let lemons be angry

A whirlwind week. It seems that I could have gotten lost in the stage lights and moet&chandon if i wasn't careful. Charm, aimei, jo, rachel and I have been going for the singapore fashion week shows, amazingly enough, and getting a feel of the whole socialite scene. The fashion itself almost takes second spot next to the glamour of each event. Like lessons being second to breaks, and a movie being second to the movie date, and men's clothes being second to jon jonsson who wears them. You get it. And i could have concentrated on the fashion if not for the continuous buzz from the gallery seats, known at sfw as "Bar Bazaar. Be bold. Be beautiful", the rugger/hockey table of the yuppie world, where celebrity faces mingle with the young and annoyingly rich. As with all life experiences, the thrill of the cocktails and delicate desserts and photographers and models and haute couture and big buyers and harper's bazaarites and tatlerites and party like an urbanite-s and designers and artyfarty types and news presenters and cleo bachelors... wore off. Lost its edge, bubbled out. I think what finally killed it was seeing that socialite at the Show I Didn't Go For In the End. It was JPG and Kenzo and someone else, and i couldn't miss it for anything, but when i saw her i didn't want to be there all that much after all. I'd seen her in the front row of every show i'd been to, a pretty face with too much rouge and eye-makeup, too familiar now for comfort. And i realised i didn't want to be seen at these shows as much as she was. And if we went to the same shows, it probably meant i already was. So the simpler side of me said goodnight for the year, and went to satisfy my cravings for family time and ice cream instead.

But i said the fashion almost took second place. I'm more inspired than ever to at least give fashion a try. O levels and A levels just aren't enough.

Tomorrow will be my second day at work for the one-woman-show. Already i'm thinking of how i can decorate my desk to make it more homely. What i didn't like about working at haagen dazs was how everyone looked the same. There wasn't much i could do to individualize the apron and hat combo, except mess up my hair and insist on the fringe below the cap. My corporate adaptability isn't high at all. So now i'll go to work with my cushion and my mug, and any pair of earrings i wish to wear. I was mighty pleased when Fysh, my nice ex-manager, told me how stephanie had quit because of Jeffrey (the horrible ex-manager). Apparently she told him straight, "You are a very bad manager," and walked out of the cafe. Standing ovation for the lady, please! I quit partly because of him too, but i thought it enough to quit without saying a word of goodbye to him. This beats me hands-down and i almost wish i'd stayed long enough to walk out with her.