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I'd post a picture, but I:
A.) Don't have a scanner for the runway shots
B.) Don't have any normal pics on my comp
B.) Don't know a thing about setting up my own webpage that hosts pictures.
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Zylka
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Sure, Asher. I'm really quite surprised that people think dressing nice is funny, though.
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lightblue
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L'Boro, UK
Oct 2001
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Originally posted by Zylka
I'm really quite surprised that people think dressing nice is funny, though. |
Over here (UK) you don't get into the wannabe trendy clubs if you're wearing blue jeans or sports shoes (never understood that). It all depends on the music though, if it's jungle or drum 'n bass you can get away with it. Some of the more townie places insist on a shirt with collar as well.
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Zylka
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Architecture, one of 16 applicants accepted (if I might add).
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Zylka
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HEY THIS THREAD IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT OUTLAWS NOT MY PERSONAL LIFE MING COME KILL THEM!#@#%
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Provost Harrison
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The farce is strong with this one.
Feb 2000
time: 05:16
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Originally posted by Asher
So you're one of THOSE people.
The people who wear certain brands of clothes to fit in (Tommy?), thinking that it tells people you're of an upper class, and should thereby deserve respect.
Actually, that holds the opposite effect for me and most people I know.
We see people wearing Tommy, Boss, or even Armani type clothes, and we thinking: He's trying too hard. People who try so hard to fit in don't earn my respect, nor is it a good indicator of class. What it IS an indictator of is how foolishly that person spends their money.  |
I completely agree Asher. I don't wear any of that designer crap totally plastered in the manufacturers name. If I see someone in a top with Tommy Hilfiger plastered across it, the case is that they are generally some thick scally, often with too much jewellery as well. So rather than making them look 'upper class' as you put it, it actually has the opposite effect. It actually makes them look more 'common'.
And I have seen rich kids at Oxford who plaster themselves head to foot in designer gear as well, and actually, they look sh*te. It is a matter of what you wear, not how much it costs, that makes you look good.
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Lazarus and the Gimp
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Whale-raping abomination
Aug 2000
time: 05:16
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Originally posted by Zylka
OUTLAWS F*CKING SUCKS. So I patronize the aforementioned club no more than 3 hours ago. The night starts out right (in line of course), with myself preparing for a night of debachary and supposed good times. Yet the scond the chaptsick (HAR HAR) parts from my expecting lips, ID is requested from Billy-Bad ass the bouncer. ID is provided, but to my surprise - 19 years of age is nothing adequate for an 18 year legal limit of Alberta. I beg for entrance despite my obvious pickonableness, yet fagg*tass Billy refuses. He suggests that I go to the VIP line where his "good friend" can see what he can do. Buddy #2 says he can let me in to see my forthcoming girlfriend with a ten dollar fee. "Chump change", I cheer aloud whilst tossing a 20$ in his general direction - as*hole lets me in with a quick smirk and obvious glance of disdain.
IT'S NOT MY F*CKING FAULT I DRESS LIKE I'M RICH, GET A CLUE YOU CHEAP AS* PLEATHER WEARING FAGG*TS.
The music sucks, I feign enjoyment. The drink girls throw sluttly glances in my direction, I force a wink and some change back. Had I seen more silicon in one location I'd swear I was in wherever the f*ck it is they produce said element. Ah, but I finally meet the Goddess of virtue and charm, and all goes well... *sigh*, we exchance friendly stories, and a promise to meet each other on the dance floor after I purchase the Heineken delight. Had I been in the mood to flail my legs to country & western, said promise would have been filled - but it was not to be so.
I'll cut this short. The ride home with K and M was miserable, with K (the Goddess) crying since she had broken up with boyfriend x a few hours ago. Trite and insincere advice is forced (it's tough to say anything as break-ups are hard and nothing to be belittled), but silence takes majority on my part. K and M converse with each other that K needs a man to treat her right, like a "princess" of sorts... I agree, in usual university tone - and criticism meets such vocabluary in the form of "shut the f*ck up with your big words", etc. etc.
In silence, less a demand to be dropped off immediately, I reply that I will walk through the snow and home. Hithero I have not had the chance to relate my perceptions of the evening (although the above is clustered and in short), and have not know what to say, what to do.
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Whatever. For the benefit of my fellow posters, I'm launching a new service. It is....
THE ZYLKA TRANSLATOR.
I will now feed Zylka's header post through the translator which will strip out the posturing and the rococo twirls, and focussing on the point being made. Here we go...
"Went out with bird. Got ripped off. Club was bollocks. Bird got hormonal. Talked to bird. Bird now thinks I'm a ponce. Didn't get in her knickers.
Bugger."
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