Jaslin says..Baby don’t be gentle, I can handle everything.

I’ll get you breaking into a sweat. Get you hot, bothered and wet.

For I am a Fashion Snob 28 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 5:48 pm

snob_by_chrissiecool (credits to Chrissiecool)

Big no-nos for me.

1) Getting out of the house with wet hair. Or greasy hair.
But of cos, there’re are case of exception, I know. People don’t have all the time in the world to dry their hair, unlike me.

2) Wearing skirts with sports shoes (a rarity these days, thank goodness) unless you’re a JC student.

3) Man with jeans and slippers. Maybe not only slippers. with sport shoes too. (by that, I mean almost-all-the-time)
The footwear is important. Very very important. Leather shoes or loafers sometimes?

4) Boots in Singapore.
Maybe that’s why I’m finding it a refreshing idea to be able to wear them in the UK. Cos, in Singapore, they just seem very odd… I think boots goes best with a coat, that goes below the hips. And of cos, boots have to have stilettoes. Read: diameter of less than 0.5cm.

5) Ill-fitted clothes. So don’t get too hung up on “I’m not buying this in a M! I’m suppose to be a S”
We don’t buy clothes in a smaller size just to make ourselves feel better. The size on the tag of you clothes should not be the issue. The question is, does this flatter me?

6) Furs and excessive prints.
I love leopard prints. But I think it’s a “less is more ” thing. So I don’t really get the whole “leopard print dress” concept. And no real fur! Faux fur is good for me. That’s the down side of some fashion houses that take pride in their real fur deals. For me, that’s a big no-go. Though I wonder why am I not a vegeterian then?

Hmm, then again, maybe I’m not a fashion snob. Just vain.
Besides, we all have our own little list of fashion no-nos and I’m sure I’ll be on one of your list (i.e. No heels/cleavage/stockings…!”)!

We all have our list of Fashion Faux Pas. What’s yours?

 

I think… 28 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 11:56 am

The more mysterious you are, the more seductive you become.

I dreamt.

Accidentally in love.

Maybe?

 

Confirmation 26 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 10:11 am

Just got the confirmation letter from Loughborough! I’ve been waiting for very very long-due to some hiccups in between. Plus, I almost didn’t open that email and left it sitting there since yesterday cos I thought it must be some spam since I couldn’t recognise the sender plus the heading was “CONFIRMATION”. So I stupidly thot it’s going to be some stupid email that says “CONFIRMATION to your winning lottery”. We get a lot of those these days, ya?

My semester starts on the 9th of Feb. And I never knew the Easter Vacation last a month! Like wow.

Shoe shoe! We should get out tickets to France and Spain soon! In case they run out! =D I’m so kiasu.

 

Postsecret Sunday/ Guess 23 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 8:48 pm

bridwa

despise

alloveragain

Of the three postsecret, one truly touched my heart. The other two, I have to say (with guilt) that I do feel that way sometimes (or maybe, most of the time).

Exams start tomorrow and I haven’t been able to sleep. Once I close my eyes, the image of my notes haunts me.

Life has been repetitve–my only perk-me-up this weekend was the email I got with regards to my SEP departure briefing. Which means I’m one step closer to jetting off!

And then I wonder if that means I can’t wait to leave this place, or I can’t wait to get there. Or both.

Here’s a little secret: When I pack my pencil case for the exams, I bring all my pens, about 20. Not because they’re back-ups. Besides, only 3 are in exam-friendly colours. I bring them all, as a little tribute to them, for all the hardwork I’ve put them through when I write my notes.

 

6.07 am 21 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 6:05 am

With my cold hands, I slowly tidy up my desk after working through the night.
Looking at the world around wake up from slumber land, while I get ready to go to bed.

I realise it’s very therapeutic to study at night.
Total me-time with Jason Marz and the occasional fast R&B numbers to accompany me.

It’s early, and I should hit the bed, finally.

 

Got to let the naughty in me, free. 20 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 1:10 am

I’m getting better at it, when I’m not suppose to.

Here I am, suffering from withdrawal symptom from school, 4 days away from the exams.
Strange enough, thinking about the exams makes me nervous. Very bad.

