The Best Performance Goes to: PINK!

I love the Grammy’s! By far in MY books Pink’s performance is the best.

I just love the artistic direction for this. Simply Marvelous!

Crossroads

School or Work?

I’ve been ‘resting’ for quite sometime and I realized that I need to do something more productive then helping AJ out all the time. I did have thought of finishing off my final year in uni and then continuing off to do my Masters.

BUT I’m not sure if I want to be back there filled with assignments & deadlines.

I’m so tempted to apply for PR jobsor continue doing Events back in SG but then my heart worries over AJ.

The last time I went back to work doing Events in SG. My husband lost like 10 kilos and I remembered feeling like a shitty wife. But then again, now that I’m here pulak, I wish that I could contribute to the bills & maybe buy a new nag or shoe for myself.

Oh life, if only someone could drop on what I’m suppose to do with my life.

Oh well, I’ll have to figure it out soon.

My Highlight of the Week.

Thursday

I got a call from a friend that I’ve not talk to for more then 6 months. We drifted apart cause the last time I met her, her boyfriend did some things to her that I felt strongly against. And so, I received an SMS from her the day before and only called her back the day after.

And so after saying our ‘How are You’s?‘ and so forth I asked her, ‘What are you doing?’ and she asked me,.. ‘You want the truth or lie?‘ and of course I said truth.

‘I’m feeding my baby’. I paused and thought she was shitting with me. I mean after 6 months, how can she had a baby kan?

And she told me, she had a son. I was shocked.

And so she told me the story.

The Story

On 30th December 2009, she went to the gyne to have a check up cause she has irregular periods. And so, confidently she told the docter that never-in-hell that she’ll be pregnant cause she’s been living her ‘normal’ life.

She’s been drinking, smoking like packs of cigs & some days even not eating cause she’s in her 2nd year in Uni.

And yes, after her ‘routine’ yearly check-up she received the news that she’s 7 and a half months pregnant.

Unbelievable right?

And so in 20 days, she registered with her BF and had a baby.

Baby G (Will not use his full name due to personal reasons) was born premature at 8 mths 1 wk on the 18 Jan 2010.

A beautiful baby boy.

So being what religion she is, her lil’ baby boy was not welcomed with open arms.

Not with her family, not her husband’s family and only a handful (literally, below 10 people) knew that she even had a baby.

When having a child is a Taboo

I am actually amazed that in this Era, babies that are not born in wedlock are still shunned by society.

As much as I understand that yes, having sex out of marriage is a sin. I wonder WHY a child produced in result to the ‘mistake’ that was made is shunned.

I feel SO, SO sad that this innocent lil’ boy’s birth was not even celebrated.

Instead, he was referred to as ‘That Thing’ by people.

I’m so utterly disappointed.

When life does not fall in place

‘Money, Shoes, Handbag, Marriage then… Baby!’

That was what we use to joke about when we were younger. But I guess when we get older, these pirioties become different.

I choose Marriage.

She didn’t choose Baby.

I wanted Money.

She wanted Handbags.

And so, as we talked about how our lives turned out so differently then what we planned before, we pondered what we will become in 10 years.

And we laughed.

We decided that we didn’t wanna plan anymore because it really doesn’t matter.

Cause OBVIOUSLY it just doesn’t execute the way we wanted to.

Oh well.

Song of the Week!

Keri Hilson: Knock You Down

On Adoption.

Okay, honestly as I type this I’m not sure if it’s the hormones talking. Or the ‘emotional’ Reen talking.

But oh well, here goes.

And so, the other night I talked to AJ about having our own kids (2 ONLY) and adopting 1 kid.

And so he said, ‘NO! For what?’.

So we argued, we rationalised and we talked about the pro and cons of adopting.

I concluded that there are probably 100000000000 kids who don’t have a place to stay, or have parents & they have NO ONE in their lives, literally.

So what harm can be done with adopting a lil’ boy or girls and extending our love to a lil’ boy/girl?

I’ve always had this thing with adoption since I came back from Vietnam.

I use to visit this center in HCMC where they have about 50 kids there and I ‘fell in love’ with this lil’ boy named, Phi.

His mom was a POV and his dad was unknown. His obviously mixed cause his lil’ viet boy had light brown eyes & brown hair.

And somehow this lil’ 3 yr old & I clicked. I went to the orphanage every week until the day I left HCMC. And everytime I came back from the orphanage, I always hinted at my mom & dad to adopt him.

I remember one day I actually cried cause my mom said a big NO to my face.

And after that I gave up. I told myself that fine, one day when I had my own money & own family, I WILL adopt.

It doesn’t matter if the kid’s mother has a ‘colorful’ past or the dad is a serial killer, but the ultimate question is,

“Don’t all of us deserved to be loved?”.

And so that’s that and I said it.

And I hope AJ will keep an open mind in this next couple of years and think about it.

Thou shall not fail.

I think since the ‘incident’ back last year, I am still kinda paranoid that it may happen again.

Almost every night I ask AJ if we’re ready. Emotionally, Financially & Physically.

And we figured that you can NEVER be ready. So I concluded with myself last week that I’ll just let ‘IT’ happen.

If its time, then its time.

If it dies, it dies.

And if he/she makes it through, then Yay!? I suppose.

So well, bearing an offspring is STILL an option but I’ll just let it be.

I’ll just wait.

Hello.

Love this song.

Love, love, love this SONG!

Listen to it!

