If I Were a Dude

I think I may think about being born a dude more often than normal. 

I actually do often get told that I should've been a dude. 

I happen to strongly agree. 

Like a boy, LOVE to drink. 

Like a boy, I turn my head when a total babe walks past in a short-mini-skirt. 

Like a boy, not really a fan to show too much emotions. 

Like a boy, lives for the rowdy nights out with the man-pals. 

Like a boy, gets very attached to video games. 

In certain circumstances, all I wish is to be a boy. 

Let me just name a few cheekies...

1. Hung over Sundays. 

The last thing I want to do on a well-hung Sunday after a putrid night out is to clean yourself up and wear fresh make-up to look mediocre pretty. 

2. Busting Moments. 

When the water closet is beyond 1km away and you are really needing the powder room. 

You just wish you could just fling it out like it was nobody's business. 

3. Promiscuous Nights. 

I know that this may sound sexist however, it is inevitable for a female to be judged should they have be known to have multiple sexual encounters with multiple partners. 

WHEREAS, lads get glory, highfives, wolf-whistles and fist pumps. 

Seriously, what the fudge? 

4. Ageing. 

Let's not lie here. 

As males age, they get finer. Like wine. 

As females age, they get stale. Like grapes. 

These are just a few that come to my mind but really I could name hundreds, heck, thousands of reasons why life would've been so much greener being born a boy. 

In the end, all that keeps me from Ellen Degeneres-ing is the sweet sweeeeeeet clothes that come with being a girl. 

Lace. 

Thrills. 

Leather. 

Heels. 

Ribbons. 

I would sacrifice beers, football and mates for any of these things. 

Materialistic as that may sound, this is what really makes me the most flamboyant tom-boy since 1987.

I suppose, even in my choice of clothing, you are able to detect that I have serious "wanna-be-a-boy" syndrome. 

If had the choice of a cute pink floral dress over a tank with shorts. 

A second wouldn't even pass before I select the later opt. 

That all said, before I sound like some crazy gender-confused teenager...

At the end of the day, while I lie on my humble bedding and view out my window. 

I really thank the stars for being a girl and being almost commended for wearing what I wear. 

-A-

Excuse Me but I am a Total Dork

I wore overalls just last night.

I felt that this was a blogbog worthy get-up choice.

You never realise when you're smaller, but, booooooy, life is so much better in a pair over-alls.

Okay, so I completely understand that isn't my best piece but hear me out.

I wore over-alls.

A 26 year old Asian woman.

Just casually, like it was nobody's business.

That is kind of a huge ordeal.

Girl Crush List

Often, my companions tell me that I may as well be a lesbian. 

Often, I couldn't agree more. 

There is just something about a beautiful girl, in luscious clothing that sends electrifying sensations through my body. 

Here are a few renowned ladies of the limelight that just makes me want to give up hetero-hood. 

Kindly note that the following beautiful lasses are not mentioned in any particular order. 

NICOLE RICHIE

Found of House of Harlow. 

Mother to two. 

Absolute stunner with to-die-for style. 

OLSEN TWINS

Two as One - Double the Fun. 

Co-Queens of a Fashion Empire. 

Brought Youth to Classic Fashion. 

SARAH JESSICA PARKER aka CARRIE BRADSHAW

What is a Fashion Blog without Sarah Jessica Parker? 

the Sex of Fashion, the Mother of Style. 

With her bangin' vessel, how could she not charm the world? 

DIANNE KRUGER

Elegance with unbearable Sex-Appeal. 

Such a classic beauty with quirky yet chic style sense is not to be ignored. 

I am yet to encounter an outfit sported by D that I have not pined over. 

EMMA WATSON

Never let go of a girl who looks so damn fine with a pixie hair-don't. 

Dainty with Fire, Cute but Provocative. 

She certainly charmed the world with her magic. 

OLIVIA PALERMO

If Vogue were to be a girl, it would be Olivia. 

I never knew, one girl could make me feel so weak in the knees. 

Her ability to make unthinkable combinations work - it is art. 

ALEXA CHUNG

I adore Chung as she is able to make playful boyish attires look so feminine. 

Her outfits definitely defines her cheeky personality and carefree attitude towards life. 

Creative, Charismatic and Charming. 

ERIN WASSON

That One Teaspoon Girl. 

Sharp and Edgy - the Female Dapper. 

She is what I would imagine a Sex Goddess would look like in living flesh. 

Women are Beautiful. 

Especially when they know what compliments them. 

Clothes. Without I shall not be...and have pneumonia. 

