1, 2, 34...

One two, buckle my shoe

Three four shut the door

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So it feels like.... Two days ago it was that day women dread every year, the day when you feel like the world labels you err, old (I'm quite afraid of that word, but more afraid of the fact that I don't feel it at all!). I've prayed from maybe a couple of months ago for it to be like any other, and wanting it to be as low key as possible until for the first time in my life I found out my boss and I share the same B-Day. This is the first time I ever met someone who I can share this sort of special day with. That's us about to dig into our Fruit Meringue. So I turned 34 and my boss, lets just say he turned older than last year. No need for him to be wiser, I'm sure he already is!

That night I had dinner with my family, parents and brother, I haven't done this in ages since all of us live in different states and my birthday over the last couple of years fell on weekdays. Until this year that is. The year that took unexpected turn. What a lovely day and night I had.

Thanks to all who've taken the time calling, writing and sending me birthday wishes, this year tops it as the year with the most wishes, woohooo!!! And thanks for the gifts too - the most unexpected one of all being from our HR hehehe...

In Her Shoes

When I saw this in the news tonight my heart just soared. Definitely for a good cause and I'd encourage anyone in that area to sign up (too bad I don't know any, so for you peeps who happen to be there, please do participate). I'm all for women's rights and the whole nine yards, and when it becomes as fun and fashionable like this, hey I get excited! Look at these guys, how cute is that?

Since I'm nowhere near to join in, I pledge my men to walk in heels and take their pics while doing it, I hope my dear husband and kid will walk in my too-tight-for-him and too-big-for-him shoes and support me. If they think I'm nuts then at least they'll know the length I go to look good! I bet it'll teach them a thing or two about keeping good posture.

For more news on Walk A Mile In Her Shoes, click here and here.

In a different development, the gorgeous WendyB did wonderful posts on shoes, her lovely collection and those that she tried on and took pics of. Check out the Miu Miu Tea Cup Pumps, I've fallen in love with the red ones the first time I saw them last month. Vivid imaginations of me as Alice having tea with Madhatter flashed through my mind just looking at these beauties... And the brown leather Alaias, they give me the heart palpitation....

If you still hadn't noticed, this post is on shoes and will be all about shoes, please bear with me, no I'm not done yet. Gracious, kind and lovely friend, Ruby, also managed to turn my world upside down a few days ago. If I hadn't the pressing need to get to work I swear I'd never have been sorted out. Look at her cute purchase. I wish I could get away wearing flats to work, hang on let me re-phrase it - I wish I was 5' 9" to be able to wear flats to work everyday. Being 5' 2" won't get you noticed if you were to walk this wonderful earth in flats all the time. Ruby is a lucky girl, for being tall and for her recent purchase that will walk Paris this summer. You go, girl!

OK peeps, I need to go look for those shoes to fit two pairs of feet into, I have my own worthy cause teeheeheeee....!

I'm the queen bee

Oh noes!

The person responsible for taking me off the blog scene all this while.

Pic by nadio

Goodness gracious, he's a handful!

Pic by nadio

His I'm-so-cute-you'll-forgive-me pose.

I need to cool off, really!

(Thanks for all the love, peeps!)

Award and Romance

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm thrilled to announce that on January 28th, my humble blog was presented with the "You Make My Day Award" by gorgeous peeps from Atlanta GA, AsianCajuns. Thanks, Catherine and Lauren! Woohoo! The first one ever!

This is how it works. I have to pass on this award to 10 people whose blogs bring me happiness and inspiration and make me feel happy about blogland. Comments shall be left on their blogs so they can pass it on. This is what the sweetums had to say about me:

Heart and Soul: For living it up in Malaysia with style.

OK, when I started this blog in August last year, I started off fulfilling my own promise that I'd start to write and/or let my thoughts be known. Prior to that, and oh so typical of me, it was just an idea I'd stored at the back of my head which wagged and nagged for a year. I didn't categorize my blog and decided that I'd write about anything that strikes my fancy. I do love fashion and lifestyle, so maybe a good chunk of this blog consist of them. HOWEVER, I'm not an expert on those two subjects, and I purposely don't pose for photos in full glory (of fashion sense) as I want to leave that to others who do it so much better. Let's just say I'll let my closet and its contents to my own torturous view. So let's get a move on...

Tomorrow's the last day of Janvier. I generally hate this month because things seem to take a backseat, but anyhow, I'll welcome Fevrier with open arms. It's my parents' wedding anniversary, so this month holds dear to my heart. February 10th 1972 was the day my dearest mom accepted my dad to be his life companion. Ahhh... that young bride... I'd have loved to post a pic or two of her looking so chic in three different gowns, each complete with three different length gloves. I remember cheekily making fun of that but my dad was very defensive of her bride. Ouch! Anyways, my parents live in a different state, so I've no access to their wedding pictures.

