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

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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

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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.

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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.