Sunday, 2 September 2012

LONG TIME NO SEE = HONEST JUDGEMENT?

At a work dinner on Friday night at Mount Faber, an ex-colleague dropped by and commented casually, "Hey! You've lost weight."

My gosh, this is such a heavenly delight to the soul! Considering that I was just commenting casually in the previous entry hoping that I would lose some weight, and indeed, voila! Someone just had to comment on exactly that a week later! Coupled with the fact that I've not really been keeping up with exercise (read : pilates or workouts or sit-ups), this is such a pleasantly unexpected surprise. And, of course, this coming from someone whom I've not met in months (honest judgement!) is like the icing on the cake!

I'm still lightheaded with pure happiness! Gawww~

Ohhh... Let me preen. *contented sigh* 

Sunday, 26 August 2012

TIRED. BUSY. TIRED.

Have been up to my neck lately! So much so that my eyelids are feeling so mightily heavy at a mere 9.45pm on a Sunday night!

Was out the whole of yesterday (including a session of yoga). Woke at 7.30am this morning (on a Sunday! Sigh!) for work followed by spending some time at The Boyfriend's house before reaching home at 7.15pm! 

And this coming week is not getting any better. There's a course to attend tomorrow afternoon until 5pm, and followed by yoga at 5.45pm. On Tuesday, meeting The Boyfriend (yippie!!!) for dinner! On Wednesday, work finishes at 6pm, and followed by yoga (again!) at 7pm. On Thursday, work ends at 630pm. And on Friday, there's a work dinner to attend.


Oh, I foresee a lot of energy is going to be expended.

May I lose some weight. :)

Friday, 17 August 2012

COMEBACK

It has been quite a long while since this blog has been subjected to purposeful neglect. More than half a year, to be exact. For the past 6 months and more, I've been quite rather mindful of what I let on. This blog has always been (and still is) an intricate part of me, and indeed, cutting blogging off does have an effect no matter how I try to overlook it.

Most importantly, I do not need to change myself for anyone, particularly when there's no direct inter-personal connection. I owe this to myself.

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Plenty of things have been on my mind lately! For the past weeks, questions upon questions have been swarming my mind like pesky, stubborn flies - all of which I have no answers to. How I wish, at times, that the brain is like a light bulb; switching on and off at the flicking of a finger!

With the upcoming change of job (maybe might be hopefully most probably), there is this tingling feeling coursing through every fiber of my being. Like butterflies fluttering inside my body. Like red ants racing down the spine. Like million of jingle bells and ho-ho-ho. Of course, it is all exciting, and at times I can't wait for time to fast-forward; but undeniably, lurking sinisterly behind all this ecstasy is a pungent hint of unbearable suspense (which I hate!) and trepidation. And, oh, add on to the possibility of further studies. Gah! My mind is imploding! 

The most frustrating thing is : only time will unravel everything. As the saying goes, " 船到桥头自然直"!

Sunday, 5 August 2012

WITHIN A YEAR

It's scarily amazing how much things can change within a year - short though it may seem.
 
What more 2.

2 years ago, Feb 2009, I was counting eagerly towards the fulfillment of the bond. Can't wait to jet around countries and do all the traveling and meeting new people in new places and having fun adventures. It was with tangible regrets to give it up against my will after being offered a placement after all the effort and relentless series of interviews. I made a mental note to myself to try again once freedom is regained; something that has been lost for 7 years. 7 LONG YEARS.

2012. What mattered no longer do. Alright, maybe they still do, but significantly not as much. I still like to travel and chill. To visit countries and places of interest. To meet people, try untried food, experience new cultures. The only difference now is, there's something else that matters more than self-centered fun. And I'm not complaining one bit!

A couple of significant things have happened for the past 2 years (all of which are good!), and the thought of it makes me shudder a little. Should there be any take-home lesson to learn from, it can only be this : what seemed eagerly important might no longer be so 1 or 2 years down the road. Priorities. Similarly, whatever plans or direction we have right now for the next 1 or 2 years into the future may not turn out the way we had envisioned, though well-intented it may be. Priorities. Because priorities DO change.

