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March 23rd, 2012

DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?

What a lame… corny title I chose for this post. It was spontaneous, I didn’t sit here thinking about it for hours, just in case you were wondering, haha. Still, quite cheesy, considering I’m going to share the items I purchased from Miracle Eye today. It’s an online store owned by Larissa, who blogs on Velvet Codeine. I’m sure a few of you have been to her blog already.

I had been browsing Miracle Eye for a while and initially bought two tops, which you’ll see below. I was really happy with both of them and above all, I loved the fabric. The fabrics that Larissa finds are just stunning and quite unique, well, at least I think so. I’m not a huge leggings person though, apart from my lazy days and I’m extremely fussy when it comes to dresses. I noticed that Miracle Eye gives the customer the opportunity to enquire about custom orders, another huge plus for me. The idea of getting an item custom made is nice, knowing that no one else will this particular piece of clothing is pretty cool, I must say. So, I decided to e-mail Larissa with a list of skirts I wanted to have made with the various fabrics she uses. I felt pretty damn annoying the whole time but she was so patient and cool about everything, even when I changed my mind about one of the skirts, pretty last minute.

Once I received everything, I was ecstatic, everything looked wonderful and the quality was good too, especially for the low prices. I was so happy with my Miracle Eye experiences that I’m extremely tempted to e-mail Larissa with another custom enquiry haha… but I feel too irritating to ask. I wore one of the skirts the other day, as seen in the previous post, but I’ve captured all the other skirts I received to.

Most of these clothes make me feel like some sort of enchanted cartoon character. The black lace top is from Chicwish.

Especially this top and skirt!

This wasn’t a paid advertisement in anyway. I love Larissa’s blog and personal style, so I just wanted to share my experience about her store with you and let you know about it, incase you didn’t :) Anyway, I have an appointment with a Psychiatrist soon, I’m a little nervous, wish me luck, or don’t. It’s fine either way.

March 16th, 2012

A REVIEW

To anyone who saw my melodramatic post. Sorry about that. People do stupid things when they’re having a panic attack, and are completely consumed by irrational fear. Before I move on, I’d like to address something. If you, for whatever reason don’t like my blog, don’t like me, or anything I type on this piece of internet space that I paid for. By all means, feel free to move on to something that you do like.

Today I’m going to review a few things I recently purchased, for anyone who might possibly be interested. I’m sure by now, a lot of you have heard of Chicwish. It’s an online store based in Hong Kong. They sell up to date, rather trendy clothing at pretty affordable prices. I’d seen Chicwish advertised on a lot of blogs I follow and Lookbook. I have thought for some time, that a few of their pieces are cute, but I was always very skeptical about ordering anything. A lot of their items are only available in one size and most of the people modelling their clothes seemed a lot thinner than me. I decided to take my chances and ordered a few tops and skirts from the store about two weeks ago. You never know unless you try, right?

This is what I ordered. Everything I received, looked how it was pictured on the site, well apart from one thing with the skirts, I’ll get to that in a moment. Even the colours were accurate. For the prices, the quality was decent enough too, definitely wearable. It didn’t feel like anything was about to fall apart. I’d say that the quality is definitely better than the clothing from Forever 21 and perhaps even Urban Outfitters. Most of the items I’ve ever purchased from UO seem like they’re about to fall apart after a few wears.

Another plus was that the shipping was free. I was a little nervous about the items not fitting me. All the shirts looked okay. They did feel a bit tight around the chest area when I was putting them on, but once they were on, they felt fine. Nothing amazing, but good enough to keep and wear. Both the skirts were a different story. They were so much shorter than I thought they would be, and I’m short. I think I’m only just over 5’0. I like wearing skirts on my waist and I couldn’t do that with these, they didn’t cover anything worn that high. It seemed like the only way I could get away with wearing them, was by keeping them at my hips, which I wasn’t prepared to do. I’m going to send both of those back. Another problem with both the skirts is that their waist bands didn’t stretch very far. I don’t think anyone much bigger than me could wear them. According to my doctor, for my height, my BMI is ‘perfect’. So someone like my sister who is a few inches taller than me, couldn’t wear anything from Chicwish. It’s a shame that they don’t have a wider variety with sizes, because my sister would definitely like their style.

