For the Love of Clothes

Since I am feeling a tad better today, I asked my hubby to take a picture of me lookbook style. I always love clothes since I was younger, fitted, loose and out of this world designs makes me feel giddy and happy. I even had the guts to cut my tops and sew ribbons and buttons on it. But now that I am older I know better haha, the simpler way of being fashionable is knowing your body type, wear comfortable and practical clothes. When I say comfort, I literally mean comfortable outfits, you don’t want to go outside wearing tight-fitted outfits that would cause shortness of breath. Now lets go to “practical,” for me practicality does not mean simplicity, choose clothes that are so cute and fun to look at while being able to hold your head up high. You know what I mean! Like do not go over board with your outfits, for instance a cute jacket is okay, but please do not wear it on a super, super hot day just because it is cute. Knowing the place you are going and the people you are going  with is also a good help on choosing what to wear. Anyway, here’s a photo of me!IMG_20151014_075704



I have now reached that road in my life that seems like a dead end. I feel so so depressed, like I want to shout to the world that I am tired and confused. Actually, I could be wrong you know? Like, this could be just laziness kicking in and consuming the very whole of me. I didn’t know this could be possible, I mean I don’t even want to think or do anything, except for surviving each day I  think. My spirit is low, I don’t know what happiness even means anymore. I feel like a robot doing regular things but not actually thinking or planning or even feeling. I used to be very happy, high spirited to be exact. In fact, if I am to describe my self, number one in my rank is that, I am a HAPPY person. Sadly enough, I don’t know me anymore. There are just too many factors pulling me down, making me sad and now the happy me is completely defeated. No juice, no juice to push my self up.

Hmp, I hate those factors affecting me, they are too personal to shrug off. Why, I even consider them as my fortress, my guide, my happiness. Wow, now this is what it feels like being dropped like a hot potato. Trust, what trust?! Such a waste of emotion, such a waste of time. I hope nobody feels exactly the way I feel right now. I wouldn’t wish this not even to an enemy, whom I don’t have thank God! Otherwise, surviving won’t even be possible for me. Anyway, boohoo life is miserable……….


Photo by Panoramio