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.

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Cardigan Uniqlo | One-arm Bodycon, leggings, Shoes Topshop | Skirt Gmarket | Scarf Mum’s | Bag DIY Studded Vintage

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Yes I’m in ROMA! Punkie and Winnie you’ve just won a goldenvault full of my wet and affectionate smooches for guessing right. Actually the pretzels hint was rubbish, I learned that the pretzel-like things they were serving on the Alitalia flight were were called Taralli so gave myself a tutti frutti smack on the butt for getting it wrong. Sorry.

Other than the fact that everything written reads to me like a Spaghettihouse menu, eg. Spaghetti All’Arabbiata: Please Do not lean, this city is the most beautiful city I’ve ever visited. So rich in history and culture, you can almost taste the height of the Roman Empire by the mere vastness of the architecture. Breathtaking doesn’t even start to explain what this place is, even tap water tastes like laced with some kind of myth. Actually tap water here tastes pretty damn good, like rainbows and kitten butts.

Tomorrow: Vatican city with a sprinkle of gelato, and shopping under the Piazza di Spagna (Spanish Steps). [Q&A on hold until I get home and have no obligation to get up and walk till my feet are stubs]

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Sweater Roem Korea | Top Topshop | Pants Gmarket.co.kr | Shoes ALDO | Bag DIY Studded Vintage

It seems I landed in Poland just to bounce back out of the country. I basically repacked my huge London luggage into a luggage.zip file as my mother hovered above me telling me to take extra socks and a hat and a scarf and another sweater and blablabla, all the things that you end up leaving in hotel drawers. In such case, pack however you want and when you get to the hotel you’ll find 5 extra socks, a hat, a scarf, a sweater and a blblabla mysteriously stuffed in her own luggage. She’ll say Oh dear, just in case. I’m a bad child.

So I’m not in Warsaw anymore obviously. Any guesses where I am?

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Jacket H&M | Shirt Uniqlo Men | Pants Gmarket | Heels Chloé | Bag Topshop | Scarves Accessorize

Erh what-the-crap of an outfit shot, huh? sorry, my face is on holiday leave with blotchy atopic skin hence the scarves.

Since I have nothing intelligent to say (do I ever), let’s do questions time!

Clearly I’m the only one excited

Ask away any questions, I accept all forms of queries, shipping takes approx 2-5 days. FREE SHIPPING!

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Sweater Vintage thru Etsy | Cropped Tshirt& Tshirt H&M | Skirt Gmarket | Leggings, Shoes Zara | Bag My mama’s | Necklaces Etsy & Some store in Covent Garden

After having dropped out of the fashion world for a week I find myself incredibly exhausted going through the piles and piles of posts in bloglovin’. Trust me, I love it, but there’s something about this fashion world that seems to be like a selfish running train that never really stops, you just need to pick up your pace and scramble on…

Also having boring thoughts about the philosophy of fashion, the worshipping of material and models, are we really celebrating creativity or is it the golden cow of today’s society? Actually, that’s  just another rhetorical question that we all know the answer to.

Hope your weekend was phun. <3

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Jacket, Pants Gmarket | Top Uniqlo | Shoes DIY Vintage Studded

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Stuart Townend & Lou Fellingham (Phatfish), Keith & Kristyn Getty

Last night I dragged my boyfriend out to play soccer in the dark. Now, we all know General Life Advice article no. 223 is Do not challenge your full grown man to play soccer with you one-on-one whether you were on the highschool varsity team or not. The mixture of testosterone, masculine musclefibers, sweat and flaming man-ego brings about one ugly war victim. I managed to trip and fall on the dry cement, and when I say fall, I mean thwack!, the real business we used to get when we were 7. DO ADULTS EVEN FALL ANYMORE?

Actually the game was progressing 7-0 for him, so in deep shame I accidentally kicked my own feet, tripped, squeezed out some blood, wailed I can’t play anymore and stomped back to my room.

New Word Alive has been amazing so far, thunderstorms in my heart and a good old rattling of the brain. Think Christians, many Christians. Think tent, a big tent – put that together, and songs of praise to God. Now, that’s my cuppa tea.

Returning back home tomorrow, so currently planning some kind of a clever plan to catch a seagull to stuff in my bag to snack on in the bus.