Right where you want me

I spent the whole of yesterday with wonderful company. Pics from Shu! (Thanks babe!)

First up, Shu, her sis, and I headed down Canele for a dose of quality desserts.

Salade “Canele” –Crab meat, tomato, hard boiled egg, mesclun salad, sunflower and pumpkin seeds with citrus vinaigrette.

 

Cafe Caramel–Milk chocolate coffee mousse, chocolate genoise with expresso, salty caramel and hazelnut feullitine. I love this. Orgasmic! Cos I love caramel, and this salty caramel is just purrfect. Kinda reminded me of the squid ink ice-cream I had in Hakkodate. Yummy!

 

Matcha–Delicate green tea mousse and chestnut cremeux layered with green tea biscuit and almond crumble.

Shu’s sister, Ning, had this. She said it was good but the base is too sweet, as compared to the light mousse.

 

Shu’s order, Calamasi Sorbet. Potently sour, but wow, I loved it.

 

Next up, we headed to Arab street while Ning went back to school. Ning is uber talented, I simply love her drawings! She said they’re just sketches, but it’s enough to take my breath away.

Arab street is a cool place to go shopping, we went there to get some crystals. I’m glad we went to the right shop… 

Me: Uncle, how much does the tweezers cost?

Uncle: Very expensive! A grand total of 2 dollars!

And just before we left, he said, “If you need to get 1 carat diamonds next time when you get married, look for me, my brother is a diamonds trader.”

 

Afterwhich, Haji Lane!

I love shopping there with almost no one else. There, shu and I had tonnes of fun looking at quirky stuff. It’s a good place to make small talk with fashion students too!

And then, a fashion merchanising student asked, “Is your bag a YSL? Oh, I love your wallet!”

My day was made.

It was comfortable walking with a good friend down the tiny lanes, small roads, catching up, pointing out at random small things, laughing, sharing jokes.

 

 

Postsecret Sunday/ Love we deserve

I’ve made up my mind, don’t need to think it over,
If I’m wrong I am right, don’t need to look no further,
This ain’t lust, I know this is love.

But if i tell the world, I’ll never say enough,
Cause it was not said to you, and that’s exactly what I need to do,
If I’m in love with you.

Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere, or would it be a waste?

Fly around in circles, wait then as my heart drops,
and my back begins to tingle.

Finally could this be it?

No more chasing pavements. I’m standing still.

Jakarta

Saw this bunny at Carrefore and got reminded of Blackie. They’re so cute, aren’t they?

When in Indonesia, have J.Co (even tho we have it here too).

Local food found at Mungga Dua.

Japanese food

And I got bored–my grandma’s and mine. My mum said, “You look like you’re not wearing shorts.” Well, I was.

Very importantly, Christian Louboutin.

Uber Sexy!

My dad loves this clutch. He asked, “Is it possible they do one for men?”

I love this!

I think it’s sexy to wear heels this high and strut down the streets. The contrast between black and red is just alluring.

 

Just tell me how can anyone not fall for these? Any maybe in some cases, fall in these..

Postsecret Sunday/ I’m not that cruel

Sometimes, we need a little more patience..

Christian Louboutins.

Here I am. In front of Dad’s lappie, eating Resse Buttercups(damn sinful but I gymmed!).

I have to blog.

Because. I was walking along the shops at Plaza Indonesia.

And then. I saw Christian Louboutin.

Their flagship store–we don’t even have one in Singapore. Louboutins are sold in Pedder Red only! It’s sad, that the Louboutins don’t even have a store to call their own in Singapore. (Manolo Blahnik has a store too!)

And I insisted that my mum, dad and grandma enter the shop. I tell you, it’s crazy. They have Louboutins hanging from the ceiling. Shoes with matching clutches.

“You have so many pairs of shoes already!”, they all said in unison.

“You can’t compare them to a Louboutin! I don’t have a Louboutin yet! and I was thinking of getting one for my 21s!”, I said.

