Life.

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Highlights of 2011

Broke the law

undisclosable

Sunway Lagoon

The sun. The rain. The stolen kisses. The rides. The water. The near death experience. The fun. The laughter. The love.

Preperations for Leo IU

The hours spent making a giant wonka nerd box. The balloon candy cane. Creativity at it's best.

MTV World Stage

Winning the tickets. Not once. But trice. The concert. The people. Jared Leto. Need I say more? If yes, refer to this post.

First anniversary

He walked in with a bouquet of tulips in his hands. White tulips. Funeral flowers. He was shaking while that small tint of pink grew on his cheeks. Not to mention he was stuttering real bad. And so chocolates, a poem and my favourite flowers serves as memento for the first 365 days we spent together.

Prom

It was simply amazing. You will only understand if you were there.

-

I just noticed that the best days of the year was spent with you.

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2012 new years resolution

1. straight A+ for SPM
2. maintain weight : 42/43 kgs
3. get my driving license
4. have a regular income
5. make an art portfolio
6. get a tattoo
7. read at least 50 books
8. sew a dress & wear it
9. make this love last
10. enjoy the year

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And so I bid you farewell, 2011. 

You were difficult and stressful but downright amazing at times.

Hello 2012, may you be kind to us all.

Dear fat man in red,

"She will bear a Son; and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins."

Matthew 1:21

And so it's the season for giving again. Or rather receiving for some. There's something about Christmas that brings an air of festivity and joyfulness. Maybe it's the sight of kids lining up, eager to meet the fat man in a red suit and tell him that they had been good. Or maybe it's all those Disney-like decorations with beautiful trees and lights like fairy dusk. Perhaps it's the music blasting in every shopping mall and not to mention the caroller and the delicious food and that unexpected kiss under the mistletoe and snow and the long-awaited presents!

Well, there's no snow this year in Malaysia ( it would most definitely be the end of world if it did snow), not even a hint of a rain cloud, and yes, I'm still spending this wonderful day alone in my room with a bunch of Christmas albums and movies as usual, but this is by far the most magical 25th of December ever. Thanks to

a certain idiot who likes ruin my day just to save it in the end.

A towel for comfort, a stack of letters to reach him when he's too far away and my favourite book to always keep me company. Check out it's amazing pop-up-ness.

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So dear Santa, I'm not going to ask for much this year, just please let him be out of harm's way and come back to me in 18 days, in one piece, safe and sound.

Merry Christmas, all!

Untitled.

wonderstuck;

You took my hand and lead the way. I felt myself heating up not with embarrassment but rather excitement and an odd feeling of serenity. You couldn't dance and neither could I. Maybe that's why it felt so right. With your hands on my waist and my arms around your neck, I couldn't help but noticed how the world faded away. Words around us turned into incoherent whispers and all I could hear was your breathing and how you sang along to the song beautifully. You smiled that dashing smile of yours and I knew then what I was never sure of before.

#DJProm2011

I'm unlovable.

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No. Not really.

30 bucks.

Damn, I'm a happy girl.

Info?

Every girl deserves to be asked to prom properly. Like bring her some flowers or just make a simple yet sweet gesture. Not shove the ticket in her face and tell her that she got no other choice.

Seriously.

-

I am not panicking.

I just got to pick a dress, settle on the heels, find a clutch, decide on the hair, obtain a couple of hundred bucks for the hair, practice the make up, maintain the nails, unearth a good nail polish, not lose the accessories, keep in shape and breathe.

In / for a week and a half.

It's all good.

-

P.S. what are the odds of wearing the same dress as someone else?

Oh my. 

Consideration can only get you so far before disappointment kicks in. It's complicated, really. Of all the things I thought would go wrong, this was the last thing on my mind. You're not sorry even though you should be but I am, for trusting you.

Obscene

Meet my latest obession:

Brennin Hunt.

His name, his face, his voice. Everything just screams sex.

Rich Man

Status : Operation "Capture Moby Dick" in progress.

Hello, December.

