decisions, decisions.

tomorrow is the day.
i'm going out with jason for lunch in the lunch which is actually quite funny because even when we were dating, we never ever had lunch together. so this will be our first official lunch together.
we are weird.
as usual, i'm cracking my brain thinking what to wear.
my first choice was actually this beige-ish shirt dress
my second choice is my retro dress which will be worn with my green zara cardigan
my third choice was just to wear my new mng shirt or topshop tank top with my black 3/4 pants finished off with the green zara cardigan.
of course there will be accessories. but the outfit makes the accessories so i'm just focusing on what the hell to wear.
i thought that maybe a dress is abit too formal for a simple lunch. so what to do? what to do?
anyway, i just hope that he's not gonna give me another ring.

doctor style.

i'm going crazy over these zara shoes that i saw yesterday in 1u.

it was soo cute. it was black&white ballet flats which cost rm189.90 i think.

i would have taken a pic of it but there was a dude working there looking at me.

i also saw this really really really cute doctor bag.

in my mind i was going " OMG!!! i want!"

i think it was around the same price as the shoe.

so i'm going to save up my money to buy the doctor bag and the shoes!

but of course i didn't go home empty handed. my mother bought me a green cardigan.

woohooo.

bags bags bags

ah. exam is in like 4 more days?!
and to make matters worse, i haven't studied shits ok.
but anyway. on a more important note, i'm itching scrathing to get an oversized clutch.
not sure whether to buy it here or get it in aussie.
and the other day when i went to dorothy perkins i saw this ultra cute little red handbag.
it's not a bag which you can swing over shoulder but more like one that you just hold on to.
but still it was super sexy.
and oh yes. almost forgot.
my beeeloved father bought a chanel bag!!
it's the latest darling.
love it!!!

stars in their eyes.

gwen stefani was the SHIZ NIT
i had sooo much fun. it was crazy fun.
if only it was longer.
anyway. check out the pic. yea i know my hair looks like crap
but let's shift the attention to the dress people.

dance....

t minus 6 hours!

woooo..am i pumped up to go? hell yea!

omgosh. can' wait.

anyway. check out the pics y'all.

laugh.churn.rubber.

design shmesign

with one competition down, i felt like joining another one.
so i was in coffee bean this morning reading Malaysian Today when i realized they were having a competition.
it's basically about designing a tote bag
and here's the best part: if you're the winner, you get to keep the bag you designed.
awesome, i know.
anyway, here's the webbie. www.malaysiantoday.com.my

sweeet.

i know you have been dreaming for nights and nights about going to the gwen consert.
well, dream on sucka. haha
this is MY ticket. bask in its glow.

piper lane

if you haven't read seventeen magazine august issue.


you're missing out.


in the trendspotting section they showcase this fashion line which is just so chic!


piper lane is the name to remember.

my favourite!

the review

ok
so if you totally missed project runway malaysia yesterday, what the hell were you doing?
yes, i know i'm lame cause i don't go out on friday nights but hello! i'm only 16
there's alot of time for that next time when i'm rich & famous! haaha
anyway, this week, they had to design a red carpet appropriate dress for a so-called penyanyi terkenal.
when they introduced her, i was like "who?" haha
even alexandria was like "who's she?" haaha. we think alike.
so Nurul(the "penyanyi terkenal") briefed them about what she likes and what not.
she goes on and on and on about what colours suit her.
nurul, nobody cares!

This is Nurul."penyanyi terkenal". she only looks thin here. in actual fact. she ain't.

so after that the designers were brought to Poh Kong to pick out jewellry.duh.
then they went to shop for material and of course being a typical malaysian show, they shopped at none other than...dum dum dum.......KAMDAR! ew. that place is like a one-stop shop for cheap material.


i mean if you want to be a good designer at least go to a fabric store that sells expensive material that will make the outfit more glamourous. flousy flousy. haha


then of course the show continues with the designers putting together their outfits. mumtaz, the only indian designer, and what a typical designer she is, bought the most ugliest material that just screams CHEAP!


i felt sorry for her. after patrick lum totally beat down her dress, i think she was also like feeling sucky about her choice of fabric. poor girl.


