It happened; finally.

Finally – only because that’s like one of the highest frequency keywords, other than congratulations, found in the texts and comments received when the news is broken.

We got your blessings and love. Thank you very much. : )

This is going to be a very long post as I am writing to chronicle the event for my (bad) memory sake. I suggest you jump to whatever interest you more (the words in bold) lest I bore you. *flying kisses*

It all started with a birthday trip to London and a surprise city which he refused to tell me, or anyone.

(It’s Berlin btw.)

Was I expecting a proposal?

Maybe yes. Maybe not. I knew there was speculations among our friends but I didn’t want to over think it so I basically ignored everyone. We have been taking an overseas trip every lunar new year ’cause it’s the only time I get a solid 2 weeks break away from work.

Hence it wasn’t too out of norm that we are travelling to begin with and that he totally ripped off my birthday trip idea *bleap*. (Last year, my birthday present to him was a trip to a surprise country, i.e. London.) But wells, he did tweak it and made London a confirmed going and added a second surprise country. Haha.

So maybe yes a little – when I realised the country we are going is Germany, and he knew it was a country I always wanted to go. But again, I brushed off all strange thoughts and happily went on my trip with him without much suspicion. I guess I just didn’t want to have any expectations too.

How the day started rolling.

It was on my birthday (23 February), and also the greyest, coldest, gloomiest and windiest day of all the days we were in Berlin and London. Haha, great day I know.

So basically when Collin plans your itinerary, it’s akin to saying there’s no plans for the day. Haha, if you look at his ‘itinerary’, it’s always a list of shops he wants to go – and not even classified by locations. So that morning, he said to go to Charlottenburg Palace. I should have realised it’s strange already, but I assumed he was just trying to come up with something interesting to do so I said, okay. #spontaneityFTW

Then because I couldn’t trust him, haha, I did a quick google while he is bathing and realised that the palace is closed that day – it was a Monday. To which, he replied when he was out of the shower, “but we can still go into the park right?”

I should have suspected at this point, but I still didn’t. Like why he does he still want to go to a park when the palace is closed. I simply slight rolled my eyes and said matter-of-factly, why will the park be open when the palace is closed? Haha.

So out we went shopping – always top of our priority list when we are overseas – and ended up at Galeries Lafayette & Quartier 206, Friedrichstrasse. Very boring malls, I’m sorry but it also make me unsuspecting when Collin suggested we check out this Gendarmenmarkt nearby.

So, Gendarmenmarkt.

Being very bored and up for anything, we braved the cold and walked towards Gendarmenmarkt. I must say I thought there will be shopping there because Collin pronounced it as Gendar-men-MARKET. Haha, I am sorry, consumerism much.

We reached the square and there was absolutely nothing going on. Just three nice looking architecture and a statue in the middle. And it was drizzling. -_-

(I later found out through Wikipedia that the buildings are the Konzerthaus and the French and German Cathedrals, and statue In the centre of the square is statue of Germany’s renowned poet, Friedrich Schiller.)

I took out my HTC RE (great to-go camera btw), snapped in all directions (since we are already there) and told him let’s get out of the cold.

He wanted one more picture of both of us with one of the buildings (which I just found out, it’s the French Cathedral). The great thing about HTC RE is, it’s a wide angle camera which you can connect and control with your phone through their RE app; so you can take all your landscapes, architectures, ootds and silly couple pictures without any help from strangers. Even if we needed help, there will be no strangers there that day, because everyone is indoor since it’s so freaking cold and wet.

And then it took place.

Then he told me he wanted to take a video, and started putting his bag down on the wet ground.

E X T R E M E L Y  W E I R D .

As far as I can recall, it was only this moment I kind of knew what was happening.

And because I was sincerely surprised, I kept going ‘oh my god, this is so weird’ at the start of the video. I was also very fidgety and doing random stuff like walking in circles, making faces, mumbling at times, all in all – just very awkward. : (

While Collin was actually very sweet to have came up with what he wanted to say to me beforehand. The whole thing took 6 minutes 51 seconds. What exactly was said and happened – I’ll save it for my buds. *wink*

I think I finally said, yes or okay lah, and then we proceeded to hug in a very awkward manner like a pat pat pat on your back kind of hug, instead of a deep hug or a huge wet kiss.

