Define "Free Flow"

Event organizers really should print out fine lines to accompany the words "Free Flow" where it is stated in their invitation cards.

What do they mean by free flow?

Is it:

1) Drink all the drinks available for free and leave the club only when they are closing with puke stains and one shoe on your head

2) Drink as many as possible the available drinks for free till 12pm and fork out your own cash for the next 20 vodkas

3) Drink one bottle shared by 20 friends, requesting for another bottle from the waiter, to be ignored a couple of times and only to be told that there is no more bottles and no more other drinks, not even non-alco when you are sweating and dying of thirst in a stuffy room, almost famished because there isnt enough hor d'ourves to be passed around thanks to a badly planned event

I really think they should be more precise with what they mean by "Free Flow" really.

Yesterday's event was a non-happs, other than just plain old good company and catching up with the '3 As'. Yes, I have many friends with names starting from A. They were all out of drinks by 10pm (free flow ones that is), which was made worst by lousy unattentive service from the restaurant's waiters. Lucky for us the MD of the publishing company responsible for the event yesterday bought us another bottle, after a earful of our very polite complains.

The free flow vodka was sponsored by a liquour company which I should not mention for yesterday's event. A quick glance around the VIP room where we all sat, majority wasn't having as much fun (drinking) compared to this whole bunch who seem to be the ones drinking the bulk of the sponsored alco. They had almost 4-5 bottles, with extra cocktails to be shared by a table, where the rest of us sat there nursing our glasses and an empty bottle. Talk about benefitting from sponsorships man.

(No pictures because the ones 'A #3' took of us, i looked damn fugly ok)

Anyway, I saw a Agyness Deyn lookalike yesterday. She was damn hot. Potentially a model with her pixie blonde hair and very stylish 80s influence get up. Both me and 'A #1' went gaga over her, especially her hairstyle.

Fierce y'all.

Man, I love this chick.

Touch my body

Not literally of course. Blame my lack of creativeness to come up with a witty and relevant header so I just wrote whatever that came into my head. Am listening to Mariah's latest single, and I absolutely love it. (Check out the MV too. Typical Mariah but definetely entertaining).

Sorry for the lack of updates. Just got back (which is almost 4 days ago) from a country with too many motorcycles, which is a complete nightmare for a motorcyclephobe person like me, a disease I believe I contracted from being robbed (and scared chicken shit silly) in daylight by a muthafarker on a motorbike from behind. I swear I still shudder and freeze, while grabbing my bag/purse tightly like my life is hang on it, whenever I hear the sound of a motor revving up from behind me.

In that 3 days of being in the little city but over populated by annoying bikes and lack of proper road system, I have forgotten how to cross the road. The lessons taught by my mother and through the many obligatory road safety gov campaigns, you know the one where you go "- look right, look left, make sure coast is clear, and cross -" doesnt seem to apply there. I repeat IT DOESNT APPLY. It is almost impossible to cross the roads there with the continuous surge of traffic (regardless the traffic light turned green for walkers and there is a bloody zebra crossing on the road). Their only and only workable way of crossing the streets there is there is none.



If Nike has Just Do It, the Viet has "JUST CROSS"

yep, the right way of crossing the road is just to walk on.

No need to wait for traffic to stop, because the swerving motorcycle travelling at 60km/hr who looks like it is heading towards you and may just knock the intestines out of you, will eventually by the grace of God swerve around you, missed you and the next car/van/bus/motorbike, by an inch or two and go on without stopping or looking back, making you wanna just fall on your knees and kiss the ground, safe ground, because you're still in one piece on the other side of the road.

May I just reinstate that this technique only works in Vietnam. Please do not copy it over here or any other country that has a decent traffic system.

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It's almost time to shut down and patter off.

Have an event to attend later thanks to A who got us VIP passes.

Belvedere, wait for me!

Ta.

It's spring.

I don't think this country is always summery anymore, it's sometimes autumn with very strong wind and hurricanes, and it's spring sometimes, when it stops pouring, the sun is out but you can still smell the rain which just left.

This season, spring clothes are all about the blooming florals. Lots of flower pattern, think mid spring 1950s, rather than the floral power of the 1970s.

Am loving that the feminine essence of floral dresses paired by masculine jackets. Afterall life is about the yin and the yang isn't it?


I was so inspired by Agathe from stylebytes of her spring look


So I created mine as well.

Black jacket+floral tunic worn as a dress+brown weaved belt+black tights+MaryJane pumps

Yellow Canary

Sorry for the emotional rants yesterday.

Am feeling better after a good workout in gym followed by a steam bath yesterday, (yes, exercise does release happy hormones to the body!) so today is looking way brighter. Decided to add to that by wearing a bright yellow jacket (it's actually quite mustard yellow in looking real life) to well, make things a little more bearable.

Still wishing I'm in the island down under, only so I can wear long trenchcoats, boots and scarves in the 4 seasons weather there.

Mustard cropped jacket+black tank+striped pants+link necklace


Love the button details on this cropped jacket.

TOTO

I went to a concert last night. A real one. My first, thanks to L who got us free tickets.

It was Toto, God forgive me, I have no idea who they were except that they were the ones who sang Africa (for those who are as clueless and who have no appreciation for 80s music, it’s the song that Jojo adapted her latest song from), but I went anyway because L invited me and I know I will have a good time with her even if it was a boring rock band full of pot bellied middle age men jamming their guitars and bass.

Well actually I did enjoyed myself, not after a few Marlboros and Carlsberg though. But of course the company and seeing Gandalf playing bass in all his white beard glory was part of the reason too.

I met L’s ex current partner that night too. I am not sure how weird it is to go to a concert with your ex and her new partner, but L sure did a great job composing herself. I guess she is over her, and that chapter really did closed. I dunno if I can handle the same to see H with his new partner all in the same event, side by side. I dunno if I can stand the sight of him giving her shoulder massages while I stand there; example speaking.

