Lead Story
the goodstuph logo
By far the most crucial element that commands for immediate recognition, recollection, loyalty and over time, diffuses a presence of authority, the logo is undoubtedly, the heart of a brand. When GOODSTUPH was born, I knew I needed a logo design I would be proud enough to ink on my skin. I knew as well, there was no way in hell I would ink my initial logo…
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Consumerism. I am but a byproduct of this world of indulgence. I make a living celebrating indulgence. I’m not ashamed of doing a damn good job at it. Yet, as I swim in this consumer chaos, I know what matters to me, and what doesn’t.
The Advertising Slut
England is crap on the international playing field, for some goddamn reason. They choke on the world’s stage like a whore offering 1-for-1 blowjobs on a Friday night. Still, as much as the rest of the world is preoccupied with the World Cup 2010 finals between Spain and Netherlands, I stay here faithful to my team. Team England.
The Artist
Text to a number. Wait for 20 minutes or thereabouts. Watch a bunch of busy bees change letters so as to broadcast your text. Celebrate having the biggest mother of a text message. Propose to your girlfriend while you’re at it. Promise to not whine like a butch again.
The Bitch
Wouldn’t it be funny if we have the Speak Good English Movement banner right next to this one by Land Transport Authority?
The Dark One
I don’t know who’s the brain child behind this, except that it appeared first on my newfound joy, firmuhment. Warning: this page goes on forever. Unlike Life.
The Design Diva
I’ve been paying attention to furniture of late. This lovely series of Karimoku stools, stackable for up to 4 feet, is not hard to notice. Available from SGD295.00 onwards.
The Digital Strategist
Housekeeping for your Twitter account. ManageFlitter (flitter means “to flutter” which birds do) helps you clean up your Twitter account, find out who are the damn buggers not following you back, the dead ones, and *my favourite*, search for terms within your Twitter stream.
The Dirt
As a digital strategist by day, I thank God for the existence of Xiaxue. Perhaps vulgar and suicidal even for me to say so, but I reckon the local social media realm will not be as it is today, if not for her existence. The local social media realm is my marketplace. Xiaxue is my marketplace benchmark. My wagyu cow if you may. Ridiculously expensive. Not necessarily appropriate. But people know of it, and that makes beef in general, desirable.
The Fashionista
The Temple of Jawnz is based in Seoul, South Korea, and is currently a three-man operation, consisting of Drew Keith, Daniel Han and Charly Joung. I <3 this shirt but I think it has been discontinued. Grr.
The Geek
One day, I will figure out why I’m obsessed with Apple like Christians with God (note: this is not an insult), but for now, let me indulge.
The Kollector
For all of you who missed out on the first round, here’s your second of three remaining chances in scoring yourself $200 cash vouchers yet again! This time, we’d get to feast together in the transit area of Changi Airport Terminal 1, 2, and 3.
The Lonely Travellor
KISS was born from a relentless desire to offer a unique experience, away from the cookie cutter designs (like half of the soulless hotels we know in Bali), for discerning jetsetters escaping to this island. Influences of the 1970s glamour ooze through the sleek architecture and design of the Present. With only 7 precious villas, tranquility is guaranteed.
The Narcissist
Everyone has a stroke. Waiter/ actor. Teacher/ novelist. Prostitute/ single mother to three kids. Everyone has a stroke. What’s yours?
The Oddball
Hilarious. Thanks to my homeboi Leon for this.
The Photographer
Award-winning celebrity photographer Dominic Khoo is hosting his 14th international photography exhibition, Access All Areas, from 24 July – 7 August 2010.
The Rest
A girl’s mission to provide the world with a collection of nostalgia (or repulsion) a day, for the entire year. Thank you, Lisa Congdon.
The Social Whore
Drop-dead gorgeous people. Lovely cellist stroking her instrument between her legs. Familiar faces. Genuine smiles. Fake ones too. After a long day at work, I can’t quite complain about the brief escape at the opening party of Marina Bay Sands. Especially with a lovely masterpiece by my side.








