The way I am

Somethings just exist for a reason
others just exist without reason
darkness falls on daylight
shadows fall in light.
~
Today, I don’t know reason
I guess its too late to reason
the coming and going of seasons
now slowing down for no reason
~
If I seems to have lost it
style, preference, class or taste
its not because I do not care
at crossroads I am, seasons seem not to care

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The last one out

Dear fans, this is probably my last post on this blog, it is with regret that I have to move on to other challenges after some very interesting years writing about fashion.

I am coming close to finishing my masters and I am therefore in pursuit of challenges of some other kind.

My passion for fashion and for writing for that matter have not waned, I continue to share the same values as I may have discussed or as you may have noticed in my writing.

First things first: I want to thank all readers who visited this blog, anyone who felt intrigued by things posted there in and was compelled to leave a comment, and those 0who contributed to the articles whether it was proposing discussion topics or the actual writing. As for those whom we shared a business mind, a big up for your support. I just can’t thank you enough. For anyone else who I might have left out of the list, thank you. Best of luck to you all in your endeavors, may your passion guide you to your dreams.

A fashion passion has been dear to me, it was a challenge that I took to develop my writing and my passion about fashion. A challenge that I had no idea how it would shape up or what I would do with it. It has been a journey, a long one, an interesting one, a learning opportunity. It has been something like non I have done before. Looking back at the journey, I find no regret, there might be some in that I am leaving. But I believe life holds bigger challenges for me.

For the good of mankind, for the benefit of sharing, learning or any other that may seem appropriate, content on this blog may be republished on other similar sites. I will only request that you cite the reference – for instance written by Fasean or Adapted from A fashion passion, well, you get the idea.

Last, but not least, if you know anyone who might be interested in adopting this blog and running it as their own please ask them to drop me a line at fasean.line@yahoo.com.

I believe I have not forgotten anything but I did not have a count of things I needed to say so the reality might elude me.

If you are the last visitor on this blog, please don’t forget to turn off the lights;)

The fashion & beauty of science

It is randomly random, unpredictable as the weather

It is made up of facts, but even more of the unknown

Assumptions are its face, somethings are not accountable

Yet it remains beautiful even in the face of fashion

~

Metrics are too primitive to measure whats out there

If we could tell how far it stretches we could rocket fiercely

If we knew its depths we could mount drills with pleasure

Yet without showing too much skin, we can’t help but ogle

~

It is not definite yet it is not infinite, we see and forget

We cannot tell the beginning or the end, this way up!

Are coming and going, or vice-versa, we can barely decide

Yet we fall in love, especially when we cannot decide

~

It is abundantly demured, it is a comely mother nature

Without holding back, it explodes, and burns nature

It is defined by laws but it does not abide to any

Yet despite its unfaithfulness, we reach out and caress it

~

It is has been there from time immemorial, can we tell?

It is the alpha and the omega, the beginning of the end

the end of the beginning if temperatures were to rise

Yet for short lived pleasures we exert extra strain on it

~

We reminisce of memories we love with wishes

We imagine of worlds unknown, fearfully and excitedly

We are beautifully and wonderfully made, only if we cared to look

Yet believe it or not we look into it when nothing else gives

Delicacy and TLC for her clothes

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by Arrael Hanson

fashion. accessories. Lifestyle

Its Christmas, buy her a drunk 'n' she will drain it to her fill

On a Friday afternoon, sometime after four, Matt and his childhood friend John sat in a Starbuck’s cafe at a table by the window. They had just had fresh coffee and muffins. It was in the middle of winter, just a couple of weeks to Christmas. They were doing a little catching up, after a busy week and were eagerly looking forward to the weekend with games to watch, beer to drink, parties to attend and eventually, hangovers to nurse.

John was a cool guy, one satisfied with his career as a software engineer and happy with his longtime girlfriend and now his wife to be Edith. Matt, on the other hand, was a cranky guy. He changed women with seasons but was dying to seal a deal which never seemed to happen.

Matt was a business consultant with a small firm in New York. He was an attractive man with a great sense of fashion. This was perhaps a reason why women were attracted to him. At least they would learn a thing or two about fashion from this hunk if not much was forthcoming.

Matt had always envied his friend’s healthy relationship with Edith in a good way and he always thought of of John as the best person to consult on matters concerning women, and all that pertained to them.

“So, John, I am wondering where or what we should do on Christmas with my new girlfriend Susan. You know after three months with her am not sure what we are up to”. Matt said.

“Well take her out for dinner, buy her presents, get a room in a motel with room service, or better yet, take her out to the mountains for skiing”.

Matt thought for a while and then said ” I don’t know man, she is not the type to take out to dinners, she will just order salad that will cost more than my stake and the worst part is paying the restaurant to throw it away. She only plays around with it for a while and then says she is full. Its like throwing money down the drain!”. He exclaimed.

“Whats wrong with you man?” John asked. “I bet you guys are not in to each other so much after all. You make it sound worse.”