unfortunately, this week they didn't really show much of norita. sad, sad.
well, i have to admit that norita is my favourite!! i just love her personality and her style too.
i also like alexandria because of her style but she doesn't really dress well for the eliminations.
i'm just saying, y'all.
but her hair is awesome! haha cause it's kinda like mine.

ok fast forward to the runway.
most of the outfits were missing a bit of glam.
obviously jenny's dress was seriously terrible. it was so bad dato' bernard chandran was questioning her sewing skills. tsk tsk.

mumtaz's outfit looked as bad as it did on the manequin. so that pretty much says it all.

so, alexandria did the prettiest dress. it looked like what hilary swank wore to the oscars( i think it was the oscars.) except it was looser and shorter and in white silk( i think)


it look very very elegant and 80's. very nice.


so of course, alexandria won this competition. yay! finally!


ah, can't wait till next week. hopefully i will give y'all the scoop.





"fashion is everything"

project runway y'all

tonight at exactly 9.30 pm they will be showing the best show EVER!!!

project runway malaysia.

am i excited? hell yea!!

i sat through freakin add maths for this!

i can't wait to see what they're gonna do!

ahhhhhhh..

fashion is life

peace =]

KLFW 07

october 27 to 31 is THE date to remember!
Kuala Lumpur Fashion Week 2007
ahhhhhhh!

Sans Sambal

I've finally finished my essay.
so if you want to read it and drop a comment, feel free to do so =]

Sans Sambal

“Adik, nak apa?” Mak Minah asks with a worried look. Eventhough her eyes look tired and the bags under her eyes seem to get puffier and darker everyday, I can just feel her aura. I’m pretty sure it’s green. She reminds me of my mother—minus the dark circles and tired eyes thanks to twice-a-month facials—who is always worried about other people—verging on nosy—and sees herself as the walking shrink “Adik?” Mak Minah’s face is now so close to my face that if I murmur she could hear it. “Sorry. Totally spaced out,” Her worried look instantly changed to confusion. I can’t blame her; my lingo is practically alien language to her. “Satu nasi lemak tanpa sambal,” a middle-aged Chinese lady who was burying her face in a newspaper has now looked up and gives me a look. A look that pretty much says, What the?
She must have overheard me going sans sambal. I guess it is very “un-Malaysian” of me to say that or even eat nasi lemak like that since sambal and nasi lemak is like glove to a hand. Or in other words, a match made in heaven. Growing up in a family where sambal is a staple in all our meals—including dessert. Seriously—it’s not that hard to boycott it.
I quickly take the nicely wrapped nasi lemak from Mak Minah’s hand to avoid anymore looks and skedaddle.


I can’t help but wonder if there was an eclipse lately. No, really. My mother who only listens to Malaysian music at Malay weddings is listening to them non-stop. We actually have to share custody of my mp3. Well, they are catchy.
That’s why; I’m not surprised to find myself mouthing the words to Itu Kamu while catching up on the latest Hollywood gossip and lifting my head up every three seconds to check on the traffic lights.
Ah, multitasking.
I abruptly jump at the sound of my ring tone and before I could respond, Roxanne is all but shouts “Liv, where are you? Class is starting in a few minutes! Cepatlah!”
“Relax Roxanne. I’m five minutes from the college,” I say coolly. “Oh, thank God,” I could feel her sarcastic vibes through the phone and without even seeing her, I knew she was giving me a glare—which could turn metal into molten if she’s not careful—because she knows I’m at least 15 minutes from the college.
Eventhough we’ve only known each other for the past four months, we’re already familiar with each other’s good and bad traits. We both know what coffees we love—for me its caramel macchiato and Roxanne its mocha latte—and mornings are unimaginable without them. And above all, I know Roxanne’s clothes are a major, major boundary for she’s one hell of a hygienic freak. Of course, we occasionally get into our girl fights but one thing’s for sure; we’ve always got each others’ back. “Just hurry up. I’ll wait for you,”


