The Perfect gentleman

Two days back I walked past Robinsons at Centrepoint and saw the window display with this in big print ‘The Perfect Gentleman’

The mannequins, on display with the hi-end price tags, seemed to be ‘shouting’ to the on-lookers that the ‘perfect gentleman’ would be one dressed similar to them.

What is perfect? No one is. I am sure guys and ladies out there once have a version of their own perfects – perfect boyfriends, perfect girlfriend, perfect husbands, perfect wives… the list goes on.

Superficial is it not? The rules of this society have subconsciously implanted that the existence of the ‘perfect’ being is one with such high exclusive tastes. That is to say, being wrapped in clothing branded with Valentino, Gucci, LV and what-nots (pardon me for the list of limited brand names, this country pumpkin here have an idea of these few names only), one can justify that he is the ‘PERFECT’ gentleman.

Comfort is the call of the day; I am pretty comfortable with my jeans and tee-shirts without having to resort to fanciful material to assert myself. Having such brands makes one no different from the cows being branded for sale.

It has all become very shallow. The mindset of high class society has deemed fit that they are above the rest of everybody else. They are willing to splurge to keep up with appearances. But then the rest of society should take the blame as well. It takes two to clap.

A recent example of such would be the arrival of a child to a local television actress. It has reached such a stage whereby the arrival of her child has called for a need to put up a press conference. Silly, you might say. But then the common folk lap it up like a man dying of thirst in the desert. At least in Singapore, the way it goes have not reached the stellar levels of Hong Kong society where the rich or famous gets into the limelight, be it good or bad.
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Back to the main topic, indeed I would not disagree that aiming for perfection is good. At least the high standards would spur our innate self to achieve what we have thought were impossible.
Go seek forth what you want, but then remember, take a break at times. Failing does not necessarily mark the end of the road. It only signifies the beginning of a new road ahead.

The phoenix rises from the ashes; from the tidal waves that have demolished countries in the Indian Ocean, a new beginning would come. For the past nine months, I had my break and I am coming back. Watch me.