Archive for October, 2005

Wednesday, October 19th, 2005

COMPLETE (courtesy of elena)

A misconception of humans about love & relationship is
that having someone with us will make us complete. But
the fact is Love is extending one’s self to another.
It means that before we enter a relationship, we
should already be COMPLETE.

Otherwise, if we think that having someone will make
us complete, it’s not a relationship. It’s dependence
and it may not work out. When you are happy about
yourself and you learn to love yourself, you may
probably need not a partner (to a certain extent).

Right now, I’m trying to love myself more and to
accept completeness. What happens next will be another
story. But for some who may be losing hope, this
affirmation may help. COMPLETE.

Just because no one has been fortunate enough to
realize what a gold mine you are, doesn’t mean you
shine any less.

Just because no one has been smart enough to figure
us complete, it’s not a relationship. It’s dependence
and it may not work out. When you are happy about
yourself and you learn to love yourself, you may
probably need not a partner (to a certain extent).

Right now, I’m trying to love myself more and to
accept completeness. What happens next will be another
story. But for some who may be losing hope, this
affirmation may help. COMPLETE.

Just because no one has been fortunate enough to
realize what a gold mine you are, doesn’t mean you
shine any less.

Just because no one has been smart enough to figure
out that you can’t be topped, doesn’t stop you from
being the best.

Just because no one has come along to share your life,
doesn’t mean that isn’t coming.

Just because no one has come along to share your life,
doesn’t mean that day isn’t coming.

Just because no one has made this race worthwhile,
doesn’t give you permission to stop running.

Just because no one has realized how much of a
man/woman you are, doesn’t mean they can affect your
masculinity/femininity.

Just because no one has come to take the loneliness
away, doesn’t mean you have to settle for a lower
quality.

Just because no one has shown up who can love you on
your own level, doesn’t mean you have to sink to
theirs.

Just because God is still preparing your king/queendoesn’t mean that you’re not already queen/king.

Just because your situation doesn’t seem to be
progressing right now, doesn’t mean you need to change
a thing.

Keep shining.
Keep running.
Keep hoping.
Keep praying.
Keep being exactly what you are already

COMPLETE~~

FASHION SATISFAACTION

Tuesday, October 18th, 2005

 

thanks for reading

why ma so bitchy?

dunno wot got to me? i was havin a pretty good day, i mean went to a really cool art gallery w yoyoman and bitchy diva chao (finally), had really good jappy food which i threw up later cos i felt damn woozy cos of sake. they temaned me for shopping and i found a dman jeng missoni dress which they are buying for me! we had shopping therapy non stop. i bot new christian lacroix and janet&janet shoes, i bought a whole range of chanel lippies, fedora hat from boss, new bras, but still not satisfied. dunno why la. like sumth gone wrong lidat. feel really rotten. humph.

so how la then. my couture designs for gillian hung are comin along really well, they look awesome. she says they may be too risque for the conservative crowd but she reckons theyl be a hit if she posts them up in LA. and. pls la. dun la make the colour scheme so monochrome and so pale and the frames so bloddy skinny. very anorexic looking.

go figure.

but thats the whole point the whole appeal of skinny couture and how it has an elegant chic air to it,think Audrey Hepbrun and Sophia Loren, but shows hints of self destruction by it. disturbing yet really appealing. and edgy. w a whole lot of vintage thrown in. i like it.

chao thinks im crazy, setting the bar way over the fucking skyline and challenging hung like she were david. dun la lidat. kena sack then you know. zang toi wont take you in! and neither will hideaki lim. so be nice la wei. come out a little more commercial, and conservative. you have nuth to lose
si la wei. ive got everything to lose. fashion is all abt self expression, human psyche really. and its an art form in itself.
look at andy warhol, van gogh, mattisse?
ya, but theyre dead and long gone.

diva chao will you pls shut the fuck up?!! why la you always rebutt every sentence of mine ar? yea. true dat. therye long gone and deadvright?
like bob marley.
but their legacy of extraordinary life study, expression, in the form of exemplary work remains to remind us.

of wot?

