Sweets for my Sweets

Tagged by Sweets.

*Job?
PR/Corp Comm

*Best Sartorial advice from your parents?
Lingerie should not shine through.

*Style icons
Nicole Richie & Victoria Beckham

*Describe your personal style
I’ve lived in the same pair of Levi’s for almost a decade. I make it work with the shoes. I‘m practical like that. I like prints and flowy tops. No baby tees, I feel trapped in the 90’s. And I constantly hide behind huge sunglasses.

*I build my daily look around the person that I’m going to meet/probably bump into.
At work however I live and breathe black and grey pants with black/grey/brown/white shirt. Even my baju kurung for work has to be in somber colors.
I meet people all day long. It’s hard to be taken seriously when you are probably dressed like;
1. Their moms going to kenduri kawin;
2. A sixteen year old.

I dress to avoid distraction. No bling or labucci or loud print tops. Tapi kan…I find that now I draw more attention as I’m the one in black top to toe five days a week.

*Personal Style quirk
Quirk? No quirks.

*Favorite designers
Azzedine Alaia

*Most cherished item
Jimmy Choo bag Mummy bought me.

*I feel best wearing?
A crispy white shirt and killer heels. Pants are optional.

*The first thing I look at in another Sartorialist’s outfit...
No first thing. I soak in everything at first glance. I remember what Sweets wore the first time I saw her. I have the same top.

*I always break this fashion rule...
Are there rules in fashion? I mean Carrie Bradshaw wore a bird on her head for gossake.

*I never break this fashion rule...
No rules.

*Never caught wearing?
Carrot cut jeans/Bleached denim

*Most underrated item in menswear/womenswear?
Socks. I love socks. I have a whole drawer of socks.

*Dress to impress who?
You know when people say the dress up to impress men? It’s a lie. They dress up for other women. They undress for men.

*Shine your own shoes?
Nope. If they don’t shine, it’s time to get new ones.

*Favorite stores?
Guess? boutique.
A cheaper version of the designers. If Gucci has it, you can bet Guess? has it.

*Your next “must have” purchase?
Jill Stuart sunglasses.

*I only buy __________ in Europe.
what is cheaper over there.

I’ve been there twice y’know?

*I skimp when buying …
Clothes for vacation. They probably go missing anyway. Or ruined.

*I splurge on…..
Shoes and bags.

*Favorite item of clothing
Those jeans.

*Guilty pleasure
Expensive shoes I don’t need that leave me broke. I have never bought one pair of shoe. I always buy at least two. I have no idea why. I don’t feel happy with just one pair.

*Cologne, skincare
I have three dozen fragrances on rotation. I wish for Crème Brule by Laura Mercier.
My entire skincare is an Indonesian product recommended by my auntie living over there. There has been no turning back.

*Most stylish city (Milan, Paris, London, New York, other)
I’ve only been to Milan, Paris and London. I’ll decide when I’ve been to New York.

*When I was high school I wore?
Uniform. Only splurged on bags. The entire school was into UCB and Guess?. The entire collection was on display at our school. I had 2 UCB and 1 Guess? bag during my entire high school career.

*Sports?
No thanks.

*Favorite fashion magazine?
I love the fashion magazines D brings home. Eclectic and almost filled with thrashed. And a lot of nudity.

*Favorite vacation spot?
Capetown, South Africa and Dahab, Egypt.

*Favorite neighborhood restaurant?
Restaurants in my neighbourhood suck. I drive out a bit for some good food.

*I would like to tag:

My stylish Ints and Lucillus

attempt

am blogging from a family day meeting right now using my e71. im so bored i started messing around and voila! can blog from phone. Sorry if huruf besar and kecik tunggang terbalik, remeh nak change uppercase and all.

We're discussing the family day. Tough planning something when im not gonna part of it. I sent it my resignation yesterday .. okay. This is hard. Will blog later.

Solitude

Love takes time,
To heal when the hurt is so much.

