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)

Smoking is harmful for you, kids. KFC on the other hand, is not. Message in a kiosk!

Warsaw Central Train station > Krakow Old Town > Zakopane  Youth Hostel > Szymoszkowa Ski slopes > Morskie Oko paths

Well, looks like I can actually ski.

Tumble wumble tumble wumble tailbone slam headbang tumble sticks and skis gone, but hey I still did get up after that, it was just that once. Everyone chose to snowboard the first day, and then curiously changed to skis the next – I must’ve looked glamorous – after all, I did try to appear fashion blogger by wearing orange with yellow.
Again, it wasn’t my first time in Zakopane, the mountains of Southern Poland, but this time it was definitely a refreshing experience, going with friends. Sure, it’s not the Alps, but I doubt they have Polish horses in the Alps. Beat that.

The trip was great, taking that much needed break and actually wearing utilitarian clothing was, dare I say, liberating. Skiing and hiking are probably the two most blogger-unfriendly verbs in the entire dictionary (this fashion blogger dictionary can be purchased at £5.95 at local blogshops) but you’ll excuse me for this once, yes?

Hope you all had a wonderful start to 2010, I personally don’t consider Jan 1 to be any different than Dec 31, but that’s just me I guess. Can you believe that a decade ago we thought our computer dates were going to scramble back to ‘1900’, in which case the dumb 12 year-old that I was thought I’d just flip it up to ‘2000’ after the disaster happened? What, what computing crisis?

Dress, Thigh-High Boots – Zara, Jeggings – H&M, Shoulderpads – DIY, Bag – Uniqlo

I need to get up in an hour to catch a 6am train down to Kraków, although it would help to actually go to bed. I’m going skiing! OK, let me rephrase that, I’m going to eat snow! (and mountain grass!) Please pray I won’t break anything that might force me to sell all my stuff so I could afford a home nurse. The last time I skiied was when I was 14, so if the ability really comes back to you like riding a bicycle like they all say, then I’m anticipating a lot of slipping off of ski lifts and drinking 6 cups of hot cocos absolutely declining having to ski down that kid slope. Dudes, I can’t even sleigh.

Will report back when I need to go to toilet after 7th cup of  coco, please alert local aid.

(Just a quick note: I probably won’t have internet there so all emails will be answered once I get back on the 30th, thank you for your patience!)

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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 fur gilet, Trench coat – Uniqlo, Dress+Jacket combo – Vintage, Tights – DIY on H&M tights, Shoes – Irregular Choice, Bag – Vintage through Etsy
Thank you Elface for photos!

The other day I had to wait 2 hours in the bitter cold for my darling boyfriend, ok fine it was of my own choosing but don’t we blame the boyfriend for everything. So I wandered from school onto Oxford street and then into Carnaby street – seeing that I was on a shopping ban I don’t know why I chose to take the shopping route when I could’ve let it all swish by above my head by getting into the tube… but I had 2 hours to burn, you see. I was actually looking for the Borders on Oxford Street to get a book to read, but found disappointingly in its place, Next Men’s Women’s & Children’s Fashion, which if I remember correctly has another branch just 150m down the road. So I proceeded into Carnaby street in search for a bookstore or anything really that doesn’t involve useless shopping, and had to come to a conclusion that Oxford Street & Carnaby Street is by far the most brainless areas ever.

Then it was starting to get colder (why am I rambling?) so I decided to ditch the books and picked a warm looking shop (I can’t explain what a warm-looking-shop is but they generally have sofas… and shoes…) and arbitrarily walked into a particularly colourful store. Now, no offence, but I personally do not like the brand image of Irregular Choice, and most of the times their shoes seem like they’re on crack but at that moment it ticked the sofa + shoes = warmth boxes, so heck yeahhh. There I met these pair, these ACNE Atacoma-esque, even Balenciaga-esque (just to offend someone) wedges but a FUN version. What can I say, my irregular choice of store in my pursuit of warmth got me to my new favourite shoes.

(What, what shopping ban?)

p.s sorry for the über-ramblage.