Another Story

My Long Skirt

I haven't worn this skirt in a very long time, and I thought it was about time to dust it off. My black top has a spiderweb design to it, which reminds me very much of Morgana's dresses in the Merlin series (worth a watch), though hopefully I am more capable of keeping my rampant madness under wraps. Can I just say that I am especially pleased with my red hair at this point in time?

Rejected

For the most part, Facebook tries to be helpful by recommending people I may know, if we are connected vaguely by a friend or two. Sometimes the recommendations are a little less than helpful. Alastair Dunsmore-Rouse appeared in my People You May Know column with absolutely no mutual friends attached to his name, and of course, there was only one thing to do.

I sent him a message, saying something to the extent of "Dear Alastair Dunsmore-Rouse, you do not know me, but I just wanted to let you know I think you have a wonderfully imaginative name; it makes me think of classic literature and Charles Dickens."

He never wrote me back. I still feel the sting of rejection to this day.

How to Tell a Story

 Storytelling is necessary for my well-being, whatever form it may take. I have been finding more time to write, but today Pat and I found other ways to tell a tale or two.

What stories can you see?

What adventures can you imagine?

Home Improvements

 I finally put up my curtains. It actually feels like a room, significantly reducing the previous fishbowl feeling! More pictures to follow, but this will have to do for now. What do you think?

I dyed my hair. I am quite sure I pointed to a less vibrant shade (I was thinking of school dress restrictions), but my hairdresser apparently took matters into her own hands. Hence, I cannot be held accountable for the final result. 

This was an accidental shot, but I quite like it. I bought the bag at Bugis Junction for five dollars.
Nothing like a little patriotism to brighten up the day.

Red Is for Prosperity

I bought these pants in Chinatown for ten dollars. I like a good bargain. These kinds of pants, however, can very easily make me look like the next backpacker, shuffling around in worn-down Havainas and an olive green tank top; and as I don't want to look like a tourist in my own homeland, I purposefully avoided wearing either.  It's a good thing I'm not much for sleeveless pieces anyway. I like the contrast between the white and the red--I've always liked crisp colours--and seeing as it's Chinese New Year, I thought the red was especially appropriate.

I realize these pants are supposed to be worn on the hips, but that's highly unbecoming on my frame, and instead of despairing over the fact that I looked strange in this one-size-does-not-fit-all bargain, I just pulled them up--Steve Urkel style--and now I am happily channeling the spirit of Sinbad the Snappy Dresser.

Gotham City

There is a building here that must have been inspired by Gotham City. It has the same heavy, grotesque feel to it, with thick, dark detailing and morose statues that stand guard over the city. I keep expecting Batman to show up.

I imagine Bruce Wayne has a penthouse at the top for his international stopovers. He is a busy man.