hmmm

pretty!

strange but true :)

soar above the sorrows

food, glorious food!

we got timbre to deliver dinner to office (sorry NY, that u had to miss this =p) ... 2 pizzas, chix wings and cheese mussles plus mindless banter with the 3 Ks (kangwei, kel, kengho) wasnt long before it was back to being oliver twist =s

kage bushin no jutsu

the pig's work stance

when u know it's love...

Love isn't finding a perfect person. It's seeing an imperfect person perfectly.

what's irresistible?

when the dragon is a little tipsy *sinister grin*

when the pig pouts *innocent smile*

devil wears prada

u dont get to remember to jot down the fav lines when catching it in the cinemas cos there will be distractions after but managed to catch the movie on ch5 and got right down to putting it here :)

Andrea: My personal life is falling apart.

Nigel: That's what happens when you start doing well at work. Let me know when your entire life goes up in smoke, then it's time for a promotion.

Nigel: You'll take what I give you and you'll like it. We're doing this Dolce for you. And shoes. Jimmy Choo's. Manolo Blahnik. Nancy Gonzalez. Love that. Okay, Narciso Rodriguez. This we love. Uh, it might fit. It might.

Nigel: [Miranda has moved up a meeting] But we're not expected until Tuesday. Did she say why?

Andy Sachs: Yes. She explained every detail of her decision-making. And then we brushed each others' hair and gabbed about American Idol.

Nigel: I see your point.

Miranda Priestly: You thought I didn't know. I've known what was happening for quite some time. It just took me a little while to find a suitable alternative for Jacqueline. And that James Holt job was just so absurdly overpaid that of course she jumped at it. So I just had to tell Irv that Jacqueline was unavailable. Truth is, there's no one that can do what I do. Including her. Any of the other choices would have found that job impossible and the magazine would have suffered. Especially because of the list. The list of designers, photographers, editors, writers, models, all of whom were found by me, nurtured by me and have promised me they will follow me whenever and if ever I choose to leave Runway. So he reconsidered. But I was very very impressed by how intently you tried to warn me. I never thought I would say this, Andrea, but I really, I see a great deal of myself in you. You can see beyond what people want, and what they need and you can choose for yourself.

Andy Sachs: I don't think I'm like that. I couldn't do what you did to Nigel, Miranda. I couldn't do something like that.

Miranda Priestly: You already did. To Emily.

Andy Sachs: That's not what I... no, that was different. I didn't have a choice.

Miranda Priestly: No, no, you chose. You chose to get ahead. You want this life. Those choices are necessary.

Andy Sachs: But what if this isn't what I want? I mean what if I don't wanna live the way you live?

Miranda Priestly: Oh, don't be ridiculous. Andrea. Everybody wants this. Everybody wants to be us.

Emily: [to Andy] You sold your soul to the devil when you put on your first pair of Jimmy Choo's, I saw it.

Miranda Priestly: ...You have no sense of fashion...

Andy Sachs: I think that depends on...

Miranda Priestly: No, no, that wasn't a question.

Andy Sachs: She hates me, Nigel.

Nigel: And that's my problem because... Oh, wait. No, it's not my problem.

Andy Sachs: I don't know what else I can do because if I do something right, it's unacknowledged. She doesn't even say thank you. But if I do something wrong, she is vicious.

Nigel: So quit.

Andy Sachs: What?

Nigel: Quit.

Andy Sachs: Quit?

Nigel: I can get another girl to take your job in five minutes... one who really wants it.

Andy Sachs: No, I don't want to quit. That's not fair. But, I, you know, I'm just saying that I would just like a little credit... for the fact that I'm killing myself trying.

Nigel: Andy, be serious. You are not trying. You are whining. What is it that you want me to say to you, huh? Do you want me to say, "Poor you. Miranda's picking on you. Poor you. Poor Andy"? Hmm? Wake up, six. She's just doing her job. Don't you know that you are working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of the century? Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta. And what they did, what they created was greater than art because you live your life in it. Well, not you, obviously, but some people. You think this is just a magazine, hmm? This is not just a magazine. This is a shining beacon of hope for... oh, I don't know... let's say a young boy growing up in Rhode Island with six brothers pretending to go to soccer practice when he was really going to sewing class and reading Runway under the covers at night with a flashlight. You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls. And what's worse, you don't care. Because this place, where so many people would die to work you only dread to work. And you want to know why she doesn't kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day? Wake up, sweetheart.

