Alone November 26, 2008
I went out alone to Pyramid today. I personally did not want the boyfriend along ’cause I was gonna buy his gift, so yeah. Plus, none of my friends were free. :(
I actually looked forward to going out myself last week, ’cause my dad was on leave and it felt too cramped in the house and I needed a breath of fresh air (literally. the paint fumes were killing me).
So uhm. Going out alone is okay. At least you get to decide yourself where you wanna go, and you can go into any shops without people judging you. For the record, I went inside a few shops I’ve been wanting to go in, but not in front of people. Like, lala shops. Wanted to check it out, see how the clothes are like…not that I’m turning into one! I did find the long vest I was looking for retailing for RM29.90 at one of the shops in Asian Avenue so DEARRRR LET’S GO THERE NEXT WEEK xP
Also, I found out that the gladiator heels I saw and fell in love with is sold in Forever 21 but damn it sucked that I only found out when I got home. Hopefully it’s not too expensive and hopefully it’s available!
I wanted to buy this facial product B.liv by Cellniq that can remove your blackheads and stuff, but it costs RM139 for only 30ml so yeah I ended up not buying that, but a similar product by Pure & Mild for only RM14.30 can you see the difference?
Having lunch posed a problem though. Since I had sushi cravings since yesterday, I went to Sushi King today. No, no Sakae Sushi for me ’cause they have such little range of sushi and I don’t wanna go to Sushi Groove ’cause it sounds expensive. I even brought along a book with me in case I got lonely while eating, but I ended up not reading it. Sushi King was filled with people, so eating alone was quite a challenge. I guess I managed to keep up by eavesdropping on the two Malay girls sitting beside me. For the record, I could not understand much. Not that my BM deteriorated, it’s just that their slang and use of jargons are way too much. Y’know, like ko tau tak, smalam dia fon aku, awek dia pantat la! cam pondan aje. You get my drift. It’s kind of akward eating alone when most other people are at least in a pair. It’s like eating in the school cafeteria alone, and everybody is sort of feeling sorry for the person eating alone.
I have this problem about being alone. I get kind of scared, and also feel like everybody’s watching me. Watching me and thinking like, oh, she’s all alone. How terrible. I feel so sorry for her. She probably has no friends. Yeah I’m paranoid. But I guess I have to face it. The funny thing is, most of the time I am alone. I should be used to it. But I’m not. I don’t mind being alone alone, like there is nobody surrounding me. I am the sole person in a place. Or a room, or a building. If there are a lot of people around, I tend to get a little paranoid.
Here’s another weird thing. I’m afraid of being in no company in places that I am familiar with. I don’t mind being alone in a place I’m not so familiar to. In fact, the feeling is kind of content. Like sometimes I walk from the bus station to the LRT station, I’m not really familiar there. If I know where I’m going, I like being alone. In familiar places…like Pyramid, the school, and so on, I’m terrified of being in no company. Probably it’s the ego problem, like I see someone I’m acquainted with and they see me alone and think, doesn’t she have any friends? Why is she always alone? I do have friends. I just don’t need to stick with them all the time.
On another note, I need a new pair of jeans. The jeans I recently bought is kind of low, and keeps slipping down. Or maybe I need to lose more ass flab.
thinking November 21, 2008
My father used to have this big ass radio. It could also play casettes. We’ve had it for as long as I could remember. When we moved to this current house, my father allowed me to have the radio in my room, since he didn’t use it. I used to listen to the radio till I fell asleep. The radio had a sleep mode, so I could set it to sleep after like, an hour or so. Back then it was my early secondary school days. I used to listen to Hitz.fm.
The radio’s gone. My father donated it off while I was at Kampar, so I wasn’t there to stop him from doing so. I was so used to falling asleep to music, so I listened to my mp3 player. But nowadays I don’t listen to Hitz.fm no more. Hitz.fm started remixing almost every single song, turning it into some trance/techno kind of clubbing music. Technically, it sucked. So I started listening to Fly fm, which plays the same kind of music Hitz.fm used to play.
Essentially, I didn’t change. I still liked the same kind of music. Sometimes other things or people change, but you don’t. But you still have to move on. It’s not your fault, and not the other party’s fault. It’s just…things change. So you gotta find something else that suits you.
It’s cincher not clincher!! November 13, 2008
Four posts in a day for that blog. I am so pooped. As of now I am still looking at different online boutiques for updates! I even have another entry planned in my mind even though the current entry I am working on isn’t done yet. Haha.
Usually I won’t do so many posts in one day, but my no.1 competitor is up and running and I don’t wanna lose out. :( There’s like this imaginary race where the reviewers gear up and race to see who can post the latest (and I mean really latest) clothing that just popped up. In a way it’s sort of like the real journalist’s world, the reporters have to get their scoop quickly, publish ‘em quickly, and whoever gets the news first wins.
