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Name: modgurl
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New mom. New woman. Born in Singapore. Raised in the World Wide Web.
Friday, June 30, 2006 @ 10:02 am

Dear Blogger,

Superman has returned, to our big screens as well as into my heart. Bryan Singer has romanticised the Man of Steel so much that for 150 minutes, I so wanted to be Lois Lane, his eternal love interest! Well, not really be like Lois Lane, but you know what I mean.

Brandon Routh was superb as the new Superman! He played Clark Kent/Superman so lovingly that you won't compare his performance with THE Superman, Christopher Reeves. You'll actually appreciate his tribute to the great man himself!

He was so heartbreakingly tall, dark and handsome. Leave it to Bryan Singer to pick out the right man for the job. I do hope he won't be typecast as Superman in his young acting career though. I think he'll make an excellent cad ala Hugh Grant in "About A Boy" and "Bridget Jones' Diary".

Everyone else in the movie was alright. Kevin Spacey did a decent job as Lex Luther, although I wished he had more screen time with Superman. They only came face to face almost at the end of the movie. And even then, it was a little disappointing.

There's James Marsden or as we all know him as Cyclops in the X-men series. That is the problem! Everytime he comes on screen, my brain yells out "Cyclops in Superman!". He didn't even play his character, Richard, any different! But who cares when he's such an eye candy right?

Hmmm... what can I say about Kate Bosworth as Lois Lane? Not a perfect fit but I'd choose her over Katie Holmes anytime. Mrs Cruise was horrible in "Batman Returns"! In fact, she's horrible in almost all her films! Her only saving grace is the now-defunct "Dawson's Creek" which was never shown in our sunny island.

I could have accepted Kate Bosworth more if she isn't dating Orlando Bloom. I know I'm being biased but if you're a good actor, you should be able to make your audience forget who you really are and instead make us believe that you are what your character is portraying! Kate didn't do that for me.

"Superman Returns" is worth spending the money to watch. Interesting storyline. Did he or didn't he? What exactly? You just have to watch to know what I'm referring to. I would advice to indulge in the popcorn though (or nachos, whichever you prefer) because the movie gets draggy at times, especially the scenes with him and Lois Lane.

Awesome action scenes but a tad not enough I think. Keep your eyes open for Sir Richard Branson in a cameo in the first action scene. That was quite mind-blowing to watch! I meant the action, not Sir Richard Branson. But really, by the end of the movie, if you're like me, you'll remember nothing else but how handsome Brandon Routh as Clark Kent/Superman is.

Enough of the movie review. Joined Idy and his friends at a pool place 2 hours before the movie. Idy can be such an idiot some times. But a lovable one. We booked the movie tickets at Plaza Singapura for the 9.30 p.m. show because he wasn't sure if he'd finish work by dinner time.

Then yesterday, he called me and said that they're playing pool at Marina Square. They didn't expect to finish work early either. I don't play pool. I do know how it's played and how to hold the cue stick, but I don't play it because it's a game which I can never win.

Had dinner at Burger King, Plaza Singapura, half an hour before the movie. Told him how as a child, growing up with 3 brothers, I had never played with dolls and tiaras. I was always wrestling with my brothers, climbing monkey bars and all those stuff that tomboys do. Well, well, well! Look how I turned out! Haha!

By then, I was already comfortable and accepted him as my boyfriend. How did I know that? I let him hold my hand as we walked. It wasn't even a forced decision. While watching the movie, he was holding my hands and hugging me and stealing kisses during one of those draggy scenes. It felt nice resting my head on his shoulder like that. It's a forgotten feeling.

I'm not going to allow myself to wander into cloud nine here. He's nice and all, but the scars are still there. Luckily he's good in bed. If it doesn't work out relationship-wise, he can always be my fucking buddy. Haha! Hmm... I'm so oversexed right now. Need sleep! I wished we had more time to just sleep together and not do anything else.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Wednesday, June 28, 2006 @ 5:33 pm

Dear Blogger,

Brazil didn't lose as I'd hoped. Spain didn't go through as expected. Nothing to look forward to tonight except for the Ladies Nights at Gotham Penthouse, Ministry of Sound and Club Momo. There won't be any matches till Friday and I'm already feeling the World Cup withdrawal syndrome.

Could have watched "Superman Returns" tonight but Idy's not free till tomorrow. This compromising of each other's time is something that I've to get used to. That's strange considering that I did that for almost 4 years with Din.

