People.

“Ooooh, Skinny Jeans are so 2009!“

I swear, I had to restrain myself from bursting into laughter upon hearing the hostess say that very phrase. I should wonder what century is she currently living in.

 

I Had A Dream

I had a dream last night about Israel. I remember being in Singapore and met several Jews from an old Israeli woman to her husband. We rented their house, for a reason I still can’t seem to figure out. Then one by one, these Israeli came up to me and apologized for all the Palestinian blood their people shed. I didn’t say anything. I seemed at utmost anger just hearing them say the word ‘Palestinians’. And then, I heard someone say that Israel is using Singapore to get into the Malaysian market. And then, I hear an Israeli man saying how sorry he was about Gaza.

Then I woke up.

Al-Fatihah to the lives lost in Gaza.

Funny Quotes of the Week

“Cocaine Kate!“

-on Kate Moss

“Lick me. I taste like Madonna.“

-on perfumes. Tessy bought one that she said ’smelled like I came out of a brothel’

“Karl Lagerfeld? Oh J’dore him! He’s the cute guy with the funny wig and chains right?“

-on Karl Lagerfeld

“Haute Couture? Is that a food?“

-on haute couture

Tales of the Queer

Big Shirts

Please tell me these are all just the most wanted oversized t-shirts you’ve ever seen. I’ve never actually been a mucho fan of t-shirts but these beats Henry Holland’s anytime.

Credits:Kate Loves Me

Queen Bee

I couldn’t sleep last night so I watched a documentary on insects. They had bees in it and there was this part where they talked about the Queen. Apparently, when the other bees are immune to the Queen’s somethingsomething acid, they begin to lay their own eggs. The Queen can’t accept it because she can’t take the competition so she eats their eggs one by one. Eventually, the other bees are mad about this so they all kill her with their stings. They showed the Queen’s death and I’ll be very honest here, I really cried. It was tragic. Poor Queen, there wasn’t even a funeral for her. Somehow I think I can relate to the whole can’t-take-the-competition-and-soon-I-get-killed thing. It sounds familiar.

Then there was something about these huge ant-looking insects. The female insects have wings and when Spring comes (ie. mating season), the females shed their wings once they find the right man. It’s very sweet, no? It’s like you’ve been flying around life and world and when you find the one person who’ll stay with you forever and have babies with you, you shed your wings, it’s like marking the end of your journey, you’ve finally found home alongside your man.

Funny. Documentaries are so…………awesome.

Rip & Editorials.

I don’t know about you, but I love it.

I love fashion. Here’s why…

When the young grow up

I find it sad to see the young, good-looking actors grow up. Gone are their young, beautiful, untainted, pure beauty and now appears the man with the beard, moustache, bulging muscles and looking so darn…old. I find it sad to see Gaspard Ulliel, the once beautiful boy in Le Dernier Jour and Hannibal Rising so….scruffy in the latest photos. Oh and lookie, he has a new girlfriend! She looks a tad bit old but hey, old and old fit together, no? Sigh…it’s so sad to see that man grow up. I’ve lost interest in him. I liked him when he was younger now he resembles more of….Antonio Banderas. The tan, the new hair…what the hell is happening to the world!? Ah well, I’ll settle for the 18-year old Gaspard anytime than the 24 year old one. He looked more untouchable back then, more natural. Now he’s more of some slick action-movie man. They don’t stay that young anymore, don’t they? It’s scary.

I’ve been having dreams lately. Once, I dreamt of Sigerson Morrison shoes. I lost them at Alliance Francaise boarding house. Frankly, I don’t think Alliance has a boarding house…how strange these dreams are. After losing the shoes, I went for a frantic search and got a comment from a boarder who said that my clothes were too excessive and I retorted back, saying that I just came back from the airport. Then there was this obviously French woman, you know, hair tied into a bun, gray blazer, gray pencil skirt, skinny, looking rather snooty. She called me to come into her office to discuss about my French lesson but before I could make it to the place, this French boy came up to me (his jacket was green with yellow zippers, I remember that clearly…somehow), asked if I wanted my shoes back and led me to his room, where there I saw my Morrison, my sister’s Nine West bag and another one of her bags which I couldn’t identify was made by whom, hanged among the many designer bags on a wall. I opened the bag and saw a whole sum of BND $10 and BND$1 notes. I tried on these neon blue (or were they purple?) wedges and asked if I could take them. He said he wasn’t sure if they’re fake or not. I asked him what was he doing with all the designer bags and shoes in his room (blue bed sheets, blue painted walls, such a beautiful room, by the way) and he told me that he made fake handbags, shoes, etc, copying the ones he stole from people and dumped them in his room. When I asked him if I could take back my shoes, he allowed it and I frowned, wondering why he let me go so easily. I mean, you don’t just let go of a pair of Morrisons, you know? His answer was short with a smile, ‘because you’re charming‘. Then I woke up. Odd.

The next thing I know, I’m having another dream involving designer apparels on the very next night. This time, it involved a pair of gorgeous Jimmy Choo shoes that looked so oddly similar to LV’s gold leather sandals I saw recently in December VOGUE. Except the sole was quite creamy in colour. I think I had just bought them, they were in Jimmy choo paperbags and I carried them around, they weren’t in a box apparently. I think I wore a fairy skirt. I remember the hem swishing. Then I lost one of them, it fell out of my bag and these two goddamn bloody thieves stole it, a boy and a girl, Malay, as I quite well remember, very odd dream, no? And so I went on a frantic search for my missing Jimmy. Twas then I tracked down the sneaky bastards and found the girl talking to a man- Chinese- if I’m not quite wrong. I yelled at her and asked about my shoe, to which it was the man who answered, saying that he had sold it to a woman. Like hell, how can you possibly sell ONE shoe without it’s partner? How lunatic was my dream, no? I was so tired, I screamed out at him. Then I woke up.

Very odd indeed. The only similarity both my dreams had was the fact that I owned deisgner shoes and I lost them quite easily. What does that mean? I wonder what’ll tomorrow’s dream be like. Maybe a mad tea party with Shrek announcing that he’s taking over Chanel since Karl died when he tried making nuclear bombs emblazoned with the intersecting C’s.

I love the Morrison dream though. The place was darn beautiful and somehow, I heard someone say that it was Nottingham University. Very odd indeed. And I love the last line before I woke up, “because you’re charming“.

What you MUST do on Youtube.

Look for funny commercials. I swear. Really.

I want to try that out. Wonder if my friends are willing to co-operate. HAHA!