Monday, November 30, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Now that feeling is gone, I have gotten rid of that box of a long dreamy crush. I have grown out of the years of awkward fantasies and idealistic dreams. I stepped away from the beautiful world I thought I had lived in just to see another beautiful place, cold, hard and but a bit less beautiful than the one that I had lived and breathed in. A place so idle yet engaging; so engaging that it is to be missed to do justice for the sake of its beauty.
Just as I stepped into my old world, that heavy humid air swam with such force that seemed to desire to burst my lungs from within. My head tipsy and my feet light. But the first thought in my mind were who is looking through to my window. Who is waiting for my light?
My foolishness and vanity. Who are you, the other me, the other foolish little person who waited so long, so hopefully for me?
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I did not have that much venomous thought when I took these photos but michief seems to lurk in the corner of my eyes. Simply love it.
Photos from Le Blog De Betty
Since it is quite clear that unless I have some projects signed up or a summer job, I don't really have a reason to stay in Christchurch for all 3 months. And being a typical first-year, I've already made sure I get to go back for my holidays and bought my flight tix way earlier. So let me be grudgy this weekend. After lots of days listening to my sis's repeated complains about her friends, her chanting about her work, her admiration for the Ellen Degeneres Show. I quit. I will be grumpy and grudgy and not nice.
Roars. Don't mess with me, or I will kick you with me boots.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Something to remember.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Oh I have nothing against my own gender. I just think that if given the option to make life easier for someone else, we should take it, not trash it.
Nagger nags, whiner complains; that's what they do, otherwise they wouldn't be who they are. From the everyday habits of their friends, colleagues, garden, clothes, shoes...extending to things that have no relation to their life like American national TV. They just don't see the dark cloud hanging over their heads, the trail of trash cans tied to their waist.
I am not stupid, tuning out doesn't work half the time. Not listening doesn't mean you don't hear. Subconsciously absorbing is just as disturbing as actively engaging in such conversation. Only, tuning out probably helps to end the conversation quicker.
I would say. Take it easy, lady. There is nothing in life that you can't complain about if you are determined enough. Self control is a gift. And gifts, bring joy.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Oh and this dress! I think I have found something scream-worthy for this week.
Luella Spring/Summer 2010 - London Fashion Week
Alexa Chung digg it!
Yesh yesh, me likey too. Daddy, can I have one of those pleaseeeeee?
Monday, November 2, 2009
The first and clearest dream was a fashion show - 3.1 Philip Lim's!!! And of course my exams. But the show was so vivid I can barely remember what I dreamed about the exams!
Ah Philip Lim. Such a good dream.
And those brogues!