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Pause-Play

2012-01-27T09:54:00.001+08:00

While I sort out the mess that is my HYPE-infested life right now, please enjoy this amazing cover Somebody That I Used to Know by Walk Off the Earth. Play it on a Friday morning with a "reclosable" pack of Swedish hazelnut chocolate by your side. It makes tough times a bit more tolerable.

Thank you Shery and Winona. ♥

I'll be back soon-ish by the way. With shock pads to revive this dying space. I see it shriveling it up and it makes me so, so sad.

Sold Souls

2011-12-03T22:56:00.001+08:00

Concrete Wall (Drums) - Zee Avi

Today, I reached the void deck of my house a few minutes before seven. It was raining so the concrete was slick, and all the night florescent lights were still fast asleep. It was dark, and grey, and felt heavy on my eyes. The lights came on as soon as I passed the metal locker the family on the first floor leaves outside to rust. Or for some other incomprehensible intention. Someone had spray-painted 'Fuck' across the drawer faces. Classy.

There was a disappointing lack of mail (I've been waiting on a parcel for a week), and maybe it is this sad excuse of a tragedy that made me slam the letterbox door shut a little too hard. I am now trying to see what's so great about a broken letterbox lock. I don't know. I guess homeless squirrels now have a place to stay.

I don't remember the last time the house looked so warm. It was very bright tonight, my mom had probably changed the lightbulbs. The lamps all had an unfamiliar kind of glow, in strengths I don't recall existing. It was new, and everything looked like the sun had licked it good.

From a distance, the house looked amazing, basically. I reckon this is how The Light looks like. Y'know the one in Ghost Whisperer and after all the shit goes down and all the ghosts are like, "Oh, I see it now. It's so beautiful. It's calling out to me."

And they walk towards it. And they feel saved.

Just Some

2011-11-11T08:36:00.001+08:00

Heartlines - Florence + The Machine

If we fall apart it would be okay because then we'd put ourselves back together in pieces that fit better.

Happy Hajj

2011-11-06T23:10:00.000+08:00

Teach Me How to Dougie - California Swag District

What's new:

1) An exhaustion that has revealed itself to be very unhelpful when it comes to productivity. No shit, Sherlock.

2) Green Skittles have successfully dethroned pink ones as my favourite flavour.

3) In some warped, parallel universe where I have been blessed by a supertalent, I am the sixth Blush member.

4) Simultaneous obsessions have been the partial cause of my fatigue. Multi-loving is exhausting!

House MD: Look at those ocean eyes.

Adventure Time: Lumpy Space Princess is my new favourite drama queen. Next to Ievan, of course.

Drive: Soundtrack of The Year? THIS IS POSSIBLE.

Ceremonials: But of course! ♥

5) The Laduree-London Loot. I will need money for macaroons, Primark and wishes at Trafalgar Square.

6) Pre-slumber drink rituals get a facelift. Chekkittttt, pastel petals (alliteration AND an ANAGRAM whu-whut)!

7) Not owing Joey Bac-O's anymore. My, my, have the tables turned. I still, however, have a pending Zouk date with the boy.

8) UNHEALTHY DRESS-UP GAME ADDICTION AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

GAH HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THIS ENTERTAINS ME SO MUCH??!

9) Friend!

10) The m:idea Youth Choice Awards is baaaaaaaaaack! We're still in the midst of spreading the word (c'mon, 1000 Likes!!!!), so please prance your precious self over THIS PAGE and clickety-clicky the 'LIKE' button if you haven't already!

This may seem like a bit of artist narcissism, but I'd like to say that there were tons of other people involved in the making of these sleeeeeeeek little bastards:

LIKE THE PAGE
LIKE THE PAGE
LIKE THE PAGE

10) And, finally. I realized that I cannot, for the life of me, dougie. However, I compensate tremendously with my ability to spell.

Singapore - 1, Florida - 1

Essentially, I'm rather tired. But I'm infinitely grateful for the select few who have constantly been my pick-me-up.

Thank you for your post-it love notes, hugs, pity smiles, submitting your articles/deadlines on time, raunchy SMS-es, uncomfortable confessions, pennyboard, candy, luminarias, UNIQLO bags, and whatever you've thrown at me to make me feel better. ♥

Hi, How Have You Been?

2011-10-23T16:05:00.000+08:00

Shake it Out (The Weeknd Remix) - Florence + the Machine
She points to her arms and the cracks on them, all hairline and especially serpentine around her fingers. She knew she should be living more precariously, but the absence of the promised pain made her quite careless. Someone needs to tell her to be more careful.

Trying Trimedia

2011-09-25T11:37:00.000+08:00

The first weekend of the internship semester has finally rolled around, and I couldn't be anymore grateful. As much as I have already entertained sparks of fondness for the m:idea office and its quirky inhabitants (they range from the elusive Radio Heatwave/CTV table to a cockroach that made Noel scream like a pig-tailed little lass), I was very much looking forward to the pause. Perhaps I needed to contemplate, to sit for more than an hour and internalize the week.

Because it's been good. Curiously fantastic, in glaring contrast to the nightmare stories that have lurked around conversations that follow me telling people I'll be interning at the m:idea office. It might be the untainted serenity before the storm, I'm quite sure, but for what it's worth, I like it alot.

Apart from the Chingay of e-mails I had to blast to my now "media friends" (and the introduction of a certain Undo Send E-Mail button structured out of pure genius), the first week of sitting at my table that gives me a breath-taking (not) view of the FMS courtyard and the top of Xin Zhe's head has been rather...enjoyable.

Highlights this week include: 1) our mid-day Pantry Parties, which basically consists of huddling together with warmed up Raspberry Cheesecake cookies from Subway and watching tea leaves dance, 2) quite a rude epiphany that HYPE is not as popular as our delusion prefers it to be (many kudos to our homies in South Africa that helped us realise this without any need for dope or weed or ghetto rap), 3) attaining a deeper understanding of both some people's eating habits (Serene only eats the stems when she's having broccoli and Dionel does not eat seafood because he can't), 4) feeling like we've been technologically misguided all my life when Mr William Aung FINALLY taught us the amount of sorcery Photoshop was capable of, and 5) being there for people because they needed me to (needless to say, this was the most satisfying).

So it's been a great first week, and I'm pretty sure I'd ~~fondly recall~~ these times when the school gates officially burst open mid-October and we find ourselves chucked in the middle of the chaos (100% pure Deadline concentrate), not being able to stop even for a sip of Earl Grey.

It is also Rabani's birthday. He turns 16 today and woke up to a Birthday Bash (being hit in the face with a bolster 16 times).

Happy birthday, brah.

Aunt Chi Chi texted yesterday morning that she was cooking and baking, then proceeded to upload a glorious picture of what she had for breakfast. If she wasn't so open about her invitation to come over and devour her kitchen whole, it would be a very cruel thing to do.

Pictures when I come back later. I shot on RAW, yay!

Not Anymore

2011-09-18T13:31:00.002+08:00

Gila - Beach House

Yesterday, I was only 1% happy. Today has been vastly different. Tomorrow? I can only dream about tomorrow.

Joy

2011-09-10T14:12:00.001+08:00

"Why would you deny yourself something you want?"

Don't Touch

2011-09-10T12:31:00.004+08:00

Whenever I come home from good times, I have an almost standard routine of laying on the floor of my room to just let the hype dust settle and make its way into the different cracks and holes of my being. It helps with my perpetual desperation for catharsis.

I did the same two nights ago. My dress still smelt like a genial old man who smoked "for the right reasons" (thanks for the strawberry cigar, Isky!), new shoes, Chinatown crowds, and the sleek metal bar stools from Locker Room.

While I allowed the night to kind of eddy its way around my room, it was very nicely punctuated by the sound of ruffling from the luminarias. It's a very soft sound, like how I would imagine wool would sound like if sheep rubbed against one another when they hugged (do sheeps hug?). It was just tissue though, meeting the wind from my fan.

And for a while I was a bit transfixed by its little dance. It's a beautiful thing to watch, honestly. Like tons of little jazz hands, or those sea anemones that sway idly at the bottom of the sea. It kinda quivers and shivers, but it's graceful. Like a pretty girl crying.

I like things where you don't have to touch them to know how they feel like. When you can derive its surface from all your other senses. I like the part where you form your own fantasies about how they'll slip off your skin or how much of you will sink into its fabric.

I prefer decadent textures (who doesn't?), ones that are plush or smooth or tickle. Tulle, satin, chiffon, tissue, feathers, felt, velour, parquet, silk. Things like that.

Oh...shit

2011-09-09T15:12:00.000+08:00

Tissue Issue

2011-09-09T14:51:00.000+08:00

Telethon - Emily Haines

The holidays often bring with them a glimmering hope of productivity in terms of propelling my quest to be the ultimate Martha (but I plan to allow people to complete their sentences). I always try to line up crafts to do, things with crepe and glue or messy finger paint with bales of canvas.

This holiday has been no different, and also unchanging in the fact that I find myself subconsciously abandoning all plans of nifty craftwerk. Largely thanks to the severe lack of prioritizing skill, of course. In the end, all I've been doing is rolling out of bed only after I've had at least two episodes of Christina Hendrick's butt and Jon Hamm swirling whiskey in a cup with one hand. This is followed by an hour-long cold shower and then random grazing through-out the day. The next thing you know, it's dark and...I'm just not that nocturnal.

Anyhoolahay, I did manage to nip around to making luminarias (such a pretty word!), the delightful tissue pom-poms that they are.

I tore a few layers of tissue, which I was extremely bummed about. But apart from that, it was breath-slowingly therapeutic. I wanted to just sit there by the window and make them till my fingers bleed, whispering the word "luminaria" once in a while for free thrills.

They look like very friendly clouds, hanging out near the ground and all. I am contemplating a whole sky of them for my room. If you are too, here you go. ♥

Frock Me

2011-09-06T13:35:00.003+08:00

What the Water Gave Me - Florence + The Machine

I'm sorry, Alber Elbaz, but it was so pretty and the salesgirl was such a cutie pie.

