Wednesday, September 28, 2005
It's a conspiracy, I tells ya
Last night, I received an sms from a friend asking me out for a movie next week with her husband and a 'friend'. My spidey senses tell me something is adrift.
I must have the sign "Single" plastered on my forehead or something.
Not that I'm complaining or anything, this makes it a lot easier for me, I don't have to go out to meet men, people are bringing them to me! Sweet!
I must have the sign "Single" plastered on my forehead or something.
Not that I'm complaining or anything, this makes it a lot easier for me, I don't have to go out to meet men, people are bringing them to me! Sweet!
Monday, September 26, 2005
Is this a sign?
Today I had two calls from my auntie and cousin, both wanting to introduce me to "very nice and sweet boys". My aunt passed along my number and email address, while cousin wants to set up a casual walk on Sunday. Hmm...
Teriyaki wha?
m-flo and Rip Slyme to team up to record US debut
Whee, m-flo and Rip Slyme are my two favouritest Japanese groups. I can't wait to hear what sort of songs they will come up with, but the name the name - Teriyaki Boyz? What is with the cutesy Japanesey names? And the misspelling? That misspelling of 'Boys' particularly irks me. Ugh.
- via Little Yellow Different
Friday, September 23, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
ShooStories: Burn, baby, burn
#24
The Shoo: Sienna, but not Miller
When: sometime late 2003
Where: Zara, Liat Towers
The Story: When I was a little girl, I had a pair of red patent shoes. My mum tells me they were one of my favourites, no doubt because of their colour (deep blood red, and it's the closest to pink), and the little bow in front. Apparently I always clamoured to wear them, I suspect because I wanted to be Dorothy in her sparkly mary-janes in the Wizard of Oz, and also the dance-crazy girl in that old, old ballet The Red Shoes.
Red says passion, power, with a certain I'm not afraid to take on the world dash to it. And also, they tend to spice up an all-black outfit terribly well. So that's why I'm on a hunt for a pair of red shoos. So far, the search is not so good, and the closest I've come to it is these pair of Zara heels. When in the shop, I tried to fool myself into thinking they were red, but after trying to match it with various outfits, I couldn't fool myself any longer. They're burnt orange, not fire-engine red. Back to the shopping board, it is.
Bonus!
I'm wearing them today!
The Shoo: Sienna, but not Miller
When: sometime late 2003
Where: Zara, Liat Towers
The Story: When I was a little girl, I had a pair of red patent shoes. My mum tells me they were one of my favourites, no doubt because of their colour (deep blood red, and it's the closest to pink), and the little bow in front. Apparently I always clamoured to wear them, I suspect because I wanted to be Dorothy in her sparkly mary-janes in the Wizard of Oz, and also the dance-crazy girl in that old, old ballet The Red Shoes.
Red says passion, power, with a certain I'm not afraid to take on the world dash to it. And also, they tend to spice up an all-black outfit terribly well. So that's why I'm on a hunt for a pair of red shoos. So far, the search is not so good, and the closest I've come to it is these pair of Zara heels. When in the shop, I tried to fool myself into thinking they were red, but after trying to match it with various outfits, I couldn't fool myself any longer. They're burnt orange, not fire-engine red. Back to the shopping board, it is.
Bonus!
I'm wearing them today!
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