End of February already? How swift is time!

Sometimes, I’m scared that life would just past me by. During my last information security class, I dived into my memories and tried retrieving things at the very bottom so that I can pretend to write something down. By bottom I mean my toddler years.

I remembered the many picture books I used to look at. If there is one book that defines my early stage of existence, it has to be “Goldilocks and the Three Bears”. No special meanings (or perhaps I’m not yet enlightened), just in case I forget.

I wonder if all those picture books made me who I am, because I’ve always been a visual person. I was never good at numbers or languages. And it is just too bad that the education here completely disregards people like me. So much that I spent half my life being bored and ignoring my future. I thought I knew about my future, my school told me everybody ends up becoming a teacher or Dilbert. Untrue. Everyone ends up in the bank. You know, that place where Uncle Scrooge McDuck goes for his daily swim? Ah! I should have known!

Knowing more doesn’t mean my future have since evolved into a paradise of endless possibilities and merriment. But at least I no longer try to ignore questions I have about the things I do. When you love what you do, you have no questions. And with love, you learn to give and take. Can’t complain.

Singapore Airshow 2008. Bigger resolutions here. I told you I was in a good spot, at a table with good food is always a nice place to be. The show was a nice touch to my lunch though.

Luscious and extravagant typography and illustrations. Pomme Chan impresses. Sidenote, the Bunny Conspiracy goes on, only too blatant in this case. The question remains, what is with this fixation on bunnies.

The madness from the past few days is dying down. I can finally take a lil’ breather and indulge in a some Gossip Girl tonight before moving on to meet the next deadline. Airshow pictures tomorrow!

Ooh. I like. Cute paintings and a lovely little boutique. View more.

I’ve been super busy lately. Reports, test, presentations, ISO Audit, Singapore Airshow 2008, term paperssss. Buzzed, and loving it. I’ll post some pictures from the Airshow, I was in a really good location, sweet!

I cooked, I cooked! First time I cook for Baby! It was also the first time I cook something all by myself (because home economics doesn’t count). I didn’t have a lot of time to prepare. We were having breakfast and he had to run off for a short while. I was supposed to accompany him but I told him that I will cook lunch instead. With eyebrows in the air, he took off and I walked over to the supermarket to figure out what to buy.

Things I’ve learned.

Scoring well in Cooking Mama doesn’t mean you’re a good cook even though Cooking Mama likes you to believe so.

Fundamental cooking techniques that you can visualize doing in your head are nothing more than visualizations. For example, I thought cutting chicken strips from chicken breasts is common sense. But when I was holding the actual piece of meat in my hands, I had no idea where to start so that I end up with uniformed strips of meat. I went Googling and learned about some butterfly cut or whatever you call that.

Food have the potential to turn out so hideous that it gave me such a hard time trying not to laugh.

Uncooked prawns are gross. Yuck.

So anyway, to cut the long story short… Yesterday, we had “Chili and Garlic Prawns”, “I don’t know what you call this” and Teochew Porridge for lunch!

The chicken is quite nice k. I don’t mind having some now.

Fafi and Me

She signed the Fafinette figurine that I bought.

My Fafinette figurine comes alive!

More pictures here.

Led to this…

Win already lor, I am officially the evil person in this relationship lor. Don’t you girls hate it? You are fuming mad and feel justifiably so. Then he pulls off stunts like this and makes you feel really bad for being petty. Anyway BaoBao Tan, you look very cute in that shirt yesterday. =)

I’m going to see Fafi later, 3pm in Tang Orchard. I’ll try to get a picture! No one I told is excited to go. But they sound excited for me. Sweet.

I don’t understand why but my Valentine’s Day always sucks.

I hope your day went well, even if you’re not with anyone. Ironically, those Valentine’s Days that didn’t suck fell on days when I was single. At the end of the day, who else can you rely on more than yourself right?

And like they say “You’re never truly single as long as you have yourself.”

So far, I am my best Valentine.

By the way, my favourite person in the world turns sweet sixteen on 13th.

Love her to bits!

*laughs* Sums up what I want to say to people who unabashedly claim that the Edison Chen’s scandal pictures are definitely photoshopped. Unless you use Photoshop (using crop, image adjustments or filters does not count), you should just keep your stupid opinions to yourself.

Besides, I rather believe that if anyone is that brilliant with photoshop, he/she would have better things to do.

On other news, Jane directed me to this talented illustrator much closer to home.

I’m falling in love with Sophie Black. (sidenote: I spotted a bunny! Proves my Bunnies Conspiracy)

I am also thrilled to find out that Sok Kuan was behind this amazing pixel art publicity poster for Navy Open House 2007. When it first came out, I was scrutinizing it so much my eyes hurt.

Gorgeous new artwork for the world to gawk at. View More

I wonder if I would ever blow USD12k on a piece of art. Very silly when I know nothing about art investments. On a sidenote, I think many girls would rather use that money to “invest” in a Birkin Bag. Hmm. Nice meh?

Speaking of designers bags, I wanted a Chanel Classic Flap. Baby’s sister has one and I was asking him where she got it.

Him: Nice meh, I think it looks auntie.
Me: Ok lah.
Him: You want I’ll buy for you from Europe.
Me: No… don’t spoil my plans.
Him: How much is it.
Me: 4 k?
Him: What! For a tiny bag?
Me: Still want to buy for me or not.
Him: Yea, if you really want it.
Me: Sure or not.
Him: If I bring back don’t complain huh.
Me: No…if you buy I’ll have to pay you back and since I don’t really want it anymore, I’ll be very pissed off.
Him: Hahaha!

