Category Archives: Rememberance

Shoessss

Shoess.. My Nemesis…

At the right shop, Β they cost me over $170 in less than 20mins.

Shoes… the right one, they help me float with poise and humanity on the street. They grab attention, they lift me up, they prance like everyday is a celebration.

Shoes… the right one and they take you to everywhere you go. Not like a duck or a marching band, but a nimble lady, gracing the public with your presence.

Shoes…

Thought I should start an album since they deserve that attention. Being a teacher doesnt take away my desire for pretty shoes. I still believe I can wear heels and maintain that poise though I have to stand for a couple of hours each day. So heres some beautiful ones to share. Β Share yours if they are donned differently~

 

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These whites are so Cinderella… (in other sense of “Cinderella” that is, not the glass slipper)

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These fuchsia is insane, but well, whats a little colour right? πŸ˜‰

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The very versatile black. Needs no introduction. Not a big fan of wedge, but well, this height is good for teaching, and why not since wedge is good support?

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Perhaps can be used for teaching, πŸ™‚ These versatile blacks, they are for all occasion. A little dressy for the nearby mall? A little height but not too high, for the town window shopping? A little formality for the formal occasion. Its all it. *thumbs up!

 

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This is insane! Its so glittery, but, its fine, thats what shoes are for, so when the audience look from the bottom up. You’ve already scored! Yes I do have blue dresses. and they go well even with black 3/4s! πŸ˜€

 

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Ladies and gentleman, this needs no further talk. πŸ™‚

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This is an old enough pair. I love its red (oxblood, as listed) but its subtle. Its presence and persona all in one.

 

Confidence is more than what people perceived of you. Confidence is what you present to people.

 

I had a dilemma…
Bought these 2 fabulous looking shoes, and I want to use them as soon as I can. I bought them.. I believe in Sept or Oct. Its never a wise idea to keep shoes for too long. >_<

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I love the leather wanna be look. Its chic and the height is just right. The details of the rims. *sluRP! BUY. If it fits, BUY!

 

and then theres this pair of wedge.

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When was the last time you see checkers on height? Checkers are so casual, so youthful, like a child skipping steps as he walks. But its in height. Its classy, its a ladies’ shoes.

 

So theres this Chanel’s Little Black Jacket exhibition that I wanted to go for. I wanted to decide on which one of these 2 shoes to go with the dress… Although the answer is obvious… πŸ˜€

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and in the end…

tADA!

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Now it raises the question: What do I match the wedge with???

3/4 pants? The heels look better πŸ™

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Jeans skirt? Not a bad idea…

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We’ll see…

 

thanks for coming by

 

Be Bless
Love,
Amanda

P/S: I think the dress, though it looks great, needs tapering… no waist line, no hips. :/

Merry Christmas!!

Merry Christmas Everyone!!!!

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Happy New Year Ahead too!!!! πŸ˜€

 

 

Loads of thought but no time, I’ll catch up real soon okay! *winks!

 

*MUACK! MUACKS!*

 

 

thanks for coming by

 

Be Bless
Love,
Amanda

Hosting

Went by to a dinner event hosted by a friend, and the things that some of them mentioned evoked some emotions of mine…
Some said “its been long since they had such, so much fun”
Another that mention that they felt nervous.
and the crowd that was on the other end of the long table.
and of course the “the host would like to say some words moments”.

 

and I asked myself: “What happen to all that?” πŸ˜€
What happen to the table for 10 at Old School Timbre Mount Sophia?
What happen to the table for 7 at Brotzeit?
What happen to the table for 4 at whatever Italian restaurant?
What happen to the table for 9 at Tonkichi?
What happen to all the bloggers invitation?
What happen to all the exclusive invite, event coverage?
What happen to the picnic at cemetry? πŸ˜€

 

I laughed as I looked back. πŸ™‚
Yes, been there, done that, hosted, front to the back, left to the right, *ClinKed* *Drunk* *Signed the Bill*
and I realize how fulfilling and blessed my life has been. πŸ˜€

 

I think at 23yrs old I started hosting dinners and experienced the whole night of entertaining people. I applaude me.

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But as we move on with time, our lifestyle change. πŸ™‚
I love me. and as I’ve mentioned, I am still awesome. πŸ˜€

HA πŸ˜€ I dont think theres another as self-assured or arrogant as I am.
While I dont throw so much eat outs, I still love the small groups that I would hang out with at random nights.
While I derived adrenaline and little bits of happiness from interactions and events as such, I learnt that sitting by the river with a good cuppa, dessert and company. Just a few friends recharges me more.