But it's not like I demand a lot of things from him. Besides, sooner or later, he has to choose between me and his work right? There is just no way I'm going to play second fiddle to a man's work again. I'm not asking him to ignore work altogether. Sometimes, you just have to reassess your priorities you know.

Went for a haircut yesterday. Actually, it was more like a hair trim! I loved my sexy curls so much that I didn't want to chop it off like I would a few years ago. I just wanted to neaten my hair a little so it doesn't frizz so much.

The hairstylist couldn't understand what I wanted so she just snipped an inch off my hair. An inch! I paid about $20 to cut an inch off my hair! Such a complete waste of money! After that, my hair didn't look any different as before I stepped into the salon.

The least she could do was cut some bangs for me but she didn't do that either. To make my $20 seemed worth it, she spent plenty of time blow-drying my hair. That produced a boring, flat hair which drove me nuts! Give me back my sexy, flowing, soft curls man!

Then I stopped by Watson's Personal Store and bought a hair colouring. I'm now a bottled redhead. Not as red as I wanted to (I wanted Jean Grey's red hair), but it was satisfactory. I feel so uber sexy right now. Haha! Blondes may have more fun but redheads get the desired attention baby!

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Tuesday, June 27, 2006 @ 10:45 am

Dear Blogger,

Did Italy deserve to win last night against Australia? Yes I think so. I think that Australia didn't deserve to lose too. The Socceroos had played so bravely against the Azzurris that it pained me to see them bow out of the World Cup with a cruel penalty goal that was not even supposed to be in the first place!

I must say that if there's anyone who deserves to be red-carded, it should be the referees in this once-every-four-years tournament. Their performance have been reprehensible to say the least! I have never seen such card-happy referees since my first World Cup (Italia 90)!

So there won't be any Cinderellas this year. The usual suspects are almost in the quarter-finals. How boring! Wouldn't it be scandalous if Brazil lose tonight in the second round??? Wouldn't that be super fun to watch??? Oh dear God! Let me smile tonight!

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Monday, June 26, 2006 @ 10:09 am

Dear Blogger,

It was salsa time at Sentosa! From last weekend till September, there'll be salsa workshops and performances. Last weekend was the big one because it was the salsa dance competition. Also, there was a "live" latin band performance. Guess who was there?!

But it didn't matter. Idy was in charge of the event that Saturday night. I really enjoy hanging out with him and the boys. There are no pretentious airs about them. I didn't quite enjoy the salsa though. I like latin music but latin dance is one of the few things that intimidate me!

Unlike other music genre where you can just bump and grind, you really need to know the basic steps with latin music, especially salsa. Latin dance always makes me feel so conscientious about my two left feet! It's an embarrassing fact that Singaporeans in general can't dance.

That night was one of the boys' birthday too. Being a birthday sucker that I am, I can't tolerate anyone being sad nor lonely on his birthday. He was feeling down because firstly, he had to work, and secondly, I think this was the first time in many years he's on his own on his birthday.

Since we couldn't go and paint the town red, nor can I afford to get him drunk, I bought him a slice of mud pie from The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaves. It's pathetic that I couldn't even afford to buy a whole cake. Then, I got the whole boys to sing him a birthday song before he blew out the flame from my lighter (no candles even!). It always makes my day to see the birthday boy or girl blush in appreciation for the little efforts I've done.

That night, I told Idy why I wasn't comfortable with this whole "relationship" thingy. I explained how Din had single-handedly made me fear "relationships", "love" and all that crap. Notice the quotation marks. That's not all. The killer was when I told him how creepily alike he and Din were.

For awhile after that, there was this uncomfortable presence about us. What else did I expect??? I just blew the guy off man! My fight and flight instinct told me to leave. But I stayed because not only was I such a bloody nice person, I was a guilt-stricken one too! Damn it!

Eventually, all that was forgotten. Sex ruined it, or saved it, depending on whose side you're on. A full-blown one at that! Then as if someone just hit me on the head with a four-by-four, it dawned on me that this guy deserved a chance! And I too deserved a chance!

All these while, I've thought only of myself. How selfish could I possibly be? There was this guy who was really sweet and all and didn't even see me as some sexual object at first, and I wanted to blow him off??? But hey! I had every right to feel defensive! A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do you know. Stupid as it may be sometimes.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Friday, June 23, 2006 @ 5:06 pm

Dear Blogger,

I feel so bloody restless today. I'm not really sure why. Could it be the super strong coffee I had in the morning? I had to have my caffeine fix these days. I am so not getting enough sleep! Damn the World Cup!