I’m fifteen minutes late—shocker. I try to find Roxanne but she’s nowhere to be found. All I see are students sitting sluggishly in the college café struggling to look cool while people like me—who embraces the local food with much joy—sit at the cafeteria trying to finish their curry mee laksa—the college’s self-proclaimed “spaghetti of the East”—in order to make it to their next class. Mak Cik Gina or as we call her, Mak Cik G—the most passionate cafeteria lady I know to date—is making sure every chili is in it’s right place. She’s the reason for the word perfection.
I walk into the class trying not to grab anyone’s attention. But of course, I fail. Of all times, my phone starts ringing. Damn.
“Good morning, Olivia. You’re rather early,” Mr. Rizal looks at me with the same glare I often get from Roxanne. He’s wearing his usual T-shirt and tie combination—with a flamboyant touch to it—paired with his tighter-than-usual jeans which just screams queer. “It’s one thing to be fashionably late but this is pushing it. I expect this to be the last time,”
I attempt to show my sad puppy eyes but I fall short “It’s not working,” Damn. “Go to your seat,”
Mr. Rizal then continues where he left off. “So, your outfits have to be done by 30th of August, when they will be presented infront of a panel of judges. Get to it people!” I stare blankly at Mr. Rizal then at Roxanne who is at the other end of the classroom. She seems to be busily sketching her ideas that even when I throw a paper ball at her, she does not retort—like what she normally does. Instead of throwing another ball and suffer the consequences, I go over to Faez.
“Hi, girlfriend, you seem like the only person I can talk to without receiving any sort of glare. So, what is the assignment about? I kind of lost, you know, since I’m late,”
“Like oh my God. We have to like design our own modern-contemporary twist to the traditional outfits. Since I’m like totally Melayu, I’m so like doing Baju Melayu. Like duh,” Being the only good tailor—and gay—in his family, Faez is always in a 5 feet radius from his family—especially his mother—to sew curtains, pillow cases and cat costumes. Basically, the simple stuff but come Hari Raya, he’s most sought after. All the neneks and mak ciks rush to be the first to pre-order his one-of-a-kind Baju Kurungs and Baju Kebayas. He’s like the Malaysian John Galliano except with more flare.
“Thanks Faez. You’re a life-saver,” I throw my arms out to give him a warm, friendly hug but instead I get a cold stare. “Sorry darling. I prefer air hugs. They’re like so the in thing right now,”


I’ve never really liked assignments. The deadline is always too short, the stress is unbelievable and the pressure to create something original is crazy. My sketch book which is usually full of ideas is as dry of ideas as my mind. The hundreds of my mother’s design books—several already deteriorating—are not helping and listening to Kanye West isn’t helping either.
Unexpectedly my phone rings. The caller I.D. reads Mummy. “Wow. This is a first. Usually I have to call you three times to get an answer,”
Annoying is just one word to describe her. Like clockwork, I’ll receive a call from her everyday. So being the normal rebellious teenage girl that I am, I ignore her calls.
“I can’t help it that I inherited Dad’s hearing,” I say wittily.
“Very funny,” she sighs. “Anyway, how was college?”
“College-ish. I have an assignment to work on and I’m flat out of ideas,” I say flipping my pencil like a baton without breaking a sweat. Strenuous hours of practice in Mrs. Faye’s class has skilled my “gift”. Now all I have to surpass is sleeping with my eyes open.
“Have you looked at—,”
I say, “Yes,” knowing she was referring to her design books.
“So, what is this assignment about? Maybe I can get this brain of mine to work,”
“We’re supposed to design our own contemporary twist to the traditional outfits,” I say as if it’s the hundredth time I’ve said it.
Mummy starts lecturing about how we teenagers have it easy and how twenty years ago; sewing by hand wasn’t an option. I stare at my sketchbook musing when suddenly—with Mummy still going on in the background—the light bulb above my head flickers on. “Mummy,” I say “I better get to this,” I would ask her about work, but rather not to listen to her never-ending complaints about how the coffee is equivalent to dirt. “Alright, Liv, Bye,”


