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I love this boy and I'm going to go find him at the Artwoods Bookshop. Because I can! London flight booked for the 29th wheeeeee.

Ronery

There's no post like a k-pop inspired post.

Word.

Roast Coffee & Eatery

Sunday brunch in Bangkok with mona TV.

B A N G K O K , 2011

Head To Toe

Really simple outfit before heading to Orchard Rd for my last full day in Singapore. Gonna hit up A Curious TeePee today along with some other high street stores. One thing I might snap today: Topshop varsity jacket. Nay or yay?

Wearing Vintage mens denim shirt, American Apparel corduroy skirt in creme, socks from Harbour Front

For a couple of weeks, I realised, I have been semi-bombarded by American Apparel's online promotion. AND I LOVE IT. Ever since the news that a group of Canadian investors have pumped their money into the company when it was on the verge of bankruptcy, AA is back and stronger than ever. Thank god I didn't have to start a SaveAmericanApparel.com (wait, that already exists).

Besides the point, this is my favourite brand/company of all time. I even applied for a job there while I was at Uni (but only went as far as an interview). This is a brand that I've always liked. I still remember not being able to bring myself to buy anything because I thought it was so overpriced which sometimes is still the case. Having said that I'm obsessed with their hosiery and accessories. I think their range of leather clutches are amazing and I would own it in every colour if I wasn't a fresh graduate trainee who is working for almost nothing. Ah, life. But hey, that doesn't mean I don't beg my dad to get me a Corduroy Circle Skirt every time he takes a business trip to Korea. That thing is amazing, I have it in black and now I want it in Martini Blue (go buy it here and thank me later).

The thing that strikes me about loving this brand is that I have allowed myself to be swallowed into their marketing. Not that that is a bad thing. Image is not everything but it's so pleasurable. Looking at an American Apparel ad usually evokes some sort of emotion - satisfaction, uneasiness, rage, you name it. And I like that about the brand. Personally, it makes me want to walk around town with a best friend who dresses just like me (in an ideal world that would translate to wearing American Apparel from head to toe). A friend who doesn't care if she bends over to fix a shoelace and reveal her Stretch Floral Lace Thong and probably would just giggle if someone was looking, an AA girl.

Click to visit American Apparel Website

Fashion films, oh, fashion films. I've always had a love/hate relationship with them. And just for the purpose of this post, I am speaking of short videos rather than a 90 minute video. I mean, in one aspect you'd guess, for someone who loves fashion, what is there to hate about fashion films? It must be heaven, right? Just minutes of pure concentration of the clothes. In most, you get to the the fabrics up close, how it flows and drapes and looks when worn.

And don't get me wrong, I'm easily amused. But not with fashion films. I've always felt that most are too commercialised. Some, on the other hand, are fantastic. Nowness usually has a lot of good ones up. And Opening Ceremony. Especially Opening Ceremony. That might just need a another post on its own (Humberto and Carol, I love you!).

In all honesty, I think this Shakuhachi clip above feels a little Gareth Pugh wannabe. And I mean.. the walk, the wind, the weird electro sound, Pugh has been doing it for years.

ps. I have labeled this post 'Judged' because that's how I'm going to label posts where I feel like I'm letting out steam and word-vomitting onto a post in a sort of criticising way about all sorts of things. I live in a small town and has anger problems is rage-y, it's natural.

I want to be somewhere cold.

Cold enough to wear a beanie and go crazy on tights and thigh highs at American Apparel.

(Private pictures)

A friend and I were having this discussion about books. Actually, my love for books. Same diff.

Then I started going off on a tangent and said: "Gosh, I miss the secondhand bookstores in Melbourne. They are scary and romantic in a way."

Like empty train stations at night. That was going be my next sentence but this was with a guy friend, and guy friends are always telling me that looking at me like I'm so over-thinking life and shit. And what's the point of having a blog if you can't pure a load of emotional/philosophical/worse-than-pathetic utterance all over it!

Back to empty train stations. Y' know, because I'm artistic and imaginative as a bag of rainbow gummybears, I tend to dream up these scenerios where:

a) I get stalked by this beast of a man

b) a rapist is chasing after me

c) a group of druggies demand that I join them or else they will stab me with their dirty needles

I mean, that's scary. Right?

Right.

On the other hand, what is more romantic than (and this is a real story) a seemingly normal night after a gig when I was dragging myself to Platform 2 in my sky-high, studded, distressed leather red boot clogs (amen), they decided to spin Norah Jones.

That moment fucking changed my life.

Homemade. Yes.

someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here someone get me out of here

I thought that might look a little less depressing if it was in coral. What do you think?

