My favourite things to do?

(Shelley & Tobias)

Dress up and kiss up.

Some things are just better when they fade away.

Not that I did an excellent job breaking in those jeans, though. And jeans shall be the topic of the day.

This is probably my first raw jean that I tried to break in and stuff with effort. Before this year, I wasn't in the best shape of my life, literally and otherwise, to be having an interest in having a pair of jeans to be totally called, well, my own, in the sense of the fading and stuff.

I can't describe this strange sense of pride in me when I had my first groin tear, not of the muscular type, but rather the apparel kind.

Well, lots of lessons here, in case I want to have another pair to work on next time.

• Do not rush into washing, seriously. No matter how much the women in your life (read: moms and girlfriends) nag about it!
• You can wear your jeans almost anywhere and do almost anything you want to do, so why not?
• Down-sizing. There are many different takes on this, but for me, choose the one that fits, well, at least barely to start off with. My reason being that, because these jeans do stretch, some more than others, we should get those that fit so that over exertion won't stretch the jeans more than we wanted, like, extra stretch, especially the waistband. I think that's something that the APCs are very prone to. Or, in case you get less stretch-y ones, then at least you can wear them out after a week of purchase. Personally I wouldn't want to wait for a month before I stretch it out to be able to not look like a boy in tights. And let's face it, down-sizing initiated from vanity sizing, then the real denim enthusiasts, which obviously my shallow knowledge and inferior passion keeps me out the list, discovered that we don't have to get exact sizes to get a good fit.
• Don't plainly just believe in all that hype. Go ahead and get your pre-washed jeans. Stick with your mainstream Nudies. Try something rare. Just keep an open mind, because I believe everyone has their right to wear what they want, the way they want it. Sometimes people do it, well, wrong. But isn't right and wrong just another gauge that we set within ourselves? Share with them, help them, and maybe they just need somebody for advice so they can fix their mistakes.

I've made lots of mistakes myself, too. Still, everybody has to have a start. Which is why I hate this sense of elitism in some of those, well, elites.

Back in the days, I thought I was God of music. I condemned all mainstream music, I slammed metal-core bands and I always thought that my playlist shall be THE playlist. How wrong was I, I didn't know till, maybe, one year ago.

To limit yourself to one rigid perspective is selfish not only to others, but most importantly, to yourself. We should always have lines drawn, our own codes and standards, but to expect everything to fall into our set of beliefs is childish.

We cannot embrace art, in any form, if we do not open our minds. Shutting ourselves from alternative perspectives would only give us less knowledge, and with that a lesser space for appreciation for any kind of beauty. We are human because, probably, we care for things more than is expected of living things. Music, literature, fashion, food, paintings; they're all but the same. They stem from our natural inclination to appreciate the finer things. If you don't look past the frame of one painting, you will not see the next one.

Hey, guys and girls!

When it comes to FYP, everything else seems more interesting, which is probably more than half of the reason that I’m blogging today. It’s been a pretty spectacular few weeks!

Speaking of the word, spectacular, I’ve decided to go back to posting pictures along with my trademark boring chunks of words to, perhaps, make this space a little more of a spectacle. My readers are probably really dwindling now, which is always sad for an attention whore like yours truly. So here’re a couple of things I would like to do with this URL.

1. At least twice a week of entries. I still can’t believe I could blog every single day just not long ago.
2. Weekly WAYWT posts. Since it’s what I like to do, so might as well. A good excuse to post pictures here as well.
3. WAYWT, friends-version. This will make me hang with people more considering how anti-social I seem to be getting. So, people, please dress up when we come out!
4. A wider spectrum of topics! I figured to cater to different types of people; I probably need more interesting posts rather than just plainly my personal reflections. Music, fashion, sports, books, movies, you know, stuff like these that I like.
5. F-yeah moments. Yes, I’ve always been pretty against recounting daily happenings on blogs because I think that is a cheap way to blog and you may not need lots of intelligence to do that. However, living in such an awesome world with all my awesome friends, I guess it’s up to me to make those fuck, yeah-moments into FUCK, YEAH-moments.

So, stay tuned, beautiful people. Catch you guys tomorrow!

Well, they say when life gives you lemon, make lemonade. So, what happens when your lemonade taste awesome?

1. Sell it. This way, people will know how good lemonade can taste, and hopefully decide to make their own as well.
2. Share your recipe. Show people the strength that you put in for your lemonade. Also, it gives clueless people who are trying to find a way to deal with their lemons some directions.
3. Explore and make better lemonade. We all have our favourite drinks, but it doesn't hurt to have more than one kind of drink to choose from when you're feeling parched.

And I'm typing all of this, while sipping on my own lemonade. The fruit was hard to come by, the process tedious. Time to drink up a bit and strive to make it better. Have a really terrific festive season, guys and girls! xx

It's so unlike me to blog in the morning. Or, while we're at that, do anything constructive before noon strikes.

Anyway, I've been disappointing myself with the amount of work (or, rather, the lack thereof) I've put in this blog. Maybe because I still feel better blogging with LJ instead of Blogger. LJ has just always felt more personal. Or maybe it's just me. And stupid excuses.

It's December, now. The thing that I love/hate about this last month of the year has always been the same. The festive sales, and my ever-growing wishlist that comes along with it.

I would have been able to deal with this better had I have a steady part time job. Well, I'm supposed to have one, but they stopped calling me to ask about my schedule anymore, and I'm positive that I've not made any mistakes or because of any failings in my own end. Therefore, when work doesn't come looking for you anymore, then it's time for you to go and look for a new job.

Which is exactly what I'm going to do. And more. And more.

I didn't know this year was going to be so eventful. Yes, at the back of my head I've always been thinking: Nov, make this year AWESOME with a capital A and a capital W and a capital E... Well, you get the drift. Perhaps this is the reason why my year has been pretty cool. We attract what we project anyway.

Therefore, like how I can never stress enough of on this point, think positively.

Kind of brings me to my next point, which is the harvest. Yes, our thoughts plant the seeds and our actions cultivate them before we could harvest the crops and reap the rewards. It was just somehow lost on to me that all these planting and taking care of the crop needed time.

Looking back this year, I've given up on a couple of thing because, well, I forgot that results take time. It is only when you stick to something you desperately want would you manage to hang on and wait for the result. I guess I was just not hungry enough on some stuff. Well, as long as food is in it I guess it's okay.

Anyways, November was a cracking month and I can only hope a lesser month like December can follow through. By the looks of it, well, maybe!