I’m Seeing Stars

In Fashion, Look of the Day by Wicked Ying

I’m Seeing Stars

Galaxy cropped top / American apparel-inspired hot shorts, PINKaholic. Gold choker necklace, OASAP. Spiky wedges, DAS. 


Look of the Day – Here’s what I wore to the Shoephoric mini-shoot we had last week. I came up with this look the very last minute. I had to come up with something that would complement my shoes. After all, the shoot is all about the kicks we’re wearing.


The galaxy print may be a fleeting trend but got on to it so much that I have collected a bunch of items. Cropped tops, hot shorts, hot pants, leggings, asymmetrical dress, crazy cut tops, you name it. I don’t think it’s going away anytime soon but I’m happy to be in the bandwagon. Lol!


Now this, by far, has got to be my fiercest pair. All hail DAS!


I suggest reading the next notes with Radiohead’s Creep playing in the BG! Yep, because I said so… Haha! 😈


Quite literally, I’ve been seeing stars in my peripheral vision. I don’t know what happened, must be something within my eye. I hate reading forums and everything Google results offered me because it would only fuel my paranoia. Take optic nerve damage and retinal detachment for example. See, you start “googling” your eye symptoms and boom it leads to blindness. Creepy!

Well, anyway, slamming your head into a hard surface has its own consequences. My look titles today and and the other day are pretty much the symptoms I am experiencing nowadays. At one time, forgetfulness and today flashing lights like a “starburst”. Unstable mood is one too. All these became a wakeup call for me, a reality check if you may. For the first time in my entire life (with all exaggeration noted), I felt alone. It’s difficult to take in. It’s as if everyone is ganging up against you. You are blamed for every mishap that’s happened. Whew! My labile mood has become a pill that’s painful to swallow as what they’ve said. Sad I know. I’ll get by… I can’t be “sorrier” than I already am. If I could just have a little control over myself then I’ll be okay.


“But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo… What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here…”



Stay wicked!