that loop… that indent… Continue reading Ravings Eleven: Barely Breathing
I can’t just get what I want from the rack. I have to want what flows and disguises; what hides and diverts.
Too bad my so-called smallest part isn’t that small. Does it have any effect at all? Continue reading Ravings Ten: Smallest Part
screw him… or her… Continue reading Ravings Eight: Hourglass
always a-line…. I’m sick and tired… Continue reading Ravings Eight: A-Line
I have no choice but to be a trickster Continue reading Ravings Seven: Black Tulle
You don’t talk to me like that… In fact, we don’t talk anymore… Continue reading Whispers
It’s just that, sometimes, the more the fabric, the more the expenses.
Anything extra costs extra. Continue reading Coverage
I don’t want to wear the same style over and over… Continue reading Ravings Five: Bell
I bet he will choose her over me;she’s lighter than me.
Men tend to go for the girl they can easily carry. The lighter; the better, it seems.
It boosts their manly ego. Continue reading “Men’s Choice”
I’ll probably stay at the bottom of the pyramid.
I’ll never be a flyer or the one on top of the pyramid.
It’s always like this anyway. Nothing new here…
Unless I dance in the moon… Continue reading “Base”