Good Glitter

2011-09-01T22:04:00.006+08:00

It isn't that quiet here, but you don't have to know. About the kinds of hurricanes and sandstorms and flash floods that are so urgent to meet you. They'll all break your neck, open new wounds, and mess with your heart. But they also promise you fantastic whirls from your middle, breathtaking flight, and lots and lots of dancing. You're not so eager, they understand, and retreat to boxes too small for themselves.

Come when you're ready. The only thing I ask is that you don't keep them waiting.

Heres and Theres

2011-08-30T08:55:00.004+08:00

Hey guys, say hello to where I sleep now:

Every night, I'll half-immerse myself in this pool of cushions. And because I'm quite the kung fu artisan, the cushions end up strewn on the entire floor of my room when I wake up in the morning (one ended up near the door the other day).

And check out the silk ones. That means everytime I try to rest my head on them, it slides riiiiight off. Comfort points -9999999999999999.

But they are quite fun. And rather pretty.

And for the Muslims who have been good, welcome to Hari Raya.

:(

2011-08-30T08:39:00.001+08:00

Le Creme de Le Crème Brûlée

2011-08-29T01:07:00.003+08:00

Tante Hawa, affectionately known as Aunt Chi Chi, dropped by the other day. I wasn't home because I had to attend to my glamorous life as a tram commentator (no, not really). But of course, she left traces of her baking supremacy; this time round in the form of crème brûlées that I was more than happy to overdose on.

On an utterly random note, my room has been rendered bed-less. This is much thanks to my mother's desperation to rid the kitchen of the breakfast table ("More space. I want MORE SPACE"). My room just barely survived the pre-Hari Raya cleaning whirlwind, and now feels more like one of those work-from-home types. Mm, I've yet to decide if this unfortunate though.

I'll take pictures ~~soon~~

What's the matter? You hurt yourself?

2011-08-29T00:12:00.003+08:00

Undertow - Warpaint
You are hateful as much as you are fucking amazing.

Scruffy Men with Girl Voices

2011-08-24T11:50:00.003+08:00

Something entirely endearing about this set of videos. They're almost sarcastic, but in an affectionate, friend-to-friend way. I like Light All My Lights the best. Because watching old men prance around lighter than the ones half his age makes me feel very warm inside.

Oh My

2011-08-24T10:47:00.005+08:00

I don't think I have words for how perfect this is... Ok, actually maybe a handful. But may I stress that they are not enough encapsulate the essence of my breath-stuck-in-my-throatness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I couldn't decide if I wanted to cry or smile or do both and look wildly confusing to the average person (maybe crazed actually). The entire spread looks like a cup of tea in fine, white china. It's delightfully pretty, like a secret smile, or chipped pastel nail polish, or catch-alls spilling with your grandmother's silver jewelry, or diamonds set on slightly rusty brooches. It's such a dreammmmmm, slightly jagged at the edges, like it was torn by a precarious hand that didn't manage to get it quite straight. Oh god, I adore it so much!

And of course it's this good. When you combine Autumn de Wilde and the Mulleavy sisters, did you expect anything less than genius???? No don't answer. It was genius or nothing.

Okay. I'm going to do a small scream now. Not too loud though, these beautiful images just might break apart and gracefully float away in a light wind and I'll never see them again. THAT MUST NOT BE A POSSIBLE FUTURE.

THAT CHAIR!!!!

Like Christmas trees! Severely short of bokeh-ed fairylights for a background and maybe pretty parcels at her feet.

This delicious sweater. Serve slightly warmed up and with a dollop of cream. And strawberries.

This one is, maybe a bit too predictably, my favourite. Ugh knit is so amazing.

I'm going to sod my allegiance to power-pair Mario Testino x Natalia Vodianova for a while and just worship this array of magnificent stills for a good while. Oh godddddddddddddddddddd one of the best pairings evaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

You can look at the rest of the shots here. Hurry skidaddle over! I need people I can gush about this to!

And just because you'll probably require a kind of ambience to further enhance your awe, do switch this on while you're gawking (I gawked anyway) at the page:

Look How Pretty

2011-08-22T21:30:00.006+08:00

In the midst of making out drunken handwriting on my Media Law notes and pretending that I actually understand all this judicial mumbojumbo, I managed to deftly juggle browsing a couple of websites. Out of all the usual, uninspiring blogshop clutter, this one from Riot Loco shone like a magpie's dreammmmmm:

After a bit more sifting, I realised how tired my wardrobe been as of lately, and what I've been throwing on myself have been obvious manifestations of my exhausted, Masina-murdered sub-conscious (i.e a lot of black). Le sigh sigh sigh.

And my favourite:

My mental is half-convinced to cocoon myself at home post-Ramadhan, doing nothing but dissecting my wardrobe to find decent outfit mishmashes to last me the next century or so. I really need to do something.

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All Day

2011-08-21T18:00:00.003+08:00

Tell Me (Clock Opera Remix) - Au Revoir Simone

You Make it Look So Easy

2011-08-20T23:20:00.006+08:00

Smile, You've Won - Lydia. This song for you all the time, every time.

Between the two of us, you seem to have caught on faster. Or rather, allowed yourself to learn the ropes without getting your hands burnt. I don't think I'll ever be where you are, regardless of the toil I may subject myself to (or not. I'm not a big fan of toil). So I'm just going to stay where I am and watch you.

I'd ask you to teach me, but I think I can't bring myself to open any more doors. They all seem so heavy, and nowadays, I can hear my muscles grumble. They make noises like old men that smell like musk and tobacco, with sides of their mouths pulled upwards into a sneer. It's not a nice sound, because it makes you stop whatever you're doing and feel quite small.

Anyway, keep it all to yourself. Be the most selfish with it, because you worked so hard to get where you are. Press it against your chest, and cross your arms tightly over it where ever you go. Sleep with one eye open, jaws slackened and poised to bite a wandering hand. Because there will be attempts to pry your fingers clean of what you have, but you must let them know your fists are made of hurt and pain and awful things that will explode from within.

What you have is so, so good. That's why I'm rooting for you. Even though I don't say it and make you do all my housework in exchange for cigarettes you don't even like. I want your team to win.

Magpiexcitement

2011-08-16T22:42:00.003+08:00

Veni Vidi Vici (Diplo Remix) - Black Lips

Got sh-sh-shiny things in the mail today!

Because I have somehow consoled myself that I can get another 50 more if this one becomes flawed in any way. And I still wouldn't have to pay as much as the real thing trolololol. And yeah, 50 more. I'm serious.

Gratuitous!

Such Problems

2011-08-16T10:34:00.005+08:00

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

Leaving You Behind feat. Lykke Li - Amanda Blank

Showers have been painful lately.

I've grazed my right elbow on the rattan mat in my parents' room while trying to reach for the remote, scraped some skin off my left elbow on one of those sharply textured walls trying to avoid toppling over some Red Bull cans, and the nail of my biggest toe on my right foot has dug into the flesh of the second toe because the shoe I was wearing was too tight at the front.

So when water hits all of it, it's just a little searing at three different parts of my body, and I can't wait to get out of the shower. Which is such a shame. I love showers.

But ultimately, what I realised is how petty it all was, and how ordinarily (and very loser-ly) my wounds were all conceived.

I'VE GOT FIRST WORLD BATTLE SCARS JYEAHHHHH

Funny English Men

2011-08-15T00:38:00.004+08:00

Coast of Carolina - Telekinesis

Today on the tram, I had an entire first carriage of English people. The kids were the sweetest, most inquisitive things ("Can I buy a water buffalo for $160?") and we had almost-adult conversations between each animal. One of them asked me how long I have been tram commentating for (almost 4 months) and if I was exhausted (yes).

His father then looked at me and asked, "What do you dream about?"

I couldn't decide if I was more taken aback by the sudden-ness of the question or the general nature of the inquiry. Either way, I stuttered, "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Momentarily, I was prepared to share with him all the odd places my subconscious takes me to while I'm asleep. I was almost ready to deeply delve into a conversation of Murakami proportions, soaring through multiple dreamscapes and elaborately describing the most fascinating and the most boring of dreams.

Recent days haven't been very eventful in terms of dreams. They've been hovering around the kind that I think are products of my current (more like perpetual) wanderlust. I was in Rome the other night, on Segways with long leashes attached to the most beautiful cocker spaniels. I felt like Oprah.

And just this morning I was on a beach, getting an unnecessary tan (Malay skin, hello) from the Balinese sun, a scenario hopefully to be realised some time really soon actually.

I can't even begin to converse about dreams, for the sole reason that I don't know where to start! So I cocked my head slightly, and looked at the English man, almost amused that he'd want to even try to start talking about such an extensive topic on a 40 minute tram ride. I asked him again, "Could you explain your question?"

"Like, you spend so much time here, do you dream of babirusas and tigers and tapirs?"

WAT.

Fill Up Buttercups

2011-08-07T18:58:00.014+08:00

Porcelain Heart - Nicola Roberts

If you're wondering if I'm dead in a ditch somewhere, set on fire by unreasonable arsonists, I am not. Instead, very uneventfully, I am very much alive. And currently nursing a horrible food coma from an overload of ramen and strawberry soda (tastebud-less Ievan dubbed it "cough syrup").

Essentially, I've been rendered immobile, and I've just been coiled up on my bed trying to read a Murakami I just loaned out of the library while resisting all urges to embellish my freshly laundered sheets with vomit (Though it does look like it would make a brilliant colour combination...).

Found out sitting up helped a little. Found a way to set up my laptop without needing to contort my body to odd angles, so here I am.

Where do I even start.

Okay maybe from the latest bulk of photos I have...

1) Hosted Dance-Free, The Fashion Dance Competition, last weekend with Ryo. For a lack of a better way to explain things, it was the effort of the sweetest APR kids to fuse two worlds of vaaaaaaast differences together.

And I thought they did a magnificent job. But that could just be me and my inclination to anything flashy (cue: photo wall), sugar-fuelled (hello, Red Bull sponsor) and with happy, shiny people ready to patronize my poor sense of humour.

Photowalllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!

Had a ball of time throwing around fashion jargon aimlessly for the sole reason of stupefying Ryo, and trying to be a sliver as good as the dance acts that pwned the stage.

Thanks to a certain circumstance, I formulated what I think is the best product of my genius (or lack thereof) yet: When in Doubt, BANGHRA.

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2) Made it out alive for our final TV Journalism assignment. Dedicated a day to filming at Kampong Glam, under searing heat (so merciless!!!!!) and in not-so-meticulously-planned-out-clothing.

A thousand brownie/cookie/cupcake points to Rachel, Nat and Annabelle each for being such remarkable group-mates, down to the last shot of footage.

Found out what spectacular not-so-modern mechanisms car lifts are! Annabelle was the most vocal about her wonderment.

Maybe another five points for Annabelle, who has blessed my camera memory card with this stunner:

3) The good people of m:idea (now my predecessors, but more about that later) linked arms and conjured up this year's HYPE-d Up Flea Market, a brilliance swirling with cheap shit in luggages, good bands and more cheap shit in luggages.

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Ievan and I had blocked off work, christening it our Big Day Out, after a marathon of weeks of being deprived from the huge ass consumerism party that is Orchard.

We made it an expedition, trekking the streets and overturning rocks of shops so we could update our prehistoric catalogue of season's looks.

Oh and of course there was the very welcomed bumping into some of the best people.

It was Redzzy's birthday.

Nurul was part of a surprise.

AND THESE FOUR!!!! I CAN'T EVEN!!!!!

I was deliciously delirious seeing them all, there really could be no better day.

And my goodness, my shopping stamina has really been shelved for too long. I realized how much I missed being a girl and all the revelling in frocks, shoes, ba-bling and the like.

In my mind, it was like I was dancing to an elaborately planned out musical number, weaving in and out of candy-coloured shop fronts swooping up and down flies. Everything was over-saturated and eye-blindingly pop. It was glorious.

Ended the day with an Appblebees' grandeur, along with a fine platter of deep fried grub and laughing in the face of mismatched 'music videos'. Dandy.

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4) And then there was the laregely hyped Nokia Rekonstruck, an inter-school showdown of bands, Facebook 'Like' comeptitions and brilliant copywriting.

Managed to slip out of work and went down to seriously carry out duties as a planter in the audience, laughing a little too loudly at Ievan's patented brand of hahaha.

Grayson was jamming in slippers. I wanted to gnaw off his kopitiam kicks. Flipflops make me twitch in all kinds of ways, all kinds of places.

Met Ashu afterwards for supper, who was the darlingest thing bringing gerberas (no pictures, unfortunately!) for Ievan and I. ♥

5) Finally, Jamie XX was in Singapore a while back, some twistlickdunks of fate got me tickets to see the QT Pie live at Stereolab. Photos grabbed off the Popspoken FB page!

Also met Jill, fresh from a beach-y holiday and who was the prettiest thing with her Paperself eyelashes!

Can't decide what to dub Highlight of the Night: Jamie spinning a remixed Rolling in the Deep or Ievan forcing himself to have fun amidst [according to him] frustratingly still people.

And yeahhhhhh that pretty much is the gist of the goings-on here on my little cordoned-off corner of the world. Deadlines have FINALLY assumed a lull, a state I have been waiting all-too-patiently for. I'm excited about sleeping in, reading books and breathing slow.

Oh, narrowly forgot: I'm going to be the next editor of HYPE.

I am unnerved, hysterical and so, so excited all at the same time.

Seemingly Sempurna

2011-08-01T15:37:00.005+08:00

Study this picture. Describe it to me. You may use these questions to help you:

1. What were the wind speeds that day?
2. How many people can you see in this picture?
3. How much of a soul does she have left, now that she's sold a whole chunk of it to school?

Thank you. Please wait for your results. Good luck.

Noel took this picture for NP Graduation 2011 and I look so heppi look at how huge that smile is lolololol I want to slap myself look ma no punctuation

Humidity Enemy

2011-07-30T13:32:00.001+08:00

I haven't felt this clean in aaaaaages.

Stereo Love

2011-07-30T12:30:00.004+08:00

Far Nearer - Jamie XX

For Dyan, who asked (quite nicely) for a song to listen to. Here you go, muffin, something for the trains and buses and an anthem for wheels on gravel and all things moving and fluidly transient.

Ways to Literally Live Metaphorically

2011-07-25T04:53:00.003+08:00

If I could protest...

2011-07-25T01:34:00.009+08:00

Library Pictures - Arctic Monkeys
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Everything is actually so fucking good.

Broke Mountain

2011-07-21T19:01:00.004+08:00

Life before bursaries.

What's So Difficult

2011-07-21T14:42:00.004+08:00

Lemonworld - The National

About dancing until the music stops and then letting your body going into a cathartic limp. Until you tremble so much at your limbs, you will hear the vibration form into a comprehensible tune that will sound like a freedom wail. While at the same time you're drained of all physical and mental capability, you will be pure of the awful things that contorted your schedules and made you slave.

Until that time, you would have to dance even though you hear your bones crack and the air that whips your face as your pirouette slices you like a knife. If you stopped now you would have stopped forever. And just how do you allow yourself to do that. It is not so difficult.

Please check out Tony Katai. He has this incredible penchant for making people look so submissive to calm. They're of such serene stillness, really amazing.

Natti Red Lipstick

2011-07-20T11:52:00.006+08:00

Cinta Sempurna - Yuna

Happy belated birthday to my favourite red lipstick-obsessed gal pal. I love you so much.

Turban Outfitters

2011-07-12T19:08:00.004+08:00

Stumbled upon this goldmine while under the default stupor I assume during Radio Journalism class (sorry, Ms Barathi!). I loved the idea of it so much I donned one today.

This one's the Moroccan Princess, which seems like an awful load of flattery if you didn't know it was what it was.

Parallels

2011-07-12T11:07:00.003+08:00

Rabbit Song - Boy & Bear vs Dog Days are Over - Florence + The Machine

Uncanny!

When You Need Answers

2011-07-12T10:42:00.002+08:00

Come As You Are - Yuna

The more skeptical you are, the more helpful you'll be.

Tripod Eye

2011-07-12T00:00:00.005+08:00

I Was Here - Beyonce

I've discovered that it is possible to be a refugee in your own home, taking whatever you get when it comes to marginally passable beds.

Sleepy time for the past week or so has been confined to where ever I am when my body system decides to crash (usually in the dead midst of desperately paddling around in work). This basically means I've been waking up either sprawled on the living room floor (right under the coffee table for some reason), hunched over awkwardly on the lounge chair, half my body on the kitchen table right next to leftover curry, or (most famously} head fully on my Mac's keyboard so that I wake up to whole paragraph of gibberish (UIFGUILAEGLAIUGFUGAFUCEGUWGFGUDFFF) on my Word doc and a neck ache. Fun.

The reason being my room is too much of a sleep advocator. I am abhoringly unproductive when stationed within its walls. Partly because two-thirds of my room is carpeted with a 6-inch thick cushy goodness that is my bed. I lose all authority to my limbs when I come into the slightest contact with le bed and all I want to do is to sink into snuggle heaven.

And it does not help that my mom has switched to a new brand of softener for laundry. It is dubiously called "Downy PASSION" but it makes my sheets smell like sex in a lavender meadow, or a baby lamb with a mohawk, or a strip-club Laduree. Very pretty and Mary Poppins, but with a twang of raunchy. And naughty. Fresh but dirty. Good but.............................................

Words fail me. I give up attempting to sensationalize The Comforter Experience (yes, that's what I'm calling it). I would cut out a piece of my comforter for anyone keen, but...no.

When I came back today, the strap of my camera was hanging out of my drawer like a wagging tongue. The little tease made me fish out my entire camera. I pulled it into bed with me and oh my god was it good to be in bed. The wonderful feeling of your spine straightening and your entire back exposed to a beautiful sensation: SUPPORT.

I think I heard a small crack. My back hasn't been properly aligned for THAT long.

Anyway, I was rather lazy to contort a single limb of my body to attempt a decent shot. I was exhausted, whiny and smelt like Australian beef (let's not go there). I'll now leave today's decently length-ed post with shots that should form a 360 degree panaromic view of my room while I am blissfully on my back in bed.

They're unmagnificent and were taken with a lazy rotation of the wrist, but they make me feel...rested and calm.

I miss thinking so little, enjoying the process and falling in utter and complete love with how everything seems to just fall into place in the end.

Stoked to read Frankie tomorrow, been meticulously combing the island for this issue.

One hell of an Easter Egg hunt, I tell you.

Selective Appearances

2011-07-11T09:52:00.002+08:00

Rolling in the Deep (Jamie XX Shuffle) - Adele

I'm sorry if you haven't been able to find me. I've been here, there and under.

Fluid but no

2011-07-07T19:26:00.002+08:00

Runaway - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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By the Way

2011-07-06T19:29:00.002+08:00

This is Annabelle.

And she would like to introduce to you the horror/tear-jerking masterpiece that is WTFOREVER21.COM, a side dedicated to an unfiltered, all-claws-out commentary on the hideousness of select items on the site.

Favourite posts include:

Robot Baby Hooker

Fisherman chic

Sesame Street orgy

REJOICE, TIME-WASTERS!

Look at You

2011-07-06T11:53:00.001+08:00

The Twist - Metric

Fill her up with rocks and cotton until they push against her skull. Then mend her cracks with your pretty kisses. She can live like this, don't you worry.

Free Bitch, Baby

2011-06-28T17:34:00.004+08:00

Shame for You - Lily Allen

Unhooked Blogger from Facebook, so I don't have to make such a painfully conscious effort about not posting too much lest it overwhelms all the unlucky people on my Friends list with my whining.

This is among the ~~very eventful~~ things that has happened today. It comes after the very epic unveiling of the eco cars by the Mechanical Engineering Division, seeing Tiffany after too bloody long, and getting jittery at how good HYPE is looking (contrary to a certain Ievan Darwin, of course).

