sunny sunday

Today, I did a little bit of this (like 25 minutes in total?). I really should be doing more of this and less of whatever I am presently doing (browsing and blogging).

And I wore this to run some errands and chores (you know like banking - paying debts to be more specific!). This is my favourite weekend uniform - denim cutoffs (not store bought, it was really cut out from a pair of jeans by my mom), Country Road pin-striped shirt (I love long sleeved shirts that can be worn casually as opposed to being worn as formal wear. In fact, I no longer even wear shirts to the office, they don't flatter my body when worn with high waisted skirts as the proportions look weird. The shirt is too loose but the skirt is too tight) and some Havs slippers or ballet flats. Speaking of which, I'm looking for a pair of leopard print ballet flats. Rawr! Oh and I forgot, my newly acquired Bayswater satchel! *Hearts*

stuff dreams are made of

Look what the bird brought me! Lolz, seriously I have no idea why the bird is part of the packaging. A bird perched on a Mulberry tree perhaps? Lolz...apasal tiba tiba aje ada burung!?




I was debating between the Alexa, the classic Bayswater and this for the longest time. The Alexa was selling for about five grand (in ringgit. Why the hell is our currency so poor? This detracts us from doing a lot of things in life, mainly buying imported goods and travelling) and the classic Bayswater reminded me of something a middle aged woman would carry. The Bayswater satchel came in a few colours on the website (with different types of leather) but here in third world Malaysia, the store only stocked 3 colors, the black, oak and another seasonal color in lambskin. The oak had white stitching that in my opinion, looked like a fake - imitations that I've been seeing pratically everywhere so I finally settled on the black. It came out to me cheaper than I had initially estimated (although the term cheap here is relative).

The whole experience of shopping at the store was pretty good, the sales people were professional and knowledgeable about their products, the packaging was as great (if not better) as I had imagined it to me (I am a huge sucker for ribbons and nicely wrapped stuff. Sometimes, it's even more crucial than the content itself!!! Presentation is imperative). In addition to that, they threw in some freebies (a diary, a Mulberry tote shopping bag, a Haegan Daz voucher and a guide to their AW 2011 collection).

I have a strong suspicion I could easily get addicted to this whole high fashion thing. I am already envisioning my next purchase - something small from Prada maybe? Ugh, maybe I need to get a second job to sustain my love for luxury. Evidently, being in accounting and finance does not afford me with the ability to spend on things (frivolous possessions!) that I desire.

mulberry, come to me

On an entirely superficial note, tomorrow I will be taking a giant step forward in life. A few days away from my 27th birthday, I have decided to purchase a luxury object that costs more than my monthly salary. It's a status symbol and it's such a contrivance - carrying or wearing an object, trying to prove to the world that you are bigger than everybody else, richer, hotter, smarter, etc etc etc...

When will I learn that confidence comes from within and not from possessing expensive inanimate objects? What the hell do I know about confidence anyway, I have none.

Death is very likely the single best invention of life.

All those people condemning the global mourning of Steve Jobs ought to be shot for their lack of sensitivity. What is wrong with the outpouring of grief over a revolutionary inventor and respected businessman for his immense contributions to society? Of course, thousands of people die daily, many of which are senseless. Deaths are inevitable and we were born to die. What made his death different from other deaths was that he was an icon, an inspiration to millions of computer geeks and aspriring entrepreneurs. He was courageous. He dared to be different. People may not have a personal connection to him but the emotional connection that a user has with his or her I-Phone / I-Pad / I-Pod may well translate into a personal connection with the inventor himself.

We acknowledge his death and we celebrate his life. Why is this frowned upon by naysayers who critisize that we are over the top with our sentimentality and expressions of grief? Say I meet a friend who's relative has died, would I not say "Sorry to hear about your loss"? My hypothetical friend and his or her relative who died is unknown to me, so should I not extend my condolences? Is this hypocritical? Am I demeaning and belittling the deaths of other people? As if implying that their deaths are not as important?

All these negative people should get a life. They are probably just jealous of Steve Jobs and the fact that when they do die, their passing will never generate such an enormous amount of attention. Changing the world and the way we live is no easy feat. Recognition should be given when it's due. He makes us believe that with determination and imagination, the possibilities are infinite. And that creation of hope itself is trully more profound and life changing than any of his inventions.

artsy fartsy

I made this calendar for the boyfriend for Christmas last year. It was pretty time consuming but so worth it because it turned out to be a project I greatly enjoyed. I love making stuff for other people, even if some of these "gifts" are rather meaningless and serves no purpose other than looking pretty (or ugly, depends on the individual). The bunny birthday card (or is it a bear?) is Korean made (I love Korean stationery!) and it should be mailed over to Toronto soon, just in time for my younger brother's 21st birthday! I know, I know, it is so not masculine but what the heck, in cases like these, it's definitely the thought that counts! What do males like as gifts anyway? I'm sure they go for practicality and functionality rather than cutesy and delightful. 

note to self!

I am such a boring loser. All I do is browse through other people's blogs. As if in doing so, my life will somehow magically transform into theirs. Where do people find the income to fund their expensive lifestyles? Lanvin, Mulberry, Chanel, glamarous clothes, exotic travels, cocktails?

Whoever came up with the idiotic saying "Money doesn't buy happiness" ought to be effing shot. Everything comes with a price tag, in fact, everybody comes with a price tag. My friend proved her point when she bought some expensive jewelry for a girl who swears she's not a bisexual or a lesbian but at the sight of the cyan colored box and white ribbon, she immediately switched her sexual preferences. I am convinced if I went to work in a Mini Cooper, and carried Prada instead of some cheapskate handbag, I'd be fawned upon and worshipped even by upper management. Money is power and power is impossible to resist.

If I ever became rich by some kind of miracle or divine intervention, I will resign from my mind numbing job at some hell hole in a dirty, under developed, third world nation and I will go to places I could only admire from glossy snap shots or those pseudo artistic black and white photos other people took from their travels. Why can't I be them? Everything looks better in photographs. Memories are indeed be created by Nikkon.

Fuck this life, fuck this life. Sherry, you can do better than this. Mulberry, Louboutins, Paris, Maldives are not just the lives of others, it can be your reality too. Make it happen, do whatever it takes. Tomorrow is Monday, a brand new day. Everyday is an opportunity for you to formulate a more colorful and exciting life for yourself. Your current existence is a big fat fail and will continue to be if you just sit there and continue browsing, browsing, browsing. Remember to kiss more ass tomorrow at work, be all smiley (employers love cheerful, upbeat employees who radiate positivity), dress chicly with sky high heels and fake it, until you eventually make it.

P/S Oh don't forget you have a Strategic Management Accounting exam on the 26th of October which if you don't start studying, you can kiss your chances of a better employment, job position, higher salary (and subsequently more funding for your Mulberry Bayswater) goodbye.

dreams dreams dreams

It's 7.11 pm on a boring Saturday, I'm somewhere in Jurong East, hungry, missing my wonderful spacious apartment (3 bedrooms, 2 toilets all to myself. It's the only reason why I love Selangor D.E.) and I'm thinking about some people I haven't seen in ages (as in like years), some of whom are ex best friends and others, lovers :D.

I wonder if in a different life or in a parellel universe, I am an accomplished pianist / journalist, well-travelled, speaks 4 languages, a competent swimmer, 5 feet 9 with wavy, thick, luscious brown hair, have perky, full breasts, reads Great Literature, writes Great Literature, plays Mozart, and hangs out with royalty / athletes / rockstars / models.

No woes, no misery in hypothetical me. Just sunny and carefree :-).