I think the lady on the plane sitting next to me probably thought I was weird because half the time I was squirming around in my seat trying to find a comfortable position to sleep, and the other half, I spent laughing to myself out loud watching some random movie. Not to forget the horrible dips and bumps that tortured me when the plane first ( Read more... )

I used to work at Caffe Cova at Paragon, where tai-tais enjoy their afternoon cuppa and totter about in their 4 inch killer heels, demanding Quality service in their slightly pretentious voices. Ok. I'm criticising my future ambition. Which girl doesn't wanna be rich, slim, decked from head to toe in Prada, Louis Vuitton and Hermes, with the ( Read more... )