Begging/Borrow or will steal

I have officially ran out of things to watch. Even going to the faithful DVD dude in uptown and mines where we have been faithful customers have rendered me nothing at all. Flip, flip, flip but there is nothing that i haven't watched and nothing that I want to watch. Jeez.

How low can I go? Well, i even asked both places whether they have Notting Hill. I want to watch Notting Hill again. Does anyone have Notting Hill on dvd? Can we share/borrow/trade?

I have umm...
Gossip Girl Season 1
Brothers and Sisters Season 1&2
Failure to Launch - I've seen it in cinemas and bought the DVD.
Because I said so - totally awesome. chick flick at its best
Prime - Uma Thurman goes pedophile.
Good Luck Chuck - Good but I hate Jessica Alba.
Just my Luck - Lindsay Lohan, great as always.
Awake - Again, Jessica Alba sucks.
The Love Guru - Have I told you how much Jessica Alba sucks?
Wedding Daze- Too cute
Wedding Date - Cute, too.
License to Wed - Mandy Moore is the bestest. She was awesome in How to Deal and still is.
Nanny Diaries - I love anything with New York.
27 Dresses - Okayla.
Knocked Up - Loved it. Seth Rogan/Leslie Mann/Jonah Hill/Paul Rudd are totally totally awesome!
40 year 0ld virgin - Again Seth Rogan/Leslie Mann/Paul Rudd are awesome beyond words.
Be Kind, Rewind - Biasa sahaja. Jack Black use to be the love of my life. Now it's Seth Rogan.
Forgetting Sarah Marshall - Jonah Hill is awesome. Again.
P.S I love you - SANGAP beyond words. I watched it 7 times and fell asleep. I gave up.
Over her dead body - Stereotypical Eva Longoria. No fun.
Run Fatboy Run - So funny. The kid is super cute.

Okay. I cannot remember anymore. But i have tonnes of chick flicks. D has tonnes of boring movies with covers that don't appeal. We'll swap with you. Cause I'm bored. And I need to be productive.

Oh and before I forget. My latest favourite movie. Totally, totally, smashing.

St Trinians.

Dark, twisted and loads of fun.

The cast stated that there was a Rupert Everett. I waited and waited for ages. Then there he was. As a woman!! Priceless.

Its a British film. But somehow in between got Mischa Barton.

I keep playing the school song at the end. (It's by Girls Aloud. I have a thing for British Girl Groups. Spice Girls, Atomic Kitten, All Saints, Eternal. Especially Atomic Kitten)

We can’t fake the way we feel
We were born to keep it real
Hockey sticks and balls of steel
We are St Trinian’s

You bite us, we’ll bite you back
Better be scared when we attack
Feel the fear, we’re maniacs
St Trinian’s

Check out our battle cry
A song to terrify
No one can stand in our way

We are the best, so screw the rest
We do as we damn well please
Until the end
St Trinian’s
Defenders of anarchy
ST TRINIAN’S!

Eh, don't judge me by the movies I watch or the music I listen to okay? I'm not odd. My sister's favourite movie is Superbad. See? We're equal.

Superbad.
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.
So funny.
McLovin.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.

Clown

Couple of months back when I landed a new job, we moved. We rented a studio apartment, five minutes from my new office. Interestingly enough, most of our neighbors are from the Middle East. (Not to be mean, but when people come from country where socializing is discouraged and women don’t leave the house unattended, we are faced with people who can’t care less about other people.) Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, we manage to get a unit on the ground floor, three steps away from the big blue pool and almost in the playground.

Problem is, beruk upstairs have a knack of throwing things down. Tissues/ tobacco/atm receipts/random bits of paper and the favorite is cotton buds. Cam sial.

Then it happened. As if having screaming kids out your door isn’t bad enough to drive me insane, the kids were screaming at my gates. I peered out the sliding door. I saw balloon being thrown from above, not sure which floor though. The balloon would drop down from the sky every two to three minutes and the excited kids would scream and scream for more.

