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So I wore this outfit to watch a movie with Sam, Accuracy of Death.
Before I stepped out of the house, my aunt asked if I felt embarrassed (read: paiseh. A vernacular term used by Singaporeans.) going out looking like that.
To which I questioned back, “Why should I?”
Her reply?
Because I’m not an actress or somebody along that like.
So I went out pondering over what she said… I guess the issue here is my hat. So now I have to be somebody (i.e. famous) to wear a hat out? It’s just peculiar isn’t it, that she should think like that?
I was telling Sam about it and she said matter-of-factly that if I really am famous and dressed like that, it’ll be worse because people on the streets will most probably think that I’m trying to attract attention or acting like some diva.
And in other words, to my aunt, I’m nobody, that’s why I can’t wear a hat out.
Nobody? I think I’m pretty much SOMEBODY to some people, if not to myself at least.
Geez. Somebody?! Nobody?! Her thinking is so warped.
Anyway, towards the end of the movie, I saw a kid in it wearing ankle rain boots, or wellies, as I like to call them!
Kickass!
They were absolutely cute and I like them at ankle length! Even better for Singapore weather, as compare to those normal wellies which end mid-calf!
But! Most of the ankle wellies I saw online were either kids size or not to my liking. Doh! Why can’t they do ankle wellies in cuter designs?!
These things are way too practical for Singapore! In fact, the government should include wellies as part of the school uniform! Do they know how long I had to air my socks and canvas shoes back in secondary school just because my school happens to be in an easily-flooded area when it rains?! And I absolutely hate wearing damp socks and shoes!
Oh wells… On the search for wellies, ankle and normal ones!
Ciao. The-aunt-who-thinks-I’m-nobody is calling me!
School has started 2 weeks ago…
I’m not exactly up to the neck with work, but I didn’t quit my job so I’m working on weekends and somehow or other, my brain seems to go into overwork mode whenever I attend a lesson. So that explains my lethargy and languid moods.
It doesn’t help that my classmates seem pretty studious and thus “inspire” me to work hard too. Something I never did in Polytechnic. And that needs lots of energy and work getting used to.
Answers to some FAQs:
Q: So how’s school?
A: Bad. School has never been good to me.
Q: Then why go back to school?
A: I happen to be a citizen of Singapore, where a degree does, to some extent, help you get a more high-paying job. Trust me. I’ve went on countless job-search engines during my self-imposed break of 1 year and most of the jobs I’m interested in, are looking for “degree holders”.
Q: How’s your classmates?
A: Besides a couple of them whom I chat to on a regular basis, I don’t really know the rest of them enough to judge anything.
Q: How’s the subjects?
A: Pretty boring. The study of the subjects will only be interesting if the lecturer makes in interesting of if I’m already very into that particular subject.
So while I’m still in the transition mode, please do try to understand my excuses of “having something on” and “busy” because I’m really trying to catch up on some sleep, earn a little money, keep up with my assignments and STILL meeting up with my friends.
Besides, for all the time (1 year?) I’ve had to put up with everyone’s busy-ness. It’s kinda payback time!
So it’s the Great Singapore Sales (GSS) again!
That only signifies 3 things for me; crazy & rude shoppers, jam-packed Orchard Road (even on the public transportation going to and from Orchard) and the June holidays for the primary and secondary school kids. Fuck. Noise and odour pollution at its highest.
I think Singaporeans really need to be re-educated on the GSS. Firstly, to most retailers, GSS just means ‘Time-to-get-rid-of-my-old-stocks-that-nobody-wants-anymore!!!’, in a fanatical tone. So that naturally means, the 70% to 50% discounts are most probably the oldest stocks the stores have, from like decades back.
Then as the discounts decrease, the remaining stocks the store has is probably lesser and the items are most probably newer. So NEVER EVER expect new items to be at like 50% off. Just stop dreaming already. And NEVER EVER expect EVERYTHING to be discounted. You think the stores don’t need to make money. Or are the shoppers just asking really stupid questions?
Sales also means that the queue for the fitting rooms and cashiers will be extremely long so please do not throw a hissy fit just because you’ve waited for 1 hour. EVERYONE else has most probably also waited an hour or even longer than you. Can’t wait? Then don’t shop during the sale!
Oh! And for those who always wait for something they like to be on sale before purchasing it; one piece of advice, if it’s not on the rack anymore, means it’s going on sale either next year or it has been sold! No point telling the retail staff how disappointed you are or asking if they’ll bring in anymore or just plain nagging. You ASSUMED it would be on sale and you didn’t want to get the item you like so now that it’s sold, TOO BAD!