The skirts also didn’t puff out as much as I thought they would. I have two of the reversible petticoats from AA, they’re amazing. So I guess my standards for tutu style skirts are pretty damn high now. The customer service at Chicwish is good, they’re very polite and fast to answer, so no issues on that side. Would I order from them again? Probably not. I’m not a huge fan of the general selection of the products they sell, plus I don’t feel like I’d have luck with the sizing very often. On the other hand, If you’re a petite girl and like cute style, I’d definitely recommend Chicwish.

February 5th, 2012

I HAVE A BRAIN TOO!

I have to get something off my chest. Why do people even say that? Get what off your chest? It’s not like thoughts are created in the chest area, it’s like when people say, “You have my heart”. Say whaaaat? Dude, the heart is just a muscle (I’ll admit, an important one, I’ll be the first one to admit that.. hello myocarditis episode of 09′ what uup!) that pumps vital oxygen carrying blood around your body, so your body is nice and… full of oxygen I guess. Thanks trees! I guess it’s because when you have something that’s making you anxious, or annoying you, or making you feel guilty etc etc. You, sometimes, may get a tight feeling in your chest*… but still.

So, allow me to pause for a minute and rephrase. I have to get something, that something being thoughts and frustrations out of the mystery of my brain and on to some imaginary cyber paper, aka… this, blog post. Think of this post like, a letter. A mysterious (there’s that word again, who doesn’t love a bit of M Y S T E R Y? ooooh) letter, because you don’t know who the letter (more like an e-mail I guess) is for. The person it’s intended for doesn’t even know what e-mail means. I can’t make the person understand. I can’t complain about it to my family because, they just tell me to FORGEDABOUDIT, and as you can imagine, my boyfriend already deals with constant ranting by yours truly 24/7. So, I’ll just pour all my thoughts out for the lovely, lovely people who take time out of their days to read this random area of the interweb.

Dear ____________,

I know you grew up in a completely different environment. I know you aren’t really educated and I doubt you ever had the chance to be. I know your opinion and values are partly to blame on years of conditioning and unfortunately, on your part, a little bit of ignorance and stubbornness.

However, that doesn’t mean that you constantly have to force your beliefs on me. I can’t even begin to describe how much I disagree with them. I am of the female gender, I have a brain, a fully functioning brain (I hope) that is of equal value to a male’s brain. I am capable of working in a position of power, of equivalent status, to my brother. In fact, I have been given, through luck of genetics, the ability to probably exceed my brother in terms of success in the workforce. No offence bro.

I don’t see why, I should in a sense, be a slave to my brother or anyone I ever choose to ‘settle down’ with. I don’t see why, even after my brother has been home all day and I come back from work, I have to make him a ‘proper’ dinner, clean up after him and tidy his room. I don’t see why my sister’s room should always be immaculate, because she happens to be a female. I don’t know WHY you see women in general, as nothing more but housewives in the making and I don’t see why my efforts to gain an education are merely seen as ‘going to school to be lazy’ aka not learning to be a proper housewife.

I don’t understand how you can encourage a young man to treat women as nothing more but a number, an object, a thing, that can be easily replaced by the thousands of other ‘objects’ out there. If a female were to do the same, you would definitely think of her as a slut.

I can’t even begin to fathom how your general opinion of women can be so unacceptably low when you have spent a life time with an incredible woman who has attended to your every need, even while struggling to cope with herself. Without her, you wouldn’t even know how to pass the day, let alone a life. It saddens me to know that there are many others just like you, even worse than you, that don’t even know how to respect women. Men, who will refuse to trust the advice of a woman, who think that they’re allowed to ask a woman whatever they feel, even if the topic is inappropriate.

It angers me that today, women still aren’t seen as equal, to every single man that exists. It angers me that women weren’t perceived as equal for the majority of human history. That they weren’t given the same rights as men and weren’t allowed to progress the same way that men were, that women weren’t given the same chance to shape history. The fact that women actually had to fight for their rights is ridiculous. Given the same opportunities that men were given, perhaps the world would have been a different place now, perhaps, for the better. It doesn’t make sense that society can reach its full potential while one half of the human population doesn’t have access to the same rights, freedom and opportunity.