Commercialism.
and why it is the death of anything new, fresh, eccentric, cutting edge and lively.
you understand ma point.
no one would go further than the LBD, tailored suits and god forbid; the knee length skirts. no one would challenge and tiltilate wot is pleasing and disturbing to the eye.

you dont get it do you.

tkae for e.g. covention at its digustingly explicit. look at dkny,tommy, armani and ck and guess. i really cannot stand them. even topshop and copy cats mango and zara stand a fighting chance cos theyre cheap.

wutthefuck.

you charge a siao tingtong amt on a thin piece of crepe white shirt shit and a baby tee that can be copied in camden for less then 10 pounds. joh. wheres the gist in that. its basically girly girls just wearing copyrighted grafitti on their breasts trying to make a statement that goes sumth like:

"white trash/ahlian/sarong party girl wants attention in all the wrong ways. come fuck me y’all, i want to prove the revolution that we call commercialism."
na bei .

then. on the other hand we have mainstream buggers such as tom ford, miu miu, chanel, that make it big cos they appeal to the majority of crowd and that i mean datins/taitais w lots of money. you see them in teh shops musing over the latest handbags, and shoes,

yet jsut down the road, they are chutting out imitations imported from chinaland for a fraction of the price. ma take? id rather go for the imitaion.

why ar you ask? gila kah? no actually. in this crazy world of computers and all…

sometimes, these bags come in labels that are spelt wrongly like guccie, brada, channel, and the hail king bong of it all: louis vitton spelt quite literally in that way. mahai.

you see. i find that all quite quirky, lame, and actually cute in the collecters spoofment kind of way.

the appeal?

quite obviously: gawdy, trashy, loud, but most importantly they have sumth over wot tommy ford and his gang of gangsteerrrrrsheepss@gucci dun have.

risk.

of wot? you ask.
risk of being risque, stylissimo gone wrong, risk of being unconventional and even awkward like these many bags are..but these road side stalls are all abt

this quite frankly real.vs.fake is like yin and yang.

they reinvent, reinforce and compliment each other as the seasons of summer, fall, winter and spring roll on like the red carpet. one wont survive without the other. for the fakers a death of tomford would mean nothing more to copy, for the guccian empire, that would mean the shortfall in appeal, desirability and popularity since so many ppl from young crowds, socialites, mamasans, taitais and even chavs and bengs/sengs/lians are sportin the newest brada/guuccy hat.

the thing abt commercialism is that they feed and thrive on wot is of the majority. wot is accepted. never wot is in the minority.

you see.

im all abt the minority where i can bring a whole new meaning to

"short" when it comes to skirts,
"plunging" when i comes to
neckline,
"skyscraper" when it comes to heels and
"beehive/afro-gone-wrong" when it comes to
hair.

you see? why go w the oh so, okgo perception of society?

when you want to cut a short skirt. make it a belt.

when you want long, make it dragg on the floor, like a vacumm cleaaner on teh red
when you want long, make it dragg on the floor, like a vacumm cleaaner on teh red carpet, but i can assure you it will be gettin more rave reviews than eva longoria going topless. i fuckinng assure you. it has to do w cut, colour and slits (sometimes).

and when you wanna make it plunging go all the way la mother fucker. why la stop. lower some more. you kno, queen of attention whoring jessie simpson herslef has this to say im sure.
fa hai.
i didnt work out for 6months straight to and do squats run like a bitch in the wind, and shun ding/dongs/twinkies like they were the devils wrath to don a robe that dont do nuth for ma curves.

ppl and celebs alike wanna see flesh, oh so risque cleavage, perfectly sculped pinns, hollow shouders, paper thin backs w the spinal cord poking through. celebs dont work out for nuth you know. look at oprah god forbid. she claims to live by the motto "love yourself" yet lately shes been dubed lollipop woman by the press having lost so much weight and finaaly doning that hot pink minskirt after decades of hiding.

you see wot i mean.

mean. yes i mean. when you go black you never go back. why? cos black is hotter than is balck magic. im not jsut talking abt the fabrix, but skin colour, culture, etc you cna mix match and go damn wrong w it, in all its hues, glory, affro madness, and bling bling that goes w it. but its all abt OTT. and thats how we like it girl.
kinda paradoxical i mean,
OTT and the most conventional colour are not on the same page. why cos media and society said so.
i say…to hell with them we got a balck party to attend

then you sakais wanna go blonde, go la.
go white/silver platinum that can shine till you blind the fucking paparazzi.
good role model, gwen stefani and donatella versace. they pull it off better than anyone.

how bout lippy? you wanna go red go fucking hell red. think. geisha. moulin rouge. if you want pale frosted youd better start rubbing foundation on those lips.

this is wut i mean.