I have received quite a few emails from owners of these blog shops giving me their address and asking for a review. I always tell them I will pay their shops a visit, but no promises about getting a review. Some of the shops…the newbies, have really nice clothes. Some are totally not to my taste, so I don’t review them. Then later, I see my no.1 competitor writing a review about them, when the item being reviewed is very obviously not nice! But again, perhaps it’s just my opinion. For example, I am not a fan of gladiator flats, and a shiny silver one is definitely not in my list, so I don’t review it. Note that particular blog owner asked me to visit their site. Then ASD reviews that particular item and I feel like, should I just write a review so as to not lose out?
Anyway I did not write a review about it. Why fake that I like something when in fact I loathe it? I do admit I do not clamour over all the things I review about, but at least I don’t hate them. So I will try and stay true to myself!!
Another issue is that a few people suggested I should not put up my personal email, that I should create another email for this purpose. I have thought of it, but if I created another email, I would not check it very often. I’m lazy that way, hehe. Perhaps I will. Okay okay fine I will.
On another note! I find it so irritating that so many blogshops are calling these clinchers:
They are not clinchers!! They are called CINCHERS, do use Google once in awhile to check what it means. :(
| Noun | 1. | clincher – an argument that is conclusive |
| 2. | clincher – a point or fact or remark that settles something conclusively
causal factor, determinant, determining factor, determinative, determiner – a determining or causal element or factor; “education is an important determinant of one’s outlook on life”
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| 3. | clincher – a tool used to clinch nails or bolts or rivets |
Taken from TheFreeDictionary.com
A waist cincher (sometimes referred to as a Waspie) is a belt worn around the waist to make the wearer’s waist physically smaller, or to create the illusion of being smaller.
Taken from Wikipedia.
I still do use Google, in fact, I use it very often now to find out the difference between plaids, checks, and gingham and jumpsuit, romper, and playsuit!
And guess what I found out? Many of us has been using checks to define this pattern:
Actually it’s called gingham.
This is checks. And it’s also called plaids.
I also realized that jumpsuits, playsuits and rompers are the same thing. Hah.
See, it pays to do research. *smug*
(Yeah yeah I know I sound like I’m a fuggin’ expert in this field already.)
Gimme a few days to work on a fashion blog and I’m spurting out jargons like vintage, boat necked, plaids, rompers, etc.
And I am loving it!
Doing what I love November 11, 2008
I’ve opened the new blog for only six days, but in six days I’ve written 16 posts. I know! I don’t even blog that much for my own personal blog. But then again, I’m sure people would prefer reading about clothes than my boring rants.
For those who are interested, here:
Do visit and give some support! ^^
On another note, I wonder if I can continue looking through these online boutiques as feverishly when the new semester starts. Maybe I’ll have to limit it to one entry per day. Competition is tough; I’m vying to be in the same rank as A Shopaholic’s Den!! Even though that’s going to be hard, I’m not going to stop trying.
Since I’m in a good mood, I’m going to talk about Blair Waldorf. Yes, the B from Gossip Girl, but not from the series. The one in the novel.
But what’s so different about them, I hear you ask. Ah, they’re quite different! Only those who read the GG series as obssessively as I do will be able to tell the difference.
Essentially, Blair in the novel has small blue eyes, long straight brown hair, a foxlike face, and boobs the size of 34B. But then, later in the novel she cuts her hair short like Audrey Hepburn. Her idol is none other than – you guessed it – Audrey Hepburn. She models her everyday life to the likes of Audrey Hepburn, to the point that it gets a little creepy. Her favourite movies are the classics; Breakfast at Tiffany’s, My Fair Lady, and so on. Speaking of which, I really wanna watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
What I love about Blair’s attitude is not just her bitchiness. It’s how she doesn’t give up trying and is always working hard, because she knows that she can get everything and anything she wants, as long as she tried hard enough. Therefore, she never stops trying. I really admire that.
In the tv series, Blair has great fashion sense, thanks to her mum who’s a fashion designer. That’s is quite degrading, as in the novel, Blair’s great fashion sense comes from herself (and her parent’s money). Blair is a trendsetter and keeps in touch with the latest fashion but she chooses only what looks good on her. Her mother’s fashion sense, on the other hand, deteriorated after giving birth to baby Yale. The mother with the classiest fashion sense (in the novel) is Serena’s mother.
Although I can never be as rich or as pretty as Blair (she is after all, a fictional character), I do truly want to be like her! But of course I could never master her bitchiness. That is first class.
On a Blair-unrelated note, I always thought that Nate and Chuck’s fathers in the tv series should be swapped. Nate’s father is uptight, strict, and a former military man. Chuck’s father suits the bill more.