 

 

What recharges you? Have you found that balance, that peace, that little sanctuary that you can go to in your life? That certain activity that restores your balance in the heart soul and mind, that clears it all up and prepares you to claim more land?

 

Go figure.

 

thanks for coming by

 

Be Bless
Love,
Amanda

Soldiers?

Was just watching tv and a thought came to me.

 

So soldiers risked their life on war field and fighting for the country.

 

 

Then what happens after war?

 

Kinda like they lose their job isnt it?
Is fighting a war for the country really just a job?

Do they really go out of job after the war?

 

Whats left of the skills after that? How are they still relevant to the society?
Martial arts trainers?
Discipline masters?
Body Guards?
Security Officers?
Consultants?

 

Do they then continue on the new “job” with pride, or the broken and with wreck up mind?
All the brain jizz after the war… are they still mentally capable to handle it?

 

What about us then? How do we looked at our job?
Do we risk our life and go all out for our job?
Do what we do requires such dedication?
Who decides it anyway?

 

What if we take our job and really be liken to a soldier on the war field?
What would be left of us?
What would be the outcome of the tasks we uphold?

 

What would it be like?

 

What would it take for one to give everything that one has?

 

i-want-you

 

 

Thanks for coming by

 

Be Bless
Love,
Amanda

Paris

Speaking of traveling… I set a vision for myself. I want to take a photo of the 12 apostles before it becomes dunno how many apostles left. πŸ˜€

and was sitting in a car the other day, was pretty provoked by myself. Or probably the bus, after a meal w Iris, and I felt it in my heart.
I shall go to Paris and visit the Eiffel tower as a graduation celebration after my UniSIM.

 

Yup, UniSIM…. Its not going to be easy, hadn’t been, neither will be.

πŸ˜€ and on that note, nobody said anything about not going before the graduation. πŸ˜€

 

HAHA!

Hmm… and I was strategizing, you know the French speaking people, they kinda not appreciate people trying to speak English to them? πŸ˜€
Okay! I shall speak in Chinese the whole time that I am there. πŸ˜€

HAHAHAA!

Or maybe Bahasa Indonesia.

HAHAHAHA!

 

ANyway. πŸ˜€ Just saying.

 

Where do you envision yourself to go?

 

Thanks for coming by

 

Be Bless
Love,
Amanda

AhBoys2Men

 

 

My AH BOY P.O.P LOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Super proud of him!!!!!!!!!

 

*clap clap clap clap clap*

 

 

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TADA!!

He’s the young man on the left.

on the right is my neighbor, my sister and I have been hanging out with their family since we were really young.

the eldest in their family is of the same age as my sister.

the youngest in their family is of the same age as me. πŸ˜€

 

So when my brother arrives is like having another baby brother to the family.

So nice right. πŸ˜€

 

I remember how the youngest boy in their family and I use to race down the stairs to go to the nearby market. πŸ˜€
in our slippers and the glory of the flip flops slapping the stairs. Hahaha! those were the days.
and now my ah boy has “graduated” from the basic military training. I am so damn proud!!!!

*clap clap clap clap clap*

 

thats a very big achievement as part of being a Singaporean. πŸ™‚
and I do think army is a time when the boys get buffed up to be more man. πŸ™‚

 

thanks for coming by

 

Be Bless
Love,
Amanda

 

P/S: he is going Phuket, I remember I mentioned, after his whole army stint, which I believe is suppose to be 2 years, I’ll take him to Bangkok to pick up work attire. πŸ™‚

2nd Sunday

It’s a Sunday!!!
My first Sunday alone.. πŸ™
At least last week I have iris who came by to visit
Thank you iris!!

But anyway, πŸ™‚
Sunday, both doors open, let the air flow through legs stretched and blogging. πŸ˜€

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I missed blogging, or at least the way I used to blog, with the photo flood, adrenaline,
Can’t quite do that now as the speed is unsatisfactory and I could have done much things else while waiting.

Anyway, doesn’t stop me, cos I realize, blogging keeps me mentally sound. Seriously.. Like the release of ideas. Getting thoughts out. Knowing that I have people reading the blog. And even if they didn’t understand about enough, they are still here and hopefully it does enrich them.

So while others suggested for me to go visit places and you know distract myself, I realize, I’m really not the adventure and go big time, site seeing person anymore.
Or at least I got through that and am not super excited about that.

I prefer the cafe, tea, look out the window, listening to other people’s life experiences kind of person.
That keeps me going. That makes me feel happy.

