About winter in Canberra: part one...

The problem with my winter look is that when I detect the slightest drop in temperature, I will layer on clothes like there is no tomorrow. And I'm not talking about the good and smart layering that fashion magazines talk about: I'm talking sweaters on top of sweaters, pants (yes, true story) in pants and a big coat to top that off. Sure, when I venture into the cold I am warm, but is looking like an overgrown marshmallow a fair price to pay for warmth?

Since moving to the much much colder Capitol from sunny River city, this "over dressing" issue has come up more time than I'd like it to. This is when I realised: there is only so much weather whining and complaining one can do. It's time I hardened up and faced winter like a woman--a stylish and well dressed woman if I can manage it.

So to take a leaf out of girls of the Capitol's book, this winter I'm going to experiment with stockings/tights. I'm not talking conservative and opaque ones though. Oh no. That would be too easy. I'm talking bright-bold-gossip-girl-style colours and patterns à la Blair Waldorf.



I hope I survive this winter.

About shopping competitiveness...

I am quite sure I am not the only one who experiences this phenomenon while shopping: shopping competitiveness. When I am shopping and genuinely trying on clothes/jewellery/shoes/[insert accessories name] with the intention of buying, I will suddenly become acutely aware of the other shoppers in the store. When this happens, thoughts like this run through my head:

• They're going find something better before me. I don't know how they do it--I mean for goodness sake, we're in the same store! Maybe they've actually got eyes behind their heads...
• OMG. They're HOLDING the piece I want. Maybe I should distract them. Or tackle them.
• What I want looks better on them. This is much worse if they're my shopping companion. Why are they so beautiful? Life is just not fair like that.

In the face of such a dire situation of shopping competitiveness, I figure I have two options.

1) I can get over it. I mean, it's just clothes/jewellery/shoes/[insert accessories name] right? It's hardly life or death. Keep calm and carry on.

2) I can fuss and obsess over it and have thoughts like this: OMG. IT IS LIFE OR DEATH. HOW WILL I LIVE WITHOUT SAID CLOTHES/JEWELLERY/SHOES/[INSERT ACCESSORIES NAME]. GET OUT OF MY WAY AND GET YOUR HANDS OFF THE STUFF I WANT!

Although I aspire to the first option, somehow I always lapse back in the second. It's not my fault, I'm just competitive by nature. Even with shopping. I hope I'm not alone in this.

About a girl...

In all honesty, I don't know what I intend to do with this blog. I've always wondered whether people would care about my opinion on random things. This is, perhaps, my experiment. My experiment to see if the world wide web can stand to have another blogger. We all need a creative outlet, don't we?

So, I guess I should introduce myself. I've never been good with occasions where I am suppose to introduce myself. But here goes:

I am a girl (not yet a woman?).

I am currently twenty-two years young.

I am in love with a monkey boy.

I am still studying--a masters degree, mind you.

I am currently residing in the capitol of Australia, having migrated from the river city.

I am nursing the dream of doing nothing else but travel the world.

I am lucky to have such loving friends.

I am a cat lover.

I am a shopaholic who loves finding that perfect piece--whether it is a piece of clothing, jewellery or a good book.

I am addicted to etsy and their amazing handmade pieces.

I am a constant facebook and twitter checker.

I am a mediocre cook, but I am easily inspired.

I am always trying to impress people and make them laugh. Sometimes at my own expense.

And mark my words, I am going make the world a better place. One day. I promise.