If I ever had a girl crush, I'll probably be for the wonderful Janice, chef and owner of 2:AM dessert bar. Yes, couldn't quite help but act like a fan girl to request for this picture with her. Which the very soft spoken chef gently obliged. My confession: I had like at least 5 servings of some wonderful savory ice-cream concocted by Janice at a Vertu event back in June.

I tried honestly to stop myself. Oh and I wasn't the only one that needed to be impose self censorship from the dessertbar.

Here's a peek at those wonderfully intoxicating treats that look as good as they taste!

So a close friend of mine penned this lately, in light of her husband's questionable behavior as of late.

http://jessamint.livejournal.com/

Breaks my heart how women turn from girl friends to wives and how relationships transitions from something born of passion to something comparable to tasteless routine and duty.

How your partner's endearing behavior soon turns you off, and words of concerns are interpreted as superfluous deluge of senseless nagging.

Her words really illustrates what sacrifices are... and boy do I feel the love, etched on a heart with tingeing with hurt.

"And what am i doing at home on the Tuesday that you went to dragonfly. i'll tell you.
i'm at home eating the awful dinner my aunt bought.
Coaching your son with his homework.
Sms-ing you.
Chatting on msn.
Chatting on facebook.
Waiting for Wed to come as it's your off day, and we made plans to go out together.
"

So men/boys who read this...Give alittle more love and it all comes back to you. Everyone needs to be appreciate:)

I want a trip to somewhere where the streets have no names, where we could disappear into a quaint cafe and quietly watch life so by for some moments as I tuck into a warm cuppa chamomile tea.

I want you, beside me. Holding my hand.

There's something really romantic about side walks, about patios, glass windows, a tree with a swing...

Flowers in spring..

And I want a Fuji instax, to capture those moments, moments where my heart is a flutter, moments when I feel most vulnerable.

Love.



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