I'm turning 21 and I'm stuck in my house with nothing to do but listen to Toro Y Moi (which is the only thing that eases my pain right now). I was thinking of editting my fake American Apparel campaign but the counterfeited copy of Adobe Indesign I got from the market doesn't work so I'm planning to do that while at my traineeship lunchbreak on tuesday after the public holiday Monday (I will appreciate being in Thailand, for once, next week because we will have both Monday and Thursday off for public holiday).

Things I wouldn't mind doing right now:

Being dressed in anything but pajamas.

Owning an apartment. Spending five years away from does that to you I guess. Solitude is bliss.

Buy a cat. I'm discovering the grandma in me.

Dye my hair pink (again). Actually, this can be filed under What I Will Do When Father Send Me to Business School For MBA.

LOVE

Tonight I found someone's eyebrow pencil (sorry, Mother) in the drawers and decided to give myself some freckles. The look I was going for was Liu Wen on Chloe Fall/Winter runway and not some diseased bitch...

As it turns out, I am no make up expert. And being the helpful sister that you have always wished you had (I know you do) I will let you on a little secret I stumbled across.

INTO THE GLOSS

Oh yes. This is no "lots of water is my beauty secret" bullcrap. These girls actually give you the low down on their trading secrets. Effective moisturisers, favourite scents to source of the sold-out Chanel nail varnishes, there is nothing to lose and everything to gain.

You know you want to.

Firstly, let me get this out of the way.... WHAT IN THE WHAT!!?@#$%^&*()(

Now that we are over with that. @#$%^&*()*&&*^*&^(*& WHY KARL? Why mess with your flawless record? Magnum and Chanel just doesn't flow. At least not in my hood.

Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate the beautiful cinematography but dang, the plot is little more than hideous. Don't even get me going on the 'acting' in this video. IT'S ALL HAPPENING, ISN'T IT? The lovely Baptiste Giabiconi cannot act to save his life. And gosh, Rachel Bilson. I loved her in The O.C., she is everyone's favourite all American girl type. But that's that, she should just stick with The O.C.

If you are still on your way to finding an inner-sass, Simon Doonan will help you get there faster. Being a Creative Ambassador-At-Large of Barneys New York, he's got style (I mean, the man is wearing black pumps and burberry scarf in Stylecaster's 50 Most Stylish New Yorkers shoot, C'mon!) and exudes chicness.

I totally have his back on the topic of experimenting absolutely everything when you are in your 20s-30s. What's the point of wearing a bland white tee and jeans when you could be wearing a grungy black leather jacket full of studs and pins hanging off it or ten different kinds of floral in one outfit (not that everyone wants to do this). But the point is, fashion is not for the fearless and you can't possibly know what is good for you if you haven't tried and tested everything in the book.

To say I'm obsessed with red hair would be an understatement. I have been a fan of Florence's hair for longer than I can remember. I mean, the colour itself adds an automatic pop to any outfit. You can possibly get away with wearing little make up, which is always a plus!

My other all-time favourite redhead couldn't have been anyone else but Taylor Tomasi, Marie Claire's Style and Accessories Editor. Other than her well kept red, she has an amazing style that makes her a true gem in the Fashion crowd.

Some time I am so grateful that I'm one of those who are able to view a lot of things in life realistically. Some other time I just feel like a douche.

Example of a benefit:

A cute guy is eyeing you from across the room.

You applied for a job. There are 50 applicants and you are not likely to be in the top 3 most promising candidates. Realist goggles on, you are likely to do way more work and get lots of practice and even ask around bits of advices. Hence, you are more prepared and increase your chance of landing the job.

Example of a drawback:

A person you know is going out of his or her way to really make your life a shit whole and he or she is a smart manipulative bitch. By you I mean me and by he or she I really mean She. After a few serves of nonsense, it's pretty obvious to me. But according to people around me, shit is normal? It's although their mothers and fathers took them to get these shots when they were young so they grow immune to all this bullshit and somehow my parents just forgot to take me. It's like we took a weekend trip down the bush and I came back with this X-ray vision (it's not my fault I didn't take those shots!).

Story of my life.

Most days I feel myself wanting to be the next version of Me like the tech-hungry dreamed of iPad 2 before its launch. 'I could do with a new haircut, another shade of lipstick. Perhaps a relocation?' I find myself thinking. I wonder if this is a good way to live.

Hm. I promised (myself) to write more once I got this blog going since I'm a two-pictures-and-five-words kind of girl. So I guess this post will just be me, writing about not writing enough. I wish I was better with words.

Words are great. Lots of words, even better. I'm guessing this is why I have been endlessly reading since I left Melbourne last month. Or may be I'm just socially awkward now that I'm away from my friends. No, books! Yes, I love them! I used to be the contrary, too spastic to read. And now? Even my idol is a writer/poet. Ah life...