“I am just confused, I don’t know what to do”. Matt said almost to himself.

a champagne drunk toast

a champagne drunk toast

John hated this kind of discussions with Matt, whom he found a little less accommodating when it came to women. He felt as though his friend always built a wall around himself, one that not even his girls would not get through.

“Ok. what about a quiet dinner with her at your place? Prepare her favorite meal and invite her over. Prepare a table for two, candles lit, bottles of champagne at each side. That should get to two of you to bond don’t you think?” He pressed on.

“Are you crazy? I can’t really cook, you know, at least not when I use the smoke alarm as a timer.”

John giggled a little about this.

“What about you invite her to do the cooking?” John asked.

“As long as we are being honest, its better if am the one in the kitchen otherwise my apartment might come down in flames. ”

John felt irritated by this conversation and wished he had not gotten involved in the first place. He however felt sorry for his friend who was in his late twenties and was serious about settling down.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do, take her out for dinner, to some fancy place of your or her choice. Don’t be bothered by what she eats or doesn’t. Just make sure she is having fun.” John continued. “As a friend I can give you my opinion but can never tell you what to do, thats where you’ve gotta take that leap of faith and go the extra mile alone. So, while dinner is underway, order some drinks, perhaps a bottle of champagne. By the time its empty, the two of you will have broken down that invisible wall between you. That should get your juices flowing, then you can do whatever.”

“Is it possible for us to skip the food part?” Matt asked with a feeling of defeat in his voice.

“Thats up to you! Its Christmas, buy her a drunk and she will drink to her fill, be merry! Remember as a friend I can only advice you, after that you are on your own!”

– an xmas feature article; tbc

~ from a guest writer ~ susan and matt S1E1 pilot

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Wishes From a Fashion Passion

Its Christmas, buy her a drunk ‘n’ she will drain it to her fill

On a Friday afternoon, sometime after four, Matt and his childhood friend John sat in a Starbuck’s cafe at a table by the window. They had just had fresh coffee and muffins. It was in the middle of winter, just a couple of weeks to Christmas. They were doing a little catching up, after a busy week and were eagerly looking forward to the weekend with games to watch, beer to drink, parties to attend and eventually, hangovers to nurse.

John was a cool guy, one satisfied with his career as a software engineer and happy with his longtime girlfriend and now his wife to be Edith. Matt, on the other hand, was a cranky guy. He changed women with seasons but was dying to seal a deal which never seemed to happen.

Matt was a business consultant with a small firm in New York. He was an attractive man with a great sense of fashion. This was perhaps a reason why women were attracted to him. At least they would learn a thing or two about fashion from this hunk if not much was forthcoming.

Matt had always envied his friend’s healthy relationship with Edith in a good way and he always thought of of John as the best person to consult on matters concerning women, and all that pertained to them.

“So, John, I am wondering where or what we should do on Christmas with my new girlfriend Susan. You know after three months with her am not sure what we are up to”. Matt said.

“Well take her out for dinner, buy her presents, get a room in a motel with room service, or better yet, take her out to the mountains for skiing”.

Matt thought for a while and then said ” I don’t know man, she is not the type to take out to dinners, she will just order salad that will cost more than my stake and the worst part is paying the restaurant to throw it away. She only plays around with it for a while and then says she is full. Its like throwing money down the drain!”. He exclaimed.

“Whats wrong with you man?” John asked. “I bet you guys are not in to each other so much after all. You make it sound worse.”

“I am just confused, I don’t know what to do”. Matt said almost to himself.

a champagne drunk toast

a champagne drunk toast

John hated this kind of discussions with Matt, whom he found a little less accommodating when it came to women. He felt as though his friend always built a wall around himself, one that not even his girls would not get through.

“Ok. what about a quiet dinner with her at your place? Prepare her favorite meal and invite her over. Prepare a table for two, candles lit, bottles of champagne at each side. That should get to two of you to bond don’t you think?” He pressed on.

“Are you crazy? I can’t really cook, you know, at least not when I use the smoke alarm as a timer.”

John giggled a little about this.

“What about you invite her to do the cooking?” John asked.

“As long as we are being honest, its better if am the one in the kitchen otherwise my apartment might come down in flames. ”

John felt irritated by this conversation and wished he had not gotten involved in the first place. He however felt sorry for his friend who was in his late twenties and was serious about settling down.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do, take her out for dinner, to some fancy place of your or her choice. Don’t be bothered by what she eats or doesn’t. Just make sure she is having fun.” John continued. “As a friend I can give you my opinion but can never tell you what to do, thats where you’ve gotta take that leap of faith and go the extra mile alone. So, while dinner is underway, order some drinks, perhaps a bottle of champagne. By the time its empty, the two of you will have broken down that invisible wall between you. That should get your juices flowing, then you can do whatever.”

“Is it possible for us to skip the food part?” Matt asked with a feeling of defeat in his voice.

“Thats up to you! Its Christmas, buy her a drunk and she will drink to her fill, be merry! Remember as a friend I can only advice you, after that you are on your own!”

– an xmas feature article; tbc

~ from a guest writer ~ susan and matt S1E1 pilot

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Wishes From a Fashion Passion