Or minty green docs?

I think I'm in love with this concept of bringing the trend of cut-outs a step further and incorporating it in these wedges by Jeffrey Campbell. Loving it.

Rumi Neely of fashiontoast in Jeffrey Campbell Lita boots.

Miu Miu Sparrow Wedges - Photo by Cherry Blossom Girl

Miu Miu Lattic Pumps. I think I've always wanted a pair of these.

Sexy Tony Bianco's.

I'm definitely going through a shoe phase. Don't quite remember ever feeling this way before. Lol, shoes are so expensive. Nothing else to say. Okay, bye now :D

It was one of those mornings where I suddenly awake and frantically jump out of bed because I know, even in my subconscious state that there's something important that day. It's that feeling you get what you think you're going to miss something. Something that means a lot to you.

I had woken up just in time to see my parents rushing back and forth into the house and doing their last bit of packing. They're going on a Christian marriage camp this weekend. Mum was all hyped about the romantic dinner they're preparing for all the married couples on the last night. She went all the way to the city to look for a dress.

After about a million goodbye hugs, Susan and I finally let them go. We waved them off and proceeded to make a batch of pancakes. Unsurprisingly, we've run out of maple syrup. My pantry is about as big of a disappointment as waking up on Christmas morning and finding no presents under the tree but all the cookies you left out for Santa - gone. Instead, we melted nutella all over it. I wish the food I made was pretty enough to take photos of. It usually ends up looking like the stuff that comes out of your bottom. Sorry if you are eating while reading this.

I spent the whole day watching How I Met You Mother, then I had an awkward encounter with the plumber. I walked in while he was changing his shirt and I was going to turn around and leave but that would of been kind of awkward if he had caught me. So I decided to stand there awkwardly while he put his shirt back on and pretend it wasn't really that awkward at all. He was not one bit attractive.

The episode "Last Words" kind of got me all emotional and then something got into my eye and it just, yeah alright, it just went downhill from there on. I love things that can make me laugh one second and cry the other. Even better, I love things that make me laugh and cry at the same time. The best example would probably be Nathan. When I'm crying, he's as clueless as every other guy when it comes to comforting crying girls so he says something really dorky which actually helps because I laugh for a second and then I start to feel relieved. Sometimes you cry so hard that breathing becomes difficult. You feel like you're choking and you're gasping for air but at the same time these stupid spasms break over you and all you can feel is your chest heaving up and down in perfect sync to the stupid little gasps escaping your mouth. Times like those, just calm down and breathe. As cliched as that sounds, it actually works.

Yeah but I wasn't really even crying while watching that. Like I said, I had something in my eye. Wow, did I mention how easy it is for me to tear up? I'm now considering an acting career. Possibly in one of those cheesy movies that goes straight to DVD's. Not bad since that's two of my favourite things; cheese and movies. That brings up the reason behind the blog title. I am a massive fan of Wongfu Productions but not quite as enthusiastic about Youtube (long story). So I watched a few things I've missed and I was in love with Philip Wang's "The Places We Should Have Gone". He is so talented and I love the way he thinks and directs. I think he's influenced by Chinese/Taiwanese music videos or something because that's what it reminded me of. And the video was in fact in Chinese which made it feel so much more sincere. All the scenery and nightlife made me miss China so much. When I grow up, I must move away to a city that does not sleep. That's the worst thing about Australia, the streets are pretty much empty at 6.

Funny how "The Places We Should Have Gone" and "Last Words" are both about regret and losing people that meant something to us. Well it got me thinking. People always say "live today as if it's your last" but no one really thinks it's going to be their last. It's not until the final moments you tell yourself, "well, this is it..." So when the time comes, what do you say? There are the hurtful things you regret ever saying and then there's those things that you have kept to yourself the whole entire time and wish you had told someone. Do you apologise? Do you thank them? Or do you tell them you love them?

