SPEAKING OF COLOUR BLOCKING

Metronomy- Radio Ladio

What I wouldn't give to live in a world where I could be powder blue or peach or mint green

IF I BLINK I MIGHT ACTUALLY ENJOY MYSELF

I haven't drawn anything other than design figures and trade drawings in a while. Not even birthday drawings, and I love me my birthday drawings. So I stayed up til 1 am drawing this baby.

Look at me progressing and experimenting with colour and line.

There was also the ridiculous ten minutes that I spent on deciding which scanner setting I thought suited the drawing more. For instance, the one I uploaded onto facebook was the setting with a brighter contrast. I like this softer scan too though.

IT'S NICE TO KNOW THAT FACEBOOK IS PAYING ATTENTION

ie. The 'Related to your post' part on the side. Today in the short retail course that I am doing for kicks (and employment) the topic of prostitution came up. I tried to explain to the person sitting next to me, a new friend actually she is so nice, that I would gladly drop everything and become a prostitution. I had to remind myself that just because I was back in a class room did not necessarily mean that I was back in year 12 in high school with all my friends. Then I had to explain awkwardly that I just meant because I would rather be selling my goods for money then doing things like exams and school work...

ALL YOUR (LOVE) WAS WASTED

Colour vs Emotion
Pretty vs Sad

Can you detract from what is really there? Can making something beautiful make you forget how sad it once was?

TEA CUP ZAB + ZARA RLB

This is my indulging in my new soup cup which I have filled to the brim with an ENTIRE pot of tea. Awesome are what? Yes, I am really trying to get to the bottom of it in that second picture, it's amazing at how big it is. It seems like the perfect novelty item yet at the same time it is insanely practical. I just realized aswell as using it for soup and coffee I could very well use it for cereal. This is good for me since I am the type to eat cereal infront of the television on the sofa and then end up with my spilling the milk from the bowl over myself + sofa.

This baby was 3 dollars from Safeway. I urge everyone to buy one because the giant tea cups from T2 are very beautiful but very costly. This was 3 dollars man, go buy one, go buy your mum one, go stock up and give them out at Christmas. I was currently at a family party with my cousins and we decided to go buy ice cream at Safeway when I came across this baby. We all ended up buying each in the same counter, paying at the Liquor section too. We're a classy bunch.

I should really get some sleep so that tomorrow on the train I can actually do my retail coursework since I failed to do so tonight. Laaaaaame I know, but doing this retail course could get me a step closer to a job which means a step closer to owning some sweet cash and owning my Zara bag. Yes, I have replaced my Zara Fund Red Leather Jacket for this Red Leather Bag:


I cannot wait until this sexy thing is in my possession. I held it when I went to visit the new Bourke Street store (i'm not even going to bother posting about it despite my excitement because a thousand other bloggers, more talented with actual followers perhaps, have done so and done so well) and it just looked so right on me. I am usually looking for the bargains and would prefer to spend my money on more things than just one thing seeing as I don't work, but this is something that I would actually save up for and invest in. It was a close call between this and the brown, but the red is just too sexy.

FREE BITCH BABY

I have this horrible habit of taking photos of things, or collating things to post about and then not posting about them until one day when I decide to and then I forget half of things that I wanted to say and everything just feels more like an obligation post than a genuine post, but oh nobody cares about these silly things that I worry about. Don't worry, I do it with my diary a lot too. I don't know why, but I will full apologize in my diary for not writing in it and then try to recap some event that happened a month ago and it will just be complete dribble and will not mean anything to me because they passion and anguish that I felt at the moment seems transparent in my one-five month later diary entries. I don't even know why i care so much, it's not like i let anybody read my diary. Silly me.



But anway. I want to wear this baby tomorrow as opposed to my little black leather pouch necklace that I always wear. It looks so carefree doesn't it. Everybody look at me, I'm a free spirit, I don't care what anybody thinks. I also just painted my nails a bright yellow, the polish indicates that it is called 'honolulu'. Look at me, trying to put meaning into something that I wear.

