Chicly graduated

reiss black straight neck dress, KCL graduation gown by Vivienne Westwood

Everyone one from my school was a fashion diva on their graduation day. I mean, who isn’t when you are wearing Vivienne Westwood on your graduation day?

I graduated a month ago from King’s College London. I know this is a piece of old news but I am trying to get my blog running and this is the main thing that happened since my last entry. I had been travelling around Europe for a bit ever since I finished my finals in June, and now I am back in my hometown, Hong Kong and all settled – I have a job, a home, my friends and family around me, now all I need is a husband, then I’ll be all middle age and full of crisis. In fact I’m already feeling middle age. I can tell it’s the end of my spontaneous lifestyle the day work started. I miss school. I miss parties. I miss London.

May I delicate this post to my favourite city in the world. 

Random old song

This is the way you left me,

I'm not pretending.

No hope, no love, no glory,

No Happy Ending.

This is the way that we love,

Like it's forever.

Then live the rest of our life,

But not together.

People leave traits. Everyone I met left me something. He told me the truth. He put a smile on my face. She showed me reality. She brought me surreal imaginative energy. He broke my heart. He ate my brain.

These people. Do they have any idea how they have impacted my life? Will they even remember me?  

Do you know what state you have left me at?

Caught in a bad romance

Don’t judge me just yet. I put on the ridiculous wig and gloves because I went to see Lady Gaga’s concert:D

The concert was fun. I was dancing/jumping through the entire time (mainly because I was in the standing ‘seats’ under the stage, which was great) and my feet were sore but with no regrets. Gaga was AMAZING.  She’s a talented performer and I love her more now I’ve seen her live.

So she said, the monster ball is about setting yourself free. Free from reality, free from money, free from whatsoever that makes us feel rejected. 

If only that can be as easily done as said.
Lately there have been so many things and people that make me feel I’m not good enough, not smart enough, not pretty enough, not thin enough.  Man if I can ignore them all. If I don’t have to face the real world.  If I can forget my bad romance. If only I can get all those off my mind and say ‘you mother fucker I am fucking amazing’ like Gaga does.  

Oh wait. Actually why not.

PISS OFF. I AM FUCKING AMAZING. 

Oh my Melissa

J Maskery for Melissa Couture

Here they are my Nightsky edition of Ultragirl! I walked to Covent Garden in them this morning and guess how much attention they had gained – I was stopped 4 times in 25 mins! Love the sparkles - I can’t resist shinning things!


For those of you who know I am a fan of Melissa Plastic Dreams. Huge fan - I love shoes but at the same time I feel guilty killing animals for their skin (no I don’t wear fur. No I don’t own anything made of fur).  Plastic is the new leather! Oh and can I tell you how much Melissa is involved in CSO activities, they care about animal rights and environmental issues and technologies, making this brand absolutely adorable.  I’m not saying here I’m vegetarian or PETA advocate and all (sorry I am such a hypocrite. I say I love and care about animals but at the same time still eating them. And I can’t really abandon my superficial wants for nice leather goods) but then what if we all see animals a little more than just resources? What if we all pay a little more attention to the environment? What if we all appreciate the world we live in a little bit more and not take everything for granted?

PS. Was testing ISO and shutter speed with cameras the other day with flatmate. FUN. 

where is the sun?

VictoriaSecret floral maxi dress, tied-dye scarf from Thailand, cowboy hat from Brighton, Colin Stuart White Flipflops

Three weeks ago London was extraordinarily sunny. People were sunbathing everywhere and wearing their summer clothes. I cleared out my winter wardrobe and filled it with tee-shirts and sundresses.

Except a week after it’s all rainy. The sun was gone and acid rain poured. And this week the rain stopped. Except the sun is not back and it’s cold. The sky is always grey, as if exam season is not gloomy enough.

Yes it is exam season now, my least favourite time of the year. I always think of exam as the testing of your reciting ability and handwriting speed, which is quite pointless in my opinion. I mean when would you ever need those two skills in real life?  But as the exam system is long established by authority (don’t be surprised. I am the kind of girl that respect authority and social hierarchy) we’ll all have to bear with it, at least until the education people become innovative and reform the whole thing. (when would that happen though if it really is to happen?)

Exam sucks. But life is still good J