I feel like my long awaited holiday is slipping away too quickly. In fact, the whole year went by much too fast for me. Maybe because it's a really busy year or something. I'll save my thoughts for some other day. On the other hand, my holiday was spent rather unproductively. No surprise. Read all seven Harry Potter books. Yes, about time. Cleared up a lot too. If you haven't read it. Do so. Another interesting read : Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. Slow paced but nonetheless intriguing. Really gives you something to think about : what makes us human and human nature itself. Too lazy to read : watch the movie.

Other than that, spent the rest of my time watching movies and playing Sims 3. I need to get a life. Thankfully there's something to look forward to : Prom.

What I need.

Sigh. I'm sensing a garage sale.

Off to watch The X Factor now.

Out.

status update: i'm not dead, just dying. overall, i'm okay.

this blog is depressing.

Report.

Current status : Alive and a little hungry.

Current need : Wooing for Dummies.

Seriously.

To you : For the lack of a better way to put it, you break my heart everyday.

To me : Get a grip.

To Natalie Oh  : Sean needs you.

Call him now.

-beep-

It's not cheating, it's just hurtful.

Small talk big thoughts

Hello peeps.

I'm back and I swear there's no where better than home. Not even monkeys on your balcony every morning. Pangkor was alright if all you wanted to do is relax and go slow. If you're looking for adventures and night life then you might wanna check out somewhere else. I didn't enjoy the trip as much as I should have; that's my fault. 

Vacation with family = bad time for mood swings.

Been thinking alot. About you mainly. This is just one of those situations that I can't decide how I want it to end. I honestly don't know what I want. Or what you want.

Not going to elaborate just in case you read this.

Well, maybe I should make this blog private. Not like anyone reads this anyway. (Except you guys. M&N) or maybe make a special blog just for you people to know what's happening since it's so difficult for us to keep in contact. You guys are always so busy :(

That's all for now I guess.

Got to unpack and think.

Again.

I run. They run. Everybody run run.

Greetings from a very comfortable armchair, on a balcony facing the open sea, with white sandy beach filled with peacocks coming out for a leisurely stroll and hornbills that greatly resembles American vultures soaring in the sky. Yes, I'm on so called vacation with the family in Pangkor Island. So called because vacation is supposed to be relaxing, an escape from this cruel reality but it's doing the exact opposite for me. My feelings are evident with the way the weather mimics it. Malaysian weather forecast, bullshit. Time is playing a fool of me again, giving me absolutely no time when I'm desperated and too much time when I clearly wanted none. What else am I to do in an isolated island with far too much time to spare. Gosh, he just removed his shirt. I swear he's been stalking me from the moment he laid his eyes on me at the jetty. Either that or I'm unconsciously stalking him. Not difficult since we rode the same boat, bus and we're living in the same hotel. We even went to the same place for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Coincidence? ;)

No daddy, I don't want to risk my life canoeing around the island.
No daddy, I'm not in the mood to go swimming in the pouring rain.
No daddy, I refuse to appear on the news with you for attempting an illegal bungee jumping act from a coconut tree.
Yes daddy, that's a fucking 8 inches centipede.
Yes daddy, archery is it.
Yes daddy, I'm glad you don't think I'm too young to drink.

Couple infront of my face, snog somewhere else. No, not in the sea either. Damn all you happy people. I rather no feel mocked thank you.

On a not so different note,

Happy Birthday, my darling.

I hope my messages are converted well and makes up for me not being there today. I tried and you know I tried. If you won't regret it then neither will I. But I might not live up to my words. Yes, I'm pretty sure I won't.

We'll just see how it goes...

Enough.

I have been feeling really heavy these days. As if there's a boulder in my chest, weighing down on my thread like veins. It lingers at the back of my head, plotting it's next surprise attack when I'm alone; when i can no longer find something to occupy myself with;when my defence falls like dominoes. It's funny how I still feel this way, i mean we have only been through this enough for me to know what's going to happen next. Or rather, what's not going to happen. Still, it doesn't keep me from hoping that things will be different for once. That it's going to be your name on the caller ID when my phone rings.

I have a feeling that it's going to be different this time. But not in a way that you and I both know.

trypophobia

so that's what it is.

Sorry. The number you're calling is not answering. Please try again later. Thank you.

FUCKING. STORY. OF. MY. LIFE.

