Today, i had the freedom to wake up at WHATEVER time i wanted… do you know how rare that is?!
To wake up when you want – without contemplation of work, a monkey on your back regarding something you have to do, rushing to get ready to see a friend you have to meet, worrying whether the person you’re waking up with wants to get up already, laundry to throw into the machine, chores you have to get done.
Today, i pulled a Kevin
And it FELT SO GOOD.
I buried my face into my pillow, its smell, why, smelling of me! and continued snoozing till well past noon.
Absolutely glorious.
Bliss.
Was in a 100% contented mood when i woke up (finally).
Threw my bedsheets into the washing machine, since it was so sunny and all.
Then when it was done, it started to storm.
-_-
Met up with AshleyTheMonkey + PassedOutBen and we did something like the old times: simply yam-chaed all afternoon.
Last night was fab. I got a call from an unknown number: “Hey, what’re you doing?!” – unknown person “… Working. At home. Who’s this?” “You don’t know who this is? So what you doing later?!”
Then i recognised the voice.
AlcoJason.
I TOTALLY forgot he was coming back yesterday!!!
Needless to say, i dropped EVERYTHING i had on my agenda and ran off to spend time with him.
I’ve been a prisoner of my own emotions. A double-edged sword. With extreme circumstances that line itself on either sharpened end. I hate the feeling, yet i drown in it with joy.
I can’t wait to go traveling in January again. The euphoria of being carefree and submerging myself in a world that doesn’t involve deadlines, coordinated fashion and social politics is… welcoming and a world in which i can see myself in.
Again. I should have been born in the 60s -_-
This is me being give-no-fuck on Mount Batur:
Because boiled eggs just taste so much better in higher altitude.
A short while back, i was invited to speak in Segi College regarding New Media.
One of the points i touched on during the forum was on why one should state ‘advertorial’ on a published piece that is paid for. Needless to say, you will most certainly find printed publications out there who do not comply to this. It will never be an issue that will be prevented completely because, hey, as long as the publishing company can afford to execute and print, the only factor it boils down to is ethics.
The same goes for bloggers, as it should.
It’s inevitable that blogs are fast becoming an advertising medium for clients, and some of the questions i’ve been asked constantly are “Do you have to put ‘advertorial’ there?” and “Why?”
No, i don’t *have* to. But why i do it is because i want my audience to discern the difference between a post i’m being paid to publish, and something i’m writing out of my own free time and will. As a result of the Journalism Values & Ethics in New Media Conference, a portion in their value of protocols is dedicated to commercial pressure – “The audience will be able to clearly distinguish between editorial content and advertising, including advertorials and other advertising models as they emerge.”
So it’s not so much the point that we, as bloggers, have to write it. I just think it’s something we should do because if you treasure your audience, as does your audience your word, then at the very least state if something’s there because you’re being paid for it. Do not mistake my words, for there are many advertorials whose brands i rave about because i memang adore them already, so that makes it easier.
… when before the week properly starts, i’m already listening to Michael’s Gray’s The Weekend.
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This one reminds me of ModestMira when we were dancing in Bar Blonde.
Was so busy during MIFA/Fashion Week that i didn’t blog so many things about it!
>.<
This was on the day Daniel Chong had his show, and it was fantastic.
We were blown away, ooh-ing and aah-ing with mouths agape in astonishment.
“Seriously,” i whispered to EnvyShah, as we admired an exquisite black evening gown, “You chuck the model into a bloody longkang with that dress for a shoot and it’ll still look fucking good!”
Someone else bounded up to me after the show, “Oh my God, it was so good! Farah Khan kalah okay!”
I laughed damn loud.
This here is JustinYap with some of his award-winning creations.
Ini pula Jimmy Lim, whom i adore cos he’s so genuine and sweet, unlike many don’t-know-if-they’re-fake queens in the fasion industry.
Upon questioning him about the masking tape on his mannequins, i expected some kickass reply with some creative concept or something behind it.
