tested by the distance and time together, I hope the three solid friendships that I have with over in the last few years will be able to withstand the sands of time. Also, I hope the friendships with the other friends be even closer like never before.

Here’s a special dedication to the three most wonderful friends God has bestowed upon me:

To Martian, cheers to the nine-year old friendship, let’s make it to the decade mark next year with a holiday ok? To Hobibelanja, thank you for standing by me from the first day in SHATEC Institutes till now. Also, I really appreciated your presence when I broke up with my ex-boyfriend (and how you offered to come over to my place to be with me then) and when my grandmother passed away (and you stayed with me the entire night and came down straight after school for the funeral); they are all still very fresh in my mind. To Muzzy-Wuzzy, sometimes I think it’s ironic that the boy I tease endlessly happen to actually harbor feelings for me during those school days. Nevertheless, thank you for taking a step out of your comfort zone and being an accidental friend and then some. Looking forward to paaj sal baad!


Happy New Year 2010 Everyone,
May your new year be filled with nothing but love, love and more love.


Five to Christmas

It’s five days to Christmas.

I am coming to terms with the fact that Christmas is like minutes away and 2010 is a day away from now.

Time flies by so fast this month, as compared to the other months that I have yet to be able to take a breather and update my calendar that is threatening to burst at the paper ends from the flurry of activities that I have on year’s end. How has it been for you thus far my lovely friends? Has it been the kind of year you have being dreaming of? Or has it been littered with the numerous likes and dislikes of the days that has gone by? I sincerely hope the year and God has been kind to you, always.


This year, Christmas will be different as the celebrations will be more muted than the last year’s as I have no home to go to to build the Christmas tree with. I know I am kind of obsessed with Christmas but that’s not due to the religious aspect of it. More like, I see this momentous occasion in the Christian calendar to be a month where majority of the population are nicer to each other and everyone smiles infinitely more than usual. Sometimes I really wish Christmas happens everyday so as to rub off that positivity in everyone’s eyes and hearts more easily. In retrospect, 80% of our years are spent harping over problems at work, mulling over the next paycheque to feed the family and so forth that sometimes we overlook the very things in life which makes the journey all the more sweeter and pleasant. Hence for Christmas this year, I wish to see more happy people around me and I also hope that the happiness stays beyond the coming 2010. After all, smiling never hurts doesn’t it?


On a personal level, I am saddened that I can’t decorate any Christmas tree as the good friend I used to decorate trees with has packed her bags and jet off to Melbourne on a self-imposed exile. Don’t ask me why she went there although I feel remotely guilty that I may be the root cause of it. The again, I can’t identify with her situation even up till now since she is not the kind of person I perceived her to be. Not when she claims she is in love with me and wants to spend the rest of her life with me. There’s something utterly revolting about it but if I were to have friends who turn to their own kind, I will never judge them the way I judge her. Just don’t throw yourselves all over me as even though I have a short pixie crop with the slashes of red hair & is most comfy in jeans and ballerina flats, I am all woman and I don’t fancy dating my own species. I love my men, thank you very much.

On another note, I have yet to be able to celebrate Christmas with one of my good friends since she first stepped afoot in Singapore. Come to think of it, time is getting real short for us these days that meet-ups have been reduced to the X few hours I get to spend with her before she flies back home on a monthly basis. I honestly miss those days where our outings last one entire day and we have those themed outings where we dress-up and head out to elaborate dinners together. I also miss those days when we get to watch a much-anticipated musical at Esplanade and then we chill out at the nearby restaurants thereafter. The days where we spent our after-office hours drinking the night away and rambling on and on about the nasty colleagues are all within an ear-sight that I long to go back to those days when our lives were less complicated and meeting each other was a mandatory part of our weekly schedule.

Moving on to another friend, Martian dear, it has been ages since we last met and I have like 103957847 things to tell you about. Please, please, please tell me that you are done with your exams soon as if not, I will present myself as a Christmas present at your doorstep come Christmas Day.

