Is there a way
Where I can be
Where you are.
Winter is already here
The chill of the winds
The darkness of the night
Echoes the longing in my heart
Sometimes I feel
I can just reach out and touch you
I can just reach out and feel you there
But all too soon I know
But all too soon I learn
I am touching the emptiness
I am feeling my loneliness
- Fabulista
Coming to cinema soon.
Anyway, the result of such a hiccup is one losing out on the usual liberating doses of outdoor running. Unfortunately, as motivating as some widgets are, they have no sympathy.
Case in point, the Mini-Me Nike+ Runner widget on the right.
One is not often startled; you can blame it on the residual success of finishing school. Having been previously employed at the WTS (Wannabe Training School), where school ties are touted to be stronger than a 50 pounder nylon fishing string, it had been generally assumed that all WTlers (pardon the homophone) are dying to maintain ties with their alma mater. After all, hasn’t it been touted from the silken fabrication room to the gilded runway halls that “once WTlers, forever WTlers”?
So you can forgive (not that I am asking for it) my surprise when I met a WTlers Alumni at the Village Fashion School, my Village Fashion School, MY ALMA MATER! The Alum had deliberately in a subconscious way, let slip that “I am WTlers”.
Being the Fabulista that one is, it is only natural that one asks the ONLY question worth asking in a situation like this…
“Since you’re WTlers… haven’t you thought of going back to your alma mater to be a trainer?”
Without missing a beat, the response came, swift and concise, “not worth it – Wtlers are not a particularly grateful bunch. They are not as appreciative…” the trailing in ellipses.
Well, there go the school ties. I guess even the strongest fishing nylon can and do snap.
Sometimes.
Ever since one’s arrival at the village school, one question has been on everyone’s minds and lips apparently, “is the Fabulista or isn’t the Fabulista?” It’s a very strange affair. Never has one’s personal affairs been so hotly speculated, discussed and dissected.
The state of being that is referred to is the very personal matter of one’s marital status of course. Over here, I am inclined to assume the cause of its greater concern all boils down to Maslowe’s theory on the hierarchy of needs; they are still very motivated by basic things, clinging on to the very feudal, very regressive, very archaic notion of marital bliss – how quaint, charming in a peasant and village serf-like way.
Of course, there have been some who had dared ventured and asked. The respond one feels is most appropriate is a polite, “one is fabulous, in a superlative sort of way and engaged to it.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a full time affair and more than enough, thank you very much…
... is a joy forever. So say John Cleats (sorry Johnny, couldn't resist the pun...).
If the above is the truth, how wondrous is it when one finds three all at once?
Check out the latest open styles from Louis Vuitton's open styles from SS'09. Please meet:
The Breeze
The Chess
The Harold
Being the Fabulista that one is, it is only natural that one already has one's name on it... fancy a guess which...?
Swatch Group and Tiffany & Co., have entered into a pact to develop, produce and distribute Tiffany watches, worldwide. The scope of deliverables of the Swatch Group includes setting up a new watch-making company in Switzerland, which will manufacture an entire line of Tiffany watches. Swatch would use Tiffany's trademarks and operate under its name. This unit will be wholly owned by Swatch, with one Board seat allotted to Tiffany.Tiffany's Chairman and CEO Michael Kowalski, said that, "Swatch Group is the best conceivable strategic partner for Tiffany’s long-planned re-entry into watch distribution.” The watches will be distributed via the Swatch Group network and Tiffany stores. The Swatch Group affiliates will be allowed to establish and operate Tiffany stores in certain markets outside the USA.
According to Swatch's President and CEO Nick Hayek Jr., "Tiffany & Co is a true luxury brand with a long-standing heritage in watches. The two companies will collaborate on design, engineering, manufacturing, marketing, distribution and service”.
I dare not say anything. I am so afraid that I might lose it, that the ‘honeymoon’ period might be over too soon. Maybe in some obscure recesses of my subconscious, I suffer from a symptom common in all humans – that one does not deserve to be happy. Any chance of it when it does occur is an absolute fluke – a cosmic coincidence that is gone too soon.
And then there is the other part of me that says, “Dammit! You’ve suffered long enough! Now is the time for you to rise to the surface and breathe the rarefied air of bliss, joy and happiness.”
So can I just say that I am in a brand new place and I am not feeling unhappy. I am afraid of stating the obvious, I am so afraid that if I say it, it will be taken away from me, like the belief, however vain, that the Devil only takes away beautiful babies. So perhaps I should not say it. Perhaps I should grasp it in my two hands, hiding it, shielding it from the light of day and cold of night. Perhaps then no one would know of its existence and it would slip away from notice and I would get to keep it longer, enjoy it more… perhaps into forever.
So afraid to lose it, so needing, wanting to keep it forever…
Life is now filled with busy-ness. It is filled up waking up and getting ready for the new day ahead. It is having breakfast on the dining table; a luxury never experienced before. Then it is off to work at the Village Fashion School.
It is a surreal sensation WALKING to work from home. Leave the house, start walking. Five, maybe ten minutes later, you’re at your workplace. And then, the familiar routine – grind, brew, whisk and voila! Fresh brewed latte!
I meet the local future fashionistas from my community at approximately 7:05 in the great hall of brocades. And then, the day of training future apparel experts begins… intervals of hectic and lull, hectic and lull and then the day ends…
I try to get home by late evening; after all, it’s only a ten-minute walk. I clean up myself and it is time for dinner…
And then I go to sleep again…
I am coming for you, my Anne (II).
Thanks to your sibling who had accompanied me through the days of extreme prejudices, I will come home with you now...
Be patient. The days may be searing and burning and nights be cold and lonely, the wait is worth it for the sweet redolence at the end.
Wait for me, my Anne (II).
New school term for me. Starting on World Fashion next. From Middle Eastern to Eastern to Asia – world fashion. One of the texts used for this module was featured heavily as a motion picture – think Devil Wears Prada blockbuster-type feature. The rest…? Well, will have to depend on extensive on my part. Maybe I should hangout more with the SPGs and learn more about them from them…
Am in a new office too – being back home now, in my alma mater in a village school for fabulistas – Village Fashion School. New faces, new expectations, new challenges. By the way, fashion expectations are a bit more on the traditional side – think more Dior and Dunhill than Gaultier and Galliano. But I still foresee fashion forward possibilities. Will just have to wait and see. Perhaps a happy marriage like Jacobs, Lagerfeld and Mizrahi?
By the way, new office does not allow Internet connection with personal computers. How pish is that? Totally! So have signed up on mobile Internet access plan and am totally using it now. Absolutely brilliant. It is on UNLIMITED ACCESS so please help me maximise my usage and ping me (MSN, FB, BLOG) as much as possible.
Well, tomorrow’s a new day and tomorrow’s a new beginning, a new chapter – for so many everything…!
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