Enjoy!

On the Rationale of buying an expensive bag.

The 3 Top Reasons WHY people would typically buy branded bags.

(1) To Show-Off

(2) To Collect

(3) Saja-Saja because they have too much cash lying around.

My Reason.

To Collect. I bought my first piece when I turned 21. My first bag I bought was a vintage LV Saddle Bag. I remembered paying a hefty sum for that bag and I never turned back. I still collect branded bags as and when I save. I have around 7-8 Bags in my collection. Some have seen daylight, some I literally wear on a special occasion.

These bags have value.

There are forums in SG where you can buy/sell bags and there are collectors who would buy bags for 20-40% off the original price. Alot of men don’t know that. Neither do some woman. I met a close friend the other day who asked me WHY I buy such expensive bags and I explained that instead of buying 10 bags that cost RM200/Bag, why not buy a bag that cost RM2000 and sell it off later when you’re sick of it.

She actually didn’t know that branded bags have value & so I told her the brands that have value and could easily be sold off. And plus, when you do buy your own original piece, you can wear it out and know that it will ALWAYS be in fashion. Get my point?

On Brands that are easily Sold Off.

(1) Chanel

(2) Louis Vuitton

(3) Gucci

(4) Hermes

(5) Dior

On Selling my LV Damier Speedy 25

AJ bought the bag for about SG900. We sold it off for SG680. And the deal was closed within 3 days. Easy as that. If you guys wanna find a site that is easy to sell off your used bags, go to the attached link below.

Link: http://deluxemall.com/

On the bag I’m saving for this year.

LV Eva Clutch.

I’ve been eye-ing this bag since forever. I sold off my speedy cause I was bored of it and I wanted to roll over the money for a more ‘functional’ piece. I’m always so paranoid that my speedy would get stolen because it was not really ‘user’ friendly. I always got pissed cause you can’t slip it under your armpit, if you know what I mean. Somehow having a sling bag or clutch is abit more easier for me cause I like things which are more ‘hassle free’.

On the things to keep when you buy a bag.

Keep this things. Cause most buyers normally want this things when you sell your used bag.

(1) Receipt

(2) Original Paper Bag

(3) Gift Box

(4) Dust Bag

Hope this help. And start collecting your original bags!

Yay!

This year, my boycott with Bali will END.

I think it’s about time I talk about this. I’ve honestly repressed my anger towards a couple of things and one of them, is this.

Oct 2002: Bali Bombing

I still remember during our school (ISHCMC) one week break, I got an sms from one of my friends informing me that one of my teachers died in a bombing. And so in Vietnam, YOU DO NOT have the privilege to have updated news in the papers & the only way to find news is via the internet.

And so, I receive an sms and called my friends like mad to confirm the news and neither of us could confirm if it was true. And since my family lived nearest to school back then, the day after I went to school. I remembered that morning, I plucked a rose from my garden. I remember going up to the 3rd floor, to Mr Ellwood’s office. No one was around on that day so I was walking slowly to his office hoping to see someone. Mr Elton, who shares the same office that he does, was in. And I ask 3 simple words, ‘Is it true?‘ and he nodded.

All I did was place a rose outside his office and walked back to the main gate where my driver was waiting for me. I called all my friends. We all were stunned. So stunned that neither of us could say anything. We all met that evening at Maya, we all cried, sobbed & hugged.

On feeling like we lost a family member.

As my grade was a pretty small batch, ALL of us were close. Teachers, parents, classmates… ALL of us knew each other on almost a personal basis. And how-in-the-freaking-world would we know that after a TYPICAL one week break, one of US we not going to make it back alive?

I changed after that incident. Though its years that this incident happen, I still feel it. The feeling of NOT taking my friends or family for advantage. Maybe its my personality, I don’t know. But I just can’t explain it.

On Bali and my boycott.

Since the incident, I’ve boycotted Bali & have NOT stepped foot there. However, every time my parents or AJ go there. I do make it a point for them to visit the memorial and place flowers for me. I honor Mr Ellwood’s death as a memorial and reminder for me to remember the living.

And as one of my resolutions this year, I want to go there physically and honor that. I’m done with my boycott and I just wanna deal with it. Of course I’m mad on the way he died, I’m mad that he did not come back after the one week break. I’m mad that there are heartless human beings doing such foolish acts when peace can come in other forms of physical actions.

And so, I talked to AJ this morning. I told him I wanna go to Bali. He looked at me like I’ve gone crazy because he and a couple of close friends know how I felt towards Bali. I’m gonna book a flight there this year, if not, next year and deal with whatever anger or paranoia that I have. I think I’m getting too old to have and experience so much hate in me.

And so, I’ll take it one day at a time.

On loving my family.

I love you. I love you. I love you. Only god knows how much I love my Mom & Dad. My Husband. My brother I’m-still-not-talking-to & my siblings. My mom is my everything and I know I will just die of heartache the day she does pass on to the other side.

On loving my husband.

I married my bestfriend & my ‘unperfect’ partner. Some days I hate him, some days I love him like mad. And I know that that’s what marriage is about. I’m not quitting that easily. Never.

Bali, I’m coming one day. So you BETTER be nice to me okay?

Song of the Moment.

I’m loving this song like crazy at the moment.

No thanks to IZ’s ‘Let’s-listen-to-this-in-my-car-radio-like-1000-times’ moments.

So, hope you’ll like it as much as I do!

Enjoy!