Romeo + Juliet

Desiree's Kissing You came up on my iTunes. In the name of nostalgia, I decided to DIY dip-dye my hair! Oh, and watch Romeo + Juliet. (DIY dip-dye was an epic fail. Just looks like my roots are long overdue for a touch up. Like six month overdue.)

The ultimate love story: two crazy kids fall in love and kill themselves. I remember reading the play as a kid but I didn’t completely fall in love with the play until I  watched Baz Lurhmann’s version of Romeo + Juliet (1996). I just couldn’t believe that the incredibly cute boy from Growing Pains, and that girl from My So-called Life was dead. Well, dead in the movie. Here’s why you must watch it again:

1. Leonardo DiCarprio and Claire Danes, two adorable actors, when they both had baby faces.
2. John Leguizamo as Tybalt. Doesn’t he have the perfect villain face?
3. The soundtrack is great! I still listen to it to this day! Every overly-emotional girl (during time-of-month) in the ’90s overplayed it. I'm pretty sure!
4. The infamous fish tank scene. It's super romantic. Like, Leo makes you believe love at first sight is possible. That first glance!

I've also heard, over the grape-vine, that Leonardo Dicarprio is purchasing a property in Sydney! The stalker in me rejoices!

Midi Town: Vogue UK August 2011

Heard about a boy who lost his voice because he was an internet-addict?

There was a time when I talked hours on the phone, took the dog for a walk, baked cookies from scratch, swam in my backyard swimming pool, squished ants, flicked through silky pages of Vogue, and read three novels a day. Since then, internet has taken over my life. It had invaded dinners, lectures, bedtimes, and the toilet.

I've noticed, I have a habitual urge to stay connected with the computer. After all, I want to win that bidding dress on ebay, upload the weekend’s photos on Facebook, reply to emails,  be amused by the latest Nigahiga youtube video, enter blogosphere, read personalised fashion e-newsletters, and illegally stream The Rise of the Planet of the Apes (James Franco!). How would anyone be able walk away from their Macbook Pro with beautiful pink keys ($5 from ebay. Thanks Jess!), with such a monstrous list of things to do? With all of them are just a click away. 

But on a serious side note, have we started talking less? Is it anti-social behaviour, or laziness?  I wont be surprised if I read an online news about a boy who lost his voice because he was an internet-addict. That makes me a little worried. I think I need to stop writing this post and return those sms. Now while I go out for dinner with my girlfriends, make sure you leave your comments below. I’ll get its notification email on my iPhone anyway.

Take this internet addiction test if you're worried too.

I'm not dead.

Oh, hello everyone.

Yes, I am alive. Not dead… yet. Don’t mark my word for it though. With the way this semester's been so far, I wont be surprised if I did collapse. By the way, I like white peonies (for funeral flowers?). I kid, I kid. The reason I’d been invisible from the world of blogging was lack of time. Go hide that smirk please. It is a very valid excuse! This space was a destination for my unfettered mind, it was to voice my musings and rambles. But in the past week, I was surrounded by people, who helped me do so. I was sharing it (more like, whining) it all to them in person. Apologies (and thank you) to the targets! 


On a hapless note, two different individuals I had formed unlikely friendships with over a really brief time had to go off to a new chapter of their lives. And it just had to be when I was beginning to be intensely fond of them, didn't it! One friend sends me this email a few days after 'bon voyage'. (It's the warm and fuzzy little things like this that puts my perspectives in the right place again):

"Dear N, 

You might not know how powerful you are. Because every time I talk to you, you lead me to God. 

I wish every best in your life and I love you! 

I almost cried when I was on the plane talking to you the last minute. You were the one person that encouraged me to keep going and nobody has ever made me feel that empowered, but you! God is so amazing that He lead me to you, and you lead me back to Him!"

And I think, "Your antics and humour are unrivalled. Don't ever change." was perhaps the best compliment I've had in a very long while. And consequently, I won't forget it for a very long while. (It's too bad Ryan Gosling doesn't know that about me. His loss, really!)

