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Saturday, December 25, 2010

PAYDAY $____$

I just got my pay yipeeeeee. $___$

HOORAY TO A THREE-FIGURE-SUM IN MY BANK ACCOUNT AGAIN.

Goodbye Fossil. ;A; For those who're unaware, I used to work at Fossil, but I guess it's all past-tense now, I'd say. I haven't officially resigned yet, my boss and store manager over at the ION Orchard branch is really nice but the colleagues... are entirely another story, I'd say. There's a huge generation and communication gap between some of us. I think I'll miss D & YA though, they're so nice ;~; One was able to bear with my ignorance and taught me the ropes in the retail industry, and another one was able to hear me out and give me some much-needed advice. But alas, things just can't go the way I want it to be, and with all the personal issues that came crashing over last month (including one that was fairly trauamtic for me to handle), I guess quitting the job and giving myself some personal space over the past two weeks was a mandatory thing to do.

I just interviewed for Marks & Spencers and there's a high chance they'll hire me since the interview questions they asked are mainly about 'When can you start work, where would be your preferred locations, etc, etc' and not the usual interview-interview questions, lol.

The sudden spike in my bank account certainly made my day better, considering how I was battling with a high fever yesterday night. Almost all of the clinics were closed on Christmas; and hence, I had to run around to three clinics before we eventually found one that isn't closed. Sucks to be me; sucks to be sick on Christmas.

Concealing;

I am sick again, damn. I desperately need some concealer to mask my eyebags away.

Also, I think I'm one of the few weird ones at this age that doesn't use much make-up besides... well, eyeliner. Even then, I don't apply it on a regular basis. Only when my eyes look deadly tired or something.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Cross Collar



I secretly want these collars - a lot. The only thing that is stopping me from getting them is that, such collars are not versatile enough for everyday wear, I'd say? I've only seen the Miu Miu models rocking them and other than that, nope. That explains why I'm still on the fence about getting them.

The price is on the steep side for a collar/that little fabric, but my inner minimalist can't help but hanker after this.

Monday, December 20, 2010

'W' Jan'11; Double Doors



This is beautiful, and I'm dying. Somebody hold me.

/pardon my fangirl self/

But when you mix adorable-like-asdfghjkl; Korean boys with 'high fashion'/editorial, my entire heart will just go BOOOOOMZ from the collision of my my two favourite things in the world. ♥♥♥♥♥

I'm so getting this magazine.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Blackie.

I think I love black.... way too much.

Everything that I've worn out yesterday only consisted of varying shades of blacks, except for the random dosages of navy and salmon here and there, with credits to my NastyGal tote and my pair of adorable-like-asdfghjkl; reindeer socks.



Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Nostalgia;

Went to Cineleisure/Town to hang around with @Changchanggg before she set off to China! So excited for her mannnnggz because her 8-days-itinery includes conquering some high-ass mountains in such chilly temperature/climates (I heard it's negative degrees celcius over there?) and rummaging through warehouses for some cheap fashion thrills.

Ah, such is life.


Haters gon' hate, I love my tiny little colourful bowls of Tangyuans (!!!) I apologize for the pathetic picture of a bowl with nothing inside it ahaha. Apparently, my starving self finished everything before my inner photographer came on.


To the extent that I had two bowls of these nostalgic (and cheap) goodies. How awesome. Cheap thrills ftw, they're going for $2/bowl. Mang, my inner Singaporean auntie is working its magic.


After trotting (or rather, trudging) around in a killer pair of platform wedges ala the H&M inspired ones - mind you, it was my first pair of heels that I actually walked around in D; - that virtually killed my poor little toes, we went for a quick manicure at Far East Plaza.

Yeah, manicure, not pedicure. The above paragraph was written on a completely unrelated note, but I just felt like letting out a little rant. Bwahahah.

Anywayyyy, it was a $4 express manicure over at FEP! Hecka cheap, y/n? My nails doesn't need pampering except for a little dash of colour! I was choosing between 20 over shades of white (I've always had dark nail colours so this would be something new) and I eventually opted for OPI's "She's Golden". The nail colour itself has a white base with a bit of gold (albeit not-so-visible) glitter here and there.

Anyhoo, the nail parlour itself have plenty to improve on. The ambiance sucks, the manicurists' attitudes suck, and eh, basically, just go there if you're looking for cheaper alternatives... or if you just can't paint your nails for the love of your life (a.k.a me)!



Went to visit the tiny one (Hay Jamie, hay ;D) at work too.

Zipper ring and Reindeer socks from the new Topshop Knightsbridge! It's the largest outlet in the world besides their own flagship store (Oxford Circus) in UK. Oh, and the Topshop outlet over @ Knightsbridge is a heaven for all... shopaholics (oh yeah, I'm declared guilty yo). Three levels worth of awesomeness - guaranteed to make your wallets burn.

Such adorable printed socks are slowly climbing up the list to become part of my fashion favourites. The reindeer motifs on the socks were incredibly cute and it was a life-saver since the blisters (much credits to the pair of platforms that I wore...) were killing me.

It was a last-minute fashion fix, and luckily for me, the "socks-inside-wedges" trend have been made popular by fashion bloggers as well as LookBook.nu peeps so my "fashion fix" didn't attract any unwanted attention.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Fear;

Somehow, I feel like I'm subjected to perdition and fear. I'm starting to sense a detachment from happiness.

In my best rendition of our country's infamous 'language'... "What to do now la?"

Words;


Look back into the mirror;
Take a step back.
Look around you.

Maybe you'd find something new. All I can say is, what comes around goes around.

Hello, hello.






Plague.

It has been an emotional rollercoaster, with so many issues plaguing me.

As crazy as this sounds, I'd like to rewind back to the days before O Levels, whereby my only problems were about studying, stress and dealing with worldly temptations. This is queer, but I suddenly miss the smell of my TYS, pencil and eraser.

Well, yeah, it sounds like I'm a crazed nerd, but I'd rather face the books than these problems I have to face.

For those who have been witnessing my train of (mostly negative) thoughts over Twitter, you'd have realized that there is this emotional burden that is bugging me at the moment. I wouldn't want to elaborate about this, but I think I can safely assume that this issue is practically going to haunt me forever. For those who're already aware, you guys would know why. For those who aren't, this secret will just remain, a secret, for as long as it can.

To be very honest, I've contemplated suicide over this but luckily for me, my phobia of heights will never allow me to take the plunge. That said, this shows a lot; because I'm not one to bow in to Death easily.

I just don't want this issue to attack me while I'm at the peak of my life; with the remnants of my teenage self doing some self-destruction. People would judge me for it and they won't even know the reason/background story behind the entire issue. Only true friends would know, tbh. It has brought me so much trauma and troubles, I don't even know anymore. For the first week that this secret of mine is at risk of exposure, I've been crying every single fucking day, every single minute, every single second, hoping that nothing will go askewed.

It started off as a stupid mistake on my part, and right now, it could cause my future to go 'POOF' in two miliseconds. Or even lesser.

I really don't wish for any unwanted attention. I'm just saying.

The higher you're at, the harder you fall.