Ok I really don't know what I was thinking. There was a theme for the party. Some costume thing. I think I went in as some Frenchie from the French Countryside, bearing a basket with a hard loaf. Except that I didn't bring my french oaf, I mean loaf. Anyway this was pre-Paris Hilton days but as you can tell from the pictures, she certainly got her signature pose from moi! I should have set a patent or copyright on this over the shoulder look! Anyway I remember now, I did the whole ensemble on purpose to turn on ONE person in the party. Somehow the Chelsea Boy look wasn't going to cut it with that big lump of burning lurrvveeee. By the way the outfit was authentic to my plan and it was some expensive shit bought in Hong Kong at Lane Crawford, both French designers, pants Gaultier (which my mom cut to shreads afterwards sigh).
At least I can say I am versatile, in more ways that one! HA HA HA HA HA!!!! Ah well, back to being an A&F boy. Oh wait, someone told me to lose the look past a certain age. Sigh. I guess I'll have to reconsider Gaultier then....
Btw, one woman in this group turned out to be a backstabbing mother-!@#$ing SOB. oops, I am not bitter :-). I wonder why I am awake at 3 am uploading all this crap. Ever since I got back to Singapore, I have never felt right for some reason. Bad sleeping habits, allergies...gee, and I don't even have a fat black book to make up for that. Sheesh...time to move on.
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