sometimes I'll meet new people, and just sometimes we'll talk about what we do, where we'll school at and tell each other more about ourselves.
In the conversations, we'll probably touch about how much I love clothes, fashion, fabrics and being a little arty with my random projects.
When I tell people that I went to fashion school once upon a time,
I might get replies that goes
"oohh... that explains why you're always dressed so well"
I'm not very sure how I'd react to that comment.
It's a mindless reply aimed at niceties.
I'm sure, it probably was meant to be a compliment. But truly, I think it came off wrong.
Wrong?
Yep. You got it.
Since I'm down with the flu bug, my nose is crying and my eyes are stinging from being sick…and I'll assume that i'm going to be muddled with my sentences, therefore I shall try to be less wordy
Statement.
Being equipped with an education in fashion, does not MEAN that you have a flair for dressing up to look good.
Question.
Assuming that my parents did not agree to me pursuing my interest in fashion, would that have made me a bad dresser with no flair?
Looking at my sister, I think she's pretty stylish without having to go into fashion school.
zzz
Aptitude
aptitude
ˈaptɪtjuːd/
noun
a natural ability to do something.
"children with an aptitude for painting and drawing"
The progression to pursue an interest and learn the technicalities based on aptitude and interest.
In fashion school I learnt to refine my sewing skills, widen my repertoire and improved what I already have a flair for.
Come on, you could go to fashion school, and still dress like shit. It's a non guaranteed!
Alternatively, you can also NOT go to fashion school, and still have an awesome flair for fashion!
My grandma cooks awesome and delicious food. Does that mean that she went for culinary lessons?
I also went to business school. Does that guarantee that i'm going to be a multi million business owner?
Bill Gates and Steve Jobs dropped out of school, what makes them who they are today based on the same "ohhhh no wonder" theory?
The statement does not make sense at all.
That's why it annoys me.
I know i'm nitpicking for the fun of it.
I also think i'm just being cranky today because my nose hurts from too much tissue abrasion.
But yeah, talent does not equate to education.
It is also dependent on a lot of other stuff!
But first, let me credit it to the big guy up there who gifted me with these qualities/flairs/aptitude.
The parents who allowed me to enhance my talents and equipped me with guts and a superb esteem to dare to dress as I deem fit.
and finally the school that showed me a broader horizon.
Attending school, I can finally explain backed up with proper theories about why something looks odd, weird or ugly, when previously without training, it would just be as simple as my internal organs says no ~ That looks horrible because my internal system screams yucks! and revolted by doing some intestine flips.
Backed by qualifications, it give me a bonus when arguing about technicalities, should there be a dispute. But that's about it.
Lastly, the non complimenting compliments that I received, that sparked this weird, weird grumbly post.
hahaha.
Alright i'm done.
I hope to recover before the weekends, and shall spend quiet time to mend clothes that requires some attention.
I decided that today is an awesome day to formally introduce the animals in house to each other.
Mainly Trixie and mama (since bunny eccentrically has no love for new and exciting stuff, I usually leave him be)
The introduction went pretty well!
Here I am, sitting between the meow and the woof like a chaperone, while they go on with their conversations.
Pleased!
However the babies are an entirely new story to tell!
Their duel reaction was dramatically painful.
All the fur raising and spitting drama
I was shredded up barely 2 minutes of introducing them. :/
Legend of the scaredy meow-verines .
This picture looked like a mini spoof for wolverine from xmen.
It doesn't look too bad until it's bath time, then cat scratches distinguishes itself between scratches of everything else.
Muahahaha *evil laughter*
Whichever case, scratches are scratches.
My previous one was from Blackie the clumsy cutie.
I was perched on the edge of the sofa, and he typically wanted to sit on my lap.
Jumped up the sofa, lost his footing as he stepped onto my thighs, and went down with his claws attempting to cling on to me.
Ouch?
This was taken the day after.
I'm like a seasoned scratching post.
I was selecting pajamas for the mother and taking pictures of the short listed items through whatsapp, and her first reply to me was
"What happened to your leg"
My mom's eyes are super sharp!
Nothing escapes her eyes when I was a kid. :(
I seriously would have been more excited with the selection of clothings more than the scratch on the daughter. Lol.
But that's just mom.
That's also why when you feel like being defiant, just spend a day out with the mother without ironing my outfit, the creases all 360 degrees is enough to drive her nuts.
Mademoiselle mommy is super detailed, bordering on the point of OCD!
Aesthetics means so much to her, it sort of counter explains why I always need to dress up "dress up" whenever I leave home.
Therefore, I'm not vain.
It's just that I've been programmed and overly emphasized by the mother that she won't love me/ I will have no friends, if I leave the house looking frumpy and never iron my clothes, since the start of time.
Hurhurhur.
I am how poor thing ;(
Jokes aside,
I shall end the post of the 3 charged with accidental scratching.
Suspect A
Suspect B
Suspect C
In conclusion, despite my love for all animals,
I think dogs are safer than cats for me.
Guinea pigs are my top choice, followed by dogs.
Trixie only leave tiny dotted bruises on me whenever she propels herself off me in her excitement declaration of "I love you" by placing the front of her paws on me.
Cats are scratch hazardous.
Bunny hates being affectionate, so long as I don't attempt to cuddle him, I'm absolutely safe.
Usually it's the ophan kittens treated like scraps.
Mommy cat is pregnant and her 2 babies are approximately 3-4 months old.
As usual, cats just detest dogs. Therefore my foster babies are putting up in my toilet until things get friendlier.
In the meantime, borrowing the brother's toilet whenever I remember to.
I miss my Garfields because they are more "niap" by nature even though the ones in my toilet are human friendly, but nothing beats how human affectionate Garfields are in general as a cat breed.
Always reaching out to touch me whenever they can.
How not to love them
Randomly selecting pictures of blackie, Bambi and Toots to reminisce.
It's like swimming against sea currents, the precise moment when you will wish for an imaginary hands to pluck you off from all that swim paddling and just plonk you back to land.
And yet I often marvel wonder at the strength mustered from within, to swim back ashore. The survival instincts.
Well, I'd say that when you set sights on your destination, and your heart is locked on, you'll just keep paddling, no matter how tough it feels at the moment.
Just because the urge to Iive and survive is stronger than the rational to give up and drown?
But it's true. I learnt that the first time I was swept off by the current.
Just keep swimming.
Everything would just be alright, plus there's the board that you can cling on dearly to.
Hunted for my new white cropped top that daddy just brought back for me from my collection, and it's nowhere to be found!
#Omgpapaya!
It's so frustrating that I practically cleared up the entire room, and it's still missing!
The last I saw it was a week ago when I tossed it aside when it did not fit/matched what I was wearing on Sunday.
I must be really nuts to even be writing this down here, but really, can't be the ghosties fogging my sight right!
#frustrated20140807
#goodnightworld
On other thoughts, was flipping through Instagram and I noticed top "fashionista" showing off their latest splurge.
Everyday different outfit and nothing repeats.
It's as if they would not wear their clothes twice. Even if the skirt could be matched with another top for an interesting combination.
Errrr... If you think you really rock fashion, shouldn't you be able to mix and match various items from Stone Age coordinated with something in trend now?
As opposed to wearing a different outfit just because you think money can buy you style?
Fashion really doesn't work this way!
You wouldn't be fashionista, but rather just transitional clothes hanger, and if you're up for it, model!