“Okay,” Mr. Rizal says loudly to the models “The show is starting in five. Get to your places!”
Everyone is everywhere. People are running around, students are making last minute checks but I on the other hand am finished. My outfit is perfect—no buttons coming loose and definitely no tears. I look around and to my surprise Faez has ended up doing a Cheongsam. How very ironic.
The music which starts with its repetitive beat gets everyone up and ready. The lights are softened and one by one the models walk out onto the runway that’s cleverly decorated in Jalur Gemilang colours—considering it’s the eve of Independence Day. The judges—whose expressions hardly change not even a bit when Roxanne’s eye-blinding outfit went down the runway — are jotting down only-God-knows into their notepads.
Backstage, everyone is timorously watching their outfits go onto the runway. The tension is so terribly crazy; nobody notices Mr. Rizal doing his rendition of the robot. Unfortunately, I did.
But before I could take out my camera to capture this faux pas, my model is cat walking my outfit. And as I watch it go down the runway—shimmy and all—I had a Thriller moment: the Malaysian part of me took over.
Malaysians are Malaysians for countless reasons; because some wear the traditional outfits, some support piracy, some eat nasi lemak—with sambal. But to me, all of that doesn’t matter when being a Malaysian is to be infinitely proud of Malaysia …and flaunt it.

get me out!

if you were to ask me if i'm ready to leave school,
my answer would be YES!
honestly, i can hardly wait.
school has become such a routine thing, it's crazy.
day in day out, it's the same.
people are annoying as hell and don't even get me started in the teachers.
they're like adding salt to the effing wound.
the day i finish spm and finish with school would be like a dream.
a sense of "freedom"
no more unflattering uniforms and no more heavy school bags.
yay! haha
puiyee still goes on about how she does not know what to do
and so i being a very helpful friend *ahem* tells her to just do what she likes
but she doesn't seem phased by it. hey, i tried.
all in all, the college that i'm DYING to go to is Raffles Design Institute.
that place is incredible.
they only offer courses for fashion and i want to be a part of it!!
mummy, of course, was like "get your degree first"
geez.
i mean...fashion journalism is what i want to do.
it's by far the closest i can get to the fashion industry and to bernard chandran.
i don't think there's any other college that offers fashion besides lim kok weng and cenfad
but for the moment i just can't wait to get out of school for good!

i want!

i'm dying to get my hands on the LG Prada phone!

i honestly don't care if it's LG

i love it!

hate hate hate!

boys are effing jerks!
I hate boys!!

down boy

down boy

almost.

it's the 6th of august which only means, 25 more days until the deadline.
i'm joining this essay writing competition and so i feel that to get my work out there, i would have to give it out.
i don't really expect to win but hopefully some of the judges will see potential in it and recomend it or something!

topshop babyyy!

mid june is the date to remember!

that's when kate moss's topshop clothing line will be coming out

ahhhhh!

can't effing wait!

better save up my money biatches!!haha

fergalicious it's hot hot

announcement people! that mp3 is soo gonna be mine

peace.

new/nu

new profile niggas!

woooooooooooooooo

finally i see

it's been what two/three months and i think i'm kinda over him

feels good.. and i definitely don't want to get into another relationship

anytime soon..

i feel that i'm not emotionally stable yet..

you could say that i'm healed but i still need time..

to be by myself and discover a "new" me..

life at the moment is absolutely amazing..

awesome friends that make me laugh

and just good vibes =]

breathe

after countless weeks of heartache, anger, sad-ness, and stress

i finally can breathe

and it feels awesome.

he might still not be mine but i'm just happy we're on a good level.

maybe we are better off as friends

anyway, it's the holidays!!

woooo..

broken

love is unpredictable

love is kind

love is patience

love is blind

love was mine

my heart is no longer open

my heart has had enough

for this is the last time

i'll ever be hurt

space in between

he hasn't called me or even messaged me the whole day

and i feel as if there's something wrong..

lately after the convo about him being a player...

things are kinda weird between us..

and i hate it...alot

i want the old times back!

the "sayang" times

the "i miss you soo much" times

haih......

i miss him

sexy candy

6th january 2007
2.30 am
in his car
=]

arif!

my sayang

wtv jason.hi arif =]

i'm soooooooo over jason!!
haha...
he's a loser for losing me..
now i'm all for arif =]
ahhh.....
so cute!!