Pretty in pink

Pretty in pink

Because looking at this goofy adorable face makes me laugh and want to go home and play with her. I hope she grows up to be funny and sassy, confident and kind, intelligent and streetsmart, delightful yet down-to-earth, able to wear princessy pink dresses but still want to look goofy and fun — the kind who wears sneakers under all the frou-frou

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Afternoon reading: Crazy Rich Asians

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Having an afternoon alone at the National Museum. This book, about Singaporean high society and its foibles, is the perfect late lunch companion. Refreshingly hilarious and gossipy, it’s a peek into the rarefied air of Asia’s super-rich. Now, I don’t know how “drawn from real life/people” the book is, but having hobnobbed with some of the rich folk here at some media events, I could certainly believe that Kevin Kwan wrote his roman a clef with some real people in mind. It’s a delicious read!

Weekend reading: The Eye of God

Weekend reading: The Eye of God

Spending the day away from people in the company of an elite scientific military team racing against time to save the world. In the mix are dark matter, the Vatican, the fall of the Roman Empire, a skull encrypted with ancient Aramaic, a book bound in human skin, Genghis Khan, a falling satellite that caught images of the Earth’s destruction in the future, Christianity’s true origins… Oh, and there’s a hint of romance and gunfights galore. All in all, this seems like a rollicking good read. Just what I need to forget about humans for awhile.

Throwback Thursday: The CGs

Throwback Thursday: The CGs

What do you get when you wake up in a corridor-full of women and there are no classes? Mayhem, that’s what. I can’t remember if this was taken during a weekend or we all just decided to cut classes for the day. What I do remember is that this was in December and that we just woke up and we had just finished exchanging Christmas presents. Then again, even that memory could be faulty. What can I say, I’m old. The girl I was in this picture could have been my daughter now. Any of these fresh-faced girls could have been.

I always get sentimental about old photos — especially ones like these. Maybe because I never had sisters and these girls were surrogates. It was a fun sisterhood, without the attendant angst and drama real-life sibs so often have. Any time I’d get together with this bunch, it’s always going to be a good time.

A few days after this photo was taken, we all went our separate ways for Christmas break. Afterwards, it was back to studying like mad for finals and before we knew it, the year was over. I think this was one of the last pictures we ever took where almost everyone was there. After this, we all started growing up and forging our own paths.

We still keep in touch, after a fashion (thank God for Facebook!). One owns a bakeshop, three are in the US, one in Canada, one’s a doctor, two are lawyers, one’s a flight attendant based in Hong Kong, one is an editor in Singapore, one works in a bank (last time I talked to her), one works in the US embassy (last time I talked to her). Almost all are wives and moms.

Back when this was taken, where we’d end up now wasn’t even something we’d dream about. What was in our minds then was taking a shower, breakfast and spending a whole day that stretched into forever. Fun times.

52 weeks of Terrie: Accidental selfie

52 weeks of Terrie: Accidental selfie

Time: 9sh in the morning
State of being: Feeling sluggish, like the day hasn’t started. No caffeine in me yet
State of mind: Preoccupied. Got scolded yesterday for imperfect copy that got sent to client, who wasn’t too happy about the result.
Would rather: Go back to bed and sleep (then again, don’t we all?)

This was taken this morning while I was prepping for work. Had wanted to take a still life photo of the mirror and makeup and accidentally caught myself in the frame (of course, because there’s a mirror! Duh! What can I say? It’s morning and I haven’t had coffee yet…). Anyway, the resulting photo was interesting enough to post, so I’m posting it.

Besides, I get comments that there aren’t many pics of myself on this blog. One friend went so far as to say that it’s as if I was effacing myself from the blog, “a psychologist will have a field day analyzing your blog, Terrie!”

On my birthday post I vowed to take one selfie a week — hence 52 weeks of Terrie — just to see if I could and it seemed interesting to do self-portraits of how I’ve evolved in the course of a year. Of course, that never happened — procastination, yo! — and there just seemed to be more interesting things to post/write about than putting up my photo. But let’s see where this gets me, as there are still 50 selfies to get through. Stay tuned!