Everyone believes.

the difference between reality and dreams.

imagine reality is actually made believe and our dreams are glimpses of what's real. imagine the life we're living now, what may seem like forever is actually nothing but just a few hours spent at night. imagine our adventures at night in so called 'dreamland', what we wished would come true is actually what the reality we're trying to escape from. why do we want to live in a dream? is it because in a dream, we're infinite? the world is literally ours for the taking and we have freedom to do whatever we want and be whoever we want to be? if this is a dream, as i type this, as you read this... just think of all the possibilities. maybe it's time to live the dream. turn the dream into reality. after all, this might just be a dream.  

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this is how i waste time during exams.

gosh.

two more days.

Maddening, I'm sure.

just 3 more days. freedom. i can just taste it at the tip of my tongue. though only for a month and a half. then back to 10 and half months of torture. usually. except next year. it's a full 12 months. doesn't matter. there's no point of exams when the questions are leaked. nor education when the ministry can't seem to get their shit together. maybe it's time to pack and leave for good.

Honk.

What goes around, comes around. Hurts like a bastard doesn't it, when all you ever wanted was a chance to see how it goes, to just try it out but all you get is nagging pain that won't seem to go away and an apology as a condolence prize.

Well darling, karma's a bitch.

and so are you.

Red Hoodie

Stay hungry, Stay foolish
RIP Steve Jobs.

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As you all know, exams are approaching faster than you can spew out any one of your favourite profanities. With that being said, you know why I haven't been updating this ol' blog of mine as frequently as I would like. I have been working hard, absorbing as much information as my under worked brain could take, trying to make up for lost time. Ahhh... those beautiful days, playing under the sun and taking naps when it rains, a bag of chips in front of the miracle boredom killer box called the television, going through blogs while the hours go by like no body's business with all the other school related books, ignored.

After hours spent trying to figure out how to not fail (yes, I regret not starting earlier, just like all the other times. But I never learn), my dad, after reading the recent article on how stressed out teenagers are these days and how some even suffers from severe depression, insist that I take a breather and not go insane. He told me about the upcoming book fair (this was a couple of days ago), and his plans to drop me off there with a gold card to get anything I want, how many I want, no questions asked.

So off we went this morning, to the Big Bad Wolf Book Sales 2011. I admit that at first I was a little sceptical about the amount of books and titles they're going to sell. 1.5 million is no small number and it is said to be going for only RM 8-25, unbelievable much, so imagine my surprise when I walked through the doors.There it is, a seemingly endless rows of plastic bound books (and people!), all neatly arranged according to its genre and it really is eight to twenty five bucks. Gosh, the scent of ink and paper, heaven on earth much?

Fast forward to the end, i got myself a stack of (not many, just expensive) books that's worth more than $535.37. Yes, dollars. That's equivalent to a whooping RM1 690.70 for only RM 200. Yes, 200 ringgit. Yes, I'm a happy girl. And a happy bookworm. And a happy otaku. So maybe studying wasn't so bad after all...

Parsons The New School For Design.

That's where I'm going.

To marry list.

Since I can't sleep nor can I digest anymore historical rubbish and I actually have 45 more minutes to spare before I am dragged off to see my beloved tuition teacher, I shall write a very meaningful blog post about--- Oh my mum just burst through the door. Oh she's going somewhere. Oh I am forced to go with her. Oh well... meaningful blog post got to wait.

Geranium killer

So perhaps I wasn't thinking straight when I came to the conclusion that if someone doesn't call you back within 15 minutes after you hang up on them, they don't care. Same goes for them not wanting to show you their junk. Okay, I'm definitely not in my right mind. Left it somewhere. Get it? Left it? Left my right mind somewhere? Hahahaha I'm so funny.

I'm sick. Studying was hard enough without having to refrain self from coughing out my lungs, now I have to stop my nose from being blown off every two seconds. Failing finals seems very likely now. At least my little scheme to make the best friend fail with me is working.

Thank you Gossip Girl.

Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Time for bed.

