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Location, Location, Location | Sheela Writes

Location, Location, Location

Where.  How. You know what they say.   Does it seem to you that these days, where one shoots appears to be of greater importance than what one actually shoots?  Or what one wears?  Am I the only one? SEEING SOMETHING THAT ISN’T EVEN THERE? I get it that backdrops can make or break an outfit post.  I really do.  That they can do influence the number of likes one garners.  And I completely understand how we all want to achieve some semblance of differentiation amidst the tidal wave of bloggers that seems to be doing naught but expand, increase, and grow in size. I’m all for a cool coloured wall. My contention is that a kickass backdrop should never be an excuse for us to “take it easy” when it comes to the clothes we’re wearing.  Why do I say that?  Well, I’ve seen some truly picturesque walls, incredibly arresting in how graphic they are, with their impact so terribly diluted due to quite possibly the most bland, mundane outfits ever.  As though the …

Integration

Merging of worlds. When two or four become one.   My starting words just formed the premise for a porn flick.  Sigh.  Completely unplanned, I swear.  These things just happen.  And no, I’m not thinking aloud.  At least I don’t think so. MOVING ON I’m an ardent fan of The Voice.  Wait, make that an unapologetic groupie.  A groupie who’s faithfully watched all but the first two seasons of this reality show (that’s not my fault though, The Voice wasn’t broadcasted in Borneo when I lived there) and who sadly watched Nick Hagelin go home last night.  I adore the guy but not for the reasons you might think.  True, he’s easy on the eye, multi-talented (ex pro ballet dancer, yo) and appears to be a genuinely nice person.  Besides, which woman doesn’t find a falsetto sexy on a shredded guy? But that’s not why I’m sorry to see him go. In the last few episodes, conversations with  Nick (albeit brief) have unveiled an unusually mature and insightful soul.  I’ve been consistently and pleasantly surprised …

My Bubble & A Link-Up

Ignorance is bliss. Or am I living under a rock?   Just yesterday, I was talking to a friend about living the blogger life.  What that (purportedly) entailed and what it (realistically) didn’t.  We were throwing out names of high profiled people we both admired worshipped when I realised she’d mentioned two names, consecutively no less, completely foreign to me, and these ladies were supposedly in the upper echelons of the blogosphere.  So how was it that I had no idea of whom she spoke? CLUELESS, I WAS Which set me thinking.  I do that a lot.  Is ignorance truly bliss?  Or are we supposed to keep up with everything?  Be in the know.  Would it really  benefit us to stay in the loop?  Or are we truly better off shielded from an information overload?  The reason I’m bringing this up is evident when you sneak a peek at any social media platform.  Take Instagram.  A quick once over reveals a sea of clones.  From cups of artsy coffee, pretty ice cream cones, cute pets, …

Formally Speaking

Suits. Blazers. Jackets. Formal Wear. Formally Dressed.   For those who know me, I’d be the last person you’d associate with the stereotypical concept of formal dressing.  And I don’t blame you.  Think Sheela, think unconventional.  Unapologetic.  Flamboyant.  Formal attire (otherwise known in certain quarters as conservative wear) is the furthest thing to come to mind.  However, those who’ve known me since, say, the late 1990s, would beg to disagree.  The Sheela then worked at Ernst & Young.  As a Management Consultant who undertook feasibility studies for government departments and MNCs in, yes, 3-piece suits, pointy toe pumps, and spare pair of pantyhose in the bag. Always. #NOJUDGING Let’s press the forward button on our remotes, shall we, leaping towards the year 2000.  At a time when gimmicky titles reigned (head honcho, anyone?); refurbished shophouses were de rigueur; and, thanks to the dot com boom, when formal meant a collared tee and non ripped jeans.  Not a button-down.  Nor dress pants. CLEAN HAIR OPTIONAL Imagine how liberating that period was.  Which probably accounts for why …

Being Confident & A Link-Up | Sheela Writes

Being Confident + A Link-Up

What’s wrong with being confident? What’s wrong with being who you really are?   Nothing. Not a single thing. And if that opening line appears familiar, it’s Ms Lovato’s anthem (I love you, Demi).  If it isn’t yours yet, I urge you to give it a go listen. So, I was staring at my blank screen, seeking inspiration to craft the story behind this look.  That’s how it works actually, I look at the photographs, the location, the expressions on my face, something sparks a thought, a memory, and the writing begins.  As I was looking intensely at the laptop, I started humming the song.  Out of the blue.  Although, in my mind, I edited the lyrics a tad.  I hummed, “What’s the matter with being confident, a-haaa!“.  It runs in the family, in fact, this innate ability to revise words/names/songs, as my dad and my brother would attest.  Fact: my mother is very skilled in rebaptising people and renaming roads. I KID YOU NOT. Why the topic “confidence“, you ask? Well, as I said, …