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Hi! This blog will remain an outlet for me to rant/grumble/whine/lament/do other equally unsavoury things, while THIS will be where my ~*~fAsHiOn MuSiNgS~*~, – albeit more crowd-friendly, I'm hoping, but then again, I'm not exactly the crowd favourite kind (read: not at all) – go (and interestingly enough, where I get paid to do so). Okay bye!

Really quite bad at this blogging thing...

But I have an excuse: namely nothing gets between me and my eating, and any time I'm not working, I'm eating. Besides churning out articles and editing shittily "written" (the use of opened and closed inverted commas has been employed because by the looks of it, it seems the person responsible for filing them in the first place did so by slamming his face onto the keyboard and clicking command+s) technical reports, here's a list of what else I've been up to:

1) Having my finger- and toe nails grow at an exponentially increasing rate.
2) Stuffing my every bodily orifice with chocolates now that Lent's over.
3) May have embarked on my first business trip/overseas assignment.

Oh and I've been spending my weekends partaking in senior citizen leisurely activities, since nothing the youngsters these days do appeal to me or my fragile psyche. I am but an early bird special stuck in a happy hour body. Baboom.

How to fool people into thinking you're all that

Because even if your life is in complete shambles, as long as you appear to be absolutely in charge and carpe-ing every single fucking diem then it's alright. You win. No one needs to know that you hate yourself almost as much as everyone else really hates you.

1. Tweet obsessively, and always make sure your tweets point to just how exciting your life is. Tweet multiple photos of yourself at a single party. Your smartphone is, after all, the only thing in your life that isn't repulsed by you. Your twitter feed should be as follows: 80% of it should be photos documenting your hard-partying ways and subsequent follow-up tweets about just how terribly hungover you are or how bad your come down is. Faux-hating on it but totally broadcasting it for the world to see. Because you're the life of the party! 15% of it should be about mundane details of your life that no one gives a shit about, jazzed up with emoticons! The remaining 5% should be nothing but name-dropping everyone you've decided is in the scene and whom, by the very virtue of your having been in the same club as them just that once, or by your single mutual friend on Facebook, render you an A+ scenester by association! Everyone knows that how you appear online is way more important than how you're like IRL.

2. If you're a girl, it's absolutely mandatory that you refer to other females as "babe". Failing to do so would just be unacceptable. I mean, fake girly sisterhood camaraderie should always be forged with and instilled in other girls lest they feel un-babelike and like second-rate females. Bam, you're now a feminist.

3.  Proudly proclaim a self-coined description of your style of dressing anywhere that you can. Wear it loud and proud. +30 points if you manage to incorporate the following words: "edgy", "chic" and "vintage" when describing your style. +80 points if you call yourself a "fashionista". Memorize it. Tell it to anyone with ears.

4.  Create a list of things you hate that barely even begins to skim the surface of a much larger iceberg of shit that bother you just because.

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And now. A cat I wouldn't mind having/stealing.

Photo via tumblr

Year end/brand new year greetings and all that assorted jazz

Let's see. Stuff that's happened since the last time I was here:

Had 2 of my best friends visit me, got a job (not as glamourous or even close to what I'd like but still a job nonetheless – I haven't even stepped into the office and already I've received my first paid leave), have developed a penchant for guzzling tea of any sort: green, peppermint, chamomile... by the tumblerful (I initially typed "tumblr", does that finally mean I'm one of the kewl people?), received enough pajamas and underwear in my xmas stocking to last the year, spent my new year's eve in Bali where I fired my first roman candle, chopped off several inches of my hair again, packed up all my winter coats and boots and everything fuzzy into boxes for future use (if ever again), begun working on an exponentially increasing necklace collection...

Cut out my affinity for verbosity and there really hasn't been much going on at all.

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I guess what I'm trying to say is that I've been really into monochromatic outfits of late. Observe:

Photos via tumblr

I'm sure it's pretty evident 7 posts into this whole blogging thing that coming up with titles isn't my strongest suit/Stuff I Want

Gareth Pugh X MAC lipstick in Fervent

Gareth Pugh X MAC nail laquer in Ascension

Photos via vogue.co.uk

Would overdo this nail-and-lip-colour super combo every day of my life just to satiate my inner cybergoth. Just because never had truer words been spoken than when Lydia Deetz, she of the carefully separated spikey bangs, and of the translucent, almost corpse-like pallor that I strive to perfect muttered those words that would forever resonate within me, "My whole life is a dark room. One. Big. Dark. Room."

Dark.

Photos via google

Sunken eye sockets subtly rimmed in brown against stark white. And look at that half snarl – Alice Glass-ing it up way before Alice Glass did.

Uni worries have given way to a whole slew of other woes; a general lack of direction in life. It's so funny that just a month ago I had all these aspirations and ambitions set out for myself, who knew everything would get shat on in just a few weeks? Yeah, so funny I might just retch. It's just been a fucking torrential rain of fairy sprinkles and kitty hugs.

Oookay. Anyway, in an attempt not to stray too far from the topic at hand, I wouldn't say no to any of the things listed below.

Interview Outfit Ideas

In an ideal world, this is what I'd wear. 

Photos via tumblr 

But first I'd have to wean myself off of dark colours and tight bottoms, which I'm working on. 

I lied.

I'm going for one of my most important job interviews to date tomorrow where I'll have to at the very least look a decent amount of cleaned up with minimal accessorizing action going on. Also, I got these leather-trimmed flood length cigarette trousers yesterday and can't wait to wear them slightly cuffed with just about everything. My go-to worn out cotton tote isn't going to cut it, unfortunately, plus it's definitely going to rain and I'm not about to jeopardize any of my non-waterproof bags, so it's back to the trusty flap bags. Right now I'm leaning towards the outfit on the right solely because I haven't worn any sort of heels in the longest time and well... I walked into a pillar in front of a (different) editor the first time I was there. Let it be known that I was in flats at the time.

But we'll see, I might just end up in said wedges anyway because I'm crazy wild and unpredictable like that. Fuck yeah.