Could it just simply be my restless spirit? I'm dying to fly! Fly far, far away. Maybe to Iceland. By the way, why is it called Iceland when it's green, while it's icy in Greenland? Who's the idiot who named these countries? He must have thought it was really funny. Actually... it is quite funny.

Anyhow, I don't think this relationship thingy is for me. What the hell does a boyfriend do anyway? And what does it mean to be in a relationship? Could it be that I'm restless because I'm freaking out? Oh shit! I AM FREAKING OUT! Breathe girl! Breathe! NO WAIT! Don't breathe! You might hyperventilate!

I'm going tell Idy that this isn't working out. It's not him. It's me! He'll be better off without me! Gosh that sounds so cliched.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Thursday, June 22, 2006 @ 3:14 pm

Dear Blogger,

It's official. I have a boyfriend now. I still don't know what that meant though. Anyway, meet Idy (pronounced ee-dee). We met about 2 months ago at work. He's from what I thought was the more exciting department in the organisation.

I'm from the shitty department that has to kiss customers' arses daily just so that they'll come back or hopefully be loyal customers. It isn't really that bad. Most of the time, I've pleasant experiences. It's those few days that I really wish the whole department will burn itself into ashes!

Anyhow, I was selected to help his department out for a major event because in my supervisor's own words, "it's a high profile event and we need someone who's comfortable with these kinds of events". In other words, someone who could Greet, Smile and say Thank you (GST) without looking like it's been rehearsed.

He was co-IC (in-charge) of the event with another guy (Guy E). I got along well with both guys. In fact, I even slept with E! Nothing came out of that one. It was just fun you know. So for awhile, there was this three-way flirting going on until E found out that Idy has been contacting me and asking me out.

I didn't quite understand then why that would matter since we were both just having fun. We both knew that we were never going to evolve into something else. Then I found out that it has something to do with this unspoken brotherhood code or something. Much like our very own unspoken sisterhood code whereby you don't date your best friend's boyfriend or even ex-boyfriends.

So to cut the story short, my communication with E became more discreet (by SMS only) and my appearances with Idy became more public. But you know me. I don't get into this relationship nonsense until I'm very, very sure. To Idy's credit, he didn't push me into anything until I've given him the green light.

He courted me in a way that I thought was the proper way for a young woman to be courted. OK, so he hasn't sent me flowers yet but he asks me out on real dates, buys me meals, open doors for me and makes sure that I'm home safe every night, among other things.

I guess he should thank the World Cup for that transition to the next stage. We've been seeing each other almost daily just to catch the early "live" matches together. Lately, we've even caught the 3 a.m. matches together! So it's just a matter of time till we move on to the next level.

I'm not just referring to the sex. It was nice, with a fair amount of gentleness and roughness equally paced. I don't know if the glass of cognac had helped too. I think the heavenly souls helped too because as soon as our lips touched, it began to rain. It stopped when we're both lying in each other's embrace, satiated.

After last night, I'm still cautious about revealing too much about my past. The fact that he shares the same birthday as Din and offers similar responses still creeps me out. He has his secrets too. I can tell. I'm not going to pry. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

So what does this all mean? Less freedom? Impending heartaches? Or a more stable moddie? I would like to think it would be the latter. I think it's about time I leave Din's shadow behind. Don't you think so? One small step at a time babe. One small step.

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Tuesday, June 20, 2006 @ 11:45 am

Dear Blogger,

Finally we're moving on to Round 2! The knockout matches! After almost 2 weeks of qualifying matches and teh-o lemon ais (ice lemon tea) at Simpang Bedok, my body needs some ethereal earth-bound energy or whatever those yoga gurus were preaching about, just so to balance the chi flowing in me. I have no idea what I'm talking about. That's how much the World Cup has affected my sleep.

So far, the World Cup has surprised us with unexpected teams performing better than those who were expected to cruise by (hint hint at the Samba boys!). Argentina's 6 goals drumming of Serbia-Montenegro was exciting and excruciating to watch at the same time. Can this be Argentina's year? I can already hear Eva Peron singing at the Presidential Palace's balcony.

The messy Italy-USA match was the most thrilling so far and all for the wrong reasons. But hey! Life is about yin and yang. It can't always be a Beautiful Game can it (again, hint hint at the Samba boys!)? I watched it at the Boys' storeroom at work. It's actually a campsite for one of those outdoor youth achievement groups a la Outward Bounds. So the site is fully equipped with bunk beds and decent washrooms.

