Pastel Days

Top (worn inside): Forever New; Polka dot cardigan: Dotti; Denim shorts: Supre; Bag: Sportsgirl; Necklace: Gift from the boyfriend :)

When all you have is yourself- no tripod, no camera person- you camwhore.

Caught Step Up 3D with Chris. Loved it. I've actually enjoyed all three installation to Step Up. It always makes me wish I could do more than just the chicken dance. But you get what you're given hey? :) Fast feet just weren't on my list apparently.

Officially Graduated

And officially unemployed.

Here's goodbye to guilt-free mid-afternoon movie-watching, do nothing (literally) days.

And HELLO! to active, aggressive hunting. Of the job sort.

It's lunch time in offices now, so I'm blogging before I start making calls and shaking people -or more appropriately, the phone- while screaming "HIRE ME!" Why is it always lunch time whenever I decide to pick up the phone and start my mission?!

I sent quite a number of resumes out in the weeks before I left to Australia for my graduation. I lugged 2 phones around with me everywhere I went in Australia. One with my old Aussie simcard..and the other for my Malaysian simcard so I can be always contactable by possible future employers! Turns out I really didn't need to be that contactable. No future employers rung up. Nor did any friends for that matter! I got plenty of 'buy-FOREX' texts messages though. Am going to need some cash before I can do buying of any sort. And am going to need a job to generate said cash.

People say I'm fussy. Fussy because I want to work in the fashion industry. Fussy because they recommend some other big companies for me to apply to and I say "It's okay, I'm not interested." Fussy because I have a goal in mind, and I'm taking the necessary steps to get there.

To them I say, "It's not fussiness, it's ambition."

(Okay fine. I say that in my mind. What I really say is "Ppppffft..Noo. No. I... no I'm not being fussy. It's ..goal..mind...I'm getting to goal. Achieve.....I...Whatever! Your face is fussy!")

Really though, it doesn't bother me what people say. My family has been supportive and that's what matters. (even though my parents do occasionally think they can nudge me into the business/banking realm) Chris too, has been supportive and such a dear in this whole process. He hears me ramble on about the things I'm aiming for and whine when the day is being less than encouraging to me. Probably all he really gets from me is "I like clothes!" but at least he tries :)

I know that these dreams of mine were put there for a reason. God gave me these dreams. He gave me something to be passionate about and I'm very grateful for that. The last thing I want to be is someone without a passion for anything. As to whether or not I achieve all these things I have in my mind, I don't know. I shall let Him lead me on the map He has drawn out for me.

It's 2 pm. Lunch time should be almost over. Time to start hunting down my prey. Speaking of prey, PRAY for me! (Har-har. Admit it. I tickle your funny bone sometimes)

Frankie, I Love You!

Because I am too lazy for any real outfit post...I'll just put this one up so I don't seem like an irresponsible blogger again.

Will be heading back to Melbourne tomorrow for my graduation ceremony. Stopping by at Perth on the way back to Malaysia so I'll be off on a 2-week hiatus. Peace out!

Studded vest: Baci; Top (worn inside): Cotton On; Black skirt: Supre; Belt: I got it from my momma!; Necklace-cum-bracelet: Forever 21

On a side note, I stumbled upon a very pleasant discovery today! Frankie Magazine is sold in Malaysia! Oh baby, baby, baby wooo! I only came across this wonderful Aussie-born magazine during the later part of my stay in Melbourne, so I only have about 2-3 copies. I thought that now I've returned, I will no longer get to swim in it's colourful pages filled with whimsical art, glorious fashion and interesting articles.

But here you are, Frankie. Back in my arms. Oh how I love you. Definitely is more of a pinch paying RM30 compared to AUD9 though, but certainly worth every penny!

15 Years And Counting

Chings. Ming. Siti. Pui Yee. Mei Lin

Yup. 15 years and counting of wonderful friendship. We've all known each other since we were little kids at 7! Now, we're all grown up and 22. (but I know all of us still carry that little piece of the 7-year-old in us)

A good catch up it was, last night. One filled with bittersweet memories and joyful reminiscing. We've not all stuck together throughout the years. Some went to different schools. Others just made different friends. But at the end of the day, bring us back together and it's like nothing ever changed :)

And this isn't even the full gang yet! Love.

The Day The Bunny Got Her LV

*Jumps in the air*

Made a trip downtown to get me a pretty handbag. Picture below. After self-indulgent photos. Thankyouverymuch.

Top: I got it from my momma!; Shorts: Olio Folio; Cardigan: Seed; Shoes: Charles & Keith; Belt: I got it from my momma!; Bow necklace: Equip; Bag: Aigner (I got it from my momma!...Again)

Bow pockets!

Bow necklace! Yes I love anything with bows. Fetish.


Spot the bruise! :)

Trying to look posh. Hehe.

There's my baby. I don't really buy anything designer..so this would be my first and probably only expensive bag for a long time. It's a graduation gift from my parents. It was this..or a watch.

The decision was obvious.

Heading East

Last weekend marked my first time ever on East Malaysian soil. Sarawak, specifically. For some reason while I was there, I kept referring to West Malaysia as a completely different country. You guys know the feeling?

"Oh..they don't have this in Malaysia!" Hang on, I still am in Malaysia. I feel guilty to be so disconnected from my country's counterpart. Foreign, even.

Well anyway, this first visit was a good start to knocking down that barrier. In many ways, it actually felt more '1 Malaysia' there. I'd rather not state why lest I get into trouble with some... certain authorities :) Peace I declare and pictures I leave with you.

Camwhoring in the airport :)

Cat monument. Our tour guide was going through the entire history of why Kuching was named as such but I got slightly distracted by that darned giant cat and the insane heat in the van we were in. I think it was named after the river? Eugene Ting, care to clarify? Haha. Speaking of which, Eugene, I kept looking out for possible 'Ting residences'. I was curious to see where you lived! I spotted a 'Ting & Ting Supermarket' (or something like that). Family business you never told me about? Haha.

Sarawak laksa. Yums.

My parents and I were there with a few of my dad's colleagues. My dad was the only guy; the thorn among roses.

Semenggoh Wildlife Centre. There's hundreds of acres of land in this particular wildlife centre but it's home to a mere 27 orang utans. The figures say a lot about this diminishing species. And such a shame too, cos they're adorable!

Feeding time. If I'm not mistaken, this female orang utan is named Delima. As for her baby, I'm not too sure.

My passport to the Cultural Village. Basically a huge piece of land filled with the different man-made houses of the various tribes in Sarawak. Loved this place! The houses they lived in are amazingly built and structured. Of course, the ones I went into were just for display and no one actually lives in them.

Menenun kain :) Wish I knew how to do that.

"Marilah kita berjoget!" (Let's dance!) I wish she'd really said that.

A little bit of a pottery class. This guy can make a clay goodie in just 2 seconds. Swift hands I tell you, swift! I tried my hands at it. Failed miserably obviously. Would rather not document my embarrassment here.

So there it is. A tiny part of Borneo that I can check off my map of "Places to Visit". Probably should start travelling around the rest of West Malaysia too. Any takers? :)