Choppy update is choppy. Turrah, children, Print Journ sends kisses!

Barely There Teal

2011-06-27T21:00:00.004+08:00

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She sighs heavily once in a while, takes you in like a cigarette and like the very graceful twists of smoke she transform you into, disappears suddenly. And you'll sit there in all your impenetrable glory wondering what you did to be played with so suddenly.

How Come We Try So Hard

2011-06-27T17:45:00.004+08:00

Little Shadow - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

And feel dry most of the time, like our skin would crack with the gentlest caress (even lighter than air kisses). How come we push so much and we are still in the same spot we were in a bucketful of sweat and blood ago, heaving breaths that feel like sandpaper and dust.

"And then you let her go easy."

2011-06-26T23:15:00.002+08:00

Call Your Girlfriend - Robyn

Cheap Shit

2011-06-25T18:59:00.006+08:00

Everything here has a collective total of $10.

Good things without lifting a finger. I didn't play such a huge role in shopping for these, but I feel so good on the behalf of the person who bought it for me. Apparently I have an entire account of pity points bursting at the seams somewhere. I should exploit that.

Living with Conjunctivitis

2011-06-24T22:22:00.005+08:00

A Place Near the City - Lydia

Well, okay, i's not as if it's forced me to change the entire course of my life ahead, and it certainly doesn't require a charity of any sort, but it has been a struggle.

It makes everything less amazing. The world is on perpetual soft focus, an effect that gets annoying when you try to read text (even though it is only a metre away from you). The only way I know how to read is to become fully reliant of my prior knowledge of how words look like to figure out which shapes are what words. Thank goodness for good company. Wouldn't have been able to survive the day.

Caught up with Ashu finally, who has very willingly given himself into his internship at SPH. It was the loveliest thing seeing him.

Finally cleared a salmon craving (I crave like a pregnant woman. I do not kid) at Eighteen Chefs and headed over to Bugis with Annabelle, Ievan and his spiffy new Jeremy Scott for Swatch wrist-candy.

"Fondue for 3" - Jolene Sng lolololol

I met Ariff in the middle of Laneway earlier this year, we faced inconsiderate white people, a BlackBerry with no flash and of course an unrelentless rain, the horror of which was very compensated by a beautiful Spanish Sahara.

We've been back-and-forthing with the Facebook messages and wall posts, conversations peppered with "CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE IN TOWN" and the like. He finally was in town on Wednesday, along with his brother Aiman, for an oddly obscure media broadcast convention.

We ditched plans to go get food and ended up spending a surmountable time talking over traffic and a Big Gulp in front of 7-Eleven (whose store frequency highly amused the both of them), topic-hopping from the Elections to Ramly Burger.

With the trickle of decent eyesight I had left, we very lightly combed through Kampong Glam and it was so nice to see that the place made them look forward to another visit here.

Such gentlemen, the two of them, and brilliant conversationalists to complement the overwhelming niceness that is the two of them.

Really can't wait till you come back, guys!

I really really want my eyesight back :'(

Heh heh heh

2011-06-24T21:28:00.001+08:00

I think chow chows are hilarious. And they just have to sit there.

A Gasp, A Wound

2011-06-19T12:38:00.004+08:00

Costume Party - Two Door Cinema Club

Hold on while I attempt to use this momentary still to breathe and take you in again. I really have missed you and I'm glad you're half-back.

Delusionally Civil

2011-06-15T11:56:00.003+08:00

Um so, I found this in the depths of my PhotoBooth. If, for God knows what reason, you have a 65 seconds to kill, you may click. If not, it really is a minute of your life that you won't get back (See, Rahman? I warn people before I waste their time. Take a tip, brah.)

While my eyes still are decent. This is the state they're in currently:

Only one eye clearly shown to save everyone from the overwhelming monstrosity of the both of them together. They look like they're bleeding from the inside i look like death i look like death and it hurts so much. :c

Quiet Heartbeat, Shine Like Millions

2011-06-14T22:14:00.004+08:00

Who Run Beat of My Drum - Beyonce vs Nicola Roberts(Dj Eros Mix Mashup)

And like we were in a car all along, we watch it pass by as we turn a corner into another part of town, into another part rather unfamiliar to our hearts.

Over here, everything seems the same but all the lights are out and there's a crater in the middle the size of the past few months.

It looks like we're going to be here a while, curled up in the middle of the hole hoping to fill the void with enough of us. We can try many times, many permutations, but we'll never really get it the same.

All the strings we have are loose, and we're going to be prone to drifting away, but let's not. Let's stay.

And when Duane hijacks Lou:

The Good Ones

Survival

2011-06-02T14:06:00.004+08:00

Earl Grey Cupcakes

Lavender Earl Grey Scones

Earl Grey and Lemon Cake

Earl Grey Shortbread Cookies

I'm in desperate need of Earl Grey in my system.

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Or maybe just some tea.

Possibly Better than Dope

2011-05-23T00:34:00.005+08:00

Ikea's Chocolate Crisps take a while to eat, but it's completely fine by me because it just means a longer-lasting foodgasm.

Good Things Come in the Mail

2011-05-22T16:57:00.004+08:00

Mexican Mavis - Boy and Bear

A couple of weeks back, Kelly Eident from imyourpresent had a competition. All you had to do was put together a Polyvore that included a playsuit she designed for Fred Flare and you instantly were in the running for a $50 voucher at her Etsy store.

Well, I thought this was extremely convenient. I considered Polyvore a sort of an indulgence now and then, and to get a voucher out of curating a set that had all the things I liked in it sounded like a good deal. I hadn't made one for so long anyway, and I didn't think it'd be catastrophic if I did try out.

But of course the Polyvore 'Create a Set' function had to screw up on my browser, so it was a little painstaking putting together the set. After a good hour of tweaking and sifting through the wardrobes of an infinite number of designers, this is what I came up with:

Pug puppy, persian kitten, Strangelove font and that squeeeeeeee-worthy colour combo. I SWEAR THIS POLYVORE SET IS OUT TO BOMB MY OVARIES.

So I submitted the entry and just shelved it aside. A week later, I found out that I didn't win, but came in second instead. I got a $25 voucher to remind myself I didn't too shabbily at all! Woooooooooooo

Received my package of items I had picked out in the mail later and ahhhhhhhhhhhhh I love receiving things in the maaiiiiilllll.

Got a pair of scalloped danglies and the other pair that's sitting pretty is a pair of Pierrot cameos. The balloon and bubblegum lollipop made up a small surprise that was nestled amongst the earrings. There was also a handwritten message to prove that Kelly is quite the darling that her blog makes her out to be. :3

Bubblegum lollipop's hard exterior collapses after a while to give way to the bubblegum inside, making it look like it was made of crystals.

More recently, I found a smaller, flatter envelope waiting for me in the midst of a dreary stack of bills and unspecial notifications from the town council. The return address was to California and it didn't have to take me a whole verse of a Lydia/Copeland song to figure out which good person decided to send love from the US!

JESSICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ♥ ♥ ♥

I miss you so sosososoosos much too. Myojo Laksa Cup Noodles say hello in smoke signals!

Up next is something that didn't come in the mail, but made me as excited as if it did.

Ievan has been camping out at The Tent at Ngee Ann City for the Audi Fashion Festival 2011, frolicking within the likes of gliterrati and happy fashion people. He's been an absolute puppy when it comes to gushing about the Ungaro show to being a hair's breadth away from Margherita Missoni.

And of course access to the Media Lounge does have its perks, coming in the form of mini Belvedere bottles and adorable Kikki K. stationery, which Ievan's swift fingers have managed to swipe and re-distribute very excitedly.

So darling, aren't they!

I guess I've been on the receiving end of things, and I can't be more thankful than I already am to have people think of you once in a while and pass material things your way. The love would have been enough, but to have the lot of you package it in physical means makes the entire receiving process almost over-whelming.

It always feels good to open your mailbox and see something with a scrawl of the handwritten variety that spells out your name and address. It's definitely difficult for something like the Internet to replace something like that, even though an endless amount of alternatives exist with missions to eliminate the slothness that is snail mail.

But it's pretty damn hard to beat, I tell you. And here's something I thought I'd do to spread the love of slow service that brings you lovingly put together, tediously composed packages in your mailbox.

Send your NAME and ADDRESS to iffahrakinah@gmail.com with the subject title GOOD THINGS IN MY MAILBOX, PLEASE by Monday, 23 May, 1159 PM.

I have 3 care packages to allow the hardworking people of the postal service to send to your doorstep. Once the deadline rolls around, I'll use a random number generator to determine the 3 people who'll get some love.

In the mean time, drink tea and have fun.
♥ ♥ ♥

Celebratory

2011-05-20T18:45:00.006+08:00

House of Balloons - The Weeknd

If the air today wasn't so damn dense with Sick (that's right, capitalized 'S'), I would have felt more cathartic about finally being able to sweep off the mad ruckus of yesterday off the table. An action requiring a certain amount of glorified snobbery (does this makes sense). Unfortunately, all I am able to supply is a half-hearted prod-along with my finger to the edge of the table, where it will uneventfully slip off the edge without a sound.

To celebrate, I grazed around the Internet rather aimlessly, but as usual emerged finding bits and bobs that triggered girl squeals.

I know, pointless net browsing isn't much of a party. But when you've been so deprived of miscellaneous, unpurposeful surfing, and when Google News becomes a necessity rather than an obligation, scrolling through tumblr feels like an orgasm.

1) One of those Cambridge Satchels copycats, but easily forgiven just because it's in a robin blue so delicious that I am deathly close to clamping my teeth on it and having a nice cup of Earl Grey afterwards to wash it down.

Tiffany Blue Satchel Bag by everydaylifestore.com

2) I stumbled upon a site called T2Tea. They're an Australian-based store that has a marvelous online treasure box of tea cups and pots and tumblers and flasks and tea (of course).

