--GOOD MORNING SINGAPORE!
beautiful, beautiful morning.
much better than yesterday, mostly due to the fact that some damned pigeon shat on me.
firstly i would like to dedicate this post to the little emperor, whom i indirectly caused to crash his car early saturday.
little boys and girls, this is a sterling example of why you should not attempt wacky car stunts on narrow and dark roads :p
i have been walking with a spring in my step, and i believe that my excellent state of mind is due to the fact that i've largely managed to stop thinking about m, though of course once in a while i get reminded of him, and it doesn't help that my boss sounds exactly like him. smells like him even. sort of. must be some generic aussie aftershave.
but like all bad experiences, especially one that has dragged on for an agonizingly long year, it'll probably take a long awhile to get over it.
and to my horror i've sort of morphed into a cynical bitter bitch when it comes to men.
like how t was gushing to me about how this guy she has been eyeing actually came up to her and confessed that he has been wanting to talk to her, but his shyness prevented him from doing so.
my immediate reaction was to roll my eyes and think: women can be such moron sometimes. i’m a prime living example.
“yeah right, you mean you actually believe that load of bollocks?!!” i rolled my eyes some more.
“yeah like you make the best judgement ! who’s the one who went crawling back to some asshole just because he said he missed you?”
“that’s why i speak from experience darling!”
now i am unable not to link every damn male gesture to an ulterior motive.
come to think of it the female species are equally scheming. heh heh heh. okay enough of my tirade against the egoistic species.
my playlist is becoming as eccentric and erratic as i am. i know it is a wee bit too early, but i have been getting off listening and jumping to Christmas songs such as Santa Baby and All I want for Christmas Is You. Haha!! So damn cheesy but oh, they really get you tapping your feet and wishing that Christmas would hurry up and arrive.
Anyways here’s what being overplayed on my ipod
1) Nouvelle Vague – Too drunk to fuck
2) Kylie Minogue – Santa Baby
3) Suede – Beautiful Ones
4) Placebo – Pure Morning
5) Matchbox 20 – Push
6) The Postal service – Such great heights (otb, this is definitely your song)
7) Joan Osbourne – What if god was one of us (the parody being What If God Smoked Weed. LOL)
8) Jay Chou – Qing Tian
9) Imogen Heap – Just for now (gorgeous.. absolutely surreal piece of music!!)
10) Nelly Furtado - Say it right
this morning i was standing next to this well-dressed and nice smelling guy. i was impressed with his overall sense of style. everything was well put together,
from his striped shirt with the french cuffs and chunky cufflinks. i loved his vintage camel laptop carrying case, a vast contrast from the fugly ones that the laptop makers throw in for free with each purchase.
then i looked down and almost wanted to scream.
his pants were at his ankles and his socks were a ghastly white peeping out shamelessly from underneath!!!
noooooooooooooooooooooo. faux paux alert!!!
i was seriously disappointed. what on earth was that?
his freshly polished wing-tips were gorgeous to a fault, but the white socks and ankle-length pants were not.
maybe he was trying to make a statement. but from the look of it, i highly doubt so. maybe he was in a hurry.
whatever it is, it kind of sums up how some people sometimes spoil an entire outfit by overlooking just one detail.
like how i once worn suspenders with shorts that were abit too loose and unflattering, so i ended up looking like a clown.
at the magazine i was with previously (for the curious.. i was with the highly upper-crust Lexean magazine as a writer. don’t really like to talk about my work here), my male colleagues were all impeccably dressed, thank god.
abit too overdressed in Lanvin and Hugo Boss for a media company but hey, who's complaining?
their cuffs were all of the right length, their made-to-measure jackets perfectly fitted, their silk ties never a gaudy colour and always complementing. most importantly, their shirts were always neatly pressed and their collars never limp. i abhor limp collars on men.
anyway, do check out http://www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com/
if you want to know more about the dos and don'ts of style. and http://facehunter.blogspot.com
i'm also starting my own online shop, and yes they will be based mostly on the shit i like.
an example of what i usually wear, and what i'll be selling.
yaaaaaa do not mock my skinny legs.
more about my business venture next time. back to work!!! ciao !! kisses!