I can’t wait to get it over and done with..then I can
1) stop justifying my online shopping sprees;
2) get ready to jet off to UK;
3) go gay club hopping (field research, actually!);
4) sleep all day,
5) wait for Christmas to come and then watch “Love Actually” over and over again,
6) learn the electric guitar (I saw a very very sexy one that day! but I have to confess, I need determination..),
7) learn pole-dancing (Fantastic way to tone the body! Very Burlesque. Plus I was telling Miss E I would love a pole in my room, no? I think it’s an essential. Plus, Salsa was way too boring..doesn’t help when I refuse to let my male partner lead me, and I almost twisted his hand!)

I’m such a bad girl. So don’t tell me to behave, for I’ll never play that game–who said women should only be seen not heard? (I must be reading too much of the Feminist stuff–which I have to admit gives me an adrenaline rush)
But let me show you someone bad-der than moi.

Whips, baby!
Psst. I play this song up to ten times a day when I’m notes writing–I think I’m obsessed.
Psst Psst. Pardon my nonsense. Pre-exams trauma, remember?.. Tsk Tsk.

 

Falling slowly 19 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 4:43 pm

For some strange reason, songs I didn’t know exist in my iTunes pops out once in a blue moon.
More than often, these new songs are songs I skip, without giving them a listen.

But there was this once.
I was in the bus, feeling bad about my day.
Feeling horrible, I couldn’t be bothered to control my Ipod. And so I did, let the list run wild and free in its shuffle mode.

Then came this song. The distinct introduction with the violin, the apt lyrics. This song took my breath away instantaneously. I fall slowly. Which made me realise that the worse part of falling slowly, is that you know you’re inching towards trouble slowly, yet surely and refusing to pull yourself out.

Falling slowly, by The Frames.

I don’t know you but I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can’t react
And games that never amount
To more than they’re meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You’ve made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I’ll sing along

Psst. Another viersion of this song, sang by Glen Hansard (of The Frames) & Marketa Irglova, received a 2007 Academy Award for Best Original Song and the soundtrack for the movie, Once, also received a Grammy nomination. Click here for the other version. Equally beautiful.

 

Keep me safe 18 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 10:22 pm

keep_me_safe_by_codrinseth (credits to Codrinseth)

I would walk to the edge of the universe for you.
Paint you a crimson sunset over sheltering skies.
I could learn all the world dialects for you.
Whisper sonnets in your ear discovering truth.

When it’s hard to tell what’s real and what the world just wants to preach, you are the voice I seek. Keep me a safe in this crazy world.

 

Leopard, and cupcakes? 18 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 4:42 pm

As my obsession with Leopard prints continue, I found a rare gem!

3028780818_f0f7cbbfa1_b2 (Credits to Retro Bakery, Las Vegas)

 

 

Postsecret Sunday/ Clothes 17 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 10:55 am

clothes

There are things you secretly wish you can do forever.

 

Stop me 16 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 9:41 pm

I’m infected. It’s like a disease, like poison.
You touched me.
My heartbeat, it’s spreading so sweetly.
What are you thinking when we’re this close?
I hate it when we say goodbye.
Alone for the rest of the night, without you.

I count on the space that I keep.
Guards up in towers they’re watching, they’re waiting.
Don’t hurt me.
The walls that protect me, keep me inside.

Tonight, i am waiting for you to call me when you’re not supposed to.
I’ve been trying to send you signs.
The doors to me are hard to find.
So stop me, stop me, this time.

–Stop me, Maria Digby.

We all need someone strong enough to put up a fight against our resistance. Resistance that stems from the fear of getting hurt, again.

 

Not-so black friday 14 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 9:05 pm

Last official day for classes this sem, ending it with a food science test(5 more exam days to go).

A peek-a-boo Black turtle neck that received good reviews.

“Sometimes, I look at clothes and these images of how to match them to create a certain look just floods my brain!” and a knowing smile.

Leopard-print hairband from River Island.

Creme Brulee!

 

Bite the dust 14 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 1:31 am

I tried to figure out how it felt, when I saw the side of you ahead.

Maybe I have reconciled with the fact that I’m always 3 steps behind or ahead”, I said.

And I was told,
“I will believe you’re 3 steps ahead of yourself. You can only pick when your hands are empty.”

We all need a little reminder sometimes.

 

Domestic Bitch 13 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 7:10 am

hoovering_1_by_witchfinder_stock (credits to witchfinder-stock)

Here I am. Woke up at six in the morning.
To make sure that the water is boiled, and to see if my cat slept well, before allowing him to go out to play.