And the icing on top of the cake, for the lovebirds, women and men alike, Valentine's Day. My husband and I don't celebrate it as we believe that love should be celebrated everyday but I do love watching other couples this day. The only thing I hate about this day is how commercialized it has become, dinner becomes ridiculously pricey and man, the price for a stalk of rose skyrockets to 20 bucks? Sheesh! Thank goodness I'm a lily girl, which doesn't help either as flowers generally become too expensive for the week of Valentine's. So thankfully, I don't celebrate.

It's fantastic, huh? Yeah, for people IN love, that is! For those, er, luckier ones with more liberty, what are you doing on Valentine's Day? Turn your cheeks away on PDA (yes that PDA, not your cellphone for goodness sakes), roll your eyes at yet another couple doe-eyed and cooing into each others ears? No, you don't, you let them be or you curse under your breath! Here's an idea, group your girlfriends for a round of clothes swapping!

Now that's what I call satisfaction!

But I just have to share this with y'all. Truely, utterly, absolutely romantique.

Awww....

Cherish love forever, guys.

As for the award, I've decided to do it in stages, tonight it'll be:

WendyB

La Bellette Rouge

A tout a l'heur, mon amis!

No No No! Yes Yes YES!!

Oh Johny, I love you with all my heart, you taught me how to sing (Grease) and you also taught me how to groove (Saturday Night Fever), but what did your stylist talk you into?

I'm no expert in hair fashion and all, but this one, me no likey. Widow's peak and poufed up bangs ain't the way to go. Having them in bird wing shape ain't the way of confessing your love for aviation either, hun. Kelly must've really liked this one on you... Sigh...

Please don't get me wrong, I love this guy, really, I've said that already, haven't I? I discovered Grease when I was maybe 5, found a cassette of the movie's soundtrack which led me to Olivia Newton-John and 70's fashion. The love continued till I was 8 when my parents finally allowed me to watch Saturday Night Fever. It was 1982, and man, was I groovin'. Dug your white suit, dear, even when the world in the 80's criticized 70's fashion and by that your white ensemble was the point of reference. Now go do yourself a favor and have your hair close cropped again.

No, no, no.

But peeps, this next one is dedicated to WendyB and her love for butt bows. Wendy, may I just say that you wear it much better!

And screw Google for what they have done to your blog. I MISS YOU. You hear that LIVE people at Google? Bring Sexywendy back! JT would agree hands down.

My Saturday in Melaka

We decided to head down to Melaka on Saturday so the three of us with a couple of friends got into a minivan and had a blast. No itinerary, just a fun, laidback evening. First stop, Kampung Morten for nasi lemak wrapped in banana leaf. My girlfriend said it was good but I didn't know it was that good. Mmm mmmm delish. Then we hit another area for seafood. The best! Both in taste and price. We had prawns, stingray and deep fried calamari. I drank coconut juice - from the fruit. No pics peeps, you guys should know me by now, where there's food everything else is secondary! Oh before I forget, just before reaching the seafood place, we found this signboard where I just had to have a picture of. Roy got out while we laughed our behinds off...

Translation: Cows not permitted. Private property.

Duhh. Cows everywhere, this is the importance of going to school. Now look where the head of the herd had brought you to. At least the cows in Melaka are bright enough to tell (read???) where their presence is not appreciated.

Whoever came up with this idea, we wonder which school you went to?

Right after dinner we headed straight for the town to Jonker Street. Major night market every Friday and Saturday night and the street is transformed to Jonker Walk. During the day it's where you get antiques, gemstones and just about everything and it's also where you find the Peranakan Museum. This is where the life is in this historical town. I scored this hand beaded flip-flops for RM18.

And nothing related, this is how I look like with the shorter hairstyle.

Picture by Sean

Get out of my dreams, and into my blog

I decided I've had enough beauty slumber of two days and two nights and woke up this morning after dreaming a sweet but painful dream. In my dream I had a walk-in closet with rows and rows of designer clothes, jewelry and stackful of shoes and handbags. Colors of all sorts. Names of all brands. Sizes and shapes of all kinds. And to my bewilderment AsianCajuns, Vintage Bunny, Jen, Wendiva, Elisabeth and Miss Ann appeared out of nowhere and took my handbags away!!! I awoke with the sinking feeling of loss. A loss of something I never owned.

My six beautiful deserving peeps, you're tagged. Now aren't you sorry you appeared in my dream?!?

AsianCajuns: Because you have so many wonderful clothes and bags.
Vintage Bunny: Because I'm always amazed at how one manages to find bags of 99 cents, and gorgeous ones too!
Jen: For having FINE taste in almost everything. Need I say more?
Wendiva: I'm jealous of your past life and the life you're leading now. Wonder what's in the bag you carry with you to the hospital?
Elisabeth: So when you get back into the office from your vacay you'd have something better to do.
Miss Ann: Errmm... because you travel on a private jet? I wish I was in your bag!