5 or 6 years ago, my sister Melanie would tell me I had no fashion sense.
These days, my flatmates are actively seeking my advice and opinions on what they wear. Strange feeling. When have I ever been an authority on anything? For example, Marissa wanted to wear a red dress with black tights and black heels, with a wide white belt around her waist. I told her she can't wear a white belt with black leggings and shoes, and now she's not going to wear the outfit anymore. She had been planning to wear it out on Saturday and wants to look beautiful in order to tantalise the guy in her taekwondo club who she has a crush on. And the other night Shani was deciding what to wear to her thesis presentation and I had to tell her she couldn't wear a grey striped shirt with a beige skirt and we finally settled on a black skirt, a white shirt, with a black vest and black shoes, which I thought looked perfect. (I'm lending her the shirt and skirt.) Maybe I could forge a career in fashion... um... in Asian fashion...  ¶ 10:41