Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.

Blog title relates more to the post below methinks, however I was reading up on Marilyn Monroe and thought I might as well shove it in.

To be honest I'm not all that big on fashion week, I might be later but I don't go completely apeshit over all the designers and say it's all amazing. Mostly because I think quite a bit of isn't all that. HOWEVER, Vivienne Tam's fall collection deserves a mention..

I WUV YOUU~

I'm also so so SOO desperate to go thrifting in Hong Kong just because I found an amazing dress in the Oxfam here last week (middle of nowhere, England, Earth, The Universe). Sadly the internetsss tell me that most of HK isn't too into secondhand goods cause you'll probably catch some STD from Prada that's been worn before, or it's just not OKAY like my Dad recieving a tie with Dolce and Gebeenna stamped across it. Though I have to admit that the dress found was just about the only thing wearable from Oxfam, actually scratch that, even the dress isn't wearable being a size too small for me. I want to stop writing silly essays about silly sociologists and go home! SILLAY Durkheim! You were probably a damn conformist too, hypocriteBASTARDhsdAODBUDAG!!!

I also love you too, KC Green!

credits to: www.horribleville.com and www.coutorture.com

"You never know, you may find the love of your life at the cashier!" "It's self-service..."

I've ditched YouTube and am currently eloping with Vimeo. It's true! It's on Twitter!

I am big, it's the pictures that got small.

I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

I feel like devouring a tub of cookies n' cream ice-cream with extra cookies and watching the best chick flick ever made. I'm almost there apart from the fact that I think something died in the fridge over Christmas (and by something I mean my neighbour's pathetic attempt at preserving pizza, though it could pass for a furry rodent. It's kinda cute even in a mouldy way, I named it Rodger.) and that I have already consumed all the chick flicks that the world of Hollywood has regurgitated on what is known as my private world of brainlessness (a.k.a. surfthechannel.com).

Tonight I'm going to have to settle for the next best thing; I'm going for the unripe clementines and ... Wedding Crashers?

Damnittttttt