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Hello hi greetings,

I wish I had something way more exciting to grace your lovely reading eyes with besides my lame outfits and ramblings but big surprise, I don't.  Spoiler alert, if you're not at all interested in the aforementioned subject matter, now would be a good time to just stop reading and go back to Facebook or whatever.

shirt and hat- thrifted; tights and skirt- american apparel; shoes-target.

I am aware that this outfit is painfully like the last one.  You're thinking, "Wow Jamie, it's been probably more than a month since you posted last and you are still wearing plaid and knits."  No you're not, but I am my own biggest critic? Let's just move past whatever I was trying to get at, and get to the point THAT winter and cold weather is so much more fun for dressing than any other season.  It kicks summer in the face. 

That explains why these photos are so much more vibrant than usual.  I am just gleaming with holiday spirit!!!!

I am really excited for Christmas, although the holidays are like the deepest realm of hell if you work in retail.  I still cannot get past how miserable people are when they are shopping.  Let's be serious for a moment.  What is the fun in giving when you just want to stab everyone around you because that bitch just snatched up the last pair of pajamas in your mom's size.  You're just making yourself miserable.  I don't know what my grand solution is for this except that I wish people could be a bit more positive when they shop.  Like why don't you just think of how miserable all of the people buying gifts for YOU are?  Yeah, you're not the only one.

So I guess my point is that even though working in retail can suck out all of your Christmas cheer and turn you into Scrooge, I am looking past the misery and thinking about all of the great things that the season brings.  Mainly cookies and Christmas trees and Christmas movies and FOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!

And that is why I look so happy in these photos.  THE END.

PS: I'm aware that nothing I talked about had ANYTHING to do with my outfit.  I really don't know how to do this fashion blog thing.

PPS: here's a playlist.  Heavily been into French (and a little Brazilian) lately.

jouer from jamiewayne on 8tracks Radio.

ATTENTION!!

HI GUYS NOT TO BE TOTALLY OBNOXIOUS BUT I'M WRITING IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE I'M BACK.  YEAH I KNOW I TAKE THREE MONTHS BETWEEN EACH POST AS IF I WAS WRITING A BOOK AND IT JUST TURNS OUT TO BE SOME CRAP ABOUT AN OUTFIT BUT GUESS WHAT I'M BACK ANYWAYS.  GET OVER IT.

Well I can say that I successfully figured out a way to photograph myself and my outfits.  It was called putting my camera on top of my dresser and using the self timer.  It took me a year to figure this out.  My problem solving skills are right on!

 sweater- from thailand; skirt- thrifted; socks- from japan; shoes- from thailand.

Yes, I know this doesn't look as aesthetically pleasing as if I was prancing through a forest, but I don't live near a forest or have any invisible friends to photograph my prancing.  It's all about the outfit itself and the commentary, right guys?

PS: I know these photos are crooked.  Deal with it.

Another reason I felt it was appropriate to start posting again is because it's finally fall out here in Southern California.  Ah yes, Mother Nature has finally ended her menstrual cycle, and the unbearably, sweltering hot weather (with the two freak days of rain) have ended.  The air is crisp and chilly, the leaves are falling, and I can finally wear a sweater for god's sake, oooooh how sweet it is!

I love the crap out of fall because I can dress like maybe I live in a place that is actually cold.  I know I am from California, and my teeth start chattering once the temperature drops below sixty degrees, but I long to live in a place where the leaves actually change colors and ten layers are absolutely necessary.  During Fall I can pretend and live in my fantasy world, in sweaters and tartan, and then by winter I'm over it.  I guess that's the beauty of it all.

In other news you couldn't give a shit about, I started wearing makeup.  Side note, I took this stuff off right after I shot these photos. 

Remember Myspace guys??!!!

To end this post, I will leave you with a picture of me trying to be scary in the spirit of Halloween, and I think I actually pulled it off.  I look like I'm a wearing a mask, oh just kidding IT'S MY FACE.

HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEEENIIIEEEE!

home again

Oh hey! I'm not even going to try to make any excuses as to why I've been so bad at keeping up this blog. But I'm really going to try this time, I promise! It's a beautiful day today and here I am, cooped up in my room writing this. I mean I don't really like being in the sun and would probably be inside anyways but let's just pretend like I'm ignoring the nice weather so I can keep you up to date on MOI.  

 full diva mode in effect and totally chic (?) in my front yard.  jacket, dress, sunglasses, belt, purse- thrifted; socks- from japan; shoes- doc martens

Which you aren't interested in, and I don't blame you, my life isn't that interesting. But I'll tell you anyways.

 I can tell you what I've been doing since I've been home in this run on sentence: I got home, hugged and kissed my family, saw Moonrise Kingdom (holy perfection loveliness of a movie), ate pizza, thrifted, went to Amoeba, saw the Rookie mag Strange Magic art thing in LA and listened to a bunch of cool ladies talk, ate a burrito, saw Crystal Stilts play, ate more Mexican food, drank beer, and finally listened to all of my records that I bought in Japan. I'm satisfied. Sorry for how obnoxiously long that sentence was but I think it's better than going into long detail and I know you don't really like reading long paragraphs. Neither do I. I got chu.

I went on a big thrift excursion yesterday and went a little crazy as I haven't fed my vintage addiction for months. TOO LONG. Here's a cute little number I scored. I call this one "little French baby girl who thinks she's a rebel because she wears Docs but can't really appear that tough because look at how much she likes flowers and the color pink". Every time I trim my bangs this short I have a penchant for dressing like a little girl. Whatever.

Ok, well I'm going to be wild and go outside for once. My mother is dragging me out as she thinks that my lack of vitamin D intake makes me a perfect candidate for osteoporosis. I certainly don't want to be a hunchback when I'm a little old lady, so I'll be leaving now. Buh-byeeeee!

I get so sentimental

Hi.  I have no excuse this time for not posting for so long.  My computer didn't have a temper tantrum, but I'm afraid it has been I who have been acting the part of the screaming toddler.  Internally.  I gave up the whole "making a scene" thing about eighteen years ago. 

"Why?" you may ask?  Well I could list a variety of reasons but from this you will discover that A. A lot of really stupid and petty things annoy me (ie: the sound of flip flops shuffling on the ground I'M TALKING TO YOU SINGAPOREAN SLOW WALKERS) and B. I'm actually really homesick.  So let's move on.

I really haven't had any grand outfit revelations to share with you and I do have a lot of photos to share but chances are you already are friends with me on Facebook and have seen all of them already.  I'M LAZY. 

I wasn't lazy enough to make you a playlist though.  Here's some summer-time diddies that if I was in my car I would be singing along to obnoxiously loud with all of my windows down driving next to the beach.  But instead I'm listening to them on my headphones on the MRT trying not to cry after I got shoved into and knocked over in the middle of a stampede of people moving at the speed of turtles.  What did I ever do to deserve that??  Did that make any sense?  Such a sad moment in my life.

Ok ok here it is.

sentimental summer from jamiewayne on 8tracks.

oh hi again

I just started this blog and I am already proving to be extremely lazy and disappointing in my consistency of posts.  I'm sorry.  It's sort of not my fault though, my computer took a dump on itself in Thailand and I was therefore left to ignore my blogious duties and focus on more important things.  Like walking through jungles and sipping coffee.  And getting more massages.  And for that I am truly apologetic. You can stop crying now though, I can see those snot bubbles forming.  Your dear friend is back with a working computer charger. 

I'm back in Singapore now and happy to be, because I no longer have to worry about applying dubious amounts of mosquito repellant on all parts of my body just so I can sit on the couch.  I kid you not, I have about five mosquito bites on my face right now, two on my neck, and maybe seven on my body.  THAT I CAN COUNT.  It's a miracle I haven't come down with some kind of tropical disease yet.  Now I'm just sounding like a snotty Westerner so let me tell you about how awesome Thailand is and how I really do miss it already.

