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Metrojaya warehouse sale!!

Just wanan update of what i bought during recent Metrojaya warehouse sale. I bought Vera Wang Classic set at only RM100, I have been lookin out for them over the yrs, it was expensive, now lucky they are out in warehouse sale. Yippeee and i finally got my hands on them.

Vera Wang Classic Set RM100

(50ml+ mini parfum +100ml lotion n bath)

retails 50ml RM240++!!!

Classic Vera Wang men set at only RM100!!

I also helped my frend Miu to get these perfumes:

Nina ricci at RM110!!

This vera wang princess is the last one in stock!! If not i will have one for myself too. RM80 for 30ml!!

* All photos courtesy from Miu*
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a fashion haiku

I'm no Winona, but here is my attempt:
O Ferragamo,
Lacroix, where are you hiding?
My neck is so cold.

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(photographic equipment) (drop a deuce)

I've always felt kind of sorry for this stuffed ram...

...because I use it to hold my safety pins.

Also, there is nothing more to life than being really, really ridiculously good-looking.

[images from and I'm really sorry I have no idea who those lovely boys are, only Chanel and Aggy]
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(large block of text)

"You aren't going to be his first, last or his only. He's loved before, he will again. But if he loves you now, what else matters? He's not perfect. You aren't either. The two of you will never be perfect but if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can. He is not going to quote poetry, he's not going to be thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don't hurt him, don't change him, don't expect more than he can give. Try not to over-analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad and miss him when he's not there."

via noliesjustlove via thereluctantbuddha
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better late than never?

Jessie and TK, I finally watched Atonement.

I have been told many times that if I have nothing nice to say, I shouldn't say anything at all, so I won't mention anything except...

I approve of the wardrobe, and I approve of James McAvoy.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm supposed have gone to bed 2 minutes ago.

What do you say, Cee? Does the hot weather make you behave badly? Good heavens, you're blushing.
CECILIA TALLIS: Just hot in here, that's all.

(via imdb)
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rabbit food

Today, I'm awesome because...

I was looking at the date and had a nagging feeling something was up with April 26th...


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actually, I really dig the oxfords

The new "eco-friendly" lines at at Payless and Keds both fit my idea of eco-friendly shoes: unreasonably ugly and pretty much as unhip as it gets. It seems like even fashionably inclined eco-shoe brands like MELISSA, which features a few products in collaboration with Vivenne Westwood and Alexander Herchcovitch...

Above, VW Lady Dragon LOVE HEART, $126 (US)

Above, Alexandre Herchcovitch's JOY, $86 (US)

...have not gotten the memo that shoes made out of plastic, aesthetically appealing and reasonably priced though they may be, are probably not a socially acceptable option for sweaty-footed people like me. (Do you see ventilation holes anywhere? I thought not.)

(By the way, the US official website sucks. Try the Austalian one.)

Furthermore, even if all the products are made of the same material and can, therefore, be easily recycled, who the hell recycles their shoes? Where? I think it's a nice concept, but wouldn't it make more sense to not use plastic in the first place? How about plant-based materials, guys? How about shoes that don't wear out so quickly? How about we wear the crap out of our shoes before throwing them away? How about the best option - wait for it - shopping vintage?
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Dear Ladies,

If you are anything like me I am anything like you, please - please, please, please - do not look down at your thighs and marvel at how massive they are and wonder whether you can clap with them at the theater instead of using your hands.

The early end of this week has been wretchedly hot (for Berkeley), and it took me until Tuesday to give up my skinny jeans and pull on a tiny pair of only semi-opaque shorts even just to loll in my room. Since I am of delicate constitution and possess a bladder the size of Luxembourg (assume this metaphor in a world of Russian and Canadian bladders), I inevitably had to evacuate my bladder (Invaders from the North! Women and children first!), which meant passing by the floor-length mirror in the hallway.

Holy crap. I am a stick compared to my mental image of myself.

Above, me suffering from a sinus headache. Gray top: gift. Shorts: supposed to be undergarments, my grandmother.

Above, blinded by my pasty legs and gross feet.

And even though other people have told me I'm skinny, I've always assumed I'm slightly on the chub side and they were being Nice (especially hearing it from skinny girls). But I suppose that aside from my face, I am not on the chub side. This is good to know.

Dear Ladies,

Please don't give your thighs of all body parts a hard time, because your perspective is skewed.


via Lincoln, added without permission:

"it wasn't until I saw pictures of me on a bike that I realized that my thighs aren't giganto"

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(5 minutes ago)

This is exactly it. The world according to Ling-Ling:

"College is easier than Lowell if you put in the same amount of work despite not having the pressure of deadlines. I guess that's what they meant when they said it was easier."

Remember, kids: Surround yourself with smart people.
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why you even set my world into motion

Sam Sparro's "Black and Gold" + Adele

I just realized this song is vaguely romantic. Whoops. Obviously I listen very closely to lyrics.

