Dance of the Were-Rabbit Hopscotch

^{Forever 21 dress // H&M leggings & earring // Dr. Martens hot pink lamper boots}

There are things that I take seriously, and making sure I don’t get caught up in ‘being an adult’ is one of them. Jason, a new intern from Singapore, had been following my pictures online before coming to Los Angeles for his exchange. According to him, my happy disposition when we met in person surprised him so much that he felt the urge to reiterate the following week, after he exclaimed the first day, how shocked he was by the disconnection of the cool image he’d patched from my pictures versus how I actually am. It was a good thing, he hastened to add.

To his credit, I’ve found that I tend to relax a lot more than I do most strangers while in the company of Singaporeans, especially if they’re guys, since they usually are more easygoing regarding my brand of humour. Or perhaps my curation of outfit photos have been veering towards the serious of late. So here’s dispersing whatever ‘cool’ image I may have been projecting in case anyone is deceived.

… I realise I neglected (as with most my outfit posts) to shed light on my outfit of the day. Who cares? I don’t sometimes (… many times?) It’s how my clothes convey my mood that matters; how they do so is an essay of tedious regurgitation. But then again I’m known for being a lazy ass.

Here, have something derp to take home with you.