When its best that you leave your tongue with the cat

After last night, I realised that exes can never be real friends and definitely not best friends. And there are some things that are better left untold, unsaid, unexplained and forgotten.



After last night, I realised we can never be as close like we were before no matter how long time has passed and how distance had separated us. Neither can I trust him or can he trust me anymore. It's just not the same. And it can't be helped.



In a way it's sad. It's like bidding farewell to someone whom you know won't be returning. A funeral of emotions.

But I guess it's for the better as we move on to live separate lives; as he has moved on and now for me, I really can move on.

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P/s: I just returned from the land of the rising sun and where people accepts you dressed up as a 21 year old "live-doll" -lace aprons, feather duster in hand and blonde wig. Pictures soon. I am missing my state of the art 7 stars hotel room. A girl's gotta be spoiled rotten in Park Hyatt. Le sigh.

The pain on the forehead

Im sitting here rubbing my forehead. The pain has been there since this morning. Thinking it was a pimple waiting to pop up, I soon realized that the pain was actually a minor bruise which was caused by me knocking my forehead on the hard surface of my metal bangle last night during dinner with N & J, a move I pull very much as a drama queen, a reflex reaction to something funny/ironic/stupid/sarcastic.

Thinking back I feel damn stupid ok.

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But dinner was fun with N & J, fun we havent had together in a really long time eversince our last trip to my Siamese homeland. Ginger ale, pastas and salad taste way better with good company. Mental note to thyself : more of such meetings please!

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Am leaving to the land of the rising sun, 100 Yen shops and Harajuku fashion next week for work. Excited yet stressed, thinking of what beholds me when I come back. Sigh what else but work. I'm shitting bricks next month I tell ya.

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Warehouse sales seem to come aplenty. Anyone up for Dior bags/shoes/clothes or cosmetics/fragrances/skin care? Drop me a comment if you do. Plus point - cheap bargains. Not so plus point - working on weekends.

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I bought a leopard print dress today at 50bucks. My first leopard print piece of clothing. Feeling really proud, not sure if its a bargain or am letting the wild side of me come out. Cougar anyone? All I need now is some hot ass cubs. yums.
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Smell that?

I haven't been updating as much as I promised to. I know I know. This time ain't the laziness, because you know I am friggin checking my work email and co-ordinating my work-shat on my friggin day off. Tell me I am not turning into a workaholic?

As I am typing this I am 'chap-seeing', not that is not a another word for sight seeing, but plainly in chinese - picking up shit. Yea, shit from work. Loads.

In a normal conversation between employees in my company:

Employee #1 : What're you doing?
Employee #2 : I'm a kuli (underpaid, overworked employee of the year a.k.a slave) And you?
Employee #1 : I'm a 'toh yeh heong' (underpaid, overworked employee of the year a.k.a professional crap disposer)

And we all thought that fashion is glamourous didn't we?

Karla's closet

Fashion bloggers are the new inspiration. Not only do they influence the way we ordinary folks dress but they have a strong influence on the big fashion labels too. They receive as much press as celebrities and fashion designers with magazine features and interviews.

I follow the likes of fashion blogger really closely, like Lulu from everbodyisugly and chictopia, Agathe from stylebytes and a little closer to home Chelle a Malaysian living in OZ from stit-stit, bamboostereo and now her new project muffstit. I love how they put clothes together, not necessary designers, but a mix of normal clothes, vintage and something you chuck at the back of your closet 5 years ago. They make dressing up effortless, and self photography easy (which I am still struggling to master).

I find this particular fashion blogger a real muse. Karla's Closet

I love her chic, not necessarily mass, alittle eccentric yet well put together style.

I love how she puts together blazers, mini skirts, maxis, tights, and ridiculously high bondage fierce shoes - things which I absolutely love right now. A little of Kate Moss, a little of Nicole and a little of Audrey Hepburn.

Never was such pleasure that came from this bondage

I gotta say this. I love bondage.
I love the thrill of being tied up, smothered and whipped with leather, chain and ball.
The pain -oxymoron as it sounds - gives me pleasure. Extremely.
Who wouldn't be put in these shoes.



Some inspirations seen in whowhatwear who scooped it up from the recent fashion week in NY.



Orgasmic innit? Brings new meaning to foot fetish.

Of old friends and new. Of new places and old.

I think age is catching up. Or perhaps I am catching up to age.

No longer am I the snobby one who sticks to her own group of friends and visit places I am only familiar with.

I guess when you grow up, others do as well. They change they go with the flow. I guess you have to as well.

Yesterday I felt like i grew up. I met new friends, introduced old ones to new. Went to places I never been before and liked it all.

I'm no longer restricting myself to things I already know.

The horizon is wide, the world big and age is not reversing its digits.

I can't wait to travel more!

*big smiles*

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Btw, dream man for sale. 20 kilos only

Can I take it on?

Like I'm tech stupid

I gotta admit, I'm not a tech geek.

And in the most unfashionable or un-happening of ways, it actually took my 61 year old dad to help me connect my 6 year old (in tech age : antique) laptop to the internet, wireless if I may add. I was pretty impressed when he explained to me in the his tech language how he did all that.

So thanks to daddy, I am writing this in my living hall, one eye on the tv, and dinner on my lap. Whoa. .talk about multi tasking and wireless technology.

This would also mean I'll be updating more often, at the delight (I hope) of my supportive friends who have been bugging me to entertain them through this humble blog. You can tell they aren't very busy workaholics don't you?