“That’s stepping on thousand over dollars!” my grandma said.

Ah, that’s my obssession with shoes, esp Louboutins, for they have that sexy red base. Even my grandma found that very sexy!

Snap snap snap. I took pictures of the shoes, while the shoes took my breath away.

Visual Orgasm. Yes, that’s the best word to use.

A Leopard print clutch caught my dad’s eye–geez, he said he likes it but can’t possibly carry it! So what did I say? “Buy for me lah!”

“Ok ok, after my next business deal, I buy. Then you just sit by the cafe with the Louboutins and watch the world go by…”

Just then, before I smiled(was preparing to say, “really ah!”), my mum said, “You have to keep the money for her UK trip!”

Haha, had a fun time at the shop. And if you’re thinking it’s a pity I won’t be laying hands on a Louboutins if not for my mum, you’re wrong.  Because I would want to use my own money for those Sexy Louboutins.

For as much I love some of those designer darlings, I firmly believe that those sould only reflect my earning abilities, not of any others.

And at least for now, we all know I got my genes from my dad when it comes to shoes and bags! Oh, plus the vainity part!

Psst. Christian collaborated with famous photographer David Lynch and they have created an exhibition featuring rare shoes by Louboutin, they are on show at the Pierre Passebon Gallery. The exhibition is named ‘Fetish’.–How apt! Can’t blame me, some people searching eagerly for soulmates, but I prefer to search for solemates.

Psst. Psst. Will have those Sexy Sexy Heels’ pics posted up when I’m back in Singapore.

Psst Psst Psst. Did anyone call me from Hong Kong?

Psst Psst Psst Psst. If you guys want anything ffrom Jakarta, email me!

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I tried to write a complete coherent post, but found it almost impossible. My brains must have been on a holiday too long for my comfort. As such, I resort to writing a post with paragraphs tha hardly link to each other. Plus, this is yet another no-brainer post..just decided to blog before I leave for the airport.

Just over the weekends, my mum decided that she has to do something, to save my lappie..so off she went to the repairman(thank god for the 3-yrs warranty).
Afterwhich, I received 3 calls from the repairman in a day.
First call, telling me that one of my two rams broke down, so he ordered a new one.
Second call was embarassing–“Hello Miss Lee, I realised that your keyboard is damaged cos you spilled nail polish on it, I tried to remove it, but it’s quite serious, so do you want me to have it replaced?”. I clumsily/stupidly/anything-along-that-line spilled my nail varish when I was lying on bed, painting my nails while watching “Sex and the City”. It must have been some juicy/exciting episode that got me engross.
Third call, to tell me the lappie’s battery is very weak. Needs to be replaced too…
I never knew my lappie was under so much suffering…

I spent the entire morning trying to pack my luggage. Luckily my mum ain’t home, or she’ll kill me for bringing..
1) 4 pairs of shoes,
2) more than a week’s clothes,
3) more than generous amount of UV protection, moisturiser and the likes of essentials..just for a five day trip. No choice, for I don’t really believe in travelling light. I need what I need and you’ll never know where you have to go with certain dress codes. No compromises.

Just as we were drinking at Swissotel’s Introbar that night, I realise that I get tipsy far too easily, just after a Bailey’s Martini and something else, which I ordered and almost immediately forgot. What happens when Jaslin gets slightly tipsy? Giggle, I think. Geez! Little wonder I hardly drink, and if I do, only in front of people close to me.

Okie Dokie, I better get ready, before my mama returns and kills me.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

Postsecret Sunday

I just read a blog about lost love.
For the longest time, I felt my heart ache a little for the person I don’t know.
Her heartache, her lost, her love.

Then I finally understand what really hold me back.
The lost—–am I able to handle it?
I don’t think I’m strong enough to look back and remember that life was better when the someone was with me, seeing me through.
I would rather always be alone than to have love and lost.
I may have to hoover around the comfort zone of being me, myself and I for a long time before I take the plunge.