But seeing how strong L was that night, it made me proud, and that made me put my arms around her, as if to protect her and to let her know I am proud of her. She didn’t know of course. But I hope if that ever happens to me, I hope she is with me, with her arms around me too, to tell me that it is aye-okay.

If you’re reading this L, I love you. Always have and always will my dearest soul mate of a pest. I am so lucky to have you with me all these years.

Can't wait to jam in DMC with you.

All choked up

I've been in and out of a flurry of emotions this pass few weeks. I'm so tired.

I'm riding on a emotional roller coaster, feeling feelings that I have not felt in a long time, revisiting past memories and sensations that I forgotten I have ever felt. Opening cans of worms, and letting what I thought once was history to come back to haunt me. My childish fears have gotten the best of me again.

I have been thinking a lot lately about the little island down below. Where hobbits run free and snowcap mountains greet you like a picture out of a postcard. I have been thinking about my care free life there, the air, the beautiful colours, my freedom, friends I have made that became my family in a country that I was so foreign to, and people who have once stolen my heart. People who still very much, have a place in my heart.

I miss them all, this little country who has so much of memories and freedom that I still longed in my heart. As I sat on my bed on that Saturday, listening to Bic Runga, I know I want so much to leave every baggage I have here and go there.

A runaway.

An escape.

Or maybe a home coming.

Seeing him again, his cheeky smile and him telling me random stories of stand up comedians who sing, our incessant conversation over sushi and a walk in the big furniture place brought back lots of fond memories; memories of us sitting in my little hub in 1102, where nights were spent arguing and joking over, well, nothing at all. Images of him sitting at my desk pondering away on my laptop while the sound of him tapping away on the keyboard lulls me to sleep, knowing that I will wake up to him still asleep, while I go off to uni – came back to me. And I felt a big longing in my heart. I missed him. I really did.

All these memories make me wonder what will happen if he were to say yes. Would we be where we are now? Will things between us change? Will it be better than where we are now? I know for sure, it wouldn’t be for him, for he already has the best. Makes me a little jealous to know that, but yet I couldn’t decide who is luckier, him or her?

I guess no one really knows these things.

I wish I could turn back time, but even if I could would anything change?

I’m reopening chapters in my life that I thought I have closed.

Peeling the scabs off old wounds.

Maybe I am in a state of transition, a moment in my life where I am in a place before I make life choices and decisions, that one step that can change the paths that I am now walking. My heart is burdened I need a break through. I know I need to seek balance and peace, for now I am swaying.

I woke up with a worship song in my head. Seldom does that happen, but when it does, it is God's own little way to tell me that He is in me, that He never left. Though I cannot remember what sing it was, but it gave me a little peace that I so need now.

I feel so lost.

Amethyst

I naturally have very light eyes, so I wanted to try coloured contacts for a change of colour, since it's the only other thing that I can do to enhance my very oriental eyes.

I opted for Freshlook Colour Blends in Green and Amethyst.

The latter was kinda scary when I first was introduced by the sales person. The last thing I wanted to look like was a cast member from the Adams Family, or worst, Pontianak Harum Sundal Malam.


This was taken on a high flash, therefore you can see it more clearly, but in real life, the colours were very natural, almost like my own eye colour (keep in mind that I have very light brown eyes, so different effects may be achieved if you have darker eyes). So natural in fact no one has asked me if I have coloured contacts on, even my mom!

But after trying it on, it was very subtle, a selling point of Freshlook. I've tried Freshkon Coloured contacts before the colour was way more vivid, but more OTT especially if you're Asian and trying to pull off green, blue or turquoise. The amethyst is supposedly a best selling colour. I wanted to get the grey ones, but she reassured me that this was almost similar if not more vivid than grey.

I think coloured contacts are much better (with a good choice of complimentary colours for your skin tone and hair) in enhancing one's eyes, especially Asian who are born with smaller ones. I definitely will choose these over the scary looking black contacts that are making waves in Japan and Korea which supposedly make your iris bigger, hence, the bigger eyes.

But really, steer clear of the bleached blonde hair and blue eyes (contacts) if you're Asian. There is nothing worse than a Barbie wannabe from Jinjang.

They don't call it therapy for nothing

When I am feeling down, and I have been this few weeks, I go shopping.

I know, it's bad for my pocket but soooo good for my soul.

I have to keep my purse strings tight though after this as I'm vowing to be shopping celibate until next month where I indulge in nothing but pure sinful everything with my two besties to share the karma.

I'm beginning to think that this celibacy thingy aint gonna work after all as a little birdie flew in and told me that some where in the steel river there is a mad mad warehouse sale.

God bless me.

x-x-x



80's inspired retro dress by Topshop which I got at a bargain for RM59


Fish scale pumps which was also on discount

Blue

Blue is the most versatile colour. It looks good on all skin tones, and it happens to be spring's hottest colours, alongside green and yellow.

I saw this on VintageHunters, and fell in love instantly with this.

I love the colour, the cut, the fitting and the little waisted belt.

And the fact that it is vintage, makes it even more desirable.





I do not however like that it's in Poland, and would probably cost a bomb to arrive here plus the actual not so nice on the pocket price tag.

Anyone seen a dress like this here?

Sunday Best

Because of the nature of my job and current state of environment in the office *cough*, I usually am quite lazy to dress up on normal working days.

I leave my slightly happy, kinda flirty get ups and dresses on weekends, usually to church services. The place of worship has become my happy trippy fashion parade, much to the elders and pastors' raised brows.





Red & white polka dot dress
Black patent belt
Diva round silver pendant
Vintage grandma bag, partly hidden, on my bed
Lots of camwhore