it is alarming how fashion can brainwash us, making sartorial crimes of yesteryear seem like the next big thing.
Tuesday, 29 January 2008 @ 2:05 pm
high did it once again,
seriously i do need to grow up.
always coming up with some emo shit.
anyway, i do do do feel much better now.
woke up at around one-ish, took shower and squeezed in couple of episodes from project runway canada. i'm so obssessed with the whole reality show thing. and i swear, this is the first time ive watched every single second of project runway. firstly because, project runway canada is so much better than the normal project runway (the designers have much more potential/and the challenges are more realistic), and secondly, im now into learning what clothes really made of. like the different material and like different elements and structure of clothing. hopefully (oh god please!) i wont be that insane/obsessed that in the end ill change my major from fashion marketing/management to fashion design.
and also, now ive changed my mind. im trying hard to get into london college of fashion instead of istituto marangoni cos ive met more people today (from both colleges) and the LCF is much more appealing to me. and guess what, it is located in oxford circus! where else everytime i visit marangoni i feel that the atmosphere is so ghetto. also, one more important fact; marangoni institue only give you a course certificate where else LCF give you a deegree certificate. after all LCF is a university. BUT the thing is that i have to do a foundation course first (im pretty sure of this) which im gonna pay before i go back indo, cos i know papaperri will hold me back and wont allow me to fly back to london.
so anyway, darling paris saved the day,(TURUTTTUTTTUUTTT; trumpet sound)!!
i was sitting down alone in the cafe while waiting for my friend to finish school. and man, when youre alone, you just think of every thing thats happening. and obv, i wont wanna tell mom/dad what happened cos they'll be like; "so poor thing, thats why i dont want you to be so far away youre too young come back indo and live with us yah?" and no, as mentioned many times. i wanna stay on my own. cant always depend on them otherwise i aint gonna grow up. anyway i tried holding back my tears so hard, cos it was around teatime, and the cafe was pretty crowded. and paris knew i felt like crying so she was like "just cry i know you want to" and shit suddenly the next thing i knew was that there was a pool of tears on the coffee table and this woman handed me tissue. she gave me this awww-are-you-okay-i-feel-sad-for-you-look (but obv she didnt wanna say anything cos she knew i was on the phone.
but everythings fine now, i feel so much better. and like this is not the first time this had happened. it has been going on and on and on and every single one of you have helped me through it. i am pretty sure i had disturbed at least an hour of your sleep just because i needed to talk. i knew that tide/icemint would also do the same thing as paris, actually im hundred percent sure that ive ruined one of your nights (all my supper friends:)) just because i needed to talk to someone. i love you babiess:)
oh yah, anyway then the woman who gave me tissues, i saw her again when i went to the toilet. then she came up to me and said;
w: are you okay? did anyone passed away?
m: oh, no im okay, thank you very very much.
w: are you sure? what happened? are you alright?
m: yeah im okay. just everything happening at once, and im so new to the place too.
w: oh, i know how you feel. its been 10 years since i moved to UK and sometimes i feel the same too.
m: yeah, im just not used to it.
w: people here in UK are very stuck up, theyre not vy friendly.
which then also reminded me, the other day i tried clothes on in topshop. i didnt want any, and there were like 3 pieces. so before i went out i gave them backwith the hangers. but obv i didnt like fold them up properly or anything. then the freaking lady said;
"YOU NEED TO HANG THEM UP ONE BY ONE BEFORE YOU GIVE IT BACK TO US"
what??? seriously i have never stepped in any shop in any country or continent whose salesperson demand us to hang the clothes back neatly when we decided not to get it.
okay, im gonna go now. i shall go get some healthy snacks (damn hungry but its so late), and watch project runway canada finale (and im not worrying, cos i found out theres britains next top model,yeah!) since all the file loads up already:):):)
i miss and love my mlc babies:)
to vicky; thanks very much:) and also just a word of advice before you enter the leavers year. highschool friends are the group of people that will stay with you no matter what. and yr 12 is the most memorable highschool year, should be glad that youre spending it in mlc. treasure every single day of highschool (doesnt mean that you have to go to school every single day, but obviously those significant ones when they take pictures, like swimming carn and like hat photo day), and gd luck for tee.