Pocket watch

We'll live like the movies with streetlights to dance on

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Birthdays have always been really special to me. It's one of the few times in the year when I can actually cut things off my wanted list and not feel too guilty about it. The sky seems bluer, people are nicer and damn... all the mouth-watering cakes. It's usually a day filled with fun and excitement. This year is no different. It's still is real special, real fun and exciting but I think I'm growing up. Too soon perhaps. In a sense that, I feel indifferent. I remember the first time I stepped into my primary school, short and naive(i still am), I couldn't wait to grow up and within a blink of an eye, here I am, 16. Now I just wish that time will slow for a bit and just let me take a break and enjoy. But then again, time waits for no one and who wants to be 16 forever if you can only get car license when you're 17 and visit bars when you're 21? 

But thank you to those who tried to make it special.

I really appreciate it.

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive

Man vs Machine

"It's not just infatuation, she's not just a girl

she's the only evidence of god that i can find on this entire planet"

♥

I shall stop feeling guilty for getting such a wonderful early birthday present from daddy.
I shall use it wisely and often and not waste it.
I shall work hard with it, in hopes that it will someday pay for itself.
I shall treat it with respect and care for it like no other.
I shall keep it clean at all times.

It shall be named
"Baby Vag"

Together we'll rule the world & make cute projects like this;

teehee.

Neon

I had a dream last night

We drove out to see Las Vegas
We lost ourselves in the bright lights
I wish you could have seen us

-

It's Friday and the holidays are coming to an end. boo. Was planning to visit the library today but Natalie called during the most ungodly hour this morning to see if I wanted to go shopping with her and my dad said yes so the rest was history.

Definition of history: mother dropped us off at Ou, walked around OU, gasped at all the gorgeous clothing in Zara, N fell in love, went to Cotton On, convinced N that we needed food, got lost (yes, with N, everything is possible), found food, had Japanese, walked a little more, went to A&W, had onion rings and some drink, saw N's mom and grandma, hide from mom and grandma, went to Padini, saw most beautiful bag, stared at beautiful bag, tried on beautiful bag, took of stuffing in beautiful bag, put back stuffing, put back beautiful bag, tried on shoes, went to Topshop, brought something, tried on at least a thousand pieces of clothing in Forever 21, camwhored, searched for Kicthen, camwhored some more, saw sexiest jacket, walked away from sexy jacket that would have cost a bom, more Japanese food, N ordered one pot of tea, drink one pot of tea, never drinking tea again, laughed so hard (nearly fell of balcony),went back to Padini for N to buy shoes, N changed shoes on escalator, home.

Natalie and her new favourite shirt

Our 'sexy' legs

The teapot

 Off to calm the rumbling tummy.

reality check

Someday,
i'll travel the world
have tea in Paris
new year's countdown in New York
fashion shows in Milan
hot springs in Japan
road trip down route 66
gondola rides in Venice
take a bus in London
visit Notre Dame
watch a show in the Chicago theater
drive across America from coast to coast
check out the red light district in Amsterdam
go wild in Vegas
see the northern lights
visit a castle in England

Someday,
i'll feel alive
skinny dipping
jump into the ocean
feed ducks
find underground bands
go Christmas coraling
ride around town in the middle of the night
learn a foreign language like French and use it
join the circus
ride a camel
sneak out and get back in one piece
sleep under the stars
go to a carnival
go up in a hot-air balloon
see snow

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Someday, till then, I'll just sit here in Malaysia, in front of my computer, wasting my holiday away, blogging about the things I will someday do, adding more things into my bucket list, craving for more Japanese delicacies, procrastinating work.

Me? Coward? I beg to differ. 

Vanity Fair

Evening sweethearts,

It's the holidays again and even though it's just one week, it's better than nothing. I'm not going anywhere this holiday so there's plenty of time to update this blog and post all the pictures I promised plus do all the things I have been stalling. 

Objective this week: watch at least 5 movies, read book (blog post title), clean up my itunes, make something new everyday, spring cleaning (HAHA), brain storm ideas to redecorate room (the new Ikea catalog arrived at my doorstep a few days ago and my dad had been avoiding me ever since :P), make money, hang out with the besties, and bond with the boyfriend. Maybe attempt to study every now and then. Or not.

Oh I got new fabric, and do you know what that means?

Bonne nuit

:)

Seriously, just why are all japanese movies so sad?