To another friend, tum mere doost (You know who you are), thank you for being there thus far and seeing me through the ups and downs of my career search since the start of this year. I know you have been pre-occupied with the current National Service stint, that our outings have dwindled to single digits each month, but I appreciate the flexibility to meet me on a whim and just sit down at our favourite park bench and talk the night away and do crazy things together. I honestly don’t know what’s in store for us in the future but having you here with me, whether as a doost or a jaan, makes the thrust into the corporate world less daunting on my part. Our future may seem vague and ambiguous and I really don’t want to put too much strain on the careful friendship plans we have together hence I really seek your understanding on that nay answer to love. I’d prefer to have you be my “friend with benefits” as ultimately, my roving eyes are still not tamed to just one man, yet. It’s not easy as after all, I am in the line of sight of most men who are a good 12 centimeters taller than you. Bleh!

To my other friend who is happily lapping up the Sydney snow just about now, I sincerely hope the holidays will be a welcomed relief for you since you are going to start work soon come January 2010! I am happy for you and I hope to see you real soon on my shores or if the wait gets too long, perhaps I will grace your shores instead… Sometimes I find it amazing how friends who have lost touch for a good few years are still able to reconnect after meeting up all over again. The beauty of a friendship is virtually incomprehensible yeah?


Anyway, Christmas is the Season of Giving, I hope it will remain as the warmest holidays year in, year out. Here’s to the last-minute shopping and gift-wrapping!



Send My Regards to the Koalas

Today is yet another day that a former close friend of mine migrates to Down Under, specifically Melbourne with an indefinite date of returning back to Singapore. Yes, she has bought a one-way ticket and will either choose to come back this Christmas, NYE or never at all once she settles down at a motel there.

I have no reason as to why her departure is this sudden but knowing her, I suppose impulsive decisions such as these are of second nature to her. Regardless, I wish her well and thank her for the incredible one odd year’s worth of friendship as I don’t think the friendship will continue when she comes back. Yes, we parted on bad terms and that is all meant to be that way. I have no intention of forging a friendship with her all over again as she has revealed a big secret which I cannot understand or ever accept so long as I am alive. Then again, I never expected her to harbor such ridiculous thoughts.

I see her departure as a blessing regardless of how bleak the future of the friendship is. That’s alright, in life we make lotsa good and bad friends; she happens to fall in the latter category. Thank you for being there in my life along with the rest and also for sharing the journey with me and being one of the resultant forces behind me being who I am now.

I wish you well always and hope you will be able to find the happiness you can’t find in the friendship with me.

Goodbye my friend.

PS: Sometimes when a friend leaves me for another country, I feel immensely sad to the brink of tears. But for her, I feel absolutely nothing. Maybe my tears are intending to save themselves for the next departure of yet another good friend who means more to me than this one.

Ticking to 2010

We are inching closer to 2010 and it’s a matter of time before we bid farewell to 2009.

This week in particular has been exceptionally hectic for me. From the numerous interviews I have been shortlisted to, to the irregular work hours I have put in at WOW, to the constant applications I have been filling up for a full-time job position to fill up my weekdays, to the outings with the favorite friends, to the errands that I have to run for everyone in the household and so much more.

I guess you may wonder if I do miss my good ol’ days when I was bumming around at home and waking up only at noon and sleeping at some ungodly hour, wouldn’t you? However, I have to say that throughout the entire time I was off the job and study market, I never really found the right time and space to actually just sit down and breathe and take it a day at a time. As far as I can remember, despite being jobless and no longer a student till the distant future, I have not set aside the quality time to spend and reflect on myself and what has happened throughout this entire year.

I have been going on and on everyday, definitely doing something every single hour. Whether it is to change the bedsheets or to go for an interview or to meet a friend for lunch etc, I have done them all. What I have ceased to do thus far is to slack. Yes, perhaps everyone has the notion that if you are not working nor studying, you are merely bumming around, watching reruns of Friends or The Nanny to no end. But really, I think I am here to debunk that stereotype. Not everyone spends their non-working and non-studying days bumming around and I for once, am one of them.

I feel immensely blessed to be granted this block of time to recharge my tired soul and rejuvenate my senses and appreciate everything that has come my way this year. I also am proud to say that the year 2009 has brought me spiritually closer to God and emotionally attached to my family and beloved friends. 2009 also brought along a handful of people whom I don’t wish to meet again whether in this lifetime or the next but I am grateful regardless as they have taught me a lesson or two in life.