There used to be a time when I asked myself why am I not with the crowd that’s staying out late into the night talking crap, laughing at random chats and I now understood why not.
Cos I am not like that.
And there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.
I am just me.

The one that takes care of myself, that I sleep enough, that I know what matters to me, that does not have to conform.

But of course, I do sweat and work out. I do watch my diet, I am still very aware of myself as a complete person. πŸ™‚ I am still healthy, I am still,

Me.

πŸ™‚

 

Thanks for coming by

Be Bless
Love,
Amanda

Mini Bus

I took their mini bus today!!!!!!!!!!
*excited!!!

Okay, just for the new experience lar huh,
It’s like the cheaper form of traveling here,
That short distance I travelled..
You know what, taking a cab is 10times more expensive than the bus!!!!!!!!
It’s like 2dollars vs 20cents

And so you get the tired face, the man smoking in cabin and of course, looks on people’s face that goes kinda “wats this expat doing on the bus.” “Wait, is she an expat or is she a local Chinese?”

πŸ˜€

Featuring… The tired faces!!!
πŸ˜€

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Okay, shots inside the bus

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Shot of the bus

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and my colleague from the Philippines Ms Carla

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And yours truly. πŸ™‚

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Thanks for coming by

Be Bless
Love,
Amanda

Relocate?

So PM Lee was saying what’s stopping SG people from progressing is the people’s reluctance to relocate.

I know why..
cos I’m kinda experiencing it. πŸ˜€
Alright, maybe not it’s entirety, but rather living and working alone overseas.

Hmm.. I wonder how it is if its the whole family..
So the husband gets busy bringing the bread home at work,
Parents try really hard to get their children into a good school (good is really subjective isn’t it?)
The wife, is she versatile enough to handle the situation?
Where to go get groceries besides malls and hypermarket? There’s no more convenience stall downstairs, or a quick hawker bite you can get (at least at where I stay). What about work? Her ambition, how she was? if she chose to be a housewife, can she handle the home-maker life?
Will she morph to become the typical TaiTai of that country?
How??

A well, that’s the beauty of humanity, the ability to survive, the ability to want to want to survive.

Thankfully for me,
Got a colleague who took me to the nearby “Shop and Save”. (Yippie! I can get apples!)
(but as she suggested, “far” or “near” is subjective. πŸ˜€ its a 20min walk to the location by the way. πŸ˜€ and a wet market thats about twice the distance away.)
(which is like the exact opposite in my neighbourhood back in SG, wet market is less than 10mins away, that supermarket is about twice as far away — wet market is closer to me)

Took me on a small bus ride, which is like the small version of SBS n TIBS buses, (although they have that and even a lane for those buses)

And really after looking around at a couple of colleague’s place, I really think those problems are relative.

Yes, we don’t get the usual conveniences like do in SG, yes we don’t get the Internet speed and erm.. we are different, but I think after the initial, I might just be in love with the pace here.

I think a SG that is sick of the rat race would be very comfortable here.

BUT BUT, I still love my Singapore.
Where I belong, where I left my heart and soul.
And of course my mummy and daddy.

And my friends..

And my bakerzin..
And my fish soup noodles
And my..
Okay whatever they are replaceable.

I think ultimately, when one is debt-free, pocket full of cash, work on the right hand, shelter on the left hand, no strings attached, everywhere is good.

πŸ˜‰

Live and let live πŸ™‚
Slowly slowly, sinking right in.

Thanks for coming by

Be Bless
Love,
Amanda

Internet

Was doing the last bits of work when a colleague walked over and asked me to leave and go have a life.

Deep down inside I almost feel like crying. I have no life.
My life after 7pm is dinner in decent, atas restaurants, or movies, or a chilax time at the cafe drinking tea, “stoning” away.

Or alternatively, on high speed Internet access, under the facade of Facebook that displays the lives of my friends on a monitor screen.

Or maybe streaming playlist or chosen movies on YouTube.

Or maybe clicking through the channels on tvΒ  that keeps me up to date, or tuning in to radio that stream the latest songs on air.

I missed all that.

I realize this is how I live my life in the past when I took on the career of teaching. No life. Really, I go home straight after work and well, as though sole purpose of being alive is to shape children’s life.
and after fulfilling my obligations, taking up a new lifestyle, I understood why I came out.
Because even if no one taught me to live, I am really just a human, more selfish than that. πŸ™‚ but anyway, it was bcos of a medical condition I left and I have since then recovered. A it’s all good.

While I’m kinda lost right now, I guess I’ll find meaning in this soon enough. πŸ™‚

 

 

Thanks for coming by

 

Be Bless
Love,
Amanda