Flesh Imp!

FLESH IMP.

With strong influences that reflect the ideals stemmed from the urban subculture, Flesh Imp has been leading this unique social movement since 2000.

I discovered an amazing store in Singapore called Flesh Imp. Their store consisted of mostly rounded & v-neck shirts with graphic print on it, raglans and plaid. The basic graphic shirts would set you back around 40 Singapore dollars, which is maybe PHP1400.

Since I'm a lucky little bitch, I caught them on sale with promos like 35 Singapore dollars for any 2 items on a rack, 2 shirts for the price of one, etc. I only bought a single piece for plaid (which was on sale) for SD15, because I didn't want to spend all my pocket money in just one store. (But I really wish I did there)

Because the salesman in the store was singaporean or chinese, I couldn't really understand much of what he said. :c But from what I got, they were celebrating their 10th year anniversary that week, which is why they had a sale in the first place.

All I can say was I loved that store. The shirts were high quality, the plaid and polos were smooth and slick, the store was well-organized and the service was great. I'm definitely visiting it again with a larger wallet next time I got to Singapore.

FLESH IMP:

online store / blog / twitter / facebook

Glamour Kills discovery + my room!

I found a place in the Philippines that sels Glamour Kills. I almost dropped dead happy finding a store that doesn't inflate their prices that much. Though, when I checked at home, I found that the price online is PHP700+, when I bought my "Everything Was Beatuiful & Nothing Hurt" shirt for PHP1400+ and the Overnight Sensation shirt (that I gave to Carin) for PHP1600+ - which are actually better prices compared to where I bought my previous merch.

Can I just say I love the fit of Adult Medium of GK? Its so perfect for me. And. I. Can't. Even.

The day after that, mom & I went out to buy more Christmas lights, and I decided to finally decorate my room the way I've always wanted to.

Things you can see in these photos: (left) plaid collection iactuallywantmore:c, messy set of pj bottoms, graphic shirts, white v necks, (right) plaid boxers on my desk lol, unorganized lotions, monoblock chair, hipster shrine, Danger Days poster.

Don't mind the hipster shrine to the back of my room. I had an extra line of lights, and it was the only shape I could make easily. Mandy said I should stick a singular swatch of plaid in the middle, but if I did it'd look like I'm praising some kind of wolf god.

Cobra Starship kissed our sass!

Yesterday, I was down with a bad stomach ache with no tickets for Cobra Starship. I was pretty much ready to build a bridge and jump off it. But since the world loves me, I got in anyways and barely felt the pain when they were performing.

Hands down, it was the best fucking concert ever. Minus all the bouncers who made us sit down, it would've been a wild party.

We got our CD's signed. We got to chat with all of them.. except Nate. He didn't even look up. They were so nice. I got to hug Gabe, and he smelled so fucking good. Its like Axe, but his sweat! Mmm, sexy pheromones.

Words cannot express how much this makes me lol.

Carin & Mia going wild with their new St. Paul buds.

Mia found the sign that reserves Cobra's seats.

Fangs up, Cobra Style!

Oh, I was kinda cool how I was will all seniors. You guys made it awesome! I'm still gonna be pretty high from Cobra for.. the rest of my life. Pretty sure. They better come back.

Morning, starshine.

You know the feeling of when you're tired, but you can't sleep at all? Either way, I'm getting re-aquainted with the feeling anyways. I'll probably be up for another half hour, after I write this entire thing.

I'm pretty pooped from today - they gave out our exam grades & it was the last day of school.

Surprisingly, Bio & Fil were my highest subjects. Who would've known? I guess I was stressing for no reason. Perhaps, in Mint's words, I was 'inspired' to study. Not much of a surprise, but Social & Math killed me, along with the majority of my batch mates. Really, if everyones failing, they should reconsider their regimen. Sure, they have high standards and all, but don't they want us to pass?

I didn't cry when everyone was. I mean, really, we're still going to see each other next year. Sure, not in the same room for 8 hours per day, but still. I know we'll still be tight, even though.

It was shit hot when we got dismissed. I hugged Bea good bye (like she doesn't live 5 minutes away from me), found Mandz, walked with Nick, gave her advice for the last day of class, hung out with Carin and went home at 12.

I find my life boring & unexciting. Its a Friday, the last day of the school year, and I spent it surfing the web for random things. I mean, really. Even my 6th grade brother went out today for a swimming party at his friend's house & is sleeping at my cousin's house.

Mom is in Singapore until Wednesday next week and dad isn't home until later. I'm home alone, again. Why aren't I surprised? I'm pretty used to it, but during nights like these, I wish I had someone with me, someone to talk to.

As of now, I'm having a Twitter conversation with Tin, hoping for my cellphone to ring, listening to the end credits on some movie being played on the tv, drying out my dual-colored nails (weeeee) & possibly going to bed already.

I guess I will. This entry is pretty much going nowhere.

Morning, blggr.