bohemian chic.

as opposed to popular beliefs, i try not to do too much mix-and-match with clothing before i go to church, or anywhere, more than before. i simply wear what i like to and what's convenient, which has either been hanging around waiting for me to pick up or flats that allow me to run after public transport.

but with the prior thoughts that got me shopping in the past, the look has been, undoubtedly, a little more 'bohemian'. Nic said that and supposed it to be a compliment. i think i took it well. :)

perhaps it's the lacklustre child's-play with barbies and kens, that got me more interested in clothes currently. swords and guns don't teach you anything much about being womanly and girlish except suggest that silver or black, between themselves, are wonderful colours to work with.

prattling on... i disguise a disgust for some. i cannot comprehend why some people are the way they are. why they're forever so outwardly attention seeking (as if being silently attention seeking isn't enough). and then i think to myself. maybe i am one of them.