January 27, 2009

Home, the second one.

I can’t open blogger so I prefer to rant here. it’s nice, no? to have two places to write and publish without having it proof-read. feels like running to your second husband’s house. (ah…if only we could).

a short one;

i once came across a friend who asked me where my home was. I said ‘Malaysia’ and he said ‘you’re not thinking. think again’ and left me thinking and thinking. but when i came to Europe, Spain, to be exact, spent there for 3 long days, I can’t tell you how much I felt so safe, so happy, so free and able to be just who I am. Perhaps it was the company, perhaps it was the night life, but all in all, though I spent time in London, I didn’t feel quite the same as I felt in Spain. I can’t justify the same answer for Paris because I went there for just half a day. But being in Spain, felt so soothing and made me feel, in the least of words, at home.

Then again, I’d never forget Malaysia. Paris will always be the fashion scene, but Spain…Spain was just how life was meant to be. for me, at least.

la dolce vita. over and over again. I find myself repeating the same thing now and then.

January 21, 2009

Ceecee Wears Chanel (and Lanvin…and Balenciaga…et Marni…)


more goodies on fashion there.

January 19, 2009

M.U.H

Meet Uncle Hussain/ Jumpa Pakcik Hussain won The Music Champion Award and brought back home 37K RM. I told Mama I’d hit on Faizal Tahir since he’s bringing back 35K RM and won’t have to share it like how the M.U.H band has to share amongst its members. But screw that I think I’d hit on Lan, the lead vocalist. He’s got this high-pitched beautiful sissy voice when he screams.

I’m proud of the local indie band. Two years straight we’ve got bands winning the award.

and damn I can’t find anything about Lan either.

January 17, 2009

A StereoType Thought of The 21st Generation of Youth.

Once upon a time ago, I used to think ‘Why can’t Malaysia be like Singapore?‘ and a lot of people of my generation had the same thought. Yeah, why can’t we? But as I come across these hard-cold facts, opened my eyes slightly bigger (though they just don’t function that well) and understood every detail and the histories of both countries, I’ve come to appreciate the fact that my Malaysia is nothing like Singapore. Here’s why.

since we love numbers so much as they get into our head more easily than words, let’s compare population and percentages, shall we?

Singapore: population-as of 2008, 4 mil +

Malaysia: population-as of 2008, 27 mil +

now get those two facts hard into your brain. moving on…

It’s easy to govern Singapore because you’ve got the Chinese making up 75.2% of the total population. 13.6% are Malays and Indians come up to less than 10%. Now, tell me, when you have a majority of your population made up of a heck lot of people from a single race, is that not easy to set up the rules and regulations for your country? I’ve talked to the Malays in Singapore, shared a flat with them and they say Malays have absolutely no right in Singapore. Nothing makes you special if you’re a Malay there. Nada.

Malaysia, we all know how many Malays make up the population, and not just Malays but the legal term here is ‘BumiPutras’. We make up 65% of our population and the Chinese around 30% and Indians 8% (frankly, I think this 8% figure is quite screwed…doesn’t look like 8% to me when I’m in Malaysia). So, let’s see…we can’t really compare the Malay statistics because Malaysia has the Austronesian origins. Now, do you see Malays in Singapore shouting out for the rights? Non. Do you see Chinese in Malaysia shouting out for their rights? Yes. Every single freaking day.

It makes you wonder. If I were to put more Malays in Singapore and less Chinese in Singapore, do you think the Chinese would scream out for their rights? Yes.

65% Malays in Malaysia. 13.6% Malays in Singapore. Now, compare Malays in Singapore and 30% Chinese in Malaysia. More Chinese in Malaysia equals more bitching around for Chinese rights. Less Malays in Singapore compared to more Malays in Malaysia equals no bitching around for Malay rights.

If I were to put more Chinese in Malaysia and less Malays in Malaysia, would the Malays scream out for their rights? Yes, they hell would. Because we’ve been Malay-sia for centuries. We’ve always been populated with Malays, Malays and more Malays. Singapore, on the other hand, yes, was part of Malaysia until they got kiausu and broke off with us. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I’m saying here that we live through and with the history of our country. We, in Malaysia, live with the fact that our country have been and will damn always will be, majorly populated with Malays. Our religion will always be Islam. We will always have Azans blaring from the mosques in our country. Do you hear the Azan singing through the loudspeaker in Singapore? No. I’ve never heard a tone of God is Al-mighty everytime I make a visit to the Lion City.