Padahal, “Oh, the mannequins were ugly!”
Biresh looked so dashing in a suit, i *had* to take a picture.
Darling IceCalvin aka Calvin Cheong was stylist for the show.
The show started at 6pm, by the time it ended i had just enough time to zip over to FoxyLisa + Lokey’s house for LilClaire’s full moon party.
Isn’t it quick? I swear i just blogged her wedding and pregnancy… then POOF! The woman pops just like that.
0_o
It was culture shock to run (in my heels) from an environment of strutting models, photographers, fashion designers and cocktails; to a house party filled with various couples accompanied by all their kids running around and playing with each other.
I think they got a culture shock from me as well, cos i so didn’t look part of the jigsaw what with my dramatic hair and eyelashes.
Some of the kids stared at me open-mouthed and i was just hoping they wouldn’t start bawling or something.
I tell you, one moment i’m talking fabrics and dresses, 30 minutes later i’m sitting in the bedroom with FoxyLisa breastfeeding her baby whilst i ask curious Qs about breastfeeding, with Lokey in the middle making sure i don’t look at Lisa’s tits. -_-
Lokey: Don’t look ar! Don’t look ar!
Me: For fuck’s sake, look for what! … Oops…
I. Must. Learn. To. Cease. Cursing. And. Be. Baby-SG Friendly.
I meant the former word -_- but i guess i just have to surrender and be banished to auntydom.
Staring at LilClaire in awe, bizarre thoughts ran through my head – OH LOOK. It’s a little Lisa. Like, this thing just CAME OUT of Lisa. How weird. So… Lisa and Loke Cheng made THIS. WOW. Oh my. Oh, she’s prettyyyyy! But then, Lisa is pretty, and Lokey’s not bad-looking, so of course Claire’d be pretty… Hmm she’s still sleeping. I wonder how much they sleep? Wah, look at her arms, so cute! I wanna bite! Hmm. She’s still sleeping. Okay la. I cukup tengok already.
MummyFoxyLisa who had an easy birth considering it’s her first child (she *is* your first child right? Right? Right? Haha i’m kidding Lokey >.<)
On the day she was giving birth, she smsed me around 3pm saying she’s on the way to the hospital.
At 7pm, she smsed me along the lines of ‘yay! Claire’s out! La la la!’
Woman made it sound like she went to the dentist, not labour.
0_o
Lil’Claire finally woke up!
I see mischief in her eyes. I like.
I have quite a nice little heap of work, writing and blogging to catch up with.
To ensure completion, i’m staying at home tonight.
Yay for Tuesday being a public holiday!
Daddy’s putting up new shelves for my ever growing collection of shoes as i type.
“What’s with women and shoes? Why do women need so many shoes??” he stalked back into the storeroom.
“Hey… if you see properly, i don’t have any type that’s the same!!” i called to his retreating back.
I must sort out all my clothes tomorrow.
Daddy comes up with the best quips, i swear –
“You know what, your room is like KL. It has a 5-year plan.”
“Hey! *indignant* I already cleared out all my junk! It’s just the clothes left to sort out!”
Anyway, i’m either going to sell all the clothes that i’ve worn a few times to events, at the next Lap Sap Junk Sale OR i’ll plan a fashion swap sale for girlies
TOMORROW is an important day, as AlcoJason – beloved childhood friend, public-claimed male version of me, and partner in party activity crime – will be back in KL tomorrow! I blogged about him leaving the last time, and at a drunk moment, also chucked him into one of my blurry posts.
The part that was about him was this:
“Inseparable is waiting all year to see that person
And for that one week they return each year,
Spending every single day with them in ecstacy“
Watch the video, watch the video! ZedeckSiew gave me the link to it, for which i appreciate.
I’m unsure whether i was being emo or what, but everyone knows how i love nature and i teared in the middle. Things like this make me crave to travel all the more… cos there’s still so much i have yet to see/taste/smell/drown/bask in.
