1. Cantonese comedies
2. Doing catch-ups with friends
3. Sweet wines
4. Bed talk with my girls
5. Being able to help someone
6. CSI Las Vegas
7. Brunch!
8. Chanel costume jewellery
9. The library
10. Looking at pretty things
11. Flea markets!
12. Discovering a plus size store with reasonable prices
13. Forever 21 for accessories
14. The luxury to write in complete silence
15. Comfortable AND stylish shoes
16. Aircon
17. Teh Tarik
18. Poring thru Dazed Digital
19. Loving myself, fats and all
20. Reading Melody Chen
21. Lookbook.nu

I don’t know about you but I find her writing hilarious. Primarily because it is typical nasty brit humour, and I do so love a bitch who dares to write contrary to mainstream acceptance. Though Bryanboy seems to be think she’s a real hater.

What do you think?

Put simply, I hate fashion. I scowl at Harper’s. I snarl at W. I spit at Vogue. Sometimes, I tear them up, these glossy pages full of anorexic children – part human, part makeup, part computer program – just because I’m worth it. Then I put a colander on my head.

You may say that I am bitter. How is my sex life, you ask? Do men flee my fashion-free person? What is my weight? What has happened to make me reject the things we women are supposed to hug – wedges, fringes, shifts, tassels, linings, bows? And don’t forget shoes! Surely I love shoes, the icons that Carrie Bradshaw worshipped instead of a god? No? I must be ill. Weep for me in my giant knickers. I am outcast.

I only disagree that being fat excludes one from having fun with fashion. I can vouch for the opposite personally.