Forgive me for the stretched absence, life happened once again. Of course, real life will always take a precedence over this virtual one, and I’m sure a lot of you would agree with me that posting regular outfit entries should readily be sacrificed in lieu of career, family, and relationships.
Recurrent readers know for a fact that for every lag I commit with my posting schedule, I make up for with extensive blog-posts that delve into the philosophical aspect of fashion, married with my experience. Some people in the industry, high-ranked ones as they’d like to call themselves, would consider the neglect as a sign of “mediocrity” but I think it’s all a matter of perspective (or ignorance).
If your goal is to be famous by posting your daily look then mazeltov! For someone like me however, my priority is on the journalistic aspect of blogging–I care not for the money and the free items, I write my thoughts because I’ve a lot of them and I’d like to share them with like-minded individuals. I don’t have the desire to earn from my blogging stint, yes, the endorsements are a bonus but if you ask my blogging-related clients, I hardly ever charge unless they offer. Quite frankly, I’ve a flourishing profession as an Account Manager (not to mention: as a marketing consultant to a fashion-related company, and as a regularly paid personal shopper) that reassures me of career longevity, and likewise, a good set of hardworking parents and relatives with booming businesses in tow. If I blog about a product, rest-assured, it’s because I believe in the brand. I will not accept a deal if it is not a product I would personally buy and patronize.
Given my personality, I am straightforward. I am very amiable to people who’ve done me no wrong but rest assured, I won’t ever traipse around events, pretending to be nice, rubbing shoulders with industry bigwigs, and dishing out half-hearted compliments just to gain their favor. That is not me. If I don’t like you, it’s because you’ve done something to earn my ire. Why should I pretend to like someone?–to what end?
So basically, I do whatever the hell it is that I want to do because I’ve no obligations to please anyone. Like, why do I write novel-length blog posts rather than stick to fruity bursts of outfit photo-bombs? Because I like story-telling and I favor intelligent expositions over easy-to-gobble “This is what I wore today” outfit posts. I’m not saying those are bad, I’m merely stating that my preferences lie towards that direction. This is why I like reading Tavi over Rumi–I enjoy reading the thoughts of others and understanding the story behind things rather than a plethora of visual orgasm.
I guess cause back in college, I’ve always wanted to be a Philosophy major. Unfortunately, I ended up with a Fine Arts degree in Information Design plus excessive units from the Communication Arts and Management curriculum: public relations, advertising, and marketing subjects that should have granted me a second major, had my choices not been so diverse and had I done the necessary paperwork. Because I was a frustrated Philosophy-junkie, I made sure to read books upon books written by classic philosophers like Sartre, Marcel, Heidegger, and Kant, to neo-philosophers like Camus, Kundera, Murakami, so on and forth during my spare time.
I realized that Philosophy was pretty much applicable to damn near everything–sports, popular culture, governance, and fashion.
And although I’ve long-loved fashion, it gave the topic more depth and value. I no longer felt that my inclination towards fashion was frivolous; it now seemed like an integral part of life. Obviously, my friends scoffed at my insight and chalked it up to me finding ways to rationalize my shopping sprees.
But as far as I’m concerned, I really do believe that Philosophy and Fashion came hand-in-hand. Don’t magazines come up with headers that go: “Fashion Philosophy” or something equally asinine. Philosophy is the backbone of a lot of things, and of a lot of your interests (be it fashion, showbiz, makeup, finance, and whatnot).
Anyway, I keep on breaking off on a tangent.
If it helps anyone sleep better at night then I shall state it: I do whatever I want and sometimes it’s not nice. No, I am not a nice person. I have no desire to be nice to people I dislike. I am transparent and I am discerning, I am steadfast with my beliefs. If you are petty with me then by God, I will be petty towards you–and don’t test me, I can be the most annoying and frustrating person you’ll ever have to deal with. But at the end of the day, I have a few friends whom I trust, and a handful I’m fiercely loyal to because once I’ve taken a liking to you and I see your sincerity underneath, I will never ditch you for illusions of fame, wealth, and whatever else shallow motivation commoners have. I will always remember what you’ve done for me and I will always be thankful.
So yes, apparently, I’m a pretty mean bully so associate with caution. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
But give me five seconds to pat myself in the back. I think I’ve made a handful of pretty good decisions these past few weeks that don’t impede or hinder anybody in any way. Let’s just say that before I turn off the night light and call it a day, I’ve an abundance of friends whom I trust (from my work place, from High School, from different circles), a tightly-wound family who will always think that the sun shines out of my ass (okay, so “always” is an exaggeration), a rewarding career that allows me to indulge ever so often without having to rely on my folks, opportunities left and right, and a love life that was somewhat unexpected but somehow, progressed into something natural (plus it compares like no other).
I’ve a bright future ahead of me and my life is all peachy. There will be ups and downs but that should be my problem solely and no one else’s, right?
So sit back, relax, and focus on your own lives. For those who want in on the fun and fashion, my blog is always open for intelligent conversations. For the meantime, let me speckle my entry with photos from my most recent and short-lived Hong Kong trip!
On my way to the airport, the (not-yet-then) boyfriend brought me to Apartment 1B to grab brunch as means to delay my imminent departure. Haha!
Pale Pink Blazer: Guangzhou | Neon Yellow Accessories: Extreme Finds | Floral Tube Top: Pull & Bear | Blue Navy Leather Belt: Guangzhou | Pile of colorful bangles: Supersale Bazaar, Stradivarius | Shorts: Topshop | Bag: Hermes | Ballerina Flats: Tory Burch | Beaded Anklet: H&M
Black Top: Topshop | Necklace: Love Diva | Beaded Bracelets: Aldo’s, New Look | Colorful Skirt: H&M | Bag: Hermes | Ballet Flats: Tory Burch