Time to BS my way through yet another Environmental Science class!
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One For One

I know from a fashion perspective, I shouldn't really like these.

Above, University Black Rope Sole TOMS, $58

But for some inexplicable reason, I totally do.
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kernels of wisdom

I've learned some important lessons in My Life So Far. Around this time last year, I was writing things like

"LA seems big, bad, and scary. you know what? to be perfectly honest, i felt more comfortable at berkeley than at LA. LA got me more excited. Is college a marriage or a one-night stand?"

Perhaps Connie will remember the prom date/college choice analogies we made, and how it didn't play out the way anyone anticipated. (Dear Boys, I am sorry I likened you to colleges and one-night stands.) But the more time passes, the less I think I should have gone to UCLA. Here is a visual:

With the help of Sunshine and floob, I also decided that

"No pants is a dangerous dress code."

as evidenced by this Venn diagram.

This time last year, I was also quoting smart girls like Jessie.

"I realized that no matter how independently I live my life, I can't be who I am without them. It's a very long rope. But we choose to hold on to it."

And I choose to hold on to it.
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repeat after me


say it with me!

"cover songs, remixes, mashups & nothing else."
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calamity physics

Fazed-Girl is reading

by recommendation of Corliss and thanks to the newly formed SSR club she just joined.
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I pretty much just SOILED MY PANTS

Shoot, it's too wide to embed. I think I need to make my content bar wider...

Anyway, HARRY POTTER TRAILER. New and improved with even more EPIC than ever before!
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this should be illegal

I am a terrible blogger. I should not have this many entries in a row in one day. But Dev Patel is in the latest issue of Nylon! LOVE!
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A story like mine should never be told.

This is today. I don't like what I'm wearing very much, but I would like to explain why I am now wearing my plaid Keds and not oxfords.

Above, printed thermal: Kohl's. Cardigan: mother's. T-shirt: Threadless, BFF. Skirt: Forever21. Tights: generic. Oxfords: Payless.

Dear Payless oxfords,

We've been through a lot together. When I first saw you, I already knew there was something inside of you - something I thought that I would never find.

I stepped into Payless looking for a cheap thrill. Those pointy-toed kitten heels will never measure up to you. They hurt me more than I care to remember. And they weren't the first. After so much pain, you'd think I would give up on love. But I haven't. And while I don't believe in love at first sight, I never thought it would happen like it did. Lock eyes from across the room...

I had seen those devastatingly thin, devastatingly, carelessly hip runway models sporting oxfords in Vogue, my first fashion magazine. No one at school had them. I even thought you were a little ugly at first. I wondered what people would think of you. I wondered what people would think of me. Would they question my taste? But I decided it didn't matter. You made me feel good about myself, you fulfilled my needs, and you didn't ask much of me. In retrospect, it might seem like you let me walk all over you, but in reality, it was you who let me walk all over.

At $7.99, you were probably made with the labor of slave children, but I don't care who you are, where you're from - don't care what you did. As long as you love me.

And you did. You never complained when I would think about taking you out, then deciding not to for fear of what others would think of you. Of how you looked. Of us together. I got over it eventually, but you stuck with me through those first few weeks like the crusader you are. Our relationship has grown from something people looked at and made inane comments about, like, "You look like you're wearing little men's shoes!" to comments like, "Girl, you were so far ahead of the trend."

You may be flat. You may look a little manly. You may have hurt me the first few times we went out. And you may be a little dull at times. But I know our love was is real. I will never forget you.

When the cobbler told me that a full repair for you would cost more than ten times your original price, I knew this couldn't last forever. We're just not meant to be.

I might be looking for another pair of oxfords, but they'll never really replace you. You were my first, and I will never stop loving you.

Love always,

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doesn't this look

a little more me?

Above, whack hair. Lipstick: Wet 'n' Wild. Cardigan: Uniqlo. T-shirt: Threadless, Captain Awesome. Jeans: Uniqlo. Shoes: Keds.

Above, whack hair. Lipstick: Wet 'n' Wild. Cardigan: mother's. Printed thermal: Kohl's. Vest: Esprit. Scarf: grandmother's. Jeans: Forever21. Oxfords: Payless. Socks: gift.

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I must admit,

This really is quite short. Possibly shorter than the black one. (Well, I did take in the waist at two points in the back, so that may have worsened the effect.) Anyway, THANKS AGAIN, NADINE! Sorry for the glut of outfit photos.

Above, thermal: Old Navy, gift. Vest: Esprit. Tights: generic. Shoes: Payless. Skirt: gift.

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still missing the long jacket

Thanks for the skirt, Nadine! It's as gratifying as shopping but FREE! My favorite four-letter word.

Above, tee: Hanes men's v-neck. Sweater: K-8 uniform. Skirt: gift. Navy blue tight: BP Nordstrom. Shoes: Payless.

