Mr Claus

me and you in the end

heart

hang in there i'm coming back for you

kites

besides the number of candles on  my birthday cake, i've noticed my perspective also changing over time. i suppose, you could say the most change happened in the past year.

one of the more startling differences -i came to this epiphany spending Halloween frisking along the aisles in Mustafa Centre- is that it used to be, "Oh my boyfriend is so amazing, he bought me a lovely Tiffany's charm bracelet for Christmas , but now it's more, "Oh my boyfriend is so amazing, he spent an hour understanding me and helping me get through my hang-ups."

i suppose you could say that change of perspective comes with age, but i believe in that equation, the factor of willingness or want comes into play.
You need to want to grow up.
I needed to want to grow up.



please don't mistake this for a 'holier than thou' type of announcement but more a self-reflection. when i read this a couple of months or years down the road i wanna remember just that.

my momma would be proud of me today.

Today, i went up to my lecturer and asked for pointers. I'm pretty sure I've never done that before.

Day 2, and it's already begun.......

oh louboutin, you just killed me!

I would give an arm for this baby.

Then again maybe not.....


                                             where would I sling it?

acquiescence

I . HAVE . TOO . MUCH . CLOTHES .


There I said it! You got me!
Now can we go back to solving my problem?

Hello, I'm Yasmin. I'm here today coz I have a problem.
I'm a girl. And like every other girl, I love my clothes. I have relationships with them. It's so hard for me to let them go. Each piece has a story. Each article has puddy cat eyes whenever I try to clear them out of my already-bursting-at-its-seams wardrobe.
I try but I fail.
Each time.
Everytime.

week 1 of liberation

I've just heard the weirdest most inane conversation ever. as far as inane conversations go, the best(worst) place to be is the ladies changing room. Forced to endure such insipid chatter my ears burned. I'd also be lying if I said I didn't find it a tad amusing.

Girl 1: dunno if I like this or not. The sales girl says it's nice on me.

Friend of Girl: then you should get it. wot about my top?

Clearly friend of Girl 1 isn't interested at all in wot her friend has to say, she's more concerned with the likes of how she looks. And duh. Doesn't every sales person butter you up slash give you the hundred and one reasons to buy a piece of merchandise from their store!? hello. wake up and smell the 2 counterproductive people around you. You're better off shopping alone.

okay confession: I can't appreciate the music that lana del ray churns. It's nothing personal. I listened to it while depressed, nothing. While happy, nothing. While playing mahjong gossiping with sisters, nothing.
But wot I do love though is the pink angora sweater that she dorns for the H&M ad. Love it.

Finally got my paws on it today. And it is sooooo precious. The pink reminds you of a soft autumn evening, curled up with a good book under an ikea throw.
Only til the point you put it on. Then it gets scratchy and no matter how good it looks, it's just that piece that sits in your wardrobe, adds variation of colour and texture to it, never worn, always imagined being worn.

Then when you've had enough of the itching you take it off only to find that the angora sheds. I never owned an angora aka i had no prior knowledge of it shedding. I resembled something that got mauled by a dozen fuzzy kitties that decided to do a candy coloured katy perry/nicki minaj.
Plus the fuzz kept flying around the fitting room and got stuck in my lipgloss and in my mouth. Not a pleasant sight.

a year on. i clipped my wings same month last year.

i give up.

shopping for my sister's birthday is near impossible -normally- but now that i'm no longer bringing in 5Gs
a month, reduced to a lowly getting-by-on-coupons(no wait, this ain't walgreens) student, things have become ridiculous!

"High-waisted black shorts, slightly stretchy, ripped, but-not-too-ripped, frayed on the ends, doesn't ride up the bum type shorts"



anyone care to help a sister out?


i'm headed to bugis to see if i can find treasure in the ah lians land.
wish me luck.

Summer's officially over.

Bare-faced

Today my student asked, "why do you always sing whenever you spell a word out, Yasmin?" #thoughtbubble seriously!? do you wanna be that type of teacher. Time to reassess my role in shaping the future of our nation.

2007

".....Norwegian Wood and I am the manic pixie love interest, Midori -- memorable and entertaining, but hardly central. A character actress. A blip in your fictitious world. I am your own lovely, little short story."

After much thought(and intervention of rational self) I have come to the conclusion that when it comes to jumping up the wrong bus, i'm in the green.

My usual route sees me hitting the highway right after I get on. None of the other buses run by this route. In fact most of them make their rounds in the neighbourhood(did my homework) except the one I unwittingly took last week which took me to the neighbouring(scary coit's right next to the border)neighbourhood.

so next time(fingers crossed there wont be a next) my semi-conscious self hops onto the wrong bus i can console myself in he fact that it could be worse.

i'm going instant.

instant coffee that is.

for the same price as a grande caramel macchiato i get 30 sachets of instant cafe nova coffee.

coffee for a month vs one moment of coffee joy

let's see how this turns out.

sixteenth january two thousand twelve

and so starts a new chapter of my life here on earth..

I'm An Alien In Singapore

I forgot how crazy the festivities get around this part of the world. Normally I get in just in time to join in to toss the yu sheng or dip my chopsticks into the bubbling pot of steamboat goodness.

5 years shouldn't feel so long but for me it's a fifth of my life at present and boy have I lost touch of reality. I was bolstered in my warped bubble so much so that I no longer feel like I belong. Not one spot on this earth can I fully identify with.

Is there a word for that?

Josh says that's wanderlust but I'm not seeking adventure. I am quite happy feeling displaced.