Obsession

For whoever in love now, especially my beloved friends and relatives, and anyone who could be reading this post.

Chris Brown's "With You" as my current obsession.

No, DH has NOT dedicated this song to me (or any other song that people had firmly believed he had probably crooned me with such that I had fallen in love with his voice instead).

And now, the video, capturing some of Brown's best footwork. So if you're not in love, don't fret. Take your time to master Brown's amazing steps.

Enjoy.

Bliss

My virgin experience of being a WAG was as blissful as I had pictured it to be.

All the bantering in one of my previous posts about wanting to be one has not gone on deaf ears.

I finally could appreciate seeing the lucky man playing his soccer and even scoring his first goal for the team (it must have been my presence, so magical that he was inspired to half-volley that ball in).

In addition to that, it must be to my credit that I asked him to pick no.9 (read: Torres) and I told him of Gerrard's words for Adidas "Don't visualize beating the keeper, visualize destroying the keeper." So apt for the poor keeper.

By the way, DH is a Man United fan. Those words of mine must had been music to his ears.

Now, I just have to wait for Newpaper to take notice of me and feature me in their long-gone section of the WAGs.

Ok, I am kidding alright, I don't think I'll have the guts to compete against those air-soccerheads.

But truly, I felt like true blue WAG.



I was watching the game, with a mat spread out, and a big umbrella sheltering me from the setting sun, just short of shades to complete the look.

Valent Time's Day

First of all, there is absolutely no typo error in the title above.

I wish to review Sofra Restaurant located at Beach Road Shaw Towers for giving me a hell of time wasted just waiting for the main course.

First of all, mispelling of my name on the reservation. Is my handwriting that awful?? I know it isn't. Bloody hell.

The setting was romantic, no doubt, with all the rose petals on the table. Don't mind my camera's flash; the lighting was dim, nice ambience no doubt.

Initial prompt service was given. My lentin soup, along with his cream of mushroom soup (one wonders why some people choose to stick to a Campbell soup taste when we're obviously dining in such style).

The heart-shaped bread that came with our soups, cliche I know. But cute nonetheless.

His lamb and beef kofte came a good 50 minutes after we actually asked the waiter to clear our soup and serve us the main course.

And then, came my burnt fried dory fish with cream sauce. Obviously, I couldn't finish it; not only the serving was huge, it came too late for my stomach, and yes, with that burnt taste to add.

Dessert called rowani (or revani) was then served 20-25 minutes later. By now, you can say it was already 9.15pm (and our reservation technically started from 7.45pm) so you could try to imagine our frustrations then.

Oh yes, while we had requested for our tea to come together with dessert, coming at a much anticipated period of 15 minutes after dessert came, the Turkish tea was probably really brewed from the country itself. No pictures by now.

I am only thankful that DH saved the whole day, by not turning up in some bouquet of overpriced roses.

Last, but not least, as a form of my random thoughts and personal encounter of February 14 2008...

I would never see road barriers in the same light again.

Ps: For more information of the road barrier, kindly get the details from the writer directly.

The Day of Cynical Love

February 14 comes as the day for businesses to bank in on some highly insensible consumers.

Set meals come at super-high inflated prices that you could never think of paying for some grilled dory fish.

A la carte menus are scrapped off the menu, leaving these poor couples with no choice but to indulge in the 3-course meals that would probably go to waste, bearing in mind that the ladies probably do not wish for their tummies to bulge under that gorgeous attire they spent so much effort in.

And of course, the newspapers on Friday will probably be brimming with radiant-looking couples who would have proposed to each other the night before.

And did you hear about the dinner on the tram ride at the Night Safari? I'll give those couples a standing ovation if they manage to keep the food and wine in their stomach by the time the ride ends.

Which brings to mind, just why the hell do people still celebrate such a cliched day for... love??

Everyday should be a Valentine's Day for these couples.

Why bother spending a bomb on all those roses when they are going to wilt and die anyway.

Red will turn brown anyway.

As if you don't know how much money even the market florists would make.

That's why, singles out there should enjoy their singlehood during this day.

Its a day when they can save up on their retail therapy.

