You know you're obsessed with The Sartorialist when...

you're wearing opaque navy blue tights (most of you would refer to them as pantyhose but I call them tights) for the first time in three years because they're all that seems to come to mind when you think Autumn '06. Even though Autumn doesn't exist in Malaysia.

you drag all your nice jeans to the tailors to get them altered so they fit your height.

you can barely keep yourself from drooling when you flip open a local magazine to find that the current Ralph Lauren collection (you know- the one that wants to be Dior Homme) have arrived.

even though it's swealtering hot under the Malaysian sun, you're dying for the softest slim cut leather jacket.

skinny grey pants don't look that bad. In fact, where can I find a decent pair in this town?

all the heels you wear are round toed and super high, or ballet flats.

you carry a camera everytime you go to the city just in case you spot a Sartorialist worthy outfit.

you're not that afraid to experiment with style anymore.

Anyway, I'm blogging from the Bofi office. There isn't much for me to do yet and all my co-workers are busy with their own shiznit. I'm not sure if the company allows for my blogging fun but I really couldn't help myself - the computer is on my desk you see. You can't exactly keep an internet addict like me away from it for more than a couple of minutes.

Unless something interesting is on HBO. Let's hope there's something good on HBO tonight. Oh god, it's a Friday night and I'm going to be curled up in front of the telly watching HBO like an old biddy.