I can’t fathom how most Singaporean shoppers think sometimes. They just baffle me! I don’t know if they are real idiots or acting like idiots. Hope it’s the latter but then again if it really is the latter, what they do that for?!
So I went on the Singapore Flyer as part of our gift to Sam’s 21st birthday. With 5 girls and 1 guy, who is the bf of Joanne’s, the ride was totally unromantic. And a little boring in my opinion. So please stop asking me if it was romantic or whether I went up with some guy or if the ride was worth it.
Anyways, the birthday gift included a makeover for her at BeautyBox, which service has deteriorated to the extent I never want to step into that place and smell the fumes from that hellhole EVER AGAIN. But the photos turned out pretty good, from what I saw on the computer.
Dinner was birthday girl’s treat at Seafood Paradise. Didn’t eat any crabs although that’s the restaurant’s signature dish, because being dainty ladies, we wouldn’t want to be seen in public peeling apart crab shells, spewing sauce everywhere and licking our fingers. But the food we ordered was so good, I stopped taking pics after the first 2 dishes because I forgot I had a camera and just devoured my food just as ugly as mentioned above.
I really should be getting started on my project topic but I just can’t stop procrastinating. I think the only thing I don’t procrastinate is procrastinating itself. But still…
There’s a fly who dove into my cup of green tea and has been twitching for the past 10 seconds.
Give up this pointless struggle dude! Just drown yourself. Green tea is waaaay better than any soft drink which will corrode your little, twitchy body.
Die and I will give you a proper burial of burial in my kitchen sink!
No way am I going to drink green tea with essence of fly.
So…. It seems that everyone is hunting for a pair of gladiator sandals. After it has appeared on the SS08 runway like… Last year? Russell Crowe suddenly became like some fashion icon because whenever I type ‘gladiator sandals’ into the search engine, his name is bound to end up in the results.
I started my hunt early, which didn’t reap any results until December at a very unlikely place, Chinatown. Kinda odd. In fact, my sandals are only gladiator-esque, nothing quite like what’s seen on runways. Which is just the way I like it.
Anyway… For people who are still searching, my colleague got one in Bugis for $30+, the cheapest I’ve heard so far. But I’m not too sure of the shop name. If not try Far East Plaza, I saw stores in Level One, 2 and 3 selling them. Prices start from $40. If you want something more high-end; Topshop, Nine West and Aldo is the place to go!
That’s mine!
My dear beloved Twin,
So the day has arrived and passed. Once single, you are now married. With a baby along the way! What else besides ‘Congratulations’ would be more appropriate for you at this phase of your life?
Not once in the entire 20 years of my life and 5 years of knowing you did I expect you to get hitched at the age of 21. From being a party-girl, to a free-spirited hippie, to a commitment-phobe and finally to someone’s wife. It was quite a major overhaul on your lifestyle!
I don’t think the past few months were easy for you. I have to admit that I’ve got some not-too-pleasant feedback from people around me and being your twin, it pissed me off endless. You, the subject, must have at least felt the brunt of a conservative-yet-trying-to-act-liberal-society’s view on early pregnancy and marriage.
A marriage, seemed like a test of security and practicality. A relationship; an exchange of companionship to avoid loneliness. A birth; an issue of age and money. What I originally thought were acts of pure and simple love, turned ugly and tainted when spewed from society’s mouth. It’s totally disgusting! Now you know, why I don’t trust in relationships anymore!
Why should marriage and pregnancy by deemed correct or wrong just because you are 21 years old? Should we get married only when we have reached say 25, an age the major population, thinks is the right time? And we can only give birth when we are 28? Because by then, we are “not too young” and more financially and emotionally able to handle a kid?
Bullocks! I’ve seen marriages fail even when the couple have known each other for 10 years. I’ve seen couples who married each other at 20 and are still together even after 15 years. I’ve seen parents at the age of 22 who handle children better than those of age 30. Why the desperate need to try to define the “right formulae” to do things when it’s undefinable?
Maybe it’s sour grapes because these people do not have the courage to face the consequences of defying the norm, yet they secretly want to marry the person they love and start a family. I don’t know. Such thinking just stumps me. I just don’t get it.
To me, that new life in you and the marriage seems pretty much like a reward or a gift from god. Because he knows you can handle it! Because he knows that a positive and strong person like you should spread love and joy by passing on your good genes to your child! Because he knows a kind and true person like you deserves an equally true relationship. And most importantly, because he knows you LOVE.