Yesterday, a list of housework awaited me when I woke up..
Make the beds, sweep and mop the floor, wash the dishes, cook (instant noodles) for my younger sister.

As noon approached, I realise how much of a domestic bitch I am.
After cleaning the floor, I made sure no one dirtied it–a subtle (or maybe not so) “excuse me”, and my sisters will know I’m either making sure that they don’t drop anything on the floor while eating, or to put the dishes back into the sink after they’re done. Plus, baby-sitting Kittie ain’t easy. He follows me around the house, wherever I go and even when I’m taking my nap, he will jump on the bed, give out a loud mew, before positioning himself on my tummy to sleep.

Anis went back to Indonesia for 2 weeks to visit her family and it seems that all the housework falls into my hands. Of which I gladly do, so as to lighten the burden of my mum. But in this case, I got to realise how much of a domestic bitch I am. So much so that I have to learn how to lighten up.
To allow the floor to be dirty, to allow the clothes to be left lying around..

For if there is no mess, then there is no cleaning up to do. What kind of home is that?

And whoever said domestic work isn’t work must be one of the policy-makers who sits in the office, and hardly does any house work. For undeniably, though their job scope does belong to the reproductive sphere, the contribution made is immerse.

And though keeping the house clean is a therapeutic affair, especially in the midst of the exams frenzy, I need a whole lot more of hand moisturiser (as I found myself reaching out for the moisturiser so many times yesterday, it’s like I’ve a new-found obsession with it), and very importantly, more time to maintain my nails.

Afterall, it’s not easy glamorous when doing housework. Yes?

Lets hoover in heels, baby!

Time to go for a jog.

 

Pre-exams Trauma. Status: Almost, dead 12 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 3:16 am

Here I am, 3.16am.

Just done with half of food science and thinking about the exams–it’s going to be very very bad.

Doesn’t help when staying at home for too long becomes very detrimental to my mental health.

I need a perk-me-up!

I need to go shopping, with a credit card that has no limit.

Speaking of which, my mum approached me with an American Express envelope today..
Mum: Why is this Amex letter addressed to you? They sent you a card?
Me: (was equally curios cos I only hold a Visa, but was in the normal rebellious mode) Oh, someone appiled a card for me. For my shopping expenses.
Mum: (Smiles and replied sarcastically) So good ah!

Turns out it was an invitation to apply an Amex. They should do their homework(tho I have to say the packages are very attractive) cos I’m not even employed!

Talking about being a little naughty sometimes, my mum likes to drop not-so-subtle hints that she would prefer not to have non-Chinese son-in-laws..
So,
First line of resistance, I say, ” I ain’t getting married.”
Second line of resistance, I say, “But mixed blood babies are soooooooo cute!”
Third Line of resistance, I thinkto myself, “Ok, I’ll bring an Ang Moh back next year!”

I blame the middle-child syndrome. Haha!

Psst. It’s the pre-exams trauma–I sprout rubbish.

 

The Rio Man–Epitome of my desire, Collection two 11 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 11:24 am

From The Sartorialist, again

here

Causual, not sloppy.

A man from Rio looking smoking hot in drop crotch pants.
With of course, the essential facial hair which does not overwhelm his finely chiselled features.
What completed the whole package is the laid back attitude with tonnes of confidence to boot.

Psst. I’ve decided that men of this calibre have to be put into collections.

 

The Chanel Man–Epitome of my desire, Collection one 10 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 12:34 am

Credits to The Sartorialist.

Click here

I love Chanel(though I think their Spring Ready-to-wear collection 2009 ain’t very impressive).
A man with great style(plus sideburns and all that facial hair) in a Chanel suit is purrfect.

I would never propose to a man.
But for him, I’ll make an exception.
We need more man like him. No?

Psst. I just have to repeat–Great facial hair–very Sexy, very Yummy.

 

Postsecret Sunday/ Maybe 9 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 1:54 pm

Back of poscard:
ipraytogod2

Front of postcard:
“I would rather be a messed up person, fixed, than to be a regretless person wondering how “messed up” will feel.”

obit

laughlines

Maybe, just maybe..

I will find the person who would make me laugh,
teach me how to cry without anger and hatred,
accept me for what I have and even when I don’t,
and love me, even when I love with fear and doubts.

Maybe, just maybe..

