Vêtements et chaussures à acheter

J’aime acheter des vêtements. J’achète beaucoup des vêtements. Est-ce que j’ai parle bien?

God, I’ve been studying French for a while now but I spent an embarrassingly long time constructing that sentence. Shame on me.

Confession: In my spare time, I like to trawl through endless websites in search of new things to lust over. There’s nothing like a $5000 SC Bag PM to kick start those penny-saving instincts. Truth be told, after seeing such a lovely bag, I usually start saving and hoarding money like a squirrel hoards peanuts. The disappoint part comes after I’ve saved that up; I usually then realise that I’m not interested in that style of bag anymore. Cheers to me, I’ve just saved $5000. Beautiful stuff, I say.

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Lust List

Just a few things I’ve been drooling over; it’s gotten to the point where I’m a bit worried for myself. Checking fast fashion sites every two days for new arrivals does not play well into my aim of living my teen years vicariously.

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A Visionary Like No Other

The granddaddy of Singapore passed at 3.18am on the 23rd of March 2015.

Thanks to the 16 hour time difference between CAD and SG, I was able to be one the first to read the news. It came as a rude shock to me; I basically sat at my desk for a full half hour feeling a heavy weight on my chest. Being so far away, my first thought was ” I wanted to be in SG when it happened. I wanted to be there for his public service”.  I didn’t full-out wail and crumble to the floor as one does when a dear one passes, but I firmly believe everyone has his/her own way of grieving.Just because I didn’t cry doesn’t mean I’m emotionless. Trust me, it hurts more when you keep the grief inside. Mr Lee was a silent, omnipresent part of every Singaporean’s lives, including mine. He exuded so many different auras simultaneously; he was the caring leader that we respected and adored; he was the loving father and husband to a blissful family and he was last but not least, the no-nonsense politician who never shied away from unpopular policies for his own image. No, despite the retorts of protests and critiques he got from others, he stood firm to his beliefs, trusting that his judgement would carry Singapore far. We, the majority, trusted him too. He never failed us. Not once.


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Cheap Thrills

Major pat on the back to me for finding amazing things to wear at cut-throat prices; my wallet wasn’t even bleeding, it was just whimpering a little (although seeing my absolute lack of cash at the end of the day killed a little part of me inside).

It was typical, end of the week trauma setting in. You know the drill: valiant attempts to “be productive” and incessant internal screams of “I want to eat Chinese food!!!”. I haven’t really seen ma crewettes this week, what with the onslaught of labs and papers and general slothfulness. I’ve eaten so many meals in my room that it smells like an burger shack right now (look of shame). Never one to pass up on a trip to our favourite (read: only) haunt, we took a trip to the mall. Popped into The Bay, where I laid my grubby, chubby hands on shamelessly overpriced jewelry that my bank account couldn’t afford.

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First Post Formalities

I suspect many budding bloggers felt the way I do now writing my first post: no one’s going to read it anyway so I’m just going to write whatever. IN a sense, that’s me. I had a blog when I was much younger and Blogger was the Tumblr of my heyday. It was pink and fluffy and filled with “cool” words like skool, and 4eva and gr8. As you can imagine , I look back on it fondly, but I do cringe a bit every time I read it. WHICH IS TRES COOL AND FINE. I do expect to stumble upon this blog when I’m in my 30s and scoff at my supposed fashion sense. Whatevs.

I’m starting this blog as an alternative to my Tumblr site. Many a time, a stroke of literary genius befalls me and my fingers are itching to type out my musings. Writing it on Tumblr is all fine and dandy, except for the fact that it messes with the overall aesthetic of my site. My Tumblr site is simple, clean, photo-dominated and chic (if I dare say so myself). Having a chunk of words spoils it all and thus I refrain from it.

Style to me is really subjective. Cliche, I admit. Style, to me, is great because I’m allowed to exude different personas according to my outfits. Do I want to go tomboy? Parisian chic? K-pop Idol style? It all differs. I also believe in the close-knit relationship between what your outfit and your makeup. Having a tomboy look with a sultry smokey eye and red lips seems a bit off to me. I’ve seen people that pull it off spectacularly though and kudos to them. My go-to sartorial uniform consists of the following: 3 pairs of as-boyfriend-as-boyfriend-gets baggy and slouchy jeans on constant rotation,a pair of black jeans, a pair of skinny jeans, a pile of monochromatic tees, slouchy sweaters and heaps of silver and gold jewelry. Pair that with sneakers and you’ve got a winning daily uniform. In terms of makeup, I am the first to profess my lack of expertise in that field. I love myself a bold lip, and that’s the look I strive towards daily. I insist on only using moisturiser, sunblock and a touch of highlighter for my face. No eyeshadow/mascara/brows. I then juxtapose that with a strong lip colour to pull my look together and make me look polished.

Just you ol' run of the mill dorm attire. Disclaimer: I do not step out of my door looking like this.

Just you ol’ run of the mill dorm attire. Disclaimer: I do not step out of my door looking like this.

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Pinkie Ring- Perllini’s SIlver Gold Ring- Hand-me-down Cubic Ring- COS Watch- Vintage Bonia from Dad

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Jeans- Forever 21 Top- Zara Boucle Coat- Zara

Outfit for school today. Kept it really basic and simple ( as I always do).

Hopefully, this blog carries me through my university career and serves as my own personal style archive that I can one day look back on and laugh at.