I am utterly in love with every single piece of clothing from the "Milk + Honey" Autumn 2012 Lookbook! The Australian based label does the effortless yet chic look ever so brilliantly. From the choice of colors and fabric (I personally favor wool.), over-sized tops, the different styles of layering to the combination of socks with heels. Their choice of model -- Rachel Rutt; is too right on the spot as she is in fact, one of my favorite models of the current time. If only I didn't live in a country that experiences Summer all year round.
Monday, 30 April 2012
Tuesday, 24 April 2012
You
I can feel the interminable thoughts that has taken over my
mind brutally killing my brain cells – slashing them with a freshly sharpened knife, stomping on them with a pair of heavy army boots, and
feasting on them for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I can almost see the lights
of the machineries in my brain switching off and malfunctioning one at a time.
What happens when my brain fully shuts down? Do I go insane? Am I already
insane?
I find myself being stuck in this all too familiar cloud of thought more than I desire as of late. It is as though I am on autopilot – like a puppet being controlled by an upper authority. My emotions have been pushed to the furthest and the darkest section of my brain, something that I have done infinite times in the years that I have lived. However, this time I have something to hold on to and to keep me emotionally alive.
Whenever I feel myself on the brink of a relapse, I think of you and our collection of transcendent memories. How it feels as though we’re the only two beings in existence when we’re together. Whenever I reminisce about the countless adventures we’ve had, I find myself grinning goofily and having intense urges to break out into fits of hysterical laughter. I browse through our photographs that reek of love and happiness and they remind me of how much I treasure you, how much I treasure us. Intermittently, I too read and reread your old texts to feel the warmth that you and only you can make me feel.
This one being one of my absolute favourites – “All I want is to do is to make you smile, to make you laugh, to make your pupils dilute, to make you feel butterflies in your stomach, to make you feel funny inside and lame on the outside, to always make you feel beautiful and not a second doubt how beautiful you are, to make you feel loved like no other, to make you love me like you’ve never loved anyone before, to be silly with you all the time so that you will feel that I’m sillier than you, and to just make you feel happy and good about yourself.”
You make me feel all the above and more.
I find myself being stuck in this all too familiar cloud of thought more than I desire as of late. It is as though I am on autopilot – like a puppet being controlled by an upper authority. My emotions have been pushed to the furthest and the darkest section of my brain, something that I have done infinite times in the years that I have lived. However, this time I have something to hold on to and to keep me emotionally alive.
Whenever I feel myself on the brink of a relapse, I think of you and our collection of transcendent memories. How it feels as though we’re the only two beings in existence when we’re together. Whenever I reminisce about the countless adventures we’ve had, I find myself grinning goofily and having intense urges to break out into fits of hysterical laughter. I browse through our photographs that reek of love and happiness and they remind me of how much I treasure you, how much I treasure us. Intermittently, I too read and reread your old texts to feel the warmth that you and only you can make me feel.
This one being one of my absolute favourites – “All I want is to do is to make you smile, to make you laugh, to make your pupils dilute, to make you feel butterflies in your stomach, to make you feel funny inside and lame on the outside, to always make you feel beautiful and not a second doubt how beautiful you are, to make you feel loved like no other, to make you love me like you’ve never loved anyone before, to be silly with you all the time so that you will feel that I’m sillier than you, and to just make you feel happy and good about yourself.”
You make me feel all the above and more.
Sunday, 15 April 2012
How does one person with one mind, one soul and one heart handle
a myriad of different feelings at one time? How do I choose which one to feel
and/or to react to? I feel happy. I feel imprisoned. I feel joy. I feel trapped.
I feel contentment. I feel suffocated. I feel I feel and I feel.
What I want is to give myself a physical overhaul – get my hair drastically cut and bleach it white, get contact lenses that doesn’t match the tone of my skin, lose/gain a large sum of weight; exchange my name for one that people have trouble pronouncing, wear black clothing 24/7 and embark to a foreign country far from my mainland.
What I want is to give myself a physical overhaul – get my hair drastically cut and bleach it white, get contact lenses that doesn’t match the tone of my skin, lose/gain a large sum of weight; exchange my name for one that people have trouble pronouncing, wear black clothing 24/7 and embark to a foreign country far from my mainland.
I want to
live by the beach and wake up to the sound of the colliding waves and the salty
scent of the air. I want to live in a cramped up apartment and be caught in the
city clamor. I want to be a bird and not stop flying until my wings get sore. I
want to be a robot and not feel anything.
I want to escape and disappear.
Monday, 9 April 2012
Youth At It's Worst
How did the simple act of getting together
with my mates become so arduous? Our contrasting schedules and lifestyles have somewhat
managed to develop a profound division between us. With that said, I had miraculously
managed to catch up with two different circles of friends over delectable
dinners in the past week. I believe it is impossible to express how ecstatic I
was to be around those familiar faces again. We reminisced about our past,
caught up from A to Z and laughed about things that other people wouldn’t even
understand. Amidst one of our many talks, we had come to realize how bland our
current lives are. We realized that we’ve become (gulp) boring and old. So a
particular friend and I had vowed that we would try harder in making the most
of our youth while it still lasts. Let’s hope this resolution won’t be amongst
the other forgotten and ignored ones.
I remember expressing my excitement of the
commencement of my classes in my previous post. However, after being aware of
the subjects that I have for this semester – Human Resources Management,
Applied Research & Communication Skills and Textiles – my level of excitement
has decreased by 60%. And so I thought to myself, Textiles should be really
interesting. I became further intrigued on the subject as we were told that we
would have a new and experienced lecturer teaching us. Until the mentioned Japanese
lecturer said, “I have to be honest with you, I’m not familiar with the subject
and I’m actually learning with you as I’m teaching you.” Those might not be her
exact words but you get the gist. Our first Textiles class was frustrating to
say the least. Therefore, my classmates and I had applied to drop the subject
for this semester and take another. Instead of Textiles, we would be learning
History of Fashion which will be taught by a gorgeous Russian lecturer who dons
a bleached pixie haircut.
I had another marvellous weekend which was of
course spent with my beau. Movie night – one of mythical Gods and another of an
outcast chap, plus an evening rendezvous in the city. I love how spontaneous we are when it comes to spending our days
together. No, scratch that, I love how spontaneous he is. Our evening in the
city felt like Singapore all over again – walking in an unfamiliar territory,
overpriced food and hookah, unexpected gifts.. We too got to indulge at our favorite
milkshake parlour which was the icing on the cake for my already splendid day.
Oh, and I got my new car and it is in my favorite color! Can't wait to take it on a long cruise with music that is able to take me to places that my car can't on high volume.
Oh, and I got my new car and it is in my favorite color! Can't wait to take it on a long cruise with music that is able to take me to places that my car can't on high volume.
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