I have no time to do everything I've been wanting to do after high school finishes. I could only manage to fit in so much in the last 24 hours, but I still haven't gotten round to reading a single blog, or a single page of any book considered a classic. I've caught up with tons of people on Facebook, I've watched a lot of TV series, downloaded an album or two, gone out with my friends, slept in this morning, etc... etc... but there is just not enough time for me to sit back and read, to go to the beach, to write on my other blog, to see other people, and the list goes on forever...
Anyway, tonight I'm going to a banquet. It's funny because I don't know what the banquet is for, what host I'm going to be a guest to, where this thing is, or why I'm invited. To be entirely frank, I don't even know what a 'banquet' is and what you do there.
But my grandparents and my aunt are going, and I'm invited to go. I figured, I haven't been out with them in a while, and I haven't made dinner plans yet. A spontaneous free dinner from a random host I don't know the identity of yet?
Sure.
I tried to dress up nicely, but my aunt was snickering at me when she saw me leafing through my button-down shirts. She thinks it's funny that I wanted the blue shirt at first, then I switched to pink, then I changed my mind to the white one. Truth is, I was trying to match them with a particular pair of shoes.
I don't understand why she was laughing at me, though. I just want to look nice. God knows she's not fashionable, and I'm sorry if I don't want to dress up like I'm from the 50s. I will dress my age. So what if girls fuss over makeup, or if guys fuss over their hair? People need to be presentable in, and dress appropriately for, the given event. Do you want to look like an idiot in photographs? Do you want to be stared at by everyone around you?
You see, I was leaving you alone to dress up all old-fashioned, but if you want to laugh at me, I'll... I'll... I will...
I will BLOG about you. Humph.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
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Haha. I don't know why but that just brightened up my day.
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Lol..!
Cute post...especially the last line...
:)
It's simple... the older you get, the less you give a damn about such things.
*LOL* HA!
My son chooses whole outfits to match his shoes. The "fade" of the jeans chosen depends on the color of the shirt and shoes.
I'm glad you dressed to please yourself!
This is why I don't wear shoes. Ok, so it's not exactly why, but not wearing shoes cuts down on decision time.
Randa: lol. It ended up being a wedding reception. Boy, was I surprised. I just thought: "Free dinner!"
Pavitra: Hahaha, thanks.
Douglas: I think it's a bit more of a bell-shaped curve, where it peaks at adolescence and early adulthood. Babies care even less about what they look like.
Neen: Ah, I don't like the fade for some reason. I like it to be entirely light blue, or entirely dark blue. Looks cleaner, but just my fashion taste. Fade makes you cooler.
J.J.: I don't shop very much, it's an expensive hobby. Shoes are some of my girl friends' biggest financial enemies.
They laughed at you because you looked so cute fussing over what you were going to wear. Never give that up. Women dig guys who pay attention to looking good.
Michael, Your appearance does count in terms of the impression people have of you. Why not try to look your best? I don't think this is shallow at all. If your aunt doesn't care how she dresses it probably shows.
Leah: It's not for the ladies (or the boys) to look at. I just don't want to look stupid.
gaf85: To each their own, I suppose...
haha aww, so cute, my god :P
Cute and positive....
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