Singaporean men complain that the women here are too independent and feministic. But in this instance, I think we all can agree that it is a good thing.

Anyway, I was asking Pearlyn why she has ceased blogging and was informed that the links to my blog comments are not appearing in Internet Explorer. Just so you know IE users, the link has been hiding at the bottom of every entry all these while. You can see it with magical eyes or Ctrl+A, whichever is more convenient. I guess I can try doing something about it. Or I can change a new layout altogether. I love having options so much I’m gonna procrastinate taking them.

I LOVE white-washed wooden floors like these.

I’m also loving the vintage photo effects I blogged about. The original picture looks like this.

Thanks to Fang, who sent me her Photoshop Actions, I’m tempted to bring all my pictures back in time.

I love it but I can’t say the same for my parents. They’ll be all “Tell me I didn’t grow old to see Technology do just that.”

Second day of Chinese New Year. After that, I got lazy about taking pictures. I don’t know how people are able to do it all the time. I find it a hassle to even fish out the camera from my bag. In fact, I find it a hassle to look for anything in my bag. It takes ages and you’ll never know what you might find. A movie ticket stub from twenty years ago? Entirely possible.

All Lunar New Year related pictures are in this album. I’ve had quite enough of Chinese New Year. The conscious effort of preventing an argument is making me quarrelsome. Ok, that sounds like a bullshit explanation for my foul mood.

I’ve got to go. I have a sick and very poor thing boyfriend to attend to. Tata.

Anyway, I have a new art find, something more girls can identify with. Prada.

But more specifically, James Jean.

The Tekong trip was wonderful. It began with a tour around the Basic Military Training Centre. The afternoon was spent playing fun games that require camouflaging, tent pitching, hide and seek and lots of walking, which I like. Dinner was a really good barbeque in the middle of nowhere. The stars were watching, it was quite lovely.

One of the most memorable moments was when we were all squeezed into a 5 tonner heading back to the ferry terminal. We were all tired, the air stank of sweat, someone broke into a song…and it felt so much like my NPCC days. I closed my eyes and felt like a kid again.

I was about to gripe about being back in the city. But why spoil the Lunar New Year Aye? Happy CNY everyone! Enjoy the Holidays!

Top: The Office Plushies enjoy 鱼生. My reunion dinner earlier.
Bottom: What I wore. I was testing the photoshop vintage effect that I absolutely adore but I obviously need to to try harder.

The photographer is only 15. When I was 15, I was watching the Teletubbies. Or was that 16? Hmm.

I find Goodbye My Lover (bottom left) particularly heart-breaking. View more.

Anyway, a summary of my weekend. I’ll be going to Pulau Tekong for a short camping trip tomorrow. Don’t miss me!

Yummy home-made Sushi + American Gangster + Being a Girl at City Plaza + Sakae Sushi at Suntec City + Shopping at Vivocity + Ice-cream Chef + Tears on my pillow + Waltz of the Flowers + Drenched in Bugis + Hot Shower + Warm Nap + A Silly Fight + Bunny through the peep-hole + Fish Soup Supper + Falling Asleep on Bunny’s lap

This is the story on how we met. I remember everything, clear as day.

The first thing that went through my head the moment I first saw him was “Mmm. Quite cute.”.

He was with a group of friends and someone told me and Aileen that he was a national swimmer. I rolled my eyes and pretended to care. I’m not naturally attracted to jock types. But to be honest, it did caught my attention.

Things changed when I asked one of them to point out the nicest person among them and he pointed to Marcus without much thought. *grins*

From then, I felt something going on between us, maybe it was because he kept staring at me! He still denies this. In other words, he thinks I am imagining things, which is insulting because that is something I don’t practice, just ask my magical unicorn.

This is what he says
m a r c u s says (10:21 AM):
i was pretending not to stare at u but trying to catch a few glimpses here and there

When I was leaving, I wondered if he was ever gonna ask for my number. I might have lingered a bit longer…

He eventually did, after some encouragement from Aileen. By encouragement, I mean death threats and a small request to “Grow some balls”. It worked. Thank you, Aileen. You might have given me a happily ever after. If not, I hope there’s a goods exchange policy.

Is it usual for people to remember the moments when they first lay their eyes on someone? I don’t, save for a few. One happened exactly a year ago, and it changed my life.

While the other room is so hideously pink (Hideous and pink, never thought I would use them together.). This one is so dainty and sweet. View more.

Anyway, I saw this article about visual communication and remember why I’m in the information industry in the first place. But I’m inching towards the science of information instead because that is what businesses are interested about.

Computer visual communication haven’t gain the romance of traditional art. And while waiting, I was sold to concepts of usability.

However, I still think that artistic angles to computer visual communication will happen. Practicality can be artistic. Architecture is one fine example.

*edits*

Everyone seems to be talking about the Edison Chen Scandal. I’m slow at this but I don’t know who those girls are anyway. But at least, I’m not the only clueless person around.

* { n u } ★▪▫▪((prismatic)) says (2:13 PM):
you read about the edison chen scandals?
*aileen* says (2:13 PM):
no
whos edison chen
* { n u } ★▪▫▪((prismatic)) says (2:13 PM):
HAHAH win