Their site is rather sleek and design-concious looking, but the things they sell are hardly a collection of cups with some douche-y ~Rothko-inspired~~~~~, ~~post-modernist~~~~ architectural look (basically something Zaki would like).

And I'm glad, because I easily get weak at my knees for the pretty, and T2Tea's plethora of things for tea time are maaaaaaad purddy. These are my favourites!

With 4 sugars, please.

3) My efforts to make a ribbon mobile have been postponed a little too regularly for my patience. This is thanks to a myriad of reasons, including (predictably) school, a less frequent surge of creativity as well as a glaring lack of..ribbons.

Lilla Lotta on Etsy sells the most darling of them all. She calls them cotton tapes and they're rolled around wooden spools that make me want to whisk myself away in a cottage and knit a salmon-pink pullover for my pet cat. They're cutesy and remind me of a sweet old granny at the same time, an impression that always makes me feel cozy and nice.

Just one of those things that you Want enough to make it into a Need.

4) It is possible that Ikea holds a kind of monopoly when it comes to wall shelves. I haven't been to a home whose wall shelf isn't an Ikea Lack. Oh, I hardly blame any of you fellow consumerists; Lack is incredibly versatile and it is almost a 21st century crime if you don't have at least one Ikea item in your crib.

But I felt so deceived when I found out about Urban Outfitter's Conceal Double Shelf.

HOLY CRAP IS THIS BABY BEAUTIFUL OR WHAT. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE.

Functional floating books. What more do my walls need. Well, okay, maybe a good coat of new paint, but THIS SHELF COMES RIGHT AFTER IT.

5) And forever on my wishlist, this little cutie:

Found them on Julia's blog (which is a brilliant use of net space, do check her out if you haven't already) and my heart went all achey breaky.

Alright, I have to go unleash my whining about being so low on money to a very unfortunate pair of ears (here's looking at you, Rabani). If I'm lucky I might wake up with some moolah tomorrow, but knowing how things have been rolling in the fate department, I'd probably open my eyes to a pile of laundry waiting to be folded.

On a much, much lighter note:

1) Le Mother has given me a big, fat "Go!" to my travelling plans with Farhanna next year.

See you sooooooooooooooon.

2) I got a new theme for my browser, a combination of pale wood and pastel plaid is hard to err with.

Click for bigger!

3) I did like Paolo Nutini and got some new shoes on AnD SuDDenLy EveryThing's RiIIiIght~~~~ Pictures tomorrow if I feel like it.

4) My ears are having the most intense sessions of love-making thanks to The Weeknd, who I've placed as song of the day. If, like me, you can't get enough of this lip-bitingly good concoction of soul and slowed down dance beats, here's another one of theirs I really like:

5) And Gong Cha's opening at Bukit Panjang Plaza. IEVAN DARWIN ARE YOU LISTENING??????????????

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Earl Grey Milk Tea, get in muh belleh.

I've got nice things to give away tomorrow, stick around! ♥

Well, aren't you the sweetest thing?

2011-05-18T20:34:00.005+08:00

Time Flies - Lykke Li

It really isn't so curious how quickly you climb to the peak of my list of favourite people. And why wouldn't you; smelling the way you do and how excellently you seem to choreograph the movements of your hands. All this amidst breathtaking banter structured from seemingly nothing, tugged out of thin air and allowed to flourish in lengthy proportions.

I'm allowing you to fascinate me a little too much, in ways that pry clamped fingers off my ego and force me to submit to a kind of sweet idiocy that makes me write the way I do, think the way I do and smile the way I do.

And of course you knew how to take the straight train to where endorphins lie, stirring them into quite a chaos when you handed the box to me.

Present Lives and Future Tense

2011-05-16T11:37:00.002+08:00

Glory to the World - El Perro del Mar

It is the mundane details that make it real.

Deceptively So.

2011-05-12T19:51:00.000+08:00

Change of Heart - El Perro del Mar

Whatever you intend, I hope it does not end up hurting you. Because your pretty heart is for good people. And you clean breath is for good things. I hate how white you are, so vulnerable to tar scars and smoky cuts. I know this because when you smile, my skin prickled with a delicious chill and I felt an overwhelming happy that locked my limbs. I want to keep you spotless, so you could shine on my behalf all the time.

How Do You Break Broken Things

2011-05-08T23:33:00.003+08:00

Love Out of Lust - Lykke Li

Insecurity Influx

2011-05-07T21:42:00.003+08:00

Insects - The XX

The other day, my mom was saying how she was a grain-of-sand close to filing a Missing Person's report when I came home at a time completely unacceptable to her motherly terms (12 am, by the way). She then said she was just kidding about the Missing Persons part, but apparently she had reached the wringing-her-hand-dry kind of worry. I was supposed to be sorry.

I wonder if it's a Mom thing, all this unnecessary hyperbole. If so, I would make an excellent mother just because I'm a big fan of over-drama and exaggeration.

Anyway, I have been broken down by the highly acidic fluids in a digestive dynamo of another year in Mass Comm. It's feels like Week 14 has craftily made some kind of switcheroo happen, sneakily trading places with Week 3 so that all the crazy, overwhelming deadlines the butt of the semester is known for have already been unleashed to swallow us whole.

This has caused a rapid deterioration of physical youth for a lot of people. Nothing make-up can save, honestly. Also, "sleep" is slowly morphing into something rather unrecognizable to our desperation to meet deadlines. "Sleep? What is that? Does it taste good?"

So we've been scraping by, and by "scraping by" I mean digging our nails into the ground and heaving ourselves from our beds to campus one arm span at a time. It's been so exhausting for everyone, but no one dares to stop.

Ievan and I have channelled the small capacity of energy left reserved for miscellaneous activity to do things together. It's been wonderful, of course.

Oh and Skype,

And just some knickknackpaddywacks that made me smile this week:

Katy Perry for OPI's Teenage Dream!

SMS Karaokes with Redzuan

Pug notebook from Iskandar

They're not much, but the little things, guys. The little things.

Lying There Like That

2011-05-03T02:46:00.004+08:00

And The Boys - Angus & Julia Stone
o hai i may be sick.

If only

2011-04-28T15:28:00.002+08:00

Oh, to be able to say this.

New Lives

2011-04-26T08:54:00.003+08:00

Chekkitttttttttttttt. Revamped my start-up pages, this baby has now overthrown past procrastination powers such as facebook and tumblr. So now, as soon as I click on the delightful pile of macaroons that is my icon for GoogleChrome, I am bombarded quite excessively with today's top stories.

Say "today's top stories" in a news anchor-y way. It really should be the only way to say it.

Who Will Love You?

2011-04-25T12:07:00.002+08:00

Skinny Love (cover) - Birdy

I know Miraclone looks scary and empty and not at all what it stands for, but give it a week. I'm trying to be patient but it makes me so sad.

In the mean time, do listen to Birdy's cover of Bon Iver's Skinny Love. It makes you feel so juvenile, in ways that remind you of a purity and cleanness that got left behind to fend for itself.

De Wilde

2011-04-22T16:01:00.003+08:00

For quirk in awkward pulses, small packages of happy things and seeing with bleary eyes: Autumn De Wilde

Good Grounds

2011-04-22T13:06:00.003+08:00

Awkward In-Betweens

2011-04-19T23:59:00.004+08:00

Sunday Girl - Blondie

After an extensive morning of Blondie videos and googling Debbie Harry to death, it's been decided that the woman does have what I call "GOD HAIR". "God Hair" is a term much closely related to "God Weight", in that they both describe elements that have attained a state similar to that of Nirvana, where they are what their ordinary, very minion counterparts aspire to be.

My hair is at that painful stage I will liken to limbo (neither here nor there). I have been willing my hair to get it's ass on the speedbump to Long Hair-ville, but it's been very adamant about staying at this length.

The constant need to underwhelm temptation to lop it all off again has taken a toll. Also, TGO doesn't allow me to alter it drastically, so I had to calm my tits before I picked up the scissors lest I decide to grow uncontrollably crazy with the cutting.

Then I ended up also falling in love with Debbie's medium-length bob. It's nothing like that amazing one at the start of the post, but it'll have to do for now. CONVENIENT COMPROMISE.

All images of Debbie are from weheartit

And then I just cut off my hair.

It's only slightly shorter, but it has somehow kidded me into a drastic lift in emotion.

Deborah H.

2011-04-19T08:24:00.003+08:00

So. Album of the Week goes to Blondie's Parallel Lines.

One More Year For Them to Love You

2011-04-17T18:55:00.000+08:00

Wishlist No. 19

2011-04-17T18:21:00.000+08:00

Teacup Bracelets from StayGoldMaryRose

Look at Your Life, Look at Your Choices

2011-04-17T16:37:00.000+08:00

Cold War - Janelle Monae

I must have offended a television djinn somewhere, since I can't seem to escape the very flashy tube while typing this post out. My thoughts are being rudely interrupted by senseless Okto trailers and Utt feigning some kind of ~~cryptic aura~~ on Incredible Tales. This happens every second or so. Therefore, it has taken me a good 15 minutes to compose the previous few sentences.

1) Scheduled a meet-up with Elaine yesterday after a too-long hiatus from her hugs, her voice, her everything. I hadn't realised how much I missed her until she was in sight, standing next to a pillar in front of The Tea Party and beaming so gorgeously.

It felt like there were so many things to say. An endless list of secrets and conversations had been slowly accumulating since the last time we saw each other, and this was the only chance I got to say what I had to before school comes along and devours the holidays down to the last crumb.

She went from happy pill to SLY SLUT when Iskandar came bounding up the stairs! And then Ashu, and Annabelle and then Ievan!

WHAT THEY WERE DOING THERE WHAT WAS GOING ON I HAD NO IDEA
Apparently, these smooooooooooooth suckers thought it'd be nice to drop by too (HOW VERY CONVENIENT, GUYS). I was delirious to see everyone again, since being very viciously robbed of their times this holiday. Everyone's been subjected to their own lives, kidnapped by internships and the like.