I’ve seen, I’ve heard, I’ve experienced.
It’s ever so often that I get entangled in other people’s love affairs that I feel like the invisible third party trying to make things right for the other two.
That’s how I gradually lose faith.

In the game of love,
there are bound to be winners and losers.
Maybe,
I just don’t like the idea of the zero-sum game.
Or.
Maybe it’s a case of “I love you. But I love me more”.

Sex. And the city

(At the lunch table. Fe, Mr A, Mr B, Mr C and Miss S)

Mr A: Are you into Korean Dramas?
Me: Ah nope..I think they’re too soapy. I’m into Sex and the City.

(Just then, the whole table sank into awkward silence, with them looking at their food…)

Me: Did you just think I said “Sex”?
Mr A: Ya!
Me: (not knowing to cry or laugh) No! I said “Sex and the City”!
Mr A: Haha, I thought you just revealed your darkest secret.
Mr B: I think it’s because after the “Sex” we couldn’t really hear the rest..sounded like a pause.
Me: Haha, and “Sex and the City” is not about sex..It’s about relationships. It just has a very suggestive name.
Mr A to Mr C: Don’t look too excited lah! She just said “Sex and the City” is about relationships!

After lunch, Fe told me she was laughing into her porridge when I said “Sex and the City”. So now, I may be stick to saying SatC.

Plus, what’s up with guys who think that SatC is about Sex?

Psst. Am leaving for Jakarta next week, back in a week or so!

As the clock strikes

As I sit in front of my computer, I tried to think about what I have to say about turning 21…I switched off my phone, hoping for some peace for reflection. The past few days have been crazy(I slept a lot); I think it’s the pressure of having an approaching birthday. It may just be another day but I think turning 21, it entails. Expectations. And I wonder if I can live up to it all. Maybe the start of eye cream, more SPF, the lookout for wrinkles? I’m vain wad.

Nevertheless, I’m thankful.
For the wonderful family I have,
For the friends who look beyond my intimidating/fierce exterior, who accepts my cynicism,
For the opportunities to pursue my passion, to sing on the few but treasured stage,
For the many more unknown and unexpected; tears and laughter; love and heartbreaks; mistakes and lessons; desserts and orgasmic experiences(haha!).

To sum it up, perhaps it’s like me baking. I bake with excitment, yet with my heart prepared to handle mishaps and failures, ready to start all over again.

A special dedication
It’s not so easy lovin’ me, it gets so complicated
All the things you gotta be.
Everything’s changing but you’re the truth,
I’m amazed by all your patience,
Everything I put you through.

And when I’m about to fall, somehow you’re always waiting
Your open arms to catch me.
You’re gonna save me from myself

My love is tainted by your touch, well some guys have shown me aces
But you got that royal flush.
I know it’s crazy every day, well tomorrow may be shaky
But you never turn away.

Don’t ask me why I’m crying cause when I start to crumble
You know how to keep me smiling.
You always save me from myself.

I know it’s hard, it’s hard
But you’ve broken all my walls.
You’ve been my strength, so strong.

And don’t ask me why I love you,
It’s obvious your tenderness,
Is what I need to make me,
A better woman,
To myself.

Happy Birthday

To Banana. The one who sat beside me for 2 years. The one who was intimidated by me by the first sight (which is normal). The one who puts up with my beatings. The one who called when I was down. The one who I will always be there for. Hope your enjoying yourself in Tasmania!

To Mr Q. The one who is ever so generous. The one who opens my mind. The one who shares rumblings with me. The one who helped to light up my days in university, and I’m sure will continue to do so. The one who shares my love for singing.

To both of you, Happy Birthday. It’s amazing to have 2 so-very-important people have their birthdays just a day before mine.

No matter what our future lies, no matter what we choose to embark upon, no matter who and how we choose to love, no matter how we choose to live, may we never lose heart and faith.

