It's helpful to be fashion forward with your fashion flashbacks. jus sayin.

The Jukebox

this one's close to home.

The Shoe Box

Russyvalenki Foulard Boots 

Summer 2010

These are so adorable. Italian made, but inspired by Russian Valenki boots Russyvalenki, these foulard boots are made out of 100% silk and can be worn at different heights. Kind of like "Scarf Boots". These would never be your everyday shoes. However, if you ever stained these sweet things, half its value would go down the drain, haha...sad. But nonetheless, they are pretty and breezy for the summer days!

The Closet & The Storybook

Emma Watson and Alex Watson in Burberry Campaign S/S 2010

I did not realize that they were siblings. Tho they both look stuns. 

(so is that trench coat! :))

Which reminds me of a story of how I was at Holt Renfrew one day, and I had picked up a Marc by Marc Jacobs wallet. This lady beside me was clearly eyeing the one that I had picked out. Then she turns to me; trying to be all smooth and whatnot, takes it from me and goes, "Oh, I love this too!!...isn't it pretty?"...and swiftly walked away with it. She was lucky I wasn't some sort of materialistic bitch. 

How rude. 

Life happens. I think what we fail to realize is that life is our storybook. Sometimes stories were cut out to end the way they do. People spend too much effort controlling stories, leaving themselves in more bewilderment.  Everything is a guessing game because not all people are opened books who wear their emotions on their sleeves. Where to go? What to do next? Concentrating on what you want or what you don't want is tiring. People spend too much time thinking. Thinking is a self doubting process, it's inevitable.  Although it's true that you can never neglect to regret. But then again, life happens right? So I guess all you're left to do is press play, and let life be your soundtrack.

Dream beautiful lovelies.

The Storybook

me: do you think this girl is pretty?
brother: umm no.
me: why?!??
brother: she looks dirrrty.
me: what do you mean?
brother: like her face looks dirrty...not clean.

wtf ?! haha. funny moments.

The Archives

Have a little sunshine in your life.
Have a little rainbow by your side.
A little love is what you need.
Have a little faith in what you see.

Apparently I wrote this. I found a piece of paper with this stanza. It might have been a verse of a song or a poem I was trying to write...who knows what I was thinking when I was young. Bebe Theresa for ya.

We are Pinky and the Brain. 

We are Dexter and Dee Dee. 

We are Spy vs. Spy. 

They don't understand us and they never have.

 I know I am sensitive to danger.

 I know I am prone to danger. 

Calling you, is safer than calling 911.

 I just want to thank you (for reals) for saving me time after time.

x

Sometimes, no matter how much you want to justify things for yourself, you're forced to bite your tongue and save everyone from the truth. Because the truth hurts.

The night is sombre, like this night. With nothing but dim rays of light bordering the sides of the road. Not heeding to the red lights, you whisk away into the dark of the night. You tell me to follow suit, but I don't. I can't. For every green light letting me pass, there are just as many red lights stopping me. I try to look back. But the trails we left, begin to turn into blurred images as our echos become as transparent and thin as the air. It's a dead end. I've caught up to you by now. You're at the edge of the cliff, with trembling lips that mimick the rhythm of your quivering heart. With one last breath, you lean forward and gracefully let the wind wrap its arms around you. You fall as serene as the waters cascading down a waterfall. So beautiful, yet so tragic. The tears rolling down my face quickly turn into droplets of ice. It's cold. The night is dead, and so are you.