- brush up on mandarin
- pick up 3rd language; french, spanish or preferably korean
- take a course in web design
- read more/get a library card
things to do once i get a full-time job:
get a new phone(iphone) for crying out loud!
- get a gym membership
invest in quality skincare
- invest in quality classic items (??)
Sometimes having an opinion is more important than being right or wrong.
(it launched during LFW some time ago, but hey who’s asking?)
A seemingly endless scroll of street style snaps to inspire and delight!
*snicker* that sounded like a press release, even to me!
Note to self: I must be spending too much time in the office
Another source to get inspiration from when dressing up this winter. Brrr it’s cold in here… I never quite know what to wear/how to layer up - not being from this continent originally - I always reach for the most unflattering knits that make me appear bulky and unglam. And despite being bundled up tighter than a mummy, I. still. feel. cold.
Whenever I habitually admire the mannequins in Topshop’s Oxford Circus store, the first thing that comes to mind is how unrealistic they are. I mean, sure you could wear 15 layers of clothing (a la Topshop’s typical VM) but if all of them are paper thin and exposing miles of bare skin, you’re gonna freeze your ass off, fo sho.
Hopefully, looking at photographs of real people dressing up for the real weather might do me some good.
Loving this retro
makeup beauty trend, so aptly described in ASOS’s Dec ‘11 issue,
"The aesthetic was a sort of bastardized Jackie Kennedy-meets-’20s flapper - complete with bobbed marcel waves, a pale lip and a good-time girl attitude."
Couldn’t have said it better myself.
The highlight of the trend has to be the 'stenciled-on lip motifs adorning the models' foreheads and cheeks'.
Note: The post room called up a few weeks ago, informing me that a bagful of clothes and shoes with my name on it (literally!), has been sitting pretty - and unclaimed - for weeks. I dove into the bag, bemused, but pretty happy to walk away with a heap of free designer stuff… until the realization hit me. There was an envelope in the bag with a USB stick addressed to ME… and upon a closer look,. the remaining goodies were addressed to ANOTHER Victoria @ ASOS.
I honestly - and foolishly - notified the post room of this error, all the while mentally chiding myself for not learning how to lie better. I could’ve sold the stuff on Ebay, considering that none of it was in my size, but I didn’t want the someone else to get in trouble for my dishonesty.
So I walked away. *pats self on back*
Voice in my head: Stupid, stupid!
OMG I am in kiddy heaven (or hell), depending on how you see it.
It’s almost lunchtime and the place is filling up with families, and children of all ages and sizes. Crying, drooling, wailing, gurgling, dribbling, stomping… noise-making creatures. *shivers*
Thank god for earphones. And The Clash.
P/s: also reminiscing about this scene from season 2 of Glee.
The conversation usually goes something like this:
Person A: “I love your coat!”
Person B: “Thanks!”
Ok…I’m waiting…waiting……why stop there? You like the coat, don’t you WANT to know who designed it and maybe even where to purchase it? I do.
Let me tell you something- we all put a lot of…
In this case, an explanation simply won’t suffice - besides, I wouldn’t even know where or how to start explaining how this works - the best bet would to try it and see for yourself!
Halfway through watching SNSD’s Visual Dreams on the site, I began to feel
a little pretty damn nauseous, so take caution in your choice of video and have fun!
Even though this concept is still in the research phase, the mere thought of it - swallowing a capsule that enables human skin to emit a unique smell, based on your identity - becoming a reality, is truly mind-boggling.
in awe of constantly intrigued by women who possess both an amazing presence, and a well-chosen scent; their perfume wafting over you as they walk past, and lingering long after they’ve left the room.
A good scent has me wondering… who they are, what they do. Bottom line: it always leaves me wanting more.
The notion of swallowable perfume though, just takes the idea of ‘exuding a scent’ one step further… all the way into pheromone territory.
I’m undecided on how I feel about this, I wouldn’t be averse to trying it if it comes to fruition though…
This makes me want to start doodling on dinner plates, even though I can’t draw to save my life.
Another one… Had me giggling away at my desk
I thought this video was absolutely amazing, until I watched the ‘making of’ … then I just ended up feeling cheated.
So, I was about to leave the office today when I realized two things:
1. The contents of my fridge consist of; a Tupperware of leftover icing from JL’s birthday cake 2 weeks ago (using this amazing recipe), 1 tomato and 3 packs of cream cheese
2. I have nothing to eat for dinner!
The thing is, I have all these fantastic cookbooks stacked up on my living room bookshelf, but after a long day of work, I can hardly open my eyes, let alone spend upwards of an hour cooking for one.
Besides, it’s not as if everyone has little pots of herbs growing in their kitchen a la Jamie Oliver, or obscure-slash-random ingredients just lying around the kitchen (Yes I’m talking to you, Nigella). Knowing their recipes, I’d have to haul my ass to Sainsbury’s, then discover once I’m there that they don’t stock all the required ingredients, give up, go home and eat instant noodles - YET AGAIN.
Out of sheer desperation, and the inability to stomach the thought of eating instant noodles one more night this week, I googled "what to make for dinner"…
And the site (above) popped up, like a gift from God. I wonder why no one’s thought of this before; the sheer and utter brilliance of it! And how rude too!
Love it! <3
Not that the site came in handy for tonight; I ended up eating instant noodles while waiting for my chilli-miso-honey-sesame chicken wings to cook. But hey, at least I have a recipe for dinner with M on Thursday.
On my first Friday at Marie Claire magazine (circa 1996) my boss asked me to “please return all the shoes to their respective designers by Monday”.
I went into the fashion closet (think large ROOM) and surveyed what must have been no less than 1000 pairs of shoes crammed onto shelves….