Digging out!

With diary full of plans and after fifteen months of hardcore Singaporean heat and sun, I am back to London for two months. It’s already been a week since I set my foot on the English land drinking orange ‘lucozade’ and yet I haven’t done anything! Why? Because I am busy nursing myself from this terrible cold! Yeah yeah it’s actually lot warmer now but I feel like I’ve entered a freezer!

‘How did I ever survive here before’ I am thinking and I remember I seldom had jackets in my wardrobe! Anyhow I still love the city and am excited for activating the plans (I hope they get activated)

Sun is smiling but its chilly (although I am getting used to and the weather feels wonderful) and I am spending my days sipping green tea and occasional luczade AND digging out my old stuffs! And blimey! Can there be any more of my textual antics!! My stuffs are just the way I left them! A confession, I am a bibliophile and I even collect text books! I guess I sound very geek, but I don’t care!

With these old textual antics flooded in old memories. I first came in London in the summer of 2007, when I was seventeen. Everything was new and I had this stereotypical image of western people – everyone living in the suburbs, kids cycling, a typical American dream definition, and I was so wrong! First of all why was I even thinking UK the American way and secondly I should stop comparing filmy scenarios to the reality! In simple words London is cold yet creative!

Five things London taught me-

*be bolder, beat the cold!

*cold is no reason to be fat and lazy!

*the clichéd- anything is possible

*the accent ;) (I mean I can differentiate ;p)

*this one is not exactly ‘taught’ but ‘gave’ me Lucozade, the best drink ever!! ;)

Again another article without any pictures! And it don’t look as appealing but trust me I am working on it ;) 

No more a fashion show virgin!

Albeit it wasn’t traditional and models didn’t walk on sleek n shiny stage, and instead made the very road of Orchard the ramp, where the audience weren’t as fashionable as you’d expect, I will still say it that now I am officially no more a fashion show virgin! It doesn’t take that much guts to witness these kind of show, when, especially it was all for public, but still I am all ‘yay!’ okay let me tell you the story!

I was so excited I reached Orchard three solid hours early! But since its Orchard it’s cool! I must say it’s one of the few places in Singapore where you’d really want to spice yourself up, for the area is all jammed with designer shops and you’ll see everyone really dressed up and dapper.

Adele’s rolling in the deep was blaring out loudly from the tented area where we could (I and my husband) see thin, tall lads and lasses with really sunken cheeks and we immediately assumed they were the models (and of course they were)

There were some raining in-between the waiting but for this I was considering anything!

The show finally started when it was all dark and nice. Even the weather fantastically bearable. Although over the loud music and noise I could not hear the designer’s/shops name properly some of the names were- Just Cavalli, Marks and Spencer, Vivienne Westwood and Dipdrops amongst others.

It was a showcase of ready-to-wear from the high streets, for the high streets. There were lots of maxis, colours and dresses, very much appropriate for Singapore.

Watching models in TVs and magazines and thinking that you are used to those figures was something I had believed in but when I saw them for real, their tiny face on top of the tall, lanky body it was kind of not exactly surreal but ‘wow’ and ‘dammit I want to have that kind of body!’ no wonder every model is the way they are. 

It was a great experience but there was a time I wished I was much more forward than I had been. Talking to models after the show was another experience which I am glad I did it (thanks to my husband who pushed me by saying ‘I thought you wanted to learn more of these things’).

the ramp ;)long way to go!

 I was so much engrossed with the show I didn’t even think of the camera, again thanks to my husband.

Everyday promise!

The fuss over skinny vs curves is not as hot as it was few years ago but this topic is evergreen, well at least for me as every once in a while, I find myself googling ‘how to get a body like ...’ or ‘the raw food diet plan’ or ‘lose ... kilos’ or simply the ways to lose weight and feel fat loads of happiness whilst weighing the half of the happy weight. I know celebs have entourage of people behind their jawdroppingly, I-want-to-have-that kind of awesome body, but I also know with hard work anything is possible. But again every story has a villain and perhaps mine is the four lettered word lazy(ness). It’s not that I lack enthusiasm it’s just that I am easily distracted. Every day I “promise” myself to start a healthy lifestyle or a diet and exercise plan which mirrors that of celebs. Some days I succeed and some days I fail. But lately I am practising all sorts of calorie burning activities like aerobics, jogging and dancing and to be honest it’s really working and I know it sounds really clichéd but I feel good! ;D

It’s quite irritating how people always think skinny girls and wanting to be skinny is unrealistic and a negative impact. Okay sometimes the obsession leads to skeletal place like anorexia and to some extent I agree with it but being slim boosts much more confidence than being the opposite of slim (true fact, trust me I have done my research). There is nothing wrong being fat, if you are confident in your own body that’s terrific and that’s the most important thing, to love yourself and be happy with what you have. But you’d love yourself more if you wore your favourite dress and you looked ten times better than the one who modelled it!

So, my point is stay active and eat right because weight loss or no-weight loss (no chance of this) you will feel good :) My advice is aim for the shape in-between thick and thin, that way you no one will complain!

P.S This article is again without any picture; please accept my apology it’s just that I have some articles pending but due to my messy lappy I am having trouble with them pictures and I hope to return with pictures soon!!

The no-picture article

After my last article (which was a bit of this and that) I’ve decided to give my full attention to ‘feminism’.

Traditionally and stereotypically feminists are considered to be tomboyish, who has less interest in beautifying herself. In my mind I have this image of short haired, bushy browed girl with a loud scruffy voice who lives in dirty check shirt and ripped denim. All thanks to the media.

But times have changed. Feminists nowadays do wear makeup, are trendy and has interest in beautifying herself. Feminists today portray the fact that feminism and fashion can blend well. You can be sexy, pretty and still be a feminist. My very definition of feminism is ‘doing things because you want to do not because men do’ and while this may sound little crazy I want its impression to be of independence and that’s what feminism is ‘Independence’.

 But again there are women who are trendy and fashion forward and who seems as ‘feminists’ but lacks that feminism quality in thoughts, morals and mannerisms. People may chant ‘do not judge a book by its cover’ but that’s the first thing they judge on to be honest. There’s nothing wrong in living on nursing the old morals and values as long as you don’t judge others according to your values. The old values include marriage/kids is a must for a women and without men you are incomplete (load of crap!). It's okay if you think that's important but don't just make or try to make it other's compulsion.

Talking about Fashion and Feminism, study shows that trend setters are little more independent than trend followers and I agree with that. Whilst trend followers ‘choose’ to adopt a fashion trend setters make their own (independence), and that’s cool! 

Bindis in Chanel

I wasn’t surprised with this combo, it was bound to happen (albeit I am no expert). Karl Lagerfeld’s blending of Bombay-Paris for pre-fall was beautiful. As soon as I saw the ‘bindis’ I was hooked. The traditional Chanel tweed was festooned with traditional Indian ornaments and raw silk tunic over leggings. Everything was elegantly put and reminded me of the rich 'maharajas'. 

I am not really astonished or awed to the fact that Karl himself has never been to India yet the decor is in someways Indian, perhaps it's because when it comes to Karl you always expect big. According to him "It's much more inspiring not to go to places than to go" I like the way it sounds.