all begins with L

I totally suck at it, but I absolutely love it.

Econs.

After months of near hibernation, my (brain) cells are shoved into activation once again.
The body was literally in shivers during a four and half hour class yesterday. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush from the sheer fact that I was actually being productive. This season, classes are very much in tune with my biological clock, having the earliest class set at 12noon. And I am doing very funky things like photoshop and travel planning. This is what school should be (remembered as).

So I am refreshed, recharged and re-ady for more!

While waiting for the lactose to take effect,
(snipped off from rose)

1. I’ve come to realize that my last dance.. was with Ray, my lesbian man.

2. I am listening to.. the fan at speed no.2

3. I talk.. when I am not bored

4. I love.. food, cats, and blue beaches

5. My first dance.. was the moment I could stand on my two feet

6. Love.. is very rare for me

7. Marriage is.. to accept, commit and then tolerate for as along as

8. Somewhere, someone is thinking.. about food

9. I’ll always.. place wisdom over intelligence

10. I have a secret crush.. on _________ .

11. I cried because.. I cannot marry my bestfriend

12. My cell phone is.. similar looking to the iPhone

13. I woke up this morning and.. waged a war with my bowels

14. Before I go to bed.. I get into position

15. Right now I am thinking.. of how to fund my exchange trip

16. Babies.. are nice to look at

17. Today, I.. cleared my desk

18. Tonight, I will.. read up on how to be a part time style-guru/coach for the obscenely rich

19. Tomorrow I will… hunt for good dessert

20. I really want to be.. (well) paid for something that I love doing and give back to the world

The inertia has trickled down to my bowel system.

1800-LACTOSE.

You know that holiday season has truly ended when your brain shrinks into a pendulum ball and starts swerving in all directions. Now I

Need to:

1. Visit my the grandmother
2. Visit a dentist. I think a tooth is growing in a displaced location and it’s high time I get them cleaned. My last visit shall remain a secret
3. Sign up for bike license because not knowing how to ride is as good as staying at home especially when you decide to do the whole unchartered-territory-travel thing. Bumming has its limits, I have reached mine
4. Cut my hair

Have to:

4. Look up what courses stand for which code and which class am I attending on which day
5. Buy the books accordingly
6. Reactivate my other pin number for the 3464562453th time because my neurons just cannot seem to retrieve the combinations whenever I need it most
7. Replenish my bank account
8. Cut my hair

Want to:

9. Eat a good Italian meal
10. Catch up with friends and loved ones
12. Start being more prudent
13. Cut my hair

Back to cosmopolitan living.

Am back in Krabi for the third time in the year. Maybe it’s the accessibility to fly back home that makes me somehow end up here whenever I take a trip to the land of smiles.

Perhaps it is the ease of having halal food because Krabi is mainly Muslim populated. Somehow food taste better with a clear conscience.

I have found a place where I would erect my getaway home: fisherman’s villa in the next couple of years or so. Where I can put my earnings to good use. I just have to pick up the language proper and everything will be all set.

Malaysia is definitely a far cry from what Thailand has got to offer. The people, the food, the CLEAR blue sea. It’s all divine up north.

Met an “Ian Wright-ish” Canadian chap, and yes, everytime I talk to a Canadian, it reminds me of how badly I want to move there. London has always been my wet dream place to start it out but Toronto is definitely a more practical option (casting aside the -20 deg. cel weather).

So yes, there ain’t no blue beaches or tan lines this season thanks to monsoon, but divine spread of sumptuous local fare and many many smiles make up for it.

I am almost fully recharged.

Because the internet (or rather electricity) is amongst scarce resources in this fisherman’s village, let’s make this quick:

1. We are putting up in a ‘honeymoon villa’ ensuite that opens up to the vast ocean. Unfortunately it’s the monsoon season.
2. The term officially starts tomorrow
3. But not for me! Will be back on Thursday, 10pm
4. Mobility has been reduced to 10m radius
5. I have overdosed on seafood
6. Will not eat anything that lives in the water for a while
7. My villa smells of crabs, the waves are knocking hard underneath our shack(pad)
8. The thai word for cat is Meow
9. Salmon wasabi bagel is the (food)highlight of the trip
10. I have had enough of bumming, really

10.1 I took half an hour to write this entry
10.2 That is how inert I have become

We’ve been POSH’D!

