Vest Gmarket | Dress as top Topshop | Skirt H&M | Shoes Nine West | Bag Etsy

Sorry about that second photo. I’m obviously slightly hungover from that flight back home – DEVIL CHILDREN… Turns out I’ve brought back 3kg more phat as a souvenir from the Turkey trip, how very memorable.

Well, I’ll check back later, I bled sleep on that damned flight and I’m a bit anemic.

Shirt Gmarket | Pants Zara | Shoes Nine West | Bag Pollini

• Slept 3 hours in the past 24 hours.
• Watched Slumdog Millionaire with le boyfriend again and ended up competing who can slurr the millionaire part of “Welcome to…Who Wants to be a Millionaire!” line best. (BF: Who wants to be a millioerrrrele! Milliereareeee! MiRARGAHRGHRRrrr)
• My mother keeps shoving ginseng pieces in my mouth whenever she comes into my room. Like sock-in-mouth kind of shove.

• Recent grey sandals I bought in Zara sale is rather strappilicious. Slowly realising that most of my shoes are composed of straps and buckles. One cannot have too many straps and buckles, yes? somone please comfort me.

Hope everyone had a great Sunday!

Vest, Tshirt, Bag Gmarket | Pants DIY slashed Uniqlo | Sandals L’Autre Chose

Well you knew it was coming, the birthday post. I’m sorry. At least it only comes around once a year, and I’m 5.5 hours late myself. Being born on the 4th of July has all its advantages – the fireworks, aww… all this for mee?

I actually hate the hype around birthdays – only blaming the fact that I never ever had any hype for mine. Since July is the summer vacation month and no one was around to remember, all I’m used to getting are those e-cards with cliché messages from an online database that needs an excuse to remind a long-lost visitor of its existence. Ah look at me wallowing in self pity, nevermind this big baby. Oh and I’m not looking for happy birthday hope you had a great day comments so please, please, tell me something about the weather or something.

I just want to thank God for all the blessings, love and guidance for the past year.
I don’t know what my future holds but I know it’s safe because You hold it.

Jacket Gmarket | Lace top, necklace Mum’s | Pants Schwing Schwing | Shoes New Look | Envelope Bag Etsy

My family were invited to the annual July 4th Independence Day party held by the American Embassy in Warsaw, the one we always show up overdressed and famished, like it’s a clothes-for-food affair. Trade in an unnecesary sock for that rare American cupcake (Such cupcakes are nonexistent here). That plus one on my invitation? Meet Ms. Stomach, my secretary. Funnily it’s also the one where we squeeze through a throng of who-are-these-people in the huge embassy resident gardens without seeing a single familiar face before ending up exactly where we started. I’m in the right party, yes?

So this year we left quite early, seeing that again there was no one familar, and the sausage tent wouldn’t take my shoe telling me the food is all free. Free? I don’t know that currency, I’m overdressed and hungry, boy! They had a Starbucks tent, if you’d believe it, and into it a gigantic queue that bent around the house. It’s only been a few months since the very first Starbucks opened in Warsaw so let’s understand, it’s probably still considered holy.

Thank you to Min and Annie from for the awesome gifts. Check out Schwing Schwing, an online shop based in Singapore that sells delicious and afforable clothes & accessories. :D They ship to all international addresses and the shop is regularly updated with new pieces. Have I mentioned that they’re also incredibly kind? (Thanks Samantha for telling me about them!)

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.