music of the night

mascots, materialism and macarons

this blog has lost perspective. calvin doesn't jump off his swing anymore. i need a new mascot and spongebob doesn't cut it. i could try amelie, but she's nothing in black and white. what am i left with then, to fill the empty space below my idiosyncrasies?

apparently my horoscope said that since sept 2007 until early november, the stars have enjoyed messing around with my life. apparently for my good. unfortunately, i do feel this is true. if only they had the courtesy to tell me about these little drama scenes in advance, i wouldn't have gotten fussed over so many things in the first place. but for starters, i am thankful that the black septembers are over, and proudly, with the help of many many important people and my self, i have survived.

this also means it is time to adopt a new mascot, calvin was and will always be a special eccentric to me, but we need to move on.

here are a few suggestions:

1. phua chu kang - knowing how much i despise his mole

2. little miss sunshine - i could always use some cheering up

3. my blender -preferably in its immacculate form, it's lime green by the way

4. my lomo diana F+ - the poor things never been developed properly

5. an iphone - so that i can relish the things i don't have

6. mcdonalds logo - to remind me to stay away from that FAT and the coupons

7. ice cream - a long term relationship that hasn't managed to melt away

8. things in general - to remind me of my futile, utterly materialistic existence

9. a macaron - because you know how much i love this french stuff

10. coco chanel - not herself, but the tatou version, just because she used to be amelie

i would add rowing to the list, but i need to test the waters in terms of endurance. my best bets on the macaron, because ideally, that's my slice of life!

her royal fussiness and the scull

picky. persistent. fussy. perfectionist wannabe.

if you put all the idiosyncrasies together, it would make a terrible concoction of bitch-flavoured attitude.

however, i must say, apart from exercising my royalty, i enjoyed sculling (or whatever little i tried my hands on). after this i intend to revisit my windsurfing abilities, perhaps canoeing, and some rock climbing.

also, if you're ready to brace the 'oh-so-many' stairs to old school at mount sophia, do check out the exhibition 'labyrinth'. expressive and exotic works of art on display.

this note was typed with bogota blackberried finger nails. maybe next week, you'll be swept away by some miami beet.

adieu for now,

HRF - her royal fussiness

Princess Amelie of the Internet

the first signs of ageing...

sometimes it's not easy to realise that times change. you make mistakes. you get older. maybe wiser. maybe not. atleast someone else can learn from your mistakes.

as clichéd as change has become, it's something we all need to learn to embrace. it's never easy. sometimes it's self-inflicted, sometimes it's wanted, and sometimes it's a shocking revelation.

for example, when i was gifted my first anti-ageing skincare treatment. i never thought i would be below the quarter century mark when i used my first collagen filled eye contour cream. my initial reaction was shock. slight sadness, but ultimately, acceptance. in fact, i do have fine lines around my eyes and it's better to get over the denial stage and start dealing with it. within a week, i can see a difference.

in life, i've had my share of unexpected change. a period of drought in the social scene, montonous existence and basically more 'me' time than i wanted to have. ultimately i pulled through this with the help of my family and friends. sometimes you can count the number of people on one hand, if you're lucky on two. it's during these times you nurture friendships that last. you know that whenever you really need them, they will pull through for you, and you for them. no matter what.

their shoulders will be soaked with your tears. their ears deaf with your repeated stories. immeasurable hugs. sometimes, their phone bills are hiked because they call you at 4 in the morning from some freezing house, just to make sure you will sleep alright. they will also drive you to and from semenyih and cameron in a day. go on aunty holidays with you. drive you 1.5 hrs to the airport on a scooter. send you a daily dose of youtube videos. wear green stickers with you, just for kicks. encourage the yoga-er to kickbox and twist. talk to you in french on demand, encourage your work. not leave unless theres a 'laugh' :P. cook with you. eat chips and salsa on a HOT sticky day. watch horrible/ingeniouous movies together. party all night...sometimes with feathers...

these memories could go on and on.. with every new day, they keep increasing.

and i know i am truly blessed. Sometimes, like the collagen cream, it just takes a change to open up your eyes...