Sunday, April 19, 2009
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Mom: When are you gonna change your specs? The lenses looks badly scratched.
Boy: When I have the moolah to buy a Prada frame. There's one I saw which is kinda stylish.
Mom: *thinks seriously* mmm...why do you need all that? Are you not confident of the way you look? You look great, seriously. The juxtaposition of features I gave you makes a complete good look altogether.
Boy: *thinks to himself* Seriously?
Rei Kawakubo and Frida Giannini gives me inspiration in their designs, so I thought that's why I love their creation so much. Then again, that might just be the epidermal reason which everyone on the street and fans of urban chic see.
A revelation. I had re-think the alpha of this dunamis of fashion interest. It probably happened when I was still that geeky kid in primary school, fascinated by my aunt's Fendi monogram pencil skirt from more than a decade ago, then her first vernis porchette in cream white....I began to find out more, and the interest grew, till I had my first indulgence; a pair of burberry shades.
Then again, I couldn't deny that insecurity kicks in. After high school, I was still that geeky and fat guy who looked like I was 23 when I'm only 16. Trust moi for that, it sucks a whole loads. Confidence to me then was divided into two; physical confidence and personality confidence. I only had the latter. Well, and that still lasts till now. Physical confidence? It's like bipolar. It's there, then it's not.
I proceed on to work a lil harder, invested a lil more on labels and fash mags. When Stuart Vevers took over, I saw his first collection and instantaneously fell in love with one of the wallet. Well, I got it in the end then regretting a wee bit that I didn't get the graphite Marc Jacobs created.
Well yes, I'm insecure; not confident of the way I dress and the way I look. I do get fabulous comments at times, but I mean, pleasing it might sound, I do not entirely believe it. I still don't, and prolly will not for a while.
I just don't see that "juxtaposition of features given making a complete good look". To me, it's not great, not good, not downright bad, but bad enough to make me inconfident about it.
Lamenting doesn't help..but idk what else can be done about it. Mom took me shopping at Uniqlo. Prolly she's trying to help make me feel better =|
Boy: When I have the moolah to buy a Prada frame. There's one I saw which is kinda stylish.
Mom: *thinks seriously* mmm...why do you need all that? Are you not confident of the way you look? You look great, seriously. The juxtaposition of features I gave you makes a complete good look altogether.
Boy: *thinks to himself* Seriously?
Rei Kawakubo and Frida Giannini gives me inspiration in their designs, so I thought that's why I love their creation so much. Then again, that might just be the epidermal reason which everyone on the street and fans of urban chic see.
A revelation. I had re-think the alpha of this dunamis of fashion interest. It probably happened when I was still that geeky kid in primary school, fascinated by my aunt's Fendi monogram pencil skirt from more than a decade ago, then her first vernis porchette in cream white....I began to find out more, and the interest grew, till I had my first indulgence; a pair of burberry shades.
Then again, I couldn't deny that insecurity kicks in. After high school, I was still that geeky and fat guy who looked like I was 23 when I'm only 16. Trust moi for that, it sucks a whole loads. Confidence to me then was divided into two; physical confidence and personality confidence. I only had the latter. Well, and that still lasts till now. Physical confidence? It's like bipolar. It's there, then it's not.
I proceed on to work a lil harder, invested a lil more on labels and fash mags. When Stuart Vevers took over, I saw his first collection and instantaneously fell in love with one of the wallet. Well, I got it in the end then regretting a wee bit that I didn't get the graphite Marc Jacobs created.
Well yes, I'm insecure; not confident of the way I dress and the way I look. I do get fabulous comments at times, but I mean, pleasing it might sound, I do not entirely believe it. I still don't, and prolly will not for a while.
I just don't see that "juxtaposition of features given making a complete good look". To me, it's not great, not good, not downright bad, but bad enough to make me inconfident about it.
Lamenting doesn't help..but idk what else can be done about it. Mom took me shopping at Uniqlo. Prolly she's trying to help make me feel better =|
Are You Ga(me)?, 11:05 AM.
Saturday, April 04, 2009
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People lack magnanimity. Think about it, when you're carrying many shopping bags after your shopping spree and you're desperately trying to get on a crowded train, the first reaction from people standing at the door would most probably be a "are-you-kidding-me" look plastered on their foundation chalked face.
Well this could be an example gone wrong. What if, you're the one standing at the door and this other person carrying tons of paper bags from the previous Mont Blanc sale wants to very much squeeze into the packed train? Enough of the abstract talk. I'm facing this magnanimity issue over here.
Don't judge me yet, but I can't forget or forgive that I've already boarded the ship not headed to my destination. Despite efforts trying to get off that ship, I actually found myself enjoying to be on bored the ship. Bye for now, i think. I've got to go save myself from that ship and be magnanimous to the captain who lured me on board. Else, I can mesmerize the captain to get him to bring me to where I want to go.
Au revoir, I've gotta go figure...
Well this could be an example gone wrong. What if, you're the one standing at the door and this other person carrying tons of paper bags from the previous Mont Blanc sale wants to very much squeeze into the packed train? Enough of the abstract talk. I'm facing this magnanimity issue over here.
Don't judge me yet, but I can't forget or forgive that I've already boarded the ship not headed to my destination. Despite efforts trying to get off that ship, I actually found myself enjoying to be on bored the ship. Bye for now, i think. I've got to go save myself from that ship and be magnanimous to the captain who lured me on board. Else, I can mesmerize the captain to get him to bring me to where I want to go.
Au revoir, I've gotta go figure...
Are You Ga(me)?, 3:04 PM.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
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Life's so bored. Like...everything is just so bored.
Things that I wna do I can't find the energy to do. I'm like perpetually tired. Esp over what happened on Saturday. Mulling over it is definitely not the solution, but I just can't help it. Besides, there's another that I see everyday whom I've the same view towards. Crossing boundaries that I ain't supposed to cross, agreeing to favours that seem so ridiculous to others. Call it desperation, it prolly is as such.
Things that I wna do I can't find the energy to do. I'm like perpetually tired. Esp over what happened on Saturday. Mulling over it is definitely not the solution, but I just can't help it. Besides, there's another that I see everyday whom I've the same view towards. Crossing boundaries that I ain't supposed to cross, agreeing to favours that seem so ridiculous to others. Call it desperation, it prolly is as such.
Are You Ga(me)?, 9:24 PM.