Broke and Decaffeinated

Money is playing a game of hide and seek with my account (I’m still hoping that’s the case). And I'm still struggling to master the concept of "budgeting". Luckily, it’s hard to not budget for a daily cup of coffee. Mummy says, “why don’t you make coffee at home?”. My answer is, “Home coffee tastes like poo poo”. And it’s true. After convincing my wallet to not jump out the second I walk past a cafe, I resorted to making coffee with the mukka express my brother bought. Fail. It tasted like poo mixed with sugar in muddy water. (I like comparing people and things with poo.) It saddens me to see how stingy I’ve become. There were days when I bought family and friends their compulsive morning drink. Back then, my wallet was bursting with loyalty cards. Now, my wallet is thin (and falling apart, hint hint). And my savings account balance... let's not go there.

Why am I sharing this piece of random thought? Because I am procrastinating, being the pro-procrastinator I am (productive procrastinator) when I have an awfully huge work load and an unrealistic deadline, this is what I do.

Clapton's pants

It's quite sad that modern men has lost much of their pants sense.

If Ryan Gosling was my boyfriend,

If Ryan and I were involved, and he said "hey girl" a lot? Apparently, this is the concept behind this hilarious blog. See him read them out! Well, that is if he can stop laughing first. (Or is he crying?) The adorable Ryan turns a lovely shade of crimson before getting it just under control enough to say, "This is so stupid!" Yeah it is. Stupid AWESOME!

Obsession Du Jour: Nina Ricci 2012 Make up

Note to self,

Look! How cool is this? I'm absolutely adoring the "feeling sleepy" pose! What is your favourite pose?

Dear...

Dear high school boy who followed me from the bus stop, then to tap me on the shoulders to ask if I wanted to be you date to your formal,
You're cute. Sorry I turned you down because I was scared it might be illegal.


Dear Gwaks,
Thanks for pointing out the true things inside of me that I've been afraid to see.


Dear Sydney gentlemen,
When in doubt, go back to basics – a white button down shirt, plain colour wool sweater, blue or grey blazer and pants. Solid colours and classic shapes work every single time. Here's a quick colour formula: white goes with everything, so does grey and navy blue, maroon and beige is an amazing combination, as is navy and beige, dark military green is awesome with navy, beige and grey, green and red generally looks like you're trying to pull off Christmas Elf-chic (hey, I'm good with pulling off Christmas tree-chic!), and navy blue is always better than black.


Dear ASSumer,
I'm not the money I make. I'm not the people I talk to. I'm not the clothes I'm wearing. I'm not the things I lack. I'm not the house I live in. I'm not the mistakes I carry. I'm not my past and history. Don't just assume.


Dear Daniel Powter,
How did you know exactly how I feel? I really need a blue-sky holiday.


Dear friends that are overseas,
Please stop checking in, in awesome places! I get  seriously jealous!


Dear dark warrior,
Less than three.


Dear self,
Just stop it. Stop stalking lovey dovey photos of couples. Stop it. Stop! There will be a time when you can rub it on everyone's faces too.

Modern James Dean

James Dean is alive and well. And he shops at Dean and Daluca?

Monthly Recap July '11

Currently obsessed with:

Harry Potter series. Oh, Severus Snape! 
Sustainability.
Orange. (The colour, not fruit)

Laundry list of things memorable this month:
Trivia night is hard to organise and run.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows 2. Balling my eyes out into my poor friend's jacket sleeve, tears, snot, drool and all.
The Greatest Love. Best drama series of 2011.
Oh my God, super crazy miracles. Just ask me!
Still struggling to switch off the holiday-mode in my brain.
Contemplating on deferring my studies to prioritise my life.


Books read(ing):
Lord of the Flies - William Golding
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone - J. K. Rowling
Mere Christianity - C. S. Lewis
Systematic Theology - Wayne Grudem
(A couple of them are re-reads. I know, that's a lot of books. I have one I read in bed, one I read on the toilet, one in my bag, one, etc etc.)


Music stuck on repeat:
Walter Reed - Michael Penn
I am - Christina Aguilera (featuring Sia)
You can't always get what you want - Band from TV
Music when the lights go out - The Libertines
Shine on - The Kooks
Pink Bullets - The Shins
Gone - Switchfoot


3 Things I am thankful for this month:
Opportunity to work with other young designers and industry professionals.
Brother (It takes him to move away for me to realise this.)
Time machine (Mac's back-up drive)