-A-

Leather and Lace : Lust and Love

My most favourite get-up combo is what I like to call the LaLa.

Leather and Lace.

Probably the two of the most provocative materials that you're able to decorate yourself with.

One minor matter that I suggest you have in consideration...make sure that this collaboration is conjured accordingly, otherwise, there is the risk of looking like a total hooker. 

If that's the look you're aiming for, well, you go girl.

One of my favourite examples of this look is the leather lace-up booties with lace hoisery.

A pair of Docs with a pair of well-detailed lace stockings just sends me wild.

Second fave collaboration, delicate lace blouse with a dangerously tight leather skirt.

Partnered carefully and you have yourself a very provocative grunge preppie.

(Katie Holmes in Vogue Spain August 2011)

In the end, it's fun to experiment with your get-up.

Be a little insane and put together something that you would never dream of wearing together.

You might just find the Romeo & Juliet of fashion.

Smoking Kills, Looks Kill

"Coffee and Smoking are the last great addictions" 

- Lara Flynn Boyle -

Smoking was truly the love of my life.

As filthy as that may sound, it genuinely had a titanic influence on my life.

I know for a fact that the majority of the gen-pop would disagree with this, but I cannot help but find women smoking mind-blowingly sexy.

The scenery of a stunner holding a lit cigarette with her delicate fingers and bringing it to her mouth - it's just too chic.

New Years 2013, I said goodbye to a solid 10 year relationship.

Yes, I was totally cliche and sold myself to the "New Year Resolution" stint.

Since I was a wee scoundrel, I just loved the look, smell and idea of smoking.

In my head, it was what the legitimate bossin' adults did. 

By fifteen I was sneakily purchasing my own packets and thinking I was the maddest bitch, smoking on lunch breaks under the school chapel. I know, could I be more hardcore? Pfft, what a tool.

Now, twenty-five years young and I've decided that a decade should definitely be enough to walk-away from such a self-destructive relationship.

The actual smoking I don't miss but the social and aesthetics I pine so very much.

Examples? Okay.

1. Dinner Dates

The JUICIEST conversations do not actually happen at the dinner table, they happen when you vacate the restaurant for a sneaky dirty cigarachi.

2. Disgusting Trashy Nights Out

Obviously, in the actual bar or nightclub the tunes are blaring making it impossible to carry out any sort of decent chats.

All you can really manage is "I AM SOOOO DRUNKKK" while you fist-pump, grind and think you're the hottest shit on the floor.

Stagger outside to the smoking area and you find yourself talking to your future best friend for life.

3. Post-Carnal Celebrations

What is better than mind-blowing sex sesh? The cigarachi after the work is done.

Nothing tastes better and says, "JOB WELL DONE".

4. a Filthy Dessert

Occasionally after a scrumpy meal, you don't want a Tiramisu, Mille Feuille nor a Creme Brulee. You just want a smelly tobacco char-stick. Sometimes, it's the only way to really say "Bon Appetit".

5. the Ultimate Stress Ball 

After a really shitty day in the office, all you can think about is chowing down on a dirty cigarette.

For some reason, you're certain that a smoke is the only way to make you feel better about your jerk-boss or the slutty bitch colleague.

That is just naming a few but I must admit, I love smelling like my perfume and just my perfume.

I've culled the strawberry fields with a dash of butt-trash scent for good now.

If it really comes down to it, I will go down the street, buy a packet of Fads and pretend to smoke so I feel like I am cool again.

Romance with Fashion

Day One of Official Blogging.

I must admit, I never would've imagined myself as a blogger.

A fruit fly is likely to have a broader attention span than me, but, here we are.

Firstly, let me talk about the name.

KOI THREADS.

Koi is a japanese term which has the similar meaning to the English words "Romance" or "Love".

This relates back to my name which happens to mean "Love Child" in Japanese.

As embarrassing as it is to tell people, I've grown pretty fond of my lame name and feel that it suits me quite well.

I feel that with every clothing I own, I have just a little romantic affair with it.

Every time I layer a piece on my bare skin, it's just this cheeky little rendezvous.

I admit it, I'm just a hopeless romantic when it comes to clothes.

So, here's how Koi Threads was born.

Mostly, this blog will involve me dribbling on about what I find looks marvel on the flesh and what threads I believe boogies well with each other.

My blog perverts may or may not agree with my taste but that's what fashion and style is about.

I'd more than love to hear opinions/suggestions, haters on the other hand - I double dare you.

Hope y'all enjoy my blog and I am beyond excited to get this bad boy running.

- A