This weekend has got to be one of my weirdest this year but in a good way, a pinch-me-I-can't-believe-this-is-happening way. On the Friday I had to go to a 21st birthday party, so I dusted off my trusty Mango black halter dress and put on my high heels, hoping that my sore knee wouldn't protest too much. And on Saturday night, my good pal David invited me along for the premiere of the Malaysian Film Festival, on the condition that I wear a sarong kebaya. As part of the informal Singapore - Malaysian Peranakan association, I was among other similarly clad women standing alongside the red carpet, welcoming guests. This is the closest I've ever come to feeling like an air hostess, and that my only purpose was to look beautiful is a new one to me.
So all in all, it was two consecutive nights of dressing up and taking tiny steps and appearing ladylike, something which is pretty rare. But of course, proper ladies don't swear in two languages when the cold melbourne wind cuts through lace and bare skin.
I like this attempted self portrait I took, because it seems blurry and edgy and impromptu, as opposed to a proper posed shot.
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youtube goodness on manic monday - this clip from a 70s kung fu movie is unintentionally funny I really dig the stiff upper lip british dubbing at the start, but hang around for the end.
