SO, IT'S BEEN A TWO MONTHS WHILE..

If you're still checking this blog, yes I'm still alive!
& here's a few updates.

I have graduated.
Kind of a yesterday thing already. Life has moved on so quickly, graduation has lost its novelty and I now letting the www know that I am sitting in front of my laptop in the living room of a flat belonging to a Chinese lady, thinking what to do with my life when I finally return to Singapore.



Yes, I have moved. Again.
Haha, every year I move house. The only area I have not yet lived in is the South of London. And I guess, the truly West.

I have got an internship too, which explains why I am still in London.

I've been going on a crazy Soap and Glory shopping spree.
I think it's the effect of resisting buying it for 3 years when I first noticed it while hanging around Boots. But now that is my last few months in London, why not? The packaging is very eye-catching; you'll definitely give it a second look when you walk by. Their marketing skills' very good, the names they come up with for their products just makes giggle and open your heart to their products haha I'm lazy to put up images, but google it and you will know what I mean!

Also, when I use their products, I feel a little bit more girlie, a little bit more fun, and a little bit more glamorous hahaha. I actually look forward to washing my face, and moisturising my body rofl. But it does work.. so far. I cant stop touching my face these few days cos it's so soft hahaha

Actually, to be honest. It's not just S&G, I've been buying more health and beauty products. I guess I realised I am not going to stay/look young forever. Yeh, maybe I'll still look like a 16year old, but I dont want to look like a 16year old with huge eyebags, uneven skin tones and scaly legs o_o

Which leads me to my next point..
I recently purchased this thing called Bio Oil. Apparently it helps with scars, uneven pigmentation, stretch marks, moisturising, ageing skin- ok basically, it's a miracle oil for your skin. And I think it..works ?? My stretch marks seem to have lighten and this scar I have on my knee is still there but seems to have smoothened out- I say seem cos I dont know if my eyes are playing tricks on me, or you know sometimes you want something to work so much that you kind of tune your brain to think it really is working ??? Hahahaha ok anywayyyy, I guess I'll let you guys know lik say 3 months later!

And I'm so excited for next week!!!!! xx

CALL ME, MAYBE

:) Not just a birthday video, will miss this bunch of guys and the great times spent in London with them <3

PAPER BIRD

You picked me, an ordinary square.
Folded me, and made me your paper bird ♥

Our problem is that we hate change and love it at the same time.
What we really want is for things to remain the same, but get better.

/Sydney J. Harris

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16 days to go omgg. This is going waayy too fast.
That said, I cant wait. Going to Camber sands on Tuesday for photoshoot (really hope it goes well X) and uh, a mini break haha and after that, I'll be whipping out one more fabric (or two if my warp allows) and chionging sketchbook work and design developments etcetera. Business cards, postcards, whatnots. Mock hang-up. Prepare assessment portfolio. Prepare show portfolio. Queen's Jubilee/Street part-y(or -ies if time allows). Burger and Lobster with Xiuf. Degree show. Cranberries concert. Watch dramas (got a whole lot of line-up XD). Catch up on TV. Find accommodation. Applications. Pack my life into boxes/sell everything. Crash with Annabelle. Convocation. Prague/Hungary/Romania. Olympics/Singapore House exhibition. HOME.

“At the end of the day, you either focus on what separates you…
or what holds you together.”

/The O.C.

SHUSH, MY HEART

“After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.”

/The Witch of Portobello, Paulo Coelho

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Why are we here, when we were going there?
My day ended as quickly as it started.
I dont know how to look forward.
Enough.. for today. I'm too afraid to even touch my phone.


Please tell me we are not parallels.
Heading for the same direction, but never meeting at a point.

Please tell me we are real love; that the reason for the agony, is the ecstasy.

More so recently, it seems that when I am about to sleep and end my day, I feel like I survived my thoughts. I am shock sometimes, by the amount and content of things going through my head every second I am awake. It is like an endless war raging. I get so tired thinking of everything and nothing.

 Maybe I am just stressed, my thought system is overworked.
(Intrusive thoughts, please go away)

Cant believe two weeks have passed like a day- only four more weeks, and I will probably not touch a weave loom again O_O (I do hope to own one in the future (and a knit machine and sewing machine), just for my own leisure use haha :D)

A nice kind of Sad..

“There it goes again. That heavy feeling in your chest when you don’t feel any desire to speak or move. All you want to do is close your eyes and sleep, because the process of being broken is incredibly exhausting. You attempt your best to make your days fulfilling, but no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to connect to anyone or anything.”

WE FOUND LOVE

It's like you're screaming, and no one can hear
You almost feel ashamed
That someone could be that important
That without them, you feel like nothing
No one will ever understand how much it hurts
You feel hopeless; like nothing can save you
And when it's over, and it's gone
You almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back
So that you could have the good

Precisely.

/

Mercy: Hey, do you wanna go for lunch?
Me: The canteen? It's open and serving food?
Mercy: Yea, it is. Everything's as usual, it's like we're not on holidays.

Maybe thats why I've been sleeping an awful lot more these days.
Repeat (Wake up (I'm still here), go back to sleep)

Bad day, period.

And it's breaking over me,
A thousand miles down to the sea bed,
Found the place to rest my head.

Never let me go, never let me go.
Never let me go, never let me go.

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me,
And all this devotion was rushing out of me,
And the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me,
The arms of the ocean deliver me.

“I don’t have a fear of commitment. I have a fear of abandonment. We all screw things up. I screw things up, especially with people I love. I get needy, I get moody, I get distant, I want to be close, I get confused. I don’t understand all of it, but I keep pushing because I hope this thing, this universe, there’s no way that I’m the only person out there who wants something this bad, if I want it, someone else out there must too.”

/eletheowl.tumblr

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I think I spent the whole of today just missing you.
It's already an hour past the day and somehow yet, I do not want the day to end, for I would rather miss you than do anything else at this moment.

Mermaid Motel/ Oh Say Can You See/ Pawn Shop Blues/ Put Me in a Movie/

I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.

/White Nights, Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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We've finally passed the halfway mark :) happy seventh month love ♥

I cant open my eyes.
My heart and my mind, my body, are in conflict.

It is,
that my heart ached even when I was asleep.
I wished I was awake and when I was, I wished I never woke up.
The world is moving on; I wish the morning stayed, but half the day has already begun.





But it is not just me, for I know it's we.

The perfect quote for a weave designer woohoot.

"I want to write on a rock I miss you and throw it at your face so you know how much it hurts to miss you."

/zenofawesome.tumblr

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I wont actually do that.. I really miss you :'( This is actually much harder than I thought it would be, who knew three hours more could make such a huge difference.