Someday I will stop being emo…

And then this will be a happy blog with fluff and stuff…

But in the meantime, here’s something meaningful I saw on the internet.

How things have changed!

So despite my best intentions, things have changed immensely.

Going through one of the most tough patch in my life recently has made me question a lot of things that adroitly irk me about this country.

Working in a local company with no sense of compassion for its employees, dating a typical Singaporean male who was educated in an elite school, but yet who fails to behave in a proper and respective manner to his obligations, and the endless soul sucking of a societal system which is devoid of original thought.

I know I am a tad too ranty and a tad bitter. But at least I know where I am stack up against the stakes here.

On the emancipation of slaves

“This country, with its institutions, belongs to the people who inhabit it. Whenever they shall grow weary of the existing government, they can exercise their constitutional right of amending it, or exercise their revolutionary right to overthrow it.”

— Abraham Lincoln

Kate Spade and other branded stuff

I readily admit it. I am actually a Kate Spade bagwhore addict. In fact, I own several pieces from various collections, because I am a sucker for beautiful workmanship and I keep all the cards that come with the bags because they are so tastefully done and are replete with such creative copywriting.

But this post isn’t about good copy.

Back from a hiatus

It has been over a year plus since I last updated here and wow, I have to say that time really passes very fast.

Tea with Mussolini

My comfort food

Felix sit annus novus

I haven’t been very consistent with blogging, and with this being the first post of the year, I thought I would start off with the fact that I don’t have any New Year resolutions.

Or at least one that matters to no one but myself.

Nifty netball nips

There is nothing like the adrenaline high of playing a team sport, unless you count the explosive orgasmic effects of a good lay, or even some pelvic pose in yoga, there is little chance you can replicate that feeling.

I only learnt the benefits late in life.

But that’s not to say that I am trying to compensate for all the time lost.

You know you are a coffee addict when you lust for this…