Fate and the elusive rubbish bin

The first question that popped into my mind was, "how on earth do the japanese keep their streets so clean with no bin in sight?!" I mean seriously, if after walking for over 200 meters and there's still no bin in sight, that piece of trash would likely already be on the floor by then. But the streets were so absolutely spotless that I would feel insanely guilty if I threw my gum wrapper on the street.

I honestly wonder how they do it. The fabric seats are so spotlessly clean on the public trains that you want to lean your face against the seat and caress the fabric. Even the supposedly stale heated air smells good...

Oh and by the way, the 6 degree of separation rule? It's NOT a rule.. its a LAW~!!! And 6 degrees is way too much... I think 3 should jolly fit the key, some one seriously needs to relook the total number of degrees.

Tell me, how do you go about looking for a friend in the vast city of Tokyo without his contact number, email and when he doesn't respond to facebook messages? Honestly, it's probably easier to just try NOT to meet up.

But ah hah! Here FATE plays a major role. It's incredible and entirely unbelievable even, but as luck may have it, my hubby's Japanese counterpart knows this friend of mine personally~!! Over breakfast at the hotel lobbey, the Japanese lady Yumiko mentioned that she was going to visit a Singapore scholar from a Singapore Uni who is studying at the university. I drew the connection but of course, we are talking like 1 person out of the entire Singapore population of 4.4 million who is a student who happens to study at that same university as my friend. I mean honestly, what are the chances that she knows him right? Probably next to zilch and nada. Still, just trying my luck, I asked if the student happened to be <>.

And guess what? It was~! We all got so excited that we almost all jumped up to hug each other. But in the end, Yumiko san passed the message and we all got to meet up. My friend then told me that he intended to meet Yumiko only in the afternoon of the day I was leaving so if Yumiko did not have breakfast with me that day and if my friend decided not to meet her earlier, we would all not have known that everyone knew everyone and we wouldn't have been able to meet.

And then, dear hubby went on to visit a place. As luck would have it, the no. 2 of that place was my hubby's primary school and secondary school senior. Yikes! We seem to be meeting up with fellow Singaporeans more than we do in Singapore~!

Somehow this year, I feel like celebrating Christmas

Yes, amazing as it sounds, this person who simply hates to celebrate anything has finally been bitten by the Celebration bug. I think it probably comes with the baby...

Ever since Wally arrived in my life, somehow every single day I am itching to find something to celebrate.. whether it's his first Halloween, first bite of solids, or even the first time he is wearing a new romper! Somehow I wish that Wally was there to celebrate my wedding for me even... If he had been born before I got married, Wally would have been there to see Daddy and Mommy put their signatures down and become lawfully wedded people.

This has got me thinking that maybe I should go and take wedding pictures again. This time with Wally in them. And if sometime later I had another kid, it would be yet another excuse to go take wedding pictures with BOTH of them too~! Haha~ That would be fun wouldn't it? I've already bought Wallace his very first tuxedo.. AH! yet another thing to celebrate.

Soon, Wally will be able to celebrate my 2nd wedding anniversary with me and also our very first Christmas together. I dunno why but really I really really want to celebrate christmas with my dear little boy together with the darling hubby wubby... What present should I buy for Wally?

Fell in love with a Prada

Yes yes, call me a faithless bitch, but I've actually fallen in love with a bag from Prada for once... Made of soft buck/deer skin, it's part of the latest SS 09 collection and has that fantastic gradient treatment.

I missed out the gorgeous LV Mirage the last round, what with it being limited edition and all, so I am in total anguish at the second chance at this great piece from Prada. Unfortunately the price in S'pore is not so nice... Priced at S$3120, I am thinking whether I should just give up and go. Another thing is, I am such a careless person, I will probably soil and spoil the buck leather within weeks of acquisition.

However, I have just gone onto the official Prada website and it appears that its a lot cheaper when purchased online and delivered to the UK where the Godma of my son resides. Am seriously considering whether I should ask her to help me buy and then get one of our returning friends to bring it over for me. Its GBP950 which makes it about S$2250 at the current exchange rate.

How ah? Should I buy it?

Time heals everything... fate is a wonderous thing

I have to agree sometimes fate is a weird thing.

Once upon a time, I gazed on photos of someone else with tears of sadness that get swallowed back down into the depths of my heart. Yet years later, I can look at the very same photo and smile knowing that the person who was once so important may have already become a stranger, but yet i remain content knowing that he/she is happy with what they have in their life.

AY said that she must stop being jealous. But as ES said to me, human emotions such as desire, passion and jealousy are innate in all of us. As long as these emotions remain part of human nature, we will never be rid of them.

I look at Wallace and wonder at the miracle of life sometimes. How is it that this Little Boy out of the million of other little souls queuing up in heaven came to me? And I think again about the other hundreds of unwanted babies that are aborted or miscarried and wonder again about fatedness.

Time erases the tides of pain. People always say that time heals all wounds... I cannot agree more... so if any one is hurting out there, be content knowing that one day all will be well and cherish all that you hold now and that will come in time...

It's been 2 years at the Clan!

Wow... It's been 2 years... 2 short but eventful years at the clan... I got married, my desk got shifted, I got pregnant, I got a kid, I got small bonuses along the 3way, underwent a handful of training courses and I am now on maternity leave.

It seems just yesterday that I first stepped in and sat down at my desk.. yet at the beginning of this month, I was already training an intern to take my place and cover me while I am gone. The intern tells me that he may have to leave even earlier. hey that reminds me!! I should attend the online courses everyday! There are now a myriad of online courses available on my company website/intranet... wahah! At last! Some semblence of meaning and goals in my life.

