I never liked vintage shops, or 2nd hand shops. I used to hate the feeling of used stuff, the same way i don't like others' hand-me-downs. Now, perhaps with the wave of going 70s, or 80s, in the style fraternity, i have embraced vintagey items. From my dad's watch, to having bags that look old but yet are new. And how about those chanel-inspired cardigans, shoes, and even that 2.55 that i've been lusting... ? Maybe because of the launch of movies like "Coco before Chanel" or "the September issue featuring the incredible Anna Wintour", something is sparking back my passion for clothes, shoes, and style.
Truth is i always love style. Since young. High heels, bring them on. I love wearing my mommy's jewelry. So i've detoured and pursued a life as a leisure triathlete. But i am back to embracing what i love best : shopping...
i'll admit it, i have an injury forcing me to sit out sports.
I dug out my old Miumiu bag... circa 97. hahaha, it's old in the fashion books, but it's a classic. Napa Leather, cream color. And buttery soft. Nice to hug and hold. It looks awesome, even as a shoulder bag, i altered the bag strap a wee bit.
Exactly __ number of years ago, my mom gave me the best toy on earth. She has brought me joy, and sorrow, fears, and pain, despair and disappointment, hope and faith, happiness and craziness, bitterness and sometimes i feel like wringing her neck. All the emotions one can possibly think of... rolled into one size : sasquatch!
And she is my friend, my partner in crime, my sidekick.
Most importantly, she is my sister.
Happy Birthday Chingster.
Hope you had fun at your 1st McDonald's birthday party.
So now that my aunt's been laid to rest, and i've had a good National Day weekend recharging myself. I spent that mostly sleeping. It's been a long time since i slept 10-11 hours at a go. I felt good and ready to rock the world again.
I've gone back to running. Mostly couple of kilometres, just to keep the engine going. And of cos, to check if the pain persists. I realized why i love running : the scenery, the calmness, the time to think. Mostly, cos it's not as time-consuming as cycling. Just put on a pair of shoes, and go.
Unfortunately, the pain persists. I talked to the doc, and talked to friends. And i came to finally embrace : to rest is to go a longer distance.
For now... i shall take a short hiatus from running and cycling.
No one said i couldn't swim. And oh yes... and maybe finally getting back to the driving range.
A recent incident taught me to cherish and love the ones i love and care for even more. To not put off showing care and concern for that someone. To tell that someone they made a difference, an impact, and are significant in your lives. There'll be no regret then, just tears of happiness that you have been a part of them, and they are a part of you.
....before they slip away....
or have this tinge of regret that you did not get something done.