So you’re debating about the system of governance between Malaysia and Singapore, are you now? Okay. I agree that Singapore has an efficient, bloody hell way beyond wonder way beyond fantastic system of governance and administration. I agree that our country’s system is pretty screwed up. But do you want communism? Do you want heavy taxes swallowing your income? I salute Singapore’s way of disciplining her people. No chewing gum, no littering, oh God I can’t tell you how happy I am everytime I see a clean street in Singapore and how much I mourn upon seeing plastic bags and candy wrappers being littered along the road in Malaysia. I respect Singapore’s way of administration, but I mourn for the Malays who live in that country. They complain, they say that they’re happy in Singapore, and yes I can clearly see that.What with Boat Quay and those tattoos on their arms…and the fact that Islam seems to be a tad bit distorted in their holy books.

Singapore have been offering PRs for non-Singaporeans who are smart. They have taken all the smart ones and turned them into Singaporeans. It’s a smart tactic, mind you. They don’t care whether or not you have SPM, O LEVEL, etc etc like in Malaysia, they only look at your SPM results. Which is shit. Don’t get me started on how much GCE O’Level standard is higher than SPM. This is the flaw in our country. We have neglected our bright students, we say that SPM kids are smarter. Now, deary, my aunt has connections with Education. I’ve heard of stories that Boarding schooled-kids have greater chances of scoring As because their teachers are genuises. Geniuses at spotting questions and topics that will come out in the exam. I’m not kidding. Which is why there’s no shock if you hear kids scoring 9As and all so many As. The flaw of Malaysia is that our people are stereotypes. They have one way of thinking. I’ve heard of students sent off overseas, to UK, and all those grand universities but do you think that they excel in their studies just as how their grades depict their intelligence? No. They do not.

The Chinese would love to have malaysia turn into a clone of  singapore. But I, yes I, as a Malay, do not.

And now you’re debating about corruption in our country. Get it over with, will you? Every country that has a what is called a ‘government’ will have corruption, regardless of how brilliant the President is. The only problem is that in our country, we make it too obvious. I could say more but then saying it would end up with a lawsuit on my front door porch. What I am stating here is that no, I don’t want our country to end up like our neighbour. I want our country to become what it was once years ago, in that state of glorious Mahathir’s Malaysia. I want the old Malay back, where people were much more civilized and administration flourished under a strict man’s reign. I want harmony and co-operation amongst the races, not the shouts of Hindraf terrorizing an innocent Eid gathering at the PM’s resident. Or a blogger who criticizes every single goddamn thing about our country and parading around as though he’s the God of Justice. I don’t want a man who stands up on a podium and makes grand speeches about how corrupted our country is, giving the impression that we live in a system of unjust to the foreign media. I want the old Malaya where the Chinese neighbor would help out the Malay neighbor during the time of 13 May. I want that same love where my mother once told me about the incident where her sister who was a regular customer at a chinese hair salon was hidden for safety by the chinese hairdresser when the communists came to his shop for inspections on the bloody war between malays and chinese.

where did that love go? where did that old Malaya go? so, tell me, are you happy now, to see the three races bickering amongst each other about their rights? are you happy now to see that trust is no longer valid between the three races? I have seen that the people outside the urban area still share that same peaceful love between each race but the urban folks…they’ve been so screwed up that no longer do you see harmony between them. Bring me back that old Malaya. Bring me back that old Malaya.

January 17, 2009

Tommy, MAC and 3 Narrow Golden Headbands.

Spring! ahhh those pretty women in light-weight fabric, finally wearing stilettos and no more snow boots or heavily draped in coats, petticoats, peacoats, layers, cardigans, etc etc. the season to be half-naked and half-dressed. screw the clothes, I have more important things to talk about and it is the one thing I rarely look at in fashion shows because I’m too distracted with who’s who on the front row and what’s Anna wearing to the show and how long did the fashionistas have to wait for the damn show to start (we know fashion shows usually run off schedule. I don’t know why people set times either) and what was served for them to eat (put aside the fact that I have every reason to suspect people drank more than they ate) and ooh ohhhh what’s in the goodie bag!

