Note To Self: GET A LIFE!!!

I wonder if I've ever mentioned the fashion designers I have gotten acquainted with.

OK, so we have the sweet, charming Designer.S, who has graduated from one of Malaysia's revered arts and design college (well, at least that is what I have mostly heard anyway). His designs are ever so honest and quite understated but has quality and an interesting undertone of eccentricity to it; clothes that i would personally love to see a fashion forward female adorn. And then we have another homegrown talent, Designer R Bling; his designs are somewhat predictable, so much so it borders on being safe but they're consistently well-tailored much like the work of Laura Bennett's (Project Runway USA: Season 3). His pieces are almost always finished with embellishments of his favorite choice of trinket, Swarowkski crystals, creating a touch of classy ellegance. Encased in a delightfully quaint pre-war residential lot, his couture house is a sight to behold. Upon nightfall, the vicinity oozes Parisian charm and this little boutique with mannequins displaying the designer's finest stands out under warm lights, peeking through its glass front doors and windows, halting onlookers prying for a closer look. This was exactly what happened to Cookies and Cakes and I while driving through the lane during night time (OMG, is this been like the umpteenth time i am mentioning this character in my entries??? Owh, never mind, one has decided that, under false pretences at least, that he has indeed become one's illegitimate husband) .

Anyway, Cookies and Cakes (not again, dang!!! time to find a proper boyfriend) and I got acquainted with Designer R Bling during one of our journey to find good food around the island and thanks to my best friend's extensive network of peers with mutual interests, we also found out Designer R Bling cooks!!! A few months later (or was it a year or so?) we met Designer R Bling again in Draghouse and this time the pleasantries exchange became a little more cosy *wink* and the most recent meet up ended in an invitation to his birthday bash.

"Its gonna be a barbecue party," he said.
"Oh ok, that's cool. Got dress code ah?" (excuse the Manglish), i enquired.
"Smart casual lah..." he replied.
Designer engaged in bit more trivial conversation.
*scurries off to meet Le Boyfriend*

Cookies and Cakes and I exchanged intrigued looks, "Did that just happen???" or so, that was the look he was giving me. From traces of disbelief it went to excitement and then to a note of anxiety. Gift!!! F*%K!!!
"OK, time to think, what shall we get him....errrmmm, errrrmmmm, let's come up with ideas and then we shall discuss and go gift hunting."
"Why do i even bother," i told myself, "It's not like Cookies and Cakes wouldn't figure this out, besides, i will help with the 'hunting'," i was always blank when it comes for suggestions for birthday presents. Cookies and Cakes was the man to go to with these sort of qualms, he was always so competent and right on the dot with his recommendations (i have no social life; Cookies and Cakes this, Cookies and Cakes that, why don't I just name the blog 'Cookies AND Cakes: Rants Of A Best Friend') .

The party itself was rather simplistic, laidback, executed very effortlessly and still managed to feel rather intricate and well thought of. Laid out in a frivolous manner, the host was rather gracious in welcoming me (i arrived UN-fashionably late and yes, its true, Cookies and Cakes did not drive me there, for once) to an array of grilled meat, wine (it was cheap wine, but it was nevertheless wine) and a heavenly concoction of 'porky' goodness. I was in a phase whereby my stomach has shrunken and it can't seem to hold quantities of food like it used to (due to portion control and healthy eating in an effort to lose weight) and so managed to merely sample the food. The night ended, wait..... (we adjourned elsewhere), the party, right the party..... ended, on a cheerful note with the birthday boy (one is referring to his not-so-innocent, childlike demeanour we got to witness that night) opening his gifts and thanking his friends and some newfound company (Cookies and Cakes and I) for the gift we bore. We left the place, thanking him and his friends for the honestly enjoyable company and time well-spent.

"Told'ca u should come," Cookies and Cakes affirms his trust on the host for being exceptionally tactful in his attempt to throw a proper birthday bash.
"Ya ya, i am glad i did, so we're adjourning to Holy Lounge???" truth be told, i was looking forward to more alcohol.
"Ya, Stylish Foreigner (hereafter shall be known as Brian Look Alike) is there with his boyfriend and his best friend."

"Owh crap," i thought, "i am going to stand face-to-face with Intimidation itself". I don't blame Brian Look Alike, its me, the pathetic, undeserving me, whom gets to mingle with high status socialites. I should just sulk into one corner (one was horribly clad that night and horribly clad in branded apparel; testament that true style isn't about billboarding labels) and wait for my demise. More wine??? Ahhh, yes, Cookies and Cakes tended to that with a glass of white wine *sips* and one was feeling better with the warm welcome Brian Look Alike gave me. He even managed to invite me to shake up the dance floor, but, alas, my clothes weighed me down and i was not about to appear even more unattractive. We had another bottle of white wine (one wishes not to reveal gut-wrenching tales of being stranded in a lounge with alcohol that a ruddy plastic couldn't pay for; if only a pair of scissors was in possesion), we left a couple of hours shy to dawnbreak, both satisfied with the amount of alcohol in our bloodstream and thankful that Brian Look Alike was there to save the day (i ought to give him a hug).

I am missing the dinner parties at Cookies and Cakes' place (sigh, i really wish we were sexually attracted to each other; note to self: GET A LIFE!!!).

Roast Chicken???
Indian Scrumptiousness???
More Mouth-Watering Vegan Deals???
An All-Cake Affair???
WHAT NEXT???? ARRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!