Cape & Shoes – Zara, Coat – Mum’s Roem, Jeans – Courtesy of Levi’s, Bag – The Bridge, White silk shirt – Make Lemonade

This post is not exactly how I intended to ring in 2011 on this blog, so please work with me while I pretend 2011 is still in the horizon and this blog is that country called Republic of Procrastinica that’s about five and a half globes behind in time.

It looks like I should title my posts with more care as I did end up going into an unintentional 10-day-long Silence, as per the prediction of the previous post title. Sorry to disappoint, but the silence wasn’t induced by a bad footing in the snow and a smashing of my peabrain onto the cobblestones of Warsaw (what an enthralling image), although even if I did in most likelihood the pea would’ve survived. (Survival pea knows no danger) I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before but the curse (and blessing, somewhat) of growing up in international schools means everyone scatters after graduation; 5 years have passed since highschool and now home is basically a clean slate; shucks, sometimes it feels like starting in a new city. What I realised this time though, was that I was starting to draw on that blank page with friends made thanks to this blog. I won’t name them all, but they’ve really become people I can call ma homeys. Thank you all for saving me from perpetual laundry and dish cleaning, and thank you always for a great time.

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Sweater Roem Korea | Top Topshop | Pants Gmarket.co.kr | Shoes ALDO | Bag DIY Studded Vintage

It seems I landed in Poland just to bounce back out of the country. I basically repacked my huge London luggage into a luggage.zip file as my mother hovered above me telling me to take extra socks and a hat and a scarf and another sweater and blablabla, all the things that you end up leaving in hotel drawers. In such case, pack however you want and when you get to the hotel you’ll find 5 extra socks, a hat, a scarf, a sweater and a blblabla mysteriously stuffed in her own luggage. She’ll say Oh dear, just in case. I’m a bad child.

So I’m not in Warsaw anymore obviously. Any guesses where I am?