Friday, March 12, 2010
Expensive=Style Meh?
God does indeed deliver when you need the most. I'm having a car to school today. Feel really grateful, esp as it is looking like rain.
I don't think I have the making of an academic. I can't think, I don't argue my case well and I find it really difficult to understand what authors are trying to put across sometimes. So what is my future? Anything other than civil service? That would be surrendering my life to the darkest side.
Sometimes I wonder why others my age are already living it up, having those things that me and my bro can only dream about. It is strange, too, how those who can actually afford them are the ones who lost/ never have the taste to pull the style off. I saw this tai-tai wearing an all-yellow ensemble (yellow silk shift dress and yellow Vivienne Westwood high heels with large heart at the toes) striding purposefully around CK Tangs. Never mind her bad taste, the salesgirl greeted her warmly while coolly ignoring poor ol' moi. Was it because of that Birkin bag she was carrying?? I also know someone my age who gets these invites to Lamborghini and Hermes parties, but look strangely like any of those S'porean lians even with those Chanel 2.55 bags and Ferragamo shoes. Which brings me to the point that expensive need not equal style. But anyway, I'm probably showing more of my inherent dissatisfaction with my life.
Perhaps I should go into some kind of entrepreneurship? Which I know nothing about. But I still hold fast to that promise God showed Mister and I. Speaking of him, it has been a few days no almost no contact, save a few emails and MSN conversation one lucky night. I realised how much we have both grown to care for and depend on one another for emotional support. The week feels lonely and slow to pass. It must be hard to be singles at this point in our lives. For us, I just wish that this difficult and horribly busy period will be over soon.
I keep thinking about my house, which renovation just started yesterday. The colour scheme and chandeliers may make it resemble the French opera house! At least, it made me think of The Phantom of the Opera musical set-up. I remember photographing the large chandelier with those red curtain backdrop. Let's pray it turns out beautiful and not over the top. I looking at this silver Arabian ship lamp that I'm hoping to incorporate into the house and hoping it will not look out of place in the French-inspired setting. Maybe my next house, if I ever buy any, will be Moroccan/ Persian/Arabian 1001 Nights themed! I'm so interested in the Jewels of the Mughal Empire exhibition at ACM, but have no time to visit it. We are also lucky for the donation of cutlery and kitchen utensils from our parents. I have this Wedgewood or something tea cup set that my folks never used! So happy. Now here's praying that we find good mattress and dining room set.
I don't think I have the making of an academic. I can't think, I don't argue my case well and I find it really difficult to understand what authors are trying to put across sometimes. So what is my future? Anything other than civil service? That would be surrendering my life to the darkest side.
Sometimes I wonder why others my age are already living it up, having those things that me and my bro can only dream about. It is strange, too, how those who can actually afford them are the ones who lost/ never have the taste to pull the style off. I saw this tai-tai wearing an all-yellow ensemble (yellow silk shift dress and yellow Vivienne Westwood high heels with large heart at the toes) striding purposefully around CK Tangs. Never mind her bad taste, the salesgirl greeted her warmly while coolly ignoring poor ol' moi. Was it because of that Birkin bag she was carrying?? I also know someone my age who gets these invites to Lamborghini and Hermes parties, but look strangely like any of those S'porean lians even with those Chanel 2.55 bags and Ferragamo shoes. Which brings me to the point that expensive need not equal style. But anyway, I'm probably showing more of my inherent dissatisfaction with my life.
Perhaps I should go into some kind of entrepreneurship? Which I know nothing about. But I still hold fast to that promise God showed Mister and I. Speaking of him, it has been a few days no almost no contact, save a few emails and MSN conversation one lucky night. I realised how much we have both grown to care for and depend on one another for emotional support. The week feels lonely and slow to pass. It must be hard to be singles at this point in our lives. For us, I just wish that this difficult and horribly busy period will be over soon.
I keep thinking about my house, which renovation just started yesterday. The colour scheme and chandeliers may make it resemble the French opera house! At least, it made me think of The Phantom of the Opera musical set-up. I remember photographing the large chandelier with those red curtain backdrop. Let's pray it turns out beautiful and not over the top. I looking at this silver Arabian ship lamp that I'm hoping to incorporate into the house and hoping it will not look out of place in the French-inspired setting. Maybe my next house, if I ever buy any, will be Moroccan/ Persian/Arabian 1001 Nights themed! I'm so interested in the Jewels of the Mughal Empire exhibition at ACM, but have no time to visit it. We are also lucky for the donation of cutlery and kitchen utensils from our parents. I have this Wedgewood or something tea cup set that my folks never used! So happy. Now here's praying that we find good mattress and dining room set.
Labels: Rambles, Random, Saya Affairs
// posted by Jenn @ 1:59 PM 
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