No pain doesn’t always result to no gain. Exhibit A : DIY rings that took less time to be made than a cup of instant noodle, turns out to be the simplest, cheapest, easiest, and most favorite DIY that i have ever done. The (lazy) DIY (for dummy) tutorial, right after the jump.
My quest for a minimal photo backdrop had finally found an answer. The locals informed that the place “is not actually that interesting”. But fueled with the need to recharge post-Eid relatives visits, i stubbornly insisted to go. And apparently, the place is exactly how i want it to be. Continue reading
Unattended yet undeniably, is how fashion took parts in people’s life that even innocent-8-years-olds are affected. Not even slightly aware of the reccurence of the grunge trend, or that John Stamos rocked denim jacket when he was the coolest uncle on TV, or even the fact that Britney & JT as a couple once showed up on AMA wearing top to toe denim, and generally any other cause of early 2000’s denim craze, a girl asked her mother for a denim jacket. All she knew that it looked cool and that all her friend seems to own a pair.
and to give this whole narration a little more context : this is the story of yours truly.
While this, and this, might indicate that i am a member of black glorifying troop (with Emmanuelle Alt, Victoria Beckham and Sara Donaldson as possible comrades), i have far less experience in wearing black from top to toe compared to my experience in cramming as many words as possible in one single sentence. Continue reading
I mark the time when two of (then) the most influential musicians in my life, Westlife and Sherina teamed up to sing ‘i have a dream’ in 2001 as the highlight of my childhood. Fast forward 13 years later, the feeling can only be compared by putting the only two brand and designer i’ve dedicated a post specifically about in a collaboration.
Alexander Wang x H&M, is Westlife ft. Sherina hysteria all over again!
To mark the end of the longest abandonment I’ve ever done to my blog, firstly I must clarify that I am still breathing and alive.
Secondly, for the sake of your attention span, i’m going to cut the part where i explain how dementor-ish the sixth semester is, and skip along to my latest where-i-stands (beside the bermuda triangle of home-dorm-campus).
One morning last week, i wander around a tea plantation, pre-shower, sweating under the chunky knit i wore on such sunshiny morning, carrying no photography device better than a point-and-shoot camera several years behind the time, and no photographer better than my baby sister,
yet i regret nothing.