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

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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.