If there’s anything I can take away from 2009, it has to be that the year 2009 has made me become significantly more matured and level-headed like never before. I guess it is true, when you turn 21, the maturity comes along as God’s birthday gift to you. I am thankful I got this priceless gift as without it, I will prolly succumb to the easy way out in everything like back then in 2002. I don’t deny it, I have changed just like everyone else. But I hope this change within me will bring about a level of happiness, warmth and sunshine to the people around me. Never did it cross my mind that I will be so open and friendly to anyone that I can strike up conversations with mere strangers or even hug my best friend on the train platform.

2009 isn’t the year for love; I know I gave up on my first love in 2008 and I am still mending my broken heart and learning from my past mistakes. Hence I have made it clear that I don’t want to be seriously dating anyone as the time I have in my hands now is too precious to be wasted fighting with a significant other. Now that I am 21, let me be free. I know when the time is right for the love to be requited, it will be. I am a firm believer of kismet; better known as fate. Also, if it is meant to be, it will always be regardless so always believe in that statement. After all, we have forever together so what does a few years of singlehood mean right?

2009 is the year I was granted the biggest life lesson I ever had in my entire life; my grandmother’s passing. Looking back, I knew a part of me died and was buried along in the grave when she went away and for a certain period of time, I admit that I lost the zest in me. But after a while, I reached a mutual understanding that I can’t go on like that forever. I have to pick up the pieces and move on with my life as she has gone away and will never ever come back to me. Many things have changed in the house thanks to my stubborn need to move things around to cope with the grief. But nothing, I mean it, nothing has or will be able to replace her presence during the first 21 years of my life. Nothing. That space she took away from my heart will never be replaced. The puzzle will never fit the same way again and I know if I don’t let go, I will prolly drive everyone else including myself to the grave.  I honestly do miss her a lot but I guess the only way I can miss her is to gift a a prayer or two for her daily and pray that He will take good care of her. Which I am very sure He will.

Come to think of it, I think I was a selfish fart to want a degree immediately after my graduation from SHATEC Institutes. I mean, as much as I am the youngest in the family and I am the only girl, I think I shouldn’t have reacted with such haughty arrogance or disappointment when my parents told me that they will not be able to fund for my degree whether abroad or locally. It took me a long, long time to understand the whole situation and I am thankful (in a way) that Papa was diagnosed with cancer before I applied for a university. Can you imagine if I had applied for my university and Papa got his diagnosis after that? Things will definitely be much harder on us then. I’m thankful I opted to listen to my parents and wait the years before my savings will accumulate to a degree.

I know it will take me quite a while before that happens and the only thing I can wish for is that some filthy rich heir to a petroleum empire or a wealthy prince is reading my sympathy-laced post today and that he will propose to marry me and guarantee that I will never have to worry about finances ever again.

Okaye, just kidding 😛

Back to the story here, 2009 has been a whirlwind roller-coaster ride for me and it’s definitely one hell of a ride worth riding and living for. Here’s to the end of 2009 and the wonderful beginning, middle and ending to 2010 and beyond!


The Haphazard Post

Today is the perfect day for the random notes in one post as I have many random thoughts in my mind which I have to churn out on this page or else I might just go crazy going back and forth thinking about all of them every other second or so. So take a huge gulp of breath and be prepared to read the 10, 000, 001 things I have in my mind.

Okaye; 10, 000, 001 is a tad bit of an exaggeration but what the heck, I am Indian. Perhaps not physically Indian but I am damn right that I am mentally Indian.



Today is the very day that I come to a conclusion that I am anything but a 21-year-old adult. For starters, I still sleep with eight bears on the top of my head, I kiss them good night every single night even during those days when I have splitting headaches from the hangovers and I do believe that they talk to me some times. Oh yes, it is freaky.

On top of teddy bears, I still think I am a child as I stomp my feet in disapproval when I can actually voice out my opinions and I still have imaginary friends. I view them as my “angels” especially when I come home late at night and need some sort of protection when I walk home. One is a butler, the other is a model boyfriend.

I am not surprised if I freak out like 4, 398, 719 men already with this confession but for the remaining few who still find this fact about me not so daunting, please feel free to leave a comment as I am sure you could be The One for me.

