this faux socialite lifestyle is a little unbecoming...

how does one go from day to day living a somewhat schizo life?

one weekend, i'm by the pool, staring off the ledge leading to the shiny sea separated by rocks a few feet below me..

another, i'm dealing with a foie gras overdose..

then the latest would be munching on lobster with truffle butter that's all so light and foamy, beef tenderloin with the most amazing miso sauce, and black truffle cheeseburger with two or three slices of truffles winking at me. All this while sipping on Mumm and listening to the roaring purr of engines going around me... and oh, free nobu seared tuna is always good.



but when the weekend is done, i'm back to the "let's go hawker centre/food court for lunch" and "cheap please?" comments for the rest of the week as i try to survive on my salary and put aside money for a place to call my own.

i can't decide if i love my mother's job or not. it gets me my favorite pizza at Palio's which is less than $30 and enough for 2.. and a margarita at 10.30 pm while she's into the second half of her 2-hour meeting a few tables away. so i go home super late but well-fed. i see so much more of life but so less of her (hence the dinner with her tonight)..


but i know it's making me a little schizo, pretending to be a tai-tai's daughter and when reality is that i'm not. sigh.


stop being schizo. stop being schizo..