 

The Devil’s Advocate 7 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 9:12 pm

The breathing gets harder, even I know that. Make room for me, for it’s too soon to see if I’m happy in your hands. I’m usually hard to hold on to. You may mean well, but you make it hard for me.

 

the_devil_wears_prada_by_kutekyla1 (credits to Kutekyla)

I looked around me. And I wonder, over these years, have I grown to become a bad girl?

Slightly more than a week ago,
“Assortative Mating” (which I think is a euphemism for eugenics, don’t you think?)..telling us who we should marry. This in my humble opinion, threads on dangerous water, for it proliferates the elitist mentality(if it is not already rampant)..

And then came yesterday,
The newspaper article on dress codes in a particular private school(which I assume should be a place of learning for the young adults we can trust upon? No?).
Don’t get me wrong, I do think that it’s important not to dress too shabbily and skimpily for school, for after all; it’s a place of learning. But I wonder if it is just me, to feel that the “dress code” is going to be the perfect reason why Singaporeans don’t know how to dress according to the occasion? (In many instances, I’ve seen students asking their lecturers what they should be wearing for an important meeting/interview) Gradually, with all the perimeters set aside to tell us what to do and what not to do, we have become so used to having rules lead the way we live.

And while reading the article, it caught my attention when the school’s reason to justify their new rule is to prevent putting off students who are serious about studying. The underlying stereotype and assumption that stared back at my face—people who dress skimpily aren’t serious about studying?

Not that the students who aren’t dressing skimpily or inapporiately according to their regulations are dressing up “appropriately” either, isn’t it? Or so, in my dictionary of what “appropriate” should be.

When it comes to dressing, I feel the need to speak up–maybe I’m bias, for I believe that people should be entrusted upon to know when to wear what. The importance of dressing well is to leave a good impression, to show respect. Time after time, I’ve seen that the people who seem to take pride in their so-called “laid-back and proper” style bring on their “laid-back” attitude in the way they dress wherever they go—say sports shoes to job interviews, dates and basically, almost everywhere (which I have to admit, when I see, I crgine on the inside). Doesn’t help when they slam those who bother donning on cufflinks and leather shoes…Makes me wonder if the slamming stems from their inferiority or inability to put clothes together properly.

On the side note (euphemism for “I’m going out of point”), the body should be viewed as a place to express our identities. A place for you to showcast your individuality. To challenge social normatives, for if we’re all going to do as we’re told, then when do we truly start living?
If we all have to dress up the way we’re told to, is it a clever way of making us mask our personal identity? Personal identities are often ambiguious and it’s hardly possible to contain them into categories. And it may be the very fact that we’re afraid of the unknown, the ambiguious that explains why we usually give that dirty look to people who are different from the majority?

Like the Vagina Monologues proclaims, short skirts does not suggest that one is sexually transgressive, neither is it a form of invitation, nor indication.
It is, self expression.

Bring on the cufflinks when you mean business.
Put on a polo tee when you’re thinking casual.
There is a time, for everything.
Come to think about it, shouldn’t one’s wardrobe be like a rainforest–where a certain style rules, and diversity is celebrated?

Do not tolerate, for it puts you in a psuedo-superior position.
Understand, for that’s what truly matters.

Having said that, living life is an art.
You need to know when to give, when to take.
When to listen, and when to question.

I guess with age, the rebel in me grows. Sometimes, I have to admit that it’s getting difficult to breathe in such a contrive environment.

Little wonder Miss Ho calls me the “devil’s advocate”.

What’s new anyway?

 

A beautiful mess 6 November, 2008

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jaslin @ 12:17 am

Here I am, facing my Chinese Literature notes, listening to Obama’s speech on youtube, with my mind not willing to concentrate.

Feeling lethagic and irritated. With others and with myself.

Some scenes, I can’t stop playing. Some thoughts I can’t stop thinking.

Times like these, I feel the need to walk away from the crowd. Be brave enough to put my face in my hands, and just cry.

I hope it’s a beautiful mess inside.

I’m a new soul, came to this strange world, hoping to learn a bit about give and take.
But since I came here, I felt the joy and fear of making every possible mistake.
I’m a young soul in this very strange world, hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake.
But why all this hate? Try to communicate finding trust and love is not always easy to make.

Ok, time to get the pie out of the oven (I bake when I feel like crap).