One day. Two days. Three days. When it came to one week, I began to wonder, which idiot was this causing me to suffer my tv nights? Which floor is this?

I told my sister “saya rasa kan, ada clown la kat atas.” she started to laugh. No really, I really think there’s a clown up there. Tell me, who would have such a huge collection of that long balloon types that usually are sculptured by clowns. And throwing down every night?? Gile, get a life la wei.

One night the balloon fell into my garden. I opened the curtains and peered.

“Excuse me, please give me!” those middle eastern kids at it again. I opened the curtains wide, grabbed the balloon and took one look at those pleading faces and went inside snapping the curtains shut taking the balloon inside with me.

D and my sister started laughing. Hahahahah. Padan muka.

Okay. Two seconds later I felt a little guilty. I went back outside and saw them still out there. I searched for the least irritating face among them and gave it to her.

“Take. But no scream! Noise. I don’t like!! No scream okay??”

A bunch of nodding heads bobbing up and down. Ye la tu. Like I would believe the five year olds.

The following day same thing. SAME THING! Can you believe it? I thought we had an agreement. Annoying gile okay. D went outside. He started growling at the kids.

“Babe, what are you doing? You sound like a fierce dog.”

“Ni ha..budak-budak ni. Geram la. ”

Of course la kan kena ignore lagi. Like they care or not whether I am able to watch Dirty Sexy Money in peace.

The breaking point was last Friday. Me and sister02 were already dealing with shit when the kids were at it again. At 6pm. Seriously. We walked into the playground and stared upwards. We waited to see where the balloons came from. It was the 9th floor. Unit directly above us. Worst thing was one the balloons got stuck on our window frame and some idiotic fat kid was throwing stones and pebbles in hopes that the balloon would magically dislodge itself and magically float into his fat arms.

I walked to the security guard nearby. I complained.

“Siapa yang baling balloon itu ha??”

”Tingkat 9. Ade badut”

”Badut!!!!!!!!?????”

I couldn’t believe it. There was a real live clown. I was right. I called out to my sister. I told the security to tell her. He did. My sister started to burst out laughing. But really, it was kinda funny. A clown! I got worked up over a clown!

I didn’t see the humor at that time though. I complained to the security the anguish these kids were putting me through. He talked to another member of security. We went up to the 9th floor.

A skinny Chinese guy wearing only boxer shorts answered. He had a shark tooth tied around his neck.

I complained. I told him what happens each time he throws the balloons. And what happens when he doesn’t. He apologized and promised no more balloons. Then I asked him,

“Eh, you clown ka?”

“Ya,ya saya clown”

Hmm.

On the way down, the security asks how come I don’t know the clown. I said I have no kids therefore I see no purpose of the presence of clowns in my life. Unless its Ronald McDonalds. According to him, this is one of the famous clowns and semorang kat KL kenal sama ini badut.

The whole night the kids were at it;

“PLEEEEASE THROWWW BAAAALLOOOOOOONNSSS!!”

No balloons. Hahaha.

Saturday morning, nice and quite. I woke up early. Went outside and took a deep breath. This is nice. Nice and peaceful. Few kids were at the playground playing quietly outside. The suddenly I saw him. The clown! He was in full suit and makeup! Wig and red nose! He was walking quickly across the playground making funny faces at the kids.

I started calling to sister02 excitedly;

"Cepat-cepat!!! Tengokla ni!! Clown semalam tu!!!!! Cepat!! Dia bawak suitcase, saya rasa die nak gi kerje!!”

The kids were excited. Me and sister02 starting pointing excitedly.

Then D’s voice came from the bedroom.

“Kenapa korang pulaaaaak yang excited ni tengok clown niiii..????”

Eii.. so sibuk.

But now as least it’s nice and quite.

Yay.

Oh you know who else lives in my building? That dude from Akademi Fantasia. Yeah the eligible bachelor one.

Yup.

Add D with his bike and we have a circus.