Chains are Change

I like to think that nobody can affect the way I dress. 

But, I really believe that it is almost imposs for one to not be influenced by another with the way they present themselves. 

I happen to have a man-pal who I often share a bed with, attend events as each other's plus ones and "cuddle" in times of self-loathing and stormy weathers. 

This dude is a bit of a big deal. 

Let's keep him anonymous simply for gigs. 

Okay, so geting off topic. 

I have been hanging foul with this gent for around a year now and as much as it is hard to admit - he has affected the way I dress. 

Before subject A made his significant entrance to my life, I was all about grungey dark almost-offensive attires. 

Leather - check. 

Far too many chains and bedazzlments. 

Blue black hair. 

ONLY monochrome. 

Lace and Layers even on a scorcher of a day. 

This may seem a tad wankey, but I like to think that I nailed the stated items as an outfit. 

Approx at March 2012, I found myself in a bright blue bodycon mini-skirt. 

This caused quite the stir in my household. 

My two male roomies were beyond gobsmackled with my unusual choice of colour scheme. 

As months passed by, the threads became brighter, less noisey and pretty damn femmy. 

Yup, I turned gay and soft. 

Even Subject A stated, 

"I like how you wear colour, I think it means you're in love" 

GROSS.

But perhaps I am guilty as charged. 

I feel wrong to be in funeral attire now and feel plain uncomfy. 

As much as I miss my old grunge, street style steez. 

I have this huge affection towards bright pinks and yellows now. 

Fantastic. 

Peter Pan has finally grown up. 

- A -

Clothes > Everything Else

"The Best Things in Life are Free. The Second Best are Very Expensive" 
Coco Chanel 

When I was a few years younger with a scum-paying job and very much into drinking...well, every night of the week, I still somehow managed to make purchasing clothes my very first priority. 

I'd be starving broke, but somehow I'd miraculously scrounge up enough coins to procure myself at least one number to wear on the big night out of the week.

This often affected my food intake for a good month, but a titanic thanks to Mi Goreng's I was able to survive the wrath of having a shopping addiction. 

My credit rating is sheer proof to state that finance management was by far my biggest weakness since the 2000's. 

Even now, I have come to the cold realisation that around 75% of my weekly income goes straight to clothes or something relatively materialistic. 

Honestly, could there be anyone better at life than me? 

A perfect example would be me just last week, I received an extremely rude and inconsiderate infringement notice from the government with xxx dollarbites in arrears. 

Due date, Friday.
Pay day, Friday. 

Saturday, one of my closest pal's b-dazzle celebration. 

Naturally, the council received a notice from yours truly stating that the payment will be delayed. 

Mind you, I looked bull-shit good on Saturday night though.

- A -

White Out

Can anybody on the face of this doomed planet look bad in a freshly ironed crisp white blouse? 

Honestly, to this day I can still remember every so clearly, the first time I buttoned myself up in a heavenly-white blouse.

It was a very special moment. 

This takes us back to my school ducks phase.

I went to the same school from Year One all the way to Year Twelve. 

A typical pretentious old-girls private school in a small suburban town that proclaimed itself as the "Garden City". 

Everything about this school I hated barring the bull-shit over-priced uniform. 

They were snobby and definitely over-the-top, naturally, I adored it. 

Our Winter uniform was by far my favourite number. 

+ White Button-Up Blouse +

+ Tartan 100% Cotton/Wool Pleated Skirt +

+ Navy High Socks +

+ Black Mary-Janes +

+Tartan Tie to match the Skirt +

Okay, I understand that the above may sound like something that would feature in a late-night xxx film BUT, give me the ben of the doubt, when I say this but us girls, sure looked bangin'. 

The first time I wore this collaboration was in June 1992. 

At the wee age of 5, I was well-aware that I looked BOSS. 

All thanks to the plain white button-up and perhaps the tie gave it just that cheeky boost too. 

Present time -  at the age of 25. 

I wear a white blouse to work and still feel like I could rule the world simply by poppin' up my well-bleached collars. 

Yes, I'll admit it. 

 I feel mighty sexy y'all. 

I can bet my favourite limb (my left fin) that the general fem pop could not agree with me more. 

(very pleased to go to work this day) 

- A -

If I Were a Dude

I think I may think about being born a dude more often than normal. 

I actually do often get told that I should've been a dude. 

I happen to strongly agree. 

Like a boy, LOVE to drink. 

Like a boy, I turn my head when a total babe walks past in a short-mini-skirt. 

Like a boy, not really a fan to show too much emotions. 

Like a boy, lives for the rowdy nights out with the man-pals. 

Like a boy, gets very attached to video games. 

In certain circumstances, all I wish is to be a boy. 

Let me just name a few cheekies...

1. Hung over Sundays. 

The last thing I want to do on a well-hung Sunday after a putrid night out is to clean yourself up and wear fresh make-up to look mediocre pretty. 

