Disappointment.

Why is it...

when the most perfect guy you will ever meet is completely and utterly in-love with some other girl?

when you know you would treat them so well and the other girl doesn't?

life royally sucks sometimes.

-sigh-

My Love.

Maybe "love" is going a bit far.
Actually.
No.
It isn't.
Because it's true, I am completely and utterly (and have been for over a year) in love with gorgeous Australian Anya's fashion blog Oui, Je Suis.

http://oui-jesuis.blogspot.com

I would say I loved Anya herself but I have a sneaking suspicion that is going a little too far and will make everyone fear for their lives or just block my site and try and delete the memory of my blog from their brains (because of course I have such an impact on people...) (that was sarcasm by the way..anyway...stop talking...gosh).

Oui, Je Suis is a majestic, stylish blog which is full of inspirational outfits and amazing pictures. Posts filled with images of Chanel cupcakes and fancy jewelry grace the computer screen as well as updates of her daily life and explainations of why she chose her particular outfit.

I am not sure what draws me to this blog so much.
It may be the jealous and longing side of me, who secretly hates her for being so gorgeous and wishes I could put together outfits so effectively.
It may be the fashion side of me which becomes obsessive about anything remotely stylish and trendy.
It may be the fact we are both Australian and young which makes me feel like I know her, or the constant following of her blog (and chictopia) for over a year.

REGARDLESS of the reasons, I believe EVERYONE should check out her blog and definately look out for any new interesting updates.

http://oui-jesuis.blogspot.com

http://oui-jesuis.blogspot.com/

Get ready to be inspired :)

ox

I feel fat.

that is all.

The Taylor Debate.

Regardless of what people say...

Well, part of me DOES agree that she should dress her own age and look up "conservative" in the dictionary and put it into practise.

HOWEVER, the jealous, envious side of me wishes I could look like her.

I love her hair, and her body.

And to be honest, if I looked as gorgeous as she does I would show it off too.

I'm torn between my morals and my fashion instincts

MAKEOVER TIME!

Howdy!

Okay.
So.
The more fashion blogs I read, along with just blogs in general, the more I come to realise that my blog, to put it bluntly, sucks balls.
Literally.
It doesn't seem to have that "spark" that catches people's eye.
Or that "X-factor" that keeps people coming back for more.
Maybe I shouldn't be discussing this considering I have no followers but, since it is the start of the summer holidays I am determined to jazz up my blog AND GET ME SOME FOLLOWERS :).

In doing so, it may give me at least a smidgeon of motivation to actually blog more as opposed to sitting around on facebook thinking "I should so blog right now, I have the perfect thing to say...eh I can't be arsed". So that is my goal for the summer, to kickstart a fabulous fashion blog!
I can already see epic failure on the horizon -sigh-.

On a more happier note I totally underwent a blog make-over! Re-doing my layout and header.

I am in love with the image I chose for my header, however I do not possess the amazing talent to take such a majestic photograph myself. Therefore I feel it is a MUST to recognise the young Australian (YAY! AUSTRALIAN! LIKE ME :D!) girls who took the photograph as well as the ones from my previous "inspiration" post (only one of the photo's is not theirs and it's from Cobrasnake).

http://nirrimiphotography.carbonmade.com/

Now that I'm on a roll writing, I should take this oppurtunity to give you an update on my life.
Well, nothing major has happened.

Oh.
Actually.
WAIT.
IT HAS.
I LIED.

Sometimes I just have a few months of contineous "fml" moments. Since my very naive and innocent first blog all the way back in September I have broken up with my so-called "perfect boyfriend". To even call him my boyfriend makes me want to throw up a little, he honesly disgusts me. To make matters worse.

HE BROKE UP WITH ME FOUR DAYS BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY.

Well a big FUCK YOU buddy. I am sorry that I am not good enough for you and that I am not worth the time or the effort to be with. GO GET FUCKED.
OH WAIT HE ALREADY HAS!
STUPID HYPOCRITICAL CAN'T KEEP IT IN HIS PANTS WHORE!
RAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-STOPS-
-BREATHES-
Oh gosh, now I remember why I avoided discussing personal issues in the first place. My pshycho-maniac side of me will take over and I will start raging until the early hours of the morning. Grah, woe is me.


Anyway, moving on from that horrendeous wasted period of my young life, came an even more dramatic "fuck am I getting punked" moment. The other weekend my dear stupid father organised a family dinner with his girlfriends family along with my two brothers and myself. Sure, I thought, it will only be four or five people, I can deal with it.

I got there.
35 PEOPLE WERE THERE?!
WHAT THE?!
Okay...this is hell weird.
So for a few hours the usual happens, we get ignored, we get bored, we get abused and bitched about. Then we are all called into the kitchen. All 35 of us. My father sickeningly starts a soppy story about going out to dinner with his "girlfriend" four months ago.
THEN CA-CHING CA-CHING HELLO!
WE ARE ENGAGED!
WHAT?!
Four months, engaged? not telling us?!
My brothers and I were gobsmacked.
BUT WAIT-THERE'S MORE, TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE, THEY DIDN'T WANT A BIGARSE PRETTY WEDDING, Oh no, the were GETTING MARRIED RIGHT THEN AND THERE!
Another WHAT THE?!

This was another rage moment, so I burst into tears and stormed out.
Going to my dad's sisters house (they both hate each other) and got drunk with my hot cousin.
Gah. I can't say that.
Fuck it.
I can.

Sometimes I feel like I am in Neighbours.
Although with many other stupid things have happened since, I am not going to dwell and please note I AM NOT LOOKING FOR SYMPATHY. I was merely giving you an update.
I am such a drama queen.
I should stick to inspiration and criticising fashion shows!

Hmmmm...

I smell pasta...

I'm off to go get fat.

Til next post,

Ciao

ox

Just A Little Bit of Inspiration.

Just some photo's I gain some in-spi-ration from.

I have lost the links, unfortunately.

HOWEVER, I shall post it in my next blog as the photographer's/websites truely do deserve some recognition!

xx

RIP Daul Kim.

When I heard about this tragedy I was truely shocked. My arms got covered in goosebumps and the hair on my arms stood up while I was reading some of the news articles.

It is absolutely horrible that such a young, gorgeous, lovely girl could feel so alone and depressed. Suicide is one of the most horrible ways to die :(.

However, due to all the media attention it has sparked, fingers crossed it will raise the awareness of depression and suicide helping other people, particularly family and friends to recognise the signs and symptoms to therefore save someone's life before it is too late <3.

RIP DAUL KIM, May you rest in peace.

My thoughts and prayers go out to all your friends and family.