My reply to that would be.. "Why stereotype the beginning, the culture of fashion with that show?" Fashion could start from the very day cavemen wore clothes. (Though, I don't really believe in the whole cavemen deal.) I really did not get the show as well, I know the basic story line, but I don't understand the plot the whole movie is revolving around. I guess, it is a joy to watch for some because of the constant socialite aura Audrey Hepburn gives off, but I totally dig Holly Golightly's fashion sense too. That's where the Little Black Dress, I believe, originated from, NOT fashion.
Holly Golightly's carefree style is simply the kind of aura females of today would like to give off with whatever they wear. The easiness she throws on a dress, and the pure focus in her eyes is simply beautiful. How can I deny that? Despite her messy and disapproving smoking, drinking and flirty habits, she is still a walking muse. Therefore, I conclude that Miss Golightly, is officially my inspiration for the aura I want to give off.
So the other day, I was at Vivo City, a fine shopping center in Singapore, and I was eating at No Signboard Restaurant, a well known seafood restaurant for my mom's birthday, apparently, she prefers eating at the one in Geylang, personally a place I do not entirely enjoy, or been to often. Click here for more info on Geylang, Singapore. The food there was simply EH-mazing. I love pepper crab a lot, so I guess that's why. It was really a filling dinner.
The plain dress and the funky restaurant carpets.
When it came to the second last dish before the dessert, there were fireworks quite promptly in view. They were from Sentosa, probably some celebration for the Resorts World Sentosa, regardless, it was beautiful, so I ran out to get a look.
To my dismay, the fireworks stopped the moment I got near enough to have a full view of Sentosa. I began snapping pictures with the background as scenery, but none of them were never nice/good/anonymous enough to be considered THE picture. THE first picture I would post on this BUHlog. This was IT.
Looking out onto the world as I climb the stairs of life.
Lit to the top.
It was the most beautiful yet undefined shot taken with my LG Prada (I am not boasting in anyway, this phone is not worth the price, even worse, I don't OWN a camera!) I like taking photos, but I've never been quite good at a nice ME angle, or what tweens and teens today call 'CAMWHORE', but I would get better.
Maybe you haven't noticed why I picked this picture. It was a casual dinner actually, my sister wore knee length shorts! Everyone was informal xcept me. My purpose? To take a picture of my one in a million perfectly loved outfit. Yes, yes, it's nothing much. Just a plain dress, stockings and black platforms.
It ISN'T much, but it is the one of the very few clothes selections I love when put together, and the angle of the feet is the bonus! I didn't even know I was doing that!
After that overlooking of 'Ze world beforez meez', I went to MNG. YEP. The made for average females retail outlet (Not that average females are bad, I just meant that It would not be those high end stuff most people would be on the edge of their seats to read). I saw this beautiful plaid nearly-knee length dress. It was the most outrageously wanted dress on my list of impulse love.
I didn't buy it of course. My dad promised me a spree sometime next month, and I'm saving for my dream wallet, so as impulsive as I tend to get, I refrain as best as I cant. It is this beautiful long sleeve boyfriend-tee-like dress. It goes well with black stockings (Have you realized my obsession with stockings?).
So yep, basically, come to Vivo City whether you're a foreigner or not. It has so much fun stuff, but do get a good look at the map. After going there nearly more than 50 times, I still get lost. Like Ion, but that's a whole other story.
Yours.
C
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(Warning!: The following continuation of this post is strictly personal, read only if you want to!)
Dear No one,
I am quite sad. It is evident that no one quite gets the humor I have. Nobody really knows my stuff. Nobody GETS ME! It's so miserable seeing how so many popular people with a good life, can have good friends. I don't. Sometimes, it feels like everyone's left me, and when I'm gone, they'll just carry on. They won't mourn. They'll just gasp and wish my family members how sorry they are or something. This really sucks.
I want to be home schooled in Singapore.
I want to have friends who GET me.
I want to have good friends who would STAY friends for like life!
I want the impossible.
Sighing,
Me
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