Homemade. Yes.

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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...