(Grins Widely)


In today’s papers, there are tabloids fueling rumors about how an ex Singapore Idol finalist is currently dating one of CLEO’s eligible Bachelor / Polo Boys star. She is a 20-year-old devout Catholic with a publicly announced vow of abstinence while he is a 29-year old free-thinker bad boy who (as I quote from an interview about his ideal woman), “… a person who loves to Xuck will lead to my Mrs Foster.” Substitute the X with the initial in his surname Foster and there you have quite a clue as to what he dreams of in a wife. How on Earth can an innocent girl end up having the hots for a man-whore like that, I seriously have no clue but for the love of God woman please ! You deserve a better guy than one who has confessed to many magazines about his wandering eye and his lust for woman.

So what if he is the hottest model in Singapore to have graced so many magazine covers in the market recently? So long as he is a player or sleeps around, I will never want to even cross paths with him as it is utterly revolting. Wouldn’t you worry about contracting STDs or whether you performed better than his previous few? I would if I were in her shoes.

And Lord don’t get me started on her vow of abstinence. I have nothing against being virgins but I have something against purity rings or publicly announced vows of abstinence. Why would you need a ring or the public to proclaim to the world that you are a virgin? Would that ring serve as a reminder when you are close to doing the deed? Would a genie come out of the ring when you take your clothes of in front of a man and knock you back to your senses? Would a publicly announced vow make you any better than the other non-virgins out there? No, they all wouldn’t. At the end of the day, it’s you, yourself and no one else who can dictate your own head to practice self-control. Nothing else. Not even if the purity ring is a Tiffany.

Virginity is under-rated but purity is over-rated. I feel so ashamed to know that society actually put such a “value” to the worth of a woman’s body. It’s very sad to know that being pure and chaste without the need to tell the world about it is not as cool as being caught with a purity ring. I’m still sticking to my guns, you won’t ever see me with a purity ring, bracelet, watch or anything in my possessions. ‘Cos donning purity rings is so not cool in my opinion. Period.



Today, I am craving McDonald’s seaweed shaker fries. When are they going to come back?

(Credits to


On other gluttony news, my favorite Indonesian fine-dining restaurant, Sanur has shut its doors permanently due to a family dispute over how the restaurant is being run. It is an utter waste to close a restaurant over a sibling dispute, really. Damn, just as I was about to bring my friends there to let them try the cumi bakar…



The weather has been “wintry” albeit the lack of snow. It has been pouring cats and dogs on most evenings and the rain stretches till the wee hours of the morning that I have a hard time waking up on time at eight in the morning when my alarm rings. If there is any temperature that be perfect for me, it has to be 26.5 degrees Celsius with the rain pouring hard on my roof and I nestled comfortably underneath my Happy House blanket. The perfect time for that will be 2332 hours so that I can sleep soundly upon reaching my bed at 2330 hours.

Yes, I take less than 2 minutes to sleep if the timing and temperature is just right.

But to my dismay, the weather has made me more of a homebody than ever and home gets freezing cold that I pee like seven times in a day to cope with the drop in temperatures. It’s bloody tiring and I will always end up counting how many times I’ve pee-d instead of how many glasses of plain water I’ve drunk for the day.

Also, last week the morning was such a foggy sight it was beautiful. You see, Singapore is not blessed with foggy views, we only have haze so when such a wonderful occurence like this happens, I’m totally amazed by His creations as it is breathtakingly beautiful. The entire time I was walking along East Coast to work, the horizons was blanketed by a thick cloud of fog which didn’t cover the entire skyline but merely covered two-thirds of sky and the air was crispy and cool; you could feel your hair stand magically and I bet the joggers that day had a super good run minus the usual sweat.

All praises to Our Higher Order.



My Australian boyfriend called today at 1922 hours (SG time). Hee hee ! Oh yes I am over the moon, without a doubt. The best part, he received my Diwali greeting card, mega-YAY!

Sometimes it just takes a call to add so value to one’s day and today happens to be my lucky day. Thank You Lord for gifting me this beautiful friendship that has transcend the sands of time and distance.

My friends ask me why I prefer sticking to my old friends as compared to making new ones. Simply because when you have carved out a history together and stick together through thick and thin, it is infinitely better (and easier) than to meet someone new and have to forge a brand-new friendship with them. The promise of a good friendship is that regardless of time or distance, when two good friends come together again, they will be able to revive and continue their friendship from where they left of. In my case, I am lucky to have four wonderful souls from my past who has made it thus far with me in the present times & I am very much looking forward to forging a stronger bond with all of you in the future.