So it was nice to be in a circle of familiarity all over again, and at the edge of the holidays to remind ourselves that our sanity is timed and that the best thing to do before it's gone is to spend it with the best people.

BREATHTAKINGLY LONG LIST OF TEA. Guys, when I die, this is where my spirit will come to rest.

Ashu's beautiful bag is an advocator of wanderlust.

"Media" staring back at all of us during Iskandar's turn. Taboo's idea of mockery.

Ashu looked so handsome that day.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Ievan's Oprah moment:

2) Was part of a mass-text loop from Dionel asking for extras for a shoot that he was doing at school. I didn't have anything to do in particular and was in the neighbourhood, so hey ho.

Points for Dyan, Thila and Cory being there!

Oh and Wan too, of course:

3) School starts tomorrow and my Mac's reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaadyyyyyy

I really can't get sick of my Desktop. It is possible that the love I have for my icons is the only love I'll ever know.

This is both sad and comforting at the same time.

The Hungry Ones

2011-04-17T00:25:00.000+08:00

Act Appalled - Circa Survive

The kind of relationships that stem from being enclosed in small areas for prolonged periods of a day are always wondrous. The cast of TGO has taken the inevitable path to closeness, and the last time I checked, we have grown quite fond of each other. We're a fist fight with an opponent short of being each other's bitches, really.

A couple of us headed to IKEA Tampines on Tuesday, since rehearsals were cancelled (we all not-so-secretly rejoiced) as we've been talking very lengthily about putting some Swedish goodness into our black holes of stomachs. That, and the fact that we've been rather deprived of sunlight this holiday.

Also, this was our protest, our feeble attempt to justify with ourselves that we can indeed dwell in spaces apart from a studio with a heavy door that we finally broke two days ago.

And for this photospam's entree, a marathon of consecutive shots:

Yes that was a lot of them, I know.

You can only vaguely tell, but this was actually part of a incredibly effervescent Diva-Off between Duane and Ievan. Dyan, I don't know how you managed to stay so long in between them without combusting.

And then there was food.

We did the obligatory tour around the showrooms, shamelessly declaring every nook and cranny part of our warped kingdom; spacing out on sofas, pretending to pee in toilets that don't work and hosting extravagant dinner parties with empty bowls and dusty cutlery.

There was a lot of talk involved, some unforgiving remarks being made and an intricate dissection of recent going-ons. But as usual, everything was accompanied by a hefty dosage of good-naturedness and laughter. Situation NEUTRALIZED. Lastly,

PHOTO WITHIN A PHOTO. C WAT I DID THAR.

Sherman & Shisha

2011-04-15T22:19:00.000+08:00

Don't Sit Down Cause I've Moved Your Chair - Arctic Monkeys

Oh goodness the alliteration in the title of this post made me involuntarily moan rather inappropriately. It's really that good.

1) Last week, Ievan got sent to Ben Sherman's Spring/Summer '11...........showcase (for lack of a better word) as Topshop's Style Scout.

I really have been spending an excessive amount of time with this self-declared scene slut. It might be unhealthy, I dunno. We might have to detach ourselves from each other as soon as one of us puts on weight (we've been gorging very uglily on good good food).

The details are sketchy, so here's a bombardment of pictures of a plaid in a myriad of delicious colours and a whole load of Ievan to distract.

Decent photo with Dyan is DECENT.

2) Had vague plans to meet Dionel much later, but the boy was being too much of an anti-planner to pull things properly together. In the end, we all too conveniently ended up at Arab Street with a very eclectic mix of people, everyone extremely loud and incredibly close.

Everything rolled by nicely and leisurely, taking it's own glorious time to mingle with the air so that it felt good. There was just no space to feel sour because every corner was filled with good vibes, and all you would find around you is good folk, laughter infinitely spilling from their mouths. It was such a lovely soundtrack to such a lovely time.

Too much nice things might spoil you, so here's ending with Fizah to remind you that DEATH BY GLARE is indeed possible. Cherish the small things, children, you're going to die any time.

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Sketchy, Slow & Sure

2011-04-13T19:03:00.000+08:00

Heavy Water- Foals

Well, if it isn't the familiar backlog! I haven't been entirely fit for proper post construction lately thanks to a heightened erraticness in my Internet usage timetable. Also, the days have been dosed with a little more sloth, and that has put a halt to many things. I feel quite pathetic. You know I'm sorry.

Scroll for some updates, a little rough around the edges, but hopefully enough.

1) 27 March 2010
Tante Aida had a birthday played to the familiar beat of family fanfare and good food.

At these gatherings, everyone kind of floats in and out of everyone else's conversations. Seamlessly. And always with a plate of food in hand. It really should be an official form of therapy.

2) 26 March 2011
Attended NP Voice's Amore concert at NAFA last month with Isky and Ievan. There was a reunion kind of air in the distance because the two boys haven't been talking for a while (The Petty Cold War, that's what I'm calling it) and NP Voices was just the convenient factor to force them both in the same row of seats to talk things out. There was hugging involved too. How very nice.

But of course, we should remain un-steered away from the main superstar of the night, Ann Gie!

Ievan being Ievan.

During the intermission, Ievan pulled out a couple pieces of paper from his bag that had scrawly kiddy writing on it. He explained that his seven year old brother, Deny, is quite the heartstealer when it comes to organizing little scavenger hunts for his elder brother.

Ievan's Grand Prize:

SO ADORABLE ♥_____♥

Deny is also very skilled at apologies:

This^ one was when he told on Ievan to his mother about an inappropriate (open for definition) top Ievan had bought. Needless to say, not even family can escape the Wrath of the Fabulous.

More shots with Ann Gieeeeeee:

And here are two of my favourite boys freshly made up and all huggy:

Makes me warm inside :3

3) I have a couple more updates to do, but I'll leave that for tomorrow. My brain can only handle so much demand and facts about Oriental Small-Clawed Otters at one time. Meanwhile, here's Betty Draper, who has butt-shoved Joan off the Iffah's-Favourite-Mad-Men-Character-Of-The-Week throne with this beauty:

Watch the entire scene here

GOOD GOD, THAT IS GLORIOUS.

FMS NUMBER ONE

2011-04-09T13:05:00.000+08:00

Young Blood - The Naked and Famous

Today was spent a little too indulgently, definitely very unhealthily and maybe even a bit morosely. I've been nursing post-FBC love scars, licking them good with Mad Men episodes and tumblr (I've been compensating for the lost days). All this barely moving from my mattress, apart from a 5 minute shower and a half-hearted session of unpacking my camp baggage.

My camp-planning swan song was so conveniently epic. Thanks to FMS FBC '11, I now really don't know a better way to punctuate the end of my ~service~ (I use this word loosely. Most of us actually sold our souls the day we went for that Exco/SMT interview). It was everything a flawless three days of facilitated bonding was supposed to be, and I get very soft and gooey inside thinking of how all this came out of some of the most brilliant minds assembled by FMSS. I couldn't ask for a better team. If anything, I was working in ProgComm heaven.

I am the anti-camp, to be honest. 4 years of NPCC-style frolicking in the likes of Pulau Ubin has screwed up my general stance towards being away from home for more than a night. It has cultivated a snob of sorts, where I am completely resistant to using any toilet apart from my own, packing (OH THE PACKING) and lugging insane amounts of bags around on public transport.

But I figured out that the source of my bitterness towards camps was the fact that you were always being told what to do. That there was a camp commandant around, or [in the case of NPCC] a Cadet Inspector lurking to make sure you're always on schedule and what have you. But the beauty of FMS FBC lay in the fact that we had the reins, and oh, how lovely the reins felt.

ALL SHOTS ARE EITHER BY REDZUAN OR ANDRIC

The nights were as amazing as the days, what with the conception of a new talkshow idea with Ievan, tea with Hidayah and Dyan, or just being with Dionel, who smelt impossibly good ALL THE TIME. There were just no people better to share beds with than with than Ievan and Shery, no person who talked to me half-asleep I'd be more patient with than Joey, and no better way to start everyday than with hugs from Redzuan. This is just the tip of the iceberg, the thought of every single person being there and doing what they're doing will overwhelm me to the point of pathetic sobbing. I'm not about to allow that.

The Avengers

Justice League

X-Men

Instant formula for fun: ANY game + Water bombs

FUCKING GLORIOUS

Wan being cute as always hahahaha

Highlights of the camp included seeing Jessica Tan over Skype, pulling games out of our asses half-awake just so we could have something to do the next day, braving merciless scorching from the sun while walking around station to station and pleasantly discovering everything was as smooooooooooth as baby butt, The Great ProgComm Move (3 LEVELS!) on the first night, sharing puny balcony spaces with the best people, the effortless supply of awkward tension ProgComm never seemed to run out of, AN EARLY BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM NURUL WHICH STILL MAKES ME SMILE SO WIDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AHHHHHHHHHHH, and watching the unforced smiles and hearing nothing but genuine laughter from everyone while immersing themselves in ProgComm goodness.

It makes me glow, guys, it makes me flippin' glow.

Pastel Plaits, Rainbow Curls, AUBURN BRAIDS

2011-04-02T20:05:00.000+08:00

Books Written for Girls - Camera Obscura

When it comes to consumerism, I'd like to think that I'm slowly putting together a little red book of sorts for myself. I do have very strict rules when it comes to the art of wallet-thinning; it really isn't a laughing matter. Time and time again the following gems have been my default shopping advice for anyone caught in a buying rut:

1) When in doubt, buy all,

2) The more useless, the more you need it, and

3) If it makes you squeal and do ridiculous baby sounds, buy the shop out of its stock.

Of course more sensible mantras include "Atrium sales first, then the rest of the mall" and "If it's more than $10, SLEEP ON IT". I'm not on any mission to take everyone's purse's eye out, you know.

With AUBURN BRAIDS, it's convenient adherence to most of my shopping laws is a dream. One where I wake up from blissfully sighing. Following this is a very sudden smile, upon my realisation that it is not at all a dream, but something solid, existing, very, very real.