Fallin'

I break habits just to fall in love
But I do it on designer drugs
You can call me dangerous
But these are the sins
The sins of my youth

---

I've been looking for way to sew up a tote lately and during my 'research', i found the tote on top. Look at that gorgeous thing. Yes it's only gorgeous because it has my name on it. And since my best friends and boyfriend claimed that they love me, they should really get one and use it -hint hint-

Ahh... Another short post.

teehee.

Jagger.

You're the reason why I'm home

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A very unproductive day because all I did today was surfed the net, read mangas and watched movies. But but but it was a lovely day. I just found out that my favourite manga Bokura Ga Ita also known as We Were There, which I have been following since 2008, drawed by one of my favourite mangaka, Obata Yuuki, i have all her other mangas, is getting a film adaptation, and you wanna know what's the best part? One of my absolute favourite japanese actor, Ikuta Toma got the lead role! -squeaks-

Favourite manga + favourite actor = fangirl scream for 15 mins straight.

Nanami & Yano

Ikuta Toma staring as Motoharu Yano

I am super duper excited.

:D

Honeybun & evil sidekick

Best friend made me schedule for today in attempt to find my 'lost time'. The left one is mine while the right is hers. Don't you just love her hand writing?

It's 3.45 now.

Time for nap.

teehee.

Madness.

Astro Beyond (Y)

Mtv World Stage on tv (Y)

Neon Trees on Mtv World Stage on tv (Y)

30 Seconds to Mars with Neon Trees on Mtv World Stage on tv (Y)

Jared Leto on Mtv World Stage on tv (Y)

Me screaming in front of the tv (Y)

Me squeaking in front of the tv (Y)

Me chanting "Jared Leto" in front of the tv (Y)

Grandmother now thinks I'm mad

(Y)

teehee.

To You; From Me

12.8

What is love?

According to the free dictionary online, love is a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness. It is a feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.

So what is love to me?

When I was 5, love was a strange sort of fairytale. With sunshine and butterflies, my prince would be in his shining armor, on an elegant white horse, killing dragons for me while I would fight of evil stepmothers and sisters for him. The story would end with us kissing in front of a sunset to an award-winning soundtrack and we would then live happily ever after in beautiful castle.

When I was 11, love was one of the great Shakespeare's most notable plays. My Romeo would climb up the balcony and confess his undying love for me and then his soft lips would meet mine, all the while hiding from the guards' watchful eyes. We would sneak a priest over to make us official and make plans to elope the very next day, just to be together. It would all end with a sip of poison, in hopes that we would meet again and maybe then, faith would be more forgiving.

When I was 14, love was a disease. It makes you feel like you're completely turned upside down. There's the physical stuff -- your cheeks getting hot, the flutters in your stomach, weak knees, sweaty palms . And then there's the mental madness -- you feel like you're losing your mind because all you can think about is the way they smell, how good it feels when they put their arms around you, or the cute little dimple they get when they smile.

But that's only the beginning. Love fills your head with doubts and insecurities. It clouds your judgement and greens you with envy. When it ends, if it ends, it breaks your already beaten and bruised heart, leaving pieces scattered around for you to find and piece up. With a jar in it's hand, collecting destroyed dreams, stealing one of the many pieces left on the cold stone floor, and feeding on false hope, love isn't just a disease, it's a monster.

When I was 15, my perspective of love changed again.

To me, love is when I watch you eat. You might find it awkward, the way my eyes are fixed on you as you chewed away but what you don't know is how I swell with pride with each bite you take.

Love is me knowing that how in your eyes, I'm worth more than what I am. You would unknowing familiarized those around you with my name and my image because you're proud of me when I, find myself unworthy. Love is when you insist, everyday, that I wouldn't be able to look more effervescent than I am, even though I know I look like a mess. Just to prove your point, you went around asking people to agree with you. 

Love is the way you let me see through the layers of artificial mockery of yourself. Love is how you started up the spark that has been dead for so long in me. Love is the way you painted my world with gold and glitter powder with your sweet words. Love is when you kissed me outside my house, under the lamp post. Love is way you stutter when you're shy. Love is how you would hug me and kiss me on the cheek, almost every morning in my class, not caring about those around us.