That’s it for my random post for today. It isn’t exactly that random is it? If it is, it wouldn’t exactly span till 1290 odd words would it? Well, I am long-winded at times. I really can’t help it. I really can’t help it even more so when I share it here; it is a joy that I look forward to everyday.

Cheers, to every one of my fellow readers!
May the Force be with You!
Love, love, love!



Countries of the World

This post is written to reflect the words that I had in mind while I was working with two group of kids; one group of Caucasian Americans while the other group were French. This post is also not made in any sort of order but is written according to what pops up in my mind first and this post is something like the 25 Random Facts about me which has been a sensational hit ever since I posted it many months ago. Yet up till this very day, I have no clue as to why that post is so popular till date. Nevertheless, I’ll always be thankful to have a loyal readership count of silent readers. Better than nothing right? So take a moment to make that cuppa latte and savour the aroma as you delve greater depths into knowing me.

E N J O Y !






Map of France

France is the only country (other than Holy Land of course) that I would love to visit before I hit the grave. To be proposed on top of Eiffel Tower, to have a wonderful R&R at St. Tropez while I sip a glass of Lychee Martini, to have a quick glimpse of the English Channel, to be invited to the Cannes Film Festival and to visit The Alps from the French’s point of view will definitely be the top 5 things I want to be able to experience in this lifetime.

Yes, the French are notorious for being snooty and arrogant but with a country with spectacular architecture giants like Eiffel, Arc de Triomphe & Notre Dame, who wouldn’t be?




             Hindi Language                       French Language

Hindi and French are the only two languages in the world which I find seductively fascinating. Hearing any North Indian man talking in Hindi over the phone or in person will make me melt, especially if he is wearing a kurta. As for French, even a group of French boys speaking in French (like during work today) was enough to make me go weak trying to pick up the language from them on the spot. These two languages are so polite that even if they are cursing you in their respective tongues, you as a foreigner will definitely think they are complimenting you to no end.

And for the record, I want to learn both languages as that will give me a 50-50 chance of marrying either an Indian or a French. Both will work for me and both will grant me wonderful exotic looking future generations, hee hee. I so can’t wait!




Map of Seychelles

She sells sea shells on the seashore.

 Try saying that 5 times in a breath – the major tongue twister back during my primary school days which introduced me to this wonderful group of islands located in Africa, slightly off the top of Madagascar.

Seychelles is my dream honeymoon destination due to its deep blue and crystal clear waters and the real safari adventure just waiting to pounce at you when you walk out of the resort islands. Also, these islands are green islands and have been virtually untouched by the pollution of irresponsible humans and it’s nice to know that somewhere in this world, the true beauty of Mother Nature still exists and coexists with the people who truly respect her. Plus, who knew Africa would have island postcard photos such as these?

Seychelles View 1

Seychelles View 2

Seychelles View 3




Switzerland, home of The Alps & popular winding roads such as the following three,

Saint Gothard Pass, Switzerland

Stelvio, Switzerland

Grimsel Pass Descent, Switzerland

… is the one country I’d love to migrate and retire in should Singapore be too expensive to live in. No, I am dead serious. No jokes about that. If the government raises the GST rates anymore, I will pack my bags, find an old man to marry and inherit his million buckeroos before stepping foot on Singapore shores. Till then, you can always find me walking up and down one of these winding roads till I have enough to come back to Singapore.




HKG's Junk Boat

Hong Kong is the first country that I’ve stepped foot on my own without my parents or family in tow after I turned 16. In fact, the week-long Hong Kong trip was a few months shy of my 19th birthday and I went there with my ex-boyfriend and 3 classmates. We had a blast yes, but the trip also brought forward many quirks about my friends and ex-boyfriend which turned out to be an eye-opening experience. I’d love to go there again someday; to eat piping hot dimsums in the morning with the porridge, hearing so much Cantonese words even in Turkish restaurant, and going into MacDonalds and be amused by the fact that their menus serve pork burgers and they don’t serve chilli sauce at all. It was a wonderful, wonderful experience; I loved it very much and came back home with a Tiffany & Co too!