I am starting to want to go back to something meaningful that can occupy my entire morning and afternoon other than staring at the black box known as the TV. Maybe I should go back to work earlier... Arghh... I never truly understood the pains of being a stay at home mom...

If there's anything I have discovered about myself during this one month, is that I don't like to stay at home and I definitely dislike lying in bed unless its with the man in my life undressed.. wahahah! whoo hoo!

Damn, my heart is straying to the secular world again... new life, new journey... ARGHHHH I miss my old life! Hahaha!!!!!

I need S*x and Shopping... no doubts about it

Feeling a little down today... I mean I know I should feel very happy and content... I've got a loving husband, an adorable son and a great job. I thought I have settled down and yes, I ought to be very content with my lot, but I still feel that something is missing. Am a little close to tears. I think its the hormones... now that baby is out and slowly growing up outside of me, the hormonal tides have reversed and I am left feeling.... well.... down I guess.

It's been close to a month. While I am not stuck at home (at least i do get to go out to NTUC and on car rides to send mommy home after her visits), I am actually looking forward to going out. I want to go shopping... go spa... go for an adrenalin rush with a one hour session of Body Combat...

Yet I know life is not going to be the same anymore because I now have a little one who depends on me for food, comfort and love. I have to admit it, I am feeling depressed now. I need to know that well, I am still sexy, hot and desirable instead of a breast milk supplier.

I stared in the mirror and days ago, I still saw a dumpy, plump and stretch marked mother. I couldn't stand it. I just had to do something to make myself happier. I am glad to say that I finally got something done... chopped off my locks and dyed my hair red... At least now when I look in the mirror, I know I will look fantastic with make up and contacts on.

I want to go out! I want to go shopping! I want to get 2 pairs of Levi's jeans, 1 Dior Extreme Fit compact, 1 Dior Kiss lipgloss and 1 LV Cuir Epi Neo Pont-neuf bag in Cassis!!!!!!!!!!! Arghhhhhh!!!!!!

I want to go out! I want to go swimming! I want to go for an intense sweat drenching session of Body Combat followed by an hour of Hot Flow Yoga! Double AGHHHH!

And finally, yes.. I need to have s*x.. lots of it to make up for the last few months of drought when I was pregnant.

CATS - not quite what I expected

I must admit, what with all the rave reviews and high praises, I was expecting a production that was vibrant, full of colour, bright, cheerful, exciting and with a fascinating set that changed with each song.

To sum it up, I was probably expecting a feline version of "Chang and Eng". Needless to say, I was therefore very disappointed.

Firstly, I found the very start of the musical a complete turn off. The music was too loud, the lights too flashy and yet were able to completely mask and obscure the stage in darkness and shadow. I found myself squinting very hard against the dim lighting on stage while the cats came in to prance around and dance. I am not sure if the performers are aware, but when the lights are turned down suddenly, people tend to need at approx 5 mins for their eyes to adjust to the darkness.... the floodlights in the eyes of the audience definitely did not help the temporal night blindness.

It was all highly interactive with the cats dancing on the parapets and coming up close and personal with the audience (I was after all in the Cat A foyer stalls so I did get a rather good view). However, I had at the very least expected some semblence of a story line, considering that Andrew Lloyd Webber wrote such a fantastic musical for Phantom of the Opera.

Unfortunately, CATS can basically be summarised into one sentence: A bunch of cats hoping to be the chosen one.

In between, every one was just taking turns to sing and dance as a way of introducing themselves. Of course, as expected, the underdog or undercat in this case, always wins... thus poor ugly, unwanted and abused Grisabella gets to be chosen... so what's new right?

Unlike 'Chang and Eng' which was presented with many smooth transitions from one scene to another, with a great many touching and tear wrenching moment, not to mention the unforgettable "Mai Pen Rai"... the only thing that came close to being a little bit moving was when Grisabella sang "Memory"...

The thing was, having heard the voice of someone like Susan Boyle.... the performer who played Grisabella was a poor excuse for a singer.... I bet Susan Boyle would have done a much better job playing the said role. This singer had too weak a voice which could hardly stir the emotions, plaintive as she may have tried to sound. I don't know the name of this lady, but she's definitely no Elaine Paige.

To be fair, I did read about CATS online before I decided to attend this evening's performance. I knew from the start not to expect much of a story line and I definitely understood that the story (or rather the lack of) surrounded a bunch of self-important cats hoping to be chosen to be reborn into the Heavyside Layer for a better life.

My question however is, if the Heavyside Layer was so fantastic, why doesn't old Deutronomy go himself instead of choosing someone every year to go? Also, the story doesn't tell us if any of those who previously went did come back to reveal what those wonders in the Heavyside Layer were.

I dunno, but the word "reborn" makes me a little bit skeptical. This Heavyside Layer sounds more like a hell to me than any heavenly wonder.... I bet the Heavyside Layer is probably in fact some Cat slaughter house which explains why no one ever came back to talk about it... Something like "The Island" or the "Pig's Heaven" in Charlotte's Web.

Anyway, if you are someone who just wants to sit in the theatre and not think of anything but just sit down and watch a bunch of humans pretending to be mostly faceless/nameless cats to entertain you with forgettable song after forgettable song and with hardly any conversation in between, then CATS is definitely for you.

Else, if you are like me who needs a story line to captivate you with some intelligent dialog, moving scenery and clear distinctions between the actors punctuated with some unforgettable classic songs, then I suggest to give CATS a miss.