It’s tragic that in many parts of the world, women still have little rights and are treated as having little worth. It’s sad that you don’t even really care. I sincerely hope that one day, men with your horrible opinion cease to exist.

To those of you who read all that… good job, I guess? I don’t know. I’m sure every single woman has felt degraded in some way at least once, by a man. Even in western society. I sure know I have. I think we still have a long way to go in terms of changing the way that a lot men think about women, and I think in a way, women really have to help change this idea too.

Unless you’re a newbie to my blog, you probably already know, that other than black and white, I really like pink. Hey, there’s nothing wrong with caring about women’s rights and liking pink! I don’t know about this dress though, I love hot pink… but I’m not sure about hot pink and shine. Might have to sell this one.

*If this feeling is severe and lasts for longer than 15 minutes, please call 000 or 911… etc

February 2nd, 2012

I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO NAME THIS POST

Yet I already have a name for a possible future child, (girl) Blossom. I didn’t choose that myself, but it’s a really cute name. In case you have no clue where the hell that just came from, the sentence was going along with the title of this post.

Thank you for your concern about various random people staring at me. It sure is annoying but it is to be expected, considering where I live. The suburb I grew up and live in doesn’t exactly have a, err… creative, atmosphere. It’s very dull, very ‘normal’, you know, just… tracksuits and tank tops. I guess they expect everyone should look the same. It’s a little better when I venture into the city but man I get so many people staring at my shoes. I like to think that’s because a lot of people think they look cool, haha. Yesterday a lady selling, ‘THE BIG ISSUE’ (a magazine produced for the homeless and poor to sell on the streets) yelled at me from across the street, shouting, “HEY, HEY, I LOVE YOUR SHOES”. Nice of her but ugh, it drew a lot of unwanted extra attention.

I just woke up and I’m not thinking of anything in particular so I don’t have much to say. I do want to mention something though. For the people with blogspot based blogs. I can’t comment back if you don’t have the NAME/URL option selected for comments!! I don’t have a blogger account, a livejournal etc etc so I can only comment if the name/url option is open. I did create an ‘OpenID’ but for some reason, it has stopped working. I think blogger realised the username originated from a wordpress generated blog and is stopping me. Very annoying!

I have my first shift at my new job tonight. UGH, NERVOUS. I’m sure it will be fine… I hope.

Not a huge fan of this outfit, but eh, what are you gonna do? It was boiling that day.

January 31st, 2012

WE’RE LIKE CRYSTAL… WE BREAK EASY

Any other New Order fans? Ah, I really like Crystal (not the drug), good song. A bunch (one guy and two girls) of lame teens with gross, cut off denim shorts laughed at my outfit today. ASSHOLES! Oh well, I guess they don’t know any better, trapped in their sad little box of tank tops and ripped shorts (puke). I probably shouldn’t hate on their style… wait, WHAT style?! HA, HA… man, I’m evil. What can I say? Humanity brings it out in me.

This slow as a snail internet is boring the hell out of me and my boyfriend forced me to eat so much today that I literally thought I was going to throw up. In fact, I still do… kind of.

WHAT SORT OF FUCKED UP FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS ARE THESE?! Here I am, complaining about internet and too much food, when on the other side of the planet, there are children dying of starvation, who have never even heard of the internet. Ah, this planet is so screwed. I wouldn’t be surprised if the world did end this year.

Don’t tell anybody I said this but I kind of want it (the world) to end this year. I mean, think about it, we’re all going to eventually die one day. Sorry for the gloomy tone, but I’m sure you’ve all heard the same shit before, courtesy of those life insurance advertisements. Seeing as death is chasing us all anyway, may as well be there when the god damn world ends! Imagine if an afterlife or heaven or something actually exists. Imagine chilling in this afterlife and talking to people who were alive hundreds of years ago….

“How did you guys go?”
“Plague bro”
“I broke my ankle in 1325″
“End of the WORLD BITCHEEZZ”

See what I mean? Point proven.

These photos were taken a few days ago, my boyfriend picked up a guitar he purchased via e-bay. A few trade workers decided to stare at me for a few moments while we were taking photos. It was bizarre.

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