Remember Senior Year?

Well, all the pictures from then were crowding this blog. So I moved them back to their original url. So if you ever feel like reminiscing on high school with my pictures, please don't do it here. Do it at cholicholi.blogspot.com. Thanks!

The Story's in the Seams.

One of the things I love most in life is a good story - sad, happy, triumphant, inspiring, profound, depressing, or whatever else it may be. I simply cannot get enough of the tales and anecdotes people have to share. Now, these experiences can come in many forms, but it can usually be assumed that you will have clothes on when undergoing the events that comprise your story.

This is an underlying reason for my interest in clothing - not for mere physical appearance, but because the clothes on a person's back can act as a window into their lives. This is also why I am a fan of people with strong senses of style, as it makes the window wider and more apparent. With this in mind, I now give you the first entry in my new project, entitled The Story's in the Seams. Hopefully with time, I can also include clothing from friends and family that also share something interesting.

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My sister Andrea has always played a major part in my life. She is one of my greatest role models for a wide variety of reasons, but here, I will highlight just one. Andrea is constantly pushing me to better myself, and one of those ways is in my appearance. She'll randomly give me some article of clothing, such as these lovely Levi's 514 corduroy pants, with no other reason than her wanting to. Many a time I have not known what to do with the clothes, as I was not comfortable with them at the time. For instance, I thought these pants to be too tight when I first received them. But without fail, my style eventually develops in such a way that the clothing I formerly did not understand ends up being one of my favorites. Mind you, this goes completely beyond clothes - her advice tends to do the same thing, too. But without fail my sister always knows what'll be good for me a few months or years down the line. And for this I am infinitely grateful.

Thanks, Andrea.

perfection.

It's sad how I had near-perfection sitting in front of me for so long, yet I was too blind to realize it. I searched and searched for something that I thought was so close to being within my grasp, only to realize that I had it all along.

Please don't misinterpret this as something heartfelt or heavy. I'm merely talking about my favorite pair of jeans.

(This isn't the pair, strangely enough. But the picture's appropriate)

Wondering

My photos are said to lack "impact." How am I supposed to go about fixing this major shortcoming? /rhetorical question.

Sometimes...

...I find it fairly amusing when I randomly encounterfriends' siblings, whether older or younger, who I never really got to know. Especially the younger ones who were bratty, or annoying, or just plain nondescript - it's interesting to see how they've actually developed into their own cool selves. Similarly, I've been having run-ins with older siblings of friends who are a lot awesomer (sic) than I thought them to be originally.

Sometimes, meeting someone for the second time is so much better than the first.

oh dang.

After watching some videos of the people that I'll be up against at Nationals, I came to the intense realization that I'm in over my head. Now all there is to do is work my ass off and get myself afloat.

No. That's not enough.

There is no way that I'll just let myself "scrape by." I'm going to own this competition, and make good on all of the promises that I made to myself over the years.

One week until training officially begins. So incredibly stoked, it's scary.

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For as long as I can remember, I've subscribed to the Disney mentality of following your dreams and all that sappy crap. I mean, we all have those childhood dreams that we look upon so fondly - to become an astronaut, to be famous, or whatever.

But somewhere along the line, I think I forgot what my dreams are. It's quite sad, really. At this point in time I know that I'm working to become a doctor, or a photographer, or whatever. But those are merely job descriptions. What did I daydream about in a not-so-distant past? What did I really want to do when I grew up?

My career-oriented goals in life just seem so mundane. Feasible, to be sure, but what's the fun in that? Weren't we all told to dream big - that our potential is only limited by our imagination?

Sometimes I feel like I'm moving forward, but towards what I do not know.