New respect for shoes

Hellos darlings,

I'm back! The 17 hour flight was such a torture even if it was on SQ. The passably good meals made it better (i chose japanese all the way, japanese breakfast, japanese lunch, japanese dinner..snack..everything including green tea), so did the wide selection of movies.

Aladdin, Robin Hood, Knight and Day, Letters to Juliet, The Backup Plan, Karate Kid. I watched six in total. If I were to rank them, L.T.J scored the worst of the lot because the plot is so unbelievable, i didn't know who the male lead is thought the Brit accent was quite right, what kind of 'love' is that really? 

K.A.D is fine for action and actors of good calibre, the sunset view of Salzburg, Austria from the Hotel balcony was tres romantique! I want to be in such a city/place/town, want and need. It's like, I don't even know what to call it? A historic city.  Easily a summer blockbuster but as easily forgotten.

I enjoyed the other 4 movies for different reasons, but if there's one to recommend, it has to be Robin Hood. It is good.

Back to the title of the post, I think i have been influenced by K. But shoes are getting to me, nice shoes, good quality shoes that are such a delight to wear. Comfort and practicality is still key to me though, no shoe is truly good if it bites your feet, pinches you, and make you fearful of walking more. Nice shoes brings you to nice places, we might as well enjoy the journey! In good ole shoes that aids us to walk. 


I think my budget for shoes had just expanded. Only for the good ones.


xoxo,
principessa

The frailty of Man

I look at my Mum and my Dad and understood this. 

How frail we are as Man. Our physical body rusts, puts on weight through the years, slackened skin and wrinkled lines confirms what some fears most - the evidence of age. Metabolic rate declines, movement slows, less flexible.


Yet with more love. With more understanding. The eyes that says "I love you, daughter" even if lips nag, concerned. 


I told Mum that I want to get a piano and this needs space in the house. There is a lot of space in the house if we make it so. If decades old stuff are put away, out of the house. I said I wanted the study room which no one is using, can I have the space there? And gave my mum 2 months to clear her stuff. Hers because it is unwanted by others, hers because they are treasures in her eyes. Yes, my mum's a hoarder. And a sentimental.


I took her hand and led her to the study to see. In the darkness of the study room which artificial light no longer lit the place, Mum hugged me. Three times. 


2 months Mum, can you clear the space in 2 months? 

What will happen when you get married and move out?

I'll move the piano with it Mum. 


Maybe silently she's wondering about the future - What will life be without staying with you Mum? And Dad? I don't know, I'll be very sad. 


But do I want the future? Do I want to be married at some point and move out? Yes I do. I do want to move on to another part of life yet I don't want to let go..  Thinking of moving out and having a family is scary. Yet........


How did the world become so scary so fast? So real? Out of school - out of the crib. No more sheltering, no kind soul and people with not much motives. Fending for yourself, finding yourself, yes this is life now. I don't know, I don't want it, I don't want to grow up yet I must, I have to. We all have to but...


I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.


I love you Mum. You cook the healthiest and yummiest home fare that I will always miss. I know you love me. I know both of you do, and I am such a special child in your eyes, always...

Farewell hotpot with luuurve.

No, this is not a joke. It's a farewell hotpot with love. 

love -> Love. 

One of my colleagues, an intern who has been with us for 3 months with love as his surname is leaving and we had a hotpot dinner with him at a place in Bugis. It has been a delightful time to have him around especially during lunch hour with his gregarious and chatty personality sharing his stories. 

A writer, an artist, a language teacher. He had visited the mythical forests of P*ru and stayed there with the tribes for a couple of months to integrate and learn about their culture. When he told his story, it was like elements of Avatar and mystical things coming to live. His own history and family is quite interesting, his family's rented penthouse condo in Orchard is H U G E with a private pool. 

It has been a pleasure to have him, one of the most interesting people i've met through work.