I guess that's why it's important to get things right from the start.  Not to take things for granted. To decide on what is important; what are the things you will not let go of or compromise on. The rest of what remains are 'the mutables'; things that decidedly can be done with. Or without.

It is akin to an anchored ship against the wavering winds. Anchors hold us to the base ground, reminding us what we had decided on, rather than drifting along directionless according to the flippant calls of the winds. Because like winds, priorities do change.

Sunday, 22 July 2012

ONCE

Have been hearing (quite a bit) about Annie.  Am wondering is it worth watching.

On another note, Marketa Irglova is performing live in Singapore this August. Was flirting (casually) with the idea of catching the concert, but am not really sold on it. The plot of Once, the musical, sounds cliche and hardly out-of-the-world impressive (apologies to Once fans) and secondly, I am not crazy over the artist enough to spend that much on an-hour-plus concert.

Granted, I do like the songs "Falling Slowly" and "Go Back". Nice soothing music it is. Too bad liking 2 songs is not motivational enough!


Tuesday, 17 July 2012

HANDSOME AND GORGEOUS


Love.

Gaming.

Love gaming.


Love and gaming! 

Monday, 2 July 2012

WITH DESSERT THIS TIME ROUND

Last Saturday, I went for a spa package (at a delightfully special promotional price for first-time visitors only), courtesy of The Ultimate.

Initially, I was a tad worried about hard-selling tactics and poor customer service. Admittedly, I personally find spa a little too pricey to do at a regular basis (and by regular, I mean more than twice a year). It's okay for an occasional relaxing indulgence. Anyway, when I do spend on said indulgence, I would want one that is worth both the while and money.

What are some of my personal no-nos for a massage spa? Firstly, I don't want unskillful masseurs (of course!) and pushy hard-sell tactics. AND I don't like spa with pretty, young, overly-perfumed, and superfluous staff who are sooo slim, trendy, and gorgeous that I'll feel like an UGLY misfit just by being there!

What I want is just a relaxing and CLEAN environment, with staff (not young squeaky ladies) who know what they are doing and are happy, warm, and inviting. And there is one thing that I look out SPECIFICALLY for : hygiene. (so sue me for being a health freak, or for being a Biology/Chemistry major).

The last I went for a massage, it was only mediocre. It was all business, and then, go. I reached the massage center, changed into clean underpants and wrapped myself with a towel, the masseur came, massaged (the masseur was friendly, to be fair), massage was done, get dressed up, followed by some promotion package hard-selling, and then bye-bye!

It was fast. Efficient. Forgettable. And that was just it. 

Thankfully, The Ultimate does not disappoint. Upon arrival, a cup of warm chrysanthemum tea was served while I was filing up the routine form. Once done, I was first ushered into a cosy room (dimly lit at that, yippee!) which felt so homely and inviting. 



The masseurs provided me a pair of clean underpants and bath robe to change into. Following which, I was brought to an outdoor jacuzzi (by outdoor, it's not really 'al fresco' per se. Instead, it's a comfortably-sized container situated nicely atop the roof) for a good 20 minutes soak. It felt so heavenly splashing around like a mermaid, with bubbles and all!



(pictures courtesy of The Ultimate)

After the 20 minutes of warm soaking, I was redirected back to the room for a full body scrub. The scrub was pleasantly enjoyable; it didn't feel like my skin was getting ripped off! It was a REAL FULL body scrub; all the way down to the sole of the feet. It was unbearably ticklish that I couldn't keep from giggling (I've always been ticklish). After completing the full body scrub, the masseur brought me to the shower area, complemented thoughtfully with another clean bath robe, a towel, and another clean underpants. So pleased! Plus point!!!

After shower, I headed back to the room for a good full body massage. The masseur was definitely skilled, and checked with me once (around 5 minutes into the massage) regarding the pressure, and whether would I prefer lesser force. I replied in the negative, stating that the current firmness and force is just nice. True to her professional skills, her pressure remained relatively constant throughout the entire massage, which is really impressive. And she did not check with me again regarding the amount of force she was exerting (which I really appreciate, because I honestly have no wish to have my peaceful rest disrupted with every 30 minutes of, 'Is this pressure ok?').