2. Busting Moments. 

When the water closet is beyond 1km away and you are really needing the powder room. 

You just wish you could just fling it out like it was nobody's business. 

3. Promiscuous Nights. 

I know that this may sound sexist however, it is inevitable for a female to be judged should they have be known to have multiple sexual encounters with multiple partners. 

WHEREAS, lads get glory, highfives, wolf-whistles and fist pumps. 

Seriously, what the fudge? 

4. Ageing. 

Let's not lie here. 

As males age, they get finer. Like wine. 

As females age, they get stale. Like grapes. 

These are just a few that come to my mind but really I could name hundreds, heck, thousands of reasons why life would've been so much greener being born a boy. 

In the end, all that keeps me from Ellen Degeneres-ing is the sweet sweeeeeeet clothes that come with being a girl. 

Lace. 

Thrills. 

Leather. 

Heels. 

Ribbons. 

I would sacrifice beers, football and mates for any of these things. 

Materialistic as that may sound, this is what really makes me the most flamboyant tom-boy since 1987.

I suppose, even in my choice of clothing, you are able to detect that I have serious "wanna-be-a-boy" syndrome. 

If had the choice of a cute pink floral dress over a tank with shorts. 

A second wouldn't even pass before I select the later opt. 

That all said, before I sound like some crazy gender-confused teenager...

At the end of the day, while I lie on my humble bedding and view out my window. 

I really thank the stars for being a girl and being almost commended for wearing what I wear. 

-A-

Excuse Me but I am a Total Dork

I wore overalls just last night.

I felt that this was a blogbog worthy get-up choice.

You never realise when you're smaller, but, booooooy, life is so much better in a pair over-alls.

Okay, so I completely understand that isn't my best piece but hear me out.

I wore over-alls.

A 26 year old Asian woman.

Just casually, like it was nobody's business.

That is kind of a huge ordeal.

Girl Crush List

Often, my companions tell me that I may as well be a lesbian. 

Often, I couldn't agree more. 

There is just something about a beautiful girl, in luscious clothing that sends electrifying sensations through my body. 

Here are a few renowned ladies of the limelight that just makes me want to give up hetero-hood. 

Kindly note that the following beautiful lasses are not mentioned in any particular order. 

NICOLE RICHIE

Found of House of Harlow. 

Mother to two. 

Absolute stunner with to-die-for style. 

OLSEN TWINS

Two as One - Double the Fun. 

Co-Queens of a Fashion Empire. 

Brought Youth to Classic Fashion. 

SARAH JESSICA PARKER aka CARRIE BRADSHAW

What is a Fashion Blog without Sarah Jessica Parker? 

the Sex of Fashion, the Mother of Style. 

With her bangin' vessel, how could she not charm the world? 

DIANNE KRUGER

Elegance with unbearable Sex-Appeal. 

Such a classic beauty with quirky yet chic style sense is not to be ignored. 

I am yet to encounter an outfit sported by D that I have not pined over. 

EMMA WATSON

Never let go of a girl who looks so damn fine with a pixie hair-don't. 

Dainty with Fire, Cute but Provocative. 

She certainly charmed the world with her magic. 

OLIVIA PALERMO

If Vogue were to be a girl, it would be Olivia. 

I never knew, one girl could make me feel so weak in the knees. 

Her ability to make unthinkable combinations work - it is art. 

ALEXA CHUNG

I adore Chung as she is able to make playful boyish attires look so feminine. 

Her outfits definitely defines her cheeky personality and carefree attitude towards life. 

Creative, Charismatic and Charming. 

ERIN WASSON

That One Teaspoon Girl. 

Sharp and Edgy - the Female Dapper. 

She is what I would imagine a Sex Goddess would look like in living flesh. 

Women are Beautiful. 

Especially when they know what compliments them. 

Clothes. Without I shall not be...and have pneumonia. 

-A-

Leather and Lace : Lust and Love

My most favourite get-up combo is what I like to call the LaLa.

Leather and Lace.

Probably the two of the most provocative materials that you're able to decorate yourself with.

One minor matter that I suggest you have in consideration...make sure that this collaboration is conjured accordingly, otherwise, there is the risk of looking like a total hooker. 

If that's the look you're aiming for, well, you go girl.

One of my favourite examples of this look is the leather lace-up booties with lace hoisery.

A pair of Docs with a pair of well-detailed lace stockings just sends me wild.

Second fave collaboration, delicate lace blouse with a dangerously tight leather skirt.

Partnered carefully and you have yourself a very provocative grunge preppie.

(Katie Holmes in Vogue Spain August 2011)

In the end, it's fun to experiment with your get-up.

Be a little insane and put together something that you would never dream of wearing together.

You might just find the Romeo & Juliet of fashion.