Let us all take a moment to thank our respective higher powers for the otherwise unnecessary Innovation & Enterprise module in Ngee Ann. Without it, Collette, Michelle, Mandy and Amanda never would have experienced the Eureka that is Auburn Braids while raking noggins for a project to appease the I & E gods.

Auburn Braids is something you'd find at the end of the rabbit hole, or in the midst of a quiet, narrow street lined with potted roses and short lampposts. Everything is pretty, everything makes you smile and everything is tailor-made for the happy, crafty magpie in you.

I'm a big fan of badges in general and Auburn Braids has the cutest collection of these little suckers I'd pin on bags, cardigans, blazers and on my hair if my tresses are feeling especially decent.

*Flight of The Conchords badge not from Auburn Braids

Wore this out today!

They're also pretty well stocked with notebooks that look like they've been through a couple of rainbows, swirled around in fairy dust and been kissed by the artful hands of lomography.

And here's one I'm thrilled to call my own:

SO PRETTEH ♥ __________ ♥

Auburn Braids recently launched their Keep Calm Notebook Collection, much to my excitement.

I have sideline ambitions to own an original Keep Calm and Carry On poster. Plans currently include traveling back in time to 1939 and stripping them off the walls of London. Until I find a time machine, these notebooks more than suffice.

And look, Ma, versions tumblr would approve of!

MAKE TEA? FAKE A BRITISH ACCENT? BELIEVE IN UNICORNS? THESE BABIES WERE MADE FOR ME :')

Being the darlings that they are, Auburn Braids sent me one they thought I'd like AND a customized one!

I'm a sucker for brown packages in the mail (not the dubiously shaped, emitting-ticking-sounds sort though), so I was stoked to receive this from them:

I almost died from pretty overload when I opened the package.

They sent me the Keep Calm and Believe in Unicorns!

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!!!!!!!!!!!! "HOW DID YOU KNOW? WAS I THAT OBVIOUS? OH MY OH MY WHAT GAVE IT AWAY!"

*ahem*

I was psyched beyond words and went for a little photoshoot, like I just had a baby and all I wanted to do was to spam everyone's Facebook newsfeed with picture after picture of her (weeeeeeak metaphor, I know).

Oh my god, they're so beautiful. Can't wait to make them an official addition to my Things I Must Have in My Bag list.

SHOP AUBURN BRAIDS NOW

I'll tell you how to do it

2011-04-02T17:41:00.000+08:00

Stay Awake - Lydia

Breathe in air and be conscious of the trail that it takes. Be quiet and follow it down your throat and feel it spill into your lungs, winding in and out of pores and blood and thin vessel walls. Make a sound, but make damn sure it comes from the hollow in your heart. You can tell when it does because when it escapes you, it would feel like it wiped the insides of your body clean, and you would feel this crescendo of lightness as it goes up and up and up. When it comes out of your lips, it would feel like it didn't touch the walls of your mouth at all, and what everyone is hearing is pure, unfiltered, untampered-with heart music.

Instant Happiness

2011-03-31T11:16:00.000+08:00

Today I found a new favourite website. It is brimming with unicorns and magic and rainbows and things I imagine a fairy's puke is made up of. It almost brought tears to my eyes. And I couldn't tell what exactly was the cause of my overwhelming feeling. It was a toss between the seemingly infinite supply of glittered unicorns and the fact that they excessively used Comic Sans in the default web fuchsia.

Anyway, I installed a button on my sidebar (after my Profile before Song of the Week). And it makes Miraclone look so incredibly beautiful.

JOIN THE CORNIFICATION

There Are The Youth of Today and Then There Are Us

2011-03-30T22:13:00.000+08:00

The Writer - Ellie Goulding

I've been spending a lot of time with a solidly eclectic mishmash of personalities as of late, a convenient outcome of being at school almost every weekday and having any kind of emotional effervescence to happen within the span of the same 15 people or so.

The loveliest combustions of energy have been happening while we frolic and illegally consume food in the Studio 27 air (a territory viciously owned by a mood-swings-more-than-yer-mama old man). These sessions are more affectionately known as TGO rehearsals, and have been what my holiday self has sold her soul to for the length of this break.

But there's nothing to complain about really. Maybe the fact that they could be longer. Because with these guys, time's running some marathon and is in it to win it, that bloody bastard.

So a session beyond the walls of school seemed like a natural thing to do. And that was what we naturally did.

The handsome lot (yes, handsome. We are quite the lookers, I shamelessly declare) hauled their laurels to the good streets of city Singapore with notions of having some quality family time.

*Disclaimer: Be forewarned, the bulk of the following photos are blurry or of horrible quality. This is due to a lack of consideration for proper camera technicalities that day and a stubborn resistance towards the Auto mode (okay lah, actually it's just pure snobbery). Now that I've lowered your expectations, you may proceed.

This is Cory. She is beautiful. Sometimes I just cannot stop looking at her.

Rachel so pretty :3

Anything menthol, you will always have a straight train to muh belleh

This is Hariz. He has an annoyingly amazing voice.

We all know who this is.

Looking confused, amused and to my left is Tiffany. I am very fond of Tiffany.

Ryo can do Japanese accents better than he can speak Japanese.

GOOD STUFF

Decent-est photo with Dyan is blur.

This flurry of activity is hard to explain.

Rahman is effortlessly adorable. But don't tell him I said that. His ego can get up with a mere stroke.

We headed down to Haji Lane for very laid back conversation and cuddling (hi, Dionel) over swirling shisha smoke. Unfortunately, Lou's stamina that day was equivalent to that of an 60 year old man nodding off in his barcalounger, so any proof of certain kids submitting to the beautiful power of peer pressure remain undocumented. Here's looking at you, MANFRED.

Alright, blackmail aside, I'll end this one with my favourite picture from that day.

WE ARE SO BEAUTIFUL :')

When You're Good to Mama

2011-03-26T16:44:00.000+08:00

Communion - Maximum Balloon feat. Karen O

Today has been lazy, with the usual post-TGO rehearsal good feeling folded into the warm air.

Got my Frankie magazines from Emi last night and I've been drowning myself in them since I came home. Thanks, Emi!

On top of that, last night's Parent-Teacher meeting initiated a steady growth of confidence in my ability to be a decent mother. I still am not a big fan of the majority of teachers and the supposed authority that they are, but I guess without them, the juvenile loathe for parents would be seriously overbearing.

It's 6 months to the O Level papers and my brother's post-curricular timetable still largely consists of polishing off an entire cigarette pack every 3 seconds, sending over-emoticonized texts to his girlfriend every 2 seconds and succumbing to general sloth every other second.

On the bus ride home I mustered all the residual Adam Khoo power I had from 2007 to talk to him.

"You need to wake the fuck up."
"I know."
"You need to be scared of this. You need to panic, then take a bloody deep breath and study."
"I know."
"Find something that will drive you. You need to find something worth doing this for."
"Like Mom and Dad?"
"Like yourself."

The rest of the bus ride home was quiet apart from when this woman brushed her laptop case against my swollen helix while she was trying to stand up and I screamed. I really thought my ear was going to fall off.

Rabani, I love you, but you're bringing me down.

I've got a hunger...

2011-03-26T12:19:00.000+08:00

No I'm not just singing along, I really am hungry.

By Jack Bevan

2011-03-25T23:58:00.000+08:00

Edwinkle. Barefoot. DDDAAAWWWWWW.

Grade Point

2011-03-25T08:39:00.000+08:00

Sadie - Joanna Newsom

Good stuff, last semester.

Fridge Raid

2011-03-24T21:54:00.000+08:00

Rumour Has It - Adele

After an intense session of eye-frying thanks to a marathon of movies/Mad Men episodes, I half-trudged, half-crawled to the kitchen with a ravenousness that could have probably caused some kind of destruction if I hadn't shoved an apple down my throat between Movie 1 and 2.

There was nothing on the kitchen table except for a sad looking bowl shallowly filled with sambal and half an orange. I wasn't in the mood for anything citrusy dipped in chilli. The fridge had is usual baffling mishmash of tupperwares filled with dubious-looking content. Plus, it smelt like garlic because Mom forgot to put the lid on the chopped garlic. I hurriedly groped around the vegetable box and emerged with a decent mix of chillis, french beans and tomatoes.

Found half a can of Mexican beans, some chicken breast and got a-cookin'.

WOO LUNCH

Had it with my default afternoon beverage, generously supplied by the very darling Dyan.

Dyan, by the way, is the loveliest person who I've had the absolute joy of having increased amounts of conversations with. I don't think he knows it, but he was my 11:11 for two nights in a row and is effortless at making me smile. He runs a stellar blog and has a possibly unhealthy obsession with Lady Gaga.

So Dyan has been on a tea pilgrimage of sorts, which I am more than happy to be a extreme advocator of just because TEA4LYFE has assumed mantra #981931 for me. Also because I plan to form a CommitTEA (C WHAT I DID THAR) soon and we're about a couple of members short of an Exco.

He passed me some sachets the other day, which also helped my Try 10 New Types of Tea goal for this holiday.

Mocha & Green Tea Swiss Rolls from some patisserie my aunt dropped by.

I'm well acquainted with my mom's really random baking rampages. The other day, she came home with a familiar gleam in her eye that was routinely followed by a crazed session in the kitchen. She churned out about 40 muffins in two different flavours within 90 minutes and then hit the sofa with a baking glove still on, utterly punctured.

I help with the filling of casings with batter and washing up. While waiting for the muffins to bake, I sketched on some paper that was lying around. I made up a muffin company called Muffin Luvin' and drew a menu. There were also logo variations involved hehehehehehheh

MUFFIN LUVIN'. SO CATCHY DON'T YOU AGREE.

Today was decently spent, I thought. I can't wait for tomorrow. There's going to be the usual TGO razzledazzle, I'm getting my Frankie issues, I'm hoping to shut down MOE and I have a new issue of Reader's Digest to read on the bus ON TOP OF an amazing edition of Martha Stewart Living.

THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE, GUYS.

Enrapturement

2011-03-24T14:48:00.000+08:00

I just finished watching Masculin Feminin (1966) and I am left being extremely fascinated by Jean Pierre Leaud and his cigarettes.

