i am actually a graphic designer in disguise, really. i have 40 design blogs on my google reader.



by alessandra genualdo via ShareSomeCandy.

so ash silly bean asked me why bad boys have mustaches. i really have no idea, but i thought i was common sense. they make boys look mafia-worthy, don't they?

heh, true that. (:

credit: design vagabond

I blame money. And genuine python skin.




picture credits: jak&jil, bagcraze

it's funny how sasha p in drag reminds me of claire.

















and there's the man himself (:

to build my shoe empire, i found myself buying a pair of new shoes every month when paycheck comes in. september had been an exception, though. all the birthday presents and birthday dinners burned a little hole in my pocket - and there goes, no more shoes budget.

but looking and imagining is always free. it's fashion week in the major style cities and blogosphere is overflowing with a visual fashion feast.

i thought these would make good inspirations for me - the imaginative shoe designer daydreaming about shoes in her spare time.


nicholas kirkwood for rodarte


alexander wang s/s10


kate lanphear wearing ysl


johnathon saunders s/s10


proenza schouler s/s10

images credit: jak&jil, obsessedwithshoes

so i found a full-time, permanent job, but half my mind thinks that i'm going back to school after a few months, just like how i spent my previous summer holidays. my convocation started and ended on friday in a poof. pictures all up on facebook, if you must see.

i was looking at the smiling, gleeful faces in these photographs - we were so happy throwing our square hats in the air and running around cam-whoring like crazy, not realising that this day marks the end.

had the best days of my life at university. we were a close-knit bunch, though all starkly different. we accepted each other's crazy quirks and scandalous behaviours. we lived, and loved.

eunice: remember we first met in the LT? two of us, alone, trying to make sense of the new environment. we had no idea what to expect. i sat down beside you, and we were hardly apart ever since. 4 years - you've watched me through all the ups and downs, the lefts and rights, without saying much except to let me know you're always here for me. now we let each other go and face a new chapter of our lives on our own. but you see - proximity is never really responsible for true friendships. just want you to know that i've always been really proud of you, and i know that you'll make a wonderful corporate slave. teehee.

and to the others who have made my university days most beautiful - serena, hq, helaine, emma, chrystella... all of you have a really special place in my heart. (: we mustn't lose contact, EVER! you should know by now that i really love you all.

okay, i apologise for the soppy post. congrats to me! an official graduate finally!

isn't she beautiful?



damn, i want to be her.

image credit: garance dore

leather jacket on your feet. my type, MY TYPE! Infinite hoots to Alexander McQueen.

my new diet plan:

to eat with my eyes.

let's see if it works!

suddenly i'm bothered by one crooked tooth. i keep thinking that something's stuck between my teeth.

We had spoken briefly, one day over dinner. I had brought my Holga that day with the first roll of film in and we took some pictures.

For a long time it sat on my desk, deliberately ignored until I decided to bring it with me for my grad trip. Just before I left for Hong Kong, I took my Holga to process the photos.

And you're in them.

Tonight I won't see you at Play, but I know you're in a better place. Rest in peace, Bianca. You're greatly missed.

My heart skips a beat and my stomach flutters. Perhaps in this life, I will never be able to own them, because by the time I save enough money, it will disappear from this world.

But maybe, just maybe...




(Image credit: Sea of Shoes, Geek Shoes)

Sunlight spilling over the window through white lace curtains, matched with a inviting king sized bed with clean white sheets.

It makes me feel like I can actually BE a morning person.

Yves Saint Laurent left behind a couture legend.

“The most beautiful clothes that can dress a woman are the arms of the man she loves. But for those who haven’t had the fortune of finding this happiness, I am there.” -YSL

And oh, a earworm - Jason Mraz, Bella Luna

Mystery the moon
A hole in the sky
A supernatural nightlight
So full but often right
A pair of eyes a closin' one
A chosen child of golden sun
A marble dog that chases cars
To farthest reaches of the beach and far beyond into the swimming sea of stars

A cosmic fish they love to kiss
They're giving birth to constellation
No riffs and oh no reservation
If they should fall you get a wish or dedication
May I suggest you get the best
For nothing less than you and I
Let's take a chance as this romance is rising over before we lose the lighting
Oh bella bella please
Bella you beautiful luna
Oh bella do what you do

