Today’s Word

Hello!

As I don’t currently have a typical 9-to-5pm job, I sleep at 6 or 7AM everyday and wake up around 12 to 1PM. Which, you know, isn’t enough sleep.

Guys! Today’s word is quadrennial (kwo-DREN-ee-uhl).

Look up it’s meaning.

Happy 29th February, everyone!

These days I’m getting better at cheering myself up.

:)

It’s nice, but sometimes I miss brooding.

They Said He Changes When The Sun Goes Down

I’m running on sand. That’s how it feels like. I’m running on sand, and I’m getting nowhere, and I’m falling and I’m slipping and I’m back where I started. I am always back where I started. Perhaps we never really grow up, because here I am, on the brink of adulthood – and I’m speaking a foreign language in a place where everyone is speaking another tongue altogether. I woke up this morning and nobody understands English anymore, and try as I may, I can’t connect. Displacement: (n.) The act of displacing, or the state of being displaced; a putting out of place.

Why?

I don’t get it. Why?

Maybe I need a hobby. Something I can hog to myself, without needing to answer to everyone else; something I can do on my own space and time… without having to give in to demands and feedback and requests. Of course I know the blogshop project isn’t long-term. That was never my expectation, never my goal.

I have my eyes set on a bigger prize.

I’ll be damned if I don’t try, damned if I give up before I even make a feeble attempt.

Planning in progress!

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Just because you don’t believe in yourself, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t, too.

We all need dreams, no matter how far-fetched.

We all need something to wish for.

 

Today Is A Sad Day

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Talk about a wake-up call. I don’t usually mess up with work, but I guess when I do, it’s really… bad. GAH. The worst part is I have no way of fixing it entirely. I do hate disappointing people! I’ve forgotten what it’s like to feel so shitty all over (especially when it truly is my fault), and I hope this fades off fast! :( :( :(

*digs  out a hole and buries self in it to lie for all of eternity.

Anyway…

Here’s a daily look:

My whole entire outfit did not cost me anything more than RM200. The breakdown:

Shades – Cotton On
Beige Shirt (worn underneath) – Bought from a shop that sells secondhand, vintage clothes nearby our favorite mamak hangout.
Striped Blue Sweater – Okay, this one you have to guess. I can’t give away ALL my secrets!
Bag – (Inspired) Mulberry Alexa
Leggings – My sister’s. Now it’s mine.
Lace Up Combat Boots – ShoesHaven

Basically, the most expensive items in this outfit are the bag & the boots. Everything else I either got for free, or for dirtcheap prices (which is, y’know, practically free).

Fashion doesn’t have to be expensive. Yes, I know, I might sound like a know-it-all slash hypocrite because I have been known to spend extraordinary amount on branded clothing – BUT I also shop at places like Times Sq., Sg. Wang, factory outlets, secondhand / vintage stores. I even shop at Econsave, Giant, Tesco. It requires an eye for spotting nice items in the midst of all the trash, TONNES of patience, and years and years of practice. It’s also nice to shop with friends who know your taste – who wouldn’t look down their noses at you if you CHOOSE to step into a high street shopping mall, and who wouldn’t make you feel like a materialistic whore if you decide to splurge on an overpriced pair of shoes as well. (And that’s why I have the bestest friends in the world.) It’s life, you know – sometimes you find really great things in Sg. Wang and Giant and factory outlets, sometimes you don’t. Give and take. Take chances! Explore.

One of the questions I’ve been asked most often: Where do you get your clothes?

(I’m pretty sure one of my best friends get asked that a lot, too.)

And when I mention the place, and the price I got it for, their eyes turn into saucers and pop out and fly off into the unknown universe beyond. No, just kidding. But I do get an overreaction. It’s not about the BRAND, or the PLACE, or the PRICE (although it’s nice, isn’t it, to splurge on higher quality items sometimes?) – it’s about how you put the outfit together. IT’S TRUEEE! :D

Ta dah!

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Okay, so I thought I would feel better at the end of this post, but I really don’t feel better at all.

:(

Suit Up! Says Barney

Today’s look is inspired by one of my best gfs! (And Kate Moss, but okay.)

I’m wearing zero makeup on and I’ve got unwashed hair and once again, this outfit was thrown together haphazardly in three minutes flat. : / Forgive me. My mother woke me up at 10AM (I only went to sleep around 5 or 6AM) – to cut a long story short, I was her personal driver for the day. I did get like, an hour’s break alone at home, though, so the camera got busy a-clickin’.

Me and the girls went shopping last weekend and one of them bought an oversized black blazer and started rattling off outfit ideas; I guess some of it stuck to me ‘cos I gave birth to this look today haha!

Black Blazer – Zara
Men’s T – Edwin
Shades – Cotton On
Shorts – Vintage Apparel, 1 Utama
Bag – (Inspired) Mulberry Alexa
Lace-Up Boots – ShoesHaven

Kate Moss pulls this off with leather pants instead of shorts – but I tried leather leggings and it’s not really working for me. The combination just makes me look disproportionate, instead of lean and leggy… which is so unfair, grr, at 163cm I’m not exactly SHORT for a 20-year-old, but I suppose there are some things that only supermodels can pull off. :( But I digress. So, I’m really not a blazer person normally – it’s too heavy for Malaysian weather, but I guess offsetting that with shorts is acceptable enough!

Feedback? :)

This post is to bribe all of you into visiting my blogshop thingamajig here.

Have a great week, you guys!

Hi Everyone

Be a lamb and go to www.thisisnotablogshop.wordpress.com.