Ten books you’d read over and over:
1. The Time Traveler’s Wife
2. Stones From a River
3. Harry Potter series
4. The Faraway Tree series
5. Tuesdays with Morrie
6. The Chronicles of Narnia
7. The Dark is Rising Sequence
8. The Kite Runner
9. Stardust
10. Computer Arts Projects (actually it’s a magazine but whatever)
Nine people you enjoy the company of:
1. My sis
2. Twin
3. Sam
4. Jen
5. Bitch
6. Jac
7. JH
8. Wonny
9. Ah Ting (I enjoy the company of most of my friends actually… If not we wouldn’t be friends, no?)
Eight things you’re wearing:
1. Spectacles
2. Shorts
3. Shirt
4. Underwear
5. Ear sticks
6. Hairband
7. -
8. -
Seven favorite memories:
1. Taking the ‘It’s A Small World’ Ride in Disneyland, U.S.
2. Chasing EG during my secondary school days
3. First concert I went to (which happens to be Westlife’s)
4. Discussing Glenn Ong’s and Rod Monteiro’s late-night talk show on 98.7FM before school with Yuting
5. Bumming around in China and just taking in the lovely sea view and enjoying the breeze
6. Seeing snow in Japan with Sam, Celes and PW
7. My first tattoo
Six objects you touch every day:
1. My bed
2. Wardrobe
3. Towel
4. 1.5l water bottle
5. Fan
6. Handphone
Five things you do everyday:
1. Read
2. Eat
3. Sleep
4. Drink water
5. Change my clothes
Four favorite bands/ artists:
1. Mayday
2. Johnny Depp
3. Daniel Wu
4. Lifehouse
Three of your favorite songs of the moment:
1. Mercy
2. Torn
3. Blind
Two indulgences:
1. Alcohol and ciggies
2. Expensive dining
One wish:
Live away from home.
A little something to reveal a little more about myself.
From Hypebeast
From here.
Colours!!! Lovely colours! Apparently there’ supposed to be 6 colours available but so far I’ve only managed to find these…
Anyway… These series of monotone coloured Rene Lacoste sneakers are a reinvention of the classic white ones for the brand’s 75th anniversary. Don’t know if it’ll be available in Singapore but it’s retailing in Hong Kong for 590 HKD and in the States for US$75. Alternatively, you can get it from here.
I’m totally feeling the red and green ones! But, unfortunately, am on an extremely TIGHT budget!
Because I have friends who tend to take pretty much quite a long time to upload photos.
I know they might most probably be busy.
And just a little lazy too.
So IF they see this, which they might, if they’re blog stalkers, then please do HURRY UP AND SEND ME THE PHOTOS THAT YOU GUYS TOOK!
Thanks.
Not much so for me.
It’s hard to have fun with fashion when you aren’t a clothes horse (i.e. someone slim). Not that I’m feeling all self-inferior and depressed about my figure but there are times I wish I was slimmer so that I could wear clothes that I like.
For one, I’m pretty big-boned, with big hips and a tummy. Vertical indisposition, check. Thick calves, check. Flabby arms, check. Some sort of chest, check. I don’t happen to be the sort to nitpick body flaws but it makes having fun with clothes a little hard because there are so many items that just do not flatter my body.
Every time I like a particular item of clothing, I end up being told by my family members and friends that it makes me look fat/short/pudgy/frumpy/ugly etc etc. So, that just leaves me with clothes that I don’t really like but just looks better than those that I like. Geez. How fun can dressing up be then?
It’s hard “not to bother with them” as what people like to say. Easier said than done. Why not just wear your pyjamas out since you do not bother with what others think about you? I appreciate them telling me the truth because all in all, they are doing it with good intentions. But it is quite a dampener. Very much a dampener in fact.
Oh wells. I’ve alway admired people who dress the way they like without bothering much about their body shape or size because in the end, it’s their attitude and the way they carry themselves that brings out their sense of style and not that “because they are slim so they look good in whatever they wear even if it’s nonsense”.
I’m still trying to attain ’selective hearing’, which would allow me to filter out what comments I’ld like to hear and what I would just want to ignore. Of course, that then puts me in the risk of dressing up like some
weirdo and looking like a dumpling or something similar. AND getting weird stares, sniggers and snide remarks from strangers.
But I’m going to do that. One day, I’m going to get to that level where I dress exactly the way I want and not let other people tell me whether I look good or not! I hope. Keeping my fingers crossed.