Is there an app for blogging on the go? I always seem to forget what I wanted to say the moment I get home. I have a theory that this place is completely brainwashing me. I'm always hyped to get home and finish my homework (please don't judge me!) but the moment I step through the door, it's like procrastination was standing there waiting for me with open arms this entire time.

I love holidays. And I love it even more when I have a packed schedule and I get heaps done in those two weeks. Prior to the arrival of these golden holy-days, we spent our days counting down the hours and the hours counting down the seconds until freedom. We had planned to do so much. A shopping spree in the city, just one day where a few teenage girls can prance around the streets of Sydney, eyes glued to the Chanel bag that probably costs more than all of their wealth put together. Even if we stripped down to bare essentials, we probably still can't afford the strand. Window shopping on George Street; it's the push every girl needs in order to know what direction they want to head down later in life. Such a pity that reality just happens to be so cruel.

In addition to being totally materialistic bitches, we also planned on being totally gorgeous and jaw-droppingly-sexy materialistic bitches. I'm kidding. But we did plan on having an awesome photo shoot these holidays. Apart from lingerie shopping , nothing else serves as better bonding time with your girl friends than photo shoots. Piles of clothes, stacks of accessories and doing each other's hair and makeup.

I'm so hyped for our photo shoot at Juhee's next Thursday! Polka dot dresses and vintage red lipstick. All thanks to Juhee's ingenious taste in fashion and her mindless ability to fantasise just about anything. After that, it's our traditional movie marathon at Minh's. Her mum makes the most amazing snacks that we munch on non-stop throughout the day. Actually, I'm only there for the food.

Wow, this is turning out to be such a long blogpost. I bet no one will be bothered to read this far because I'm just rambling on about crappy stuff I have yet to do these holidays. So for those who are still with me, I went to Parramatta today. Originally it was only a date between Vivian and I but we found out that "the boiis" (they called themselves that, I can't believe you would think I'm that lame) were going to be there. I turned up late so Alex and Jeffrey drove past and waved, apparently. In the end I rode the Tway with Nathan and Vivian. Blah blah blah, I bought like two things and then we went home. Oh, and I am so obsessed with buying beautiful maxi dresses now because that is the only thing that has proven to flatter my not so flattering body shape. The end.

The ride home was actually a lot more amusing than the actual shopping. Helen, Kim, Vivian, Jeffrey, Alex, Nathan and I were running around like wild goose trying to get on a bus during peak hour. We decided not to get on the first bus because it was too crowded. Jeffrey said we'll be waiting at the front of the line for the second bus. Thinking that with all the wisdom that man had, we had better believe him. But he was wrong, the bus somehow ended up parked half way down the road. Oh, the agony we felt as we saw those lined up behind us scurry off down the road and onto the bus, once again over crowding it. We passed time talking about work outs and watching Alex tense his pecks... A third bus eventually came by and when I finally pushed my way onto the bus, I was refused entry because I needed a prepaid ticket from the news agency. I pushed my way out, opposite to the flow and finally we ventured off to a nearby news agency to buy tickets.

The ride home comprised of analysing the guys' relationship problems, playing thumb war with Nathan and some random chit chat. What an amusing day. And I shall end this boringly long post with yet another one of Jeffrey's quotes of extreme wisdom.

Maxi's for $20 each.

Glazed and hand printed bangle for $3

Heels for $7.50 !

Cotton On Body :$ Total of $15

Aviator Bomber Jacket $30. Although I wish the collar bit was fluffier.

Rubi heels for $10. Unfortunately they're a size too big for me but it feels alright because I can buckle it real tight ;)

Went shopping with Jess after church yesterday. Sprinted to Cabramatta Station because the train was coming in 2 minutes and made it there just when it was about to leave. We could of made it but Jess gave up already although she was waiting there at the station the whole time. So we were stuck there for another 15 minutes. I decided to show her the video of me preg testing. No, unfortunately it wasn't a video of me peeing on a stick. The infamous Hurlstone tradition involves shoving your arm up a cow's rectum. How attractive.

