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.

Hat – Gmarket, Sweater coat & jeans – Zara, Striped top & bag – Topshop, Grey cardigan – Uniqlo, Boots – Dr Martens | Thanks to Emily for taking shots of me!

Congratulations you made it down all the way here, have a Gatorade for your fingers.

I had a fantastic Saturday with new friends I met through the blog, Jackie and Emily, thanks you guys for coming out on a cold day! We ploughed through the market as a trio of cheapasses, gasping and gurgling at £60 necklaces and poking at £30 porcelain finger dolls, photographing like it pooped currency. This one seller actually muttered stupid photographer behind my back so I whipped around with violence and thanked her for calling me a photographer, PEOPLE THINK I’M A PHOTOGRAPHER woohoo! No, I didn’t thank the rude woman, we moved on to get £0.50 bag of Haribos for lunch.

Next time you’re in Portobello be sure to check out the Burrito stand near Portobello Green, donkey-licious! (burrito…obviously does not contain donkey meat)

Jacket – Gmarket, Scarf – 1m cloth from Cloth House, Pants – H&M, Shoes – ZARA, Top – Christopher Kane for Topshop, Bag – Etsy. Photos by Susan Falkenas.

Somehow I’ve managed to spin back into the damned routine that I remember banishing out of my system at the end of my second year, where work of all sorts mutate into triple-eyed beasts that follow me into my dreams and knock down perfectly fine potted plants from my ledge of sanity. This routine that involves taking in webdesign jobs on top of schoolwork and existing unfinished jobs. I line them up perfectly time-wise which is probably why they tumble like dominos when one goes wrong. So I had a breakdown, I confess, but thankfully snapped out of it seeing that the work wasn’t going to do on its own. And here I am, worried about whether my concept for a school project will tickle the tutor’s fancy, yet there are more and more bodies (and survivors! thank God) being pulled out under rubbles in Haiti. Gotta be ashamed of myself. Thank you God for allowing me have a frickin higher education and a job as a candy bonus, and I’m so sorry.

Coat, Shirt – Black Luna Vintage, Skirt – Mum’s Aquascutum of 1990, Shoes – Office UK

So if I was to continue on with the a decade ago… topic, only because my life is so uneventful right now I’ve somehow managed to get hooked on the Disney Channel on Youtube, a decade ago I was at a suitable age to get hooked on the Disney Channel on Youtube. Well lately I couldn’t help but notice that ten years ago my part-time job of Webdesign was considered more of a hobby than an occupation, but of course back then it was those really wack hobbies like today’s let’s blend everything deal that no one really understands. Who knows, maybe blending is the future. There are so many jobs today that didn’t exist back in year 2000, like professional video bloggers on Youtube – how did they survive before 2005!? or DVD makers, how many floppy discs did they need in order to keep 10 Things I Hate About You!? OK those aren’t real jobs, but you get my point. It’s funny though, to think that those of you still in school are actually learning skills for jobs that don’t exist yet today. Well, good luck to studying for a fantasy future!

To the next ten, may we not end up like some of our parents who do not understand what ‘click the mouse and drag it across the desktop’ implies. I fear that technology will run away with time and I’ll wake up one day not knowing why I’m sleeping on a strange machine they call a bed-ographmeter version 2.33x. And one of you will probably have a job of updating the pillow drivers.

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Neoprene Coat – Gemma Degara via Etsy, Swearshirt – Uniqlo, Pants – Zara, Boots – Loeffler Randall from TwentyThirtyForty.net, Bag – Topshop

It’s a fact, no other food makes me drop everything and travel into the depths of suburbia, or make me change trains multiple times and take a bus; no other than Korean BBQ. If I may, I shall now sing a song in ode to it, do firmly mute your speakers if you value your health. I’ll be belting out some long notes to warm up my larynx first, then sing in serenade mode non-stop for a few hours. Then when I get exhausted and hungry, I shall go eat some Korean BBQ, how’s that for a plan?

Well yes, I believe you get my point.

Unfortunately the best place you can get Korean BBQ in London without having to bbq your own Korean self to pay for the receipt is to go down to New Malden, a one-hour journey from central London down south into Surrey. Wikipedia says New Malden is the most densely populated area of Koreans outside South Korea, which left me thinking what about Koreatown in LA? Surely it’s a more prominent Korean neighbourhood? Probably it was referring to Europe. Anyway that’s a whole other subject that may overshadow the splendour of BBQueen, so reserve that for another day perhaps.

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Faux leather Jacket – H&M, Striped top – Gmarket, Suspender – Sonia Rykiel for H&M, Shoes – Office, Red Skirt – ASOS, Cardigan as skirt – Zara, Bag – Topshop

As of Wednesday term ended for me so I’m now latched onto full-time holiday mode, meaning that I no longer sleep in the direction the bed intends me to, but the direction facing the TV, or diagonally depending on whether there is food to consume near an edge of the bed. Actually I’m scheduled to fly back home to Poland on Monday so I’m trying to juice all opportunities where I can be this lazy (to the point that it’s wrong), and not be scolded for it. Looking at the current European weather, it seems that I will have to do some snow digging, but seriously only if we really needed to get the car out of the garage, please let me be, I’m hibernating.