My Very Own Tiffany

(Apologies for the lousy picture quality; camera was my ex’s lousy Sony camera with a freaking 512 MB Memory Card with lousy Auto-Focus capabilities.)

Sure, it was a counterfeit Tiffany & Co jewellery but the fact is that Ladies Street is filled to the brim with those counterfeits; you just can’t help purchasing one even though your conscience keeps pleading with you to feel the least bit guilty about it.




Bintan, Indonesia

… was the place I ran to in search of a much-needed break after I ended my relationship with my ex-boyfriend. I went there with an ex-colleague just to “escape” the trials and tribulations of the matters at hand and also to renew my strength and faith in love. The relationship lasted a good three years before I pulled the plug on it due to the ex-boyfriend being an immensely possessive and demanding boyfriend and Bintan was the only country I had enough cash to splurge on. Rumor has it that the ex-boyfriend went to Europe to get over me for three whole weeks; well, he ought to go there after swindling my money for a good three years and refusing to pay a single cent for anything during the course of the relationship. Yes, he is that stingy. That’s why I despise stingy men ‘cos I know my parents taught me to always give and never to be stingy.




Map of Southeast Asia

Southeast Asia is the sub-continent that I want to travel to before I get married. The least that I want to do is to travel to the main attractions of Southeast Asia and get to know my own Asia before I venture out of Asia. Countries like Thailand, Vietnam, Burma, India, China are the kinds of countries that I’d love to immerse myself in as after all, we live near each other thus if we don’t visit out own neighbours, nobody else will. After conquering Southeast Asia, I will want to head Down Under to finally fulfill my dream of visiting my favorite guyfriend in Sydney and sleep under a blanket of stars with him as company as it is one of the missions that he has to do with me whether he likes it or not, hee hee.



Political Map of Singapore

Regardless of how expensive this tiny “dot of an island” is on the world map, Singapore is the only place I can confidently say that is home. As far as I can, I would love to grow old on this island and watch my future generations flourish under the good governance of the government and at the same time, be able to appreciate the country’s every step to make it the most accessible country / island in the world.

SMRT Transport Network

The picture above is the possible future of the train network in Singapore (those in light blue, navy blue, grey, mustard yellow & orange are the future plans in the works). Tell me how can I not call this home when even being stuck at the other end of the island won’t take me more than a two-hour journey back home? This is home, my home; all 647 square metres (and counting!) of it.





I think that is enough of trivia about me today, I don’t wish to end up boring you fellow readers out there. Nevertheless, hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend ahead!

Sleep tight World!

Diwali at Sentosa

First & foremost, I would like to have the pleasure to wish my dear Hindu / Indian readers (especially Martian-Tartian & Rajan-Majan) a wonderful and spiritually uplifting day today.

Happy Diwali!

I sincerely hope the purple packets are coming fast and furiously. I believe purple is the signature color for Indians right? Red packets for Chinese, green packets for Malays hence that leaves us with purple for the Indians. Sorry Martian, I know you loathe purple as much as I love it 😀

But look on the bright side, I have a new color of the moment which is fast taking over purple off the #1 spot.

Dark Teal Indian Outfit

(Yes, of course I had to include an Indian outfit. It is Diwali after all.)

Yes, my new favorite color of the moment is a shade of vibrant teal mixed with dark turquoise! Just talking about the color is exciting enough for me, I must seriously be insane man. But anyway, I have yet to add outfits in this shade to my wardrobe yet as I come from a warm-skin-tone kind of background and any shade of blue or green (considered a “cool” color) is not flattering to my skin. So here we go again shopping around for new color inspirations in the shades of teal and turquoise. But rest assured, my outfit for my wedding will 101% definitely be in a shade of purple.


I realise I am going away from the main topic for the second time in this post, I should get started on it before my attention gets diverted away again.


For the record, I totally forget that the day I intended to suntan would be a public holiday. It took me an entire train ride to Harbourfront to realise that I am travelling out of my home on a Public Holiday. I honestly don’t ever  travel out of my home on a PH; the thought of squeezing through the 5 million plus population (Can you believe it? This tiny dot of an island has 5 million people living on it! Okaye, I am changing topics again. Shut UP You Braincells, stop talking to me!) scares the shit out of me and I try my darndest to stay home on most PHs. Not as though staying home is a chore for me; I love staying home actually.