OTT. but in the most a tasteful/pleasing to the eye way. still dun la get wut i mean?

fine. take a fucking good look at
viviene westwood,
john galliano,
jpg,
roberto cavalli,
ellie saab and
don/gianni versace.

they are the fucking reason couture exists.

heck they brought a whole new name to it.
theyre the fcking pinnacle of the rock and rollin fashion world.
they brought the bling into the accesories and aviators, teh jeng into the cocktail dresses, the graffiti and individuality of their bags.

man i persoanlly am i die hard fan of gallianos life work.

look at him.

hes all that culd have possily gone worng.
yet every bag, is sculptedd and crafted to perfection like an art piece on its own.

dun believe me.?.

who the fuck saw saddle bags before galliano invented them and made women ride high.

i own one ma slef and im sure as fuck proud to be togging it alongside the ahlians w their brada and channels.

these meisters, brought birth to a whole new revolution of muse/designers.artists.

while guccy and brada were close to packin up and reverting to supplying @ tescos,

names like alexandedr mcqueen, yohjiyamamoto, lamb, issey miyake, salinas, anya hindmarch/luluguiness were heading the market adn takin it over by storm.

man were they cutting edge.

who the hell decided that water colour paintings/mixed media/poster art be printed on a bag adn sold for a fortune?
big fat totes first came out
when slim purses and armpit grazing handys were flodding the market.
anya hindmarch herself. and did she do it so fucking right, it felt wrong to not be tugging one along w a doggie in it. mahai.

look at mcqueen and his stint in puma. he took the whole motherfucking concept and turned it upside down, jsut when it was filing for bankrptcy. look at puma now, celebs,rappers, socialites anybody are sporting those awesome shoes and jumpsuits. dont believe me?
check it out in gwen stefani’s fotoshoots, BEP’s new dont lie video on will.i.am. yup.
media dont lie.
and mcqueen is sure to be hailed king of sporty, stylish psychdelico pop.
i love it.

look at yohjis and miyakes taking over the world by storm in w jappy retro/vintage allure. its a ping pong match between east and west. go check on their inspiration into the biggest names in music industry, gwen stefani.

look at that woman and her fucking swakooo clothing line
that is l.a.m.b. what you waiting for go get a copy, and deck out in some yohji gear, youl be sure to get soem rave attention.

so wots next for these big names? i mean they were so conventionally uncoventional you almost expected it to be a success in all ways possible.

wots next? i expect to pay homage to these awesome figure heads by reinventing

missoni in all its glory,
giving manolo blahnik a run for his money literally, and
to bring
classic vintage,
retro,

disco pop,
blingbling

hollywood glamour,
life in monochrome,
back into the game
aviator style.

so watch me closely if you will. cos u sure as hell will get a shellin.

cos when st. martins chutes out another tom ford, il be joining him in a rage against the machine

that is commercialism. and il be damnedd good at it.

so all hail unconventionalism that is couture and all things eccentric/cutting edge.
we have no society to pls since all y’ll are brainwashed and lovin it.
but we have a point to prove. and damn right it will sound, very soon. take me up on it.

ppl in years to come will rememeber this not for the branding but the pivotal revolution it brought in the name of

fashion,
lifestyle and
image.

"who knoes in this crazy world of fashion and all"

ma fashion muse

Tuesday, October 18th, 2005

missoni in all its glory,
giving manolo blahnik
a run for his money literally, and
to bring
classic vintage,
retro,
disco pop,
blingbling

hollywood glamour,
life in monochrome,
back into the game
aviator style.

so watch me closely if you will. cos u sure as hell will get a shellin.

cos when st. martins chutes out another tom ford, il be joining him in a rage against the machine

that is commercialism. and il be damnedd good at it.

so all hail unconventionalism that is couture and all thingseccentric/cutting edge.
we have no society to pls since all y’ll are brainwashed and lovin it.
but we have a point to prove. and damn right it will sound, very soon. take me up on it.

ppl in years to come will rememeber this not for the branding but the pivotal revolution it brought in the name of

fashion,
lifestyle and
image.

"who knoes in this crazy world of fashion and all"

thanks for reading

displaced

Saturday, October 15th, 2005

wah.  its 5 o clock in the damn morning i cant sleep pulak.  melatonin dun work you know,
im smokin up the whole room and now im pretty sure that my lungs are blacker than davids skin. heheheh. kidding.
woah.

i feel damn damn damn displaced.

metaphorically speaking:
Its like someone put me here and said, " nah, your life, go go..go face it yourself all by yourself.  no one will talk to you and no one will tell you iif you are right or wrong.  but be careful dun fall into a hole and cannot crawl out.  cos no one will help you crawl out.  that would be called in lame-men terms, "a mistake"

oh and there are many Mahais/Assholes along the way. they spout crap and lead you astray.  they do things to convince you youre special.  but then wen u  kena Bang-Bang, dun cry !"

ok.  fine.  fair enough.  il just stop and stay where i am in my happy spot and dun la move.  until someone comes along and pushes me off.

but….. there wasnt a q&a and someone did eventually push me and i fell into a hole and am still trying to climb out. like the lady from the ring. 

