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[Thursday, June 5th, 2008 7:59pm] |
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Here's to Yves Saint Laurent, fashion genius of all time.
I don't get people sometimes.
This obsession with brand and the current trends... Being "fashionable and stylishly dressed" should mean being clad in the latest trends, definitely, but one has to be comfortable in what she's wearing. Gladiator sandals may the the current "it" footwear but if you don't cut it, you don't cut it honey. No matter how pretty those shoes are, if they're eating away at your skin and your face screams bloody murder, those lovelies are better off in someone else's wardrobe. Why can't people understand that the latest trends have to be followed with discretion? If it's ugly on you, accept it. It it kills you, forget about it. There ARE other shoes out there you know.
There was this girl who had on some cute shoes given the right shoes but ohmygod how she was slammed - because it was brandless. Look, not everyone was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and there are people clad in Miu Mius that does NOTHING to their appearance. This obsession with brands, with the mindset that you must be wearing Prada shades/Diane von Furstenberg dresses/Manolo Blahnik shoes/all 3... fashion should be celebrated, appreciated, learned... not followed blindly. You can be worth a grand total of a gabazillion dollars but I don't see the point if you still look horrible anyway.
I think it's the "following blindly" part that irks me the most because everyone deserves to look good and feels good in her own skin but feels pressure to don on what everyone else seems to be wearing because it is "cool" and "in". What's cool to me if is you can mix and mash up different eclectic pieces together and blow the minds off everybody else and then everyone thinks you look expensive. But HAH they're fooled because not everything on you costs a bomb and you look stunning anyway. Such people are fashion icons, knowing how to pair their clothes and not giving a shit about the trends that don't flatter them. Come on just because that male model happened to be wearing a bow with his shirt on the runway doesn't mean every single Singaporean dude here can carry that off right?
So open your eyes, girls. Stop squeezing into too-small clothes, too-tight shoes just because they have on a much-adored label. Stop trying to be everyone else. If we needed 10 million pairs of Olsen twins/triplets/quintuplets/septuplets/okayidontknowanymore, if we needed clones, you would have been told.
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[Wednesday, June 4th, 2008 5:45pm] |
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I thought it was stupid but I take back my words. It is possible to keep falling in love with someone over and over and over again.
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[Wednesday, June 4th, 2008 5:15pm] |
"Dia ingat ada kon*k dah cukup, nak kahwin tak payah duit. Bodoh!" - My mother's response to an article in the newspaper regarding a man, broke I might add, who wants his current wife to grant him permission to remarry.
(Read: "He thinks it's enough that he has a di*k, he doesn't need money to get married. Stupid!" )
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[Monday, June 2nd, 2008 7:19pm] |
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What I've learnt in the last half hour is that:
1) In rare cases, panic attacks last an hour.
2) You can't die from a panic attack.
3) Basically, when you're facing an attack you basically have to keep calm. Which is a bloody irony and much harder than you think it is. Imagine this: when you're having an attack, you can't possible breathe and you heart is thumping against your chest in a rhythm the world's craziest drummer would be proud of. How do you keep calm when your brain is convinced you are gonna die?
4) Alternatively, you can breathe into a paper bag.
5) It can lead to a panic disorder, which then becomes a mental disorder.
6) You cannot ever anticipate an attack.
Marvellous, just marvellous. Only my second time and it lasted a gruelling one hour, the longest hour that I'll never ever forget. A natural pessimist, I'd do a full body check up if I had the cash... you never know what it could be. My doctor was calm though, as if it happens to every Tom, Dick or Harry on a regular basis. I basically can't have caffeine, have to breathe into paper bags when the need arises and am on medication to be consumed as and when needed (read: when the body decides the heart should do some racing, the hands should do some shaking and cramping up, and the windpipe should constrict). He mentioned causes such as stress which really amazed me because as compared to the A-level period, I'm considered pretty relaxed!
It's kind of scary actually, I now live with a phobia that I could stop breathing anytime.
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[Saturday, May 31st, 2008 5:10pm] |
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What makes you think quality time was all about money?
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