Took a bus to china town

Saturday, December 29, 2012

For the past few days, I've been lounging around my room, slowly and painfully leveling my cute little Asura elementalist on Guild Wars, listening to Ho Hey by The Lumineers on repeat, and scrolling through virtual pages and pages of Tumblr. There's nothing quite better than filling the inspiration mug up to the brim and gulping the whole thing down. Now my contacts are doing that funny thing where they refuse to cooperate with my eyes and my computer screen is simply a rectangular blur. Good thing Ms. Kuz taught me how to type properly in my Computers class back in Junior High.

PS: Beginning Boutique is having one of their biggest sales evar. Click here for awesome-ness.


Becoming a fool was half the fee

Okay, okay, I know.  Jeremy Scott's Bart Simpson print has become not so much as overdone, but popularly displayed and re-worked by bloggers and clothing manufacturers alike. Yet, after having been a Simpsons fan for a very long time, it's hard to not want to walk around with Bart's face everywhere, his cheeky grin mocking a confused passerby and reeking of mischief. There was a time when my brother and I would sneakily find our way to the TV and watch the Simpsons on the lowest, possible volume where speech was almost intelligible. My father did  not enjoy his ten and seven-year-old children watching a cartoon with apparently inappropriate messages underlying every word and 2D action. Yet it was something about our infatuation with these seemingly jaundiced characters and our lack of understanding that kept our eyes glued to the screen. Youthful ignorance has a way of crawling to the doorstep of bliss and happiness, doesn't it? What am I even talking about?

backpack c/o grafea, jacket from asos, UNIF x nastygal hellbounds, bart simpson shirt and skirt c/o choies


Brighter stars are underground

Friday, December 28, 2012

Everything is complete. My computer is up and running (thanks to T), my bed is sleep-able, my fingers are almost frozen to the bone, my bedside table is actually three shoe-boxes stacked on top of each other, and I can finally resume my recluse-lifestyle in my new room. Outfit photos have become more of a challenge now that my bed has taken over what was previously my "studio", so now I give you some half-assed versions of outfit photos before I find another place for my tripod to call home. Taking photos outdoors where it's in the minus degrees Celsius is definitely out of the question, especially when wearing men's t-shirts as dresses.