I know. My bad. : (

How Collin imagined it.

This is the funny part. He imagined I will just stand there and listened, and maybe start tearing. And because he imagined he will proposed in an open area – like the park of Charlottenburg Palace – there will be people hanging around and eventually clapped for us when I say yes. Happily ever after, haha.

Did you cry? Are you happy?

My eyes did welled up when Collin was saying some things, but I didn’t brawl. And yes, I am happy most certainly.

That moment when it happened, my thoughts was far from finally.

I was perhaps thinking oh, so this is how it is rolled out for me. (I always like the idea of proposals.) What should I do? What should I do?

I know this is what I want for us, unquestionably. But I was also feeling something else but that overwhelming OMG YES I LOVE YOU.

I took 3 days to tell my parents. 5 days to tell Tingli when I finally see her in person. 7 days to tell my groupies. 11 days to announce it publicly.

Friends are love.

Which lead me to this – that’s why we need friends. : )

I said I am a proposal fan girl – and usually the proposals I see/hear end up in tears of happiness and affectionate kisses and hugs. My favourite story till date came from my friend, Kelly, who said she started crying the moment she realised what’s going on and started (aggressively) asking the husband where is ring, give me the ring. I love this girl.

I was feeling a barrage of emotions right after. Not quite the way a newly engaged person is supposed to feel i think, haha.

I know certainly it wasn’t that I was unsure of our relationship. Although time is not an accurate measure of love, but it must be something precious that Collin and I still enjoy our time together despite dating for 15 years.

When I saw Ting that night, I couldn’t verbalise the news. So I showed Ting my hand with the ring, she was really happy and she hugged me; and that’s when I started crying uncontrollably.

I was freaking scared.

Ting knew exactly what I was feeling and told me, I don’t have to be scared because nothing changes with this.

Very dramatic I know. Everyone, even my parents, think it is bizarre to not be prepared for a proposal after dating for so long. I too imagined I will be. In fact, I have a plan A reaction if he had decided to do it in front of our friends. Heh, story for another day.

But when it really happened, I was so scared I couldn’t let my happiness shine.

I was scared that this changes things between us. What if we start taking things for granted. What if we stop appreciating each other. What if we wake up one day and realise this isn’t what we wanted. What if we become one of those couples that simply live with each other because we just do, or for the kids. What if all it takes was a change of status.

Day 21.

It has been 3 weeks since I was proposed to, and now engaged to the boy I met from secondary school. The boy who calls me daily to ask me for the homework list even though I already wrote them the list. Urg. Until one day he decides to ask me to chat on the phone with him; the rest is history.

I am no longer scared; I only have anticipation how we are going to build a life together and constant reminder to ourselves that we should never take each other for granted.

You said Berlin, because it’s like our feelings towards marriage – it’s a place we wanted to go but we don’t know what it will bring, or how we will feel when we are there. But it’s a place we know we will eventually go, and without any regrets.

You said that I made you a better man, and I shaped your character from the day we met till now. And that you like the person you are with me. (Thank you for including this segment in your speech. Like how it was in Gossip Girls really; best proposal script ever. Haha.)

What can I say to that? When you already said all that is on my mind.

Of course I like the person that I am with you. And the way you love me, and remind me to love myself.

How as much as I lament you are boring as hell when it comes to food choices; you are also as steady as a rock. I can always rely on you as a pillar of support, and I hope I can be your pillar too.

How things are always simpler with your version of the world – as it is and hardly sugar coated.

How it will be nice to be able to grow old together, still looking fashionably good and enjoying the simple joys in life with the company of each other.

Thank you for the surprise, the support, the responsibility, the care, the company and above all, the love.

I will be crazy to say no.

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And then I realised why I couldn’t – I hadn’t learn to love myself yet.

I don’t really transcribe what people, much less what celebrities say. I think Anne Hathaway is goddamn hot, but I’ve always regarded her as an eye candy, not so much as a role model.

This, however, struck a cord with me.

I think I’ll note it down so I can always remind myself, and you lovable ones around me who give yourself much less credit and love than you so deserved.

I listened at first.

