Weekly Visuals

Shoulder bag: TOPSHOP, Tie dye pants: USA, shirt: Cotton On, Faux readers: Flea market, Wallet: Michael Kors, Perfume: OPIUM by Yves Saint Laurent, Nude lip: Bobbi Brown

Fringed top: City Plaza, Houndstooth pants: UNIQLO, Denim Jacket: Flea Market 

Its official - Polyvore has substituted my craze for Tumblr. It has been the most visited page according to my Macbook and it should stick around for the next couple of months until i get hooked onto a new social media platform.

Also, exams are in a mere 2 weeks, it's probably wiser to start studying.

xx

Jariel

snippets of sunday

playsuit - zara, mesh overlay - USA, bag - louis vuitton, cuff - charles and keith

The repercussions of how my weekend goes are pretty evident from the past entries. Which consists of walking aimlessly around places and pigging out on japanese food. This weekend was no different. Also, mentally preparing myself for the monday blues after a serious food coma from the thick slices of sashimi and company from my beloved grandmother. Good luck on monday!

xx

Jariel

Gastronomical Sunday

Whipping up salami and ham wrap in the morning despite stuffing myself full from the Japanese feast yesterday.

 I'm the biggest glutton.

mind over matter

Mom and I went to the mall this weekend because she believes in retail therapy and it has significantly rubbed off on me. We had a rough week and Mom felt that it was appropriate to dedicate the evening for a mother-daughter bonding session, which consists of walking around the mall aimlessly looking for gelato, talking amidst shuffling through tons of teenagers, and settling for dinner.

Settled for dinner at SENKI, a japanese buffet restaurant. I believe i've eaten my entire body weight and it's safe to say that i could go a day without meal from all the food we've consumed in a span of 2 hours.

xx

Jariel

routine

She rolled out of an empty bed, shadows casting an adumbrate trace of her willowy frame in a dimly lighted room. Crumpled sleeves as though the wrinkles creased against the hollows of her cheeks, like a baby in its' first throes of slumber. It was seemingly so that the day would kick start with a coffee stained mug as each intake of coffee-scented air such was the depth of her oblivion. That wasn't the case, or what she thought wouldn't be.

She stared at her reflection in a circular mirror amidst the mist of a hot shower. Foggy it seemed, but no where near the thoughts pervading her mind. Humdrum, prosy, the start of a repetitive routine. Visions blurred as she dazed into nothingness, a duplicate of the veil in the mirror.

Soon enough the mirror's cleared, just a split second after she convened from her state of mind. It has bestowed on her that this is only the beginning of a lifetime......

A little description of what seem to occur to me on a daily basis