Shoe Whore

Bette Midler once said something along the lines of "Give a girl the right pair of shoes, and she can conquer the world."

That remark struck a chord and made me notice her, and I would have agreed with her wholeheartdly, except that I believe in a more refined version of that statment, "Give a girl a pair of high heels, and she can conquer the world." Such legendary powers of heels are not conceived of mere urban legends.

A pair of nice heels instantly glams up any blah outfit and make average legs appear better, longer. They make a woman look taller, change their appearance, change their posture and change their mood.

I don't know of that many things with such extraordinary powers. That is why I can never have enough of heels. Women who wields a pair of heels on her feet wield a powerful weapon. Many have tried to convince me otherwise, but knowing that they are the basis of my self-confidence, and so usually I just shake my head politely and strut away.

But by heels, I am not refering to those with sad 2" stubs sold at Charles & Keith. I am talking about the real well-crafted hardcore feet-stuff that are at least 3.5" in height -Pumps, Mary Janes, Espadrilles, toe-cleavage baring peep-toes, booties, whetever they are, the qualifying factor comes from the structure of the heel.

Victoria Beckham knows, just look at her extensive collection of splendidly built stillettos: Manolos, Marc Jacobs and Balenciaga. They took David Beckham, and the rest of the world's breath away. Tell me if I am wrong...

Having said that, yours truly has yet to reach the kind of social status when she can buy a pair of Louboutins to sashay around town in them and not feel a pinch when its 4" spike gets caught in between floor/drain gaps. Neither does she have a walk in shoe cabinet of cheap looking plastic patent heels smuggled in from China.

Instead she monitors Amazon impatiently for their yearly back-friday sale (which happens like now) and treats herself to an annual 5 pair of heavily discounted mid-range heels with spikes that look just a little less enslaving.

As a friend aptly puts, "Your feet are made for wicked stilettos....those that make me worship the ground you walk on....."

Guess, Nine West, Colin Stuart and Charles David here I come!!!

LOL.

Chandrasamy modelling agency

It was a friday 9:40am and I was dressed down for work in a turquoise min-dress and quirky shell necklace, but my 4 inch white nine west heels were clicking impatiently on the newly cemented pavement as I walked towards the bus stop near my place. Despite having spikes as footwear, I could easily win a marathon stutting at lightning speed. was in a mad rush. Because after all, I was late for work. Very very late. Like almost an hour late.

As I reach a bend, I almost crashed into this dark skinned dude who look like he just crawled out of bed and is on a hunt for some breakfast at the nearby food stalls. Mid-20's looking, nothing spectacular, nothing memorable, except for a patch of pimply growth on his forehead, and I quickly forgot about him after 3 seconds, because the only thing on my mind at the moment was how can I teleport myself to office.

Anyway, a hundred metres ahead and someone slightly panting from behind me called out: "Hello, excuse me?"
I spunned around and it was that Indian dude.

Me (with a smile) : "Yes?" (I looked around half expecting that I dropped something)
Him: "Urmm, hello, I own a modelling agency, and I think you are gorgeous. Would you like to join?"

I surveyed that dude quizzically for about 2 seconds, before deciding that it was probably a scam (like a certain someone who has an online model portal and who tells wannabes that they can be famous for just S$50 of administrative fees) after deciding he didn't fit the profile of someone who can survive in the fashion and beauty industry.

Despite my impatience, I decide to not be a biatch and politely refused. But he didn't give up.

Him: "Well? Perhaps you could give me your number?"
Me: "Just out of curiousity, which modelling agency is that?" After a measured pause, "I know quite a few model bookers in town, so which one do you manage?"

After a string of hemming and hawing, he murmured something that sounded like Chandrasamy Models.

I was speechless from not knowing to laugh or cry, and wanted to tell him that even if his agency existed, I highly doubt his clientele base would be interested in my yellow skin.
I wouldn't look convincing in the pictorials for a sari boutique nor a prata TV commercial. The satire would be lost on me in a similar Camlin market pen commercial Http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKthceSGlyM
My yellow face will stick out like a sore thumb on billboards in Mustafa.
And where on earth is that supposed agency based? Mumbai or Chennai?

In the end, I just gave him a long meaningful stare, shook my head and walked away because I was really horribly late.

The drama on BBC with most happening character

Just some lame shit...
For those who are familiar with the legend of Merlin and King Arthur,
Who is the most happening character in Merlin?

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Sir Lancelot;
Because he link and lance-a-lot (drink and dance-a-lot)

Hurhurhur. Pardon the inaccurate grammar, it's Singlish afterall.

Until recently, I have never been very fond of BBC Saturday evening family dramas, particularly because British humour (the irony of it) and lengthy make believes have never quite appealed to me. However I am now a great fan of Merlin on BBC One, a new 13 part drama series, set in the mythical city of Camelot. The drama is based on the trials and tribulation of young Merlin serving in King Uther/Arthur's court before his beard went into overgrowth, and his magical powers unsurpassed.