Random thought of the day:

Maybe women want to get married so that they can have a rock they can call their own (without paying for it, of course). The bigger, the better.

I made a major boo-boo when I commented that a particular colleague's diamond ring from her boyfriend/fiancee isn't that big after all. In her face. How stupid can I get? Yes, I'm not proud of it.

Everyone around me seems to be on the idea of rocks, rings and marriage lately.

It doesn't help that I seriously don't know much about rings and diamonds. The only jewellery I know are from Perlini's and the odd Tiffany & Co. And they're both silver.

Diamonds? I just know that they look good.

What's clarity? Cut? Carat?

I have no idea which diamond is the biggest. Which is probably why I said what I said. I could have been staring at a freakin' 10-carat diamond ring and I won't even realise it's like freakin' 10-carat.

I only know a solitaire when I see one 'cos it's the easiest one to identify. Like a lone island out in the vast ocean. Nice.

One of my closest buds from my JC class is getting married. In July. In Hong Kong. And it was planned only 2 months before D-Day. You get the idea.

An ex-colleague is planning her ROM this year.

I heard that another colleague is planning his wedding too.

Strange. I still think these people are like adults wearing diapers, we're too young to be talking about marriage. And wedding rings.