It worked, we killed heaps of time getting grossed out. The train ride was only slightly amusing. There was this bunch of Islander girls and they were so loud but matching them were the lads on the other end of the carriage. So for the whole entire trip we heard them chanting as a pack, howling and hurling insults across the carriage at each other. Later I found out that they were headed to the Roosters vs Bulldogs game. That explains a lot.

I haven't been shopping in so long that I was taken by surprise when I saw Paper Scissors had opened up near Valleygirl. I am under the impression that Valleygirl, Paper Scissors and Chicabooti all sell pretty much the same things. I was pretty disappointed with the clothes I saw. Feels like my taste is slowly evolving but I know I've always been a vintage girly girl at heart. Seriously can not wait to buy some clothes that reflect that. Chiffon, creams, nudes, lace, florals, prints, knits and pearls. Just can't get enough. Loving that song, probably because I always catch Nathan humming it.

The $7.50 heels were originally $30 but marked down to $15. Then a miracle took place in the form of a voice over the PA announcing that everything on clearance is a further 50% off. Happiest moment of my life. I ran around hysterically grabbing shoes and trying them on. There was this pair of incredibly pretty peep toe nude pumps with a bow but the only size left was a 7. After I heard that it was only $7.50 I ran around looking for it because I couldn't bear the thought of anyone else having it. I only managed to find one shoe and so I spent five minutes searching for the other shoe like the prince in Cinderella. Only difference was that I was on a blind search for da 1 and not some wannabe princess. When I finally managed to track down the shoe, I was devastated to find another girl clutching onto it. She too was looking for the other shoe. I knew I had to outlast her. As Jess went away to get a trolley to load up all the crap we wanted to buy, all I could do was stand there hiding the shoe behind my back. I am such a clever, scheming bitch aren't I? Because after about 10 minutes she finally put the shoe down and I dived for it like a hero. Win.

In the end I decided Jess should take it and sell it to her sister so we could take photos of it in the holidays. She also took this pair of creamy white gladiator styled heels that I adored. She promised to let me borrow it any time I want. She better...

And I realised just how childish my room looks. With my hand painted mug stand which I tried to turn into a jewellery hanger and magazine cut out collages made in year 7. I feel an urgent need to redecorate. Yet another thing to pile ontop of my to do list for the upcoming holidays.

Looking at this picture too long gives me the chills. Maybe it's because it's so vaguely familiar to me. The darkness and the repetitive swivel. For those who may be interested in knowing, this is exactly what my worst nightmares look like. Blankness filled to the brim with tension and uneasiness, not monsters or anything like that. I have actually stopped checking under my bed when I grew up and realised that the monsters, they were living inside of me.

Or perhaps it's the words and what they mean to me. Five simple words that really strike me every single time they're thrown around. I live simply and ordinarily, I'm content. Alas, it feels as if I'm never quite "enough". I'm ambitious and sometimes I don't think anyone can understand why some things would matter so much to me; but it does matter. Everything matters to me. I'm an idealist.

Sometimes the journey gets so hard and like Blaire Waldorf, I'm not willing to be "a stop along the way. I'm a destination." It's funny because I've had about two people tell me that I remind them of Serena. But deep down I know I'm truly a Blaire. Or a random girl who's face gets half a second of camera time at one of Blaire's parties. Either way...

I've been so busy lately. Today I finished measuring up a job for dad. He offered me a thousand bucks. No matter how lazy I am, I could not refuse a thousand bucks. I don't really want the money. Instead, I want him to buy me a camera so I can learn to take pretty pictures of my clothes when I finally open my blogshop. Oh hell yeah, I know you're excited. It's been quite a lot of fun choosing the stock and well, I'm quite picky so I've only gotten about a handful of things I actually really want in store. I just want every single piece to be either something I would love to wear or something cute and vintage. I'm sure there's got to be people out there who share the same taste!

You know what? All the hard work will eventually be worth it in the end.