In the midst of making out drunken handwriting on my Media Law notes and pretending that I actually understand all this judicial mumbojumbo, I managed to deftly juggle browsing a couple of websites. Out of all the usual, uninspiring blogshop clutter, this one from Riot Loco shone like a magpie's dreammmmmm:
After a bit more sifting, I realised how tired my wardrobe been as of lately, and what I've been throwing on myself have been obvious manifestations of my exhausted, Masina-murdered sub-conscious (i.e a lot of black). Le sigh sigh sigh.
And my favourite:
My mental is half-convinced to cocoon myself at home post-Ramadhan, doing nothing but dissecting my wardrobe to find decent outfit mishmashes to last me the next century or so. I really need to do something.
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