Editor: I called over there for a reference, left word with some snooty girl, next thing you know I got a fax from Miranda Priestly saying that of all the assistants she ever hired, you were by far her biggest disappointment. And if I don't hire you I'm an idiot. You must have done something right.

Nigel: Come on. Miranda's pushed the run through up a half hour. And she's always 15 minutes early.

Andy Sachs: Which means?

Nigel: You're already late.

imperfect relationships can be beautiful

kudos to Yasmin Ahmad for bringing govt ads to a whole new level...

new love

red & pink

sloshed!

had dinner with the boys and pauline at the queen & mangosteen last nite... all the guys but one ordered the cray fish dish, from the way i see it, not a good choice if u r truly hungry as even the mild tempered kangwei looked a tad frustrated whilst struggling to get the meat out from its shell *snigger* but if they were willing to forgo their image and use their hands instead of forks and knives, i guess they would have it much easier lol...

i had their grilled prawn salad, it was okay but thot their food was pricey for simple pub grub...

while pauline headed home, the rest of us plus NY headed to st james...
broiler had an awesome hip hop singing and dance group... after checking out dragonfly, i felt totally sleepy, all thanks to the glasses of vodka lime/ribena we had earlier at gallery bar, and the rest had no choice but to watch me rest on the sofa outside movida =p
i shared a cab with WQ when i could finally get up... i remember looking at the time, it was abt 4am...
once i closed the door, i got to the sofa and slept in my work/club garb till i was awoken by the whining of the gals this morning... i dragged myself to the kitchen, head feeling heavy and nearly barfed =p, after filling the doggies bowl with water, i staggered back to the sofa and slept... din manage to go to church... aye...

still feeling a bit of the alcohol effects now... i will most prob swear off vodka for quite sometime... even the thougt of it now makes me sick...

missing mojito

darn! timbre keeps running out of mojito the past couple of times i was there... i swear only they concoct the best mojito around, the rest tastes icky...
there's always gin tonic still which is good cos so far, none have ever got it wrong =p
just one drink to calm the nerves man...

Right On!

Woman of Strength

Let me tell you who I am:
A small fleck in the universe,
Reflective, mindful, needy.
Thirsty for the knowledge that will
Allow me to traverse a
Sea of turbulence.

I am insecure, timid, vulnerable,
Searching for the meaning
Of truth - wondering, questioning.

I am a pool of green
Willowy and wild
Thrashing aimlessly,
Looking for direction, yet
Strong, decisive and sensitive,
Filled with the shadows of time.

I am a majestic eagle
Soaring on the air
Of life, warm and content.
I am the spirit of the universe,
the rhythm of the earth.
I am my own destiny

I am a seeker, seeking out
Visions of my past memories,
Knowing that I must make
Some changes in my ways.
I weave my life within
Tiny streams of thankfulness,
Worshiping my own spirituality,
Loving with an uninhibited soul.

Let me tell you who I truly am:

I am a woman of strength,
To be born over and over,
To be loved and cherished.
I am warrior, healer, sister, mother,
Aunt, niece and friend.
A strong beautiful,
Intelligent woman.

A woman of strength,
Braving the times of change.

by Gail C. Berreitter

the pig's state of mind

I want to run away,
Just be gone – check out
I long to hide away
And bury my head in my hands
To just cry until I am all cried out
Done - no tears left
Cry till all the sad is gone

I wish for long, long hours to sleep
To rise only to return and slip back
between sheets that never cooled
I desire the sleep of no interruption
Till all the exhaustion has lifted
From my heavily laden eyes

But… none of this will I do
I will get up each day the crack of dawn
I will continue the endless motions
That make this life of mine work
Putting one foot in front of the other
Over and over again

by Karen C Vanderlaan

can i be a doll?

bride wars

love the colours, settings and wardrobe in this movie!

sleepy sunday *yyyyyaaaaaawwwwnnnnnnn*

walk on air by kate spade