Love is when you would wake up earlier than usual, just to prepare strawberries and melted chocolate for me. Love is those unexpected "marriage proposals" you do from time to time. How many have I received so far? 6? 7? Love is the random things you say when you're drunk. Love is your untamed hair. Love is how you would play along to all my ridiculous scenarios. Love is talking to you until the wee hours of the morning. Love is how you brought me white flowers for our anniversary even though white flowers are meant for funerals but you probably didn't know that.

So what is love?
I say love is you.

Marcus Lee Choon Weng.

Happy 365 days

♥

747 words

Morningside

Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you
All the moves like Jagger

---

So I went fabric hunting today, in hopes that I will find something beautiful and inspiring. Something young. Something colourful. And I found none what so ever. Apparently, the fabric that I was looking for cannot be found in Malaysia, the only way I can get it is by importing it in. For only 29.90 dollars for half a yard. Holy. Nevermind, let's just forget about designer fabric.

I did however, get normal Malaysia ones for only ten ringgit.

After gushing about it, I got to work.

For Sharmayne.

My best work so far. So tumblr-ish.

:D

Feel my love.

teachernatalieme

ada perempuan yang ketawa mengilai-ngilai untuk menarik perhatian laki-laki di situ. laki-laki tersebut akan terpikat akan kecantikannya dan seterusnya... kamu tahulah... perkara yang tidak baik akan berlaku

laughs

what are you laughing at? what did she say?

giggle giggle to attract attention then BAM!

pregnant.

Off in flight.

With your hand in mine
We'll soar through the night
And like the dozens of spaceships we'll dance with satellites

-

Let us wave goodbye to the creative me.

Farewell, my dear. It was good while it lasted.

So I went around KL yesterday to that very famous street that sells millions and millions of fabric and apparently it is every sewers' dream because it's impossible to not find what you want there. Gosh, that was a long sentence. Guess what? I can't find what I want. Malaysia, why you so hot and you no have sheep? Or wool? Or even fake wool? Or just polarfleece?

Now I have to hunt for some other alternative to make this:

The crown hat and the green and blue hat. Sho cute. Must make.

I hate shopping in Malaysia. I don't mind huge department stores but smaller shops pisses me off. Not all, just some. Especially those that don't even know what the hell they're selling. How can you open a fabric store when you don't even know what cotton is?! Maybe it's my fault that I don't know the malay name for cotton but the store's in the middle of KL. Full of tourist that don't speak malay. How-you- GAH.

Made those two for the best friends:

Nat's & Mei Yan's

Here's the long overdue picture from world stage:

Terrible quality.

Out.



Early love.

You look like the afternoon
when you wake at 6 in the morning

-

Hello there, lovelies :D

So physiotherapy today. Was sorta hoping for a more experience therapist with maybe, good command in English but well... atleast she's... never mind, I can't come up with anything. All I can say is that
it's like basic Pilates except you pay a hundred bucks for a private tutor in a uniform. Pilates without engaging the abs and the annoying breathing thing. Heaven. 

Two days ago, I tried to make a pair of pants but because math hates me, all her minions hates me too. That includes a ruler. Therefore my measurements was a total disaster and what was supposed to be my beautiful pair of polka dotted pants became a...

Polka dotted zipped pouch! (with badge!)

Strips on the inside.

Pretty, no? :D

Now all it need is a small 'Vagabond' tag at the side and it's off to the market.

:)

Beauty among the hurting

Swing the spinning step
you wear those shoes and
I will wear that dress.

---

First day of tuition cannot go any better. I always knew that she could nag but what I didn't know was that she could nag about the same thing for two hours with an occasional break to explain the lesson before going back to nagging me. She even sat next to me to nag me (and guide me through the questions but that's not the point). So I quit her tuition for 2 months but I came back right? See, I'm a loyal student with maybe a small commitment problem. Does that even make sense? Never mind. After those two wonderful hours ended, on my way out of that aquarium filled house, I saw her laptop. Alienware. Have I mentioned that she's 50ish, close to 60? Damn.

Let's go back to my creative streak.


Bolster cover.

 And a matching pillow cover!

Pillow & Bolster cover



Best friend with "GIZA"



 A stuffed pyramid/pillow like thingy with a sexy mustache.

OH OH OH I BROUGHT NEW FABRIC!

Think of all the things I can make with this! A hat, a purse, another pillow case, maybe a skirt, a dress... So excited.