fashion


Since when did everyone get so obsessed with fashion? I know I shouldn’t be the one asking this considering I chose my current job mainly because I don’t wanna wear a uniform and second, can’t pass out on the free clothes.

Whatever happened to the good old simple days when we used to wear the same things? A clean pair of flip flops and a nice fit jeans, they used to be trendy, they used to be the thing. I don’t even have the slightest idea how it got replaced by chunky shoes, boots, wedges and skirts (with all its kind). When did our country, made up of 7,107 islands started to become aware of fashion? Should I blame it on technology? Whoever the fuck started the #ootd hashtag surely made it trend globally and magically, a lot of our citizens own gadgets that let’s us find and view this 4 lettered hashtag.

You know what’s disturbing about this whole fashion thing is when you see 13 year olds buying tower high shoes that I can’t even afford to see my feet wearing (coz it obviously screams torture even if it gives your legs a more slender look) and I always wonder where they’re going to wear it. Funny, coz I see them wear it in malls. Should we also blame society on this one? Have we become so obsessed with looking good on the outside regardless of the occasion that we managed to fuck up this generation and turn them into young fashion wannabes? Coz as they say, what kids see adults do they do it too. Is today’s generation a mirror of what we have become? And should I really be blaming fashion for these preposterous thoughts that I’ve come up with while I was fumigating in the shower?

But you see it’s not really just 13 year olds bugging me about fashion, also women around my age. This society had gone up from boring and simple to spontaneous and obnoxious. When did these women come up with the idea that the world is our runway and that the best revenge is to look good and fabulous just in case you run into your worst enemy? Are we being so into fashion because we want to show other people how better we are than someone else? Isn’t that a little too self-centered? Selfish? Bitchy? And lastly plain pathetic! Why did fashion suddenly turn to a competition? Ok so here’s an example. I know this girl who claims to be a “fashionista” who from time to time passes by the store, strutting whatever it is she’s wearing and trying to rub it in my face how good she thinks she looks. She does this to try to bruise my ego when all she really does is increase the build up of turmoil I’m feeling inside me because all I see is just a wannabe. I know I’m being all judgmental and shit but I can’t help it, I’m sick of all these people being so obsessed with fashion and trying to be so knowledgeable about it.

I mean, why has this country become so into fashion that sometimes they lose a part of themselves slowly without even realizing it? Have we become so obsessed with dressing up that we haven’t noticed how little by little we strip off a part of our selves, as we get lost into it? I’m not gonna come clean on this one because I’ve been a part of this obsession too and is still on the recovering part. I’m not even sure if there’s a cure but, one thing I’m sure about, I’ve been wearing a lot of me lately and I feel just as fabulous as how I used to be. 

So let me end my blog post by stating this...

Style will always win over fashion!


(If you seriously don't know the difference between the two, honey, you are a wannabe!)


-Nel


Of Fork Roads and Mishaps

Shit, I'm not even sure how to start this so the first word kind of filled my point.
I've had countless of times that unconsciously slipped away when my head and hands itch to post something here. My lazy monsters still manage to control my life on some days. But, not today, yes, I say not today. So let's just get this done and over with coz I am about to exaggerate my intro.

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I have been asking myself this lately: "If you had to go back, what will you change?" My answer to that is uncertain, half of me wanted to change everything and do things the right way. But then, things wouldn't be the same now. The other half of me feels contented in a surprising way. Coz no matter how many fuck ups I've done along the way, those things honed me to being who and what I am now. If I change things and had to do it all over again, will I like what I'm fated to become? Will I still have the chance to meet the people that had become a part of me? But it just all boils down to a simple conclusion: I still don't know what I want up to now. At the age of 26, shouldn't I be able to tell and know what I want to do with my life? I feel like I've skipped the phase where you realize what dreams you wanted to turn into a reality. I've dealt with a lot of fork roads and I always manage to choose the wrong path. I am about to do that once again. By the end of this month I need to pick a choice between a realized dream or a certain future. You know what sucks the most about this, is the fact that I want it both. I've been asking for a blessing and now that it had happened, I don't even know how I'm supposed to deal with it. 

This year had been nothing but a roller coaster of blessings and bullshit. I feel like I've been solving endless conundrums and I only end up burned out everytime I try to figure out something. Shouldn't I feel lucky at this point? I am able to go through all these bullshit and turn it into a blessing.

Ok, again, I should just sit nonchalantly and wait for things to happen...


-Nel