You know you are stressing subconsciously when you have dreams of your mother smoking in a FLAPPER outfit while you’re going out to dinner with your professors to meet the Bachelor in Rome – where you meet your old boss and yell at her for running an illegal sweatshop.
OMG. I had the worst dream.. i kept waking up and sleeping on and off and on and off.. I haven’t had anything creative to say. I’m trying to finish my anotated bibliography on my research of Flappers during the 1920s. I’m totally inspired by that period this year.. wanting to cut my hair in a bob-like haircut. Looking for dropped waistbands, the shapeless form, the art of pochoir, the love of Barbier’s Orientalism in the Gazette du Bon Ton.
I wish i had money to buy fashion plates and stick them on my wall.. instead I have stacks and stacks of fashion magazine tearsheets. I attempted to contact MIFA Managing Director last night [morning in KL] for some guidance for my thesis – of the Malaysian fashion Industry. I wish I could fly down there, get all my facts and fly back!! But difficult lah, and no money somemore.
I go online on MSN briefly to update and my funny “ah-beng” like friend Jonathan will never fail to amuse me. He currently works for a media/advertising agency that represents brands like feminine pads, feminine hygiene, bras, etc… and i wouldn’t be surprised if he’s never seen a naked woman before [not incl porn] Anyways, he tells me about this new product that they have in KL about a pantyliner that can be worn twice. First wear, second peel the first layer and then wear again. I really found that gross. its like, wearing a towel, rinsing it out and wearing it again in ur underwear…. unless girls want to prove me wrong!! Secondly, he asked me about marriage and he always follows what his female boss says – she says 30 is the best time to get married.
He asked me when is the best time to get married?
I said, at the age of 26, most girls sorta start looking..
him: shit…. u really tensioning me….. i can’t imagine man…. me married in 4 years time but being me… i rather sacrifice for her happiness if she’s happy, then i’ll do it lor…i am willing to give in…. even though i dun have the urge yet
The dude was clearly freaking out. hahhaah that was funny.
Someone post a billion pics, I’m so bored but so busy. Can that really be possible? I have v-ball today. WOOT. I feel like a fat cow.
Here are some pics of me and the lovely miss Kristy.