"icecreamy"

the life of a fashionista:

this much i'll say, it's been busy busy busy. i've hardly had time for a breather and/or proper sleep for that matter - unless you count today - which was a breeze compared to the hectic week i've just had, singapore fashion fest and all that jazz. i wouldn't say i emerged unscathed, but i'm still standing aren't i? none the worse for wear (i shan't speak too soon, let's just keep our fingers crossed that statement isn't something i'll live to regret), well on second thought, no.. not reaaally. i've been in and out of the doctor's the past week, down with a serious bug - a bad case of the flu, cough, sore throat, slight fever.. you name it, i got had it. in comparison, the state i'm in - is oodles x 10 better. at least i'm not spreading my germs by coughing/sneezing in everyone's face for the time being, that's gotta be a step in the right direction.

this is the first time the entire week i've actually sat down, turned on my laptop and taken a quick peek into my inbox. the past few days has been so bad, it was all i could do to keep myself from collapsing on my bed night after night, filthy clothes and makeup notwithstanding. and you all know how i just can't function like a normal human being unless i've got my technology surrounding me. mobile, laptop, ipod [all high-tech gadget-y stuff]

i really shouldn't be blogging, when i should be sleeping, i've got to work tomorrow - precious minutes going down the drain because i simply can't bear to be away from my blog aka my only outlet, unfortch i can't bitch or update much because i promised myself not to talk about work. "no bringing of work home" is my motto, so come by topshop, if'/when you do, just give me a ring and i'd be more than happy to give you the grand tour of my private room and/or grab lunch. funny thing is, when i was free no one really came by but the past few days it's been such a crazychaotic mess; i've been getting call after call asking where i am and if i'm in the shop working, but the timing's all been really jinxed so they always seem to catch me just as i'm leaving for someplace else or entertaining clients.

sorry guys: jacky manda josh isk caine saqib gaurav gen jj stacie etc etc. (if i've forgotten to include your name, sorry. again.)

come by again! i'll be there this time round, i promise! crossmyhearthopetodiestickaneedleinmyeye.

fyi: fashion fest was insane. more than glad the unique fashion show is over. thought i might shrivel up and die on the spot from all the stress of running around and making sure everything went off without a hitch. plus i was feeling majorly shitty (beyond words) that day, honest to god i don't know what's up with my body at the mo, my head's really screwing with me; getting half sided headaches and making me pop pills like nobody's business/a drug addict, it's ironic really, i wouldn't call myself a sickly person neither do i feel ill often but of late it's been a bad habit almost.

popped over to fashion bar (yes, it's my job to been seen and heard at these places) for the afterparty, grabbed a quick bite then back to socialise. camera, lights, action! dk enters and suddenly our tables clears, leaving the two UK style advisors alone in the headlights. they get us to join them and she's yapping away. i'm nodding and trying not to squint too much with the glaring lights in my face, reminding me of the light shining over you in the dentist's chair. not a pleasant memory. anyways, now that that's done with, she leaves, not exactly leaving a fantastic impression - but oh who cares really, i'm sure she doesn't give a hoot. or two.

i'm sitting there thinking to myself: i really hate this publicity shitstuff, i hate the PR-ing, i destest all the fake stuff. but it's my job and i've gotta do it. so i tell myself, if i'm gonna PR my way through this, at least be nice about it, and be as sincere and as genuine as possible. i end up talking to the CEO (who i promptly mistake as a producer. typical.) of a mtv-esque-meets-star world (his description) network in malaysia. it's apparently one of the hottest/top 5 channels in m'sia. the guy i'm talking to is also apparently 'the man about town' back in his country, and i'm like this nobody, yakking away to him about absolutely nothing and everything - which i find ridiculous, in the given context. he's incredibly down to earth and i instantly love that about him, and his colleagues. no airs, no frills, just very honest and open. i'm so pleased to meet such people, i always get so excited at these little things, i feel like a schoolgirl again.

oh right, i felt so prada/miu miu during SFF. the night before the big event, everyone was picking items off the racks to wear the next day. it was especially important for me to be dressed in something super glam, now that it's practically my profession to be stylish. i'm not being sarcastic here, i actually do mean that, i have to. it's my job to look good, not that i make the cut everytime, but i certainly try. haha. it's cute really, everyone's like: i'm buying this and that, fyi this is done so as to coordinate and make sure we don't end up wearing the same thing. it's supposedly a big deal over here to be caught wearing the same thing as someone else. it didn't even occur to me that another person might turn up wearing my dress. thank god no one did. quite a bit of good luck involved, amidst all the other mishaps. big sigh of relief there.

my outfit was basically a little shift dress in the most gorgeous of shades (done in a silky fabric) - this perfect amethyst - with super short sleeves, pretty much capped sleeves really. tons of tiny little gathers right below the neckline, empire waist, with a sash to go along (tied at the back). the neckline's pretty high both in the front and back so that bit's a little conservative, however the dress has this brilliant little slash that goes up the back from the top the of the dress to just where the zip starts (around the waist). i thought the length was a tad on the short side, but everyone else said it was lovely to show a bit of leg, i'm taking that as a compliment.

i accessorized with my mum's vintage chunky statement piece, made of ivory and other assorted stones, worn with small aqua stone earrings to pick up on the colour, then a gold bracelet and another shell one. i donned my sky high grecian goddess wedges in lime and gold. altogether, i must say i felt ultra glam.

note: i can't help the way i'm speaking now, it's been the influence of the UK style advisors and their english. we all can't help help feeling a bit british at the moment. all the "lovely brilliant excellent darling icecreamy fantastic gorgeous perfect marvellous" etc etc.

so that's my weekly update all crammed into a couple of paras. i'll be back. asta la vista baby.