so fresh out of box

wearing: zara navy scarf, talula creme henley, the gap lilac mens oxford, talula leggings, payless boots, ardenes arm warmers

when i know i have a free day the next day, i often neglect my phone and just leave it in my bag, which usually results in a plethora of missed calls, voice mails and text messages. yes yes it is extremely irresponsible of me but i don't like feeling accessible when i am at home. i don't usually have much time to myself, so i like to spend this time on me and not on the phone with an old acquaintances that has wayyyy too many relationship problems.

i did keep myself busy during these times though, i finished the office box set M lent me, finished stalking those korean girls, attempted to clean my room and of course, during doing all of the above; i consumed my weight in chocolate. my attempt at tidying up my basement proved fruitful, i found some old mens oxfords in feminine spring colours and some of my aunt's old dress pants and almost kept my mind off of the sales going on during boxing week.

but of course i gave in and went shopping with my mom, and pickup a fur vest and an over sized sheer white graphic tee of the zodiac. welcome to my trendy closet.

that girl that jane so plain

wearing: talula oversized cardigan, hello kitty sweater tunic, betsy johnson lace tights, american apparel lake blue tights (underneath), zipia brogues

i don't really like christmas day, possibly because:
a) i am asian
b) i am an atheist
c) my family had previously owned a chinese food take out restaurant for several years which was open during xmas day, which resulted in an uneasiness to do nothing till this day.
d) our family doesn't prep or do huge feasts.
e) all of the above.

don't get me wrong, i really do like the whole spirit, the hectic atmosphere, and the exorbitant amount of chocolate consumed in preparation, but once the day is here, i feel confined to my house.
asians know how to profiteer off the xmas day holiday, since no place are open (minus 7-11) every one must eat and buy from their businesses that will main open as long there is a opportunity to make more.
speak of, today after we exchanged gifts, we went to the mandatory dim sum lunch where my brother pulled the fire alarm. at first we didn't hear anything, but sure enough, a faint and regular ringing resonated from the main dining area. in panic, we sacrificed our lovely heat vent and ran out to the cold. we all looked at each other in silence and we all simultaneously burst into laughter.

you don't have to be anybody because being somebody doesn't make you anybody anyway

velvet long sleeve double u-neck dress in burgundy, sheer long sleeve henley dress in light blue; all from american apparel

♥ long sleeve body conscious dresses

so i am not sure how i much i will like the sheerness and baby blue-ness of the sheer henley. of course i could have chose a darker, more appropriate and versatile colour to combat the sheer quality, but i am so sick of wearing such safe monochromatics. maybe i just wear super obvious black undergarments and just let the translucency speak for itself.

- also new ring in transit. can't wait!

let's end it with a smile and say goodbye

yamashita tomohisa, you've really grew into your looks.

jump jump

wearing: zara navy knit scarf, silence and noise crop top, hand me down baggy shorts, zipia black brogues, zipia faux leather jacket

so i;ve been contemplating a new travel stainless steel mug and making my own coffee. i spend wayyy too much money on heated caffeinated beverages.

trophy

wearing: H&M faux fur collar, forever 21 leopard cardigan, old navy white pocket tank, talula grandpa cardigan, hand me down high waisted grey trousers, zipia brogues, mrd74 raven claw pendant necklace.

the cat hunted the bird and presented the carcass to its owner. the owner doesn’t turn in disgust, instead she takes the claw of the bird and dips it in molten brass. she strings it around her neck and wears it proudly. the cat gets jealous that the bird got to spend more time with its owner. realizing this, the owner reciprocates her love towards the cat. these days the cat is missing, but the owner drapes a gorgeous new fur collar around her shoulders.

she loves animals so much.

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while frantically searching for my navy vest with gold buttons ( i found it btw), i came across an unmarked huge rubbermaid box that contained an assortment of my aunt's old pants from the 80's. many of them were too short, really tiny, i found two things, the grey trousers above and a pair of baggy shorts, i could actually squeeze into. i guess fashion is really just recycled every so often. well i am quite fond of my newly acquired bottoms, but there are a lot of people find the styles to be too mature, but my mom likes them on me. i guess that doesn't count, she hates 99% of my closet.

ps. good night daul kim. your appearance during fashion week and edgy editorials will be sorely missed.

those fumes

l to r: ds coronation, ds mystery, merry midnight, russian navy - suede, here today... aragon tomorrow, shim-merry chic; all opi

last friday, during one of my shopping excursions at the mall, i walked by a hair salon. one thing caught my eye: "two for $15 CAD, all opi". next thing i knew it, i spent nearly one hour at the hair salon juggling 12 different shades, trying to narrow it down to six. it is no secret among my friends that i am a nail polish junkie. i am hardly without my varnish on my nails. i hardly wear 'appropriate' colours on my hands, that is because i don't have to - still being in school has its perks. if anything i think i am most drawn towards unconventional hues of green, purple and holographic glitters. you can tell i've been craving some darker shades.

