Do what you have to, to get down to Forum tomorrow from 10am-8pm. Friday is Day One of the designer clothes sale of the century where immaculate second hand clothes go for a song (starting at $10).
Read the post I wrote about last year’s sale here as well as the one I wrote back in 2012 (here) – both of which should give you a bit of an idea what to expect. I will be there early doors tomorrow, elbows sharpened and ready to shop.
I really hate exercising. I hate it so much that I try extremely hard to avoid it and I am relatively successful at doing just that.
A good friend feels exactly the same way and two months ago persuaded me to take up….yup, you’ve guessed it, pole dancing. To the uninitiated, it probably sounds both slutty and easy (easy meant in a literal sense) but before we go any further, let me assure you that it is neither.
Safely back in Singapore after my sojourn in London, here’s a bit of what I got up to during my week away. Sorry for lack of posting, London internet is terrible and despite having access to wifi and a 3G connection, I rarely seemed to have the ability (or to be fair, time) to post.
I flew over, in part, to meet the new Singapore High Commissioner to the UK, whose office is nestled within a beautiful Mayfair crescent.
I always joke that if I ever met Christian Louboutin I would shake his hand and say a big thank you for making shoes I can actually walk in without wincing. The brilliant blood-red sole is his legendary trademark that, in a stroke of marketeers’ magic, is now also a trademark of any wearer’s purported taste.
Joy of joys, just before sipping in to my tracky bottoms and flying *economy* to London, I got to meet the man himself on his one night, whistle stop tour of Singapore on Saturday evening at his stand-alone store in Ngee Ann City. Read More
I went to a dinner party last Saturday and, on one side, found myself sitting next to a guy I couldn’t help but be rather impressed by: about three years ago he jacked in his job (he was an accountant) and, slightly chubby, set off on his bicycle from Buckingham Place to…Hong Kong. As you do. Four month later the lean and mean Humphrey never looked back and now organises bike trips around the world, but mainly in Asia. Sapporo to Russia, anyone?
I love the idea of getting somewhere entirely under my own steam. It must be immensely satisfying. After too much wine I put my hand up for Hong Kong to Hanoi until my host, who knows me quite well, said he thought it might be a bit much for me to tackle from a complete standstill (I last got on a bike when I was about 15).
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