If you do that, a genie will appear right behind you.

If you actually decide to buy something from that blogshop thingamajig, that genie will grant you three wishes. No, you can’t cheat and wish for more wishes.

If you exit without buying anything, that genie will morph into Samara and you won’t get no sleep tonight. Yes, in a bad way.

I love you guys kthxbye!

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I woke up at 4PM today.

Damnit!

 

I’m Your Ch-Ch-Ch Cherry Bomb

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Been feeling somewhat unproductive lately – so I decided to experiment this afternoon. I meant to put together an outfit with strong elements of red, and bam! This is the end result. Not bad, I think, for a look thrown together in under five minutes!

White Tee – Cotton On
Red Skirt – a+ap
Suspenders – Uniqlo
Red Mary Janes – We Love You Shoes (Blogshop)
Bag – (Inspired) Mulberry Alexa
John Lennon Shades – Teluk Cempedak, Kuantan

(Yeah you can stop reading now ‘cos here comes the boring, descriptive “on Monday I… on Tuesday I…”)

(God I’m so nice, right, giving you guys heads up and all.)

Passed up the last of this MSP cycle on Monday! Barely slept for two hours crunching out reports – but it’s alright because V came over and picked me up and a bunch of us hung out at ss15 just like ol’ times, except that now we’re older and some of us have graduated and that JS / Underground is now christened The Something(?) Alley. Yesterday I worked for V (these days he’s a much nicer boss) at The One Academy – and the people there are so nice! :) They’re all 70% nice, 29% really flirty and 1% socially awkward. We headed to AC after work (man, talk about ol’ times), rested for an hour or so and then the boys played ball while I watched.

Okay so you would think that, as a football / futsal girl all my life, I would be bored to tears watching a bunch of sweaty guys play basketball… but it was actually really, really, really fun! I suspect it’s got something to do with how football is played on like a super massive field (where there are always lots of mosquitoes), and futsal is played in a netted field (so I can barely see anyone let alone the ball) – meanwhile basketball was played on a cemented basketball court with no stupid nets out in the open.

Or maybe I’m just biased.

‘Kay that’s all.

:D

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I’ve been feeling kind of… weird(?) the past few days. There was one time that I spent the whole day just curled up in bed, crying – like I called up my boyfriend and I said I was going to drive over for dinner, and he said no, ‘cos he didn’t want me to drive all the way just to hang out for 45 minutes, and I got so mad (I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY)… I just started to cry. He had to come over to see me after a whole day of work just because my emotions and feelings and hormones were screwing me up so bad, I just couldn’t stop crying. Listening to an upbeat, non-emotional Arctic Monkeys track? Cried. Reading an old Jodi Picoult book? Cried. Couldn’t find a hairpin? Cried.

Yesterday I was driving out, and all of a sudden I got super hypersensitive to everything! Like the fact that my sun glasses were riding WAY too low on my nose, and my thighs were kind of plastered to my seat, and everything was moving too fast and too slow around me at the same time, and hey look at the sun.

I had dreams about pokemons, had dreams about watching some movie I’ve never watched before in my entire life, had dreams about jumping off a cliff into the waters below.

Today I got my period.

What the hell, lahh.

I guess that explains it.

… No, actually, that does not explain it, ‘cos my period is about two weeks early this time around. So seriously, God, what’s up, man? What’s cooking up there?

Shoutout:

HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO

ONE OF THE BEST GIRLS I KNOW!

I’m just sitting here thinking, who ever thought we’d get this far? 

(And taking Std 4 as the starting point of our friendship, we’ve basically been friends for a decade and a year.)

Look at you! 21 years old! Remember when the mere thought of turning 16, and then 18, and finally 21 seemed like such a far-off, preposterous notion? And yet here you are, one of the very first of all of us to brave the new frontier, again. How does it feel like to be 21?

When we were younger, we had dreamy, great plans, born from nothing much more than imagination and a healthy desire to get out of here –   I was going to buy a one-way flight ticket to NY, be Anna Wintour’s apprentice, and then take over Vogue America, and you were going to go on to become a household noted fashion designer, and make clothes that I could feature in the magazine. I would write a worldwide best-selling book. You were going to be  my publicist. We were going to stay within walking distance of each other, in amazing, Hollywood-star huge, jacuzzi-belching penthouses – and every now and then when we tired of our own awesomeness, we’d travel to paradises with beautiful, tranquil beaches existing only in one’s wildest imagination.

Remember when the world was our oyster?

Somehow Faustina never took part in any of our badly-hatched dreams, any of our “let’s talk about unattainable dreams” sessions.

I may never be editor-in-chief of Vogue America.  I’d probably never write a book, much less a New York Times best-selling one. But you’ll always be my best friend, my crying shoulder, my “I’m in prison right now, long story, and can only make one phone call” phone call; you’ll always be my defender, my teh-o-ais buddy, my publicist; my fashion-go-to, my stylist, my bridesmaid-in-honor should I ever get married.

You know, 21 isn’t really that old.

If I head off to UK in September, you and Faustina will have to Skype with me EVERYDAY. If I don’t head off, well, too bad guys, you’re stuck with me.

Someday, when we’re older, and successful, and happy, we’ll look back at all these and laugh, laugh at how we ever used to sing along to Blue, laugh at each and every one of our ex-boyfriends and how they’re totally ugly, sad and poor right now without us, laugh at our forever alone-ness –

Because how the hell on earth are we forever alone when we always had each other?

:)

I love you, thank you for still being my friend;

Happy birthday,

And I’ll see you this weekend!