Slept for just an hour and went to work after that, which was just about 10 minutes walk from the storeroom. I was practically a zombie that whole day! I had learnt to appreciate the value of sleep after that. Never ever will I compromise sleep for three straight football matches!

Tonight, the big matches will be Germany vs Ecuador at 10 p.m. and England vs Sweden at 3 a.m. There will be two other matches playing at 10 p.m. and 3 a.m. too but who cares right? Besides, I dreamt of Jurgen Klinnsman last night. We were sailing on a powerboat. Just the two of us. That's a good sign isn't it? Don't ask me why I dreamt of him. I've never paid much attention to Germany in the first place! But Klinnsman sure looks good in those white shirts he's been wearing at the pitch. Yummy!

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Monday, June 19, 2006 @ 4:55 pm

Dear Blogger,

I think I've unwittingly gotten myself a boyfriend! I'm not sure yet but it sure strongly feels like it. When I go on dates, I don't immediately assume or consider that the guy I'm seeing is a "boyfriend". Not even when we've gone on dates multiple times. Not even after we've slept with one another!

I take the term "boyfriend" seriously. So, why the hell does it feel like I've gotten one already? He hasn't even kissed me yet! I think I am more likely to have sex with another one of his colleagues than with him anytime soon!

Maybe that's a good thing. He's quite a gentleman and he cooks! His friends have been telling me what a good-hearted person he is that I'm beginning to believe them. So much so that I feel bad about flirting with other guys now! I know for sure that he really likes me. His friends confirmed that for me.

I'm in unfamiliar territory right now. I'm so used to having lovers, flings and one night stands and their roles are defined so clearly. What does a boyfriend do anyway? Besides, with Din, things were so comfortable between us that we didn't even feel the transition from friendship to a steady relationship!

Maybe it's just me. I know he is a good thing because the testimonies from my friends and his friends said so. But the cynic in me just want to be very, very sure. I can't blame it! I've been burnt really bad and the scars haven't healed yet. I think they're permanent scars!

What do I know about this guy anyway? I know about his work and his colleagues and that's it. He doesn't look married and that's been confirmed by his friends too. He may not be married now but could he have been married before? Afterall, he's 12 years my senior!

He has pictures of some kids in his phone. He said they were his nieces but I'm not too sure. Even if they were his kids, it's not that I mind. It's just awkward you know. For both him and me. Besides, you don't ask your date whether he's married, divorced, have kids, sexual preference, etc, do you?

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Friday, June 16, 2006 @ 5:49 pm

Dear Blogger,

I really wish there was a way for me to completely cut away my ties with the past. There is really no such thing as starting life anew. The past always catches up on you. It can always be argued that the our past defines our future. I do have to give my past some credit for making me a stronger and wiser person. Still, there is only so much of my past that I can resolve and tolerate.

Why doesn't anybody understand that I am trying my best to resolve a lot of the shit that I've gotten myself into? Sometimes, the shit isn't even mine! I'm not trying to make myself out as some matyr but please, please, please! The last thing I need right now is even more criticism.

I am already so hard on myself so there is really no need for further vilification. Especially from those who are supposed to matter to me. I am so consumed by the issues at home, the issues at school and whatever other mundane issues that seem to affect me every few minutes.

Where do I go? Who do I turn to? What do I do??? How many knew or even cared that I've shed more tears last night? I could have stood in the middle of Orchard MRT Station, crying my eyes out. Yet, I would be invisible. "She will be loved," sang Maroon 5. Will I? I am only loved when I'm convenient.

But it's never their fault. I made it convenient for them. I am guilty for the state I'm in. Everyone else is always innocent. They are never responsible. Never! It has always been me, me, ME!

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Thursday, June 15, 2006 @ 4:24 pm

Dear Blogger,

I am so bored. I hate feeling bored. It's as if nothing excites me today. Not even the upcoming England vs Trinidad and Tobago match tonight. When I'm bored, I become moody. You won't like me when I'm moody. I am capable of zapping away other people's sunshine when I'm moody. I'm not kidding.

I am so bored that I don't even feel hungry. At lunch, I had to avoid the cafeteria because the smell of food made me want to throw up. And I have been doing a lot of throwing up lately. At almost every meal now. But then, I'd have all these heavy cravings. Yet, I can't even eat anything without wanting to throw up!

I'm a really sick person. I'm sick of this place!