On another unrelated note!! I just received my first hate mail regarding my other blog!! I am so excited!! But before I show you what was written in the email, here’s a snippet of what sparked this hate mail:
This shirt is great for presentations, or the working men. Ah, but it’s not your average button up shirt. If you look closely, there are three buttons grouped together! It also comes with a sash for you to tie around your collar like a bow-tie style, and it also comes with a detachable hoodie. Thank God for the detachable sash, ’cause that thing is a little gay.
So yeah, that’s what I wrote. Let me just explain that I used “gay” as an expression of…uhm. I don’t know, I didn’t mean to discriminate gay people. It’s just an expression! Anyway, here’s the email:
Hey there,
Thanks for taking the time to review our item, but I must honestly say
I’m quite offended by the “gay” remark. It’s rude, unprofessional and
politically incorrect.However, I’m not going to tell you how to run your own blog, so just
do your thing. I just hope you understand why we won’t be responding
positively to your site.Cheers,
Josh for Lacquer & Lace
That’s what surprised me in the mail. Well actually, not that much of a surprise. When I saw the email, somehow it had this ominous feel. The title wasn’t much, it just said, “Your Review”. True enough, the email bore no good news.
Wanna see what I reply? I was so professional! I wanted to be all sarcastic like May Zhee and Xia Xue but then again I’m not that kind of person, right? (Riiight…I can be the most sardonic person I know) But then again, I’m not super-professional-bloggers like them, so I can’t be sarcastic. Yet. Maybe when I get enough hate mail that’s totally stupid I’ll do so.
Here’s my reply!
Dear Josh,
Thanks for your comment. I understood when I said that the shirt is a little gay it might create some tension about me being homophobic, but I assure you I did not mean to discriminate homosexuals. I have a few good friends who are homosexuals as well. I thank you for understanding that you do not intend to tell me how to write and run my blog, but I have added a disclaimer saying that whatever I review and say are purely my personal views and I did not create this blog as a professional outlet to review clothes and accessories.
I am sorry that I offended you with my remark, but I will inform you beforehand that I am not going to take down or edit that remark. Have a nice day.
Yours sincerely,
Poh Nee
I did play with the idea of taking down the “gay” comment that I wrote in the blog, but then again, wouldn’t it seem indecisive of me? I mean, it is my view and I can say what I want to about it, right? So I gotta be nice, but not too nice till they take advantage of me. Ponnie, you are such a genius!
If you haven’t already seen my Facebook and MSN status,
I have received my first hate mail! I am now on my way to superstardom.
exhausted November 8, 2008
i’ve been really exhausted these few days, but i feel deliriously happy about it. the holidays are finally becoming a little more fulfilling.
if you didn’t already notice my msn, i own another blog now! more specifically, it’s a blog reviewing clothes from other online boutiques. of course, i stick to my own principles of reviewing only clothes that i like. i’ve kinda been planning this for quite awhile now, but never got around to doing it. basically, i’ve seen what A Shopaholic’s Den does, and i thought, yeah, i could do it too.
so i mulled around for days thinking of a suitable name…i’m afraid it sounds a bit cliche, but then again i want a name that’s significant to what i’m going to write about, if you know what i mean. after deciding on a name, i registered it, then wrote my first post and then only searched for a suitable layout.
i’m using Blogspot now. if i could, i’d really love to use WordPress, but Blogger allows more freedom to edit its template, and that could really come in useful. other than that, i really, really, dislike using Blogger. inserting pictures is the main thing that drives me crazy. other things that drive me crazy are the subsequent effects of inserting pictures. i do not want to elaborate.
anyway, it’s been really fun poring over different online boutiques; too many to choose from! but after like, three days of doing so, i realized most of them stock pretty much the same item of clothings. the only good thing about it is comparing prices.
i’m also trying to keep a lookout for those online boutiques that only just came in with new clothes. in the beginning, it was quite a challenge looking for them. i finally figured that if i leave a message in the chatbox of those online boutiques whose clothes i’ve reviewed, i might gain more readers? it kind of worked, spreading word around.
initially i wanted to be an anonymous blogger. i mean, wouldn’t it be so cool if somehow, someway, i shot to fame (i wanted to say stardom, but that’s a little off), and everybody would be talking about who might be that anonymous blogger! then when i graduate and go looking for jobs in fashion mags i’ll expose my identity as the famous blogger! kinda like gossip girl meets anna wintour, but a girl can dream, eh? hahaha.
anyway i wanted more readers so i ended up posting my blog on msn. so, yeah.
my days are spent scouring for new clothes as well as doing my little freelancing job. my eyes hurt from staring the laptop screen for too long.
but then, all the thanks from the online boutique owners, all the online boutiques that placed their ads in my chatbox…all worth it.
Yo November 5, 2008
Here’s a sneak preview to the next post, if I ever get around to doing it.
P.S. Today I saw a guy stop his car in the middle of the road, to cross the other road just to get a kitten in the middle of the road to safety. It was very heroic and it brightened up my day. We need little heroes/heroines like that everyday in our lives. :)
