Yesterday I tried on a fantabulous pair of Prada curve heel lookalike at Zara…
While the heels make me look like I’ve got longer legs and tiny bounded feets, I also realised my legs are not engineered for tottering around in 4 inch heels.
Buay balance, might topple over.
While window shopping with friend today, I noticed the more I look as those expensive branded bags, the more I don’t feel like buying them.
1) Monogram looks vulgar.
2) It just doesn’t justify the pricetag lah.
3) If I’m planning to splash so much on a bag, it better be a eternally classic style (meaning: no Marc Jacobs!)
But… but… I totally fell in love with a classic brown Saffiano leather box tote Prada with silver hardware!
Trust me, I’m usually not like this.
If I have a sewing blog, I would call it “The Foul-Mouth Sewer”, and I would name the sewing machine, “Fucking Hell”.
There would be “The Stupid Scissors”, and “Damn it” the overlocker.
I suddenly got an itching desire to do a coloring book.
Something like this…
You know, just for fun of it?
I’ll wake up in 30 secs.
He seems like a nice guy. Into fashion, loves bags, a self-confessed sentimental freak. He’s into food, has a sweet tooth. Music, we share music. And he’s a fucking fireman! A hot one at it! Most of all, he adores cat.
We had such great time last week getting to know one another, then one day, a stupid thought overcame me and I decides to shut him out from my life.
I feel sorry for this dude. He’ll never know why I’m so suddenly cold, and it’s not truly his fault in the first place. And then, I feel sorry for myself.
I finally discovered what this song is roughly about…
Hi, this is Yoshio Kojima! Previously I appeared on “エンタの神様” to show this performance However however, I got one comment: ‘Why are you naked?’ Chorus: But, it doesn’t matter at all! It doesn’t matter at all! It doesn’t matter at all! Say, “OPP!” Chintonshantenton, Chintonshantenton I was born in Oki Oki Okinawa. Ryoko Kuninaga is also from Oki Oki Okinawa. However however, she is a little frightened with me. *repeat chorus* I still rely on the allowance. But, it doesn’t matter at all! I don’t wash my swimming trunks. But, it doesn’t matter at all! My grandpa is Brazilian. But, it doesn’t matter at all! The beats sounds somewhat out of date. But, it doesn’t matter at all! I didn’t like that ad lib to add… But, it doesn’t matter at all! …now finished! I don’t know how to finish. But, it doesn’t matter at all! It doesn’t matter at all! Now please close the door. But, it doesn’t matter at all! It doesn’t matter at all…
And “say OPP!” actually stands for…
Ocean Pacific Peace.
I often wish I could create watercolor fashion illustrations like these. Then again, I’m too lazy to pick up a pencil, let alone a paint brush. I don’t even bother to use my copic anymore.
“You know the reason Christopher Kane’s dresses are so short?” She asked. “It’s because he’s poor. He can’t afford to waste a single inch of fabric, and everything needs to be mini.” She raised this point during Louise Goldin’s show, when the young designer’s knits barely covered her models’ butts. - Via Fashionista.com
During my fashion school days, the mean girls would predict and make fun of another’s collection for being too sexy and one-dimensional. It’s not because they couldn’t afford the fabric, but their patternmaking and sewing skills were so hopeless, they rather not stray far from their comfort zone.
One ex-classmate is this arrogant beach-bitch who particularly favors ultra mini skirt. She surprised us with a rather voluminous collection comprising of all dresses. It’s only later that we found out her true intentions behind dresses was…
1) All dresses means only 6 pieces in her collection. If one is doing layered separates, they may have to sew up to 16 pieces for their collection (pants, short, tee, shirt, jackets, etc).
2) Her idea of voluminous means Gathers. Cut rectangular pieces, sew a line of elastic through one side. Ta-da!
It goes without saying, many were pissed as hell to find out that beach-bitch was awarded top mark by an incompetent ex-lecturer, for on-time submission. (Duh, so easy to make.)
Test you internet download/upload speed!
My result peaked at: Download Speed: 981 kbps (122.6 KB/sec transfer rate) Upload Speed: 221 kbps (27.6 KB/sec transfer rate)
I have absolutely no idea why The Sis tends to attracts loser-ish male who can’t handle a break up.
They come to my house, beg and cry, often drunk while humiliating themselves. Mr. El Cheapo Namecard is the most recent case.
The Mom just have this knack for seeing through the type of guys we bring home. One from my sis was labeled a Possessive Egoist, the type that wants to hold down the woman’s freedom to learn and excel. I absolutely despise such men - go get a mail order bride and shove her a cheap ring from Taka Jewelry, if you want a woman to bear you children and cook and clean after you.
Mr. El Cheapo Namecard didn’t impress my mum either. She felt that he talks too much for a man, which instantaneously diminishes his charm factor.
“哇，没有见过一个男人比女人更会讲话！”
I doubt my mum would be impressed with the type of men I had dated, but one smart thing on my part, I never bring them home.
