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Monday, March 21, 2005
Champagne
I recently found myself in a Hugo Boss outlet launch, in Avenue K - a new mall/shopping complex situated opposite KLCC. I was surrounded by so many people who were dressed up and occasionally the extra casual few.
I didn't feel very involved in anything. Just like a mere observer. Like one of those National Geographers. Forgive me if my description makes it out to look like a zoo. People in black and white suits (it must have been really hot for them, or the opposite), trendy young women with their hats (straw and pimping-looking), and the normal smart casual bunch. Apparently the dress code was "stylish", if ever such a thing. Mostly in their black chic standing around mingling. There weren't many seats either. You would think that Hugo Boss could afford more. Imagine 2-3 hundred people standing about waiting having drinks (by the watering hole), eating little hordeurves or however the hell you spell it.
Hugo Boss' formal line makes much more of an impression than the 'street' line. Could not find it within me to favour those type of clothes. However, I wouldn't mind those white suits.
I didn't feel very involved in anything. Just like a mere observer. Like one of those National Geographers. Forgive me if my description makes it out to look like a zoo. People in black and white suits (it must have been really hot for them, or the opposite), trendy young women with their hats (straw and pimping-looking), and the normal smart casual bunch. Apparently the dress code was "stylish", if ever such a thing. Mostly in their black chic standing around mingling. There weren't many seats either. You would think that Hugo Boss could afford more. Imagine 2-3 hundred people standing about waiting having drinks (by the watering hole), eating little hordeurves or however the hell you spell it.
Hugo Boss' formal line makes much more of an impression than the 'street' line. Could not find it within me to favour those type of clothes. However, I wouldn't mind those white suits.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Sunday Morning
They should really have an adult version of Calvin and Hobbes. This is when Calvin and Susy get together since they are in love and all. The tiger, however, still remains the same but only exists in nostalgic reminiscent moments that are related to situations portrayed in the adult world. It shall be called Calvin, Hobbes, and Susy. Would that not be interesting? To see the progression of a comic so imaginative.
I was walking around at 'The Curve' earlier on and I met this familiar face whose name I have always registered as Andy but was now Wayne. Isn't that very strange? He was working in a departmental store and dressed pretty well at that. I knew I would have to say something along the lines of "Hey [name]! How you doing?" but luckily for me, I went with the open wide arms outstretched look to symbolise recognition and familiarity. You see--he was walking and turned to the left and stopped at his tracks with a sudden jerk. Since her recognised me, I was sort of forced to welcome a conversation.
I also saw this t-shirt this guy named Bern was selling. Apparently it was one of his original prints and it had never sold before. So, I was the first buyer of that t-shirt which had a rectangle in the front of a girl's face with semen over it. Was quite nice actually. I'm not even sure if it really is one of his own prints. But I was buying it for sure. Going to get a plain t-shirt for it as soon as I can for him to iron the print one since he didn't have it in my size or any other size.
I never realised that there was a MontKiara Sunday market. Flea market--which is held there every Sunday. Didn't find anything there worth buying. However, I did find some nice tunes online from an artiste called 'tycho'. Give it a try--Very soft and simple rhythm.
I was walking around at 'The Curve' earlier on and I met this familiar face whose name I have always registered as Andy but was now Wayne. Isn't that very strange? He was working in a departmental store and dressed pretty well at that. I knew I would have to say something along the lines of "Hey [name]! How you doing?" but luckily for me, I went with the open wide arms outstretched look to symbolise recognition and familiarity. You see--he was walking and turned to the left and stopped at his tracks with a sudden jerk. Since her recognised me, I was sort of forced to welcome a conversation.
I also saw this t-shirt this guy named Bern was selling. Apparently it was one of his original prints and it had never sold before. So, I was the first buyer of that t-shirt which had a rectangle in the front of a girl's face with semen over it. Was quite nice actually. I'm not even sure if it really is one of his own prints. But I was buying it for sure. Going to get a plain t-shirt for it as soon as I can for him to iron the print one since he didn't have it in my size or any other size.
I never realised that there was a MontKiara Sunday market. Flea market--which is held there every Sunday. Didn't find anything there worth buying. However, I did find some nice tunes online from an artiste called 'tycho'. Give it a try--Very soft and simple rhythm.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Awake.
Awake again; Unslept.
Begining to get back into the rhythm of exercising--Walk the hills and such. Smoking cigarettes very-really unhelps the uphill battle/journey.
Not looking for conversation but when conversation finds me, I find it difficult to invoke interest.
What meaning is there? I understand that its depressing and that I might never know the meaning behind the life of me, I, you, all--that doesn't exist.
Begining to get back into the rhythm of exercising--Walk the hills and such. Smoking cigarettes very-really unhelps the uphill battle/journey.
Not looking for conversation but when conversation finds me, I find it difficult to invoke interest.
What meaning is there? I understand that its depressing and that I might never know the meaning behind the life of me, I, you, all--that doesn't exist.