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 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.



Croptop Zara | Tshirt | I Don’t Like Mondays | Pants, Shoes Gmarket | Belt Rockit | Bag DIY Studded Vintage | Jacket H&M






I think we managed alright with the exhibition. My camera just magically ran out of battery before I could take any pictures of my own work, hotdang. Well, not that I would put my work up here. The exhibition is up in Free Range till the 1st of June in F Block T2 of the Truman Brewery on Brick Lane E1 for those with very little to do this weekend and happen to be around.

About the outfit photo, I do realise that the Zara cropped-top colours are dramatically different here and in the previous post. It’s actually closer to the colour on this post – I think I cranked down the saturation too much on the previous… Oh yes and the hair, I didn’t realise my bun fell apart until I pulled it out of the oven… No, I didn’t realise my bun fell apart until I looked at the pictures at home, it’s my wrestle-on-sofa-with-sleep hair, for those wondering if it has a life of its own and a name.





Knit Jumper Vintage | Tshirt I Don’t Like Mondays | Pants, bag Gmarket | Shoes Cutesyshoes

It’s so wrong when you had a can of energy drink that looks like an angry brown poop (refer to pic in last post) and you still feel doozy woozy sleeepy.

I can’t wait till Sale season. I think I spend more when I forbid myself to shop. It must work the other way, right? Stingy when allowed to spend. Mini rebel needs some discipline because clearly, this thing I just bought from ASOS is DIYable inside and out.




Jacket Urban Outfitters | Tshirt I Don’t Like Mondays | Pants Mom’s Daks | Shoes New Look

Back in Warsaw now.





I think I may have pretzel-jinxed my planeride home – look we actually got pretzels this time. Hey, at least gimme something Italian to end my Roman Holiday, like a 21-gun salute out of the country with pasta flying out of the rifles…



Jacket Gmarket.co.kr | Scarf Fabricstore | Tshirt I Don’t Like Mondays

Jeans All Saints | Bag DIY Studded Vintage | Shoes H&M

Err so I finally watched Watchmen today. Brilliant picture, except found myself constantly thinking that the blue man needs to wear some panties, really.



Oh yes my brother arrived today, we went to have Korean for dinner. Our evening concluded with an unexpectedly high bill, some digits similar to the price of a pair of shoes. Oh sob, the prices we pay for grub that passes out of our system anyway…

Here’s a question: does he look older or younger than me?