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That was probably the longest title and the silliest advice I’ve ever had to give anyone!
I’ve had enough of people asking me,
“There are no price tags on your clothes?”
“Your clothes are not tagged?”
“You don’t have price tags on your items?”
Imagine:
Customer: You don’t have price tags on your items?
Me: N0.
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For fuck’s sake.
Stupid These kinda people annoy me endless. And the problem is not in their English. There is nothing wrong with the question but the question itself is WRONG!
The question that should be asked is, “What is the price of your items in general?” or just a simple, “What is the price of your items?”
God. I don’t believe I even had to tell people how to ask this question.
And to think literacy is increasing. Apparently the brain size isn’t though.
The presentation yesterday for Consumer Behaviour was quite a success although I didn’t expect it to be… Not pinning my hopes on our report though.
Oh wells.
But that was a much needed confidence booster.
Resort 2009 collection by Philip Lim.
The ever commercial-conscious designer who designs for his customers. I like it that way, as much as it seems superficial and unoriginal. At least he doesn’t try to act all arty-farty just to fill in someone’s shoes.
The result is a nod to classic pieces reminiscent of Chanel. Wearable and elegant.
I like.
Well… I’m kinda generalizing here. Not ALL women make bad drivers but MOST of the bad drivers are women.
I’ve sat in cars driven by the female race and most of them are quite all right. BUT. Most of the drivers who cut lanes as and when they want to, make illegal turns without any care in the world, don’t know when to speed appropriately and always make emergency brakes happen to be women.
I didn’t stereotype women as bad drivers in the past. But after my dad got his car and drove us out more often, it came to my observation that this stereotype is almost always true. And no, my dad never once said anything about women being bad drivers because my mom has a better sense of direction than him.
I’m female yes. So I’m doing everybody on the road a favour by not driving. Yet.
Been busy as a bumblebee.
It’s been an action-packed month. Close friend’s 21st, passing on of another friend, assignments, projects, tests, working part-time, saving money since lending out an amount which I think will never return, refraining from shopping online, yet still grabbing bargains from GSS…
Gosh! And people wonder why I don’t meet up with them. Sorry mates! Friends are fulfilling social needs but my sleep is a physical need (BASIC need) according to Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. See how schoolwork has been invading my mind unknowingly.
Working tomorrow. And I still need to write out a speech for a presentation on Monday, tie up the loose ends the report for the same presentation, finish up my task for another subject’s project. Wheeee!!!
I need to now brainwash myself into thinking that I’m a 21-year-old with the energy of a 14-year-old!
The past few days passed in a whirl. From disbelief and unacceptance to finally a kind of resignation to forces we can never control. With the end, signifies the start of a new chapter.
As Clifton’s funeral draws to an end, the healing process for everyone, especially his close friends and family has only just began. Carrying on with life as per normal, yet knowing that someone important is missing and will never be back. That kind of unfathomable pain…
I don’t know Clifton well enough. We shared mutual friends and that was also how I got to know him. And now I regret not talking to him more even though I see him lots in school. I will always remember the jokes about this “big head”, his brotherly ways and his smile. Thinking back about his smile, seldom did I see him without one on his boyish face. The smile that brightens up the area and people around him.
Someone so passionate about life and so full of drive doesn’t deserve such an end. It pains me to even think about it… How did it happen? A young man who believes in himself and is out there fighting for the dream he has had since young. How did his body fail him when his mental strength and faith was so strong? Didn’t we all take to be that as long as we believed in ourselves, we could achieve anything? What happened to that?
Clifton’s passing on brought out in me and I think everyone else who knew him, an unwilling acknowledgment of how swift and sudden Death can be. Yet before we concede to the temptations of everlasting peace, we put up a resilient fight in trying to live a life to the fullest and embrace the emotions we should rightfully feel. Happiness, pain, love, heartache, empathy, anger…
We can never triumph Death, but we can live in harmony with it. In acceptance that Death is the inevitable end to every organism on Earth. In knowing that we have had a life well lived and gave our utmost best. In loving our family and friends and them loving you back. In appreciating the beauty and diversity around us. In being true to ourself and working to achieve what we want, despite knowing we might not succeed at all.
At Clifton’s funeral yesterday, when we walked behind his coffin into the crematorium hall, a soft breeze started blowing and the leaves started falling down… A touching scene embedded in my mind till now.
Clifton, albeit no longer physically on Earth, is still everywhere around us. In his brothers’ faces, in his parents’ loving ways, in his friends’ laughter, in the bustle of Orchard Road, in the stranger’s smile, in the falling leaves, in the sudden storms… Unforgotten, a surreal existence in which his friends continue their affinity with him.
Clifton, you’ll be greatly missed. Thank you for the friendships you have forged, for the support, love and encouragement you gave to everyone. As we close your chapter on Earth and begin anew, you also have started your new life in paradise. In an unknown world without pain, grief or evil. Only eternal peace and joy.
May you soar. Just as you did on Earth.
But have nothing good to talk about.
Some things are better left unsaid. Consolation might not necessarily mean talking to me, especially when they’re just patronizing.
My mind is still in a blank. Selective memory I would say. The mind choosing only to accept what it wants to accept. Another mystery of life besides the great unknown.
Dear Young-kid-working-part-time-at-Topman,
I’m so sorry I dropped my 1A curry puff at the Topman outlet in Wisma Atria. Please try to understand my pain of losing my favourite curry puff. I beckoned you over NOT because I wanted YOU TO CLEAN UP but because I wanted to ask you for some tissue paper so I can give it a proper burial.
