I'm strangely more inclined to the Asian models on the runways of Fashion Week 08' as opposed to the Caucasian models. Maybe it's just me; they're so dead and lifeless. Their looks mirror and echo each other. There's just no character. There was this Asian model on the runway during Ashley Isham's show (gorgeous dresses) and she caught my eye - classic Oriental features, small slanty eyes, rosebud lips (thanks to the wonders of lip-liners and make-up) and the porcelain complexion. Not that I have a thing against flawed complexion just that, in some ways, it gives off character. A certain elusive background that we try to grapple with even as we're more focussed on the clothes.

So yes.

I wanted to talk about morbid painters/artists in the Romantic era and got sidetracked. Lost my train of thought, will pick it back up much later. I've come to the conclusion that it isn't wise to dwell in memories, specially those that are a figment of your otherwise very fertile imagination. Unhealthy is an understatement. I'll need to stick to my own memories - good and bad - and remember that I had such moments as well. From that basis, I can't argue that I led such an interesting life, even despite the hiccups of connections gone wrong.

Oh interesting. FlakeGirl replied an email with the wrong name. Even despite the fact she had the mail's history with my name on it. Tsk tsk tsk.

"If a guy irritates you a lot, it just means he doesn't wanna lose you."

Got that off a friend's blog. How's that possible? I ditch guys who irritate me excessively (or at least way more than I can tolerate and tahan). If you don't want to lose a girl, stop acting like an asshole. No one wants to go out nor be with an irritant. Common sense.

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