Wednesday, 20 June 2012


You may vaguely recall me referencing to what I hope becomes a new phenomenon that is Adventure Wednesdays (which I firmly believe are the best kind of Wednesdays ever) and today, I proudly present to you, my scant (but hopefully growing) handful of readers; Adventure Wednesday: Brunei Edition.

Adventure Wednesday: Brunei Edition was a glorious boat-riding, jungle-hiking, monkey-spotting event that birthed excitement, giggles and sweat. So much sweat. Amelia’s friend Sinda, who’s also a very good friend of mine has come to stay with her for a couple of weeks and so I tagged along on today’s expedition, which involved a tour of the Bruneian landmark Kampong Ayer.
A brief background of Kampong Ayer (which literally translates to ‘Village Water’ and thus known as the Water Village) consists of almost 30,000 homes and numerous schools and clinics, as well as a resident fire station, hospital and police station, all suspended on stilts above a vast expanse of water. An integral part of Bruneian culture, it remains largely unchanged, yet still has signs of modern development visible in recent architecture.

Picture Tiemz!

Adventure Time! Grab your friends!

Jungle Boogie. Spooky stuff.

I’ve been on boat rides through Kampong Ayer maybe 3 or 4 times now, but I never really consider how much I enjoy it until I’m actually on the boat whizzing through the jungle. Everytime I take a trip down the river, there’s always this absolutely breathtaking greenery followed by a tour through the complex maze of the village, showing just how massive it really is.

After getting off the boat and zipping through town, we had Korean food for lunch (porktastic) followed by some downtime.

It’s worth noting that I am really outta shape (in other words, I am a fatass) but in the spirit of adventure, I also went hiking in quite a popular nature park. Fortunately I made it back in one piece, but the wonderful view made my slow crawl up various hills worth it.

Moar picturez!

The adventure continues!

Made it to the end!! #fattiesovercome

 I may have been sweating and broken at the end of the hike (just me, everyone else was fine) but I really enjoyed it and would probably do it again even (maybe). So three cheers for Adventure Wednesdays!

Also, I am now on the hipstercam Instagram bandwagon, so go and follow me on dielipp if you have such a device! Dae eet!

Mucho besos

- Diana x x x

Wednesday, 13 June 2012

I am a dressy sloth.

By now, it’s been clearly established that I REALLY like being dressed up. But it should also be noted that I am PROFOUNDLY lazy. Like, given a choice between skipping a meal and cooking a meal, I’d rather veg out watching the food network rather than actually feeding myself. Terrible, I know. 

In a way, this laziness is kind of reflected in the way I dress. I see people on campus walking around in joggie bottoms and a grubby hoodie and I’m not okay with that. I don’t care if you’re wearing £90 track pants with a designer hoodie, you still look somewhat unwashed. But despite my crippling laziness, the bare minimum’s always been a clean shirt and jeans, but towards the second half of my first year at uni, I started upping my wardrobe game a little by wearing dresses and jumpers more often, at first glance, a sartorial improvement but upon further inspection, the lazy girl’s key to looking presentable with minimal effort.

I’ve been hankering for a jumpsuit lately, taking this laziness to a whole new level. I’m not okay with adult onesies, because I really don’t want to look like a giant, overgrown, lady-baby, but strangely enough, I’m taking a shine to the idea of a well-cut jumpsuit in a dark colour, eliminating the need to match a top with a pair of trousers. In an ideal world, I would be a size eight  all my clothes would be lined up in pairs so I wouldn’t have to go through multiple outfit changes in the morning, so everything I pick out would be well-coordinated with minimal thought, giving me a tiny bit more time to snooze in the morning.

Enter the jumpsuit.

I think the heat and humidity of Brutown kinda has a role in my sudden inclination towards this sudden sartorial choice, since it's too hot for a sensible person to spend the whole day in jeans (although I am far from sensible) and these roomy bad boys are making me see them as THE only way to go, instead of the glorified pyjamas that they are.

That said though, there's always the risk of me taking things a bit too far.

Uh, no.
Definitely no.

What do you think? Aye or Nay for jumpsuits?

- Diana x x x

Monday, 11 June 2012

Vote for me por favor!

I know I'm hardly in the blogging position to ask favours, but I've just entered (on a whim, really) Chictopia's Magic Mirror challenge in which you upload a picture, describing your style as either sweet Snow White or the drak beauty that is the Evil Queen, and I've decided that this look is a combo of the two with Snow's colour scheme and hardware details ala Ravenna.

Shirt - Zara
Belt - New Yorker
Shorts - Primark
Tights - Marks and Spencers
Boots - Jeffrey Campbell Litas

This picture was before 3 vodkas.

So if you got the time or can be bothered, vote for me here!

- Diana x x x


Safe to say I’ve had a very eventful past few weeks, between going out, eating out and most recently, moving in! Yes, that’s right! I’ve moved into my new flat, (pictures to come when I have sorted my life out) but almost as soon as I moved in was it time to started pack to get the hell outta dodge.

Over the past few weeks, it’s been a blur of going out, packing up, seeing people, heavy lifting and unfortunate papercuts, but at the very least I was a bit more organized about leaving this year, rather than jamming everything into a box and throwing away what couldn’t fit, but that said, I’m still not completely unpacked, with about 2 boxes and various vacuum bags left to tackle, and the feeble hope that my sheets aren’t covered in dust by the time I get back. Howwwwllll.

Allisan brought us out to dinner recently, and the food and company were nothing short of wonderful but the event was not without a tinge of bittersweetness, as it was the last dinner we (or at least I) had with Allisan before her graduation this coming July, and I simply can’t imagine what Aberdeen would’ve been like not knowing her or going on holiday without her. I honestly cannot stress enough what a massive impact she’s left on me since meeting her and what a genuinely lovely person she is, and I think I can safely say on behalf of a lot of us that Aberdeen’s going to be a lot more grey without her.

I pillaged this from Facebook, since I'm forgetful and rarely have my camera on me.

I didn't take this picture, I got it from Amelia's (far right) blog, which you can read here.
Missing you terribly already!

I couldn’t leave Aberdeen without going out one last time, so in honour of my friend Kate’s birthday, we headed to Club Snafu’s Punk Rock Special (their own special way of getting in on the Jubilee celebrations obvs) I promised not to put any pictures up on Facebook, but there’s a couple I enjoy too much not to show the world (or at least the scant handful of readers I may have)

Sweaty family portrait.
blogger buddy Jess, who I hope doesn’t decide to lynch me for putting this up. I STILL LOVE YOU

Aga, who's leaving us for a year in Vienna. WAH.

Since then, I spent the majority of my remaining time in the UK at home, just ingratiating myself into the new flat (i.e. making pillow forts in my new double bed) before hightailing it to the airport.

I spent the better part of the past 2 days on the plane alternating wolfing down complementary cheese platters and curled up with my face buried in those tiny airline pillows, but I managed to stay awake enough to watch W.E. To be fair, I didn’t expect to like it, I assumed it was just some sort of toy project for Madonna, but I found myself really enjoying the aesthetics of the film, especially as far as the yummy Cartier jewels were concerned, and the elegant  30’s gowns, sexy in SUCH an understated way. Plus, it’s hard to hate something that features people dancing the Charleston while The Sex Pistols blares over.

“Attractive, my dear, is a polite way of saying a woman's made the most of what she's got.”

At the moment, I’m sitting at home in front on the box in jammie bottoms and a t-shirt, but I’ve spent most of yesterday in between time zones. Allow.

What’s everyone else up to?

- Diana x x x