So here's another outfit shot during my partial premier as a frustrated model. Watcha say? HAHAHA. It's kinda awkward claiming the title of a model because it's not my calling I guess? But nevertheless, I am starting to love the camera though I must admit. Black is black and the texture of such black cloth on the top I am wearing is no ordinary black. It has a fury texture that makes it interesting.
The tattered back of the fury top makes it more edgy and daring, don't you think? I love the whole detail of it though because it's not your ordinary fur and it's not your ordinary tattered design. It's sexy but it didn't mean for you to get naked.
Now, the skirt I wore is just a simple body con and I adjust it to look like a continuation of the top and in short make it look like a dress. Genius, isn't it? And the red accessories I wore was just there to complement the whole look and to put a little color in my outfit.
And here's one more look of the sexy back. And by the way if you think that the fury top is too hot to wear, think again. Because its inner cloth is made of a silky material though silk is a good insulator of heat but the way its glosses over your body isn't hot at all. Pluss all the furs are just outside, its hems are separated by the silk material.
As I am writing this blog, you should know that I am in a trance of Sam Smith's "Too Good at Goodbyes" and I have my new favorite coffee with me. Hence, anything written in this post could be in the midst of a heightened anger or a surge of overwhelming feeling.
But all the niceties aside, my point of writing is that I feel open and exposed. Lately, I have been learning the art of smiling and laughing out loud. Laughing at small things. Smiling at stupid situations and even at my own mistakes. Although for a person who has always been composed and my emotions bottled up, this is quite liberating.
Freely letting people in, in my life is a big leap of faith. I hate having too many human beings inside my small territory. I hate having people know my likes and dislikes because by then, I might have made an emotional investment and even creating connections with strangers. This is a part of growing up. Inevitable even. But I hate this transition period.
Every day, we are bombarded with stress. From our daily activities up to our own thoughts-- we can become so restless throughout the day. Today, in particular, is very disappointing for me. I was not in the mood for anything. I was not in the mood to wear my mask on and pretend to be that cheerful being who is carefree and happy.
Ever since I turned 23, I made this pact with myself to not care about the world anymore. I just do not care whether people like me or they hate me. And the last thing I would want to happen to me is to let this negativity run my day.
If there are some things that I would not spend more than five minutes on it, these would be:
1. My Current Mood
My moods are dictated by the tide. In the morning, I can be as hyper as I can or I can just be as emotionless as a stone. Whatever mood I am in, it usually lasts the whole day. I realize this is not a healthy habit at all.
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I never share my passion and my favorites. I find myself selfish in keeping these beautiful to myself. I feel like having people share the same likes and dislikes is too close for comfort. I do not want seeing people wearing the same clothes as me nor having the same perfume as me. Heck, I do not even want people doi…