There wasnt a francing Q&A like whyccome "ma damn legs dun fit ma body",
"why i look like im gonna fall over".
and why la, i always fall over into the same damn hole and meet the same damn Assholes over and over again.
then i think kena"lucky-strike" pulak.
ma hai.

in fact, i seemed so perpelexed over the harsh truth that i was never going to rid my body of the dumbblonded-ness i went on a calling spree.   called david.  i called sher.  i called dad.  i called em. i called tse yeng for advice. the best adice i got?

yoyoma & diva chao told me: dunt got "tap some bong", but take sum valium instead and  go "nap-nap".
work on ma portfolio shitfolio,
and stop lowering ma standards !

my reward, i get to dance around in mukluks when they buy me a new missoni dress. =] =] =] =] =] jeng jeng jeng

ive got nothing but some some spare change in ma pocks, enough to get me some ciggies.
seeing forth my money has been spent so damn wisely on shopping for cosmetics to save my sorry face and bed head hair products  to save my hair. but despite this mask that mask, this fuck, that ….my black roots are showing
and i cant get james blunt outta my head
i wanna just pack up, shave my head bald and go on a yoga trip to a beach far far far away w d. la merdien bora bora, tahiti to be exact.
i wanna tan and tan and tan till we be blacker than kelings.  i wanna just lie on the beach forever, sip malibu, like i do in club 17 or down pina colada’s till we throw up.  i wanna fall asleep heairng the waves and wke up hearing the same waves and watch mr d drown in those waves and laugh and laugh.  where ma joints on the beach. sigh. times like these call foor despo measures.  i wanna go skiny dipping and run around the beach in nothing but a poko pano/salinas bikini bottom and a fedora hat.

now the only kinda colours i see are smudged marks on the table, walls and keyboard of my computer.   yea.  ive been working at it all day and its comin on really nicely just htat…..i need a break and some sun sun sun.

and i miss Mr. d like a fat kid wants oreo cheesecake why arr? cos he smells "damn chun", we can drink moet&chandon and live on nothing but ding-dongs and twinkies.

most of all. yea. most of all…"his smile lasts forever". you know the kind. it brightens up ur day and lights your night.  the kind that makes you wanna mlt right into your pina colada drink or the kind that makes you feel beautiful.  and grab and and muah him nonstop.
ya well.
cannot.
im busy now.  and feeling damn displaced

yoyo reckons the reason im falling into teh same hole all the time is cos i dont love maself.

damn right ya’ll

bunny on the go

Tuesday, October 11th, 2005

had a really cool day today.  went for my kickboxing lessons again w mr.  mutu sami look alike.  nonetheless, he says i punch like a girl! wtf dude.  unless, my lady lumps appeal to you the same way mosquitoe bites do, i am a fucking girl.  geesh.  i did however work up a sweat when i imagined a particular male face on the punchbag and i kicked and kicked and kicked and shut mr mutu sami up.

good shit. grrrrr. i made my way to nearby mall to get some bed head stuff, more cosmetics from chanel and shu uemura, and chanel and more shoes and another man shirt from lacoste!!! yeaaaay.  im so happy.  hehehehe. 

came back went about my mahai-ing painting again and ended up smoking up almost a whole pack of ma ciggies, i was having such a bad headache i puked wot was left of my jappy sushi from yo sushi and went straight to bed.  was to sicko for dinner, and looked like a pale attempt of a wreck.  so i just lay in bed listening to james blunt convince me that i was the most beautiful mahai in e world.  heheheh.  then….

tze yen called me to break some really good news.  apparently, she pulled soem strings, put in a few good words, and sent over my portfolio to gillian hung the fashion designer. hung seemed pretty interested abt taking me in to work under her for a few months and help me convert my designs to wearable couture.  how fucking cool is dat?!  ahhahahah yeaaaaaaaaay. coolness.  plus i get paid and gillian hung is fucking lansi so it should be a good start init, then i can get to meet zang toi, jimmy choo, rizalman, mel. looi and more.  yeaaaaay, cant beleive its all turning out pretty well for me.  coolness.  must be my good luck charm.  sigh.  miss ya dude :]

hence my plan to upgrade is going on pretty ok. my hump my hump my hump my hump my hump..my lovely lady lumps!!!! ahahahha. erugh sorry.  bah.  back to work.  if only i knew better and had not gone out w him, tunrs out he was an utter waste of time and energy.  mahai.  go bah waste more time.  i got some serious shit to do before i come back to that. 

yeeeaaaay.

