Obsessions

I realised that I've been posting a little more frequently on this blog.

It's either because:

1) Way too many things have been going on lately and I have so much to say to that.

2) I'm lonely and I now talk to my blog because I can't talk to my wall.

It should be the first one...I think.

I was reading through my old posts and it makes me want to scratch my eyes out (and put them back later) because ugh, my writing is awful.

If anyone is wondering, yes, I do write very much like a 10 year old. No, I am actually 14 going on 15.

So anyway, this blog post have been cleverly titled "Obsessions". If you think that this post will be about obsessions, you are correct and deserve a gold star.

Or a silver one. I ran out of gold star stickers at home.

How about red? I've got only three silver ones left and I would like to use them for something else.

This post is focusing on my fashion obsessions. Only because in the future I can look back at these fashion obsessions I currently have and cringe.

So this is like a record book...in digital blog-y format.

For comparison sake, I have decided to list my fashion obsessions when I was 11.




Hi! It's me! 11 yr old and aaaaall. Anyway, I LOVE BLACK HIGH TOPS. DID I TELL YOU HW AMAZING N FANTASTIC THEY ARE. THEY ARE LYK THE BEST THING EVER!!! If I could, I would dress like Alex Russo from Wizards of Waverly Place evrydy bcos her outfits are so pretty and awesome! LYK WHOOOO SKINNY JEANS AND BRIGHT HAPPY LALALA COLOURS. There is lyk tis outfit which was a light purple thin sweater-y thingy matched wth this dark purple polo and pink jeans. Sunglasses r totally cool too. Lyk the biggie ones. I love hats and vests too. Me luv me some hats and vests!!!!!!




I had just put myself through a few minutes of cringing and torture just to type out something that amuses a non-existant reader. Yes, this is how I typed when I was 11 as a result receiving my first phone, being introduced to the world of short forms and the Internet and trying to fit in.
However, I have since changed and can assure you I have never been classier as I am now.

Despite the pastel trend that has been showing up everywhere, I haven't actually thought much about it.

However, I am obsessing over denim long sleeve tops and shades of green and blue.

And matching all of that together.

AND BOW TIES AND TIES AND ALL THE TIES.

I still really like bright colours.

Oh and those clear plastic coats which look so amazing when you layer them over bright colour clothing!

I really like suspenders too.

SHADES OF GREEN AND BLUE GREEN AND BLUE GREEN AND BLUE GREEN AND BLUE.

I love satchel bags. I WILL OWN ONE SOMEDAY.

AND TIES MORE TIES YAY TIES HAPPY TIES TIES TIES MORE MORE MORE TIES TIES.
The formal and dressy blazers.

I blogged about chapeaus didn't I? Chapeaus are like grand pieces of art on your head.

SUSPENDERS, I WILL OWN A PAIR IN EVERY COLOUR OF THE RAINBOW.

That is seven. So seven pairs.

I want blazers with patterns and shirts with patterns and match all the patterns!

MATCH ALL THE PATTERNS!

See the stuff above? That is what I call a mind map. It is when you map out thoughts in your head and this corner of your brain takes down notes like it. I decided the remove the filter for a couple of minutes and type down this.

Wasn't that fun? *puts back filter*

Toodles!

Unexpected Things

First of all, I just managed to update the blog without having a two week gap between this post and the previous post. So here's a round of applause!

And even if there is no one to clap due to the fact no one seems to read this blog anymore, I can assure myself that I happen to have an applause toy gun and when I pull the trigger, the two yellow hands at the front will knock into each other like the cymbals that toy monkeys hold, producing sound or a.k.a applause.

Oh and they were showing Disney's Aladdin on TV yesterday! The Magic Flying Carpet is still my favourite character.

So this will be a quick post seeing how it's 1 AM in the morning.

I had this sudden realisation like what-I'm-a-teenager-when.

This is not what I envisioned.

Well, everyone still pretty much towers over me. Asdfghjkl sigh. Like people on tumblr make fun of Darren Criss's height, and I'm like if he's a hobbit that makes me a darn rabbit.