Although they may start singing to Celine Dion's "All By Myself", its ok.

You're saving yourself another heartache of smashing your piggy bank.

No, I am not reassuring myself.

In fact, for this year, for the first ever freaking time, I've already decided on joining the inflation period with an already deflated wallet.

And should you ask how much effort I've put in so far, oh you definitely have no idea.

What a freaking lucky guy.

The Closure, The Beginning

Sometimes, you spend years trying to figure out those dreams you have of your past.

Most of the time, doing that only holds you back from what is ahead of you.

You just know that, deep down in you, those dreams happen because the other party also still have not let go.

It must have had been very difficult, I suppose, both parties trying to let go of each other for years.

And lastly, figuring out why both had to choose that option anyway.

But it only takes one final dream to knock the sense out of you.

The dream of a better future.

For that, I shall declare that that particular password-protected domain is no longer valid as of now onwards.

This is my new journey, and whether the road is a bumpy one, I shall embark it with my fullest dedication.

Ever Ever After

My take on Walt Disney's Enchanted is simple.

Absolute brilliance.

Everything about that true love kiss is, of course, cliched.

But you'd still end up hoping that you will find that true love who could kiss you and make you wake up to the whole new world around you.

My love for this story spins from my childhood where my mother would come back from work, waving a new Walt Disney fairy tale video tape in her hand.

And my cousins, siblings and I would watch Pinocchio till the end.

We'd even prance around, singing soprano to "Be Our Guest" as that chandelier and Mrs Teapot, swaying our hips to that Hawaiian feel of "Under The Sea" in the Little Mermaid and try to imagine the carpet we sat on would fly as in Aladdin.

I love fairy tales... When the time is right. ;)

Till then, lets enjoy a happy song.

Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true 
Deep down inside we want to believe they still do 
In our secretest heart, it's our favorite part of the story 
Let's just admit we all want to make it too 

Ever ever after 
If we just don't get it our own way 
Ever ever after 
It may only be a wish away 

Start a new fashion wear your heart on your sleeve 
Sometimes you reach what's real just by making believe 
Unafraid, unashamed 
There is joy to be claimed in this world 
You even might wind up being glad to be you 

Ever ever after 
Though the world will tell you it's not smart 
Ever ever after 
The world can be yours if you let your heart 
Believe in ever after 

No wonder your heart feels it's flying 
Your head feels it's spinning 
Each happy ending's a brand new beginning 
Let yourself be enchanted, you just might break through 

To ever ever after 
Forever could even start today 
Ever ever after 
Maybe it's just one wish away 
Your ever ever after 
Everever ever after 

(I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss) 

Oh, for ever ever after 

That Plastic Bag

My hate affair with trains has been extensively well-known among my closest peers. They make me stand from Bedok to virtually anywhere, whether its changing of the lines or not. Naturally, working in the CBD area came to pose a mental trauma to me due to the "die-die have to take train" thinking.

But again, I am truly blessed.

A private bus service, whether legal or not (in the words of Teh Halia), comes at 8.37am, right at the bus stop of my house and drops its passengers off at designated stops like Shenton Way, Anson Road etc at the price of $1.50.

An absolute solution of convenience for me, given that I sit all the way, aware of the 30 cents or more that I am saving, alongside with the extra time spent on my breakfast, makeup and hair.

Despite all these, I am still not blessed with one thing: Punctuality.

For 2 days straight in a row, I had to run to the bus stop, jaywalking the same road I was hit by the car before.

But again, I was greeted by positivity.

The driver actually waits for me.

Not only me, but the regular passengers that he could recognize their faces by. And he greets us as customers, not as SBS passengers.

True to amazement of this wonderful service, he came driving a different bus this morning.

I could not recognize it as it had no sign of the direction it was going.

But he honked at me and waved his hands, indicating that was my morning bus indeed.

What made this morning different was what made everyone smile as they boarded the bus.

Not the driver's enthusiastic greetings of "Good Morning!".

It was the plastic bag that he requested for the girl in the front row to hold the coins of the bus fare as there was no coin box.

Oh by the way, for the first time in my life, I received change when I put in a $2-note. Now how can that be similar to any other days...