I welcome myself back into blogging. I will update you of all the things that happened to me in the past few months later on. For now, let me share to you my unrequited love for
street fashion.
I do not know whether it's because of my environment that had caused me to be self-conscious on my clothes. Honestly, I dress only for the comfortability. I have a very ragged personality and I really don't know of what kind do I possess. In order to search for it, I intended to go with the flow, at first.
I started to buy fashion and lifestyle magazines like Allure, Seventeen, Vogue, Elle, Meg, Candy, and YoU. At first, I find it fun to browse by just looking at the pictures. I really find make-up and clothes as eye-candies. Since I always think that my Pops is very strict when it comes into spending money. He always tells us, me and my older brother, to save. Since I have no older sister, I have to depend on my Mum's fashion style. She always turns me those hand-downs in which I find it gross and not-so my style.
Ever since high school, I have loved
skulls and anything related to any gothic stuffs. Mum would always disapprove any clothing that has skull patterns. So, in order to fulfill my wants, I saved up my money to buy a skull-designed shirt. Mum was totally freaked out. She always tells me that skulls are for rebels and started asking
non-sense questions like I am becoming a rebel or something.
"Those skull-designed things are mine to covet."
Mum was in total paranoia when she learned that my friends started to give me voodoo doll keychains, an American Blvd. skull-patterned pink bag, skull graphic tees and other related to skull materials. I think Mum has learned to accept the way how I adored skull-designed things. Especially at my Chucks. I just love her expression. It was priceless.
I'm quitting my monologue. Moving on.
I realized that I am indeed a lady. What the hell am I saying? Surely I am a lady, both soul and body. Since I entered college, my perception into clothes had changed. One day, I was looking through my closet. Acting all-bitchy when I couldn't find any dresses, leggings, vests, cardigans, stockings, skirts and shorts. Ugh, name it. I totally needed a closet make-over.
I learned to appreciate dresses thanks to one of my high school BFFs. If it weren't into her, I'd still be wearing jeans and a plain shirt throughout all of my life. Okay, that was a bit exaggerated. Hey, I owed these things to her. She made me find for my lost love in heels and dresses. Since then, my whole world started to change.
"You should dress to impress other people. Don't be afraid to show your personality."
I welcome myself back into blogging. I will update you of all the things that happened to me in the past few months later on. For now, let me share to you my unrequited love for street fashion.
Ever since high school, I have loved skulls and anything related to any gothic stuffs. Mum would always disapprove any clothing that has skull patterns. So, in order to fulfill my wants, I saved up my money to buy a skull-designed shirt. Mum was totally freaked out. She always tells me that skulls are for rebels and started asking non-sense questions like I am becoming a rebel or something. 