And that, I couldn’t help it.

You know, you try to shut it off, and I couldn’t.

And then I realised why I couldn’t –

was I hadn’t learn to love myself yet.

(…)

And if you don’t love yourself, 

when someone else says horrible things to you, 

part of you is always gonna believe them.

(…)

I’m gonna figure out who I am. I’m gonna learn who I am.

(…)

And I feel like I’ve arrived at this place where you know,

maybe not every minute of every day, but way more than I used to,

I have a tremendous amount of love and compassion. 

– Anne Hathaway

Snippet from Ellen here: http://www.upworthy.com/a-celebrity-was-bombarded-by-online-trash-talk-and-rose-above-it-in-the-purest-way-possible?c=ufb1

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Hello, Bicycle.

Collin and I each got a bike last week. Good looking ones – because we are shallow like that, even when it comes to new hobbies.

Mine, a Linus Mixte in sage and white wheels. His, a Creme Echo Doppio in deep blue.

Collin swiftly got into an accident, and long story short, he looks like crap now with numerous bruises and a single blue-black eye but nothing’s stopping him from insisting on our weekend cycling date at East Coast Park.

Erhem.

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Very nice outfit I know. Haha. I swear I was the most oddly dressed, or should I say very appropriately dressed, cyclist that day.

Not that I give a damn. As long as my skirt doesn’t get caught in the gear, I’m good.

As 2015 dawns upon me, I cannot help but lament the harsh reality of time.

For the longest time, I live my life abiding by the rules. Those rules are all great when you are young, but truly not so when you are not so young. All I know is, I’m not going to be happy if I follow the rules from now on.

So I decided I’m going to set my own rules here forth.

I’m sorry if you don’t understand. I’m figuring out what’s good for me as well. If you ask, I will try to explain to you if I can make it out myself. It may seem irresponsible at times. Maybe even selfish in some instances. But I want you to know that however ill it may seems, I never meant for it to be. I just hope to be happy, and I am willing to live up to the consequences. Because I don’t want to look back and say, I didn’t have a choice or you didn’t let me. I want to know that I did what I could and took it at my pace – one thing at a time.

I also hope the people around me can be happy but at the same time, I know it is not always within my control and we all have to be responsible for our own happiness.

Have you figured our your own happy plan yet?

Otherwise, fret not.

One thing at a time.

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DONE

Some of us readily admit we are lost. Some of us mask our confusion and convince ourselves we kind of know. Some of us don’t give a damn, or pretend we don’t freaking care, whether we are lost or not. A handful of lucky ones are really convinced they know what they want.

One thing for sure, we like to think that the people around us got it all figured out, or at least figured more than us.

For me, there is good days and bad days.

I don’t always know, as much as I always readily like to dish out my perspectives. I’m preachy like that, can?

Good days are when you don’t have to think if you are in the right place, doing the right things, having the right goals, with the right man – life is as it is.

Bad days are when you start questioning everything you assume is right/constant. That’s a pretty screw up feeling to walk around with, when you know life still goes on and certainly does not wait for you to straighten your jumbled thoughts out.

Why so serious, you say?

I will like to be cool and says #YOLO.

But it’s precisely because you only live once – that I really want to do the things I want to do.

It could be anything. Fun stuff. Selfish stuff. Serious stuff. Whatever.

My life is finite. My youth is finite (haha, touchy issue for another day).

I think I’m done; as I type this sentence, I think I have a slightly better idea what I want.

Just slightly. Better than lamenting a bad day.

For now. XOXO.

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Zebra in wonderland

Life in the jungle can be stressful. But the baby zebra know none of that. When he closes his eyes, there is no hunter nor the hunted – but a sea of pastel mint plains.

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#ithinkijustneedsleep

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Fatigue

When we are young, we were taught tired, sleepy.

How strange a word is fatigue. How dramatic a word when you can use tired, or very tired.

Then it will struck you one day, it’s only because fatigue cannot be taught. It’s felt.

Incoherent Wardrobe Theories

I miss playing dress up in London, or when on any holiday trip in fact.

In Singapore, the way we rush through everyday, I hardly have the leisure time to concoct an outfit I’ll feel pretty in. Let’s not even mention the constant clutter in my mind.


