Some girls have their staple black pumps. Some girls have their little black dresses. But I have my little black bag and saying that I'm in love would probably be an understatement. But what's a little black bag you may ask? I guess it works along with the same concept of the little black dress-- except it's a bag. Original. I know.  I...

If there's one thing I know, high school is definitely nothing like High School Musical. It's a lie. But hey, one can still dream. And when the first day of school starts to roll around the corner (or for some of us who've already started school-- myself included), we all know that preparing for school is basically the equivalent to preparing yourself for...

8.7.16 // I am my mistakes. I am my past. I am my misfortunes & I am my tears once shed. But. I am also my achievements. I am also my future. I am the perspective I've chosen to take and the lessons I've learned. And those come together, coursing through the muscles of my cheek, to pull the edges of my lips...

It's always nice to be home. And although words and pictures may be the strongest way of expression, sometimes, not even they have the capability to summarise moments that are simply too precious. But I still went ahead and tried.  What's down underneath between the concrete cracks? Love. And perhaps, more. - A ...

Off-the-shoulder tops are probably one of my new favourite trends. And when my love for the overall/pinafore trend is still also alive and well during this summer, you best believe that I'd be putting those two together for a look that may or may not resemble a milkmaid. Throw in those savvy Birkenstocks and a touch of denim from my pinafore dress: if...

It's an I-know-all-too-well feeling, a universal roller-coaster of emotions: when you find yourself standing in front of your closet and the trail-blazing thought that's running through your mind is holy shit I have nothing to wear. All the while, feeling like you had just arrived at the exact same morning dilemma yesterday. You're a liar if you say otherwise. I swear. And especially now,...

Let's first set the record straight and address the elephant in the room: yes, my shirt says "YEW NORK". Not "NEW YORK", much to the generals first impression. I am aware. But that's why I love it. It's dry humour. And I think personally, my humour makes up of self-deprecation with a handful of sarcasm. Or actually, maybe that makes it semi-dry. It...

6.29.16 // In retrospect, I think the passion and love that I hold for fashion is rather unexpected. I was never one to care much about what I wore, and I was never one who prioritised style over any other element. To be completely honest, my mom had decided what I wore for an embarrassingly long time. It probably wasn't until my freshmen...

Une fleur féroce is a tough flower. A strong flower. And I think often times, flowers are almost always perceived to be fragile and dainty. Subsequently, becoming a classic, and although, beautiful, yet misleading metaphor for femininity. Growing up in an age where the status quo is encouraged to be broken, where prominent female recognitions are found in fields not normally deemed for women, it's...

Now that summer's-a-bloomin' and the temperature's slowly creeping above what should be humanly possible to tolerate, almost everyone wastes no time to bust out those crop-top and and booty-shorts. Interestingly enough, I've never been one to normally gravitate towards shorts when it comes to choosing my outfit in the morning. If the weather permits, I'd much rather spend my days in a pair...

Welcome back once again, ladies and gentlemen. How do you do. Happy to be here. And in the midst of all this universally agreed chaos that is Monday, the only thing that probably mitigates the reality of this unfortunately heavily stigmatised day, is the fact that it's summer (!!!) and the probability of me bumming around all day without guilt has gone off...

Hello hello! And welcome to my little corner of the ever-so-immense interweb. And if there's one thing all my failed relationships have taught me: it's that honesty is key. So, I'm not going to pretend this isn't my third go at a blog already... because it is. Here's to the beginnings of another uneventful summer.  Do enjoy. And I'll catch you on the...