Boo you whore (Mean Girls 2004)

ASUS EEE Pad Transformer; Brown Bag – Yesstyle

When device with the name like female hygiene supplement came out last year and geeks insisted on shoving tent poles into cement cracks on sidewalks eight hours before the fruit store opened, I was still MEH-ing about the necessity of such devices – as lieutenant of the 21st Century sceptics, why it’s my duty. Email, movies, music on the go, yay, like I need another thing to bother me from concentrating on walking on my super fashionista 5 inch heels that lets me breath the same airspace as the rollerbladers. All I thought was the second generation coming out with phone functions and chuckled at the eventual image of people holding up a huge tablet on their cheeks to call friends and smearing foundation on the screen. Yes yes, that’s the extent of my imagination. Dinosaurs evolved into Pokemon, same thing.

I received an email from an ASUS representative a few weeks ago that introduced the new ASUS transformer and asked if I’d like one. Koreans say you go bald when you like free stuff, I guess I should invest in a good wig soon. I had no idea, when I said yes with the same ‘meh ok’ attitude, that I’ll be carrying this buster around EVERYWHERE. I still swear by paperback and would someday like to own a Beauty & the Beast-esque library, but the fact that I didn’t need a mediocre night-light to read, or that I can pop in an earplug while reading and set the morning alarm when my eyes blur out won me over completely. The best thing about it is that the system is Android, I know Graphic Designer are all about Apple and stuff but I liked Apple before the tree conceived the fruit and now I’ve grown out of it.

What I know for sure is that gadgets like this will be taking us into the next generation of interaction and augmented reality – it’s really worth an investment if only for Angry Birds in bed.

Jacket – Gmarket, Shirt – Uniqlo, Pants – +J Uniqlo, Bag – Courtesy of JHYoo, Shoes – Zara, Bracelets - Kelly Melu + COS + Gold Hearted + H&M

Ice coffee, Summer rolls and Beef Pho at Viet Grill, 58 Kingsland Road; Thank you Kit for the outfit shots.

This is why I can’t let go of this blog, because that last post was apparently an equivalent to sobbing into a tub of ice-cream (somewhat), and so many kind readers came and asked what’s wrong and told me everything will be okay. Well, I mean, some did wander off into the bedroom and complimented on the curtains, but then again I can’t blame them, holding a tub of icecream does not necessarily mean I’m brooding. I guess one can simply like icecream. I disgress, I just wanted to thank you for the comments and emails of encouragement – I know it’s a simple matter of finding a bad trait in the blog and trying hard to turn it off, but I cherish the interaction. I mean, I will probably break something if someone asks again about my camera equipment, but you know what I mean.

Also wanted to welcome Jen back to London. The gang (Jen, Kit, myself) got together and discussed the usual blogging affairs, politics and a certain delinquent over Pho and ice coffee at Viet Grill on Kingsland Road.

This is also first instalment of Uniqlooks for June. There’s a grool contest going on – enter and win a trip to a Uniqlo flagship store in New York, London, Paris, Shanghai or Tokyo!

Dolce & Gabbana, 70% off

Matthew Williamson at ~£250


Prada perspex sandals; Bally boots

Burberry classics (around ~£200 mark)

Church’s brogues; Aquascutum red trenchcoat

Not my bags…

ASUS Transformer tablet with Kindle App

Mulberry envelope receipt holder for £35

Sweater - Gmarket, Shirt - Uniqlo, Jeans – Radcliffe Jeans, Shoes – Pierre Hardy for GAP, Watch - ASOS, Bag - Vehla Tote Bag NIV-E
, Sunglasses -Jeepers Peepers

This was such a gorgeous day, with one of those exotic weathers that London is yet to call back… I took a day off for a trip up to Bicester Village (designer outlet village just outside Oxford) with Kit, my usual honeymoon partner, with the invitation of lovely Laura of Chic Outlet. Rosy feelings aside, I must confess that while I was putting this post together I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment in myself…

This blog has been steadily growing in my life to a point that it now amounts to a considerable portion of my polyjuice potion (me in a bottle) Truthfully, I don’t remember when was the last time I had a pep-talk with dear old self and looked back for self improvement. I can’t help but notice that this lack of reflective thinking and letting diem be Carpe‘d while I enjoy the scenery on autopilot have somehow led me to a rather unfamiliar territory. To this day I have never considered packing a bag and arranging travel to a destination with the sole purpose of shopping, possibly for the same reason there’s very little body revealing in this blog. I don’t mean to disdain – I too like shopping – but this time I feel like I’ve gone too far and tickled the Materialism beast. I know I had plenty fun that day, but on hindsight I don’t know what road this blog is taking me and to be honest I’m rather nervous.

To Bicester Village’s defence, the pricetags are digestible and the landscape is immaculate, and if your kidney needs a Dolce & Gabbana bejewelled boots then you know where to go. Alas, the beauty of this blog is that now it has a mind of its own and despite what I write here, if a visitor is inclined to skip the reading, then my reflection on virtue & yadda yadd will simply be dissolved into bytes, but ah, c’est la pee pee.

Pants – Uniqlo, Shoes – Topshop, Bag – Furla, Nail Polish – Chanel Peridot

I’ve actually been in Warsaw since Sunday, been passing it like a true headless chicken, you know – no pecking, mostly running around. For some reason, after that Hurts post I’ve been pushing away the lace and pleates, so my luggage so far has been untouched save for these boyfriend chinos from Uniqlo I peeled off the top of the pile and black Topshop heels. The rest of the contents are being pickled and I guess when I’m leaving on Saturday all I’ll have to do is throw my cosmetics bag in, zip it up and go.

Laduree Covent Garden; Thank you Emily of JCPR for treating us to tea.

Well this officially makes Covent Garden a minefield, now doesn’t it. The best jacket potato in London happens to be just around the corner, as well as a SNOG and the Icecreamists… and you know what they say: you set off one mine, the rest go off. I think it’s high time I freeze my card in an ice block or leave the sweet tooth on the bedside table (along with my dentures) when coming out to the area.  Although I do fear it’ll all be in vain – the new opening of a Ladurée also initiated a new opening of a stomach chamber, one adjacent to the Nevermind-the-full-stomach,-time-for-coffee chamber… this one specifically for Orange Blossom macarons. If the debitcard is back in the freezer then I guess I’ll have to start cutting off hair to pay for a box of macarons.