More here.

Much more here.

ps. am off to the land of a swadeekup tomorrow and will be back on the 20-something-th.

Almost every year, I am one of those Singaporeans who leave the house at 6am on our National Day to beat the traffic jam at our custom checkpoint.

What can I say, distance makes the heart grows fonder.

I leave to come back appreciative. (And I always do.)

For all the disgruntled moments, periodic cursing and the occasional need to get away from, I still do think that I am blessed to have been born here. And for some reason, this time I (actually) feel the excitement for this teeny weeny island in its course of charting its own destiny in the few decades to come.

So there you go,

Happy 42nd Singapore!

Men’s couture seems to be every bit sexier than that of the ladies’. Maybe because of the lack of variations for a man’s outfit that innately draws in greater attention to detail (and design).

Walk into a designer store and one is bound to notice how the men’s range is usually much more deserving of the label (and the price) than the ladies’ are.

A short stint as backstage dresser on the runway made me realized how trashy Hugo ladies’ clothes are. And yet the Hugo suit remains as one of the symbolic must haves for the young upstart. (Never mind the fact that the label is under the same corporation that markets your toothpaste and shampoos.)

When RAOUL came into the market, I was little jealous. The classic stripes, the Egyptian silk, the finely tailored shirts. It set a new benchmark for well-designed mainstream office wear (for men).
When RAOUL-WOMEN was launched, and I was enraged. It was nothing more than a branding leverage for the ladies.

And now I hate to note that Pedro is the “brother equivalent” of Charles & Keith. (How can??) Because those laced-up-pointed-Elvis shoes are undeniably way more sexy than the towering heels on my rack.

If I were a man, I’d be splurging way more than I already am.

Damn.

what are you afraid of regarding the future

people who are thinking only of making money,
they make a dangerous world.
or those who are only thinking about design.
you need conjunction between the two, its very rare but you
need someone who thinks about both, to get the right answer,
to make a better life in the future.
— naoto fukasawa

And therein lies the biggest equation of my life.

There’s a reason why it is deemed as one of Time’s top 100 most influential source in the fashion world.

I LOVE The Sartorialist.

Plus, it comes in handy when you run out of ideas to match that mix of inventories of yours!

And I can’t wait to get my hands on the canon g7 just so I can go snapping around the streets.

As mutually agreed, the new term shall be
1. less intense
2. more foreplay
3. and a fuct load of fun!

join me.

Family is a raison d’etre.

The announcement has been made and blardy hell, I should have known. I seriously think that when God made life, he has a set of templates to mix and match and make us react.

We are fools to believe that our experiences are ours to claim. “You are not in my shoes” they say.

But You are in God’s hands. So no matter what, is it as different as the newspaper can get.

Remember Roald Dahl’s Grammar-Machine? Push a button, lower the lever, increase the pressure, turn the knob and wala! We have a story. In fact there are so many stories akin to ours, that it’s one whole formulaic mess isn’t it?

Today, someone ran away from home. Yesterday, someone got married. On the same day, someone almost killed himself.
Tomorrow, a new life will come on board.

Like a friend said, it is a humbling experience to note that the six billlion of us have a set of carbon copy moments to shuffle around with.

“To think about it, virtually every emotion we go through, someone else and many others have felt it before!”

I think life is meant to be shared, and gossiped about. So the next time you have a story, good or bad, bring it to the headlines.

And while we’re at it, don’t forget to add in a little bit of class. Just so we could make less a fool out of ourselves.

I once said that I’d never, never ever do a bungee jump. I would sky dive, eat a grasshopper, slide down a waterfall (which I did) but not have my internal organs jerking up, then down, and up again.

But I think I’ve changed my mind.

Bungee anyone?

Punch.