But anyway, since I have already woke up bright and early despite clocking less than 5 hours’ the previous night, I decided to go ahead with my tanning plans and head to Sentosa and fight for my spot of that even tinier piece of island to tan my skin which was in a dire need of color. I headed to Beard Papa to get those,

Beard Papa's

awfully yummilicious custard puffs in a box of six (Yes, I am that much of a greedy glutton) and headed to Level Three of Vivocity to take a train ride to Sentosa Island when I was greeted with a jaw-dropping sight. Trust me when I say I was literally transported to some densely-populated Indian stated filled to the entire square metres of the area with Indian men dressed in long-sleeved shirts and trousers.


It’s a freaking island and the heat is sweltering beyond my inner core, who on earth wears long-sleeves and trousers to the beach? Also, it’s Diwali; aren’t the Indian population supposed to be holed up in the temples and out with their families and friends to do the yearly visiting? Seriously, it was then and there that I could visualise my idyllic rendezvous with the beach hunks beneath the palm trees crumbling and disintegrating to dust in seconds.


Before I get lambasted with racial abuse from the Indians, allow me to clarify my situation here. I have nothing  against Indians; I love each and every one of them for contributing to the world history and for inventing this particular food called papadum. But look man, it’s Diwali, who on earth gets dressed to the nines and head to the beach holding another dude’s hands? Good Lord. It’s like a flock of male Indians dressed to the nines, holding each others’ hands the way a couple does. I beg not to know if the entire population of Indian men I saw today are gay men ‘cos the sight is utterly repulsive. Now again, I’ll say that I have nothing against gay men either. But in this situation, if they are really gay, I have to say that the choice of Indian candidates I have when it comes to marriage will prolly be just a meagre 1/8 of the current Indian men population I have at stake. Damn, that is so not good news for me.

Moving on, there is this capricious rumor about how the foreign workers (who make up a majority of the Indian nationals here) have this “thing” about women.

They (I am not saying all but a majority here) have this common way of looking at women and this manner that they look at women reeks of insane inability to control their lusts. I am not saying it is wrong to appreciate a woman (or women in this case) but do they actually have to look at a woman with their eyes transfixed at the woman’ s assets and have this dirty look on their faces as you see their eyes visually viewing you like meat about to be stripped to the bone?

It is utterly, disgustingly, revolting and gross to the core and the thought of it is exceptionally off-putting.

So imagine my (and the other women beach-goers) horror when a decent trip to tan by the beach in Sentosa is disrupted by the 1038505 Indian men gawking, peeking, stealing glances and video-ing us when we are lying on the beach with little clothing to keep our modesty in check. Okaye, you may say we ask for the attention to be looked / stared / gawked / wolf-whistled at when we trot around the island in our bikinis but I’ll ask you this, who on earth goes to the beach covering their skins?

We have a motive to go to the beach. Okaye, maybe not everyone else but I know I do. My motive to go to the beach is to tan, sit amongst beautiful people who have sky-rocketting self-confidence and lay on the sandy beaches as I curl up to a good book till the sun sets. But how can I possibly do that when the entire populations of Indian nationals are gawking, wolf-whistling, video-taping me and my every actions? That’s invasion of privacy and what am I to do? Report to the authorities about every single man who is video-taping or passing dirty remarks at me? I will end up not having a good time on the beach wouldn’t I? It sure seems as though they have never seen a woman in her bikini and have to video-tape every single action that she makes. Only God knows what the heck they do to those videos they take.

Okaye major eeks, it’s gross enough just thinking about what they do with it.

But anyway, I’d say I had a fabulous time by the beach today with my companion being my bodyguard the entire time despite the over-populated Sentosa island today. He wasn’t supposed to be my bodyguard but just out of safety concerns, he had to so that the other leery men will keep their eyes off my body. For that, I am thankful I was well-taken care of. But that will definitely not make me want to head to the beach the next time Diwali comes again next year. It is an experience never to forget.

(Note to readers: This is just a ranting post, any offended individuals are sincerely welcomed to comment regardless.)