The masseur gave good back petrissages and focused on my upper back, which I had indicated on my client form earlier. She worked patiently on my tight shoulders and attempted to loosen the muscle knots umpteen times, which I really am grateful for. In the middle of the massage, my allergic nose (I've allergic rhinitis) acted up, blocked up both nostrils, and I had to sniff a couple of times. My masseur noticed that, and asked whether am I ok and offered to get some tissues. *contented sigh!*

After the massage and having changed back to my clothes, I ventured (regretfully) out of the room and into the main reception. And there, on the coffee table, is a bowl of delightful red bean soup. DESSERT!!! Gah! I'm a happy lady!

Overall, there was definitely no hard-selling (one of the managers did come over to chit-chat while I was enjoying the red bean soup and filling up the feedback form, and she promoted some spa packages. To her credit, she respected my wishes when I said I need time to mull over before committing). The jacuzzi was relaxing. The body scrub was pleasant. And the full body massage was skillful (with soft tranquil music playing in the background, too!). All in all, the experience was pleasant beyond words!

BEST HOURS EVER.

Hygienically, it fared well too. There was no miserly reusing of personal robes, towels, and underpants. The Ultimate is one which I would recommend to friends if asked!

If there's anything to nitpick about (if I REALLY have to), firstly, it would be the lack of hot towel treatment. If you've ever had a hot towel treatment, you'll definitely know the magic within. It's something that just takes your breath away. And I thought it's such a pity that such a simple but yet wonderful treatment is left out. Another thing that I would have preferred is that they had asked for what type of body scrub and massage do I want. It was written on the online brochure that there are two types of body scrub (green tea or honey oats) and five types of massage to choose from (Swedish, Balinese, Javanese, Shiatsu, Aromatherapy), but strangely, my preference was never asked. Not something I would kick a fuss over, but still, it would have been nice to have a choice to try something new.

Overall, I AM VERY HAPPY with the spa at The Ultimate. I'd do it again in an instant! The price is awesome too, at a comfy average of $40/hour (and that's jacuzzi + body scrub + massage!), considering it IS Singapore and all!

Too bad the promotional price is only available for first-time visitors! Gah! :(

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

HAS JOURNALISM SUNK THIS LOW?



http://sg.news.yahoo.com/man-dies--4-injured-in-ferrari-accident-in-bugis.html




The heading of this news article reads : "Japanese Woman in Ferrari Accident Identified".




But why is the mention of "Ma Chi" taking a big proportion of the news report?


Angrily and dismally irritated by the media reports and news articles these days. Seriously, no one is interested in - or cares about - his riches, how many condos he owned, which penthouse in East Coast he and his family live in, how many millions he's worth, where's he from, what sector he worked in, how 'handsome and tall and smart and successful and young' he was, how many years he has stayed in Singapore, how he was planning to apply for PR citizenship, his cremation, or that stupid red limited-edition Ferrari which was bought during the driver's 30th birthday. (seriously, just spare us the details. We don't care. And neither are we impressed. At all. Yawn.)




There is no justifiable need to glamourise crime.




Readers are not interested in the Ferrari driver who not only was speeding (and, according to eye-witnesses, was reeking heavily of alcohol), but also illegally ran a red traffic light. 
The things that are of key concern are the innocent lives of those taken due to one's man reckless display of grandiose splendor.


The 20-something-years-old Japanese passenger in the taxi.
The 52-years-old taxi driver who has been making an honest living for the past 10 years as a taxi driver, with a son (due to take A levels this year) and a daughter who's planning to go to university soon, but whose plan has to be put on hold due to this family tragedy.
How the taxi driver suffered massive haemorrhage in the brain, liver, and lungs, and was given only half a day to live by doctors, but yet held on with determination while in a comatosed state for more than 39 hours.
How are the families of the victims coping; the loss of loved ones during Mothers' Day.




I totally despise the local media. While it's undeniable that mass media is an universal tool for conveying messages (including those hidden one) in countries all throughout the world, and given that our society has a pro-foreigner policy (which isn't really up to us to decide anyway), but still, this is a little too overboard.


Has journalism sunk this low? 


Distastefully pathetic.




To think that my first, serious ambition is to be a journalist.


Shudders.




And, most importantly, this is not how respect from citizens is earned.

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

LOVE







A special bouquet.


=)