No one can be that shallow! Can they?

On the way to find my VIP Duty Free Shopping Card

The first time I went overseas, I was a baby wearing a raggy old cloth nappy, discarded shorts and a singlet nestled in the arms of my mother on a Qantas flight bound for Sydney. The government would not pay extra for a seat by myself, albeit it I could’t sit up properly at the time. And my only humble possession at that time was my only baby photo glued to a piece of paper titled “Entry VISA”

I was still in a dire state the next time I left the country. I wore ratty old jeans I bought 70% off, an old t-shirt that I wore at least two times a week to uni and I wore these really old trainers I bought at some warehouse sale in the outer suburbs. I didn't have a passport and had to sign up for one, I had one credit card and a horrendous wallet that was falling apart at the seams and I carried all of this in a bright red Puma bag I used everyday for three years at uni. And to make sure I was on time, my father gave me a free watch he acquired some years earlier where minutes hand couldn't defy gravity and kept on missing ten minutes out of the hour. The next time I went travelling, it was more comfortable. I flew further than I have ever been before and I made sure that I made all the connecting flights with my darling Cartier. I keep my passport safe in my Dior bag and my money and credit cards stowed in my Louis Vuitton wallet. I had comfortable Lacoste trainers on and to ensure I did not freeze in the daunting European weather, plenty of Merino wool sweaters.

This time when I am travelling, I have no where to go and no one to see, only merely to just leave the country for a few weeks. And with that, I am departing the country wearing extremely comfortable jeans I bought a little boutique in Darlinghurst, a fashionable polo shirt with my leather jacket draped over my arms. And in the other, I am going to carry my Gucci duffle which will hold my Prada loafers until I can change into thongs on the plane. To ensure I am not running around, a new Dior chronograph watch will keep up my pace. And when I get there, I am going to just slip into my ridiculously expensive Egyptian cotton pyjamas and just lay around the luxurious five star resort.

Such is life.

posted by tykang @ 11/28/2006 10:57:00 PM 2 comments

On the way to complete my lay-by

There is a period of my life where I do not seem to remember much of. It was of the early days, a blur of childhood, primary school and a few glimpses of high school. An activity here and an event there, but that is pretty much all I can recall. However, things start to pick up during my university days, but even now that is starting to wear thin. I call this period of my life BC - Before Cartier.

During the BC period, I felt as though I was simply coasting through life, unaware of what is available in the world and the oppoturnities that it holds. I was never taught to dream, have asipirations or even derive inspiration - these are all traits that I have learnt and developed post BC. And to me, these are extremely powerful tools that everyone can use and ones that I am constantly preaching because I don't want to see people still living in the BC ages.

I don't think I have reached a level of sophistication yet that allows me to fully convey and articulate my ideas. Looking back at the history of this blog, I can see the changes that have happened to me post BC. For me now, I want to be seen as a leader and driver of ideas, ideals and idealisation. I want to be an insipiration to those that can't find any and an aspiration to those that don't know where to go.

What drove me to leave the BC world behind was the completion of my university course. The manifestation of hard work, planning, and years struggle now rests on my left wrist as my Cartier. The completion of my post-graduate course now heralds a new era of thinking, direction and motivation. I call it AD - After Dior.

posted by tykang @ 11/07/2006 09:22:00 AM 2 comments