A Spritual 29 Days Ahead

My Salvation

Yesterday marks the first month of Ramadan and for once, I intend to make this fasting journey a spiritual one. I don’t have to elaborate here what kind of spiritual journey I am going to take as I would like to keep it between me and Him but I do want you all to know that I am going to save an extra prayer for each and every one for being in my life and for making my life the way that it is now; contented, happy and blessed.


To those who are in this fasting journey alongside me, may our faiths in God and ourselves banish the inner demons in us and bring us back to the correct path. May we fill our days and nights with nothing but good things, good thoughts and good prayers for Him, family, friends and ourselves.

To my lovely friends who are of different faiths but are indirectly affected by my fasting journey, please do not hesitate to ask me out. Fasting doesn’t mean living has to stop as some may perceive.


On a gluttony note, listed below are the food that I am very, very, very looking forward to this Ramadan:

Dendeng / BBQ-ed Meat
Lemang & Ketupat with Serunding & Rendang
Air Katirah & Air Mata Kucing
Honey Cornflakes & Mum’s Pineapple Tarts

Oh yummy.


Here’s to a wonderful fasting month ahead for one and all!


A Birthday That Came & Went

Today marks one month, one week after my inaugural twenty-first birthday.

As for the few of you who are invited to read this wordpress site of mine, you know each of you are tasked to do a birthday mission with / for me. To date, I have given out 5 out of the 7 cards I was supposed to give out. Actually, I was supposed to be left with just one card that I am going to do for myself; sort of like the icing on the cake for my 21st birthday missions and it was meant to be done on the tail-end of the month of July ’09 after all the other missions from the other people are finished. Fast forward till now, I have one envelope which has yet to be picked up by someone and two other pending birthday missions which have yet to be completed.

This brings me to another point. The two who has yet to complete the birthday mission cited reasons as frequent travelling and a life-changing moment as the reasons to why their specific missions are still not completed and I have to say I am deeply disappointed. Why? Because I put everyone ahead of myself and at the crux of the moment when the tables are turned, you do not live up to it. I know this birthday is the least bit urgent thing as compared to my other news like about Dad getting cancer and all but what I wanted out of the birthday missions was to see who are people who put me first, or at least among the first in their lives.

Family obviously put me first and I celebrated my birthday twice with them, once on the 5th of July ’09 and another time at the start of this month of August ’09. Honestly, I had a blast and it was nice to see me being on the limelight among the group of people sitting on the same table as me. Also, I had a friend who all the way down here from a country seven hours away and he celebrated my birthday in the simplest of ways even before I handed him the envelope. How simple? He just was there, his presence was all that mattered to me.On top of that, another friend has to go through an ankle surgery which was scheduled a few days after my birthday and she made her own creative effort to make sure the mission was completed even before July reached the half-way mark. Mind you, she was on a cast and wasn’t able to walk after the surgery for the next eight weeks and she gave me a goodie bag of presents which made me cry buckets in public – Muzzy can vouch for that.

I feel very blessed and lucky to have a family who dotes on me so much and makes sure the limelight is fixated on me during the entire outing and also, I am very lucky to have two friends who made sure the missions turned out right and on time before the deadline.

What about the other two? You two are just as close but up till now, the missions are postponed time and time over. It’s not the items that I want so badly. I just want to be that wee bit more important in your life for once in a lifetime. To you it may just be a birthday mission but to me, it speaks volumes about how the friendship is viewed from your end. I’m not out to bring up the good things I’ve done, I just want that bit of limelight which I have always shone on you when we do hang out together. Even if it’s just eight seconds of the limelight, I’ll take it. I never ask for anything from you, only this once I want my birthday to be a wee bit different than usual. I never write out and send birthday lists of what I want a month before my birthday; not even once. I even bought seven sets of new outfits for the seven missions – especially for the celebration you know? This 21st birthday will be the first and definitely the last that I craft out seven birthday missions for all to choose. I don’t think I can subject myself to another year of disappointment. For the remaining missions left, please don’t put the emphasis on the birthday. I think the birthday moment has come and gone; it’s already more than a month since.

Is it too much to ask for, really?

Friendship Quote

That is my promise, will you promise the same too?


I love my friends very much, so much so that I will take a bullet for them even without hesitating. But would they do the same for me? Maybe some, but definitely not all.

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