The Italian Job

There is this rush of love suddenly ignited deep within the princess when she steps into the office today. Could I be finally struck by cupid’s arrows?

I smiled and he smiled in the lift. Italian men, absolutely living up to their expectations.

For the first time ever, I finally realized the need for multi-national corporations to be in existence. Such heady joy. I bumped into him again 10 mins later. He smiled and I smiled.

Another 20 mins later, near the washroom, I smiled and He smiled.

This was getting pretty tiring without any progress. 30 mins later, I give up. I wish he could do more than reciprocating smiles. I wish to not only scratch the surface of the Italian man myth but also to know him at a much deeper level.

But right now, more importantly, I wish I could concentrate on this very urgent project I have in hand on my desk.

I got to take a coffee break to get him off my head, I told myself.

Spinelli’s – More Italians (or maybe Americans or British)…. I mean, who cares…..

And then, I saw him again…..

He smiled and I smiled for the last time……… today

Crushes (flirting) are all so sweet !

I LOVE D&G!

Yesterday, the princess had to run far and away just to get hold of that fashionistas-must-have D&G Motorola Razor Phone, which was supposedly limited in edition and fast running out of stocks.

Key phrases that will most certainly throw the princess into a frenzy and all common sense out of the window...... I could almost hear myself hiss “MY PRECIOUSSSSSSS!!!” (of course, in a sexy princess way)when i finally got my hand on it.

Of course, minutes later, the princess felt tremendously silly for mounting a nation-wide search just for a designer phone whose functions most probably are some generations back-dated.

This is an addiction that keeps coming back every time I say “enough is enough”. And i wonder why?

I guess, unless you are a creature of enlightenment, there will always be some form of addiction just catering to your needs…… Sex…. Cars….. Drugs…. Smoke….. Food….. Alcohol…. Work?!?!...

Sometimes, I really do not know what to make out of my addiction…

However, What i do know is that a gold D&G Motorola phone will definitely look fabulous together with my low waist D’Squared Jeans + that funky red GUCCI shoes and the quirky Marc Jacobs t-shirt for a wild glamourous night out.

SO while the Princess can be short on common sense and cash at times, she is never ever out of style....

The Hours

Some mornings I wake up feeling like Nicole Kidman in The Hours; not feeling anything in particular, as if disconnected from the real world and not really knowing how to be part of it…...

A dreaded feeling it is; especially with the rain beating heavily outside my house while I stayed motionlessly inside looking out wondering if there is meaning to it all.

The hours, it seems, are harder and harder to bear as I sense my will fading gradually away from me. Suddenly, I feel her pain and fears. I begin to see myself in Nicole’s frumpy dress with disheveled hair, putting pebbles into my pockets and walking slowly towards the pond in an attempt to end time.

Strangely, that happens to be my favorite scene from the show; to end your life under the weight of the world. Her desperate attempt revealed a sense of hopelessness to her cause and search for solutions. You can’t help but agree with her that there is no better way.

But I have no frumpy dress, disheveled hairstyle or any pebbles lying around. Not to mention, of course, there is no pond in the vicinity. Furthermore, I got to stay alive and awake enough to dress up and make it to work.

It is times like this where I truly wish that I am a truly talented and rich movie star like Nicole Kidman….

Samantha Jones

Today is truly one of the happier days in recent times……comparable to the time where Lady “V” got blissfully attached.

One of my truly talented friends in the royal group is a step closer to being the PR queen of Singapore, snagging a delightful PR job today. : ) What a wonderful piece of news this is!!!

Our very own Samantha Jones…

I was pretty glad that he had followed his heart and had not taken the well-trodden path of resuming his banking career….. So, it appears that life does deservingly reward people who take risks after all.

And what better way to celebrate the emergence of the PR Elite than a night of serious partying... After a long hiatus, the party princess will be back on the scene headed by our own SAM JONES – glamorous as always …..

I am sure that, amidst the night of endless cheering, flirting and teasing, we have all celebrated the fact that true happiness & joy doesn’t always need to begin with ‘me’………

We are so happy and proud of you, Sam Jones…………..

Cheers!

WHy Me?

"What?? Someone is using my picture on the chatroom???" The princess exclaimed after a concerned friend called me up to deliver the news.

I was dumbfounded. Who would do such a despicable thing? And worse, who actually got hold of my pics? After all, autographed pictures of the elusive princess are very rare.....

A million scary thoughts went through my head. What if the person using my pics talks dirty online... What if she superimposes my beautiful face on a naked body.... What if a potential man of my dream had seen the pic circulating its round on the chatroom and thinks that I am loose and promiscuous.... What ifs....What ifs....

Sigh... There is nothing much I can do about this.... These are the risks that every major celebrities must face I guess......

At least, someone thinks my pic is good enough to be used..... After all, imitation is really the best form of flattery.

;)