Sunday, May 27, 2007

find me one!


fuck at 12:06 PM

0comments

behind the scene

the sale was supposedly by-invite only, but the local free paper advertised a day earlier and possibly hundred women turned up for their biggest fashion splurge – on cult denims, frocks, lace and ruffles. rows of designer wears occupied the entire hall space and the makeshift changing rooms were behind the curtained stage. having to weave through the narrow corridors of Saigon’s Ben Thanh Market was not as bad as threading the marked territorial aisles of crazed fashionistas. better grab that size 8 sass & bide stove pipes before someone gets it.

the changing room was the major spectacle. c’est magnifique! an orgy of semi-naked women at the mass changing room – a sight most men would die for if only it was the backstage of victoria secret’s runway. i was expecting a cubicle for myself, but the brutal confrontation with cellulite, granny panties, stretch marks and muffin tops galore, i would be just thankful for wearing a half decent cks. contrary to the war-torn zone outside, the changing room was much congenial, albeit with strewn clothes all over the floor, sweaty women, messy hair with half buttoned shirts; completely different from those white collared couture worshipers outside.

in situations like this, with two centered narrow standing mirrors, or rather the lack thereof, 1. must rely on your ability to visualise, 2. ask for a stranger’s comment and alternatively, 3. bring a friend, if she is a true friend, appreciate the reflection of her stark honest opinion – “chuck those jeans, your thighs look fat” otherwise 4. strut along half naked, gather the number of positive and negative vibes from strangers’ stares. a woman did. flashed her breasts at me to get my reaction and she got it, five seconds to say the least.

Labels: ,

fuck at 11:27 AM

0comments

Monday, May 21, 2007

cold

winter just kicked in like an addiction.

fuck at 7:04 PM

1comments

Saturday, May 19, 2007

BJ

i started work today and i had a bridget jones day!

oh my god! oh my god! it was EVERYTHING a bridget jones day would be. ask me about it i am as embarrassed as humong unfilled bras and gran-knickers to summarize it here. dirty laundry!

it was a lovely lovely lovely day, but it was a bridget jones day nonetheless!

GASP!

timtams at 1:37 AM

2comments

Friday, May 11, 2007

men talk too much

O, spare me your saccharine saps.

the males have been emptying bullshit on me, on us probably, after chia complained of her male advice giving day. the newly found and long-lost male - i wouldn’t say harass, constantly assumes i’m his friendly listening ear.

yes, i know of your elite background, your elite friends, those elite ivys.

it was the usual nostalgic catching up after those pubescent years of tuition classes.
then it became a detailed narration of his after years achievement, the internships, the cvs, the more than usual dosage.
when the conversation turned into somewhat of a bland, formulaic platitude, he began sharing unadventurous neighbouring adventures with his regular ya-yas- people i don’t know, probably won’t know, have no interest in knowing and don’t care at all. so what if she acts cute and has fetishes of being a dominatrix, she could be a fat-assed wolf in a sheep’s skin and i still won’t care. i have no use for those irrelevant information i'm already know too well myself (he wasn't particularly impressed). the whole time of the conversation had me wanting to yank his thoughts of “analyzing her behaviour” and help spreading love/ match-make a lovelorn man. he knows they can be a diabolical combination, so why the philanthropy?


fuck at 11:41 PM

1comments

i've got mail!

my mail arrived from the states but the stamps weren’t stamped.

suncan finally overcame his “inertia”.

oh i miss that guy!

fuck at 9:53 PM

0comments