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 change—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.



The Hello World! post on November 22, 2008

Exactly one year ago today at 1:39am, Park&Cube was born by X-section. It had weighed 3.24kg and had a cry like no other newborn in the ward. If I recall clearly, on birth it had bellowed at the nurse I LIKE SHOES, AND SHIT THAT HANGS ON MY BODY, clearly we’ve come a long way. (Have we really?)

Well, many thankyou’s are in order today! First off, thank you to la brilliant Ellen for suffering all kinds of weather for a photoshoot, sacrificing your jeans while crouching to make my head seem smaller, you deserve a million bazillion jambon kisses <3. Thank you to my family occasionally agreeing for a photoshoot albeit outrageous compensations on my part. Thank you lately, to many Nigerian princesses for offering friendship and large sums of money, tempting, but no thanks I don’t take petty change. Also thank you to those who have contacted me with interest in advertising on my blog, unfortunately there have never been or will ever be advertising on my blog.

Finally, thank you readers for sticking around this good-for-nothing blog – some of you I’ve known since the beginning – I really really appreciate the kind words and interest you leave in my blog.

To mark the occasion, I’ll be doing a giveaway of an All Saints fringe chain necklace to one lucky reader. Simply leave a comment under this post* before the 30th of November 23:59 GMT, with your name, email and location. A winner will be drawn randomly and announced on the 1st of December. Please don’t attempt to be übersmart and leave a more than one comment under different names, the web wasn’t born yesterday, there’s quite a simple way of knowing.

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Faux-lamb fur Cardigan, Jeans – Gmarket, Jersey Cardigan – Zara, Boots – Loeffler Randall from TwentyThirtyForty.net, Leather Harness – All Saints, Crop Vintage Top – Samantha’s Blogshop, Necklace – H&M

The sky is so hormonal lately I feel like throwing it a big fat painkiller so it stops being so pissy and sunny within the course of a few hours. The other day I misjudged its temper and went out wearing nothing but a blouse and that fake lamb fur thing and caught myself a tickly cough cold, the thing that only creeps out in the most inconvenient of times like in church or in a packed train. I’m sure that if it weren’t for bird flu, swine flu, caterpillar flu, refrigerator flu I would’ve received a gentle pat on the back from a middle class gentleman while being offered baby backup water from mothers. Well hot dang no, there I was in the train, suppressing the cough so much my shoulders were heaving as if I was laughing, then to finally burst into a choke/puke cough so loud and startling that the dozing man in the corner jerked awake and ran out thinking it was his stop…





Jacket – Gift, DIY Cut sweatshirt – Uniqlo, Jersey Cardigan – ZARA, Pants – Gmarket, Harness – All Saints

Not feeling so hot today. It’s that kind of day you want to sit on a plastic chair and keel over growling like a pirate.


Clockwise: All Saints Zhina Necklace | All Saints Jolanta Long Waistcoat | MNG Thigh-high suede boots | Modcloth Draper Equestrian Hat | By Zoe Thigh-high boots | Carvela Geometric heel | Topshop Leather bag | Gmarket Silk pants

Just wanted to set the mood for the month – so much eyecandy I’m becoming diabetic.






Dress, bag H&M | Harness All Saints | Shoes Zara

Looks like we won’t be going anywhere outside the hotel grounds during this Turkish holiday, seeing as everything we need is pretty much in here. Frankly, I would prefer to steer clear of hosting a tourist circus-on-wheels show in the nearest town looking for something noteworthily Turkish, be it a marketplace or a cave. My family has a PhD on tourist circus, the lose eachother in the market and see you at the airport on Sunday act is by far the most amusing and crowd-winning. OK only kidding, but my point is it’s best for our own sake if we buzz around within some sort of system with walls and security – jail, rehab, or hotel – wellll, hotel it is. I guess we won’t be witnessing any authentic Turkish culture, but oh well, I guess save it for another journey.

Hello, how d’you do from Mistr Turtle I found at the golf course near the lake by the 8th tee.