Thursday, October 6th, 2005

so.  ive almost completed the piece ive been workin on for 6 hours straight last night.  yesss!!!!  im morphing into some kind of nocturnal creature,  guzzling down red bull after red bull, and dragging on her ciggies one by one.

i havent really decided wot to name this piece actually.  its based on 4 really kick-ass shots of a small cafe in place de republique, paris.  different corners and angles of the cafe, courtesy of izzaldin.  really good lighting and photography. i cant wait to see the finished product.  its takin me fuckin ages to get the fuckin colour and perspective right.  joh!!.

apart from that ive been doin nuth but mugging im my fucking room and singing my marbles out to ben folds, sheila on 7 and jay chou.  ppl pls go out and get ben folds record it is so awesome or go download his  song " still fighting it".  really good shit. 

i have to start my yogo and kickboxing again to relieve the stress.  easy really, just imagine him to be the bean bag and il be bashing it sporadically enough to gain the much misses bruises on my knees and inner knuckles. 

met up w yoyo ma, after almost a year.  wow. he actually looks pretty good in abercrombie and fitch.  vintage shirts really rule.  talked abt his working life like it was some glammed up job which i knew wasnt.  long hours and pay that is always deferred. he loves it nonetheless.  i told him to say hi to chao which ffked us again!!! though chou has been checkin up on me by means of my blog. he told me to go get and polaroid.  start snappin’  and come up w some observational sketches for my portfolio.  hmmm. fair enough.   

so i guess its back to work.

i really cannot wait to get my cheque, and go crazy over the new anya hindmarch totes and lulu guiness bags.  wow.  oh oh.  and more shoes. i need some shoes.  sigh.  im such  bag whore.  not one u can take to bed though. 

"si la wei!" when will i be able to get my ass up to langkawi and tan the shit outta myself?   

aaaaaahhhhh.. so hai!!!!

Wednesday, October 5th, 2005

aaaaah.  someone pls pls pls buy me a nicotine patch.  now that im under unduly pressure to complete my fucking portfolio shitfolio for mr clive. wothisname?

aaah. stress betul!!! im subsisting on a daily diet of red bull and sampoernas that are givin me worse headachey’s than the hangover i had on my 19th bday.  ma hai lat.  really hai lat lor. 

not that bad dat.  im almost done on one portion of my impressionist paintings. so hopefully il be able to post the fucking thing online for him to assess.  bllueewwarp.  art hopfull?!  at least better than mugging for linear algebra init?  geeesh.  im waiting for that long awaited pre planned trip to langkawi for more more more sun. more beach more breeze and er. yea. well yea. ok. 

im completely i repeat my lovelies. completely. brain dead.  i mean i never knew rushing some art work was gonna drive me up the walls bouncing up and down and smokin like a frickin fa hai.  one pack down in 1.5 days. thats pretty bad for an amateur. wheres my fucking nic patch. i need one now.

im stress.ed  im paranoid that if i hunch over my work any fucking longer, my fucking breasts are gonna start sagging.  i wanna be all perk and pert.  i miss my babehs so fucking much.  i miss james and alan and david and khe yee!!! i want to cry.  but that would make my mascara drip and itchy-fy my eyes.  joh!!! teruk sial. 

ok. but apart from all this colour and graphite pieces that are making me colour blind and geddiky respectively. im so happy im finally doin sumth i love, and fucking anal and cocky abt.  ya sorry la shoot me lor.  its awesome i tell you ppl.  looking at that glass over a print doesnt look like that no more.  its awesome. 

so?  you are wondering wot happened to all the moaning abt guys.  wot happened to pingy?  joh! no time la.  no life already wanna have a healthy sex life. sorry la.  not anytime soon.  im laying of the ding dongs and ridic encounters and hahaha’s over too much alcohol.  gotta give all of that a break.

need to complete my cheri solo upgradin plan so that i never ever ever forever have to lower my standards ( kerana lonely ok dudes!)  like i did over easter and the whole of fucking summer.  simmer. no more.  haiah.  the guys are always there la.  and right now most of them are probably satisfying their carnal appetite and devouring girls faster than yaw can down that bottle of jd.  fine. go bah. london easy to do. run away and hide all summer and  balik kampung also can. like uve been doin all along.  get std dun la come and cry and sembahyang non-stop.  simisai dei. 

right.  i make a public apology for my vocab and my low par engrand!!

im really worked up over my work.  il shut up now.