Compliments...
Yesterday had lunch with the next door neighbour, a Chinese national.
Walking towards China Square, she asked me do I go for facials, I said I do earlier, but now I do not. She said my skin looks good..........
*WOW!!! Oh mi goodness!! Really?? (Has an urge to touch my face but refrained...) REALLY!!*
"Oh, it's the products I used, I guess... gotta use facial products and stuffs.." And I am more than willing to share my "beauty secrets" with her on the way to the food court. Afterall, I didn't use SKII, and I receive compliments, of course must share those secrets.. Hahaha...
I met up with her before I started my translation class. During lunch, she commented that my Mandarin has improved...
*WOW!!! Oh mi goodness!! Really??* "Thanks to the classes, the classmates, and the environment...." And I went on and on about how I enjoy the classes, and how I have learnt from the teacher and the classmates.
Maybe she's being polite... but it sure is good to hear two compliments from one person in one lunch :)
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Have you ever wonder why teenage girls in Singapore (most of them from all girls schools) like to sport spikey hair? You know those kind that is a very mild version of a mohawk? It's not as if they are butches or what, but I realise a great deal of them like to keep those hairstyles. Maybe they think because they are into sports, they should keep these kinda of hairstyle. Saw a couple of them in the train today. Makes me wonder....
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This morning, suddenly a surge of feeling that I am living in a tv series came up when I was in the office. The office was busy. There were people on the phone, colleagues talking to one another, and I walked towards the pantry to make myself a cup of coffee.
Amongst the noise and sound, I imagine myself as a character in a tv series, doing a self narrative of some philosphical stuffs, with background music (preferably any track from Grey's Anatomy) slowly fading in, and people walking pass me, talking, to each other, on the phone...
It felt just like in a tv serial.
Walking towards China Square, she asked me do I go for facials, I said I do earlier, but now I do not. She said my skin looks good..........
*WOW!!! Oh mi goodness!! Really?? (Has an urge to touch my face but refrained...) REALLY!!*
"Oh, it's the products I used, I guess... gotta use facial products and stuffs.." And I am more than willing to share my "beauty secrets" with her on the way to the food court. Afterall, I didn't use SKII, and I receive compliments, of course must share those secrets.. Hahaha...
I met up with her before I started my translation class. During lunch, she commented that my Mandarin has improved...
*WOW!!! Oh mi goodness!! Really??* "Thanks to the classes, the classmates, and the environment...." And I went on and on about how I enjoy the classes, and how I have learnt from the teacher and the classmates.
Maybe she's being polite... but it sure is good to hear two compliments from one person in one lunch :)
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Have you ever wonder why teenage girls in Singapore (most of them from all girls schools) like to sport spikey hair? You know those kind that is a very mild version of a mohawk? It's not as if they are butches or what, but I realise a great deal of them like to keep those hairstyles. Maybe they think because they are into sports, they should keep these kinda of hairstyle. Saw a couple of them in the train today. Makes me wonder....
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This morning, suddenly a surge of feeling that I am living in a tv series came up when I was in the office. The office was busy. There were people on the phone, colleagues talking to one another, and I walked towards the pantry to make myself a cup of coffee.
Amongst the noise and sound, I imagine myself as a character in a tv series, doing a self narrative of some philosphical stuffs, with background music (preferably any track from Grey's Anatomy) slowly fading in, and people walking pass me, talking, to each other, on the phone...
It felt just like in a tv serial.
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