Whenever I travel to Asia, I always go to Thailand, and whenever I go to Thailand, I will most likely be in Chiang Mai.  It's like my second home.  It's definitely my favorite place in the country, although I haven't really been to other places out there except for Bangkok.  But because I'm so sure of myself and I know everything I know that Chiang Mai is the best place and I know you would think so too. 

Chiang Mai is a city in the north that seems like somewhat of a clash of the old and the new.  There are still sprawling lots of green forests and rice fields, and beautiful water falls and other wondrous nature-y stuff.  But then there's also hip hopping and happening urban areas that cater to a big population of university and international students, as well as lots of young tourists.  In between you have your Buddhist temples and those are pretty neat because they are really gold and consist of lots of little artisan details that you can tell took tons of time and effort.  And there's monks on motorcycles and old people doing tai chi at sunrise and oodles of noodle shops and the beer is cheap and plentiful.  Oh yeah, and the food and coffee rock too.

If that doesn't sound like an amazing place to you then you don't know what enjoying life is.  Go back to eating mustard on pickles and riding roller coasters.  I hate all of those things, FYI.

 Here's some outfit photos.  I unfortunately only got to properly shoot just one outfit, which is excusable since I ended up wearing just a variation on the same one just about every day.  I picked up this dress in Bangkok among many others like it.  I think I may have gotten multiple dresses of the same style, just different prints.  I can't help myself though, it's so hot out here and these kinds of dresses are just necessary.  I can't layer as I love to do normally, unless maybe I want to suffer from heat exhaustion, so wearing something with a good print and shape overrides my layering lust.

 dress- from thailand; socks- tutuana (japan); shoes- thrifted

I hope you enjoyed hearing from me again, because I sure do enjoy blabbing to you about every single detail of my life.  Because we are best friends and that's what we do.

See ya soon ;) 

One night in Bangkok

And you end up with your legs in a constant state of itchiness, due to being attacked by mosquitoes. Seriously, is it like I was the only one all of the mosquitoes in Bangkok noticed, because it looks like my legs were attacked by an army of insects. What can I say though, I know that I'm naturally irresistible, to insects and humans alike. That was a joke, of course.

The above complaint is just about the only downside of Bangkok.  The constant and sometimes overpowering smell of sewers is also pretty offensive, but that's something one could get used to.  I know there's a lot of other things that our first world brothers and sisters could lament about in Bangkok but there's something so mystical and baffling about this city.  I can't really put my finger on it, but I think just the fact that it's a million worlds away from suburban Southern California is what makes it so incredible to me.

Besides being eaten alive by Bangkok's entire mosquito population, I've spent my first day and a half in the land of smiles eating spicy food, shopping until I am about to pass out, getting foot massages, drinking tea, breathing in massive amounts of pollution, and dodging cars as well as my own death whilst I walk down the street.  Sidewalks don't really exist here.  Due to the fact that my legs look like they might have some sort of rare and infectious skin disease on them I opted to wear pants today that I bought in a boutique last night.  Ignore my very one dimensional expression.  This is a state of total relaxation and being on the verge of passing out from heat exhaustion.  Interesting combo, no?  I just came back from a foot massage and at that point my legs felt like jelly and just walking was a laborious task.

 shirt- forever 21; pants- lyn around; shoes- thrifted; backpack- fjallraven

So then I found a bus that served alcohol.  I felt normal again.

Enough of me, here's some pics of Bangkok!  My father and Ronald McDonald also make a cameo.

I'll leave you to determine whether you find staring into my monotonous gaze or looking at pictures of Bangkok interests you more.  Whatever tickles your fancy.  And this is my cue to go to bed.  Because none of what I just said made any sense, plus I just started a sentence with because, that's wrong.  I'm delirious.  GOODNIGHT.