Loving you always,

Jaslin

Vogue/ Postsecret Sunday

The party’s finally over. Words can’t really do my feelings justice. It was surreal to see the important people in, my life, congregated at the place I’ve chosen, just to be there for me. I know I’ve repeated this a thousand times, but I do feel the need to say it once again, that I do apologise if there were any hiccups, or if I wasn’t a good host. Especially to the PL Lites, sorry that I didn’t have much time with you girls.

“Have you eaten?”, many asked. That’s not important, for it was a tribute to the important people who helped shape my thoughts and made me who I am today.

The 3 guys whom I don’t know (unfortch, not Mr Sexy Sidebuns. My dad called them “gate crashers”)- I wished I had the time to invite them to the party. They looked happy as they stood opposite me amongst my guests when I was making my speech. They nodded as I talked, which I thought was really funny.

The wonderful gifts. I have to specially mention some gifts! And for those which I din’t mention, I love them nevertheless! But I don’t wann bore you with an entry with a list of gifts received.

1) A photo journal from JK, with the pictures he took in Germany. They’re beautiful(understatement)! It’s portfolio standard!

2) Bags, many many bags, I think I received 4! A Guess one from Shoe(thank you babe! it’s huge!), an clutch from Sharon and Jeremy, a Audrey Hepburn one from Charles, and a tote from Sharmaine’s parents.

3) Little Miss Sunshine shirt from Sharmaine, my 8 year-old tuition kid. Her mum said she took soooo long to choose. Haha, she got the tee in green, cos she thinks that’s my fave colour (since my iPod and handphone are both green).

4) The 2 bouquets of roses! One from Kenneth, and the other from my cousin. Yes, I love roses, esp when they’re red! Passionate lah!

5) Bikinis and sexy Lingerie and Nightgown. Yes. And they’re either in Red or Pink. Haha. You all know me lah!

6) Mr Sexy Sideburns. Nope, I didn’t get him for my birthday. But I’m still feeling hopeful! I’ve been asked many many times, ” Have you received Sexy Sideburns?” or, “Who is Sexy Sideburns?” Haha, I love talking about him, so feel free to ask! Btw, if you still haven’t got me a present. get me Sexy Sideburns! A pity he’s not being sold in Toys’R’us or something! Psst. I was teling Melissa about him and she said, “Sounds like a good movie!” Haha!

And my mum told me, “your top is sooo low!”. Haha, expected! But I still love my Bebe top. Bebe’s sexy! Now, I found a new love. Nope, I’m not a victim of consumerism. Look, people have got different defination of style. And I respect that. Style does not mean spending lots on a top, with that, money doesn’t buy you style.

“Vogue” was the theme, and I would like to thank all for coming in their defination of Vogue. It was nice, dressing up, socialising, having good food, I hope. Although the Al fresco style might have baked some of you, I know.

I’m not 21. yet. But soon, in 4 days. I’m a lunchtime baby, which may explain my passion for good food. Haha. Becoming 21 is nothing “major major”, but it’s a common benchmark used, to represent the fact that you’re now an adult. I mean, I don’t even look 21, I know I look soooooo Old–so celebating my 21st was a good opportunity for all the important people in my life, come together, eat the food I specially chose!

And dress up more, for like Coco Chanel said, “I don’t do Fashion, I am Fashion”. We shoudl all take pride in wad we wear.

Psst. Fr those with pictures, please, send them to me!

More than words.

Words.

Words ain’t the only form of expression. But it’s an important form of judgment. The kind of words uttered might have determined the type of person you are in someone else’s mind.

That’s judgmental-some may say. But if the words uttered did go thru the important thinking process, then how judgmental can it be?

If words is the only medium of communication…

Wrong words used might have killed you, without you knowing.

And it did.

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As i jogged in the very slight rain, I thought of my dreams from the night.

I had to struggle a bit before I figured out what exactly took place in the dream.

Then I realised I suconciously seeked comfort when I saw that face. The face I haven’t seen for months.