CHEAP MONDAY DENIM JACKET, T BY ALEXANDER WANG TANK TOP, KETTLE BLACK STUDDED BUSTIER, SIWY JEANS, CC SKYE BRACELETS
Got my hair coloured and cut again. This time I left it to my stylist instead of doing a disastrous DIY. I assure you the colour isn't as brassy in real life. I know you guys like recommendations, so go to Zeal Salon on Robson Street and ask for Shingo. He's the genius behind my short hair, and has been for the past 3 years.
As I was walking home, a guy in a bedazzled Ed Hardy shirt driving an obnoxiously loud car stopped and yelled out his window, "Hey, sexy! Want to hangout?" I proceeded to tell him that revving his big bad engine will not increase his manliness or package size (which I can only assume he was doing to make up for smaller things), and that he was a douchebag for wearing that god-awful shirt.
VINCE BUTTON-DOWN SHIRT, ALEXANDER WANG T-SHIRT AND SHOES, SIWY DENIM SHORTS, WILFRED BELT, CC SKYE NECKLACE, GUCCI WATCH
ALICE + OLIVIA BEADED CROCHET SHRUG, T BY ALEXANDER WANG TANK TOP, J BRAND CARGO PANTS, YSL SHOES
I'm glad many of you enjoyed my last post. I know it's frowned upon to write about your feelings on a fashion blog, but what's the point of a blog if you can't articulate yourself?
A lot of personal issues have come up lately. I'm beyond the crying, screaming, and hating the world and its inhabitants. I've learned from experience to accept the things you cannot change. Maybe that's why my mentality far exceeds that of a normal being my age. On the other hand, I also give up way too easily; like a turtle poking its head back into its shell after being frightened. Sorry to be so vague all the time.
When death comes knocking on your door, a mere solace in dying is having lived a good life. Yet, what constitutes a good life? What is it that gives life meaning? People place different value over fame and fortune, success and failure and so on, but on whose authority do we determine which focus is above others? Most of us hold on to the idea that if we live our life according to certain standards, beliefs, traditions, and moral values, it will somehow give our small existence a sense of importance.
Despite the seriousness in which people live their lives, below the surface level are doubts about the very things that they are serious about—this is where the absurdity lies. Human life consists of all of these concerns varying from, but not limited to, education, employment, relationships, and family. Many people attend school to obtain an education so that they may get a decent job. Most people work in order to earn money so that they can afford life's necessities. Individuals get involved with a significant other because they want love, or they get married to start a family. People basically move from point A to get to point B day to day, but what is the significance of all of these movements if unknown is the purpose of the life you lead? For what do we ultimately strive? For example, one may say that we seek love; however, all the love one may acquire in a short lifespan will only be lost in death. You spend all your life in pursuit of this one virtue only to have it taken away. Where is the meaning in that, if there is meaning in it at all?
Further absurdity stems from the fact that we're both the players and the audience of a game in motion. We play for a round or two, then if we like, we sit back and watch the action. We're constantly reflecting on our life without really moving away from it. This ability to step back from life leads to an inescapable predicament: once you've begun to doubt your existence as you know it, it's almost impossible to abandon the doubts you've expressed. Nevertheless, this ability fails to prevent us from continuing to live the way we do. No matter what we're concerned with, we're powerless to impose much change because of our limitations. We cannot break away from our doubts once we've formed them. All we can do is hold on to our simple reassurances.
Another absurdity is our senses. We rely on these senses to validate our reality. We look at an object and our brain registers what it is, we pinch our arms so we know we're not dreaming, we move our legs so we must be walking, and yet, the same senses deceive us. How can we be sure that they are in fact providing accurate proof of reality when they might offer only misleading impressions? We have our viewpoints about the world, but deep down we're in short supply of absolute certainty. Even if we could recognize a different truth, we still cannot abandon what we think we already know. It'd be useless to reject our approach to life because consequently, we'd be left with nothing. Knowledge comes into play in this argument. By one definition, knowledge is the condition of knowing something is true through familiarity or experience. Since it's hard to say what differentiates knowledge from simple conviction, you cannot have complete assurance about the things you believe or even about the things you doubt.
It's odd that knowledge brings us into awareness of our doubts and the limits of what we really know, but still not take us away from our perception of reality. It's as though we're temporarily content with what we know. We take comfort in what we can because there's too much about which we're not knowledgeable and we go about in hopes that there is some greater and bigger reason for life. Though we question the structure to which we bind ourselves and regardless of reservations, we adhere to our ways and our system. Does any of this make sense? Wait, don't answer that. A tumble of words and I never said they would flow. I told you this would be long.
T BY ALEXANDER WANG TANK TOP, TALULA LACE BRA, CROQUIS (JNBY) CARGO PANTS, GUCCI SHOES, CC SKYE NECKLACE, RING, AND BRACELETS
Unexpected day off today. Not quite sure how I feel about that, but at least I get to take advantage of the beautiful weather.
Before I log out, I'd like to ask you, my readers, to please take the time to fill out this super-short survey with your information so I can get to know you guys better. I'll start.
Name: Lilyanne Nguyen
Location: Vancouver, BC
Random Fact: I played for my junior high and high school volleyball team. That was the last time I ever had any type of recognition for sports.
How You Found Me: This question obviously doesn't apply to me, but if you could all answer I'd really appreciate it. I look forward to reading your replies!
JNBY COAT, AMERICAN APPAREL LONG SLEEVE, LEVI'S DENIM SHORTS, WILFRED BELT, GUCCI SHOES, CC SKYE RING AND BRACELETS
Thank you everyone for your kind words, love, and support yesterday. It's nice to know when people are so much more than just pixels on a screen.
Today I'm feeling a whirl of emotions—what would have been my sister's 30th birthday. I'm always reminded of her when I hear this track. I was 9 and she was 17 when it first came out. We didn't have a lot in common growing up, but we both loved this song. I still struggle with how this could have happened; how she could possibly be gone. She was a wonderful person with an unbreakable zest for life.
Happy birthday, Linda. Hope you're resting well in paradise. I miss and love you so much.
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