i have things to say

So with the prospect of a new school year looming over all our heads (countdown T-Minus 9 hours), I thought it only apt to do this back-to-school post featuring an Instagram conversation with my teenage daughter and her friends, on how they feel going back to school.  More on that later but first, here’s a quick look at me during my high school years (cos it’s my blog and I wanna).  Although, in Malaysia, we call it Secondary School and it lasts 5 years, between the ages of 13 to 17.

761_1057542523185_9760_nThere’s me at 13, with my cross-between-Anita Mui-and-Andrew Ridgeley do.  My brother’s proudly displaying his Sade album back when cassette tapes were cool.  And isn’t my mum gorgeous?

1959515_10152324365438390_6875849994800939423_nA group shot of the class in our final year.  Can you guess which one I am?  Clue:  I’m at the very back.

257403_10150200795002960_924221_oAnd here I am at 18, going from 3 years of zero skirts and super short hair to, well, the picture’s fairly self-explanatory.  Sidenote, I made that skirt myself.  I was so proud.  Yeah, I’m very much Daddy’s girl.

Moving on to how things are done in 2014.  This is the Instagram chat I was telling you about, verbatim:-

sheelagoh After three months of late nights, sleeping in and zero teacher presence, you’re about to dive into the fray in less than 24 hours. Tell me, in just one word, how do you feel? p_i, z_z, r_rj, help me out in tagging a few others?
z_z Disgruntled, mostly
r_rj Hmmm …
r_rj I asked others and this was their answer: groovy, depressed, anxious, worried, nervous, overwhelmed, crestfallen, distressed, melancholy…in conclusion, they just feel poopy
sheelagoh Disgruntled = Despondent & Depressed so you get a hug z_z
sheelagoh Groovy? r_rj I like poopy.
p_i Pissed off
p_i Crappy
p_i Exhausted
p_i Worried
p_i Annoyed
p_i Depressed
p_i Distressed
p_i Troubled
p_i Agitated
p_i Flustered
p_i Nervous, anxious, eager
p_i Excited, ambivalent, refreshed
p_i Hesitant
p_i I promise not all of these are mine LOL
p_i Sad, an intermittent pain, a scared emoji
p_i Prostrated by pressure
p_i Roweling, depressing, whetting competition
p_i Worried, delectation of wisdom, ordeals
p_i Nonplussed
p_i Dread
sheelagoh Well then p_i LOL LOL LMAO
So I wonder if they realise that it’s not just students bemoaning the dawn of tomorrow?  That parents are in mourning too?
Let’s see if I survive the next 24 hours.  You know you’ll hear all about it soon enough, right here, so be sure to come back and see if I’m still alive.  Until then, stay strong, you parent you.
xo Sheela xo
p/s I know the last bits of this post are all messed up in terms of font and I have no idea how to fix them INSERT ANGRY FACE


Do you ever feel intimidated to write something based on a theme?  That despite not feeling the topic, you’re supposed to create something because the empire of bloggers has decreed it as the IT subject of the moment?

Truth be told, I have a new found respect for consistent bloggers and the art of blog continuity. By that I do not mean those of us with entourages and support teams. I mean those of us who are, simultaneously, blogger, photographer, developer, promoter extraordinare, full-time employee, parent, you know who you are. How many times have we sat with our hands poised over the keyboard, running thoughts through our minds and just as the words begin to flow, something happens. Distractions. Duties. Demands. So yes if you’ve been blogging on a regular basis, I am in awe.

It’s not easy.

Take this post for instance. It’s taken me 3 months to finish. You read right, three months, to complete it into the piece you’re now reading. As I type that, there’s this huge goofy grin plastered all over my face. Goofy peppered with more than just a hint of embarrassment :) it is what it is.  Taking the time to think and then verbalise those thoughts into words is_so_hard. Especially when your only free moments happen in between running the dishwasher and taking laundry out of the dryer.

But but but I’ve decided to pen it here because if it’s out there for the world to see, I have to make good on my word, yes?

So here it is – from hereon, I baptise Tuesdays as Truth Tuesdays. The day when I can talk about anything I want, from the heart, full tilt truth. I commit commit COMMIT to, if nothing else, blogging once a week, every Tuesday like clockwork.

What about you?  Are there any blog post promises you’ve made but have yet to keep?

Tell the truth now.


xo Sheela xo

It seems almost sacrilegious to pledge allegiance to just one designer.  Basic fundamentals aside, is fashion not about reinventing oneself?  Being constantly unexpected?  Eschewing predictability?  Do we not hear the doyens preach the pertinence of being fresh, being new, being different?  With that mindset, I pen my thoughts and explain how I, being enamoured of multiple labels, can stay true to all without being disloyal to one.

An ode would be amiss without the inclusion of the Japanese sensei, Issey Miyake, the man credited with creating organised chaos from calm.  His deft hand in manipulating fabrics into dimensional pleats was the catalyst to my passion for the seemingly frivolous world of fashion at the age of 7.  I recall quite distinctly that my very first design was actually inspired by a bucket of water that was in the bathroom of my parents’ home in 1983.  I was fascinated by the stark contrast created by the steel, rigid curved handle against the soft, plastic which was used to fabricate the body of the bucket.  Sidenote: imagine what a wondrous world we would live in if we never lost sight of seeing beauty in everything???

Issey Miyake

Next we have the Mad Hatter.  That’s Philip Treacy to you.  What a brilliant, mad genius.  His eccentricity is what convinced me to always march to the beat of my own drum.  Always.  Very often, it’s easy for us to kowtow to the parameters (or expectations, shall we say) dictated by society and to mould our personalities to conform thereto.  The Mad Hatter has taught me otherwise, and I am forever grateful for that.  I have fond memories of wearing Black Suede Pixie Boots with Black & Silver Harem Pants topped with a Black Tube Top (yeah, that’s what they were called back in the day) and traipsing around town with Metallic Copper Lippy, all under the hot 34 Celcius sun that was typical of life in Sarawak.  And this was 1986.  Good times, good times.  Somehow, along the way of growing up and (attempting to) act(ing) like a mature adult, I grew conscious of what people would think.  I really need to stop that.  Like really.

Philip Treacy

And, naturally, like many others, I too had a tabernacle set up in the name of McQueen.  I worshipped his broody, dark mind, so powerful in its stark bleakness yet so incredibly vulnerable in its evident fragility.  I worshipped the power of his madly glorious confections which were, simultaneously, empowering as they were endearing.  And I anticipated his next collection with as much relish as a man thirsting for water in the desert, truly.  His ability to create the wearable out of the clearly unwearable was pure genius.  To turn the classic into something utterly avant garde, brilliant.  To see beyond just looking.  This is going to sound incredibly clichéd but I’ll say it anyway ~ he helped me realise that you MUST look past the obvious to find the unusual.  You simply must.  While that might sound elementary, it’s certainly something many of us should remember (and put to use) these days.  Without doubt, the impeccable craftsmanship and deployment of unapologetically flamboyant colours continue to this day but, for me, Ms Burton’s pieces are devoid of that raw edge so clearly evident in the past, leaving the garments to appear as, well, merely beautiful garments.


And that, ladies and gentlemen, about sums up the three top brands I would quite happily kill to work with :) which are your choice labels?

Love, SG

p/s many thanks to IFB for putting this as the week’s challenge, it was fun :)


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