Oh my God.

I bought this cardigan around September/October. I had no idea it was going for 49 POUNDS in TopShop!

I paid only 30+ SGD for it! *spazzes*

I got it in black though the Topshop website only has Navy. The cheaper version has more colours to boot!

I feel strangely satisfied.

Broadcasting bitterness.

I’m fairly sure that its apparent that this blog is not a highly personal one.

The reasons I have for not making it personal is fairly simple. Firstly, a blog to me is a public medium and has always been one. I don’t know about the rest of you out there, but sometimes, I do stumble upon blogs of people whom I don’t know very well but may know in real life, and its a curious voyeuristic experience to read their innermost thoughts out in the open. So-and-so is pining. So-and-so likes cats. So on, so forth. It’s all fair game of course, since they are the ones who chose to write on their day or what they bought or how they like their eggs, but I don’t like it when I happen to talk to this person in real life and I know things I’m supposedly NOT supposed to know.

I have no doubt the web is a great way to communicate but I would rather rejoice, vent, curse only with those people I know well and I am close to. Why should I vent in a public space when I can very well meet those real-life friends for coffee or drinks? I think even MSN is a better place to talk and catch up rather than through a blog. I do have my own private paper journal (or had) when I was going through an emo phase, and I did write angsty rubbish and so on inside. But guess what? Unless I’m gonna publish a book of angsty stories, I’d rather it be private. (and yes Huda I do know how to write angsty stories )

Plus, I don’t want just ANY random person reading about how sad I am over this and that and that and this. Let’s just say I know the ex of this rather prominent online person, and I’ve read the things she’s written about said ex. In the context of a rather effed up break-up, perhaps such vitriolic content can be justified but it puts me ill at ease when I learn we are third-degree contacts (very distant ones )  with another bunch of people I know. She may be a very nice person for all I know but its just iffy to think of even talking to her (which I may, in future, as she is in my industry.)

Yes, I know there is a password protection function. But its rather ridiculous isn’t it? I mean, to go through the trouble of writing such putrid angst and then go to the trouble to tell people to read it and heres the password bla bla bla.

Perhaps I am being over cautious about not broadcasting my life, but I am a private person and have always been. Unless you know me well, you probably don’t even hear me talk about family,  love life, etc. etc.

There’s nothing wrong with broadcasting your pain online. Well, some people find it therapeutic, maybe, when scores of people comment out of worry but I would definitely feel ill at ease with such sudden attention.

High fashion on acid.

Does it make sense? No. Is it supposed to make sense? Hell no. I officially am in love with Gareth Pugh and there is nothing anyone can do about it!

He makes me feel all trippy. I actually kinda want to wear a box on my head and make an awesome balloon costume. But will I do that? No. I am stuck in a country where wearing anything other than the de rigeur is considered bad taste. Right, keep telling yourself that, and keep buying your clothes from the store of the season ™. Joking aside, its high fashion. Its not SUPPOSED to be wearable.

Anna Wintour says he’s a genius and I agree. Oh heres a joke for fun:The fashion world only listens to two Annas… Wintour and Rexia. Har har. Lame. Now I’m going to watch this. On repeat. Kthxbye. (P.S. Beyonce’s Sweet Dreams video was inspired by this.)

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MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY!

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What I wanna be for Halloween!

This is a genius tutorial! The mask is just so darn pretty. I think I may lack the makeup skills to do this though. Argggh. Nevermind. If all else fails I’m going as a CORPORATE SLUT ™. hehehe. That should be easy, I already have office wear.

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Like an apparition, you don’t seem real at all

…Like a premonition of curses on my soul.

..Break? What break? I forsee not having much (if any) sleep for the next few days.

Anyway, yesterday I attended IPRS Young PR Networking Night.

Was pretty interesting! Er, if I say so myself. Got a few name cards but didn’t network MUCH. Talked a little to one of the CNA reporters I’m more stuck on journalism  myself.

I say never say never though. The future is dim and murky, and money MAY just be a problem :/ (PR pays better in case you’re wondering whats thats all about.)

Talked with classmates till 1-2am (that’s a first!) at Starbucks after that. Was mostly random crap, but heck, these are the things that bind people together. Strings of friendship bound by random crap. Haha. (You see, this is why I can’t be emo. I always ruin sentimentality with absurd comments.)

Will we be the same one year from now?

We shall wait and see, and just bask in the glory of being young and irresponsible before taking a few more steps towards the straight and narrow path.

Also, need to train alcoholism. Networking=more jobs in this industry, and I get friendlier after a few drinks.

Cerita Hantu Yang Sangat Menyeramkan.

Sorry to non Malay speakers.

My cousin posted this up on Facebook and I found it pretty amusing. HAHA. It’s an essay by a primary school kid.

Read the comments of the cikgu HAHA so mean!

I LOVE SCHOOL.

I am not trying to be a contrarian because many people are going: OH I hate school so much work mountains rivers of it I’m gonna drown and die bla bla bla. (obviously this is exaggerated haha.)

