Triumph.

Gorgeous, feminine and innovative fashion and support lingerie garments fllooded the runway with such diversity in inspiration. Clearly, the orient and sailor-chic looks were stimulated and presented in their most dominating fashion. The only thing that was wanting this year would have to be that extra ounce of oomph. Where were the Vespas, the dogs, the topless-with-just-a-teddy-bear loud statement-making choreography? I guess I was just disappointed.



It felt so strange, being there and remembering going for this same show with Henry last year, with Kelly too. And Roberto was doing the show and he stole the limelight because he was cheesed off with the client. Then we made our way to Nude bar at Indochine for the closing party, and we took the picture that I now have in my wallet.
I missed that, having champagne, feeling a little bit more special than normal.
Doesn't seem like it's been a year.

Austen (my lil' brother who's probably not so little seeing as how he's 16 and towers over me at 1.88m) and I went to catch the Triumph show for this year's Singapore Fashion Fest. I normally wouldn't have had the time to, but I was curious to see how they would top last year's show, and since Aus had been asking me to get him into a fashion presentation, I figured: why not?

Tonight was special in it's own way. Austen was introduced around, and they were so in awe of his height. Apart from walk-pose-walk show, it was fulfilling. After that we mingled around for awhile before finally heading off for food and then walking around town. Met Mom at church after that, and signed some insurance papers for my Sydney trip. I leave this Saturday by the way, Sunday morning to be exact. 12.30am.

Excited?
Just waiting with fervent inspiration.

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Noise: 93.8Live. Topic's cross cultural communication. Hmm.
Picture: Henry, myself, Kelly and Roberto. I've just changed laptop so the pictures are few.

Old skin.

It was relative day today.
I went a-visiting my grandma and uncle, godma and grandaunt. They're ok for a dinner, but slightly more draining for anything more.
Some grandparents may be endearing, but the pessimistic ones are just exhausting and repressing.
I used to wonder why some of me peers would politely but grudgingly acknowledge their grandparents, but then I'm in no position to say anything, seeing as how I only see mine once in some moons.

It was most unpresumptuous though.

Slightly nostalgic.
Been having a lot of that lately.
I live for it.

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Noise: CSI on TV.

And so the story goes.

A recap of the past to lay down the red for the present.

The question is:
Are we being too quick to judge judgement?

'Judgey-wudgey was a bear'. I think it’s pretty much agreed that it goes—Open minded: good, Judgemental: bad. But are we being too quick to judge judgement? It might not be so bad. Perhaps judgement isn’t so much a snap decision as an early warning and detection device. If it is instantly clear that a person, a place, or even a profession is not for you, is it better to ignore your better judgement and read between the lines, or should you judge a book by its cover?

Post judging, it’s odd but when it comes to all things with heavy weight age: i.e., love and life and all things in between, why do we believe in our worst reviews? Why is it that we always believe in the negative people say about us, when there is always evidence to the contrary? A parent, a neighbour, a past relationship, can cancel out everything we thought was once true. But as it turns out, even the most together-women, and men for that matter, can’t keep it together when it comes to love for the sole reason that just below the surface, we’re all raw and exposed. Do we fear that too much? And why aren’t we satisfied with that notion and all that is presented to us?

Usually we are looking for a great job, and place to live, and of course someone to share it all with. So let’s say you have two out of three, and they’re fabulous. Why would we let the one thing that we don’t have affect how we feel about the two we do have? The reality is, there are some things people don’t admit because they just don’t like the way it sounds. Like, I have a former wife, or I’m feeling distant. Me? I’m very much in love but there is a wall of distance, and the itch is palpable.

Noise: Whirls in my head.