"We master ideas, which are nothing, but not our emotions. which are all."

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Oh, to smoke like this man.

Good Starts are Better Than Egg Tarts

2011-03-24T11:13:00.000+08:00

Stupid & Bare

2011-03-23T22:49:00.000+08:00

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SOME RELEVANT SHIT RIGHT THURR

Here are Your Hazards

2011-03-23T22:02:00.000+08:00

You're supposed to take two of them before, after and in between meals everyday. Make sure you swallow them whole, and be still for a while so you can really feel how raspy your throat gets as it difficultly crawls into your stomach. It will sit there just until your head hits a pillow and you're slowly emptying your mental capacity so you're light enough to sleep. Then when the only thing left to do is to completely submit to the blissful, vacant vacuum of dream, it stirs you, combusting inside of you and punching the walls of your body from within so hard that it makes your eyes fly open. You sigh heavily and become thoroughly annoyed by the rude interruption, but you knew this was the best time it could happen.

I really do foresee sleep being exhausting for the next few days.

Strangelove

2011-03-22T17:27:00.000+08:00

I've been rather obsessed with the handwritten goodness of the opening credits for Kubrick's Dr Strangelove. A good, good person somewhere has created it as a font, but I feel like I've already been banished to the last level of Google Hell, and my cheapskate ass still can't find a free download. Damn it.

Not Leaving Strings

2011-03-22T16:50:00.001+08:00

If this is where you are, then count me in.

Red - Daniel Merriweather

"What makes you think I'm enjoying being led to the flood?"

2011-03-21T13:40:00.000+08:00

Runaway - The National

I've been less careful these days. About where my fingertips lie and who's direction I breathe quiet, secret words to and which way I end up not taking.

These days, everything suddenly needs its own share of fanfare at a precise, immediate time. I've been accommodating to that demand rather too eagerly for my usual distaste for rapidness.

Especially this holiday, since I've always been so concretely definite about the fact that holidays should be a tamed version of the normal; slowed to a graceful crawl so that the usual fleet would seem like it's going at a comic speed.

Everyone else still subjected to the day-to-day hysteria end up being a source of your own amusement, as you treat their panic as your own indulgence. It is all rather sadistic, but we all have choices, and they chose to move that fast.

I seem to have missed the whole idea of a lull. Which is incredibly apparent in my submission to things bigger than myself this holiday. It might be thanks to an infinite terror of being still, and in that haste I have been blind to how small a plate I had.

All I ask for are my solo tea parties, whole afternoons with nothing but tissue and wire, hot clouds of the smell of vanilla and bread and everything in a seductively sedate pace.

There is nobody to race this month, I don't need to tell myself to breathe just so I would, and it's still day when I come home.

Now for the finer things.

Pinkies Up, Haters Gonna Hate.

2011-03-18T08:34:00.000+08:00

I won't tell you what song it is, just click.

I honestly don't know how to structure all the things that I have to say to you without making it seem like your run-of-the-mill conversation with William ("J-Jessi-twitch-ca"). Chronology was heavily considered for a while, until the Inverted Pyramid seemed a tad more enticing. But now I think I just want an exact replica of my current state of mind, which currently is a very similar picture to my kitchen post-baking sessions: batter in fast streaks across the walls, vast chocolate chips fields on the table and clouds of flour swirling and shifting and settling.

I'm going to attempt to translate this chaos into something just a tiny bit more comprehensible, but I need you to still be very aware of how turbulent and messy I am feeling right now.

Please take care of yourself while you're there and carry a pencil and paper wherever you go because you'll never know when you have a good thing in your head and you need to write it down. Or when James Franco is sitting a table from you at Starbucks and you need something to use to bark-rub his face with (we are assuming you don't have a camera).

If there's one thing you shouldn't stop doing, it's being the amazing person that you are. It got you to where you are and it's going to get you to so many other places.

Really, the best thing about being who you are is that you don't even have to try. It's honestly one of my favourite advices (others include "Keep Calm and Drink Tea" and "Live Dance Fight Unicorn"), despite being such a wrinkly old cliche. You, especially, are so good at being good and in that, I really have no worry that you're going to be just fine.

You are. Going to be just fine, I mean. And if you're not, I'm sure you're acquainted enough with blissful, beautiful technology to know that any of us are a very expensive phone call away. Most of the anti-iPhones will be camping on BBM to know how you're doing, our cursors will always be hovering on the Skype button anytime you need to talk and when all else fails, KEEP SENDING EMAILS LIKE FREE.

I'm going to miss you so sos osososososoosososososos much oh god you have no idea. Going through my tumblr Like page is never going to be the same for a while and..............................................OH SHIT I'M GOING TO LOOK LIKE SUCH A LOSER BLOWING STEAM ONTO MY GLASSES WHILE EATING CUP NOODLES ALONE (I'd like to think that when you're doing to stupid shit with someone else, it looks less like idiocy, more like a conspiracy).

I CAN'T EVEN. I DON'T EVEN. JESSICA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANDREW GARFIELD I'M GOING TO MISS YOU SO YOU AGREE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF ALWAYS DRINK TEA DON'T FORGET OUR SKYPE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(

Print this picture out to look at whenever you need a reminder of why we're such good friends.

lavyoo jesca

"There's a fire starting in my heart."

2011-03-16T09:02:00.000+08:00

Pixies, Ghosts or Psychotic Lovers?

2011-03-14T23:13:00.000+08:00

I'm trying really hard to nurse a blouse addiction. Polyvore has made it worse.

Mops Antoinette

2011-03-14T11:06:00.000+08:00

I've been staring at this for the past minute or so. I'm not going to move for a while.

Perfect Proposal

2011-03-12T20:57:00.000+08:00

Kiss & Kill - Le Bucherettes

From the crazed I & E week during school, I got a blank canvas bag and some acrylic paint from Joni's team. I kept meaning to do it up, but of course a thousand other things had to bulldoze their way to the top of my priorities. So the blank canvas bag was folded into a neat little square and banished to a corner in my room, forcing it into the unpleasant task of getting more acquainted with dust bunnies than it should. I fished it out yesterday, gave it a quick press and finally got to work.

Mom was not home, my brothers had locked themselves up in the room trying to learn how to play Boulevard of Broken Dreams on a guitar through a YouTube tutorial and the weather was breathtaking.

HURRAH

Not that my toe tips are caressing the edge of holy matrimony or anything, but I do think that if you come to me with a cup of Lavender Earl Grey Tea and get down on one knee and say this to me, you might make me cry. The good, laughing-in-between-sobs kind, don't worry. And................................jyeahhhh somewhere the tears and choking, I'll manage a very happy Yes.

I made a new mixtape. Because the humidity has been behaving and the winds have been very graceful and it makes me want to listen to very specific songs.

Mixtape in question:

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DON'T SAY I NEVER SHARE HOR

Legrand.

2011-03-10T19:50:00.000+08:00

Walk in the Park - Beach House

Today has been my first real holiday day. Which is ironic, since it was thanks to being grounded for coming home late the other day (I reached my doorstep at 12 am. 12 AM. OOH REBEL~*~*~*~*~). I was supposed to bid adieu to the kids flying off to Wuhan today, but that was rudely disrupted by the parentship's efforts to discipline. So the day started a little later than it was meant to and I didn't really have a picture of how the rest of the hours would turn out. But the air was the kind that made my fingers feel cool without numbing them and it was the optimum temperature to have a thin blanket permanently bundled around my legs. Of course when it got warmer it was promptly fashioned into a cape.

The pace of the day inevitably assumed this leisurely rate, what with the weather and sprawling on the living room carpet and back-to-back cups of tea. This kneaded in with the occasional nap, made for a pretty good overture for the holidays, I thought.

If you're like me, your tongue only tasting the blissful nothingness of the poly semester break about a week late, I wish you Happy Holidays. If you've been revelling in the lack of school for a while now, then DAMN IT SON, GET OFF YER ASS AND DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE.

For instance, I aspire to be a deathly potent combination of Martha Stewart, Paula Deen and Oprah by the end of the break. Less making sandwiches in the kitchen, more home & living goddess.

So being grounded helps, somewhat. Because on top of taking away my phone and EZ-link card (if you're close enough to me, you'd know that those are two of the most useless things to me), they would leave me a list of chores to complete by the time they come back.

They're hilarious actually, these lists. About 10 to 15 household chores, headlined with "DO THIS BEFORE I COME HOME. YOU ARE NOT TO GO OUT." in Caps and with a marker pen so it's thicker than the rest of the content on the paper. I think it was their attempt at intimidation through text. Really quite a sad effort.

All this kerfuffle because I came home at an ungodly hour, by their definition. And it was for decent reasons too! I was from Noel's 19th bash all the way in Pasir Foreign-Land Ris. Cupcakes had to be delivered!

I baked cupcakes for the boy earlier in the day. Isky came over later armed with a huge jar of Nutella and helping hands.

Unfortunately, the trip from Bukit Panjang to Pasir Johore-Seems-Nearer Ris was a bastardly one, wrecking the cupcakes along the way. The emerged only passable, but it was nice to see Noel squeal like a little girl when he saw them. Here they are, squished, torn and ruined by our little pilgrimage (YES PILGRIMAGE THAT'S WHAT I'M CALLING IT).

Shutterbug, Simba, Geek Glasses, Fail Rose, 19, Kitty 19, Heart, Heroin Cat

N, O, E, L, 19, Shutterbug, 19, Kitty 19, Hearts, Bows

Another thing I did today was watch a lot of Beach House videos and allow myself to be utterly seduced by Victoria Legrand's glorious, glorious mane.

And here's some more inspo:

I desperately need to grow out my hair. :c Those of you who recommend me extensions, I will personally shave off all your hair and stuff it down your throat. ISKANDAR, I'M LOOKING AT YOU.

Wishlist No. 18

2011-03-10T17:19:00.000+08:00

One-Lump-Or-Two Lamp from Anthropologie