Dear...

Dear high school girls who yelled "hipster" at me,
I may study design, buy imported fashion magazines, wear lipstick, get drugged on coffee and possess apple products, but I don't really identify with the hipster lifestyle, alright? The term is so broad I just happened to make the cut!


Dear Ryan Gosling,
How did you suddenly gain man-god status? You're everywhere now (in the virtual world). You've become Ryan-omnipresent-Gosling. Anywho, so I watched Drive today. I loved the movie, though I was initially horrified at the violence. You just didn't seem to be the type of guy to violently lash out and stamp on people's heads. And that bathroom scene where you're face is covered in blood, and you just stood there, in character, slowly backing out? I just died.

 

Dear all bloggers blogging about bumping into Ryan Gosling in the street, riding the subway with Ryan Gosling,  petting Ryan Gosling's dog, shaking Ryan Gosling's hand,  
I am extremely envious! (I don't even think the word 'envious' is strong enough!) When I read about your stories, I vicariously imagine myself as you, and squeal and squirm, and squeal and squirm again. Squirming to get outta here and move to NEW YORK CITY, BABY!


Dear Leonardo DiCaprio and Tobey Maguire,
How do I meet/bump into you? Where do you hang out when not on set?


Dear Steve Jobs,
Nobody mourns you loss more than coffee lovers. Without MacBooks, cafes would be empty and have to close down! There wouldn't be a cafe every 100m full of thick-framed, tattoo-ed, skinny jean wearing 20's-30's lounging for hours, toting their Apple products. More cafes to choose from! The coffee world salutes you!


Dear future husband,
I was wondering if you'd leave the naming of our kids up to moi? Merci.


Dear God,
I need you, I need you more. More today.

Reminder to get creative.

"Go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. For heaven's sake, sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."

Kurt Vonnegurt (A Man without a Country, 2006) 

That week

You know that week?

That hectic last week of the semester where it's like a real-life Project Runway, and you don't even have time to wear make-up or eat proper meals, and you keep you head down, eyes on the footpath when you walk, because you don't want to be recognised. 

That week, when your diet only consists of beans. That's right, beans!!! Coffee beans, cocoa beans and baked beans. And you gain 4kg by the weekend.

That week where you have zero to four hours sleep a night. Waking up to find yourself upright in bed with the lights on and your Macbook open. Falling asleep in the shower and on public commutes. Just being so physically tired and drained.

That week of doom when nothing goes to plan or the way you want. USB breaks, files are lost, computer crashes, printer jams, library is closed, internet disconnects, Macbook trackpad acting up... all this did happen.

That week when your bestie cheers you on, and even offers on cooking dinner for you. Reminding me that I have amazing friends.

That crazy last week of semester where you spend most of the time switching from panic to procrastination. And every third cycle, a holiday mode (dreaming of lazy days reading books in my underwear).

That week when you're starting a new assignment at 2am in the morning, after leaving the half-finished assignment on the back burner because you have "designer's block".

Yeah, that week.
Hallelujah, I survived that week.

Male Hairspiration

Some hair-spiration for the gentlemen.

