Friday, September 30, 2011

Monthly Recap: September '11

Laundry list of things memorable about the month:
Realizing that time is short for grandpa.
"Whoever tries to keep his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life will find it." Luke 17:33 - this finally makes sense to me now.
Scary encounters with a lecturer that resembles Mrs Doubtfire x Cruella DeVille.
Mum accidentally throws away my 10 weeks worth of drawings. I don't know what to do but cry.
I have finally mastered the 'smokey eye' make up. Now all I need is a special occasion.
Picnic near the water, with cakes and carrots.
Grandma's advice - "All men are sex maniacs".
My mad baking phase.
2 weeks of vegan diet.
Painful time of looking into myself and my wicked heart.
Disney marathon.
Being told by some 17-year-old boys that I'm "so naive," which is something that I kind of knew, but I sell can't believe I had to hear it from them.
Farewell to 'the good-looking' life group, and hello to the new.
My queen-sized bed has finally broken after I jumped on it too much. I now sleep on a mattress until I get a new bed. Single-sized.
It's almost summer. I'm dreading summer. Everything is too hot, time moves too fast, you spend every waking moment feeling physically uncomfortable, your skin is always unattractively flushed, and you get sun rash.
Failure after failure. But you know what? I'm not going to be scared of failing anymore.
29th was International Coffee Day. I celebrated by drinking coffee. Actually, I've been celebrating this beverage since my very first cup!

Music stuck on repeat:
Two weeks - Grizzly Bear
Nothing - The Script
She's electric - Oasis
Uncharted - Sara Bareilles
My body's a zombie for you - Dead man's bones
In the room where you sleep - Dead man's bones
How He loves us - Kim Walker

Currently obsessed with:
Textile print designs.
Hugh Laurie.
Dead man's bones.
White summer dresses.
G-dragon. Still undecided about his new ink.
Finding the 'right' pair of wooden flatworms.
Ryan Gosling. (Surprise, surprise.) What can't he do? He acts, he's an accomplished jazz guitarist, a pianist, he's in a band, solves rubiks' cubes, and breaks up street fights in his spare time.
Books read(ing):
April fool's day - Bryce Courtaney

3 things I am thankful for this month:
His grace that runs at me, and embraces me.
Music that takes me on journeys.
Puppies and kittens.

Learning something new everyday.

    Thank you:

Looks aren't important.

Steve Carell and Mr Hottie McHotterson

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Fictional Characters I'd like to date

Ferris Bueller (Matthew Broderick) - Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
That adorable fohawk and his chilled-out perspective of life is so attractive.
Mr. Palmer (Hugh Laurie) - Sense and Sensibility, 1995 movie version.
Mr. Palmer is the best part of the movie.
Oliver Wood (Sean Biggerstaff) - Harry Potter
The captain of the Griffindor quidditch team.

Noah Calhoun (Ryan Gosling) - The Notebook
Seth Cohen (Adam Brody) - The O.C.
I can imagine it already! On our first date, I'll surprise him at the Baitshop during his shift. He'll bail work, and we'll play wii at the pool house, and I would laugh at all his jokes.
Zack Morris (Mark-Paul Gosselaar) - Saved by the Bell
Mark Darcy (Colin Firth) - Helen Fielding's Bridget Jones' Diary
Finn Hudson (Cory Monteith) - Glee
I would take multiple slushees to the face for him.
Dokko Jin (Cha Seung-won) - The Greatest Love

So, as a 22-year-old fashion student, after a long while of coffee shops, walks in the parks, public commute, and attending college, you'd think I would've found a boyfriend. Nope. I come home to my queen-sized bed adorned with teddy bears, magazines, a Bible and a novel (at the moment, reading Bryce Courtaney), piled next to my mac-book.

Monday, September 26, 2011


Dear Ryan Gosling,
You have to stop. Stop being so Ryan Gosling. Stop making all the girls go giggly! In all your films,  you have this look like that woman is the most important thing in the universe. You only have nice things to say about ex-girlfriends Sandra Bullock and Rachel McAdams. You also say the best things ever about your female co-stars. Stop being so you, Ryan Gosling. You are a life-ruiner! 
What a hero! Swoon!
Dear haughty, ungrateful, rude, arrogant, selfish, inconsiderate, disrespectful, insolent twat, 
Sometimes I think, "Why even bother ?" just want to leave you and your life filled with lonely, friendless birthdays. But you know what? I believe unkind people need kindness the most. So I will continue to remember you birthdays.

Dear music man,
Thank you. Normally I'd think you were annoying, but it was a long day, and hearing Hawk Nelson's "Live life loud" at a volume that made me worry about your hearing rejuvenated me on my commute home.

Dear Justin Timberlake,
I liked you better when you made music.

Dear God,
You are so undeniably real and you're just CRAZY.

Dear self,
Sometimes it’s important to have faith in yourself and know that you’re doing the best you can and that’s the best anyone will ever do. You’re doing so much better than you even realize. So live it up and enjoy it!

Dear future husband,
I’m sorry about a lot of things you will have to deal with, the least of which include my singing out of tune and sticking anything I can find into my ears. I hope there are a few things that balance it all out. I will make you lemon meringue pie, I promise! And I will appreciate you not divorcing me for not being able to let go of Bearemy (my teddy-bear of a son) and Ryan Gosling.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Things I do after drinking 2 energy drinks.

1. Go to class/lecture/tutorial.
2. Take a nap. Years of consuming an unreasonably large volume of caffeinated drinks have taken a steady toll on my physiology. I’m at the point now where I can drink two cans and then promptly head off to bed. Of course, the sleep I experience is a fitful experience punctuated by episodes of coming awake, nightmares about large tropical flowers, and confusing dreams with reality.
3. Be inspired to post blog entries like this one you're reading.
4. Cackle like a witch. (Unforunately that is how I laugh.) To my sugar and caffeine sodden brain, everything is hilarious.
5. Stalk all my friends and friends' friends and friends' boyfriends and girlfriends and their cousins on Facebook.
6. TV series/soap download spree.
7. Bake up a storm. Scones, shortbread, cookies, muffins etc.
8. Go to the art museum alone. Abstract art begin to make more sense then.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Just being his immaculate self

Ryan Gosling, one of the best-dressed men in Hollywood. The dude knows how to dress, like REALLY. After much study (oh so so so much study), I have come down to this conclusion: Ryan's style trademark is his silhouette; slim and sleek. Whether in his suits - fitted with narrow trousers and single-breasted jackets, or whether he's off-duty - in fitted cotton tees with low-rise trousers or jeans, his relaxed charm and tattoos, that reminds me of Steve McQueen in the 70's. And I love how his choice of shoes are just as interesting as his movie choices! From boat shoes and desert boots, to suede loafers and two-toned brogues.

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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

I want to run away.

I want to run away from myself, everyone and everything. It doesn't matter where. But the Maldives islands have been tempting me for awhile. I want to run away. Or be a cat.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Well said.

This morning on my commute, I saw a young gentlemen wearing a beautifully fitted suit, tie, cufflinks, tan leather belt, dark brown brogues, natural side swept hair, and I could already witness the magical effect he had on every woman that hopped on the train. Mind you he wasn't flashy. It was all effortlessly low-key in shades of blue, tan, and grey. This is how you do it boys. The well-groomed man really gets the girl.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Jaeger Spring 2012

At 4am, I receive a text from a girl friend (we, creative students are nocturnal) that said "Jaeger's collection at London FW is SO you." And straight ahead to I went, to check it out for myself. She was SO right. Lady-like blouses, wedge sandals, polkadot prints, mustards and coral lips, it is SO me.

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