My type of lust.

Prada rocket shoes, source:Jak&Jil; Black Adidas originals wing shoes, sources: unkown Prada s/s 2010 glass shoes(which I may have been obsessed with ever since the first day I lay my eyes on which was back in 2009), Turquoise Nikes, Unknown label colour block shoes; All sources from tumblr.

Ann Demeulemeester Spring 2009 strap sandals, Miu Miu sling backs, Laurence Dacade boots; All sources from seaofshoes.com 
 My love for shoes (& a lot of other things) is almost as famous as Kim Kardashian herself. Not really. I was trying to make a point there but it just came out, weird. These shoes magical babies practically have my heart for awhile now. They all practically screams out my full name. Which is probably Amanda Belle Mitsuki cause I've never got to even try on these royalties because my real is Amanda Ling. Despite of how many times my family members and peers agree with the fact that I have the most peculiar and worst taste for shoes, I could never find myself able to have the same lust for the norm.  There's probably a message behind all these obsessions, maybe God is trying to tell me something. Perhaps one day I'll be able to fly to Uni in a pair of Adidas originals, or strut the street with a pair of heels that seem to have flames coming out of the my heels. Perhaps I'll be able to wear those Cinderella inspired Pradas at my wedding. Screw wedding, I'd wear them with everything, every single day!
By the way, I apologize for not updating for ages! Life has been threatening me with Uni assignments and  all the errands for me before I move to a new place. Will definitely post more once I settle in, but now there's no outfit photos for ya babydolls. I hope you enjoyed my shoe-porn collection though, I know I would definitely tap those babes. Gosh, that was lame. 

Image Diary: Break Down

Meet my Rosie and Danny. (Rosie is my new thrift rose shirt and Danny the coat I got for $9) Rosie for a $4 rose printed top, how original and creative I am. I saw Danny's cousins sitting around luxurious stores around Singapore last year, they all looked pretty sweet but were all about $400 for each. "How does it look?" There was silence, and then a disgusted glance being placed on Danny, "It looks just like an old man's jacket," he looked at me with disapproving eyes. There are so many times I blame my female hormones for making myself feel like shit. It tells me to dress to impress men, whereas the passion for dressing up echoes Sherlock holmes and David Bowie with Cherie from the Runaways. Again, a rant with my first world problems. The amount of Magazines I bought with my allowance for the past 2 years is pretty taunting. It's almost like the box of shame that tells me how much money I've wasted. "They're for incredible editorials," she said, "Amazing photographies as inspirations," she argued. As pathetic as it may sound, I'm 4 months sober. & sorry brah, no outfit photos today. But a rant about how the lawn mower broke down in the middle of me doing da job. I prayed for a miracle but it was sparse. And now I could only pray for forgiveness from the actual owner of the machine as I smell smoke coming out of its motor. God Bless my neighbours who had to put up with my hysterical begging with a metal piece. It was almost funny. Almost.