20 Confessions

1. I can never understand people who don't see the point in travelling. The common reason is that traveling is a waste of time and money. I’ve heard some are scared to travel too far away. I can’t help but feel sorry particularly for those who perceive the experience of seeing a new place as a negative one. Telling them stories about cool new encounters results with an unexpected ‘Why would you wanna go there!?’ It makes me sad. 
2. I love in-flight turbulence! Just thinking about it is getting me excited. I actually feel cheated if I don't get at least a little turbulence on my flight! I've been on a couple of flights with severe turbulence, and one with a nice 4,000 ft drop with every unbuckled body flying out of their seats. I might've been the only passenger grinning from ear to ear.
3. Every time I exit a store with a security guard or that thing that detects stolen things in your bag, I am convinced I have stolen something.
4. I've never checked a voicemail my entire life. It's a dead art.
5. Before or after watching a movie, I always check its freshness on tomato-meter, and if it's very far from what I expected, I get disturbed. Makes me think, maybe I didn't watch it with the right mindset, or my reaction is incorrect, or I misunderstood the plot.
6. Do you ever wonder where certain things originated, or how they came to be? No? Well, I do ALL THE TIME and I can’t just sit back and pretend that the thought never crossed my mind. So what do I do? I turn to my trusty old Google. Or I ask the people around me. I'm never afraid to say "I don't know what that is. Can you tell me?"
7. I used to eat kleenex tissues. Unbleached, unscented. It was a symptom of nutrient deficiency. A condition called Pica, common among pregnant women.
8. When I tell people that I've never smoked a cigarette before, it's usually met with shock. I didn't crumble under peer pressure and said no to something that everyone else has said yes to. So I have bragging rights.
9. I have inside jokes with myself. In my head.
10. I won't pass up a chance for a good discussion on bodily functions. From gas to boogers.
11. Whenever I am watching TV alone, I will start to pick at my face, just to create new problems on my face when there is none. So never leave me alone watching TV. It can lead to craters in my face.
12. I am never able to realise my stories are lame until I am far past the point of no return. Sad.
13. I still talk to and sleep with my teddy-bear, Bearemy every night. This could continue into my married life.
14. I dreamed about being the first woman F1 driver. 
15. I like chewing on hair. Try it, it's crunchy!
16. When somebody talks about food or Harry Potter or a film I recently watched or maybe Ryan Gosling, or mention anything that I like, I will get overly excited and probably bug you about it the entire night.
17. I love jumping on beds. Jumped on my brothers bed until the spring poked through the mattress. Jumped on my bed until the leg broke. Oops.
18. I had a major crush on Aaron Carter during junior years at high school. I've memorised the lyrics to his whole album. It's A to the A to the R O N. I'm all grown up now, run and tell your friends. Listen up everybody, have you seen Aaron's Party? Part two I'm older now, come and show me body. Girl, watcha gonna do, come and talk. To me in the  backseat, baby backstreet... Okay I'll shut up now.
19. I want to marry someone who will look at me and daily think "you're too good to be true". I want to be his unicorn!
20. I make incessant lists to make myself feel productive or creative, and I’m listening to Weezer while doing it.

Obsession Du Jour: Super Mod eyeliner

The updated cat-eye, is trending at the moment, spotted at D&G, Lanvin, Versace, Dries Van Noten, and many fashion editorials, Spring and Fall.

Dear...

Dear girl quietly pooing in the next cubicle,
Go for it, poo your heart out. I promise I won't judge you. It's really weird. We all do it, and we all know we do it, yet we allow it to isolate us. As a human race, we must come together and banish our shame. One for all. All for pooooooo!


Dear Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore,
Come on guys, work it out! You two practically started the 'cougar trend'. If you split the whole trend will go bust, and guys will go back to dating people their own age. That's just going to tighten the girl supply. And I'm not getting any younger, alright!

Dear ready-for-summertime babes,

As I sweat my face off and looking like a gross red blotchy monster, you walk past me looking flawless in your short shorts and tank tops. Hmmph!


Dear Open-door women,
I think you're all such rare and precious gems. If I were a guy, I'd date you all, and would have a hard time picking which one to marry, because you're all so beautiful inside out! God is so good to put you in my life!


Dear quiet emo boy,
Where are you? Where have you been all semester?


Dear future husband,
I can't believe you want to hang out with me for life. Thank you for being the person out there that actually wants to talk to me every night, support my Harry Potter and Chronicles of Narnia re-reading habits, piggy-back me to the toilet when I ceebs to use my legs, and adore my cackling laugh.


Dear God,
You have won me over! Yet again.

"A" as in...

I realised at work today, that I must have a difficult name to understand over the phone. (The new girl kept forgetting my name and called me Fiona!) You know how you do the whole "A as in..." or "A for..." thing? I usually cannot remember a single word that starts with the letter. This is the list I made for myself to use in the future.

A as in Alexander Wang.
B as in Bond. James Bond.
C as in Cya later.
D as in 3D.
E as in Expecto Patronum.
F as in Farts.
G as in Gee Wiz.
H as in H&M.
I as in Igloo.
J as in Jesus.
K as in KKK.
L as in Lonely.
M as in My name is not Fiona.
N as in Narnia.
O as in OMG. 
P as in Poo.
Q as in Queen bee.
R as in R U absolutely alright? 
S as in Saved.
T as in Terrorists.
U as in Eunice.
V as in V for Vandetta .
W as in Wingardium Leviosa.
X as in X-boyfriend.
Z as in Zara.

Holiday List

Watch "My so-called life". The show of my adolescence.


French classes. J'adore apprendre!


Draw attractive people in nice clothes.


Sew.


Play guitar.