I figured that you looking all dandy in the current uniform of Singaporeans (i.e. black skinny jeans and polo tee) would probably not even know what is a broom so it’d be better if I did the job of cleaning up the mess I made. I would LOVE to take a look at the terms and conditions stated in your employment contract. “Maintaining the store’s hygiene and cleanliness” and the likes are probably not stated in it.
You must have a MAID (or a MOTHER) at home for you to be so freaked out at the sight of a fallen curry puff on the floor that you ran away immediately. Gosh! I’m sorry for scaring you like that! Imagine the flakes and crumbs on the floor! Fortunately the filling didn’t ooze out or you’d think that they were the innards of the curry puff!
Topman must be a really good place to work no? No cleaning up. Standing around looking pretty. Chatting with your colleagues. Avoiding customers when they seem to need assistance. Giving a pained look whenever customers ask you for help. Talking in a really nonchalant and irritating tone. Why… YOU must really LOVE it there!
Funny how stores nowadays don’t realize the importance of speech. Pleasant tone, proper English and a little enthusiasm; faked or real, could go a long way. No wonder you got a job there. It was probably really easy, considering that you don’t need to know how to use a broom or smile at customers.
I know Topman is considered high street fashion but really, don’t over-glamourize your job or yourself. Working in a high street fashion store does not automatically make you a fashionista. Your role in the store is ultimately a sales assistant, which simply means to assist customers and improve sales, which includes cleaning and providing good service because nobody would want to walk into a dirty store with LOUSY SERVICE, not unlike yours.
Poor boy. I don’t think your MOTHER/MAID ever told you all these. Sigh… Not being spoon-fed must be really tough on you. It’s ok. You can join the ranks of spoilt brats frolicking around Orchard Road in their Topshop/Topman clothes, proudly spending their parents’ money on everything!
By the way, I don’t mean to make you swollen-headed but your rendering of TOTALLY BAD SERVICE in what was supposedly a high street fashion outlet has successfully gotten Topman a spot in my list of “Stores/Restaurants Never Ever to Step Into Because It is Not Befitting” and made Topman seem undesirable and low-class. Congratulations! There is some worth in you afterall.
Please do seriously consider working in places where service is not required or where you can look pretty without doing anything in future, say maybe as a toy-boy to a lonely, rich woman looking for companionship? I’m sure you’d do well in such industries.
My writing this letter is to sincerely offer my encouragement and unfaltering faith in your steady route to self-destruction. Keep up the good work!
Mourning the demise of my 1A curry puff whilst condemning spoilt kids,
Someone-who-intends-to-boycott-Topman-indefinitely.
That’s another GREAT icon gone, the last one of the French fashion’s holy trinity (the other 2 being Coco Chanel and Christian Dior).
He was the first to inject masculinity into women’s fashion and empower ladies. I’ve always worshipped him for putting women in pants and tuxedos, a look so classic, timeless and elegant. As proof, his designs have time and time again been reincorporated into runway looks by many younger designers.
We need more designers like him to revolutionize the fashion world with designs like this…
Le Smoking pantsuit.
“Fashion was not only supposed to make women beautiful, but to reassure them, to give them confidence.” -YSL
Nope, it’s not about kids having super packed timetable for their holidays; that’s way past my era. If anyone has read the BIG NEWS on page 8 of Sunday Times, they would know what I’m talking about. It’s about… “New Hip Stores Coming to Orchard Road”, as the headlines on the front page aptly described.
New malls, duplexes, boutiques, brands etc etc. Gosh! Just thinking of it makes me feel dizzy with happiness! I can just imagine Orchard Road as a dazzling place with lots of shiny malls and fashionistas waiting to see and be seen!
There’s major fashion houses like Christian Dior, LV, Chanel, Dolce & Gabbana, Prada, Giorgio Armani etc opening new stores. High fashion ones; Bread & Butter, Tru Trussardi and more. Cartier, Mauboussin and Kim Robinson to finish up the look by providing jewellery, watches and the perfect hairdo!
Here comes the exciting part… New stores!
How does Christian Louboutin sound to you? Just Cavalli? Marc by Marc Jacobs? Club Monaco? Anya Hindmarch? Juicy Couture? (Eeeks!)
But the ones that really excite me are…
Firstly, Sephora! I’ve heard rave reviews about their cosmetics and the only way I could get them is to beg any of my friends who travel to the US to buy some back for me (but most of them peeps have never even heard of the brand. God forgive them!) I can’t wait to get my eyes on the lip and cheek stain that I’ve heard lots of netizens praise to the heavens!
For clothes, there’s Y-3 by Yohji Yamamoto! Finally! After seeing loads of fakes during my stint in China; I can’t wait to see the real ones! Though I’ld wish they would bring in more of his works, including his main line and his daughter, Limi Feu’s designs. And also GF Ferre!!! The more youthful line from Gianfranco Ferre.
Lastly, nice watches from Bell & Ross, Swiss watchmaker. Their watches are classic pieces that are youthful, yet has an understated luxurious feel.
And if the above is not good news enough, here’s a surprise. Ion Orchard and Paragon still have not release a statement regarding the new (or in Paragon’s case) revamped list of brands they’ll be housing. Of course, there’ll be a Uniqlo and H&M somewhere. And I hope a Vivienne Westwood, Luella, Zucca and MerciBeaucoup in future…
Changes to be anticipated in Mandarin Gallery, Paragon, Takashimaya. New malls; Ion Orchard and Orchard Central coming up! At this rate, I’m really looking forward to the future Orchard Road! Looks like there is still hope for fashion in Singapore!
Hurray for major revamps of Orchard Road!
