overdue

my last post was in July, time passes too damn fast
. I had these lofty ideas that I could document my fashion musing, turns out, I wasn't so good at keeping up. Plus, I had no one to rely on to help me with my snaps so soon, it dwindled down to nothing.. so much for lofty ideas huh.

In a blink and a flash, it's Dec. The time of the year where you should be surrounded by love, family, friends, etc. etc. all the things that are supposed to make you feel warm and fuzzy like a giant teddy bear. But unfortunately, I am sad to report that my life hasn't got this great love story to write; No, I haven't met Mr. Right, in fact, met so many Mr Wrongs these past 5 months (pizza boys, post man, you name them, I've dated them) that I am so jaded and worn down. My parents are still supportive as ever and they're the cutest couple I know, I love them so very much. And there are my friends, my friends are everything to me.

Dec is also the time to recollect your thoughts, to put things into perspective. I am currently in all sort of mess right now. But a dear friend also told me, it doesn't have to be the new year to start anew, you can start any time you want if you put your heart to it. And I suppose it's true. I guess I could recount and list down the things / happenings in my life as a start

Let's see where do I start...

1. I've started a bucket list, here's hoping it goes somewhere this time.

2. Still stuck in my dead end job

3. Loving V+L everyday and hope to go far far far far away with this venture

4. Taking fashion as a everyday occurrence

5. Doing pilates daily and am proud to say - have lost weight successfully!

6. Hair is still crazy as ever, I am attempting to grow my shaven sides out. It's so painful and torturous

7. Am still fighting the good meatless fight

8. My Christian walk is not doing so great

9. Been to KL one too many times this year

10. Had blonde hair and then blonde hair with pink tips

11. I love beer now

12. A little too hooked on to Instagram.

13. Been to Bangkok a little too many times this year as well.

14. Miss London and Paris EVERY SINGLE BLOODY DAY

15. Stay young, go dancing.

Quite simply, this picture describes my thoughts:

Dare to dream they say!

I'm living a lie, but only temporarily

My love for fashion has always been an on-and-off thing. Like every other couple, I go through the highs and the lows. But every day for me is a chance to embrace the unknown. What will I wear? What accessories goes with this outfit? I like the idea of chance, and then pulling looks out of nothing. I know, fashion will never fail me. I will always be able to fall back on the reliable little black dress, or 5 inch heels that kill my feet yet my legs look endless. It's like a lover that will never say 'no' only 'yes, you look beautiful' and that kind of promise is kind of okay for now. But there are days when I hate having to love something so much and having to let it go because disposable income is otherwise limited. Still, it is okay to dream and lust over that Celine bag because when you dream big, you achieve big things. And translating that to real life.

I also know. One day, I will marry a man who will dress in short-pants suit on our wedding day and me in a simple white chiffon dress with slippers. One day, I will marry a man who will give me a walk-in wardrobe, the kind that Big built for Carrie in Sex and the City. One day, I will marry a man who will allow me to ride around in my pink bike with a big floppy hat and a dress while we go out for picnics and lie under the sun talking about nothing and everything.

Life now is a myriad of idealistic notions, because when you're single and living life, everything seems possible.

And my dream of a breakfast joint that serves up freshly baked muffins and organic soy oats, and a clothing label that I can call my own, doesn't seem so far away after all.

Oh! Darling, let's be adventurers :)

Woah type of styles

These photos caught my eye on a sleepy Sunday morning. Hair - woah, vest - woah and pants - woah.

You can tell she's an artist right through and through from the way she carries herself.

Lesson to be learnt: Dress like no other but yourself. Originality is the start of all great fashion.

On a personal front, I went rock climbing yesterday. It was mad fun, but right now my shoulders and my arms are burning with pain. But this pain is good. Heading to an afternoon of art fun, I am stoked. I want to badly add a #artstage (hash tag of 'Art Stage') here, does that mean twitter has taken over my life? Follow me for updates! Yes, that's jojobeanss (with 2 's') ;)

Good Sunday!

Pausing for an intermission

Diana of Miss Moss is an exquisite blogger with an eye for good design, photography, colours and so much more. These photos are already amazing as it is, but yet she has somehow managed to give them a new lease of life as she presents them in a new way, juxtaposing these street style shots with fine art and vintage posters.

These shots taken from 'The Sartorialist' truly have something different about them now that they are paired with these prints, don't they? Next time, I would like a wall filled with these prints, that'd be rad.

Funny how things that strangers do can inspire you, beyond what you expect.

Read more here.

Kinda blank

I've been quiet on the fashion front due to lotsa spring cleaning going on especially in my head. But please watch this video of Scott Schuman, genius behind 'The Sartorialist'; it's beautiful.

ps: Joe Jean's platforms are here, sorry only have ugly iphone snaps but holy crap I'm stoked!!

Heavy thoughts

It's been a hectic start to the new year with an impending move coming. Packing up 20 years of your life into boxes is truly a challenge. Especially when you're downsizing. Tonight marks the last night here at this place I've called home for the past 20 years of my life. So many memories attached to this place (not mentioning the boys I snuck into my bedroom) - sleepovers, bbqs, my first (and only) dog that has since then passed, the first time I rode a bike, the first time I bladed..getting slightly nostalgic here.

And unpacking a wardrobe that has been berated by my parents time and time again that there's just too much clothes, has only proven one theory - Your parents ARE ALWAYS right. This is Confessions of a Shopaholic 101. It's safe to say I feel immensely guilty now for giving into consumerism and wasting SO much money on shit I don't even use anymore. It's a very sobering experience to say the least. From now on, if I go on about how I need a pair of useless $10 shoes/a bag/a dress that is on 'sale' at far east plaza, please shoot me. You are given permission to.

Now I know, investment pieces are the ONLY way to go. ie. Those A. Wang Chukka Boots still deserve a place in my wardrobe. -Resolute-

smelly cat.

For the record, let me just say...

A mid-day break at Starbucks with a peppermint mocha and belgian waffles perks me up. And apparently according to my best friend, my faux fur vest reminds her of a stray kitten that roams her estate. Thanks for the compliment ma cherie ;)

Denim shirt - Topshop; Skinny jeans - G Market (only $9, yes I couldn't believe it myself); Faux fur vest - Bershka; Rings - from everywhere during my travels; Shoes - Dr. Martens

We went to watch the reduced shakespeare company yesterday! It was hilarious. I could count the no. of Asians versus white people. Sometimes, I don't know if I am living in an Asian country at all. Where did all these white people come from?! Well..since I could walk around in daylight+night in this faux fur vest, perhaps I have induced myself to think otherwise already (subconsciously).

Villains + Lovers will be at a flea market tomorrow! So if you are feeling rich and want to spend your hard-earned cash on some quality clothes, come by. Or you could just come by for some free muffins ;) (yes, we are generous like that). So remember, from 1 - 9 pm we will be awaiting with big smiles (in a non-creepy way) at the F1 pit building! ok...

TGIF CUPCAKES!

xx