Saturday, April 25, 2009

Fabulista Hears: How a Heart Breaks

Weekends can be strange. It gets on a twilight zonesque atmosphere when your close friend decides to tell you…

 “When he left, I remember ourselves walking away from each other. I felt the distance between us growing wider and wider until I couldn’t see him anymore for the space that had taken over. I hopped on a cab, threw my bag and my heartache into the carriage, hoping that the road home would be swift. Then I can look at my familiar things and pretend that nothing had happened. Nothing had ever happened.

imageRecently, I began to think about him again. I remember him. Sometimes, when I sit at a café alone, I’d suddenly see him across the table. I remember his crew cut hair – he was in the military then. I wonder if he still is now. Is he still as infatuated as about the regimented lifestyle that he always went on about? They never seem to leave his lips. He always did seem to have a love/hate relationship with it. I was intrigued by the stories he told; I’ve never been in the military before. I lapped up his tales of adventure, hardship and the occasional joy and smattering of life-threatening danger.

He got on my nerves. I am not sure why, but he seems to get a certain joy seeing me blow my top with his deliberate nonchalance and indifference over everything. But just before my fuse completely trips, he’d put on the silliest grin and try to cheer me up. I just couldn’t be angry with after that. Nobody could ever really get angry with him. That was just the way he was; so full of charisma. I wonder if he was aware of it though since I don’t remember him ever trying to get his way with things by charming people’s socks off. In fact, if anything, he seemed to enjoy getting things done the hard way more than anything else. (Is this what they call the curse of beautiful people?)

We had a lot of wonderful times together. But one day after his duty he just announced that he was leaving this place. There was no point trying to stop him. He had been planning this for a long time, I know him too well. So I just hoped aloud that he would come back soon. I did so even when I saw him off last at the airport. What was I to do? Throw a dramatic tantrum? That might turn him away from me forever and his last memory of me would be that of a crazed maniac. So I decided to take the high and elegant road.

I knew at the gate of the airport terminal the flight that takes him from here would also be the flight that takes him away from me, forever. We never really did hangout anymore after that departure. I never regretted the decision to take the high road. I am glad I remained calm, refine and elegant right to the end.”

My close friend looked at me. A calm face. But I could tell the brimming emotions under the surface threatening to surge over, the reddening of the eyes, suddenly twinkling; the lips quivering. The face and the body were once again calm, refined and elegant…

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Fabulista Welcomes: Spring Summer 2009

There's nothing quite like a spruced up wardrobe. For Fabulista, it really happens only once a year - in spring and summer time. This is in credit to one's skin tone. Colours created at this time of the year, with its freshness and vitality is so much more in celebration of my colour.

So far, Raoul has seen to my sartorial thread needs, Prada for my carrier needs, Bally to shod one suitably. And the most recent addition to the accolade... the Zegna strappy sandal from the ZZegna collection for SS09...


Fabulista Sizzles: With Love and Sex and Magic *sssss*

This video is WAAAAAAY too hot... it needs its own firestation. Oww!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Fabulista Well-wishes: Take the road less travelled

Take The Road Less Travelled

Take the road less travelled
And that will make all the difference
Take the journey take with heart
Lined with silk and then depart

Knowing not the journey
Neither where the final ends
But journey then until thence
The road upon a better stance

Until our roads should
Converge whence
Journey my friend
Journey then

--
Fabulista, especially for dear Zanne

Monday, April 13, 2009

Fabulista Lives: Life, Love

Love and Life are the greatest gifts of providence...


Thursday, April 2, 2009

Fabulista Upset: About Bureaucracy...

Apple Computers have a scheme for those in the education circle. Educators can purchase their products at a reduce price. Kind of like their community project, I suppose.

Previously only available online, they have since opened up the education purchase scheme to physical resellers as well. However, one is appalled with the policies of a company that set out as an anti-establishment.

One had been trying to purchase a new MacBook Pro for the longest time. With the advent of the open policy for education purchase, one thought it the best time to do so. Unfortunately, this is where there is a bureaucratic spanner in the works.

“We don’t have the stocks meant for education purchases…” came the reply since I had been calling the various shop fronts.

“You don’t have any computer stocks right now?” incredulous that a computer shop front should be out of their bread and butter product.

“Yes we do,” indignant reply, “but they are not for education prices… only for regular purchases.”

One wonders, is there a difference between an education price computer and another for regular prices? Is one supposed to perform better, thus explaining the clear segregation of stocks? Can the invoicing not be paper played to transfer stocks on the manifest later?

What is the point of telling the public that education purchases are now available when it is impossible to make a purchase immediately?

Despite being an Apple user for the past 12 years, one cannot help but be thoroughly disappointed with this supposedly alternative organization. It began with the techno-regressive iPhone, the spec-retard MacBook Air, the disappointing MobileMe and currently culminating in this… the anachronic-bureacratic policy.

One wonders, what’s next? Perhaps, we shouldn’t be surprised/disappointed anymore…? David hath become the Goliath.