Firstly, this is the only award I can remember as well as I can that I have yet to thank and blog about (and haha, I ain’t up there trying to win the Grammies but I will try to win the hearts of my adored fans, JOKES! — Ann, this is totally for you — I’m trying to be beguiling ;D ). I have short-term memory — honestly, I do and so anything that’s not been written down on my virtual Macbook post-its or on the real-life neon-coloured post-its, I will not remember. No one knows the reason for this odd occurrence that only happened after I stopped taking these crazy Efamol memory oil pill thingies in high school. It seems my wonderful memory just suddenly decided to crash down to nada thereafter. Maybe the exams caused the brain to take quite a big kick in the gut, resulting in some sort of partial meltdown.

A big thank you to Shari from Whisk: a food blog for my YUM-YUM blog award. Shari runs Whisk Wednesdays and I absolutely love to have a peek at her Tuesdays with Dorie posts. Shari really knows how to cook and she takes such great pictures, it’s illegal! So sweet to receive this award as even though this blog’s been around for some time now, it’s still pretty new in that it was never really read by the public. I’m awfully touched that the food blogosphere is such a comforting, friendly and encouraging virtual environment and am always inspired by the fellow foodies around me. I mean, seriously, it’s quite hard to find fellow wide-eyed-with-love-for-the-sake-of-food types in this country where everyone’s stick thin and fashion/weight-conscious.

I know I should be forwarding the award to another 5 blogs. This is such a toughie and don’t be mistaken, I’m not that much of a selfish cow but I honestly can’t decide. Ever since I started doing a more intensive foodbloggo-hopping, I’ve got to see more of the blogs around and about. Blimey, are there some amazing shit out there. And I’m so inspired by what these people create. Each blog is so unique and so sincere it’s hard to really categorize them into good, bad, yummy that sorta thing. There isn’t any clean way to put them into groups or discern good from bad because they’re all equally good and equally different!

All that aside, some of you may be wondering what exactly is happening with me (and if you aren’t, feel free to hop off to another blog. So much more to see, so little time!) and thanks for those of you who have been worrying about my milk issue. I honestly do not know what’s going down in the gastro-area. I reckon I’m just unused to the milk found in Singapore (Australian cow’s milk is what the family drinks and low-fat but unskimmed at that) and so I’m officially on So Good soymilk, though I find it terribly difficult to cut out snacks that have some sort of milk and cream ingredient in them. Someone who’s skilled in lactose-free snacking help me please! I’m desperate!!!

I’m officially out of the office although I will have 2 days of conferences in August and a meeting in September. Call me lucky for being able to be free from the chains of a cubicle but mind you, I’m not yet 21 thus my young bones need space to roam about like a free-range chicken. LOL. Currently, I’m working at a shop called Flaming Queen that sells luxury candles from the States, France, London and Germany. It’s located at Palais Renaissance that holds DKNY, Valentino, Mumbai Se and some other labels and specialty shops. So far, it’s been pretty interesting having to remember the scents of different candles and diffusers of different brands and makes and I am really quite enjoying working there. It’s something different, a little more relaxed and I like being around these gorgeous smells. My pet peeve is stink. I can do dirt but odours just make me cry/faint/breakdown/that sorta thing. And so yea, working in town still gives me yet another reason to totter about in heels without feeling overdressed. Thank goodness for fashion. Without these heels, I’m nothing!

However, of late, I’m merely a moving object in heels, summery but smart clothes, Raybans and an empty wallet. Did I mention my wallet’s slowly tearing apart from age (it’s lasted me 3 years) and the card pockets are all ripping at the sides too. I do have a lot of cards but I suppose I don’t have a lot of money. The irony. Indeed I’ve spent too much on all my new shoes and new clothes. Damn this consumerism!

So what do I think when I see all these businesswomen tottering about in front of me with their gorgeous heels but uber-obvious VPL/VThongL and clothes labels sticking out from the collars of their tops? I think: ‘move bitch, get outa the way. get outa the way, bitch! get outa the way!’ and I feel miles better. And what happens when these gorgeous bitches are lamp-post skinny and svelte? I imagine a huge tornado sweeping through the city and console myself that I won’t be swept away so easily.

God, am I bitter or what?