Sunday, August 25, 2013


I don't live here anymore.

Email me for the new address, if you'd like.

Till then.

Monday, January 14, 2013


Happy 9th anniversary, baby!

And here's to many more to come.

I love you.

Saturday, December 08, 2012

Santa Baby

Santa Baby
Ertha Kitt

Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree
For me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, a '54 convertible too
Light blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you'll check off my Christmas list

Santa baby, I want a yacht
And really that's not a lot
Been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa honey, one little thing I really need
The deed
To a platinum mine
Santa honey, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex
And checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing
A ring
I don't mean on the phone
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry, tonight.

One of the sexiest Christmas song ever written.

Morally corrupt? Maybe. 

But undeniably oh-so-sexy!

I might just make it my Christmas song of the year.

*Fluttering eyelashes*

Saturday, December 01, 2012

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas 
Bing Crosby

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go
Take a look in the five-and-ten
Glistening once again
With candy canes and silver lanes aglow

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in every store
But the prettiest sight to see
Is the holly that will be
On your own front door.

A pair of hop-a-long boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Barney and Ben
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk
Is the hope of Janice and Jen
And mum and dad can hardly wait
For school to start again

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go
There's a tree in the Grand Hotel,
One in the park as well
The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Soon the bells will start
And the thing that will make them ring
Is the carol that you sing
Right within your heart

And this is where I want to go shopping for my present.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012


For the past few months, I've been hibernating.

Literally, almost.

I know it's already spring. Well, nearly summer, even.

But I'm still not quite ready to come out of my hibernation yet.

Soon, maybe.

Sunday, July 01, 2012

Ally McBeal

"The truth is, I probably don't want to be too happy or content, 'cause then what? 
I actually like the quest, the search. That's the fun. 
The more lost you are, the more you have to look forward to. 
What do you know? I'm having a great time and I don't even know it."
~ Ally McBeal (Ally McBeal)

Almost every winter, I re-watch Ally McBeal.

(And sometimes around Christmas too.)

It's slowly becoming sort of like a tradition.

No doubt, the TV series is a classic, and a huge success back during its time.

But it is also one of those shows that continues to hold a very special place in my heart when all the hype was over.

For us the sentimental bunch (or is it just me?), it's the type of show that just gets under your skin and stays there.

It's like the old book that you take out and re-read every year. Every time you read it, you feel something different, or discover something that you haven't noticed before.

Maybe I am biased. 

Well, fine, I am biased. There, I said it!

Despite whatever negative comments the world has to say about the show, I love it. And ain't nothing is gonna change that!

It's a show about love, music, Christmas, snow, eccentricity, heartwarming court cases that are unrealistic, loneliness, pursuit of happiness, true friendship, undying hope for romance, heartbreaks, bursting into songs, Boston, outrageous humour, dancing after work, honesty, and bravery to express oneself.

And, most importantly, the complete acceptance of another human being and to truly appreciate them for who they are.

A beautiful show with beautiful people, beautiful scenes, and a script that was beautifully written. What's there not to love?

It is quirky, romantic, and exquisite.

Almost poetic, even.

Watching the show does tend to make me feel a little sad and nostalgic though.

It will always remind me of those quiet nights that I curled up in bed after a nice long bath, with scented candles burning on my bedside table, and the sound of cold breeze outside of the windows.

But it is okay.

Sometimes, honey, it is perfectly alright to feel a little sad.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012


Is an ugly word.


And also what I am feeling at the moment.


Fat and ugly.

Well, I sort of sensed it coming already, when I couldn't button up all of my skinny jeans. That's gotta trigger off a few alarm bells!

But I was in denial.

Maybe I was bloated that day. Maybe it was because I had just eaten. Maybe I drank way too much water the previous night.

Until I finally braced myself to step onto the weighing scale today, and realised that I've gained ANOTHER 2.5kg since the last time I weighed myself!

And if I'm not mistaken, this is the heaviest I've been in my entire life to date!

No wonder even my white jacket at work feels tight lately. Oh dear! *Hides face in palm*

I admit I have been over-indulging for the past 2 months, but I honestly didn't expect that I will blow up to the size of a whale!

I'm not ready to start dieting just yet though. Maybe after I'm done with this current job assignment.

Maybe, I said.

One stressful thing at a time huh?

For now, I'm just glad that it's winter here and we get to layer up! 

Thanks to my petite frame, people won't (well, here is hoping) immediately notice those extra pounds of fat and cellulite I have secretly piled on underneath the layers of clothing or my coat. So thank God for layering and the delusional effect of my daintiness.

But the waistline, oh the waistline (and don't even get me started on those thighs), is an absolute disgrace!

Time to go shopping for new jeans, fatty! *Slaps on bum*