I have to write something here. And I mean I have to because he is playing soccer, or falling asleep on cocktail, and my mind has so much thoughts I would go crazy and start typing crazy all over my word document. I’ve been writing so much lately. More than ever I think. I always loved writing, but I wrote stuffs about my teddy bears and March and my best friend back then who just would not tell the world that we were best friends. And I wrote stupid emotional thoughts on another best friend who passed away when I hadn’t even seen it coming. Then for some reasons that piece got published and I felt relieved. I felt like when there were people reading my piece, I got peace in mind. That those lonely thoughts could finally be shared. But it was just dark stupid young thoughts. Now my thoughts have grown up and I cannot share them anymore.
I have so many secrets. It feels great sharing them. But I also regret sharing them the minute they come out of my mouth.
Sometime when it comes in the most critical moments, my mind just goes blank. Like when someone from a very big company called to interview me for a very important job, I just went blank. Or when I needed to comfort my aunt, who just went through something very very very sad, my mind just went blank. or when that very last moments I had to say goodbye to him at the airport, I said nothing but ‘They said my bags are too big.’ But then I turned around and said ‘I love you’. I almost forgot it.
Maybe Google should make those special glasses, so you could use it to see through someone else’ feelings. So words won’t be needed anymore. And things would just be so much clearer. But then marketing just wouldn’t work. And I won’t be able to write another article, about actual things other than my young stupid emotional thoughts.
I’ve delayed things for so long. Spending most of my free time buying furnitures for my very first house, yet I still haven’t got a proper working table. The chair is so uncomfortable, I feel like my pointy asses will round in the next few weeks. My eyes are dry from the air con and my skin is having a petition in the form of pimples! Anyways people can be mean, so I’m just gonna get over it. And I need to buy a car, and I have no idea how, and I also have to learn how to drive before that. I feel so old, and yet, I’m writing pieces about being young and free and having your own adventures in the world!
My mom and Coco Chanel would be the two women who shape my entire feminine identity with a touch of masculinity, all in the ways I talk, move, work and how I choose to put on my clothes everyday. The first things that pop up in my mind thinking of their similarities? Remove the bras, wear dresses, wide-legged pants, be comfortable, always always wear lipstick, perfume and yes, screw it, let just be myself for this entire life.
If you asked my mom what her favourite clothing brands are, she would tell you “Zaza, M&M, Mango and Louis Vuitton”. Last year when I first brought her to a Zara Shop in Singapore, she was upset because I once again wanted to waste my money in an unfamiliar brand which of course produces low quality clothes (given her previous experience with me buying 50 year old extra baggy polka dots shirt). This year, after buying about 5 dresses from Zara accidentally, it has become her favourite shop which is now for her: Zaza (Because Zara is just too complicated).
I’m going to work in a non-fashion industry tomorrow, with an outfit inspired by a photo of a young CoCo before she was Chanel, and the pants my mom just bought me from M&M. I miss her. Or I just drank too much coffee today.
I have a confession to make, I was a bit disappointed to see that I am no longer the only girl on the street wearing wide-legged pants with pearls chain hanging on my neck!
Recently relocated to Ho Chi Minh city, I’ve soon been amazed by the fashion sweetness and consciousness that the youngsters here have to offer. Forget big shopping centers with fancy oh la la brands that of course I do not want to visit (I might cry in the stores), I was such a slave for the markets here and all the goodness that you could find for just about $5- $30. So far, I visited two: Saigon Square and Ben Thanh (duh!?!), and I was only browsing because you really have to make the effort to bargain to get the best prices here. They remind me a lot of Bugis Market in Singapore (heaven on earth for poor fashion addicts). OMG!!!
Anyways, despite all the free jeans I’ve got from my previous internship with the amazing denim designer (including the vintage Levi’s vest, hello?), I think I’m ageing at the speed of light because I am no longer interested in grunge, and weird rocker, and little reckless kinda looks. 1920s and its glamourous parties, pearls, fur and waistless dresses, with matching low heels are keeping me awake at night! Have I mention The Great Gatsby is also coming soon?
I’ve found so many elegant ankle maxis, made of lace in neutral colours in these markets. Though not all of them are made of the best quality, the hunt was absolutely worth it. And it took all the shops closing for me to go home tonight (and not buying anything)!
Until my next discovery. To be inspired and fascinated by beauty is always an amazing way to end the day!
Though it is already a third way through, I feel like 2013 is still not quite here yet (I mean I am still making the list of new year revolutions, including more yoga and less cookies, given that there is no macaron here).
I love transparent. Two years ago, when bras were made to be outer-wears, loose transparent tops were seen on every single rack of retailers. But clear plastic accessory is totally a different story.
I can’t remember the last time I posted something here. But it feels too long, it feels ages away! I’ve relocated. And am listening to bad French music as I write this. It is hot during the day, cool at night and I have nothing to wear. Today, I walked pass a couple sitting in a chair in front of my building, but they didn’t say anything to each other, nor they were looking at each other. I wonder if they were fighting.
One of my most favourite pieces of fashion. So much you can do with it, dress up and down, go to work go to dinner go to a ball with it. Whatever it is you need to do, I am sure it would be perfectly fine to bring your midi with you!