All posts tagged: culture

Instagram Poems + Fake Friends

She had blue skin,  and so did he,  He kept it hid, and so did she,  They searched for blue, Their whole life through, Then passed right by- And never knew. This was a poem I read earlier today on Instagram (@emmamercury) and it stuck with me all day. It made me remember all those times when I would put on a ‘mask’ in front of people in a hopeless attempt to get them to like me more, thinking that they would be impressed or that I would become more popular, likeable and even beautiful. Now that I am 20, I’ve learnt a lot about myself and although I still have much much more to learn from, I feel that the me one, five and ten years ago was completely different than the person who I am today. So I’ve compiled a list of 7 things (to keep it short and sweet) of things that I have learnt over the brief period of years. Hope you enjoy xx You can’t get everyone to like you… and that’s …

Winter OOTD | 13-14th Aug 2016

The endless winds, hazy dusty sky and torrential rain has finally come to an end here in Sydney where we are (FINALLY) greeted with bursts of sunshine, warmth and good vibes! I have put together two outfits that I have worn this weekend which are suitable for the winter-spring transition to share with all you lovely readers. Another quick update is that I have recently purchased a canon camera and I am so excited to create new projects on this blog as well as my Instagram page (linked to your right for daily updates) so stay tuned for that! I am a Summer baby (born in January) so summer clothes and styling are my forte so I cannot wait to start snapshotting my daily OOTD’s, beauty routine and everything else related to beauty, fashion and styling^_^ I hope you guys enjoy and below are the outfits I wore this weekend! 13/8/16 For Saturday’s look I was rocking the sporty vibe, and decided to go all out with the baseball hat, meshed jersey, leggings and sneakers …

A Picture Tells A Thousand Words.

People say that our life is but a mere interpretation, a huddle of our thoughts, emotions and stories melded into one. The saying ‘a picture tells a thousand words’ revealing how although we are all human, made of the same skin, flesh and bones living on this same Earth, our experiences are individually, drastically different. It’s kind of like art. How each viewer, staring at the exact same painting, visual or template will gather their own interpretation of what that ‘art’ is through their assortment of jumbled up personal experiences and viewpoints. I’m not exactly an ‘artsy’ person. I cannot and I really mean it when i say that I cannot draw to save the life of me (and the whole human race if ever I was presented in that dilemma). However, when I visited the Museum of Contemporary Art in Sydney yesterday, it was overall a lovely experience and I soaked in as much as I could. There were 2 levels of artwork pieces sprawled throughout, and the main theme centering the art space …

If travelling were free, you’d probably never see me again

I was scrolling down Tumblr the other day and came across a few quotes consecutively in a row about travelling, and whilst reading them, sparked my once devoted yearning for adventuring and exploring new countries and cities bursting with cultures and hidden stories. I’m half Chinese (from my mums side), quarter German and quarter Polish (dads side) and was born in Australia and since I was 3, my fondness with travelling began on aeroplane rides when we would visit my grandparents and family members in Shanghai, China. My love and fascination with the Chinese culture intrigued me as a young child. It was like travelling to another universe because everything was so different, so exotic and so exciting. Starting from the language where my mum’s side of the family would talk in Shanghai-nese to each other; a colloquial exchange of dialogue that only residents in Shanghai would understand, hearing it and understanding the basic concepts wrapped me in warmth of familiarity and homeliness. The Chinese cuisine was also my favourite, from pickled fruits to chicken …

A room of one’s own; Houses that burst with stories and forgotten dreams

After submitting the final assessment for uni before the mid semester break, i breathed the sigh of relief I’ve been holding over the past few weeks of stress and tension. These following 3 weeks will consist of me relaxing behind the screen of my Macbook pro, scrolling endlessly on Tumblr and straining my eyes as I watch movie after movie and guilty tv pleasures (The real housewives of Melbourne is a show i VOW not to share with the rest of the world). And of course, browsing through home design websites and envisioning what my future home will plan out will also consume possibly 80% of my free time. My style has always been modern, sleek with a comfy ‘homey’ element of warmth. I love my technology, so simple sophistication tweeked with modern silvers and whites will always be my preference. However, this ‘industrialised’ vibe that is coming across from my description must consist of neutral tones. These include anything that has meaning, from antique statues, family photographs, intricate paintings and soft carpets, plush donnas and …

The little old lady who sits on the train

So today I wanted to share a cute little encounter I had with an elderly lady on the train. Come to think of it now, it feels like a story that’s come straight out from a romantic film or a novel about a stylish, chic girl who lives in New York or Berlin who has their own cosy apartment with a killer view and equally killer body. Anyways….. So i was sitting on the seats at the train station scrolling mindlessly through my social media apps (Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, Snapchat and repeat) when I noticed a pair of eyes staring at me from my side-view. I turned to find a lady in her mid 60’s staring at me shyly as I caught her. ‘Sorry’ she murmured and smiled, her croaky voice giving away her old age and then looked back at me, her intense grey eyes sparkling, concealing the many stories and adventures she’d had throughout her life. ‘You’re a very beautiful girl’ she smiled with a streak of a Mediterranean accent. She told she …

♡ February Favourites ♡

They say that if you want to choose a month where everything and anything goes wrong, choose February, as it is the shortest month of the year. That being said, the month of Feb has come and gone in a whirl, marking the end of the Summer holidays where I have eased my diet and snacked relentlessly on ice-cream; a sudden temptation I’ve been gravitating towards…But as they say, we all have our bad days/months, so here’s to me hoping that March brings out the inner health-crazed goddess I aspire to become. Here’s everything I have been loving throughout the past month: FASHION // The Quay Sunglasses My best friend and I had been OBSESSING over holographic lenses that give off a funky edge to any drastically simple outfit. (It’s also very practical in the sense that you can let your eyes wander without the discernment of people catching you in the process). And the clear rims are what I love the most, allowing the sunglasses to make a statement on it’s own. I have received …

Weekly Wardrobe.

February is coming to a near end, marking the official end of the Summer break holidays, and oh what an extraordinary series of 4 months it has been. The highlights definitely included my boyfriend and I’s one year anniversary, basking under the great Southern sun at Vaucluse beach Sydney and ending it with a romantically lit dinner at the Wharf, Christmas with my cousins, my 19th, clubbing with friends and of course, marking my boyfriend’s house as my official second home with all the countless lazy days we spend lounging around watching anime films and eating pizza. To accompany the beginning of the gloomy Autumn season, I have decided that the ‘black on black’ trend is surely appropriate.   It’s forever the style of sophistication with a hint of effortless. It represents the dullness of ‘uni-season’ without looking too much the part of a soured teen. If attending some uni/work related social work, I advise to stick to this trend of black glamour. Add a dash of bright lipstick or a pop colour through your accessories …

If It’s Not Okay Then It’s Not The End.

Am currently sitting against the sofa with my headphones in full blast listening to ‘Celtic Dream’ from Lord Of The Dance and am in such a trance of tranquility and meditative presence that I decided to write another article proclaiming the importance of self-love, self-belief and self-sacrifice. Maybe it’s the nostalgia sinking in because this heavenly piece was the song I grew up with, from the age of 3 where I would dance in front of the tv box and mimic the tap/ballet dancers as they floated across the stage almost like angels swirling hypnotically in heaven. Or maybe I’m just a bored, sappy 19 year old who has nothing better to do than attempt to sound wise and educate the cyber-world on the brevity of existence and pursuit of self-discovery through my antagonising didacticism. So basically, my life right now would seem pretty much perfect, I have an adoring boyfriend who treats me like a Queen, I’m studying a uni course which I absolutely enjoy, have a part-time job as an english tutor and …