No, M’am! Yes, M’am! *curtsy*

It is not a party until someone comes dressed in theme. Every halloween night, BBQ, birthday, bridal shower, heck even a wedding comes with a theme. One would think we’d run out of ideas by now. With an upcoming pool party, the theme is “Ozzie” as in “hey there mate, let’s have a barbie” as opposed to Osbourne munching on a dove’s head.

Obviously, someone is sick of my usual uniform -black so, a non-descript warning came in the mail

“….the original theme WAS to follow the colours of the australian flag but…the colour theme has been extended, and now you have MORE colour options of red, blue, white, green, and yellow. There you go, almost all the colours of the rainbow. No more excuse to wear BLACK anything except the colour of your hair, your eyes, eyebrowns and dare I say BIKINI LINE!”

I love them.

I miss Wally

Where I am, Where am I going?

Less than a month ago, I was served with a writ of summons. For all intents and purposes, it is absolute proof that life is not fair. Counting my blessings, it is a battle for the powers to be because, I no longer want to fight.

Fight-or-Flight? Do or do not.

In the meantime, gewgaws keep me satiated.

iolite solitaire

The date that wasn’t.

In a recent effort to placate me, Jade made the call to Buko Nero. While he balked at a very bad six letter word - fusion, he made the attempt to appease me (or so he says) and I suppose, that’s all that matters.

None shall sleep

Puccini’s arias are part of popular culture even if the ignorant and unassuming public does not realise it. Giacomo Puccini is the talented Italian composer behind works like La Bohème and Mademe Butterfly.

The Singapore Lyric Opera is presenting Puccini’s Turandot this season. A Persian legend which tells of an icy Chinese princess whose suitors were made to answer three impossible riddles or perish. Eventually, an exiled price wins her heart in a test of sacrifice, loyalty and love.

Nessun Dorma is an aria from the final act of Turandot and Pavarotti turned it into a cult hit when he sung it during the 1990 World Cup and later, 2006 Winter Olympics. One of his signature arias, I doubt anyone will ever sing it better than Pavarotti. Bias, much?

All I hope now is that I’ll be back in Singapore by then.

Managing your digital footprint

Out of sheer curiousity and pure masochism, I googled a name of someone I used to know and a heap of information poured out.

First Paw-ty

Last Sunday, I woke up with my calves aching beyond belief. No Body Pump class has ever caused me such physical pain before. What did I do on Saturday might you ask? Hosting my dog’s first birthday pawty with 5 other fur friends and 24 humans. Yes. Twenty-four!

One of Marie’s least mentioned talents is her ability to cook! She makes the BEST Sugee cakes - Ones that make me a non-sweet tooth half breed ask for a second piece. For Chutney and Stomper’s birthday, we made a pact to split the cooking - she had the humans and I had the furry monsters covered plus my trademark, Oreo Cupcake.

For three hours, it was insanity. My cheeks were aching from all the smiling I did because, it was just that hilarious.

freckles against the world.

“Give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world.”
- Bette Midler

4am and I am still breathing.

“Just five more minutes,” she pleads over the phone like a child.

“Ok, I lied. Maybe, it is ten more minutes that I really want,” she thinks out loud.

They talk for what seems a single breath before what once was near becomes distant and cold. As her fingers search the darkness for the end, her eyelashes flutter to a tired close dreaming of his warmth of his voice.

It’s 4am and the only breath she feels is her own.

Oh what little feet you have……

Rambunctious makes for a great descriptive word for Chutney. All that energy that exists underneath all that honey is deceptive. Work is across the road from the gym so, I have resorted to leaving my workout shoes in a locker in a sad bid to motivate myself to work out more often. The little mind game worked. Gym happens with more frequency than my body shows.

Perfect, except I lack a pair of shoes to potter about in for activities of weekend warrior nature - cycling in Ubin, a jog around the neighbourhood with Chutney.

With the GSS in full force, I reckon that all and sundry were looking for a pair of runners too. The first #299 stores stocked shoes for long lost relatives of Big Foot. Number #300 was not lucky for me, the shoes were painfully made for the blind. As I walked into #301, NG abandoned me for the leather shoes and I ventured into the bright lights of the sports section.