Some days I slip on the lazy-but-nice usuals. I have a good 3-5 ensembles which I’ll wear when I don’t want to think. These ensembles are extremely hard to come by, but when you get one right, it may just be your best wardrobe buddy for some good months/years.

My latest addition is Arcade’s Hit The Stripes Dress. Not trying to sell you any but it’s a really easy piece and I really think I am going to wear it a lot.

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Other days I choose #WIWT based on the items we are launching on Arcade. I mean I am gonna wear them anyhow and what better timing is there than the week that I was going to put them online.

Again, you can trust that whatever I wear, I truly like them, embrace the style and kept them. That’s the reason why most clothes are produced to begin with. Heh.

(OH YAH! I must mention that – with the exception of the aforementioned lazy days, NEW CLOTHES ARE ALWAYS BETTER!)

Sometimes I even stop myself from wearing the unlaunched items too early ’cause I don’t want the excitement to die down for me. Haha.


Today, I picked a red gingham picnic midi skirt that I got in London’s Old Spitalsfield Market, from a brand called Collectif Clothing. Awesome shop if you love the 50s – screaming boobs, tiny waists and poof everything. I feel so at home when I was in there.

I usually start from a piece of clothing and pile on from there. And I ended up with an outfit that I can’t stop swinging about the entire day.

Tadah!

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Honestly, I cannot remember feeling decently put together since London. I ain’t exaggerating when I say, I feel human again today.

So much so, I sneaked out of the office midway when the sun was setting gloriously to snap some #OOTD to feed my narcissistic self. Haha.

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Settled on the walking shot for IG but clearly regretting after processing this following shot. #firstworldproblem

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Thanks for reading through my whole load of incoherent wardrobe theories.

I had also just wanted to update that I am okay now, truly.

Goodnight again.

XOXO

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Okay.

Most times when I am upset, I restrained myself from going onto social media to manifest any sort of melancholy.

I have never question myself why not – because there are moments where the urge is strong and feelings are dying to be unleash. But the default thought process is almost always, no.

I wonder; was it because I have been exhibiting a seemingly happy-go-lucky persona, and I do not want to be seen otherwise?

Nope. When you live to this age, you really don’t give a damn what other people think of you. Only those who matter matters. Funny we don’t have that kind of assurance when we were younger, it would have been useful.

I do think I am mostly happy though.

But of course, happy people ain’t happy all the time. I guess we all choose what to be unhappy about, how long we choose to let it affect us, and how we move on with it.

It helps that I have a bad memory too – I have a tendency to forget things/people/moments unless you/it really made an impression.

And this perhaps could be a reason why I don’t usually tweet/blog/instagram/facebook on impulse because I know I may not feel the same hurt/anger/confusion/etcetera the morning after.

Plus as we all know, the after effects of social media ain’t funny. You let it go, yes. But you also have people asking if you are okay and/or hounding you for details when you are really quite over or trying to be over it.

When you don’t let anyone know about it, you can choose to be over it on your own timeline.

Another probable hypothesis has got to do with my vivid imagination. People who trust themselves more call it the gut feeling.

I stick with the former because I have the tendency to give people more second chances than I probably should have at times, and gives the benefit of a doubt that I can be the assuming one. So with this philosophy in mind, blurting unsorted and unproven statements online is irresponsible and self righteously so.

Of course, this in itself can be complicated because you could have ended up brushing away real issues that your so-called guts was screaming to tell you. Meh.

As with many things in life, you won’t know till you really fall. Especially when it’s something you are personally invested in.

It’s always a scary thought on hindsight to know that you’ve technically led yourself to that fall.

So well. There is no conclusion to this array of thoughts.

The fact that I am writing in the middle of a night – the same night where I’ve just landed 4 hours back from an overseas work trip – confirms that this text filled update is an anomaly from the most times that I have mentioned at the start of this post.

Good night for real now.

And don’t ask.

XOXO

By your own rule.

When I was younger, I think an effing good proposal will consist of a choreographed plot, along with some music and dance. Maybe some fireworks to mark the finale. Those that you see on YouTube, where the girl is caught in total surprise and breaks into tears of joy and shock.