currently, i have russian navy - suede on my tips , which is gorgeous. the colour is nothing like the original formula, this is reminiscent of new denim, in both colour and texture. the matte finish gives the polish no glossiness whatsoever, but the shimmers in the polish really give this colour some dimension. this also looks amazing with a top coat on. like dazzl' amazin'.

burning bridges

being a marketing student, there are so many outgoing people in my class. people that are articulate, smart, AND well put together. everything i should aspire to be, but it is so hard for me. building connections are so difficult to start, maintain, and retain. it seriously exhausts me to death. small talk, making time for people you are not that concerned about, pretending to care about a stranger's weekend.

i don't know how much i like facebook. i've been purging my friends list ever since i started college, with the influence of a close friend. people i don't need, i don't want to be 'friends' with, people i don't care about, people that are acquaintances, people that i hopefully will never see again. i like fb for the reason of changing my display picture - people with this level of vainest, will understand. haha.


people ask me: 'why are you in marketing then?'

i like calculating and meticulous strategizing of marketing. how there is different, never set ways, of completing things. how marketing is almost an art of manipulation of business. how you can get away with things you normally cannot get away from other studies of business. truthfully, i like learning about it, applying it group projects is terrifying, and don't get me started on doing it for a living. where your efforts actual is counted on to produce a profit. so much pressure. what if you don't meet their expectations. if i had all the money in the world, my ideal career would be to study all different things. biology, history, languages, anthropology, astrology, religions etc, but never have to apply it to real life. i want to just hoard all the knowledge.

i like my future to be unpredictable. murky and gray. like feeling around in thick fog. if it hits me, great. if it doesn't, there will be a next time. if i stub my toe on an obstacle, i should have looked down. i guess i am not that competitive nor aggressive. i should be.

cream

wearing: zipia leather jacket, zipia lace dress, zipia black brogues, joe fresh style ribbed tights, nightmarket scarf.

in attempts to avoid feeling like the idiot stick figure with no soul, i dug up my old hair crimper. can you tell i've been watching too much old sex and city reruns?

the weather is great. it would be better if i had the military parka from TNA

cold front

wearing: urban outfitters striped tunic, american apparel cycle shorts, zipia brogues

happy shoes

i think for the longest time i really avoided any thing pink coloured. i really wasn't fond of the idea of ultra feminine delicateness, forced punk princess (avril lavigne), or valentine's day.

but then ss 09, soft neutrals, nudes and alternatively neon pinks, oranges, and yellows made their debuts. and i didn't hate it. i really like the subtle contrast of a softer neutral with a retina searing neon.


style

black + fluorescent pink= harsh


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so it comes down to me spontaneously ordering a pair of pink high top sneakers off zipia. i want to scruff them up so bad. they still look too pristine. the style is very similar to doc martens with the clunkier profile, while the canvas body and rope shoe laces really make the shoes really playful looking. i can't wait to pair these with clean khaki pants, heather grey tights & navy leggings. yes the are the pink versions of the black ones from the last post.

can't stop we won't stop

wearing: american apparel sexuali tee, sirens jeans, zipia high tops, zipia bowler hat, forever 21 dancing emblem necklace, urban outfitters messy chain necklace

it is going to be a tough semester. 6 classes + one thoroughly neglected online communications course + slowly paying back my parents = no impromptu shopping excursions.

further kpop brainwash: t-iara & supernova - T.T.L. (time to love)

the day before

school starts tomorrow. goodbye summer of disappointing and spontaneous family vacations, mundane closing shifts, experimenting with number of ways to conceal my growing bangs, walking to conserve and sleeping until 2pm. summer is never too good to me. hello autumn, i;ve missed you darhhhling...





wearing: zipia striped top, forever 21 faux leather shorts, aldo wrapped sandals

i don;t know how to commit

welcome to another style blog. through all my years of worshiping all things style and fashion related, i've learned that i can't say no to anything, except uggs. those just don;t make any sense to me.

i want to say that my style falls precisely into classics or future minimalistic or preppy sporty or girly romantic or vintage boho etc but i can't. i don't really like the word 'or', the greedy glutton in me loves 'and'. what is wrong with embodying the classics AND future minimalistic AND preppy sporty AND girl romantic AND vintage boho? huh? i want everything under the sun. my 'style' may change every day or last for months. no restrictions. can't have fun being boxed in. right?

if it is furry, i want to touch.
if it is neon, i want to see.
if it has a loud print, i want to hear.
if it emits an expected scent, i want to smell.

if it a furry neon printed jacket with a faint memory of Zest, bring it on!

*taste excluded, i am much pickier because i am a vegetarian.