My good friend Zameer came to my crib for me to style him up for Halloween. No, my past garments are not costume-y neither it’s theatrical at all. Albeit that, he pulled off the avant garde fashion monstahrica that we expected. I can see that Zameer was please by what he saw.
And then I realise, I love fashion so much. Why? Fashion can make you so happy about such banality. With that being said, I love making people happy. Seeing people wearing my stuff and feeling gleeful with how awesome they look at the mirror makes me want to work more and more.
I thought of to scrap the idea of having a collection due by January. But to think again, I want to do it. Not for myself now, but for others to enjoy. I always have this principle in life and that is to never see fashion as a business but rather as an art form. Wearable art so to speak.
Never mind if I don’t get any money now from making clothes. Happiness makes the world goes round and round…

And I’m very tired nowadays.
I made it into the Director’s List for first semester. Awesome!
The awful part however is that I got a reputation to uphold, and I’m just afraid that I fail to do so for the coming semester. Even so, I am honestly shocked to be in the director’s list, considering the fact that I had C’s in my result and I didn’t put MUCH effort for a particular module due to the fashion event.
But I have to say that I’m so thankful to God for making this so far.

So, when’s my iPod touch coming right up for me?!
In times of desperation, you have to be blunt. Your intentions have to be forthright.
You have to.
If not, you’d be back in square one again. No matter how much you would take the chance to relive the most best moments of your life, for the sake of your well being, stop it. Because hoping for the hopeless ain’t going to justify your flaws.
But just so you know, I’m sorry.
I really am.
So we’re back to our lives again. Except, we’re not present.
And I haven’t.
It’s backfiring me. Badly. Now I’m becoming much more insecure than ever. I suck big time. While other people are effortlessly leading the life of their dreams, here I am back in square one.
Pathetic Fariz. Really.