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.

Jacket – Gmarket, Scarf – 1m cloth from Cloth House, Pants – H&M, Shoes – ZARA, Top – Christopher Kane for Topshop, Bag – Etsy. Photos by Susan Falkenas.

Somehow I’ve managed to spin back into the damned routine that I remember banishing out of my system at the end of my second year, where work of all sorts mutate into triple-eyed beasts that follow me into my dreams and knock down perfectly fine potted plants from my ledge of sanity. This routine that involves taking in webdesign jobs on top of schoolwork and existing unfinished jobs. I line them up perfectly time-wise which is probably why they tumble like dominos when one goes wrong. So I had a breakdown, I confess, but thankfully snapped out of it seeing that the work wasn’t going to do on its own. And here I am, worried about whether my concept for a school project will tickle the tutor’s fancy, yet there are more and more bodies (and survivors! thank God) being pulled out under rubbles in Haiti. Gotta be ashamed of myself. Thank you God for allowing me have a frickin higher education and a job as a candy bonus, and I’m so sorry.




Jacket, Bag, White Dress Gmarket | Crop-Tee AA | Shoes H&M | Leather Harness All Saints





Just because I was convinced that the colour was draining out of my life spending all day in a bat-ridden cave I decided to take Ellen’s invitation and crawled out today (AH SUNLIGHT, IT BURRRNS!!). I believe the best thing that brings the colours back to your life is dodging sales assistants in John Lewis while taking covert pictures of, you won’t believe it, fabric. I don’t get why it’s not allowed – what, am I going to use the photos to replicate the art of sorting zippers and ribbons? Or do I look like I don’t have enough of a life to plan a terrorist attack on a floor full of rich housewives? Actually the last bit is quite intriguing. BOOM go the annoying Chihuahuas.

I’m just JOKING for those with any allegiance to John Lewis, rich housewives and the art of ribbon sorting. I would also gladly take the photos down if you wish, just email no@not-really.com, and mind your manners please.

With all that said, I love John Lewis, rich housewives and sorting ribbons!