But seriously,  if I had not studied what I wanted and went into something like “International Relations”  then I may not have:

1) Met insiders in the media industry

2) Learnt how to write properly as a journalist. (the narrative style has to stop trying to take over my work. To clarify, in the beginning I think I was a pretty mediocre person when it came to journalism modules. At least now I’m improving.)

3) Met nice teachers who didn’t look down on us private school students. (anddd its still amazing how some of them are professors and everything, yet your run of the mill NUS/NTU student can see it as his moral rights to turn his/her nose up at you. Class has much to do with behaviour and how you treat others and not how much you/ your PARENTS earn.)

4) Learnt to develop a work ethic. Long gone are my lazy arsed days of being an unmotivated student. If I want to get where I want to be, I have to show I’m serious about it, and I am.

Yes,yes, I know journalism/PR isn’t a specialized degree but I believe right now in school small as it may be, opportunities are present. If you are too busy being sulky and negative, I don’t think its gonna help you much so we all should take advantage of this  (relatively) free time we have as a student. I know the working world is probably tougher and a 100% more scary but we have to grit our teeth, and take it on. Only those on top set the rules, you may say. If you don’t try, you’ll never be on top and may not have the chance to make a change. </idealism>

There you go! Schools not that bad after all. Sure there is a flurry of assignments and such, but it really helps you to learn to be relevant and worse comes to worse, you learn how to do ACADEMIC writing -_- Anyway, this is what journalism is all about. Having not enough time to do anything but having to do it anyway

Of passion, pride and paychecks.

So guys, I’m pretty late on this on but I just caught the September Issue, which is supposedly a documentary on Anna Wintour. I found it to be less so and concentrated more on Vogue and the painstaking amount of work they had to do MONTHS in advance for their biggest issue in the year – The September Issue ™. Hence the title.

It’s a pretty short one, clocking only 90 minutes, so much of the footage has actually been cut out. Much has been said about the infamous Anna Wintour’s icy demeanour, but I feel that after I’ve watched it, I’ve come to understand her better. Not that this is a heart and soul confession sort of deal, most of the time, Anna IS business. And perhaps that is why she is known for being an ice queen. (remember Miranda Priestly? Well, she’s not half as beastly as Priestly but with her regal poise and unflappable demeanour, I half expected her to say the infamous line: That’s all.)That being said, the staff at Vogue are actually pretty sensibly dressed. I think they amp it up during Fashion Week, but most of their clothes at work spoke BUSINESS. So all the crap about running around wildly when the boss enters in their designer stilletos is just crap. Oh, and most of the time, the sample sized clothing stays on the model. Not that I doubt they get free stuff, they just seem too busy to try them on while at work.

Anna is the person who launched the career of Marc Jacobs and John Galliano. (my favourite.)

He does crazy stuff like this. A mermaid geisha! How do they get those fans to stick there??? Guess its a trade secret.

She was the one who predicted that celebrity covers would be a big thing. (something I’m not fond of, but it just shows she has the nose for business, cos GOD KNOWS you can’t turn anywhere without seeing a famous smile or a pair of famous boobs peeking at you from a glossy cover of a magazine.) On this phenomenon, I agree wholeheartedly with creative director Grace Coddington (who is the heart of Vogue and actually seems to be the star of the show) : I don’t care if I don’t see any more celebrities on the covers of magazines. There was a time that fashion was fashion and they kept these people out of it. But well, without celebrities, the industry wouldn’t be doing so well. (more on that some other time perhaps.)

On Grace Coddington: I felt I could relate to her the most. Anna’s demeanour serves her well when ruling with an iron fist, but it fails her in this sort of thing when people are expecting something to make her SEEM more relatable. Also, she has an amazing sense of style and artistic direction: She knows she wants to tell stories through her photographs, and every detail is planned to perfection to achieve that. I felt really bad for her when a GORGEOUS photoshoot of hers was pulled from the issue, but I suppose Anna was going for commercial with this issue. Although I disagreed with what she did, this is the harsh truth if you work in the media: The editor decides. That’s all. (sorry couldn’t resist!)

Grace is the brains behind many creative and gorgeous photoshoots. This was one of my favourites and I was really happy when they showed a picture of it. Such a talented lady, don’t you think?

Alice in Wonderland, Vogue December 2003

I guess the documentary speaks to me and Grace’s story speaks to me mostly because I think I’m like her – I love the whole aesthetic of high fashion even if I don’t have the luxury to indulge in it and I think I understand what its like to want to work for passion. If I’m not wrong, Vogue staff aren’t particularly highly paid (Wintour would be an exception, but it took her VERY long to get there.) And despite seeing the ugly truths and hard work prevalent in it all, I feel more inspired to become a good journalist now more than ever. (not in magazines though.) Am I weird? I think so.

Three Wishes

You want three wishes/Want to fly the heavens/Want to swim like fishes/and one you’re saving for a rainy day/If your lover ever takes their love away.

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