HONESTLY.. i can't get enough of how adorable a pair of high-heeled Mary Janes looks, or how exquisite leather ankle boots are.. or just how cute fancy flip-flops seems.. me and my roommate share a shoerack, but the amount of footwear piled on it gives a picture that there's 3 or 4 persons staying in the room, hehe. I have a keen eye for unusual things so am always on the look out for the perfect mules, or the right shade of silver sandals.. or.. hehe, yes, i could go on and on, but i guess i better not. I think the right shoes gives just the right finish to an outfit, just like a cherry on top of the dollop of cream to perfect a cake. Logically, the shoes is the last thing your gaze would drop on when looking at a person, and the ending perfects the beginning,so if your suit looks good, why spoil it with a pair of beaten up,ratty loafers?
Bags are altogether a different matter.It directs the look you are aiming your outfit at. Matching a studded leather bag with your usual t-sirt and jeans definitely looks different than matching it with a flowery canvas bag. As the great fashion designer for Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacobs once said, and i quote, "A handbag gives an outfit a sense of purpose"-that sums up the relevance of bag just about right.
People might wonder how to coordinate their wardrobe with accessories, and some even think that those who does it flawlessly keeps a journal or diagram of what goes with what! Oh well, i'd say that, when you have the flair, you have it, or you don't, then believe me, it shows.. that's why it's called "fashion sense", it's either your outfit makes sense.. or it doesn't at all!
The fact that some people hide behind the reason that they don't care what other people think of their appearance, therefore they don't dress nicely, is totally absurd to me. I mean, who's asking you to dress to impress others? Dress to impress yourself, show some appreciation to your ownself, you're stuck with being you, for goodness sake, so might as well enjoy being yourself. You choose to be in the state that you are and when you visualize the thought that you don't think highly of yourself by wearing ridiculuos clothes, it will sooner get to you that you are not worthy of your own attention, and sooner you'll be letting go of the only thing that is given to you-life.
A song from My Chemical Romance (my favourite band,btw) goes along these lines "You get what everyone else gets, You get a lifetime.."so what i'd say is, chances don't ever differentiate us from others, but our choices-they darn well do. So choose life. choose to be you. choose to make yourself happy. now go get those funky sneakers you've been eyeing for years.. haha..
enjoy the holidays..

- Light and Darkness, Black and White -

My teacher once wrote this on the board :
There's no need to light a night light,
On a night like tonight.
Because a night light
is just a slight light,
On a night like tonight.

Hmm.. makes you wonder what kind of night is that.. because night is equated with darkness but this one needs no light.. it's The Night.. what am I trying to imply here? well.. sometimes ordinary things that have absolutely no extravagant face value can turn to the most memorable thing ever with a single,slight change.It's funny how fate is like a jigsaw puzzle: whenever you switch or lost a piece it would change it's shape altogether.And it would never be the same.Memorable, as i've stated can be either positive or negative, but i would like to say that it's a good mixture of both. Why? Do you know that after a while, you will find that the happy things will sadden you while the sad things will make you happy? Basically,what i'm trying to say is you won't know what it's happy when you've never tasted sadness. You'll never know love if you don't know hate. Yes, we all hate the fact that black isn't just black, nor white is ever white.. but it's the way things are and you can't get away from it.
Ambiguity is mind-numbing and it leaves you in cold lonely wonder, but it strikes you when the time is really right for you to understand what life is about and how you should live it to the fullest.. i guess mine happened when it was my 'graduation day' after SPM ended in Form 5.. ironic how graduation is the climax of your scholastic endeavours.. but then after that it doesn't quiet matter at all.. it's the happiest and saddest day of school. It was even more intense for me because it was my birthday.I had never celebrated my birthday with friends before(people born in December don't get much presents)so it was a big thing to me.. end of SPM exams, graduation, my birthday,parting with friends, teachers, school.. i actually felt like i had to paste a smile on my face that day.. i was SUPPOSSED to be happy, well, i got good grades, great fiends, presents, chocholates and stuffs.. but there's something else that i wish for.. sometimes i hate myself for wanting more.. it feels like i'm not thankful enough.. i know that i'm so blessed.. i hate the fact that it's human nature to aspire for the better because it feels like i am greedy. I guess i could be a bit hard on myself at times.However, i THINK IT'S ALRIGHT TO WANT MORE, IT KEEPS YOU GOING ON, KEEPS YOUR HOPES UP, AND KEEPS YOU ALIVE.Perhaps the question is time.. and that is, of course, out of our control. The resolution? Do everything you do whole-heartedly: play hard, work hard, take risks,laugh and cry as hard as you can.. so you'll know what it feels like, and would never taste regret because it haunts and seeps into your mind, and will later depress you. Sometimes you have to die inside to be more alive,and well, obviously, it will hurt, but it will heal, and with it will come experience = priceless..

sweet nothings

Back in primary school, i had such a aweet tooth that i'll end up having at the very least one kind of sweet confectionary during recess.I love chocolates, but my ultimate weakness would be cakes.. yum.. just thinking about it makes me want to dash of to Secret recipe.. in my previous scholl, there was like a good pile of cooking books, and i was a sucker for picture books so i really enjoy thumbing through them. Baking is the most zen activity ever, and i actually had a daydream of setting up a bakery which made cakes exactly how the purchaser want them to be like.. even if they want zany toppings like anchovies.. or slimy, green lime jelly, haha. I think moulding pulut kuning and rendang together into a round cake shape would be interesting. So far,I THINK the best that i could make is carrot cake. My dad used to put on his annoying sceptical face everytime i serve something i made myself, but the day after the cake was finished, he told my mum he wanted me to bake another. I,of course,love bullying him when i can, and so urged him to get a dozen of eggs from the grocer.He hates getting out of the house when he's so comfortable in his it's-Sunday-and-i-don't-want-to do-anything mode, but he bolted to the grocer right off so i can bake the cake as soon as possible.
I think i love all these confectioneries and baked goods because of the fact that my childhood is filled with reading Enid Blyton and all sorts of picture books which illustrates and describes all these sinfully sweet goodies that really did tap my imagination. I am so glad of the fact that i had an awfully good, naughty and clumsy kind of childhood beacuse the memories are just priceless. I could still remember moulding plasticine into buns and doughnuts for my dolls' and teddy bears' tea party.. or playing 'camping' outside, climbing up the trees to pick weird kind of fruits and getting spankings for tearing my clothes to shreds.. or spending an hour locked outside for not getting home before seven o'clock in the evening.~sigh~ those were the days.. most of my childhood i thought of adulthood as cool and totally free of anything, but on the last day of standard six.. i actually felt kind of empty as i stare at the ceiling and think of the days to come.Everything's going to change, and i'm excited, but at the same time a little bit scared and sad because people are not going to stay the same way as we first met them, and this could be for the better or the worse..
i know that people say sometimes i think too much.. but at times i don't at all (false, beacause actually i'm refusing to entertain the thought) .. but i can't help it, it's just me. It's alright to realize that you're a little different, take you as you are and enjoy the fact that everyone's unique.. and that there's a special someone who'll appreciate you for being just you.. nice thought,eh?