I'm really not used to a skirt this flouncy being this short, though. Maybe Sunshine is right. I should save myself some grief and put on pants.

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just fine

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this is the way I need to wake (I wake to you)

I don't have much to say lately.

I finished Everything Is Illuminated.

Things you should read:
This list looks really sad with two bullet points, but I really am that unexciting.

Here, I will give you pictures of Tater when he was little.

I think I need to get a life. Hopping off the academic treadmill has just left me in a mental rut, and high school never taught me the (rather necessary) life skills of How To Enjoy Wasting Time, or How To Spend Weekends Not Doing Homework, or How To Reclaim Your Life Outside School.

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too close for comfort

Things That Disturb Me (11 Apr 09)
  1. people who get uglier the more you look at them and get to know them
  2. people who get better-looking the more you look at them and get to know them
  3. that I just completed this mental exercise and could not think of one person I want to meet
  4. that I still don't know what classes I'm taking next semester
  5. that I feel like "You breathe oxygen? We have so much in common."
  6. that according to my expense sheet for 2009, I am $223 in the red
  7. that I am already prepared to call Jonathan Safran Foer one of my favorite authors, without having finished any of his books
  8. that I am already prepared to call Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close and Everything Is Illuminated two of my favorite books of all time, despite not having finished either of them
  9. that Marc was awake at 12:40 AM
  10. that I can't think of any item of clothing I feel compelled to buy
What is happening?
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No Poo (Week 1)

Saturday, April 4 - Friday, April 10

Day 1 (Cleaning Day): Wow, I have a lot of dandruff. Guess I don’t massage my scalp very well very often. The baking soda removed grease surprisingly well and didn’t leave that squeaky hair feeling like shampoo does. I don't know if that's a good thing. Lemon juice doesn’t seem to be doing much, but we’ll see. Hair dried faster than usual, though. But I don’t smell like lemons, probably because the solution was so diluted.

Day 2: Hair has a really strange texture. Almost like it’s brittle, but it definitely isn’t. Just… a good kind of dry. Clean dry.

Day 3: Feels like it’s going to grease up at the roots by tomorrow, as my hair has been prone to doing lately (probably because I’ve been blow-drying instead of air-drying). You know what I mean? When my hair doesn’t move like a curtain but little sections are sticking together. It’s not greasy yet, just on its way. Perhaps because I was REALLY SWEATY today. (See below.)

Day 4: Wow, wow, wow. The actual strands of my hair have not felt this soft since pre-puberty. I am not exaggerating. Brushed with a brush spritzed with some cheap honeysuckle eau de toilette because while I couldn’t smell any sweat on my hair, the smell of plain hair is blah. Roots starting to look a little greasy. Just a little. At my part. PM update: Oh, my hair is GREASY. Well, it’s the sort of greasy that Every-Other-Day-Washing Me would have experienced. Not like overwhelmingly greasy, but it is overwhelmingly greasy for what is only Day 4. Getting stringy clumps in the front. The part’s not looking too bad, though. Other than that, my hair is ridiculously soft, and I brushed it a million times to try to work the grease from the front to the ends. No luck. But my hair is very scarily shiny. PM update 2: Oh my GOD my hair is SO GREASY. I can make it look relatively ungreasy by brushing, but it starts to clump soon after. And… if I run my fingers through my hair, they come off a little slick. (See below.)

Day 5: Hair being strange. Part is redic greasy and ends are verging on frizzy, for the first time in my life. Perhaps because it has been in a bun the whole day.

Day 6 (Cleaning Day): Hair not feeling so soft for some reason, or maybe it’s sensory adaptation. In any case I decided that the fact that I had no flyaways because my hair was so greasy at the part that everything stuck together was enough justification to break my once-a-week hair wash. So I got some baking soda and lemon juice, eyeballed a tablespoon in separate containers, and mixed with a cup of water (ish). And then scrubbed, and once again, my hair has dried incredibly fast, the strands are softer than I am used to, my head feels really clean… and my scalp is really massaged. By virtue of the baking soda needing to be really worked in, not just slapped on top and lathered. Although. One really good part about my pre-wash hair was that it held texture really well. But the greasy part was not worth waiting ‘til Saturday. (See greasy, dandruff-encrusted scalp below.)

Day 7: My hair’s feeling a little dry, but it’s still soft. That’s possible, right? It’s only in comparison to how soft it’s been feeling lately. This is definitely softer than pre-no-poo. (That looks ridiculous. I should stop making up words) PM update: DRY DRY DRY my hair feels so DRY and not SMOOTH. Maybe less baking soda next time. I’m under the impression that I can’t continue baking soda indefinitely because it’s kind of harsh. Hm… Dilemma… PM update 2: Now the rest of my hair is starting to soften up again, but the roots still look baked dry. They feel fine. Just kind of brittle-looking. Which is not a good look.

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