Layers, as an onion

Every excuse is a poor excuse when it's at the expense of ignoring something you enjoy. In my case, I've neglected this blog for too long and that is just wrong and there's just no argument against that.

I am currently writing three term papers and it's been tedious. I think blogging is going to have to wait for another little while but there will be lots of outfit posts. Talk to y'all after February.

To Kim and Thurston

As with most people, I get quite attached to those who exerts great deal of influence over me. This includes people I've never met but have developed a deep affinity for throughout my years of vicarious living via their creations such as music, movies or art.

Sonic Youth is one of my favourite bands of all time so it is not far fetched for me to say that I almost cried upon hearing that Kim Gordon and Thurston Moore are getting a divorce. This is sad on two accounts: one has to do with the termination of a 27 year long marriage and the other has to do with the fact that Sonic Youth may inadvertently dissolve.

But as with almost all tragic turn of events, the personal interpretation of the something of this nature goes deeper than just the two reasons. For me, this really paints a bleak picture for the longevity of relationships. In this case, the reeking cliche that "nothing lasts forever" mocks even more so because this is the type of model relationship that we all thought was going to "last forever". As far as we can infer, this is the relationship that that encouraged mutual inspiration and yielded creation. It's the type of relationship most of us hope to have (at least for me). So when this union ends, we are disenchanted and we say to ourselves "fuck, even they couldn't avoid that...what chances do we have?"

To honor Kim and Thurston in a fashion-relevant way (applicable to this blog). I'm going to dress myself in Kim Gorton inspired outfits for the next week, starting tomorrow.

Hair Trends

Sometimes I obsess over the state of my hair. Its style, its texture, its colour and its potentials are all things I keep at a reasonably satisfactory level when trying to grow it out. However I never seem to make it to that final desirable length before I get impatient and cut it all off.

This is the result of having my hair in braids for over 8 hours.

I rocked the top bun for the entire summer. Hey, has it occurred to anyone that Bert and Ernie may just be really, really good friends?

My favourite part of this whole ensemble was the blueberries. They were delicious.

Fun With Sweaters

Let's get one thing straight. I love sweaters. Actually, I am just a huge fan of all knitwear of various types. Some people go to thrift stores for cheap records, some go for cheap antique kitchenware, I go for sweaters. The wackier, tackier the better. Last winter, I wore a different sweater everyday and realized that I have 36 of them in total (not counting cardigans)! The following photos are just a fraction of my collection. I will be updating more when it gets colder.

This cow sweater made it's first debut two summers ago. It's probably my favourite item to wear right now.

A photo inspired by Crystal Castles. Unfortunately, this sweater is no longer in my possession. I had it for about three years and it was time for it to be free. I donated it to the Salvation Army and I hope it went to a good home.

Ahhh, this Mickey Mouse sweater. Some of you may have also seen this one before. I got it from the Salvation Army about three years ago from the children section. I still wear it from time to time and get jealous glares from small children under the age of 12.

This sweater just looks confusing which is why I love it so much. I rarely run with it on not only because it's very warm but I'm afraid the rapid movement combined with the bright green overtop of T.V. snow might induce seizure in some innocent passerby.

Resuscitate

Instead of making a fuss by writing about how long I've been M.I.A. I'm going to do you one better - here's my first video blog and an official come-back.

Goodbye Blogger, Hello Tumblr

As much as I love writing and blogging my thoughts, I found myself becoming less and less engaged with writing lately. Maybe it's because my life has been so hectic and the days are getting shorter (literally) but sometimes it'll take me days before I can summon enough inspiration to write a good post. However, I still have a ton of photos and other cool stuff to share with people, so I've decided to opt for Tumblr instead. That way, I can post something everyday with minimal written content. As for what I'm going to do with Happenings in Singsong on blogger, well I'm not too sure yet. Perhaps I'll just leave it for a while until my life spare me some time and spark for creative blogging. Until then, I'm gone, indefinitely...

Everything All the Time

I've been going through a particularly hard time these past few days because my two-and-a-half year relationship is pretty much on its last legs. No, this isn't going to be a sappy post about how sad and miserable I am. Instead, I'm going to use this as a lead-in for just how much music has always helped at times like this. More importantly, my love for music and how crucial, I think, art is for the well-being of a balanced person.

For those of you who have dealt with break-ups or mourned for a great loss, you're probably very familiar with that sinking feeling you get every morning right after you wake up. You know, that feeling like, "fuuuuck... this is only the beginning of yet another day of my long and seemingly never-ending journey to complete emotional recovery". Perhaps sleeping and dreaming temporarily eliminates your stress and sadness and having to come back to that once you wake up is simply too overwhelming -- like going back to a job you hate after a nice, long vacation. This morning, I woke up and just felt absolutely "UUUUUGHAAAAAHHH...." (we all know the "groan-scream") but I had the important task of getting my first aid certificate so I had to shake the feeling fast. So I immediately remembered Band of Horses, because that became my mantra and muse when I was dealing with a previous break-up. On the way to my training, I blasted Everything All the time through my headphones and the nostalgia just washed over me. Ironically, remembering my last break-up gave me comfort because I know that I have it in me to get through this one, like I did the last time. Furthermore, I find that it's not just listening to music that helps me but playing and actively engaging in any creative process is very therapeutic. Sometimes, I think it may even work better than drugs and therapy. Regardless, I truly believe in the power of music and art and their benevolent forces to inspire and heal during your darkest moments.

I really can't comment much on these two outfits except that I wore the stripe bodysuit and grandpa pants to my friend's birthday dinner and felt very self-conscious due to its "second-skin" appearance. The second outfit is my "Vancouver Commercial Drive grunge" style. You know what I'm talking about, Vancity folks.