I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a changeā€”a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.




Shirt Vintage Ralph Lauren | Jeans H&M | Shoes Nine West | Bag Public Beware

Hiya. I haven’t been doing much worth talking about. Everyday, sizzling in the white sun, then in the evening getting poured on by buckets of rain with awesome thunderstorms…it’s like a fairytale weather, really. I have nowhere to go or no-one to meet (literally, I have 0 friends here, curse of the international schools) so please, take pity and understand the lack of posts.

I do have something funky in front of me that I want to share.


I have a fish of questionable identity. If it was Korean it would be an icecream and it’d call itself Steve Kim, but this one I found in a Japanese packaging with a German import label. For those living in Europe will know that import labels for Asian food always happen to be stuck on top of the most important bit of the original packaging, like HOW YOU EAT THE CONTENTS bit. So here I am, confuzzled, wondering whether it needs to be microwaved/cooked or shoved in mouth before it melts. I shall give it a poke.

(Look what you make me end up writing about, summer.) For those new to the blog, hello and welcome, yes I lack a few crucial braincells.

DIY Studded top: Revamp a plain corset-top!


Blouse GossamerWingsStudio | Corset Morgan

Just a quick one today. I forgot that when you come back home mum knocks off a couple of years off your age and you’re suddenly 13 years old, getting scolded for not being home before 7pm. I was driving a car when I got that text message from her. Yes mum, I’ll come straight home, it’s a dangerous world out there, someone might mug my windshield wipers on my way back. Ah CLOWN MONSTER IN THE BACK SEAT!

Revamped an old corset from Morgan. It was bedazzled before, but I thought I could use the bling somewhere else so I detatched everything and studded it. Nothing special. Next step is to grow boobage to hold the damn thing up – will not help the fact that my body age (chesticular, in particular) (hey that rhymes!) is 13 now.





Jacket ASOS | Top Topshop | Tshirt I Don’t Like Mondays | Pants Gmarket | Shoes Office | Bag Public Beware & Samsonite

I love airports, I do – but I can’t help but notice the procedure of travelling by airplane is not anymore a method of transport or a service but some kind of mandatory firedrill in a governmental institution. The hype! I walk through the metal detectors with 40% less clothes after losing jacket, belt, shoes and bag to the scanner – pants threatening to obey gravity and drop, and still something manages to set the detectors off. Turns out it’s the metal buttons on my pants – would you like to escort me to a private room and ask me WHAT I WAS GOING TO DO WITH THE BUTTON? Why don’t you take my bladder while you’re at it, I tell you it has more potential of blowing up than my innocent 100ml of moisturiser. I know, it’s all for my own safety – but seriously, most of us struggle with locating the switch to open the hood of the car, let alone wire a bomb, and I don’t think we yet understand the benefits of terrorizing a plane. Do I get extra mileage for that?

The baseline is, I would like to knit in the plane at least once in my lifetime. Sometimes I would like to cut some paper in the plane with sharp scissors too.





Leather Jacket ASOS | Croptop AA | Bodycon, Socks, Shoes Topshop | Pants, Bag Gmarket

It seems like I’m really running out of things to listen to, my playlist is becoming more and more movie soundtrack-based of late. Although, not much playback for musical albums like Moulin Rouge or the Phantom of the Opera, but more for something’s behind that door scores that generally go do-do-do-do in your ears, followed by a boom-ka – aaand repeat that for 3 whole minutes. I find myself walking down the street feeling strangely hero-like… throw in a coupla urges to jump over perfectly fine fences and benches. In my mp3 player The Dark Knight soundtrack is listed after the Band of Brothers soundtrack, which after a quick playlist shuffle leaves me mildly confused wondering was Batman in WWII?

I’ll leave you with one of my favourites from the Dark Knight album, I suggest you listen to it when you think your life isn’t dramatic enough.

Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard – Introduce a Little Anarchy






Jacket Zara | Top Uniqlo | Pants Gmarket | Sheos ALDO | Bag Alphabetbags.com | Sunnies ASOS | “Bodychain” DIY

Took a train down to Portsmouth with Ellen to visit the D-Day museum and spend a day at the beach. The weather was a bit too chilly to relax on the pebbles but we did windsurf on the boardwalk. The wind literally pushed us down the far side of the beach where we had to refuel ourselves with cotton candy and icecream to propel back against the monster. I must say, something about cotton candy makes you feel like you have an extra limb and wheels on your toes, or was that just us high on sugar.

British seaside is so lovable, the colours and the smell… feels so good taking a break from the city.