A hyperactive rabbit who can't stay on one topic and is way to talkative for its own good.

Okay, rabbits cannot speak but let's go with "Talking Rabbit which is 68% less adorable than the others".

There. we. go.

OH WAIT AN IMPORTANT THING! I read this a while back in the newspapers but there is going to be a Harry Potter exhibition at the ArtScience Museum! Asdfghjkl, I can't wait!

It will be fantastic and IT WILL LIVE UP TO EVERYONE'S DAMN EXPECTATIONS. GREAT EXPECTATIONS. (That's right, I just quoted a book title!) This will be the only expected thing in this "unexpected post".

By the way, since we are on the topic of the ArtScience Museum, I went there recently with Zoey to catch the Titanic exhibition!

That is a picture of the logbook in which we left messages behind. While Zoey chooses to write about her fascination for the Titanic and the exhibition, I decided to focus on my freezing fingers. If you are wondering why the words "Half-iguana" have been scribbled on in a corner, it is simply because it was during the exhibit that I came to realise my imaginary ancestry could be part Iguana. Remember, it is imaginary; please don't take me away for lab experiments.

Anyway, if you want to know what the exhibition is like, you can ask anyone else about it because I'm not going to describe it and turn this blog post into a brochure.

Ooh, they had a re-created of the Grand Staircase which was all pretty and really grand and I really wanted to stand on it to have my little moment because it seemed so romantic in a way and I'm actually such a hopeless romantic and all that.

Yay really long sentence. Unfortunately, you can only stand on it if you have your photo taken. I didn't want to so I begged the nice lady sitting on the steps to let me do a little tap-dancing on it.

GUESS WHAT, SHE LET ME! She's much nicer than the next girl who took over and didn''t allow me to.

Since I have the urge to change the topic, school uniforms are comfy.

P.S. I tried on my brother's old lab coat recently and it's pretty comfy too. I am convinced that I can sleep in that thing.

The First Post In March

I had the most brilliant idea.

So it starts like this, for our school's anniversary production, we get to dress up in some outfit of a certain occupation. I am going to wear something artsy to reflect my interest in Language and the Arts but like in a symbolic-you-don't-see-it-unless-you-see-it-in-modern-art-ways.

This is more to the language side but I am going to be a SCIENTIST!

I know it's kind of funny considering that it a scientist has a scientific job but this is where the literary part comes in.

IRONY.

The thing is I am not dressing up as a scientist but I am dressing up as IRONY.

And it is ironic because I absolutely loathe science. LIKE UGH SCIENCE.

Here I am, with the choice to dress up as anything I want, I chose something that does not represent me or my interest.

Yet, it also represents the irony commonly used in stories and things.

I AM DRESSING UP AS IRONY.

And in a way, yes, I am refusing to dress up in a certain occupation for I simply chose to call my choice of outfit "Irony".

Due to the fact that I am unable to stay on one topic for long, we shall just jump to the topic of fashion.

Simply because I feel the need to blog this.

Yesterday, I was at the bus stop when I saw this grandma sitting there.

When people look at her, most people will think she dressed in the dark or something because she's got a rainbow beaded necklace, a blouse with different shades of pink, grey trousers rolled above the ankles, purple socks with silver stripes, blue shoes and a brown satchel bag.

WELL NO BECAUSE GRANNY GAVE ME INSPIRATION.

Like, I call this Grandma-inspired Hipster Chic.

Anyway, I'm starting this bunch of sketches with the original grandma outfit and the new and improved I'm-so-hip-because-hipsters-style-but-I-don't-know-old-women-dress-like-me kind of thing. I even realised the grandma had tied her hair into a fancy bun like those in fashion magazines when they have a special hairstyle issue!

Ever since then, I've paid a little more attention to the elderly.

Especially the nice old lady who lives across me.

She smiles alot.

I don't know if I'll upload any sketches here but if I do, I will.

Because if I do it means that I "will" has already been carried out.

Also, anyone still reading this blog?