Non, je suis desole, those are just lies. I don’t get distracted by all of them- really. I’m only distracted by if Sasha’s in the show, or if any of the models put on weight, how round each model’s face seems to be getting, etc. These small details distract me. But what distracts me most of all at the Tommy Hilfiger Spring 2009 was how gorgeously beautiful the models were, and I’m talking about how their skin seems to look so flawless, so clean, so simple! Like there’s barely any make-up on them. As a psych as I am, I searched for the products used, who did what, what happened to their eyelids, what was applied on their faces that made them glow like pretty angels on the runway, etc etc. Goodbye thick eyeliner, heavy eyebrows and crazy hair! It’s all about the flawless foundation, soft pastels and bright eyes! Lisa Butler who did the make-up says “it’s bare but groomed- the kind of face that says ‘I take care of my skin’“. It’s not bare. It’s better than bare, oh how true.

and the hair! those narrow golden headbands! I feel like screaming out ‘HEY! I HAD THE SAME IDEA MONTHS AGO!

pardonnez-moi, but the pictures seem to be very very hard to find. go here instead

January 17, 2009

I Love Men.

especially when they’re the ones pictured in The Sartorialist….with suits..and and layers…and and and it’s a chilly weather….

and I want a bike right now. If I lived in Paris. I remember seeing a lot of men and women on bicycles in Spain, they even had a special lane for them, I really loved seeing them. it’s like a limo, trés stylish and classy.


Fabio Borrelli gives off a Mafia look.

maybe I’ll pull off this look in Malaysia. who gives a damn if I walk around with layers of clothes and gloves, no? or maybe a faux fur cape….and snow boots….I have to agree with Scott Schuman when he said that the elements in this look might be individually missed. the first thing I had in mind was  ‘is he wearing a set?’. I just love the fact it doesn’t look too bulky, and that he’s wearing all these different clothes of the same color from the scarf, to the cardigan, the coat, etc. I missed the silk lining.

Photos: THE SARTORIALIST

January 14, 2009

January 11, 2009

Our Good Ol’ Friend Named ‘Canon’.

act 1 scene 1; how to eat an onion ring.

P/S: this was weeks before Gaza.


there’s just too many.

what I can say is, it has been a longggg, amaaazing holiday -almost.

January 11, 2009

Peachy Life.

You know those times when you spot a jaw-dropping editorial or so happen to come across The Sartorialist on a Sunday morning or God forbid…the Great Garance Doré when you have nothing to do so you just so happen to live say…in Malaysia…and the nearest shopping mall is say…KLCC…and you find it hard to resist the temptation to run out of the door and spend all your money on say…699 RM motorcycle jacket…

yeah. life’s peachy.

Life in Malaysia was good. Crazy, with all the rush and the damn traffic and Mon Dieu the harassing salespeople and the uncivilized civilians but it was all in all, home. I went to look at Nottingham and the only thing that I can say is this; it’s like rehab. I swear to God I’ve never seen a university so beautiful in my whole life. Oh mon ami just said to me ‘have you lived your whole life already? don’t fret, you’re still young‘.

Things are beginning to look good. The storm’s almost over, at least I think so. I wonder if I’ll see the rainbow some day…and a pot of gold…and jumping leprechauns too…all wearing Michael Kors…mmmm…divine.

Oh Dieu, you know when you’ve got nothing to wear, you fling open your closet and groan, complaining about how boring all your Moschino, Chanel, Prada, Mugler, Jil Sander, etcetc clothes are so you see, you grab an XL size white tee when you’re of an XS size and you put it on, grab a pair of black leggings that go beyond the knees and near the ankle and put that on too, tie the end of your shirt a wee bit to tighten it up a little bit and then grab your 4-inch Oxfords from Clarks and then loosen your hair, accessorize yourself a little bit, put some mascara on and pink up those cheeks of yours, walk out of the house  with a Harrods knapsack and then…BAM! they look at you. the women give smiles and looks saying ‘hey! why didn’t I think of that!?‘. I just love those days.

I’d never forget that best part with the Zara print silk mini dress and the wool black tights and Clarks…

Who is that?

-by two American girls.

January 7, 2009

Those Little Things Running Around In Dior

kids fashion

one day, my son/daughter will be the only child among their five year old counterparts who can pronounce  ‘Givenchy’ accurately. oooh fun, fun, here, make a list of what you want your children to be good at or able to achieve by the time they’re ten.

The List By 10

  • he/she will master French (unless Papa is French), Italian, Spanish, English, Arabic (it’s useful in the market), by the age of ten.

  • the girl will take up ballet, the boy will be a model of kid’s fashion like the editorial you see above.

  • he/she will be able to give reviews on fashion shows after every runway show they see as I bring them along with me to fashion week.

  • he/she will be able to recognize what is designed by whom just by merely looking at the style, details, etc, without ever seeing the label.

  • he/she will always be photographed by Scott Schuman everytime he crosses path with him/her in Rome, Paris, Italy, wherever.

  • he/she knows which size is the best fit for him/her when choosing suits, coats, blazers, etc.

and the rest are just too insane for me to type down.