You are an illuminating anchor
Of leagues to infinite number
Crashing waves and breaking thunder
Tiding the ebb and flows of hunger
You're dancing naked there for me
You expose all memory
You make the most of boundary
You're the ghost of royalty imposing love
You are the queen and king combining everything
Intertwining like a ring around the finger of a girl
I'm just a singer, you're the world
All I can bring ya
Is the language of a lover
Bella luna, my beautiful
How you swoon me like no other

May I suggest you get the best
Of your wish may I insist
That no contest for little you or smaller I
A larger chance happened, all them they lie
On the rise, on the brink of our lives
Bella please
Bella you beautiful luna
Oh bella do what you do
Bella luna, my beautiful
How you swoon me like no other

look at the stars,
look how they shine for you,
and everything you do,
they were all yellow.

i came along,
i wrote a song for you,
and all the things you do,
and it was called yellow.

so then I took my turn,
oh what a thing to have done,
and it was all yellow.

your skin
oh yeah, your skin and bones,
turn into something beautiful,
you know, you know I love you so.

you know I love you so.





dear me,

i really like where and what i am right now. and so i pray every day that i never had to live one day without all the special ones.

with hopeful love,
myself.

"Gail returned with a pot steaming like a genie. It was a new pot, not the cracked old thing that festered on the shelf. New pots for old.

'I couldn't find her Gail.'
She patted me. 'Where did you look?'
'All the places there were to look. She's gone.'
'People don't vanish.'
'Of course they do. She came out of the air and now she's returned to it. Wherever she is I can't go there.'
'And if you could?'
'I would. If I believed in the after-life I'd throw myself in the trout-marked river tonight.'
'Don't do that,' said Gail. 'I can't swim.'
'Do you think she's dead?'
'Do you?'
'I couldn't find her. I couldn't even get near finding her. It's as if Louise never existed, like a character in a book. Did I invent her?'
'No but you tried to,' said Gail. 'She wasn't yours for the making.'
'Don't you think it's strange that life, described as so rich and full, a camel-trail of adventure, should shrink into this coin-sized world? A head on one side, a story on the other. Someone you loved and what happened. That's all there is when you dig in your pockets. The most significant thing is someone else's face. What else is embossed on your hands but her?'
'You still love her then?'
'With all my heart.'
'What will you do?'
'What can I do? Louise once said, "It's the cliches that cause the trouble." What do you want me to say? That I'll get over it? That's right, isn't it? Time is a great deadener.'
'I'm sorry,' said Gail.
'So am I. I'd like to be able to tell her the truth.'

From the kitchen door Louise's face. Paler, thinner, but her hair still mane-wide and the colour of blood. I put out my hand and felt her fingers, she took my fingers and put them to her mouth. The scar under the lip burned me. Am I stark mad? She's warm.

This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into telescopes. Moon and stars are magnified in this room. The sun hangs over the mantelpiece. I stretch out my hand and reach the corners of the world. The world is bundled up in this room. Beyond the door, where the river is, where the roads are, we shall be. We can take the world with us when we go and sling the sun under your arm. Hurry now, it's getting late. I don't know if this is a happy ending but here we are let loose in open fields."

If you, if you could return,
Don't let it burn, don't let it fade.
I'm sure I'm not being rude
But it's just your attitude
It's tearing me apart
It's ruining everything.

I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you.
So why are you holding her hand?
Is that the way we stand?
Were you lying all the time?
Was it just a game to you?

But I'm in so deep.
You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger.
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger

Oh, I thought the world of you.
I thought nothing could go wrong,
But I was wrong. I was wrong.
If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie,
Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used,
But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you.

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger

With any luck, by next year, I'll be going out with the hottest people in town.
But for now, let me say - Just because I have to tell you the truth somehow, someway -
To me, you're perfect.
And my wasted heart will love you.

Dayong sampan, dayong dayong SAMPAN! (Kie had a tribute to us, I thought I should too.)

(:

I love, love, love all my Sampan "Wildthangs" Quartet
Buaya
Missy
Broke (Great Success!)
Princess (that's me)
Wildthangs (Calvin and Hobbes)

All these and more, the reason for my sanity, my strength. We come from all different places, met and fell in love with each other. All tattooed with permanent imprints of Elson, love music, love feeling emo together and then laughing about it, love all the love spread around so affectionately.

And all absolutely clueless why we're rowing the stupid sampan in the first place.

It's fate, my darlings.

Nothing beats this. 5 gfs is better than one. When we find that special someone along the sampan journey, they will have to fit into the coolest clique every form in entire history (well, my history then).

Thank you, my newfound lovers. Let's stay together.

Painting at Wildthang's all night long. Sweet.