Ryan Gosling marathon.


Jet boat rides.


Get a second job.


Make milkshakes.


Eat out at new restaurants.


Date people. 


Jump more on beds. Or jump on more beds.


Read lots of books. Heck, I might not come out of to see the light for a whole month.


Rollerblade. If I could get my hands on a pair.


Bake up a storm, until my brother's whole apartment smells of cake the next few days!


Shuffle dance in my bedroom with music on max.


Bleach hair blonde.


Lay off energy drinks. Detox.


Doctor's check up. My health has probably deteriorated from lack of sleep and stress.


Dentist's check up. My teeth has probably deteriorated from all the diet coke, coffee, energy drinks and sugar.


Save up.


Grow up.

Shake Appeal F/W 2012 Teen Dream

I am won by the combination of boyish charm and easiness with a certain smartness. Initially, I noticed the lack of warmth, considering it was a winter collection. But I soon find out this label is based in Bangkok (city I was born in!), so shorts and chino pants are probably more fitting for Thai winters.

Summer Hydeaway, Russh 42#

With it being Spring-Summer in Australia, the latest issue of Russh Magazine highlights vintage-inspired swimwear pieces I might very much be interested in wearing. Holidays in two weeks for me! Although, I'm practically already in holiday mode, and pretty much given up on my assignments.

Photographer: Derek Henderson

Model: Anna Brewster

Stylist: Billie Iverson

Countdown to Downton

I love period piece British films and series. I don’t know what it is exactly, but women love anything British. British accents, corsets, Colin Firth, Hugh Grant, Jude Law, Hugh Laurie, war, forbidden love, and the clothes. THE CLOTHES. Period piece British films is my BFF! I adored Elizabeth, Marie Antoinette, Shakespeare in Love, The Dutchess, The Young Victoria, The King's Speech, Amazing Grace, Pride & Prejudice, and Sense & Sensibility (Hugh Laurie is the best part of the movie). Check out Keira Knightley's filmography, love it! 


I seem to have a long history of dreaming of being a young Victorian or Edwardian woman men would fawn over, while I sat on a fainting couch having tea. Yet I wouldn't marry anyone because I was a "challenge" and no man had yet to spark my intrigue. Until one day, I would meet a witty, intelligent and passionate missionary, or someone like the visionary politician William Wilberforce who led the abolition of slavery, and he would change my life and of course, lives of many others.


Now, how did I get on this topic? Hmmm.. Oh, yes. Downton Abbey reruns was on. And naturally, I love the series, and am really looking forward to season 2!

Am I Brittany?

Sometimes, more often these days, I think there might be something missing in my brain to explain how retarded I am. (Like an enzyme, maybe.) I think that my family knows and hide it from me because they think it'll ruin me. I think they have secret meetings behind my back to discuss my abnormal antics and agree to play along with it. "She's talking to her teddy-bear again!" "Play along!" "She thinks she's Mary Poppins!" "Play along!" "She's jealous of the pet cat!" "Play along!" "She makes me come into the toilet while she's pooping to test my motherly love." "Just play along!"


At least once a month I'd ask my dad, "Dad, is there something wrong with me?"And his answer has never changed. "No, you're perfectly normal. It's everybody else that are weird." Sometimes, I think, that this is part of their mighty plan so I won't ever suspect my mental and intellectual handicap. He has also told me, "Pass or fail, I'll always be proud of you."


Today was one of those sad days that this above theory of mine seemed very credible. It's either that, or my whole family is a bit bonkers. Or that I'm just extremely blessed with an eccentric family that loves me incredibly.


Today was a sad day. Because I realised I wasn't as smart as at least I thought I was. In all honesty from my friends, I'm not smart at all. I'm neither book-smart, nor street-smart. Nor am I socially/relationally smart. Then what kind of 'smart' am I? (That was not a rhetorical question. It requires an answer.)

The awkward moment you realise you are bat-poop crazy Brittany (and not Finn's girlfriend)

Jill by Jill Stuart Fall 2011 Campaign

This campaign appeals to me because of the capes, dresses, bows, and autumnal prints.

Model: Katie Fogarty

Stylist: Skye Parrote

My Summer Swimsuit

Summer is around the corner. I want to be caught at the beach wearing a retro-inspired bikini or one-piece bathers. As I type, I am in a lecture, discussing 1950's swimwear features, and how it has returned as a trend.

Sources: google image search