love

is like a flower
wonderfully beautiful,
beautifully delicate.
love is what keeps us going
going strong,
strongly going.

granpa's cacti sprouting beautiful white flowers with a pink tinge. and they sprout in the direction of the sun. it intrigues me. sometimes we have our down times, we let our emotions get the better of us, but when we look into the bright side, all we have to do is think about the immense love within us, and nothing matters anymore, nothing.

i miss u. i miss u.

eggrolls,sandwiches,gelato

huge sigh of relief. massive weight lifted off my shoulders. 2nd year now behind me. time flies.
ate, shopped, and had loads of fun X)

rita, yujia, me, one utama. chilis; southwestern eggrolls, cajun club sandwich, gelato fruity; strawberry, dragon fruit, lemon and lime.
diamond2 camera, bad lighting, edited

east india company bib necklace(discounted!); f21 owl necklace, another addition to my owl accessories collection :)
nikon d60, superb room lighting

happy holidays girls!! will miss you guys!

romantic figurations

this is the cutest nasi pattaya (omelette-wrapped fried rice) i have ever seen (and eaten)! was feeling rather down despite having only one more paper on friday, but the moment i saw this i felt my face and heart lit up. imagine the cheshire cat-like wide grin on my face! the small things in life definitely makes a big difference :)

and a few things that kept me occupied while studying,

rattan chair at the cafeteria downstairs; mum's(?) old ring; favourite swarovski necklace; recent go-to rings; currently hoarding cracker snacks; orange-flavoured tic tacs

until friday!

to papa,

happy father's day
i always loved this song, although i am not getting married anytime soon (duh) here i dedicate it to you :)
i know you are always proud of your little girls, and although i m not a little girl anymore, i will always be your little girl, and i will always make u proud! i promise.
love u, papa!

There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven and she's
daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and
I thank god for all the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all

For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her
hair; "Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."
In all that I've done wrong I must
have done something right to deserve a hug
every morning and butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet 16 today
She's looking like her mama a little more everyday
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world.

But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking
little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you
don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong I must have done
something right to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly.
Spread your wings and fly.

She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not
sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over...

gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"

Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have
done something right.
To deserve your love every morning and butterfly
kisses-I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is.

I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.

can i just

stop procrastinating and drift away from my psychological testing text book?
i miss feeling relaxed, but these colours sure are able in simulating that feeling.

stockholmstreetstyle

fluctuations

finished two papers, next one's this coming monday. exam period is making me lose all my passion for the interests i have, which was why i took communications and psychology in the first place; writing, and trying to understand people. but i will keep trying, and be sure i will survive, although i just threw away 12 marks into the bin yesterday not being able to finish my public relations last essay question.

taking pictures sure help to cast my cloudy mood away. whenever i feel under-motivated, randomly pointing the lens at almost anything in my little room helps to bring inspiration back. the world looks less depressing through a viewfinder and a camera screen at times i guess.

but then, every cloud has a silver lining, right? that much needed ray of light in a dark cave comes in any form and size; a jay chou song, ferrero the huge dog plushie or a new-found old toy from the lovely sister ages ago, intricate details on a bag, sunshine colours of a new top, macaroni with oats, crushed cereals and almond flakes sprinkled on top, the voices of people i love through the phone. anything at all.

yes, down times passes, and when the rain stops, the cut on my tongue caused by an awfully sour kiwi heals, and when finals finally ends next friday, there will be beautifully bright blue skies ahead. like this one of bali in february.

she will survive the storm, thrive through harsh winds, swim against rough waves.

adrenocorticotropic

.wow.
stella mccartney spring 2011; jak&jil blog

righthanded//dominantleft

i just touched down at my condo, and the first thing i thought of doing is blog. i should be stuffing my brain with all the seriously incomprehensible biological psychology. rhinal cortex, hippocampus, amygdala, basal forebrain, mediodorsal nucleus, prefrontal cortex; memory processing. i feel dizzy just reciting these names.

saturday; shopping, super cheap rings, super cheap top with dramatic fluttery sleeves, super comfy shirt, super hard to understand brain rhythm and sleep, super yummy fruity creme brulee, happy 21st birthday beah beah.

sunday; highlighted my hair mahogany brown, sick of too-black hair, love the outcome, hairdresser's two new puppies are too cute! biology ugh, faith aka xiaoxiao going crazy in my room chasing her purple toy rat.

monday; last day at home, study some more, failed to memorize properly, peep at xiaoxiao while she sleeps ungracefully, study study.

she says "hi, biological psychology pain-in-the-butt."

nowhere else but here

grandma's clogs; bored faith; grandma's hand-sewn floor mat; grandpa's plants; grandpa's jelly, best in the world; random bejewelled butterfly peg

i m supposed to be studying, finals starts next thursday, but i miss home so badly, i came back. with my laptop and and my incredibly heavy text books, and dad's d60 of course. went straight to grandma's place and captured these random stuffs that can only be found here and nowhere else.

it's gonna be a very long night tonight with biological psychology. she has to make up for the few hours that would be spent shopping tomorrow morning. oh well, when shopping comes, any sufferings are worth it :)

雨下一整晚

jay chou is and will always be my favourite taiwanese artiste. cried watching this video.

thesedaysarerainydays

on rainy days like tonight, i'd prefer to stay in and not go out or take the lift downstairs to look for food. as i eat alone, i'd rather whip up a simple tuna sandwich or oats with fruits. but now i crave for the homemade burger he made for dinner last weekend.

chicken patty, buns with butter, omelette and/or cheese, some chilli/tomato sauce, done. simple and yet i would have problems making them myself. :/

on another note, i could not understand why it rains every single time i choose to wear my favourite full-length skirt? why ah?