It wasn’t so long ago where I still thought it was THE best proposal ever. But on hindsight now, it sounds pretty ridiculous and seriously tiring. Haha.

As I rolled in bed tonight – I don’t know from a prolonged jetlag (it’s been 2 weeks since I’m back in this time zone) or I’m just really sleeping way way too late – I suddenly think, maybe an effing good proposal will be going for an apartment viewing and the guy just pops the ring and question; and the best part, wait for it! You are already standing in the your apartment where this new couple life will take root.

And you also love the apartment by the way, ’cause the guy you are marrying knows your likes and dislikes pretty damn well.

Also very idealistic but at least it doesn’t sound as ridiculous and tiring as singing and spinning to some cliche tunes like Marry You by Bruno Mars. God, I really hate that song for how overused it is.

For a start, I’m not hinting at anything. Please don’t go showing Collin this post, ’cause I am NOT hinting at anything I repeat! Just sharing some wild ideas and guys, please feel free to steal/improvise it if you like it.

Anything is better than applying for a HDB and skipping the proposal altogether. Or knowing she is going to say YES, because the house keys are ready for collection next month.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging those who went that route. I blame our local system for killing romance.

It’s a personal choice to stay idealistic, and knowing I have to bear the consequences (of inflating property prices and indefinite timeline of settling down). You call me dumb/impractical, but yes, I choose to be.

Damn. If they ever tell you growing up ain’t all fun, it’s true.

But it can also truly be simple.

If you remember what is it you want. By your own rule. Not what others want, or what they are doing.

If you remember what is the most important.

If you just remember that today is the first day of the rest of your life. And treasure it like it’s the last.

Quite honestly, yesterday wasn’t the best of days. The day started bad and I allowed myself to wallow in negativity. Perhaps also the reason why I’m finding it even harder to sleep tonight.

Writing does have this wonderful effect on people. I am feeling this wee bit better and I shall really sleep and wake up to a more positive tomorrow today.

Goodnight.

Be very happy, everybody.

PS/ Doubt I’ll do a proper entry on London but yes, the trip is really awesome. Better than awesome. So do check out #wegolondon2014 on Instagram if you want to snoop.

PPS/ And maybe really, quit asking me when I’ll be getting married already. I will get married when it’s time to. TYVM and truly, no offense meant.

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For the love of fashion

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Hello crazy hair.

Taken at Percentile, AFA’s recent sales event at *Scape. Interesting event, interesting people, interesting brands – it’s just great to be doing things out of the norm.

Anyhow, my crazy (thick) hair just got me an invitation for a sponsorship with a local salon.

This is all actually rather awkward for me.

I have a blog but I’m not a blogger. I have an instagram but I’m not an instagrammer as well. As my hot and currently deeply infatuated friend, @sreneee says: it’s called influencer now.

So influencer it is.

Honestly, I guess I just enjoy being acknowledged for a nice photo taken, or a great get up. That’s why IG is so awesome to me.

Getting some commercial benefit out of it is wells, nice – but it also sounds like some sort of commitment which I worry I can’t keep up ’cause I really update my IG on a whim (normally varies with the intensity of my work schedule – plus it’s almost always work over anything else).

And you know how commitment takes the fun out of something you really enjoy. (Classic example for me would be – photoshopping. I’m glad I handed this job scope to our graphic designer one year back. I have n e v e r looked back. Phew.)

Appointment set up for today – let’s see how it goes. : )

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Randomly, and because of the lack of photos recently, this is our ARCADE’s new polymailer. *claps*

I hope our customers have been loving it, cause I truly do. Just looking at it – makes me happy.

We have been surviving on white paper envelopes for a while, ever since we finished up the pretty polkadot Little Red Heels polymailer. (That’s vintage now. I hope you kept a piece.)

Paper envelopes always reach customers like they been through a war with Singpost. And my poor Ops teams have been bearing with the endless scotch taping, and dealing with teared paper envelopes are hardly therapeutic after a day of emails.

I’m going to end this post really abruptly because if I don’t, I may just start writing a thesis on the evolution of online stores over the years and how everyone still in it is worth saluting.

OTL

I wish you know. Not tonight.

Goodnight.

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