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.

Coat – Kobra x Anywho @ Warsaw Airport

As an inherent motormouth I’ve had a hard time the past few months holding onto this exciting information, and last week I did yelp on Facebook, but the plan was to head to New York for fashion week to cover for two really great sponsors. Despite the accent as some may have noticed in the Next video I have never actually been to the US, and undoubtedly this would’ve made a rather pleasant first visit… Until my visa was rejected by the US embassy in London. So I booked an urgent flight to Warsaw to reapply from there seeing that my ‘socio-economic ties’ were stronger there, but again, refused. It’s been a rollercoaster ride, both emotionally and physically – packing for an 11-day trip, anticipating new adventures, climbing up and down through the clouds into snowy Warsaw but finally admitting defeat and flying straight back into windy London… I’m not dismissing possibility that God wanted me away from something bad from happening during the trip, but it could’ve simply been the fact that maybe I’ve deified this blog too much lately and neglected on other virtues and a self-glorifying trip maybe wasn’t a great idea. As a South Korean a US visa should not have been a problem to attain, so whatever the reason, I’ve decided to regard this whole situation as a form of life lesson – whether in short or long run, one that ultimately awards a step forward.

Speaking of lessons, on my flight back into London I was sandwiched in between two rows of wailing devil babies, and 50 minutes into the flight I ripped out my earphones that were clearly useless and decided to just wail with them. I say it’s never too early for reverse-psychology lessons.