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Wednesday, June 14, 2006 @ 1:04 pm

Dear Blogger,

These late night suppers have not been very good for me. I'm putting on weight man! Again! But it wasn't like I'm eating four meals a day now. I'm comparatively eating lesser meals than before. On most days, I skip dinner altogether. Sometimes, I'll even miss lunch and dinner!

I don't purposely skip meals. The way my life is going right now only allows me to eat a decent meal at certain times. For example, I can only have a decent dinner some time after 10 p.m. Technically, that would be supper, wouldn't it?

I guess I'm not the only one with that problem. Apparently, because of the longer working hours here, Singaporeans are having their dinners later, instead of at 6 or 7 p.m. There was this call by the retailers association (I think!) to have F&B outlets open later because of this trend, worrying as it is.

There's even a campaign to extend retail operation hours to midnight! That's good for us consumers, but I'm working in the service industry too. So, I'm not really keen on that idea. Afterall, service industry workers are already sacrificing their weekends and public holidays to serve the general public.

Just to be more positive, I keep telling myself that my sacrifice is keeping our economy going. And eventually, in the long run, a healthy and wealthy economy will be good for me. I can be such an optimistic fool sometimes.

Anyway, back to my weight. Since the school term ended for the summer break, I've not stepped into the gym or engaged in any physical exercise whatsoever. Not even sex. I'm not going to give myself the cliched excuse of not having enough time to exercise. I'm just going to admit that I'm just plain lazy.

Lazy even for sex? Hmm... there must really be something wrong with me then. I do get horny every now and then, but when it comes to the actual execution itself, I get totally turned off. I don't know why. Just last night, I was really horny, probably because of the full moon. But I didn't want to do it with anyone! Isn't that weird?

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Tuesday, June 13, 2006 @ 9:54 am

Dear Blogger,

Could it really be that coincidental that the guy I'm seeing right now shares the same birthday as Din??? Does God really have a wicked sense of humour? I knew he's a Leo but I didn't expect his birthday to be the same too! This is so heavy! How the hell did I get myself into this???

Anyway, we had supper at Simpang Bedok. It was just meant to be supper but it turned out to be supper cum football gathering. The place was packed with customers who just ordered tea or coffee! All I wanted was a decent, hot plate of fried rice!

But it wasn't all that bad. The telly was a decent projection-sized tv. It was perched on the second-floor of the shophouse. I thought that was very creative of the restaurant owner. We've got a good spot but I couldn't see the players very well. But that's just my poor eyesight.

We caught the first 2 matches; Australia vs Japan and USA vs Czech Republic. I could have stayed for the Italy vs Ghana match but my poor darling was already tired. In overall, they were good matches. At least the teams played better than the super flops that England and Portugal are.

I really did enjoy myself. Just a pity that beers cannot be served. A cold bottle of Heineken would be nice. It would go well with the fried chicken rice that I had. Maybe I should call my friends out for suppers like this. But I definitely can't do this every night. Once a week would be just fine. These late night matches are killers man!

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Monday, June 12, 2006 @ 2:49 pm

Dear Blogger,

I have been an intern in this company for 5 weeks already, and everyday it's the same thing. Even for lunch it's the same! I find that lunch time is the most excruciating time of all. Every one finds a table that can fit all of us. Usually, it requires two to three round tables to be pulled together. I just don't understand why we all have to sit together!

Since this company is in an industrial area, I don't have much choice to eat. There is only one Muslim stall to cater to the many hundreds Muslim employees here! After 5 weeks, I've begun to skip lunch altogether. Everyone basically does his or her own thing. We don't know much about one another. Nobody wants to open up.

Even the World Cup doesn't bring about much conversation! Can't blame them. There isn't much to talk about the World Cup in the first place! All the matches that have been played so far has been... BORING! Even the opening match is hype full of air. Of course Germany was expected to thrash Costa Rica! Duh!

I miss Din. We used to watch football together. I miss that! I know I know... No point thinking about the past but I couldn't help myself! Why is it that I always want what I cannot have? It's not just him you know. Almost all the guys I meet these days are married. Sometimes I don't even know that they're married! But you know what? I still want them!

What is their attraction anyway? Is it the absence of any committments? Am I really that scared of committments? Well anyway, like I've always suspected. Bad boys are so much more fun to be with. They just make lousy partners.

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Thursday, June 08, 2006 @ 10:15 am

Dear Blogger,

Here's what had happened in my pathetic little life since last Thursday...

Last weekend, there was the Balloon Hat Festival at Sentosa. It's a massive annual event for Sentosa as it co-organises it with the Ministry of Education. It involves several school military bands performing and several balloon act performances at the beach.