THIS ONE TIME KHOA BOUGHT COLOURED SOCKS FROM RIVERS SO I WENT A BOUGHT COLOURED SOCKS FROM RIVERS + DAISO

What is even more cute is that the day that we met up, I can't remember which, we were bother wearing the exact same colour socks. Heeeeeeehehehe. They're not picture above because I was wearing them, duh.

The socks are amazing I know, but who cares when I have an amazing plate AND cup in the shape of a bear. I know, I know. Where did I get these heavenly good from? Well from Daiso of course. The retailer where everyday is my birthday. Everything is $2.80 and I have only been there once. I am waiting to a do a proper Daiso post when I go back, perhaps to the Richmond store this time seeing as the Northland one is a bit out of my travel means, and buy more nail art (I already purchased some in the picture above), some cheap lipsticks, strawberry shaped bowls and other things that I don't need but HAVE to have. Ahhhh, it is amazing there. Compared to Tokuya (located on Bourke street, which runs by a similar nature despite everything being $3.50) there is a wider variety to choose from, however I found Tokuya to have more cuter things. Maybe it is because a lot of things in Daiso are made specifically for the Daiso brandname, but I don't know. After a basket full of goods, the 2.80/3.50 items can tally up to become quite pricey. Well for me it is, someone who goes crazy in Japanese variety stores and spends all of her pocket money of Sportsgirl sales items.

ZARA: RLJ

as seen on mode d'amour:

When Zara finally opens next week in Bourke Street the first thing that I am going to try on and beg that my parents buy as my exam gift is this red leather jacket. It's not so much that I expect to be able to mooch off of my parents for extravagant (well in their eyes anything over fifty dollars is a bit much, ha) gifts, but yknow had I a job, I would work hard for my money towards the RLJ fund. But I don't, so heck I shall cry, beg and bribe through additional housework that they buy me this.

I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT

FUCKYEAH FRUiTS

It seems impossible to write this essay. At first I thoguht it would be breezy. Y'know, basically a compilation of my feelings towards clothing and the choices I make, maybe I could chuck in a few blog posts since I do have quite a few. But then I realized how much this sucks and how little I actually delve into my thought of how I dress. Sure, I post a lot about things that I like, but its just so hard, and douchey explaining why. I know I want to be a writer someday, maybe delve into a some fashion articles and such, but I thought that would be much later in my life when i had an identity and yknow, a style. But I don't and everythign just sounds like a regurgitated mess. Ah fashion blogs. WHAT OF IT

Anyway, how could I possibly put into words the act of dressing and appearances, WHEN THERE ARE JUST SO MANY AMAZING PICTURES TO POST. Heck yes i just found a fuck yeah Fruits on tumblr. Life complete, essay still at 3 percent written.

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all images courtesy of http://fy-fruits.tumblr.com, only my favourite fuckyeah right now.

1.) Piiiiiiiiiiiiink

2.) THOSE SHOES

3.) Striped maxi and two, TWO different floral patterns

4.) Aw, that fringe and from what appears to be pop-pom like socks

5.) What I thought was bunny ears, not looks like sculptured curls encased in two condoms... but hot damn that floral coat

6.) Sick bitch with floral socks AND stockings

7.) Eeeep pastel, toys, key chains and mary janes

8.) Panelled, cut out, i have no idea but is so amazing white maxi skirt

9.) Pink hair umfff

10.) PINK COAT AND MICKEY MOUSE HAIR, UMFFF

11.) and 12.) Patterned A-line skirts with fur shrugs and red Doc Martens

12.) Sick bitch with blonde hair.

I’m asian, WHY CAN’T I LOOK THIS GOOD

will.i.am, Nicki Minaj - Check It Out

OH-WHA-OH

AH, IT BURNS MY EYES

When uni assessments and my wretchid patternmaking exam is over, I shall emerge from these shadows and layers of black and grey and into pops and blocks of colour.