This year, my sister was involved. She's in her school band playing the trumpet. She's very dedicated to it. She lucky! My brothers and I didn't get the encouragement and support to participate in school activities like this from our parents. I wanted to be a girl scout or join the school band.

I became a school librarian because it didn't involve me wearing any other uniforms except the school uniform and it didn't require me to come back to school on Saturdays or during school holidays. My brothers could only do sports. No NCC nor NPCC nor whatever uniform groups available at that time.

Anyway, my sister's school band won Best Choreography in this event and they deserved it! It was the best and most enthusiastic performance I've seen in this 2-day event. Even though we don't hang out as often as we used to (she has a boyfriend now!), I'm still her sister. It's my responsibility as the elder sister to support her.

Went for seafood (chilli crabs and oysters!) and beer at Newton on Sunday night after the event. Had it with a colleague from the same department as this guy I'm currently seeing. I forgot what a bad drinker he was. The last time we went clubbing, he was stoned only after two jugs of whisky coke.

But it's good! Because apparently, he's the type who tells you everything when influenced by alcohol! He asked me what the hell was I doing playing games with two of his colleagues. People often don't realise that when I do this, it is never intentional. It just happened!

He gave a very lengthy insight on these two guys, which I listened with great interest. As I knew all along, one is a typical bad boy and the other, is a decent person with good intentions. It was obvious whom I should consider as boyfriend. But the thing is, I don't want a boyfriend! Boyfriends and relationships are trouble!

Didn't do much else for the rest of the week except shopping. I wouldn't say I went on a shopping spree because the things I bought were necessities. My bed was unfortunately infested with bed bugs. So I had no choice but to shop for new bed linens and pillows. Thank God I didn't have to buy a new bed! Couldn't afford to!

Fortunately (or unfortunately), it's the Great Singapore Sale. I bought an anti-dust mite pillow for $12, with the second pillow at 50% off. Same goes for the bed linens. I have not woken up in the middle of the night since! The new pillows were so damn comfortable that I didn't want to wake up at all!

I also bought groceries. My mom hasn't gone to the market in ages. She hasn't cooked in ages! I've been eating instant noodles for breakfast and dinner (if I'm not out) for weeks now. I can feel my lustrous curly hair thinning. Let's not get started on why I don't just cook a decent meal ya.

Watched "Cars" last night. I thought it was the best full-length animated movie I've watched since "Monster Inc". "The Incredibles" was good too but it wasn't comical enough. "Cars" had some heart-stopping action that I think would appeal to thrill-seeking folks like me. And because it's about fast cars, how can I not like it???

It's funny lines will make both adults and children laugh out loud. The spoofs on past Pixar movies were hilarious! In terms of technicalities, Pixar is superb as usual. In a scene where the lovebirds (Lightning McQueen and Sally Porsche) drove along the mountains was just amazing. I had to do a double take to confirm if the background were real or not!

Pixar has really done a good job. It has consistently produced very good movies (for an animation no less!) with good storylines. Sometimes I think how ironic it is that their animated characters have more soul than most human actors in Hollywood! What can you expect from Steve Jobs eh?

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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Thursday, June 01, 2006 @ 4:47 pm

Dear Blogger,

I've found a new love interest. Stilleto heels. The love affair began quite some time back but it didn't intensify till now. They've become more comfortable now. At least to me. They've become sexier and so much more fashionable. More importantly, they've become so much more affordable to me now.

The last stilleto that I've bought is a plain cotton candy pink one with a very irresistable ribbon laced at the back. It's sugar and spice at the same time! The heel is thin and slenderly long. When I wear them, they make me taller and sexier, and they make me walk with a good, straight-back posture. Like what stilletos are meant to do!

I'm resisting the urge to buy more of them. I've disciplined myself to buy only a pair after each pay day. That isn't too bad is it? If I keep this up, I'll have 12 brand new pairs of shoes in a year! This is just a start. When I'm finally out there earning big bucks, I'll walk into a Jimmy Choo or a Manolo Blahnik store (is there even one in Singapore???), and bring home a pair or two.

I wish I was eloquent enough to explain a woman's love affair with shoes, but I'm not eloquent. Shoes are to women as what sex is to men. A well-fit, sexy, comfy pair of shoes are aphrodisiacs for women! Like sex, we all have our own preferences. I like feminine details in shoes, while some prefer flamboyancy. Oh well. Here's to my next pay day!

Sincerely,
modgurl.

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